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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years

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Crossover Yandere Delta Warriors And Kris’s Three Souls

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Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Deltarune & Undertale goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne “Vivziepop” Medrano & Spindlehorse

Credit for Yandere Simulator goes to YandereDev

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I do plan to post this drawing at the other place I post fan art at.

also the reason why Ayano has different color eyes,

has to do with the Genocide Route, Neutral Route and True Pacifist Route of Yandere Simulator.

like depending how we play, if we go full Geno-Route

our eyes, well Ayano’s eyes....become Red.

but if we befriend a rival and help other students, and not kill anyone in yandere simulator.....

Ayano’s eyes will become blue.

why Sans is wearing Steven Universe’s clothes and Pink Steven being right next to him should be obvious.

it has to do with Sans and Steven being one in the same.

and when the Human Half of Steven died, he was reborn as Sans

but the gem half that makes “Pink-Steven” reforms but Human-Steven is not close by and most likely left to maybe to go live with his new family, his new Dad that speaks in hands and his new little brother Papyrus.

the dark purple soul belongs to Knight, the light turquoise blue soul belongs to Kris, and the Red Soul belongs to the Player.

I believe that before the Player’s Red Soul ends up in Deltarune (in Chapter 1), the Knight who is the Dark Purple Soul had made Kris’s life miserable by pulling dark pranks on others, even if Kris could pull some pranks....they would not willingly cross the line, that would be the Knight’s doing.

yeah I have a theory that the Knight had done dark pranks by making Kris do them and making everyone believe it was Kris, while technically it was but at the same time it was against Kris’s will.

think about it, we never did any of those dark pranks that those in Deltarune mention.

so it makes sense that it is the work of the Knight, who’s soul has been controlling Kris before we got there.

and the only time Knight does take control,

is when they are about to do something sneaky and they rip our soul from Kris’s body and the reason why Kris doesn’t fight back is because the Knight is much stronger than them.

it is possible that the only time we are stronger than the Knight, is during the day time in the Lightner’s World and when we are in the Dark World.

but once Nighttime happens, the Knight has the power to control Kris and pull us the Players.

so if this is true, this means that Kris has two souls in them trying to fight for control.....one being the villain known as the “Knight”

and the other being us the Player, the Red Soul.

I see that as fan headcanon.

in theory if the Crystal Gems and Connie, didn’t know that Steven died and became Sans.....

like it happen some time after the end of Steven Universe Future.

Sans might have Alphys help with that, by cloning a homunculus steven body, that the Pink-Steven will be put in and make it so that no one knows Steven had died and became a Magical Talking Skeleton.

well that could be one way to keep the Crystal Gems, Connie, Greg and everyone else from Beach City from finding out what happen to Steven....if he had died off-screen and was brought back to life by Gaster as Sans.

I would like to see a crossover fan art with the meme

Gaster: *hugging Sans* stay away from my Son.

Greg Universe: but he’s my Son!!

Gaster:.........Stay Away From YOUR Ex-Son......who is now MY Son.

even if we love Steven Universe

(and some of us do love Steven Universe Future)

at least we now know now that the Steven Universe Future,

was NOT the start of Steven’s problems......it was just the boiling point.

Greg was not a great dad, something we should of seen from the start of the first Season but couldn’t.

I plan to re-watch the first series of Steven Universe, to really watch it

and notice the stuff that we never truly notice before....

like even if the Crystal Gems did make some mistakes with how they treated Steven most of the time during his childhood.

and Amethyst did start to become a better big sister to Steven,

like with the whole finding out his Mom is Pink Diamond.

even if not a lot of fans liked Steven Universe Future, because of different reasons....

but we have to acknowledge the problem Steven was having didn’t start in the Steven Universe Future.....it started in the first series.

even if Steven had his good days, he did end up with trauma and he didn’t see a doctor until Steven Universe Future....

which you can thank his “Ex-Dad Greg” for that.

most families have excuses for not being able to go to a doctor.

after becoming rich, Greg could of hired Steven a tutor

and send him to school.....though I don’t think you have to be rich to do that.....at least I don’t think so.

but we can’t place the blame on Steven, even if his Human and Gem Family loves him dearly....

it doesn’t help that Greg and Connie form a “Human Beings Club”

kind of excluding Steven and making him feel a type of negative emotion.

