#the muse being an evil bitch again

[haley-lana]

CALM DOWN, SATAN

[dolores-slay]

Damn. I think in retrospect my disappointment with Iron Widow felt like a rare sentiment is because the rest of the YA genre is just so sooo much worse.

But still that book was a huge disappointment. Something about it just came off as cynical and nasty in a way I really didn't expect from the author (but maybe should have from the subject matter ig). I really wanted to like it but so many things didn't gel for me and I'm not even sure how much of it is me just not knowing enough about the culture and history behind it but idk. Maybe the issue was the way it was advertised. I hate modern book advertising (but acknowledge that it is necessary, authors need to fucking eat for one).

[yuri-is-online]

Sometimes the Wallpaper is Just Yellow: A Heartslabyul Color Analysis

This research was inspired by this post by @mothman-files! I am so sorry for @ing you please let me know if you want me to remove it and I will do so ASAP. Thank you for sending my head into a tail spin, I've learned a lot of stuff.

After reading mothman's musings, you might be thinking to yourself like I did: "hey, there is something familiar about red, blue, yellow, and green color coding." And it is, as mothman correctly points out in the notes of their post it is an extremely common trope in anime. The reason was both exactly and not not at all what I expected after I resurfaced from this little detour I took from fic writing.

How well do you know the colors of your oni? Because that's more important than card suits for this particular trope, but to make it all make sense I am going to go through each of the Heartslabyul boys one by one saving Cater for last. With that being said, pack your bags and grab some beans we are going to learn some meditation techniques.

Setsubun and the Beaning of Life

No seriously. It all relates back to beans. As a refresher for those unaware, Setsubun is a Japanese festival celebrated at the start February, the day before spring starts on the Japanese Lunar calendar. It is typically part of Lunar New Year celebrations today, and if you know anything about it from anime you probably know that it's that holiday where the Japanese throw beans at demons to chase them away so they can start the new year without their evil influences. What kind of evil influences? Well according to Buddhist belief there are five main ones that are referred to as the five hindrances: sensory desire (i.e. greed), ill-will (i.e. anger), disquietude (i.e. anxiety), sloth (i.e. unable to make decisions), and doubt (i.e. self explanatory).

Now why is this all relevant? Well I saw it repeated again and again, on some articles about Setsuban that the oni who appear during the festival are COLOR CODED and fucking finally thanks to this beautiful, beautiful person called Matthew Meyer (the Yokai Guy) on Patreon of all places! I found out why. Because a professor of History named Yagi Tōru said so and I am inclined to believe as he is the president of the World Oni Study Society! Which is a thing! And he has written textbooks?!?! I get that this might be a tangent but it is important to me you understand I am not pulling this out of my ass, there is scholarship on this I am not lying to you. So what are those colors?

Red Oni (Greed) Blue Oni (Anger)

The only reason I even tried looking at this angle was because of these two. Everyone say thank you to Aduece. You might have heard "the Red Oni Who Cried" folktale in an anime or two (My Love Story is the first that comes to mind for me) and it is thought to have spawned a sort of character trope in anime. There's a hot headed red coded character and their intellectual blue bestie, or maybe they're twins (FFXIV and Tokyo Rev jump to mind), one of them jumps first and the other asks all sorts of questions, both now and later. When I first saw Aduece I thought they were a clever twist on that trope because they're both trying to fit those color molds but... aren't really making it.

Ace wants to portray himself as an easygoing guy who doesn't think too much about things, but we know that's not true. He is extremely smart, he just refuses to put in maximum effort unless forced. I don't think it's too much of a stretch to classify him as greedy either, but when you are sharing the stage with Azul it can be easy to forget that greed isn't always accompanied by a great work ethic. Ace cheats at cards, makes a deal for a study guide he doesn't need, and sucks up to his senpai's all to make things easier on himself. What he actually needs to do is work bitch and when he does that and only then will he realize his true potential.

Deuce, poor ex-delinquent Deuce. He does think about things before he does them and constantly lectures Ace for just doing whatever he wants without thinking, but he is far from naturally intelligent and prone to outbursts of anger. As soon as he looses his temper, he also looses his rational thought, but he accepts that about himself. That's what allows him to discover his unique magic, he knows he has his own sort of intelligence and is determined to work on what he does not.

Green Oni (Sloth)

I don't really think it is revolutionary to say Trey is a bit of a slacker when it comes to addressing interpersonal issues. He finds it easier to try and keep the peace or manage the fallout than directly address the problem at hand, and he is resistant to doing additional work not assigned by his housewarden. Or required by the school, just look at how "excited" he was to be a starsender. If he was any more unhinged he would have started throwing hands. Sloth as a sin isn't strictly just about being lazy. Apathy, a lack of reaction towards something like say, your friend's control freak tendencies that is clearly him acting out his own trauma can qualify as sloth.

I would like to add, though, that I don't really think it was Trey's responsibility to tell Riddle he was going overboard. That should have been Crowley's job, but that's another post. For now just take green as a sign of dodging emotions and let's go.

Yellow Oni (Disquietude)

As pointed out by mothman-files, Cater is supposed to be yellow, but he is more often portrayed with reds and oranges, pinks even, than yellow. Like them, I don't think it is a coincidence he is associated with orange when that's what happens when you mix red and yellow together. Cater is taking on what he perceives to be the identity of his dorm, and he is extremely dissatisfied, disquieted, and anxious because of that.

Something I think should be considered, NRC freshmen are sixteen years old. Cater is a third year, he's spent around two and a half years at NRC, two and a half years that were relatively stable compared to what he tells us about his previous schooling. I think that he has some genuine dissonance in him that is getting harder for him to ignore because he has played this role longer than the ones he has played previously. Cater the Heartslabyul student, the NRC mage, that is who he is now, and I wonder if he knows how he got to this point or if he feels like he just woke up in someone else's body someday and doesn't know if he likes it.

What's worse is I think he does like his friends, and he is suddenly confronted with how little they actually know about him, what could be more anxiety inducing than that.

Black Oni? (Press X to Doubt)

I don't think Riddle is meant to be the black oni, but I do think it's interesting that the color black is associated with doubt and loss of ones convictions when that is essentially both the cause and color of an overblot. Idia and S.T.Y.X. seem to be focused on emotion + extreme magic use to be what's causing the blot... but the more I roll chapter 7 and all the reading I did for this post around in my head it seems to me that overblots like the ones at NRC seem to be tied to a loss of identity and the shattering of one's perceived reality.

I would also like to mention that I have no idea if any of the cited folklore has anything to do with Yana Toboso's mindset when she created these characters. She seems to be someone who does a lot of research and thinks deeply about symbolism, but this color coding and its associated vices can be found in a lot of anime. She could have just picked up on it from that.

I hope you found this descent into madness informative, and if not at least entertaining. Thank you for your time, I am going to go eat a cookie.

Semi Unrelated Fun Facts:

A lot of this brainrot was inspired by Amnesia, as I stated in a post I already made, but I also was thinking about the song YELLOW by Yoh Kamiyama which I don't fully understand the meaning of, but think it is supposedly about being trapped in a false reality from some of the things I've read.

Back to Amnesia, the yellow diamond in that Visual Novel (I haven't watched the anime adaptation because they did my man Kieth dirty) is the yandere route. Which made me start to think about how often yellow is used as a color for characters with identity issues, like Sailor Venus from Sailor Moon and Amu from Sugo Chara! and led to... this mess

According to this thing I found while trying to look for the professor Yagi Tōru he has a son who is a male voice actor???? I don't have time to look this up someone else do it please.

Please check out the Yokai Guy. You can join his patreon for free, his art is lovely and he saved my sanity. I cannot read Japanese so I almost didn't bother saying anything about this because I knew I wouldn't be able to provide an academic source for it, and that's important to me as someone who has a love of history. Also he has a kick-starter up for an illustrated book of folklore, did I mention his art is lovely?

And lastly a lovely hello to @somany-fandoms-solittle-time who kindly asked to be tagged in this post (つ≧▽≦)つ I hope you liked it.

[rdiowx]

PUPPY FRANK— the long awaited

Dom! Male reader x sub! puppy! Frank iero

I listened to Muse while writing this

Frank being punished, collar & bell mention, begging, restraints, frank whining like a bitch, taking franks collar away cause im evil, vibrator, taking pictures, cumming on franks face.

This hasn’t been proofread its 2am!

Right now you’re tying frank up to the headboard, you didn’t wan’t him to be able to use his hands for the next part. You reached behind his neck and you could see the realization in his eyes as you unbuckled his collar. He went to protest but all that was heard were muffled cry’s from behind the gag in his mouth. You simply laughed at him before setting the collar down on the nightstand and leaving for a second to grab the camera from your dresser. He looked so pretty you couldn’t help but want to take pictures of him, he’s just lucky you didnt grab the video camera instead. You could see him shaking his head at the sight of the camera to which you only nodded at him in response.

“I thought you loved the camera?” You teased, making your way up towards him. “Smile.” You laughed snapping a picture of him with a desperate look in his eye. You knew he wanted his collar but you couldn’t just give him everything he wanted, thats why he was such a spoiled brat now. “C’mon dont look like that.” You said, with a pout before turning his vibrator all the way up making him let out a muffled yelp, bucking his hips in the air. “Much better.” You said as you ran your hand up his thigh before pressing a kiss to his hip. He squirmed under your touch but you assumed it was because of the toy.

His muffled noises increased in volume signaling it was time to turn it off, you didnt want him to get too close too soon. He whined at the loss of stimulation while you got up to get undressed. You could feel franks eyes on you the entire time, you knew he loved to undress you himself but he hasn’t earned it. You quickly found yourself on franks chest, further up than you usually would be. Turning the vibrator on again, not nearly as high as it was the first time but enough to make him squirm under you. You continue, doing what you sat up there to do.

Getting comfortable before stroking your cock, you knew he was desperate to touch you thats why you did this. That, and you knew how pretty he looked with your cum all over his face. Rocking your hips into your hand, you groaned, eyes rolled back into your head. All you heard were Franks muffled noises that were turning you on even more and the slight buzzing of the vibrator inside of frank. It didn’t take long for you to cum at all considering you were looking at frank who was a mess underneath you. You painted franks face in the process, his eyes shutting as he felt your cum on his face.

You took a minute to catch your breath before reaching over to the camera beside you. “You look so pretty like this..such a shame you’re being punished today huh?” You spoke before snapping a picture, his eyes were still closed but that just meant you’d have to recreate the picture in a near future. You moved off of frank after putting the camera back, knowing you’d need it soon anyways. You made sure to turn off the vibrator, taking it out of Frank before replacing it with your cock. You grabbed his thighs pushing them up towards his chest before thrusting into him, causing him to let out a strangled noise from behind his gag. You found a steady pace, still slightly sensitive from your prior orgasm. You got tired of his voice being muffled and decided to undo his gag.

He was glad, thanking you immediately. However he was still tied up and missing his collar, he wasn’t trying to be ungrateful he wasn’t but how was he supposed to be yours without his collar. You could tell he was looking at it, you knew he wanted it back. “You want your bells?” You asked going a little faster. He was crying at this point, whining before responding. “Puppy wants his bells back.” Before repeating himself like he was braindead already. “Please, puppy has earned his collar back.” You pretended to think about it, ultimately deciding to give it back knowing he wouldnt be able to cum without it on, he’s never been able to since he got it.

He was like a broken record, repeating ‘Thank you’ like the world would end if he stopped. “You’re gonna cum soon huh?” You asked in a teasing manner only for Frank to nod his head dumbly in response. You took his cock into your hand, stroking it at the same pace as you were fucking him. you could see pre-cum dripping from his cock, coating your hand. You felt him twitch in your hand before he came with a yell,painting his stomach, getting some on yours in the process. You finished inside him not long after, pulling out you took the cum that fell out with your fingers and shoved it back in causing him to let out a yelp in response.

He didn’t notice you grabbing the camera until it was already in your hands and you were telling him to ‘Smile’. This time he did smile albeit a little dopey from being tired. He was covered in cum that was now starting to dry and couldn’t be comfortable with a fucked out look on his face. You smiled before setting the camera back on the nightstand for the last time, making a mental note to get the pictures from there later.

[knightyoomyoui]

The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x Male Reader- CHAPTER 10 (SPECIAL): “Rise Of The Empire Chief”

In this chapter, there will be no any of the MISAMO trio to feature in here. This special chapter is only to tell the origins of Yuta Nakamoto becoming The Empire Chief and how did his historic title run begun, which led to the foundation of The Bloodline. Oh, and by the way, Your appearance in this story will be ENHYPEN's Park Sunghoon. I chose him because since your role in this story is YN Myoui, who is the twin brother of your older sister Myoui Mina, I based your appearance on being mostly similar to Mina too, and I've seen some contents telling how Mina and Sunghoon look almost like "siblings" because of how similar their features are, so that's why. But I'm not telling you to follow me though; if you're still more comfortable imagining yourself in your role, then I have no problem with it. This is just optional.

PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB CHAPTER 9: [The Reason Why]...

"Here's what we gonna do. If you still don't work yourself being SHY SHY SHY around Sana again, I'm gonna do something you ain't gonna like." Yuta warned YN who is still couldn't calm himself down from his cackles because of Sana's newly made catchphrase.

"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary" away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.

YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."

"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.

The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.

AUGUST 20, 2020 | 3 YEARS AGO

The Japan Combat Federation's World Champion Dong Young-bae or better known by his alias Taeyang is making his entrance to the ramp. The titantron, the raging theme, and his aura as he emerges in the arena perfectly congruent altogether to describe the cursing adrenaline and fueled motivation of him to finally finish his last quest.

That, is in the form of his contender, being his 3rd straight match with him, but this time... the opponent is in another persona as a part of his character, which is Taeyang's biggest challenge because this one's is the final form of Shin Dong-hee: a diabolical, merciless, and beastly character.

Shindong is waiting for Taeyang to join him in the ring as he creepily stalked at the corner. Their eyes had contact, and Taeyang never wore such a terrifying expression before that will match to what he's having today.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you guys have a weak stomatch, please turn away... because this is not going to be pretty." Knight warned to the viewers. "Dong Taeyang and "The Sinister" Shin Donghee finally clash here tonight at Superslam."

Taeyang enters the ring, leaps at the ropes and stares down a hole at Shindong before doing his taunt and proudly showed the golden telt in his grasp.

"Taeyang promised to show the world the evil son of a bitch they have ever seen before." Kwangsoo reminded. "And now he stands before us as a World Champion tonight."

"This is a Falls Count Anywhere match. That means you pick up the victory in this building, to be out of the street as a matter of fact. Taeyang, Shindong, for the World Championship title." Knight explained the rules to anybody who might have forget how does the stipulation works.

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5 minutes after the bell rang to officially start the match, the two collided with all their last stored might at one another, sending them all around in the arena.

Taeyang rudely kicks Shindong's face while he is crawling away in the ramp from him. "I've never seen this side of Taeyang before." Knight commented as they continue to watch him assaulting Shindong.

Taeyang picks up Shindong and threw him to the LED screen of the entrance way. "C'mon, Shinister!", he mocked as he weakly kicked his face then bounced his head on the screen.

Both went to the curtain, Taeyang punches Shindong leading him inside to the backstage area where the producers monitoring the match left and gave space for the two behemoths to proceed hurting each other while sparing theirselves from harm.

Taeyang fires a blow on Shindong's stomatch before attempting to lift him up for a powerslam but the latter refuses and fights back, pummeling Taeyang with multiple arm hits on the spine.

The two exchanged hits until Shindong took the advantage and threw Taeyang into the wall, shoulder and arm first on the bump. Shindong grabbed him again and he drove him on the other side of the wall after.

Shindong positioned Taeyang to prepare executing his finishing manoever, the Kiss Of Death where he kisses his opponent's forehead first before he rotates along with the head, slamming the face backwards straight at the ground.

He perfectly performed it, putting Taeyang unconscious for good. "That's gotta be it. No one's getting up from that." Kwangsoo reacted.

"And the cover now by The Shinister to win the Japan World Championship"

"1...2..."

Taeyang swayed his arm away, lifting his shoulder up to break the count and kick out at two. Shindong sat beside his beatened foe, and maniacally laughs at how Taeyang is determined to hold on and willing to take more pain just so he could submit once and for all under his hellish brute power.

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Another 5 minutes have passed, Shindong and Taeyang's fight returned to the ring. Taeyang who is now leading the match under his control, is carrying Shindong's body over his shoulder to attempt for a second repeat of his own finisher, a running powerslam.

He ran, turned, jumped and drilled Shindong's body down on the mat. He hooked his leg and the referee began to count. "1...2..." but Shindong kicked out again.

"And if you're Taeyang you're gonna start wondering what the hell do I need to do to keep The Shinister down?" Knight stated as the camera flashes at Taeyang with bloody head muttering something out of rage in which it urged him to hammer fist Shindong's face repeatedly before screaming in anger on his front.

Taeyang rolled out of the ring and slowly walked around the ringside before he noticed something on the floor. A laid out opened toolbox with its contents scattered. He squatted and picked up a sharp object as he stared at it with fascination.

With a cruel idea, he reentered the ring and guards Shindong who is still down. He kneeled  on the vacant space and looked at the sharp object around his hand as he lets out a frightening laugh.

"The hell is Taeyang gonna do with a damn box cutter?" Knight confusedly asked before the answer was thrown at him when Taeyang started to slice through the mat of the ring.

"Taeyang is exposing the wood inside the ring." Kwangsoo replied as Taeyang spreads and tears off the thin foam and the canvas away to make the wood surface visible.

After he finished doing a little work to assist his plans, he turned around only to see a fully recovered Shindong standing and staring intimidatingly at him.

Taeyang immediately charges at Shindong but he catches him, hooking his arm around and squashes him down with a urinagi straight into the exposed ring area.

He wasn't done yet, as the tables suddenly  flipped, Shindong snatches the opportunity where he grabs the critically damaged Taeyang and sets him up again for a Kiss Of Death on the woodened surface in which he did succeed.

"Wait what? The Shinister isn't done yet?" Knight was baffled and even Kwangsoo as they thought Shindong is going to pin Taeyang already but it looks like the monster isn't finished yet with his agenda.

Shindong positioned Taeyang again on his hold, head locked around thd arm for another Kiss Of Death on the wood.

He finally covers Taeyang's completely knock- outed body and the referee counts. "1...2...3."

The bell rang on the signal and the timekeeper handed the world title belt on the referee as the entrance theme of Shindong played across the interior of the arena.

"Here is your winner and the NEW Japan Combat Federation World Champion, "The Shinister" Shin Donghee!!!" ring announcer Song Jihyo yelled into the microphone to declare the win for the brand new victorious champion.

"The Shinister is a champion again." Knight acknowledged Shindong's second world title run after winning it last year in 2019.

"Once more, darkness reigns over the Federation." Kwangsoo said. Shindong snatches the championship belt away from the hands of the referee who is presenting it in front of him.

He slowly rose from his feet and exhaustedly stood to raise his arms up with the belt in his hand to celebrate his another achievement before he sensed something danger coming against him.

He glanced at the side and the entire world went stunned when a familiar person appeared on the scene, tackling Shindong down with an emphatic spear before aggressively punching him in the head.

"What the- who the hell?!"

"You know who the hell is he!"

"OH MY GOD IT'S YUTA NAKAMOTO!!! THE GUARDIAN OF NCTIZEN IS BACK, AND HE'S BEATING THE HELL OUT OF THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!" Knight exclaimed as they keep on witnessing the returning Yuta Nakamoto in action after being on a hiatus for months due to suffering from a virus infection since 2020 was when the pandemic started and spreads out around the globe, affecting all the people in every different countries.

All the fans watching that were visible on the screens provided as a temporary replacement for the arena's set-up during the pandemic were all making the different shapes of reaction to Yuta's return: shock, disapproval, and hype.

"And now he's got his eyes set on The Punisher!" Knight said as Yuta glanced at the weakened Taeyang on the ringside. He rolled out at the other side and starts to run towards at Taeyang to unleash a massive spear into his midsection.

"DID YOU TWO SERIOUSLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME?!" Yuta asked, talking to both Shindong and Taeyang who were taken out by him. He looked down at Taeyang laid on his feet. "I MADE YOU! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE THE BIGGEST THREAT AS LONG AS I'M HERE!"

Yuta went to the timekeeper's area and grabbed a steel chair with him which he used to brutally smash it on Taeyang's back and his left arm.

"Yuta Nakamoto is mangling the chair out of the fallen body of Dong Taeyang!" Kwangsoo said.

Yuta threw away the chair bended in half and went back in the ring to set his sight on target at Shindong crawling in fours. He stood at the corner and prepares himself to create another attack on the champion.

"The Shinister, the World Champion has no idea what's going on. He has no idea where he's at. He was blindsided by Nakamoto moments ago." Knight said as they all wait for Shindong to realize the pain he's about to take.

Yuta charged and speared Shindong again for the second time. He stood up and fixed his shirt as he breathes out the effects of the impact he showed tonight.

"Yuta Nakamoto is back with an empathic statement."

Yuta observed something beside the unconscious Shindong. The golden belt in the ground, he grabbed it and admiringly looked at it as he switches his gaze to the current holder of it.

"What is this? You think you can handle the responsibility?" Yuta asks Shindong as he threatens him while holding the belt. "So this is what's all for, huh? No. You're just a freak, out of your mind. I'm the man. I'm the guy, I'm the one."

The show ended with Yuta Nakamoto officially makes his return back in Japan Combat Federation as Shindong's new challenger for the World Championship in which everyone didn't see that coming.

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AUGUST 28, 2020 | 1 WEEK LATER

The general manager of both main rosters, Monday Night War and Friday Night Knockdown Bang Sihyuk knocks on the door thrice to drew the attention of the occupant inside.

"Yuta, it's me Bang Sihyuk!" he exclaimed. Not having any responses by receiving a "get in!" signal or the door opening for him, Sihyuk had no other choice but to do it by himself, muttering "Alright, then" under his breath.

He entered the locker room, meeting Yuta inside who is organizing his things. "Oh thank God you're here, I was looking for you everywhere."

He opened the folder, showing the paper content inside of it to Yuta. "Here's the official contract for your Triple Threat match at Retribution."

"Let's see this thing."

"I'll show it to you."

Sihyuk handed the ballpen to Yuta but he didn't grabbed it from him. "I'm gonna check this out first with someone. Is that alright?"

"Yeah. Go. Sure, take your time." Sihyuk nodded before he left the locker room. Yuta picks up his phone and made a phone call, informing somebody that he finally received it and got updated in return that "he" is on his way now in the arena.

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Two matches has passed for tonight's show, Sihyuk decided to check over Yuta regarding the contract signing.

He entered his locker room again, and in his surprise, he recognized a very familar individual sitting beside Yuta on the couch.

"A-are you done, now?" Sihyuk asks Yuta who is reading the contract.

He massaged his chin, pursed his lips and popped it before he speaks. "Let me tell you this, I want you to fix the changes that I need. I assure you right now, I will be on Retribution this Sunday. That is a promise." Yuta said to Sihyuk who is switching looks to him and the other person with them in the room.

"I will be in the Triple Threat match, destroy everyone and vanish. That's a guarantee, and I will win back the World Championship that I never lost in the FIRST PLACE." Yuta added, referring to his previous reign that was unfortunately cut short with regards to his health condition where he was forced to vacate the title as a consequence for taking a time off away from the company.

"And that's not just a prediction..." He turns his head to the side, now his and Sihyuk's attention are both glued at this mysterious person making the general manager distracted. Grinning from ear to ear, he looked back at Sihyuk to end his statement.

"... that's a spoiler."

The camera's frame widens, revealing the identity of the man, who is none other than one of the most legendary managers in pro-wrestling and combat entertainment history who held many iconic fighters that ever stepped foot in the industry, Park Jinyoung.

He leans forward to make his words clearer to hear for Sihyuk. "Believe. That."

Him and Yuta looked at each other with an interesting smirk as they nod their heads, teasing everyone who is watching at their homes about their newly formed affiliation.

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AUGUST 30, 2020 | 2 DAYS LATER

Japan Combat Federation held their Retribution pay-per-view in Hokkaido. The show's main-event features the Triple Threat match which includes the rivals Dong Taeyang, "The Shinister" Shin Donghee, and Yuta Nakamoto who is making his first match since his months-length of absence.