I believe what Steven was feeling when he also says “human beings.”

was a type of negative feeling, but like still wanting to be included in the human bonding that his Dad and Best Friend (Future Girlfriend) were having.

Greg was a bit disappointing in the episode where he took Steven to where his parents lived.....

just when Steven was becoming more better and even enjoyed finding out about his Dad’s past.....Greg only made things worse again,

when he couldn’t understand why his own son was upset with him.

there might of been more to the story of Greg’s Parents than what Greg told so far.....it is possible that one of Greg’s parents had very sensitive hearing and couldn’t handle really loud music.

and Greg could of broke that rule many times and that is why his parents don’t allow any music in the house.

even if that episode tried to play that Greg was a victim, it might not be 100% true.....

yes Pink’s punishments were unjust at times, but we have to remember how bad she was before she given Earth.

so most of her punishments were just, meaning she deserved them.

while other times she didn’t deserve them at all.

the problem might be that both Greg’s Parents

and Blue & Yellow Diamond, would punish Greg and Pink even at times when they didn’t deserve it.....

but it could be that before they did start punishing them,

they let them get away with so much and one point both of them crossed a line that it became too much for Greg’s Parents and even Yellow & Blue, and they had no choice but to ground them

to Greg’s Room and Pink’s Tower.

once again the problem with Steven

didn’t start in Steven Universe Future,

it started at the very beginning in Steven Universe.

the the boiling point maybe started in the Steven Universe Movie,

then the breaking point started in the Steven Universe Future.

not all fans of Steven Universe, have to like Steven Universe Future.

I happen to love Steven Universe, Steven Universe Future and the Movie.

but we have to try to come to terms that the problems Steven was having, didn’t start in Steven Universe Future.

it started in Steven Universe, and even if not a lot of fans will accept that.....well it is their choice, and they should accept it by their own free will to.

I do plan to re-watch the first series to see if Steven had more than one bad experience which would of been one of the first problems he had before his breaking point in Steven Universe Future.

I know at first I thought of the Steven Universe Future

as the time he had his boiling point, but in correction it would be his breaking point that would get worse over time.

the boiling point would be the first stage, which would start in Steven Universe Future.....when more of his mother’s past misdeeds would come to light.

the breaking point would slowly consume and get stronger for Steven, to the point where he would end up becoming Monster-Steven.

Steven becomes a gem monster because of all the negative emotions,

he only gets better once everyone realize what they didn’t do for him.

being there for him when he needs it.

at times we could pretend that everything is fine for others,

like acting like we are only a little sad but doing pretty okay now.

but that might not be for the best....even if we might think it is.

Sans might be a future version of Steven,

who had gotten better and learned from his past, but could still hold on to some form of bitter memories.

like what if the one calling Connie, when Steven proposed to her...

wasn’t Connie’s Mom but was a Boy that Connie was Dating.

and she still liked Steven, but couldn’t bring herself to tell Steven.

well hopefully that isn’t true and that was just Connie’s Mom.

we know that a lot of fans were worried for their ship.

well the Sadie and Lars Ship had became the Friend Zone Ship.

meaning it went from “I Ship It” to “I Bud It”

Shep seems nice though, when I did first see them on the opening I didn’t know if they were a boy or a girl.....

but it turns out they are nonbinary, so it’s nice that the episode where they officially appeared on (as well as their bio.) had confirmed Shep’s identity.

I think I still need to figure out the whole Gyno-Agender

or Feminine-Nonbinary thing.....

I wonder how many fans of both Yandere Simulator and Undertale/Deltarune.....

would think that Fun-Girl from Yandere Simulator,

reminds them of Gaster....?

well Fun-Girl does remind me of Gaster, it be nice if both games did canon crossovers.

well there is that Yanderetale,

but maybe that is only Semi-Canon.....maybe?

there is another crossover drawing I did, that has to do with Undertale/Deltarune and even another game....

but I will wait until tomorrow to post it.

hope some of you like this drawing.

I wonder if it be weird to Crossover ship Sans x Collin....?

I will think about it, but it might leave me a little sheepish. lol

#yandere simulator #pink steven #sans the skeleton #collin helluva boss #charlie magne hazbin hotel #ayano aishi #berdly #noelle holiday #susie deltarune #kris deltarune

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reinepadova · 3 years

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To Be Seen

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“The person who removes a mountain, begins by carrying away small stones.”