Strangely enough, the match started with only Taeyang and Shindong present in the ring when the referee signalled for the bell to rang immediately as Taeyang plowed Shindong to the back of his neck while he was performing his entrance in the ring.

They forgot about Yuta supposedly to be included also in the match, and it proceeded instead with only Taeyang and Shindong fighting each other off for the World Championship.

"Taeyang going after at The Shinister, still upset after what happened last week."

Taeyang ran through Shindong and collided his body on him at the corner before lifting him all over and slam him down on the mat.

He made a quick cover, looking to end the champion earlier than expected. "1...2..." but Shindong kicks out.

Taeyang just laughs at the toughness of Shindong until the latter just stood back up like a possessed madman, only to be caught when Taeyang drives him to the turnbuckle and deliver some right hand shots and headbutts before he tries to splash him again on the corner.

However, Shindong finally manages to prevent the Punisher by blocking him with a crossbody, two heavyweights involved in a collision.

Shindong stalks Taeyang who is groaning in pain. He sets him up for a Kiss of Death and he nailed it. A cover was made "1...2..." but Taeyang kicks out.

Taeyang crawls out of the ring. Shindong pursues the challenger but Taeyang caught him with a choke, then a knee to the stomach and elbow shots at the back. He was about to smash his head on the edge of the ring but Shindong counters, taking his turn to attack with his own hits and returns the attempt back at Taeyang, bouncing his head off at the ring.

The two titans continues to apply pain at ond another. Shindong wraps Taeyang and performs a urinagi slam to him right through the announce table as it exploded on the impact.

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Their grueling and intense fight created a slightly similar feel to their match back at Superslam when both of them were now brawling at each other around the ring.

Shindong punches Taeyang on the stomach and sets him up again for another Kiss Of Death but on the steel ramp this time but Taeyang was able to block him with a headbutt to the forehead, escaping from his possession.

He punches Shindong on the face. Noticing that he is now standing at the end of the stage, Taeyang did an unbelievable spot by pouncing at Shindong and send theirselves crashing through the tables stacked below.

"We anticipated chaos and destruction, but these two have no bounds." Kwangsoo said.

Taeyang slowly gets off from Shindong's side and continues to hammer his fists around his face. He stands up and leaned at one of the equipment machines for the stages to heavily breath off his exhaustion caused by the ongoing battle.

Afte resting a little, he pulls Shindong's hair upwards and carried him all the way back in the ring.

Taeyang climbs at the top rope, looking to fly and land through Shindong to apply more damage but the immortal-like ability of Shindong assists him to recover eventually and fires an uppercut at Taeyang's face.

Shindong joins Taeyang on the turnbuckles and proceeded to attack him.

"These two entities, these two monsters climbing at the top of the ring."

"There's a great deal of humanity in the ring ropes even though neither of these were close to being a human"

Shindong clutches Taeyang's head around his arm and sets him up on the corner before performing a superplex to the top rope, and in everybody's bewilderment and amusement, the ring collapses at the massive impact it took.

"Oh my goodness, The Shinister has Taeyang in position for a superplex! O-OH MY GOD!"

"WHAT THE HELL! THE RING IMPLODED!" Knight and Kwangsoo reacted in utter awe as they watched the ring bounce and deconstruct. The posts bended, the ropes untangled, the referee was yeeted out of the ring, both fighters down in the destroyed battleground.

The arena then played Yuta's entrance theme, alarming everyone who might've forgotten already that Yuta is still included in the match. "And at this moment, with both men down. Here comes the Guardian of NCTizen, with Park Jinyoung in tow."

Yuta with a steel chair in hand emerged along with Jinyoung holding the contract for him. He took out the ballpen and gave it to Yuta for him to sign the contract.

Yuta starts to march in the ramp with steel chair in his hand as a weapon, completely legal based on the No Holds Barred rules.

He entered the collapsed ring, rolled Shindong around to pin him but he noticed that no referee was present anymore. He commanded one from backstage to get out and substitute.

One listened and runs through the ring to count. "1...2..." It's too late as Shindong kicks out at two, much in Yuta's disbelief.

He shook his head, then proceeded to hook Shindong's leg again for another cover. "1...2..." and a kick out still.

Yuta panics. He decided to switch to Taeyang and cover. "1....2..." but yet also, the Punisher is still holding on to his strength.

He figures out what to do next. He grabs again the steel chair that he left on the ringside and starts smashing it on Taeyang's back repeatedly.

Yuta pins Taeyang again, thinking it might finally work "1...2.." but still, it wasn't enough as Taeyang refuses to stay down.

Yuta confusedly looked at Taeyang and wondering why is he still fighting with everything he can when he knew he's losing the advantage of the match.

He tried to attack Shindong next with a steel chair but it prevented Yuta when he chokes him out with a mandible claw manouvre stuffing his fingers down into Yuta's throat only to receive a low blow on his crotch.

Him enduring the pain sends him rolling out of the ring. Yuta covers his mouth to ease the pain that he felt on that part before ficusing back on the action, setting himself on the corner as he eyed Taeyang slowly getting up back to his knees.

As Taeyang rotates, Yuta engaged a spear to him, putting him down. He covered Taeyang for the third and final time.

"1...2...3."

The referee signalled for the bell and Yuta's entrance theme played. "Here is your winner and the NEW Japan Combat Federation World Champion, Yuta Nakamoto!!!"

Jinyoung laughs and applauds for Yuta on the stage as he watches him being presented by the golden belt. Yuta grabs it and accepts the declaration by the referee to raise his arm in victory.

"Nakamoto regaining the title he never lost." Knight said at the aftermath of the main event.

"Listen, Yuta did exactly what he filed to do but I don't think Yuta even expected it to do this way. It doesn't matter anyway, because we got a brand new World Champion!"

"But wait, Kwangsoo. What about the way Yuta did this? He waited for the opportunity. He walked down here, signed the contract on the way to the ring..."

"...exactly what Yuta said he's going to do. Destroy everyone and vanish."

The show ended with Yuta approaching Jinyoung praising him for his title win, marking the beginning of his historic championship reign in the main roster of Japan Combat Federation.

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SEPTEMBER 4, 2020 | 5 DAYS LATER

For this week's episode of Friday Night Knockdown, the brand new World Champion Yuta Nakamoto and Park Jinyoung are both scheduled to appear tonight for a segment, to address everyone and explain about their relationship.

Yuta with his golden belt around his shoulder, standing beside Jinyoung with a usual microphone in his hand fitting for his expertise.

"Just when you thought I was out, HE... pulled me back in." Jinyoung starts his speech, pointing his finger at Yuta staring seriously at one of the cameras recording them live.

"Oh please, don't make fools out of yourselves and embarass yourselves pointing your accusatory fingers at me for corrupting him, because I assure you... HE is corrupting ME."

"Let me ask you a question, what happened to the thank yous, the appreciation to all the selfish executive decisions through life-threatening illneses this man has delivered?"

"Let me tell you this one time, so you can get this into your thick unappreciative skulls. Ladies and gentlemen, my name... is Park Jinyoung, and I serve as the special adviser for YOUR Empire Chief, YOUR reigning, defending, undisputed World Heavyweight Champion... Yuta Nakamoto.", Jinyoung said, announcing to everyone his role in Yuta's life while introducing a new side into the man's entire personality.

He handed the microphone to Yuta, while he remained behind and watch him patiently.

"I'm a man of my word." Yuta speaks out his message. "I did exactly what I was about to do in Retribution. I signed the contract, I destroyed Shindong, I destroyed Taeyang and I left as your World Heavyweight Champion."

"At Battle Of The Champions, I don't care who I am gonna face. Monster or man, watch them get enslaughtered by me because THIS IS MY TERRITORY."

"And when you have this kind of power, all you have to do... is show up and win."

After they ended the segment, they walked through the backstage to make their leave on the arena. In the middle of their way, Yuta plastered a grin on his face as he get to crossed paths with one of his cousins, YN Myoui who is clapping his hands loud enthusiastically.

"OH YES SIRRR! LOOK WHO IT IS!" YN shakes hand with Yuta. "WELCOME BACK, THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!"

He waved at Jinyoung who nodded and smiled at him. "Oh man, you really made our family proud! Yo, I've been texting you for a whole week, man. What were you up to?"

"I'm sorry, man. I was busy, alright?"

He commanded Jinyoung to go first and prepare the car for him.

"Can I ask you something, man?"

"What is it?"

"What's with you and JYP?" He asked intriguingly with a mix of doubt in his tone. "After all he'd put you in, bro? You trust him?"

"Wait, don't worry. I know, okay. I got it under control", Yuta calms down YN, understanding his point knowing that Jinyiung has been once a manager of some of his previous best rivals throughout his career.

"Everything is all in line, just let me handle this okay?"

"If you need somebody to watch your back, you know I got you. Always."

"I know. I love you, man but I have to go." Yuta bid his farewell to his cousin who still has a match upcoming for tonight.

"Okay. See ya!" He watches Yuta walk away, but he just remembered something when Yuta was already quite far away from him already."

"Wait, yo! Wanna grab some steak with me after the show ends?"

As expected, Yuta couldn't hear his invitation anymore.

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Jinyoung received a notification from his phone while he is in the middle of driving.

He tapped the screen to check, the information displayed on it.

As he quickly reads it to maintain his focus more on the road, he blinked his eyes rapidly when he understood what the update is sharing.

"Uhm, sir..." he called at Yuta who is busy playing a game on his phone.

"What?"

"Did you know that YN had a match earlier tonight?"

"No." Yuta answered. "He did?"

"Yes sir."

"What's the match and the result?"

Jinyoung cleared his throat before speaking as he wasn't sure what his Empire Chief would feel about this.

"Mr. Sihyuk organized a Fatal 4-Way match earlier with the winner to be the number one contender and your first challenger for your World Championship at Battle Of The Champions-

"Yeah, I knew that he will." Yuta replied, interrupting his sentence. He then furrowed his eyebrows and paused the game. "Wait, so YN is in the match?"

"Y-Yes, sir...

... and he won the match too."

Yuta slowly raised his head and stared at the reflection of the nervous Jinyoung in the rearview mirror as his reaction to the unexpected information that was given to him.

[nazorneku]

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The first character I first fell in love with: French Vergil. I mean, A Knight 🧎 I was even considering picking them as a muse, even tho I know absolutely zero in french and its history. Зима was also targeted by me as potential adopted child. THE GOOD BOI PICKLES. I have a dog myself, so getting one in games is a civil duty. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Mister Apple. The fruit friend is rly hilarious. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Cant rly say, as I stopped playing the game some time ago. Simply to lower the amount of games I play, as my work got rly intense and I want to have some actual free time, not just waste hours on 333 games. The character I love that everyone else hates: Hmm Forget me Not, probably. 'Cause ppl cant handle villains and either uwufy them or hate them. The character I used to love but don’t any longer: None. The character I would totally smooch: A Knight, Apple, Зима, 6, Medicine Pocket, Pavia. The character I’d want to be like: None of them. The character I’d slap: None. A pairing that I love: Idk tbh, never thought bout one. But also idk how I feel bout A Knight and Apple. A pairing that I despise: None atm.

ARKNIGHTS + @yutshu

The first character I first fell in love with: The toxic birb Gnosis Edelweiss. And then I found out whomst was his JP VA and I had such an angy meltdown, Vyn was my witness again. I cursed both Gnosis and Vyn for my downfall and descend into madness. And then came the one, the legend, the ultimate unit of a man - Chong Yue. And I didnt just lose my roof, I also lost my marbles, sleep, years of my life and abnormal amount of evil red cubes. Sui siblings make me so unwell, I love them, your honor. They are package deal, dont separate. I keep them all in my pocket. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Gnosis and Chong Yue. The first will sell you for any relevant and interesting scientific data, will blow thousands of worth train with valuables to further your sus goals, will be your devil (literally, even tho he is a birb). Cant wait for the second part of Break the Ice event to hit global, I need more Kjerag drama and I need Degenbrecher to wipe the floor with Enciodes this time, cause Gnosis had his moment of fame. And Chong Yue is.... he reminded me Zhong Li sm ngl, and im so unwell bout dragon men. The struggle with immortality, being ostracized for who he is (being a fragment of Sui, a literally higher being than others), his wish to know and love humans, despite all cold shoulders he never lost this desire to connect, to understand and love humans. He is so full of warmth and light 😿 I just want him to be happy sm The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Hmmm I dont think I have someone. The character I love that everyone else hates: Not sure if there's one ngl. But I suppose outside of pairings, my sarkaz children get shitty treatment in general smh The character I used to love but don’t any longer: None. The character I would totally smooch: OH BOI Gnosis, Enchiodes, Degenbrecher, Chong Yue and all Sui sibligs (too many to list), Flamebringer, Hellagur, Horsie Mylnar, Hoederer, Logos, Phantom, Ebenholz, Reed, Shining, Puzzle, Nearl, Lin, Midnight. No, I dont have a problem with this game. It has way too many characters I want to put into my pocket. But also I cant not recommend it, 'cause it has SO MANY amazing characters and stories, im fed so well. The character I’d want to be like: Chong Yue, 'cause i def dont suffer enuff. The character I’d slap: Gnosis and Enchiodes. Give them the good whooping. A pairing that I love: ^ SilverWeiss. These bitches owned a whole Break the Ice event for their divorce and they gonna have the second part smh A pairing that I despise: None atm.

[banisheed]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Siobhan’s house PARTIES: Siobhan (@banisheed) & Manuel, Ángel, Rubi and Yiri of Los Sombras Del Sur (written by @muertarte) CONTENT: Eye trauma tw SUMMARY: Siobhan has some visitors.

“We’re just gonna hit up this bitch’s house and then call it a night. Saw the fucker speed their damn way over here the other night.” Manuel was in charge of the group for the night. He’d hoped it would’ve been Efrain or Aracely, but neither would take the bait. Taking lead was just so much work. Sticking to the background was what he preferred, but Master wouldn’t have it. 

With Manuel’s unmatched skill to observe and track, he was one of the first names tossed in for leaders. It was supposed to be an honor. That’s what everyone told him. Having Master see you was the peak of any clan member’s career, but Manuel could care less, honestly. He just wanted to go home and not waste time tracking a nobody. Why the hell was this Metzli important anyway? Why did Master want them returned to him, alive? 

Whatever, he thought. At least they were allowed to kill and feed on anyone else in their way. That included the lady that lived in the giant ass home they were standing in front of. After killing her, stealing everything inside was next on Manuel’s to-do list. She had to be loaded. It wasn’t like Master paid them very much even though they did all the work. He’d take what he could get. 

Knock, knock, knock. He breathed idly, rolling his weight from front to back as he put on his most charming smile. No need to blow their cover before the big reveal. They just had to lure her out or get themselves invited in. Neither should be too difficult to pull off. 

Siobhan groaned, rubbing crust from the corner of her red eyes. Apparently, worrying about her friend didn’t make for a good night’s sleep, and when she tried to remind herself that she was an uncaring instrument of Fate, all she could do was stare up at her ceiling, thinking about nothing. When Metzli told her that they’d be out with a friend today, she thought it was the perfect time to nap on the couch. And then, the knocking. She thought about ignoring it but the dog started up, barking wildly at the door. She groaned again, rolling off the bed and tugging her silk robe tighter around her body. She wanted to keep herself decent, even if she was still largely nude. At least nothing was dangling out. 

“Coming,” she called out, shooing the dog away. When she pulled the door open, a sharp chill trickled down her skin and she pulled her body close to the door, making sure none of her was sticking out beyond the threshold of her house. For a moment, Siobhan scowled and then, the expression morphed into a pleasant but thin smile. The only thing that stopped her from popping the undead from where she stood was the thought that this man might have been Chuy; she didn’t ask Metzli what he looked like. But it was within reason that if her friend was being chased by an evil vampire cult and now an undead showed up at her door, it was probably a vampire from said cult. 

“Hello,” Siobhan said, wondering why her religion of Fate didn’t exactly have any iconography. She thought she could remember her mother saying it was improper to apply symbols to Fate, a nebulous force beyond mortal comprehension, but she couldn’t be sure if the sentiment wasn’t one born out of her own musings instead. Anything that might have applied under the concept of religion was lost to her anyway, as she stumbled out of Saol Eile with nothing but tattered clothes. Regardless, she did have some garlic in the kitchen… somewhere. “Did you need something?”

Manuel sent the rest of the posse into their hiding spots. Ángel all but leapt into a bush, Rubi quietly made her way up the side of the house, and Yiri literally just…stepped behind a tree. Manuel rubbed at his face with frustration and slipped a piece of gum into his mouth to give himself something to do to appear normal. The icy sensation filled his mouth, and he chewed annoyingly loud as he grinned when the door finally opened.  

Que chido. 

The lady was gorgeous. Did beauty have any correlation with how tasty someone is? That was a theory Manuel needed to test out, as soon as possible. “Buenos días, señora.” He said with a notable accent, still chewing loudly with a smug look on his face. “We are looking for our friend. Very tall, very weird.” More chewing, more grinning. “Got an arm missing.” That’s when he chuckled, finding it particularly funny thinking about how stupid a person could be to have their master rip off their arm. How could anyone who had that happen be special? Whatever. He had a job to do and there was no way he’d end up with a similar fate. 

“Now, mira, señora,” Leaning onto the doorframe, Manuel’s smile turned wicked and his eyes went dark. “All’s you gotta do is let me and my friends inside.” He whistled, and two vampires joined him from their respective places. Rubi remained in place. A precautionary measure. She’d leap down if they needed her. “We’ll look for them and if we find anything, take them back home. Safe and sound. Well…” Manuel bounced his head side to side, taunting. “Depending on how much they fight. But they’ll be alive!” The rest of the crew laughed and nodded along, red flashing in their eyes. 

“Let us in. Or we can wait. You gotta come out sometime, and listen, we’re not the only group. Choose wisely.”

The description sent a shock through Siobhan’s spine, forcing her to straighten herself. Her grip tightened on the doorknob, hidden on the other side of the door. They were looking for Metzli, and they didn’t seem to have a high opinion of them if they were so brazen. Two more vampires joined in and the chill Siobhan had been feeling turned into a freeze. She wanted to yell that she wasn’t letting them anywhere near Metzli, she wasn’t going to let them take her friend; it all felt a little too dramatic for her tastes, and far too heroic. Instead, she settled back into a pleasant smile. Glancing down at her feet, she made sure her body was safe inside her house, all tucked in. “Sorry.” Siobhan looked at the vampire and his friends again. “I’m not entirely sure I know who you’re talking about, but I can let you in for a chat. Just…oh, what are your names? You and your friends? I’m not in the habit of inviting strangers in, but if you told me your names, I could reconsider. I—do you promise you’ll be honest with me? You need to promise you’ll be honest; there’s been a string of men coming to homes saying one thing and then doing another.” Her finger traced the edge of her door. 

She had no holy water; it was hubris, she never thought she needed it. Maybe there was a cross somewhere, but that was doubtful. She did have a rather sharp axe that wanted playtime. Siobhan sighed; the first bout of fun she’d have in this cursed town and she wasn’t even prepared for it. She’d have to scream and screaming was just so basic. It didn’t occur to her then that Metzli wasn’t safe here, that if these fools knew where they were, then the rest did. The thing about vampires was that there were always so many of them; more would come. Her mind flashed with images of vampires turning to dust; she’d remember to be concerned about her friend later. 

“You want a promise, vieja?” Manuel chuckled, it quickly turning into a collection of laughter as the others joined in. “Esta loca esta.” The group laughed harder, and Rubi had to hold back her laughter with a slap of her hand to her face. “Fine, we promise we’ll be honest with you. Just hurry up and reconsider now.” He waved at the woman, irritation mixing with Manuel’s humor enough to not get the better of him. There were so many things he wanted to do, which included tearing into that beautiful neck of hers and finding every valuable thing in her house.

“So,” Manuel squeezed the trim on the side of the doorframe, splintering it with his strength. “You gonna let us in?” Eyes flashed red, and he whistled sharply to signal to Rubi. She jumped down, landing with a dull thud next to Manuel. Her smile was too wide and crazed, and she snapped her teeth wildly at the woman they were going to eat soon. 

“Yeah. Córrale.”

“So, eager.” Siobhan clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. “I bet you don’t last very long, do you?” The grin that split her face was almost inhumanly wide, curving up her cheeks and pushing at the corners of her clear, brown eyes. The binds of the promise clamped down; the vampire couldn’t make a promise on behalf of someone else, the ‘we’ in his sentence applied to just him, but it applied. “So what’s your name?” She asked. “And what are their names?” The vampires were confident; they weren’t used to losing. She ducked into her house for a moment, leaving the door open in a brazen display of confidence; they couldn’t get in anyway. When she came back, she held the axe firmly in her two hands. “None of you are Chuy, right?” She asked. “I hope you’ve had a fun unlife but that handsome one-armed person you’re looking for is my friend and I’d really like to be their friend for a few hundred years more.”

She stepped past the threshold of her house with one foot, grinning. “You lot better make it fun or I’m asking for a refund.” Siobhan loosened the hinge of her jaw and screamed. Birds flew off from the distant trees and her house shuddered, though, no glass broke. Siobhan had a skill for aiming, she’d always been good at it:  screams, knives, axes, insults. She could have popped one of the vampires, brushing dead organs from the inside, and leave the rest intact without ever splitting a single vase or mirror in her house, if she wanted to. She didn’t want to. What she wanted was to play.

Siobhan stepped out, closing the door behind her. She spun the axe around in her hands and stared at the group. “Why don’t you all be good little vampries and start trying to kill me—I want to work for it.” 

“¡Cállate, vieja! ¡No me hables aha si!” Anger seethed out of Manuel’s mouth, and Rubi snapped her teeth ferally, like some guard dog. She’d do the same for Master, for any person he deemed worthy to be a leader. That was her place as a pawn, just like everyone else that was his. She looked to Manuel, and then back to the woman, waiting for his response and any orders he’d give. Instead, he just let his anger keep slipping. “You got some fucking nerve.” The trim splintered further, and if he couldn’t go inside, he’d bring the outside world to the puta. 

“You’re gonna—” But before he could throw the wood into the home, Manuel’s lips moved and his tongue danced without his permission. It started out as a small tug. He fought against it, knowing if he spilled any details, he’d be royally fucked, but it happened anyway. “I’m Manuel,” Rubi hit him on the shoulder, along with Ángel and Yiri. “That’s Ángel, that’s Rubi, and that’s Yiri.” He paused, swallowing and slapping his hand to his mouth in hopes of preventing anything else from spilling. His eyes widened as this nobody dared speak of their Master so candidly. Chuy was a nickname, and no one called him that besides his friends, and they were nothing close to that. “None of us are him, and you will not refer to him as that! Master Jesus is above you, you stupid bitch!” Anger tipped over, and Manuel punched the house with enough force to break the siding. 

When the woman walked away, the whole group convened, badgering the team leader for what he’d done. Try as he might to explain, they weren’t listening, already making plans to report him to Master, much to Manuel’s chagrin. “You’re not listening! She did some…thing…” He trailed off, seeing their opponent bring back a fucking axe before her face contorted like a demon and a scream bursted everyone’s eardrums. 

What the fuck was she?

Fuck…fuck! All sound muffled, a ring piercing through while Manuel’s body went into autopilot. He was the first to spring into action, sprinting toward the woman with his knife. She swung once, then twice, and when she readied her next attack, that’s when Manuel took his chance with a tackle.

Siobhan wasn’t done testing the weight of the axe when her body tumbled down to the ground, the back of her skull knocked against one of the stone steps by her door and a sharp pain lightninged around her head. For a moment her vision popped with black dots and she felt alive; the last forty years had been all empty walls and memories that stacked on top of eachother like wet fish, flopping and slipping away. This was tangible, this was real and it hurt and in that pain, Siobhan felt more like herself than anything else. Pain she knew. Pain she liked. Pain was her kingdom. Her mouth cracked into a grin and she tightened her grip around the axe in one hand and with the other, jabbed the butt of her palm under Manuel’s chin, knocking his teeth together. When his grip slackened for just a moment, she rolled out from under him and pulled her axe up. 

“Some poetry,” Siobhan said and brought her axe down. The sharp, heavy metal easily cleaved through Manuel’s arm; bone snapped and a chunk of his humerus jutted out of his severed arm. “Aw, I missed.” She’d been trying to get it just like Metzli’s—an homage she thought the vampire would either appreciate or really hate—but she’d aimed too far up; his new stump was smaller than theirs. She swung the axe over her head to try on the other arm when her body plummeted to the ground again. This time, her axe slipped from her fingers and landed unceremoniously in the soft ground. 