Sweet, bright, and floral – words that encapsulate the enticing smell wafting up from a beautifully carved tea tray, with the decanted water flowing down into its grooves to a catch basin underneath. Two pinming tea cups, already warmed and rinsed – painted in a beautiful array of geometric patterns – are a matched set with the tea pitcher currently pouring the first infusion.

“Your tea, Miss.” A large gloved hand – dark and unassuming, except for the dull shimmer of a large jade ring at its thumb, and a shining topaz gem cut in a sharp diamond at the wrist – pushed the filled drink with practiced ease near a seated figure, whose garbs of soft greens, subtle blues, and hints of black, signify a distant relation to the deceased.

“Thank you,” the figure said, her hand reaching for a cup, her head tilted to the unadorned wall. Though her arms seem relaxed, her shoulders were stiff, while her legs were tucked sideways, like a force of habit. She made a fine picture of poise and sophistication from afar, but perfectly humble in her mourning up close.

The host hummed graciously, savoring his first sip, noting the elegance in her figure despite the rather defensive posture. Hmm. If she remains unmoving, pain shall spread on her lower back.

“This drink is made from an evergreen shrub, which grows abundant at Jueyun Karst,” he began, calm dignity resonating in his voice. “It is said to be a place where the adepti enjoy their seclusion, hence the people's reluctance to disturb it's grounds. As such, these leaves are very rare. Only skilled herb gatherers that inherited the wisdom – and the courage – to traverse these lands are able to obtain them.”

“I see,” she replied, an empty cup waiting for a second infusion. He obliged and continued.

“Notice it's yellow hue? It is an accidental discovery. The color of dried tea leaves is normally green, with a taste that range from bittersweet to nutty, or from floral to oceanic. Some, on the other hand, would go so far as to liken it to simple vegetation. 'Grassy', they would say. Hmm. Tea may not be their beverage of choice.”

“Fascinating,” his guest replied, even tone barely hiding polite disinterest. He quirked a slight brow but remained undeterred - he's had encounters with people more ornery in years past.

As curious as her passively hostile behavior towards him has been for the past few days, he shall not stoop low to the level of the ignorant – like those at the marketplace, who circulate hearsays that leave much to be desired. He's only grateful young Mei is spared, for he may start questioning the integrity of his people.

He turned auric eyes down to his cup, watching the idle swirl of the liquid within.

He may only know just the surface of her troubles – like the vague taste of anguish from the void of her dreams – but he's determined to release the pressure through the cracks of her facade, like flushing steam from a smoking mount.

He knows beneath a calm mountain, lies a dissonance that could erupt, painfully and forcefully, at any given moment.

“But years ago, it is said a farmer had forgotten to dry out a batch of these leaves. And a cloth, flung free from a drying line, landed from above, sealing the warm moisture on them shut for a full summer's day. To the farmer's delight, the taste of the finished tea turned light and mellow, and the so-called grassy flavor gone without consequence. This procedure is now known as 'sealing yellow', the widely accepted finish for the tea we enjoy now.”

“How interesting.”

“Quite so.”

Hmm. Mayhaps the origins of tea may not be of interest?

Silence reigned heavily on the two tea companions, like too much burnt incense hanging in the air. A low cough from one tried to break through the discomfort, while the other remained resolutely silent.

“Would you prefer a different drink? We have other varieties that may be more palatable for your taste.”

The lady seem to snap out of thought, shaking her head insistently while eyeing the gloved hand that moved to remove her cup. “No. That's unnecessary. This will do. Thank you for your service,” she dismissed, gently but concisely, with an unconscious hand rubbing at her eyes.

“Is there nothing else I may assist in?” he asked, subdued, concern coloring his words. His uncharacteristically tilted head missed entirely by the lady's distraction.

“No,” came the tired reply, an undertone of exasperation escaping in the same breath.

“...nothing at all?”

She seem to take a deep breath, holding it for a minute, before letting it out in one, even sigh.

Not far from the one-sided conversation, peeking at the side of a privacy screen, the seventy-seventh director of Wangsheng looked on, a feline smile stretched across her face. She watched, with growing giddiness, at the most hilarious drama she'd ever witness in her waking years yet!

“Hu Tao-zhǔrèn? Should we not intervene?” Ferrylady whispered, glancing worriedly at the guest lounge herself. She wanted to help dispel such a morose atmosphere, as ironic as that is, for it is her duty for an honored guest, as well as to their noble consultant.