“Ow.” She groaned, pins and needles shooting across her arm as she landed. Her shoulder popped—she thought that was funny, there was a literal ‘pop’ sound—and an aching warmth blanketed her. Bone grinded against bone. “You lot really love a tackle. Have you considered rugby?” Her voice was chipper and clear; whatever was happening inside of her body didn’t exist outside of it. Her smile never wavered. 

If Manuel had been whatever that crazy woman was, he was sure his scream would’ve blown hers out of the water. He wailed in agony, rolling from side to side and only catching a glimpse of his arm for a brief moment before it turned to dust. Eyes widened in abject horror, death the closest it had been since Manuel was turned. That woman was fucking nuts. What was she? Could she be stopped? Given how she landed with an audible pop with Yiri’s impact, he deduced that, yes, she probably could be. Manuel’s pain was just making him catastrophize any good strategy out of his mind before it could settle. 

“Rubi!” He barked, groaning as he let Yiri continue her barrage of blows to the screamer. Ángel joined soon after, crawling for the axe while blood trickled out of his ears. He was shaky and fell over before he could get to it, but given how shaky la gritona was, Manuel was confident his two subordinates could manage. His main concern, for the moment, was Rubi. She hadn’t so much as moved since the shockwave that ravaged their ear drums. “Rubi!” He called out again, her body unmoving. Chest tightened as anxiety coiled around Manuel, and he shuddered at the icy sensation trickling down his spine. Rubi was so eerily still. 

“Come on, you idiot.” Shaking her, he forced her body to roll over. That’s when she finally blinked, expression turning into horror. “Manuel! Manuel! No puedo oír! No puedo…!” She screamed, making Manuel’s ears ache and his shoulders drop. The motherfucker had ruptured her eardrums. Fuck! He rose rapidly to his feet, leaving Rubi behind to scream into the void while he made another attack. Grabbing the axe, Manuel swung it up into air and slammed it toward la gritona, not caring if he hurt anyone else on the way.

Siobhan grinned as the flesh of her cheeks pressed into the sharp corners of her teeth and she felt it: the hard ridges of a fist against the bones of her face. She’d always loved the inexplicable and sudden awareness of her inner anatomy. Each strike stirred pain from its long dormant slumber in her body and carried reminders of the pieces of herself that were too often numb; her rows of perfect teeth slicing the pink insides of her cheek with each punch; the muscles of her abdomen that contracted reflexively and all of their silly, Latin names rushing into her mind; the sweet, metallic taste of her blood, which filled her mouth and poured from her nose, otherwise pumping thanklessly through her body. It felt good to be alive. 

Her vision, blurred at the edges, wasn’t wholly useless yet. Siobhan saw the glint of her axe’s blade and the reflection of her bruised face with its twisted grin. Metal was a hungry substance; she thought of the standard kitchen knife and how greedily it chopped and how it begged to be sharpened so it could chop again and again. Metal was always like that, it always wanted to be used; when it was spent, dripping with filth, how readily it could be cleaned. She stabbed her good arm forward and shoved her assailant back, feeding her body to the hungry axe that Manuel held. The metal cracked through her vertebrae and pushed her sternum out the other end. It couldn’t pass all the way through the body but Siobhan knew it wanted to, she saw it in the way it pushed Yiri’s body, her sternum hanging out of her like a flip switch. Siobhan rolled out of the way as the vampire crashed down with an unsatisfied axe in her back. Bringing her a leg up to her chest, Siobhan clasped her arms around her knee and pulled back, sliding her bone back into its socket. As she rose, it still dangled limply at her side, and she felt herself missing the acute sense of misalignment, but at least she had two arms--one more than Manuel. 

Her body was a series of fires; her face was a burning swell of meat. Giddy, Siobhan skipped over to the wailing woman; a creature after her own heart. “Do you want to see something beautiful?” she asked through swollen lips. She pressed her palms to either side of the woman’s head, curling her fingers into her face. “Mind the ears.” She stabbed the tips of her fingers into the woman’s eyes. Any normal person would have ran now, which is why Siobhan didn’t give her time to: she screamed again. 

The pressure of Siobhan’s voice, directly mostly at Rubi, boiled and popped the insides of her body in a rushing chorus like faucet. Her skin bulged and tore open, expelling shards of bone and thick, blackened globs of viscera. Rubi’s head didn’t so much pop off her ruined body as her body just lacked the will to stay together. For a moment--a glorious expanse of time--Siobhan held her decapitated head in her hands, bloated and unrecognizable, and then she was dust. For another moment--a less glorious session--Siobhan considered that it wasn’t very feminist of her to have dealt with the women first. For that, she was sincerely sorry. 

What Manuel was witnessing was pure madness. Worse than anything Master Jesus could inflict, worse than anything he’d ever seen Master Eloy execute. He shuddered at the sight of the woman rising despite the very real pain she should’ve been in. She wasn’t human, and she almost certainly wasn’t a vampire. Manuel was inclined to believe that she was something else entirely; maybe even a demon. The way her jaw unhinged and her scream tore apart flesh and eardrums was enough evidence, even if his answer might be wrong. She was dangerous, and they all needed to run. 

“Rubi!” He called out, looking every which way to find his partner. Blood was in the air, twisting all thoughts into urges, hunger constricting both stomach and throat. Manuel groaned, searching and searching through the spots of black in his vision, until he landed on a sight he wished he hadn’t. Pangs of hunger ceased, overtaken with nausea. 

Rubi was being torn apart, with only the woman’s violent shriek as her weapon. “No! Stop!” But it was too late. The sound ripped through the air, dust swaying in the wind and meeting Manuel’s  tongue until he was in a coughing fit. There was nothing left of his Rubi, and Yiri and Ángel were looking to him for direction. They were surprised to be abandoned, quickly following suit and realizing the disadvantage they were in. Even with an axe in the gritona’s back, she proved dangerous, and they weren’t strong enough to handle her. 

“Fuck this!” Manuel burst into a sprint, charging away and abandoning his position as the leader. He never wanted the position in the first place, and if the rest wanted to die for a damn traitor, then so fucking be it, but not Manuel. He had some sort of self-preservation left in him, fighting for control from the thrall Master had over him. From the distance they were at, Manuel was confident he could get away and return with an explanation that Master Jesus would accept. Surely death wasn’t the only answer he’d take. At least, that was what he hoped. 

They always ran; that was why Siobhan didn’t like revealing the exploding trick too early, it always made people run away. Siobhan sighed, strutting towards the man she hadn’t harmed yet, as he ran--more like a drunk horse galloping across tar--she aimed a short, tight scream at him and watched as he tumbled down into an unconscious heap. She did the same to the woman, though she wasn’t getting far with the axe stamped into her like a flag on a mountain. She let Manuel run across her acres of lush green fields, fantasizing about the speech he’d deliver to his master. What words would he use to describe her? Though it was unlikely, she hoped ‘sexy’ fell somewhere in the mess of adjectives he’d use. 

The part of her mind that was critical--smart, intentional and strategic--had taken a long sabbatical with her common sense, her manners and, strangely, her ability to cook an egg. Siobhan missed eggs. Manuel’s body was a dot on the horizon, quickening away like a fly on a mission. He could bring more people; Siobhan thought that would be fun. He could out her as a banshee; and wouldn’t that be interesting? He could hire someone to come into the night and slit her throat and oh, she wanted someone to try it just so she could remind herself of why her strategic mind could afford a vacation. 

Instead, she reminded herself with the bodies of Yiri and Ángel, who she chained up and dismembered bone by bone--at least, she got through the phalanges and into the metacarpals and then realized it was boring and with a yawn, popped their bodies into unrecognizable particles that carried across the air and scattered into the fields. Siobhan wished Manuel would come back, preferably with more bodies and ones that didn’t turn into disappointing dust at the end of their pathetic unlife. 

Mostly, though, Siobhan couldn’t wait to tell Metzli about all the fun she’d had. 

[faeriecinna]

Notice Me, Reader! (Tag Game)

Thank you for tagging me @the-down-upside-finch! I was so excited for this one.

Rules: Share 3 (or more!) small details from your WIP that you feel have gone/will go unnoticed. (You can choose whether or not to share why the detail is significant!)

I'm gonna give you a little bit of both coz why not

Project.Seraph::

Adeline - a character I don't yet believe I have introduced to writerblr yet, but my baby nonetheless (and one of Teo's little gang of travelling thieves) - has a nervous habit of playing with the rosary that sits around her neck. It's not because she is particularly religiously inclined, but because when she was a little girl who suffered with nightmares, her mother would come to her bedside, put her rosary on her and sing her to sleep. Now it serves as a symbol of protection for Addie. If she clutches at her necklace, there's a heavy chance that shit is about to hit the fan.

There is a place in Infernelle called Lake Celeste (a tentative working title) which has a rich lore behind it that I haven't had the chance to properly explore so far in my WIP. Legend has it that the lake came to be when the first Seraphs were cast to earth and their descent from the heavens caused a crater when they landed. The water that then filled the depths became known to have magical properties such as being able to conceal treasures hidden beneath the surface from the naked eye.

And yes, Queen Reinette may be a truly evil little bitch, but that didn't stop me from naming her after Queen Reinette Poisson/Madame De Pompadour. No, not the actual historical figure, King Louis XV's chief mistress. Yes, the Reinette from my favourite ever episode of Doctor Who - The Girl In The Fireplace. "I just snogged Madame De Pompadour!" :)

Project.Ink

The town Rowan lives in as a human is called 'Fálthuin' which I derived from Irish Gaelic and smashed together from the words (Fáil – destiny/prophecy | Tuin – dark/shadowed). So to those privy to that information, the name implies that the town itself and/or its residents have a sinister destiny awaiting them.

Killeen, the Fae Inquisitor, is named after my Grandfather's homestead in Ireland :) I also just thought it was fitting because she's a badass lil killing machine.

Killeen came to be because I created her as a DnD character years ago and the never got to use her in a campaign so I said fuck it and used her in a novel instead. AND THEN THREE BLOODY WEEKS LATER ME AND MY PALS STARTED A DnD CAMPAIGN >:( so now I use Nevaeh (from Project.Seraph) as my DnD muse lmao

I'm once again going to no-pressure tag some new moots so I can get to know your writing :)

@tisiphonewolfe @luchadorbard @morgayz

[langdhon]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? He likes to wear perfume and switches between masc and fem fragrances because he's chaotic and goes with what he feels like. It'll usually have an opium note to it, none of those super strong aftershave scents that sting in the nose. Always with a pinch of sweetness to it, less fruity and more vanilla direction. For those supernatural beings who can smell 'evil', he'll reek of decay and burnt flesh. Mmm~

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? They are unnaturally warm, always, and soft. Given that he tends to leave the dirty work to others, there's no callousness to his skin. He also regularly uses hand creams because he's almost obsessed with smelling good ldkfjg

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?   A lot. His metabolism is a fast bitch, especially since he's such a powerhouse and still in a human body that needs energy. He'll go for something sweet in the morning, but still healthy because, I repeat, energy. Tendency for oatmeal with a variety of fruits, maybe a small spoon of honey mixed in. To that, coffee, of course. Throughout the day he'll go with savoury dishes, though he has no fixed meal times like lunch and supper. He eats when he wants to. He loves pasta. And likes meat, yet often eats fish instead since it has the better fats. Junkfood is a rarity. Michael keeps a balance between healthy nutrition that doesn't get him hungry in 2 hours again, with treats for his sweet tooth. And sometimes you just gotta rip a heart out of someone's chest and take a raw bitey bite too <3 Bonding time with dad included :)

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Nope, this would give him too much power.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? This dude has some lol Especially lying sans shame when it suits him. But his worst habit has to be invading other people's personal spaces, especially when they don't want it. I'm not talking sexual proximity in that regard, mind you, guy has standards! Tied to this habit; the contrast that he'll get mad if someone else invades his personal space when he doesn't want them anywhere near. Brat who generally seems to lack a concept for other people's boundaries— on purpose. As for nervous ticks; he might drum his fingers against a glass/mug/table when within reach but usually tries to restrain himself in that regard. Self-control is the only control he's adamant on maintaining, so nobody around him will get the impression that he doesn't know what he's doing. He may or may not tend to stammer a little when nervous, though.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR?  His hair is always down in public, a wee bit straightened too because it'd be a bit more wavy otherwise. When he's at home and has one of his lazy days + bad hair day, he might tie them into a bun because it's just handy. Attire is always black with a splash of red in the accesoires, elegant when in public with suits and long coats. Sometimes leather, others velvet. At home he might be found shirtless rather often, or resorts to throwing a hoodie over. Anything comfy that doesn't scream 'GET ONE WRINKLE IN AND YOU LOOK LIKE CRAP'. He loves to wear a cute little silk scarf when he goes out, either red or black, depending on what he's in the mood for. Sometimes he'll wear black nail polish just for funsies and his signature look will always be that little red eyeshadow. Which, ofc, he doesn't wear when he's staying at home. He wears one ring on the left hand's ring finger and two rings on the other hand (middle finger and pinky).