“Shhh~ Not now, Ferrylady. This is getting good.”

“But, madam, this has been going on for three days. Progress is no where to be found.”

“Exactly. This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to this place!”

"Madam. 'Exciting' is counterproductive to what we strive for in this business."

Ferrylady knew her young boss would have squealed if not for their absolute need for discretion.

No good thing comes from eavesdropping such a private exchange after all.

Hu Tao just hushed her again, silently crawling forward to get a better view. The shadow of the large vase their dear consultant insisted they buy the other day made for a good hiding spot. Something about its story being a distraction for the distraught passed through her mind.

“Miss Ferrylady? H-Hu-zhǔrèn? Why are you crouching down there?”

The two snapped their attention to their new employee, who wore a very bemused expression while pulling at the collar of his stiff uniform.

“Shh! Meng, do you want the troubled souls in the parlor to catch your feet? Drop down behind us now and complete the formation. This is your first assignment~” Hu Tao murmured seriously, an unreadable twinkle reflecting in her eyes. Meng would have gasped out loud if he hadn't slapped his hands over his mouth.

He swiftly did as he was told, back brushing against the wall in the cramped space, before he swiveled worried eyes all around them. Ferrylady just sighed, familiar with their director's ways of keeping someone quiet.

“Now keep quiet for the next half hour you two. Act Two is about to begin~”

-{-}-

Stella mildly wondered if it would be child neglect to jump from the pier right outside the parlor, leaving Mei all alone. It's the only thing she could think of right now to prevent herself from strangling this, this – ugh! This persistent man!

She knows there is a custom of not speaking with customers, out of respect for old tradition – but this one seem to have missed the memo.

Before the day Mei's grandmother passed, the old woman had enough breath to tell her where she wished to have her wake, what she and Mei should wear, what their manners should be during mourning period, and other matters relating to Mei's future.

But despite her meticulous notetaking – her brushstrokes needed lots of work, she knows – Stella still felt unprepared for the kind of reception she received at the infamous Wangsheng ever since their return back at the Harbor.

After tucking in a sleepy Mei in her room, Stella went straight to the parlor, placing three of the Glaze Lilies in the simple pots she requested in advance, nestling them in between wreaths of white flowers surrounding the covered body.

When she finished burning the joss paper for a final offering, she jumped at the male voice directly from behind her. Whirling around, her heart skipped a beat, brows falling low at his short salutation.

The gentleman before her wore a suit that was subtle in opulence, and elegant in form – a large contrast to the uniform worn by the undertakers that assisted her and Mei before taking off to Qingce Village. She noted the thick rings that contrasted against his gloves – rings worn on the thumb, symbolizing the authority the wearer wields, as well as the arrogance boasting of wealth. Her brow had twitched.

“Good evening. May I ask why is the boss of Wangsheng seeing me?” she inquired, arms crossed. Its the only explanation for someone of importance to act like a host in the dark hall.

Despite the hammering beat in her chest, and the lost of color from her face, she stood tall with a firm stance – bracing herself in case this man mocks her for her ignorance. But when no sound of condescension came, she felt unsettled, and focused on his shining tie instead.

It's an unfortunate habit she has around these types she has yet to break, but a good enough technique to show they still have her attention. They usually have some sort of trinket on them – a silken pocket square, an heirloom brooch, or a collar clip – so its not difficult to direct her eye near their neck.

She could have glanced up to a point near their ear, to give the illusion of eye contact - but she didn’t want to remember their face, she has no interest to know of it, to know of them. She has no plans of interacting with this person ever, if she could manage it.

But she was brought out of her thoughts by a sudden chuckle, a smooth and sonorous sound, like rumbling thunder in the distance. It was not taunting or haughty, like she had expected. It sounds like a relief of tension – like heavy rainfall after a long dry spell. Stella took a step back, surprised at her passing thought that it sounded attractive. “I am not the boss of this hallowed hall, much to the confusion of most. You are not the only one who assume so. I am merely one of its consultants. Wangsheng caters to all needs, no matter the status, affiliation, or ethnicity. Hence its forthright pursuit for various advisors in order to fulfill any request – for the benefit of the living, and those that have passed.

I myself do my best to be of assistance to any of our customers, when present.”