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO?   Very much! If he likes you, that is. While he touches everyone for different reasons, unless they're particularly unkempt and stink miles against the wind, he'll show his affection with acts of service. Michael is selfish in nature, so when he does something for someone else out of his very own motivation... then they have to be special. His affection also includes actual effort at respect for boundaries and he'll even get a little goofy around you because he feels comfy enough. Comfy enough to show more of the child in him that never got to really be a child (namely because he skipped most of those early years in one night). He'll also protect and defend you. Another act of affection is that he won't drag you into his business until it gets inevitable, because it'd paint a target onto your back.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?  Usually on his side, either right or left, doesn't matter.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM?  Depends. If he's pissed, he'll want everyone and their mom to know that he is ***upsetti spaghetti***, so he might be breaking something in a fit of rage. That's become rare since he's matured though. Usually, you won't hear him. And he likes to take advantage of that :)

TAGGED: @legacysouls ♥

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[sheviolentlyher]

okay. so you're an optimist with depressive tendencies.

Hello infinite nothingness. You look stunning. I look stunning. We all look stunning.

I have been thinking about him lately. I find myself convincing my heart that he does not care about me. It makes the pain easier to bear.

I wish I could be a true free spirit. I think a free spirit suffers no mental or emotional pain. Everyone has this skewed perception of what it means to be truly free spirited. Running a muck without attachment. Because I have so many unanswered thoughts I do not consider myself free just yet.

I go back and forth a lot. From hate to appreciation, this is how I know I am not ready. But when will I ever be ready?

I want to do things alone with myself. I want to create within my own self. I want to choose me. I want to up my wolf mentality while nurturing my heart shaped sheep. I cannot let the sheep in me die. I no longer wish for some type of salvation. I do not need saving.

I want a constructive kind of love, not destructive. Love can be destructive and I thought it was the will to die by its sword over and over again 🗡️ but I’m finding out it’s more like the will to live over and over again.

Love is learning how to let it be free.Im learning how to love without being loved. That will make my spirit truly free. In order for me to do that I need to love myself endlessly not selfishly.

last night I was a little sick of my urge to look at love in the light. I feel like I almost forced myself to write about the darkness of love. my mind wouldn't really let me. and it just reassured my belief in love and its light. Yes, I can look at all the shitty possibilities of love, but love is accepting those too. Love is not holding it against itself. love is total acceptance.

I always wanted to be a fierce woman. I wanted to be a dominate woman. I am in some aspects, I can be in some aspects. but I am built a soft woman, accepting that has been difficult in such a harsh world. I feel like I am protecting myself most days. I have been failed by the protection and guard of the male species to many times. I need to conjure my own protection and I personally dont think women were made to do that, so we turn into some evil demon. I am impressed with the way I have been protecting myself from my own rage. Rage is a tricky bitch. Rage is counterproductive, but it can feel so protecting at times. There is a fine line between our anger and how we choose to protect ourselves. There is no hierarchy among the female brain because we are aways at the top, and whenever we feel low, we allow that rage to carry us.

Accepting that I am simply not made to be a crude woman, helps diagnose what my true needs are. it helps me get to know me and grow into something fierce. Knowing the weaknesses of the sheep allow the rage to maneuver in a wolf like manner. I will not let my rage bring me down, I will allow it to protect me. I will not allow my rage to pity me, I will allow it to protect me. I will not allow my rage to consume me, I will allow it to protect me.

Rage can be damaging and now that I am more aware of the damage it can cause me specifically, I can almost always use it to constructively trigger my creative mind. Drawing, writing, thinking. yes, we need practice. yes, we need an outlet. Rage is only detrimental when you hold it inside and let it settle in your bones. You have to ignite your ability to create. It is a muse. Emotion is only a muse!

I love where my emotions are taking me. I love that they enhance my ability to think, create, and manifest. I am no longer feeling like I'm drowning in it all. I feel like I'm becoming something much deeper, like the abyss, where only I can breathe underwater.

I am learning how to create something positive out of a negative in hope to receive belief. The same certain belief that I feel I have in what is negative, or the things that I hate. Sometimes, I just hate to hate. Sometimes, I'm a mouthy bitch. Sometimes, when I trick it into thinking it has a voice, it stops wanting to talk. Hate does not like the spot light, it likes to linger in the background in hopes that our minds will entertain it into full blown thought and action. I laugh at my anger, and it leaves. I feed my negativity to the creative mind and I swallow it whole, spitting out literature and art. That is the power of the human mind. Our capabilities are endless and infinite. The only thing that is limited is our vessel, and even that can endure for quite sometime.

Do not wait until you feel the pain. the pain is only something we think we want until it is there. I am learning that only I am responsible for creating my own pain, no one else. By taking accountability for my own self sabotage I am able to progressively turn it into something I can understand and easily create it into love. PRACTICE. you need to practice maneuvering through your mind, You cannot avoid it. You can not ignore it. It's there and you aren't fucking brain dead.

I no longer wish for anyone to understand my ideology when I can't even understand it yet. That would be unfair, so I remain receptive and curious about the world, and gain the ability to conquer anything. And with my rage there to protect me, it reminds me that I am built to ask questions, and that one day I will wake up unafraid.

-x

[sexyminion]

Ok fuck it let me ramble stobotnik (stoneman??) in the Sonic boom canon AU. Under a cut because it’s extremely fucking stupid

Ok since jimbotnik and boom eggman are pretty dissimilar because the tone and themes of the movie vs that canon are pretty different, I’m tweaking the ship dynamic AND Stone’s character pretty drastically. So this is basically….a half step separated from an OC/canon ship.

Boom is a Bad Comedy first and Sonic media second, so the dynamic I’ve landed on that I think is MOST funny? They’re exes. Divorced. Agent Stone is Eggman’s ex husband.

So instead of ever being an assistant, Stone is actually more of a peer/rival villain. I’m thinking they met in grad school for evil or something. He ALSO is a robotics guy but with a different style. All his robots are elegant and sleek and modern, because style and presentation are very important! None of the clunky, retro sci fi style that eggman likes. I’m thinking they’ve gotta have coffee motifs too, because he’s a scientist but a barista and latte artist at heart. Like.. idk a milk steamer that kills you? Espresso that shoots out and melts you like acid?? Coffee bean machine gun??

For his personality, I want to crank up the silliness factor up to 11, because that’s the case with the other characters.. So I’m leaning into the “possessive/obsessive” trait we get a taste of in the movie and we latch on to in fanon. So… he’s a total STALKER. Outwardly he is very friendly and comes off as nice and calm and level headed. But he’s actually totally nuts about eggman. Stone digs up every piece of personal information on him that he can and knows EVERY aspect of his life and history. Eggman was flattered by this when they were younger, but eventually realizes stone is Quite Fucked Up (stone reads his mail, knows his mothers maiden name and social security number, installs hidden cameras everywhere, tries to kill any man who even LOOKS at eggman, doesn’t let eggman out of his site for more than a second). they have an extremely dramatic falling out. years later after they’re split up, eggman is VERY grouchy and filled with contempt at the thought of stone.

So more on the ship dynamic. Stone is very much in cheerful denial that they’re divorced. Like “that’s just a document it’s not important.” He will randomly show up for plot reasons as the Character of the Day at eggmans island fortress like “Did you miss me? :)” (“Yeah, but my aims getting better”). He is much more outwardly pleasant than eggman and most characters are confused why eggman calls him “the devil incarnate”. The dumbest aspect is that every time stone shows back up, eggman bitches and grumbles but EVERY TIME stone wins him over again and makes him fall back in love. It’s a total 180, “I don’t know why we ever split up, why don’t you stay here from now on? We can turn cubot and orbots room into a cafe! They can live outside.” However due to the rules of comedy show, it always goes to shit and usually ends up with a giant evil robot duel. So basically.. they’re on again off again ex husbands.

Some random other character musings:

- he’s still an agent from some sort of… agency. eggman would call him a “lapdog” for it but in reality he’s jealous that whoever stone works for doesn’t want his inventions instead. he has a very men in black aesthetic going on

-he gets along very well with Amy, because they’re both hopeless romantics with an appreciation for style

- sticks HATES his ass SO MUCH. Sonic and tails are just kind of annoyed to have to be occasionally bombarded with the saga of eggman’s romantic life. Knuckles gets an extremely stupid line about not knowing gay divorce was legal

I’m definitely gonna add to this and TRY to draw a character design but there ya go lmfao

[violetbmuse]

Written in Telegram 10/10/2023

XX

Marla. This who I most resonate with at this point on my journey. Thanks Tyler.

If I made this statement to the entirety of random people who I've let into my life since social media's INCEPTION, what would they each think?

Eye MUSE.

Independently. In assessment. About HOW I ACTUALLY WAS.

Ya know, MY MENTAL WELL BEING.

Those who actually know who Marla is, and depending on their INNERstanding of Fight Club's Higher Esoteric layers, each would have their own take away as to whether I was mentally stable at this point.

I get that. I truly do.

STILL, do not give one 🕊️ flying fuck.

How

Does

That

Make

You

FEEL

????

That eye BEE the perceived lunatic to any who encounter me Now. I'm different. Darker.

Where did The Cosmic Mama go?!?!

👽

Will she ever return? Will this foul creature, this mad Kraken Beast goes awayyyy??

I was (still am beyond the violet rage) nicer.

What a wonderful place to be withIN my own INNER PEACE & OUTER EXISTENCE.

In ease. Not dis eased.

Two 🐝 BEE *that* aligned with Go(o)d and what is RITE for me feels incredible.

No other is supposed to get MY sacred journey with Creati9n. That is Mine, dummies. Not your biz at all, ya sea? I swim places y'all won't go cause ya won't go through the warren 🐰 of collective * personal Shadow.

That happens First. It takes a big ass mirror 🪞 to show you the realITy of the LI(f)E you live.

Wake the fuck up, Alice. 🧝

I WILL continue to create chaos and havoc in the lives of others around me as I continue to unravel the collective conditioning and its clutching tendrils, through my own shadow reckoning. I had to face the stuff I didn't wanna see, and face the consequences. The Wyrk is intense.

As eye do my deeper Wyrk, I sea and counter the spell. Brainwash mysELF back to

Divine 💙 Blue 🔵 Print

And HERe I sit, watching as the system I work my ass.off.to.get.free.from....THEY continue to co-sign and comply with. CONsent to. 🙃

I can't even pretend it isn't agonizing every damn day.

Sew.

I ain't looking to get back into your filthy beast system. I'll stay feral and repulsive. Deeply aligned with Go(o)Dness and the Mother. SHE provides.

Green paper 💵 in a materialistic world can make things like having a phone to write my musings into ...easier. So exchanging some quartz I've foraged for a little cash 💰 connects me. To y'all. Otherwise. Oh. I'd be SO Go(o)d with NO phone at this point. For a while.

But even that ain't necessary. Folks barter more and more.

🕊️ I live free. Wanna be freer every day. Don't care if you don't agree with HOW.

8 years nomadic worn, has only brought forth MORE of my own inner Morrigan. She's repulsed by stupid humanity wanting to remains tuck under the spells of evil magicians. Imprisoned.

My innocent, pure hearted self seas the highest potential always. The untainted virgin.

My holy mother who LOVES AND HOLDS THEM ALL SEW FUCKING MUCH EVERY MOMENT, WYRKING ONLY FOR A WYRLD WHERE THEY WILL BE TEULY FREE....weeps. As they all wish I'd be someone easier to manage and understand again. Miss and love y'all. 👁️

My whore self tho? Nah. Fuck all y'all bitches.