“That's, uh, nice?” Stella stuttered, utterly speechless. Not because the explanation lacked clarity – it’s actually worded very eloquently – but because this man, this consultant, was still talking to her, despite the lack of eye contact – a discourtesy these types would easily recognize. It was practically beaten into her head that it was a shameful habit, growing up – that no man would want to be her husband if she does not get over it.

Which motivated her more to never want marriage.

She could feel his eyes roving over her face, the path of their focus mostly resting on her cheeks –surprisingly, never straying down. “Indeed. And if I may say so, you seem to need a boost of energy. Or perhaps a good rest. We offer drinks that could assist you with either. If you allow it, I will prepare it to your liking.”

She tucked her head down, not knowing what to say. Not because she felt flattered or embarrassed by the attention of such an attractive-sounding individual.

But... the thing is –

She hates men.

She really, really hates men.

Growing up in a household that treated her more like a prize than a living being, she had no real choice on how to live her life. Powerful men of elevated backgrounds would strut before her, fluttering their clothes made from rare threads to show off their affluence, leering in greed and unwanted desire at her place behind a special dais – layers of gauzy silks the only physical protection she has from their disgusting gazes. But they were never thick enough for her to block out the absolutely dark intentions in their eyes, nor the reverberating hunger in their sleazy words. It made her skin crawl badly every time – feeling phantom insect's feet trail up and down her arms, creeping sludge up her throat, until it claw up to the sensitive skin of her scalp. No matter how much she bathes in scorching hot water after every encounter, skin scrubbed raw and red, she never manages to erase the feeling right away. Only in sleep could she hope to find peace.

If she even could.

They tell her that her feelings were irrelevant. Her treatment – expected. After all, everyone is led to believe she inherited attributes that show she has the blood of those that dwell in the heavens – in the upper universe that human beings could only dream to reach. And thus her body is seen as a sacred vessel, a carrier for future generations to come – perfect beings that would never suffer from mortal wounds, or mortal illnesses. The mother that shall birth the perfect world. You are one being that can propagate, and produce the most flawless humans the world has ever seen. Humans that would become the paragon for everyone else to aspire to! –

Stella scoffed mutely, unfolding her arms, before stepping back into place. That was what her foolish cousin had thought. Had believed. Had obsessed.

He was a brilliant scholar. A specialist of the unknown. And a zealous believer of their family's history and sacred roots. His fixation with perfection is a flaw in and of itself. A selfish desire that eventually led to everyone's death – especially one she held most dear – Selene. Her sister by name, if not by direct blood. The only relative that actually cared for her, that loved her, that protected her when no one else would.

Selene was the one that taught her how to sing – how to hone the beauty in her voice. She taught her how to fight – with a weapon used by an ancestor who fought her fate until the last of her breath.

Selene taught a many great things, especially other skills that would have otherwise been useless if she was still in her own world – a world that pampered her like a sacred idol, with wings clipped short in a gilded cage.

The very memory of Selene dying in her arms serve as a reminder to never be selfish. To be mindful. To remember that even just one person's open hand is enough to live life for.

But, right now, with her muscles straining from holding her stiff position for so long, she is very much in a mindset to defy her own oath.

She really hates men.

But... she's trying not to. She has to not to – for Meilin's sake:

Most of the fishmongers at the harbor are men – Mei loves seafood.

Most of the chefs are men – Mei loves well-cooked food.

All of the guards are men – Mei trusts them to protect their house and harbor.

If not for Mei, Stella would have gone to live as a hermit by now, fishing or hunting for her own meals, cultivate her own harvests, or protect herself from foolish thieves.

For Mei, she will persevere. For Mei, she will try.

But –

She really hates men.

Specifically, this type of man.

Those greedy monsters cloaked in beauty and money. That speak well of culture and knowledge – both useless, and worthless. For it is a mere show of having been educated on knowledge the masses could not afford to have.

Her heart had not skipped a beat because she finds him attractive – she still doesn’t know what he looks like. But from his clothes, his manners, his flowery words, she could only conclude one thing: this is the type of husband her family had wanted. The traditional type that wanted a traditional wife.

Out of all the typical traits that kind of wife should have: bearing many children, many perfect children, was the main goal. All the while she must always be silent, until spoken to. Be obedient without question. And wise enough to know her place – while being the perfect trophy her husband could boast about.