I've been it, seen it, survived it. Been fucked deep in this life. I'm hardened. And soft. Both.

Eden is real. I'm IN it. Living it. It's for you too.

Get off your asses and fight for YOURS.

THAT'S WHY THE HOLY TROUBLE MAKERS ARE HERE. What did you think angelics looked like, really? FFS. You're living in a self.imposed HELL PIT!

You're the fucking change. Where is your flaming, ragey s/word of righteous indignation being directed? Warrior?

Beating up your nearest and dearest? As you feel the undertow of the world around you that you're not doing a damn thing to change?

I PUSH ...FOR YOU To find the places where Programming and indoctrination ALSO kept me bound within a domed, limited conscious awareness.

You magnetized me to YOU. To sea where you're stuck. 🪞 That's why it seems I piss you off by simply stating a damn different opinion than your collective agreement to a program.

But it ain't just me. Others like me are everywhere. We made us. Summoned the Olde Ones who now gotta bring Holy Fyr and be means. Sew many of us are HERe now. And we pissed. You. Gotta. Become. The. Hero.

It ✨ STARts at bEarth.

Wyrd. Doctrine. BeLIEf.

Filth. Designed to make us feel LESS.

We are EQUAL IN OUR DIVINITY.

I've become someone deplorable to them, you. All.

I won't go back to being less than I am now.

Until all those who are left behind and fallen through the cracks are raised and loved. We must beCome MORE Loving, not less.

This is who I'm to be now.

For MY Soul lesson plan.

I don't know yours! I'm HERe to bring down the Roman empire. Back to complete freedom for all. Nothing less is acceptable.

Pick a team? Fuck y'all.

Trump. Q. Kennedy. Musk. Love em all, or their versions, they're amazing portals to UNRAVEL PROGRAMMING and learn INCREDIBLE discernment skills. Thank you! But I don't know nor care to know any of these MF'ers. Personally.

Nah. They're illusion. Masked persona. And thinking a materialistic based name or lineage means a thing in the spirit realm is folly. Eye dew trust fEELs tho. Slimy places tell me. Or they do GNO(t). I allow for it all to be true, while beLIEving nothing to be true out any other's mouth. I do me. I trust me.

I love who I am. This is who I reMain.

I'll come into your world. I'll visit.

But plz know, due to YOUR unresolved shadow as to why YOU CONSCIOUSLY CHOOSE TO STAY IN A BEAST SYSTEM...

and the fact YOU had to ask someone to limit their words to what makes you feel comfortable....well...that's okay. 👍

I get that. You can ask.

I'll even do it, tone it down, while I'm there. Around you.

Briefly.

🔥 Til my Soul wails 🐳 from having to hold back my own contribution, not to convince, but xpress. That's all. One more equally valid, and ALSO DIVINE perspective to consider. If you feel it's *too much* for another to

...speak ...their...truth...

that's not mine, Jack. Allllll yours. I don't do that.

Everyone's perspective is sought and welcomed for equal consideration. I'm not that easily influenced by the words of others. Words and fiery discussion do not frighten me. I feast with the deplorables. And THAT IS how I know I'm okay. On my own right side, what's rite for me.

ANYONE is welcome at my table. 💞

☀️ I LOVE THAT FUCKING BIG.

Any

Mother

Fucking

One

Bring it.

We roll.

I'm Go(o)d.

I left the matrixed world with intention, and the vagabonds, criminals, and junkies...the social pariahs and outcasts, have HELD ME as I've roamed ♾️ 8 ♾️ years without one physical hOMe. Changed.

Some same broken. I say Ree bEarthed 💀

The FREE kin who I seek counsel (save a few Northern Warriors from the Tundra) and spend the majority of the time ARE THOSE FOLKS SNEER AT.

I don't tell others what they can or cannot say. Say it.

It's welcome.

If YOU tell me what I can't say, be sure I'll be saying it LOUDER and with an ever more clear and purified channel ELSEWHERE outside your presence.

I built 17 🌪️ Starr Gates in the past few weeks since I said fuck FB and Insta.

Been reclusing. Looking for a place to write. To channel. To let Wyrd flow.

Which brings me to the point of the wind 🌬️ blowing in 🌿 ☀️ 🍀 and through me HERe.

The Wyz danced with the pups earlier, delighting in AI picking the EXACT songs for his spiritual lesson of the moment.

We shared a bowl of resin, we live moment to moment. He shares his disability check with me when I move in deep channel. I'm shit for the Earth plane(t) when I fly with the Holy Ghost. SHE and eye do a delicious dance as One. ⭕

💰 is tight. But a Wyz will scratch up some celebratory Go(o)ds. We smoke MOTHER'S Medicine when we can. Tobacco to Canna to Sassafras. 🌿

♾️8♾️

year

Anniversary

Of

ShanZa

Merlin and Morgana

Zues and Hera

Hades and Persephone / Hecate

Harry and Hermione

Stevie and Lindsey

Zena and Hercules

We dew different WYRK on different planes.

I told him, apparently Elvis lives in Benton Arkansas and is a preacher. We live in OZ, on the ARK too. Neighbors with Elvis!

Also told him I played the link 🔗 of this ELVIS GUY doing said sermon, and my takeaway?

I'd listen to him, this WYZARD, the One Rite HERe IN OZ 🌪️~ that I GNO and fEEL into, speak HIS DraGon FyR s/Word 🗡️ when that RIGHTEOUSNESS OF GOD moves through him....any.fuckin.day.

Over Elvis.

Wut. 😂

Truth!! He MUves my Fyr.

The system has been no friend of his. His truth and Fyr and pure. When he stomps his 🦶 it is felt deep in the Soul. The wrongdoings.

I've loved him as MUSE and best friend for ♾️8♾️ years.

He is beyond any word. He just is. Wyzard is too miniscule a description for his medicine. Mirror. Unwavering in rite natural law. Free Will for all. 💞

10/10/2105 I sent 📤 him a random message on FB.

I was 10 months in to giving everything I owned away to live nomadically. Done with matrix.

Now, we hang about Oz.

He moves nomadically as well.

We Nest HERe n tHERe. Mama provides.

And this. I'm doing all this online creation stuff.

17 new lands I've visited.

I BEE Creatrix.

Building. More.

When I build, Go(o)d guides and I just flow.

I'm doing a thing. A Lone. 🐺 A-wa/ereWolf 🐺

Still Cosmic Mama 💞 and more. Not sorry.

[xxlordalexanderxx]

Get to know the author!

name: Jessica or Slurku

pronouns: She/Her

preference of communication: Either here via IM or Discord. I don't like to give out my discord freely, if you really want it, ask.

most active muse: Alexander and Cromwell. Don't got time for anyone else atm.

experience / how many years: Been RPing since March 7th 2006 for nearly 17 years now ( I have that kind of memory) I got my start on Gaiaonline did a lot of anime RPs like Inuyasha and Full Metal Alchemist and Naruto and Pokemon and I'm not fucking proud of how I used to write shit either. I would take a 3-4yr break before coming back to RP on tumblr where I was in the Wreck it Ralph fandom from 2012-2018. I would occasionally RP on skype when that was relevant as well. I had a few RPs in dA notes for some reason but that didn't last long.

platforms you use: tumblr, not interested in RPing in discord or anywhere else.

best experience: When I first debuted my evil ( or more evil and animalistic) King Candy Cybug and freaked a bunch of people out, that was funny as hell.

rp pet peeves: Being rushed for anything ever. This is my hobby and you are not paying me, do not ever rush me for anything even if you are nice about it. Because regardless of how nice your are I can still see that you are being impatient with me. I am a person with a life and health issues who also takes care of a parent with no kidneys.

Too many fight RPs scare me, I get skeeved out because I had a horrible fucking time after a while in the WiR fandom. Just constant fight and big-dick muse measuring is annoying. Anyone can make their muse god.

This isn't to say I won't do them, there has to be reason for it. Alexander looking to hunt someone but said quarry decides to fight back is more than welcomed.

Not being able to land hits on muses when fighting and taking all the hits sucks and I will write myself out of said fight because at the point things get boring. Fighting is give and take. Alexander is tanky and I will write him as such but he can be hurt too.

Lore breaking is pretty upsetting to me.

People who don't readmore super long replies. There's really no excuse not to do it, you can do it on mobile even so...

Making starters for people who never answer them. I will not do so again but you are free to throw one my way.

Relentlessly and constantly, and I mean over staying your welcome with annoying my muse get's tiring at some point. I do have fun with Alex getting irritated but if it's just all the fucking time I get a little irked myself. I know it's fun to poke at the big bad scary monster man but my brain starts to hurt piloting this big bitch of a man at some point, please chill sometimes.

fluff, angst, or smut: All are good in moderation.

plots or memes: I don't mind either or.

long or short replies: For plots, medium to long as long as things are formatted to not clog the dash. I don't mind short replies but only if muses are just shooting the shit. I'm not a fan of one-liners for plots.

best time to write: When I'm well rested, fed, showered, properly medicated, hydrated, caffeinated, and gotten my irl stuff taken care of and whenever I feel like it.

are you like your muse(s): Sometimes. In a more milder sense I'm not trying to eat people I'm a lot nicer than he is but I don't take any shit either.

tagged by: Stolen from @cflight

tagging: God

[buttlerina]

hey why did you name some of the characters the way u did (gimme that IANVS, REDR, Knockx2 It's Nixilei,--GIMME GIMME GIMME ANYONE (PEOPLE) YOU CAN MANAGE GIMME)

I DIDN'T MEAN ME U BITCH

No but lmao I'll answer thank u for asking bestie <3

IANVS

Sebastian "Seebs" Stein: My very first thought was that "Seebs would be a funny nickname for a guy named Sebastian." Originally Seebs' full name was Sebastian Stan, but uh.... the reason that sounded so good to me was because that's the name of a real actor LMAO. His last name changed to Stein because it sounds science-y.

Annette I. Forget: HMMMM this was a case of just saying nice sounds off the top of my head. Just has a nice flow and rhyme to it!

The Overseer: The Overseer was originally named just Gray (see below). Later I wanted him to have a title that sounded very managerial because he's in charge of the adventuring group, so I looked it up in the thesaurus and decided on Overseer. It ended up being a nice little surprise to find out that the word "oversight" is a contranym, otherwise known as a Janus word :3

(Bonus) Gray Alegra: I wanted to think of a name that doubled as a color between black and white, so I came up with Gray, Ash, and Silver as options and settled on Gray. It was important he was "gray" because he's supposed to be the guy in between the gods and humans. He only gained an association with the god Mercury at a later point. In hindsight, it probably would have been funny to name him Silver instead, to have that association with quicksilver/mercury. As for Alegra, I just thought it sounded nice next to his first name, but I do like that it's the Spanish word for "glad," essentially making his name mean "sad happy."

Ivan Vanderville: Another case of just coming up with nice sounds. Originally his last name was Vendorville tho, because he's a vendor.

Kaminari: In high school I drew a random picture of a girl and my friend saw it and named her Kaminari. I fleshed her out and kept the name all this time.

Quark: Seebs' design was based on Junpei Tenmyouji of Zero Escape fame. Quark is named after the character of the same name in Virtue's Last Reward, a kid that Junpei took care of. I thought it sounded appropriately cute/silly/science-y that Seebs would want to name his cat like that lol

The Dark Lord Nefarious aka Neffy: I wanted to have a word that just sounded very evil but still had a nice sounding flow to it, like the Wicked Witch of the West or Maleficent. The thesaurus came to my rescue again and I decided on Nefarious. One of my friends ended up just casually calling them Neffy, so I thought that could stick as their nickname.

Juicifer: I think this started out with my sister and I joking about making a character called Juicy Wizard? And then that somehow turned to joking about the name Juicifer. The name came first, and then I later decided they would be the Hellhound that represented Heresy, the 6th circle of Hell where Lucifer is.

Daphodel Morali: This guy... has gone through so many name changes. Originally he was a girl named Medea Morali, and then I kept going through my options until I decided on Daphodel and kept the last name. He's named after asphodel and daffodils, two associated flowers where one represents death and the afterlife (as in the Fields of Asphodel), and the other represents rebirth and new beginnings. As he's the Hellhound of Limbo, combining them into one name gives the feeling of being between life and death. As for Morali, it sounds like "morals," and he's a virtuous guy, on account of Limbo being where the virtuous pagans end up.

All of Nefarious' Hellhounds have similar naming schemes in this manner, where they relate to the circle of Hell they're based on, with the exception of the Hellhound of Treachery.

REDR

Klaus aka Kusarigama aka Kama: When I was in my Osomatsu-san RP phase, we would give our Matsu muses nicknames, usually in Japanese, that differentiated them. Klaus originally started as Kusarigama, which is a ball-and-sickle weapon (his weapon of choice), but his name could be shortened to Kama, which was just a sickle. Him and his brother being named after weapons is something I decided to roll with, making their story something like "we were created only to be tools and destroy." In one AU I changed his name to Klaus, and recently I realized that fits him pretty well. The in-universe explanation is that he was originally named Kama, but after making friends with a human, she gave him and his brother new names.

Ridley aka Ryoutoutsukai aka Ryoutou: Ryoutoutsukai was the starting point for him, as the word means someone who dual-wields swords, I think? (And also it could mean bisexual) It was shortened to Ryoutou, which I think has an almost similar meaning. Same with Klaus, in one AU I gave him the name Ridley and decided to go back to that.

Sparky, Snippy, and Sunny: These three get lumped together because they had a similar process. Like Klaus and Ridley, they were Matsu muses who needed nicknames to differentiate them, but these were the OGs. One of my friends liked to talk about the different Karamatsus interacting, so they gave my Kara the nickname Sparky. I wanted to give the other two similar names, and I came up with Sunny pretty easily. For Snippy, I asked my friends for help but I just ended up choosing something I came up with and I think that probably made them exasperated with me LMAO

Knock, Knock, It's Nixilei

Nixilei: UGH their name is so cool but the explanation is kind of lame. I was playing Merge Magic and the game gives random names to your creatures. I had a fairy named Nixilei and I just wanted to use that because I thought it sounded like a cool vampire name.

Ephraim Santos Caballo: I wanted to give him a Spanish name that had origins in the Bible, so WHAT BETTER WAY to think of something like that than to name him after a guy I didn't even know in my conservative Christian high school. For his last names I looked up Spanish last names and just kept track of what sounded cool or heroic... In the end I decided on what I THINK translates to "holy knight" or holy horse as my mom tells me and I'm just really hoping this doesn't look super cringe to native Spanish speakers. But if it does look cringe, then I did it on purpose, because Ephraim is fucking cringe.

Buddy: I knew for sure I wanted a werewolf character, so... I looked up names that you would give to a dog LMAO. Recently my sister found out that Buddy was just a nickname and gave him the full name "Hershel Reese" because. She was eating chocolate at the time.

Extra

Rufus Dufresne: When I was a kid. Like. 5th grade-ish. I made these comics of a stickman named "Rufus the Doofus." Kept the name Rufus, and I wanted a last name that still sounded like the word doofus. In Red vs. Blue there's a character named Doc whose real name is Dufresne, so I used that lol

[countlessrealities]

@advnterccs sent: 📂 for Muse A to comment something about a current thread of Muse B’s & 💞 for Muse A to comment on Muse B’s relationships and/or people they know { To Rick about Evil Rick >:D } Multimuse grape vine

The questions prompt a loud snort out of Rick. He has plenty of opinions about the sociopath and his relationship with the only two people he properly acknowledges. And that alone already says something about the motherfucker.

"W-Where the fuck should I even start from? I-I mean, shit, there's a real fuckin' lot to say...an-and none of is good stuff." Understatement of the century. "I-I dare anyone who knows the guy t-to disagree with me...aside from that clown, b-but he's as bad as Evil Rick, s-so his opinion doesn't count."

And that other son of a bitch is smitten to the point that it's beyond embarrassing. And just as creepy.

"C-Current thread? Alright. D-Damn, he has...two? I-I kind of lost track for a minute there. B-But yeah, two and they are both w-with him and his master." Cue to an eyeroll. "I-I swear, those two can't even have a normal conversation. L-Look at them, t-the clown made up the lamest excuse ever t-to get his pet drunk and...dig around his b-backstory or whatever he's doing. An-And of course Evil Rick went along with it. H-He could have at least called the guy out. Y-You tie yourself to someone for life, b-blind trust and all, an-and you can't even have a honest talk with them? C-C'mon, it was fuckin' rickdiculous."

And yes, that's the right word to make his point at its fullest.

"An-And speaking of those two," he goes one, lips curling in an expression of distaste. "T-That's one of the most fucked up relationships I've ever seen an-and I've been around a lot. G-Got into some bad ones myself, b-but those psychos? T-They are on a whole different level. A-A match made in fuckin' hell. An-And I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out tha-that they are in the literal sense."

If they ever got married, a version of the Devil would definitely be the most fitting being to officiate it. Most likely by performing a human sacrifice.

"An-And don't get me started on their sex life. S-Sure, now it's not as bad as before, b-but fuck. T-The clown didn't even know the most important thing a-about his partner and Evil Rick j-just let him...do whatever the motherfucker wanted to do to him. T-To hell the fact that he hated every single second. F-For real, who the hell does that? Y-Yeah, he's fuckin' obsessed, but damn."

He almost grimaces at his own thoughts and words. "Nasty" and "disturbing" don't even start to cover it.

"An-And then there's President Evil. A-Another fuckin' creepy mess right there. H-He basically tortured the kid f-for who knows how long. Y-Yeah, most Ricks do fucked up shit to their Mortys, b-but again...the motherfucker brought that to another level too. N-No wonder the little psycho turned out t-the way he is."

Not a mine copy of his Rick, but close enough.

"S-So, he twists the kid into some creepy ass weird, t-then said little creep turns against him, t-traps him in his own mind an-and use him as his puppet. G-Gets him killed even. O-Or well, sort of. An-And what does the psycho do? H-He goes straight back to his obsession w-with his Morty, b-but now he wants to be the little freak's loyal, feral pet. An-And how he gets there? H-He stalks him, b-butchers people for him an-and leaves him creepy notes written in blood. An-And there are verses where his Morty takes him back. C-Can you fuckin' believe that?"

Yet another match made in hell, just of a different kind.

"A-Anyone who even just thinks about getting interested in the guy...D-Don't. He's bad news, h-he's creepy as fuck, he can't even feel shit properly. An-And even if he ends up liking you back in his stalkerish, disturbing way? Y-You're gonna regret it. U-Unless you're as messed up as he is."

[benayoung]

hello (again!)

hiii everyone, thank you for the welcomes as always; this is carly (bejoomi’s mun), as promised in my drop post on sieun! this is my new bitch on the block gal, nayoung. she’s actually not entirely new to me, and she may be familiar even to some of you! she’s a revamp of a former muse that is both beloved and beloathed to me, but she’s a ton of fun and i missed her, so i’m glad to unleash her somewhere once again! very excited to get started on her, so as always, please like this post and i will run into your arms 💓 (on joomi’s account, probably.) i know i’ve left a lot of you hanging on plotting in the past couple of weeks, but a lot of that was for sieun and i was stuck with her, so i wanted to wait to get back to everyone until i had nayoung in! hopefully i can message everyone back tonight. i’ll also ramble about her under the cut and offer some plot ideas, though her 1800 word bio and extra info is on this page if anyone is interested. help. ok let’s go

INFO

the first thing to know about nayoung is that she’s kind of evil. or well, she used to be. who knows who she is now. she sure as hell doesn’t, but let’s start at the beginning.

nayoung’s first dream was to become a figure skater. her parents met at a ski resort, got pregnant on accident, then got married due to familial pressure, and brought her to the resort often when she was growing up

she fell in love with skating instantly, then started taking lessons and Got Serious about it

she was so good that her coach recommended she move somewhere where she could get higher quality training and compete on a serious level once she got older

the stars aligned and her dad got a job opportunity in colorado, which just so happened to have great figure skating, so they moved!

nayoung was always just. so ambitious. so willing to do anything to succeed 

her mom, however, a flop model, had such high standards...

so nayoung did too! in absolutely everything. top of the class, had a mental breakdown whenever she wasn’t. always the type to step on anyone she needed to accomplish her goals. she got bullied at first but then she bullied them even worse and they were like uhhhh okay nvm!

always pretty mean too. and manipulative. smart, knew what she had to do to get her way and hated being told no because how dare they she deserves what she wants and she’s always right, u know how it goes

her dad, a surgeon, eventually had an accident where he nearly lost a finger. he didn’t, but it was unclear whether he would be able to perform surgery again and instead of risking lives if he potentially messed up he stepped back from surgery work

he always actually wanted to be a musician, but his parents pressured him into med school. he was the one that got nayoung into music so he decided to become a musician Now that he couldn’t be a surgeon

nayoung’s snooty gold-digger of a mother was not happy and they eventually started running out of money and the relationship got so strained she ended up divorcing him and finally caving and going back to her family in korea for financial support

nayoung went with her, was absolutely heartbroken and bitter bc she also left her figure skating dream behind bc they couldn’t support it financially anymore and her previous coach in sk no longer coached etc etc it just didn’t work out

but she was already dancing as part of her training regimen for skating so she threw herself into that and wa slike hey i can be an idol and get just as much if not more attention that sounds great so she started relentlessly pursuing that instead as she does everything

she eventually got signed to a small company in 2018

she was an absolutely brutal trainee but also fake as shit. would step on everyone to succeed but also would play whatever role she needed to succeed too. tried to cultivate the Ideal Image

but it wasn’t enough; she went on a survival show to debut a girl group, made it all the way to the end, and got eliminated on the finale

she was devastated and almost gave up but decided to keep going, ended up on ANOTHER survival show, and this time she sprained her ankle really badly while practicing

since she couldn’t perform, she was eliminated from the show, and the company decided it would be best to terminate her contract because they couldn’t afford to support a trainee with such an uncertain future 

she still thinks her life is over because make that two dreams she’s watched go down the drain

currently: less than a year after her injury, okayed by the doctor to start dancing again, but just. generally terrified and miserable and lost

she is less evil than she once was, mainly because she just doesn’t care about anything anymore. pretending to be nice doesn’t benefit her anymore and neither does bringing other people down, and she never did it Just To Do It, so she doesn’t really know who to be or what to do anymore

currently unemployed but she needs a job and is vaguely looking if only because she doesn’t want to burden her grandparents, who she is very close to

she is truly Just Here and at her wit’s end.

PLOT IDEAS

it would be soooo fun if there are any former trainees in the rp that we could say trained in the same company as nayoung. she was there for four years up until sometime in the last year so there’s a pretty big window there!

people that actually watched her flop on her flop survival shows. people that liked her or hated her. she was very fake and basically had no real personality but she had a lot of stage presence so she might’ve been memorable in performances more than anything

gamer friends. she’s a Closeted Gamer because in the past she thought it would ruin her image or something, but she doesn’t care as much anymore since she’s lost control over her life. i think it would be fun to have people she met through gaming that she hasn’t met irl yet!

she used to try to look so pretty and put together all the time but now she looks like she just suffered a terrible breakup most of the time, so someone that asks her if she’s okay? she can still be very mean and probably tells most people to mind their business but i think there would be at least one time she just bursts into tears and spills everything hoping that she never sees this person again

she’s both fluent in korean and english so we can do stuff with english speakers...if you’re bad at korean she might be mean she’s not very helpful LMAO probably, anyway. idk, she might help. she’s just a perfectionist and will be a very strict teacher

i need people to help get her on track again and get her to pursue music again. i’m not sure how to accomplish that but she will need some encouragement even though she doesn’t deserve it at all and might tell them to not tell her what to do,

people to make bad decisions with because she doesn’t care about anything anymore. questionable hookups, maybe

old exes! she DID date while she was a trainee but she’s never actually had feelings for someone before, they were all just. for the attention and convenience and the thrill of someone liking her that much but she pretended to be a good loving gf so she might’ve hurt a few people that way when they found out she Wasn’t. open to guys only unfortunately god i want her to be gay so bad but she feels so heterosexual

people for her to bully, people for her to fight with, people that actually for SOME REASON tolerate her and are nice to her which forces her to eventually warm up to them even though she’ll still be terribly awkward

i swear i had some more ideas but i lost them whatever

i’m STILL better at brainstorming than coming up with plot ideas so!! just hmu let’s do it and thank u for reading