Stella took deep, silent breaths, controlling her thoughts from making her jump to conclusions.

She had to tread carefully with any man in this world. The people at the market were nice enough so far. Respectful of deals, and follows through with their word.

But, she's not blind to the staring – both the subtle, and the obvious.

Her face, unfortunately, is one of the attributes she inherited from their family's progenitor, their beloved ancestor, and it's been described as appealing at worse, and magnificent at best.

But she pays these no mind. Complements are empty words after all. Especially when they find out she can no longer produce children. That's alright. She has long accepted that any who show interest in her, will soon disregard it after they learn of her disability. Traditional men especially, will throw her away.

That's why – although she has her oath for Selene, and a promise for Gran-gran and Mei – she herself could never give an eternal vow to anyone. Not anymore.

Not after what she's done to herself.

But despite her cold aloofness day after day, night after night, this man remained persistent. Kept pestering to cater to her needs, when she made it perfectly clear the Ferrylady was doing a great job of taking care of her already. That he should focus on more important clientele than her.

Unfortunately, it's the sixth day now of Gran-gran's funeral, and she's still being served personally by the stubborn consultant with the alluring voice, who wouldn't stop inquiring if she was able to get a good night's sleep after clearly seeing she isn't. She knows the bags under her eyes are getting darker, and the whites of her eyes turning red with dryness.

It's times like this she misses those blissful sleep of white nothingness – the long morning nap, and the night she and Mei had to camp out before arriving at the harbor. The only explanation for them was the presence of that little guardian that wrapped around her snuggly like a giant tree in its branches – one made out of scales, and gems, and warmth.

Ah. But it isn't a tree, is it? It was a dragon – or so Mei said. A legendary creature that is normally large and serpentine in form and built – either something that brings about disorder and chaos, or something that protects with might and force.

“Good thing Mr. Guardian is the protector type!” Mei had added brightly, even though Stella knew the little girl was extremely disheartened to see it disappear in the distance after escorting them to the edge of Liyue Harbor, fluffy tail flickering in a silent wave.

She will admit to miss its strange, yet comforting presence. The soothing calm she can feel as she stares at its amber eyes – whether out of vexation or gratitude. It would wrap around her like a thick blanket, enveloping her in a warmth she could feel in her bones, and in her heart.

Ah, well. Maybe she'll look to tame one of the strays around the area. See which ones are easy to domesticate. Maybe, one of them would have eyes as gold as Mr. Guardian. Maybe then she'll be able to cuddle up to something and get some much needed sleep.

-{-}-

As the lady continued to fantasize of respite, a lost look entering her eyes, Morax thought now is the right time for a change. Where diplomacy fails, action may succeed.

When her hand moved to subtly rest at her waist, trying to reach her back, and a pained look briefly passed over her expression, he acted – for the first time – without a second thought.

“You have not slept well after I left, have you?”

Morax murmured low, well aware of their audience in the background, but reached out to her nonetheless, touching the tip of her nose, hoping his action would trigger a memory, their memory, together.

He patiently waited for her indignant squeals and sputters to subside, staring steadily at her face until her angry gaze focused back on his.

She turned silent immediately, a great confusion painted her features. Her hand hovered close to his face – no doubt to slap him for his boldness.

The quiet this time was not uncomfortable – it felt very nostalgic, like the thrum of water drops on stone, or the hum of rocks being mined from the earth.

The kind of silence that defined their first meeting, letting her tug him free from her pack, and staring at him with open bewilderment – with awe-filled curiosity set deep in her exquisite eyes.

“...Mr. Guardian?” she uttered, like a secret, both hopeful and afraid. She withdrew her hand to cover her mouth, while her body sagged heavily on her chair.

Sitting still was never a problem, but the want to comfort made his hand ache. He could only smile for now, to acknowledge the charming moniker, and to prevent from startling her further.

Blinking once, she took in his face. Blinking twice, she fisted her hand.

She suddenly covered her eyes, rubbing them incessantly, as if his image burned her physically and she's trying to find relief. He gave in and reached out, holding them still – something he could not do before lest he hurt her with his claws.

When she focused back on him, eyes turning anxious, Morax slowly lifted a third infused cup, carefully wrapped her fingers around it, before slowly letting go. He rested his arms at his sides and turned entirely to her – hoping his body language was open enough for her to let down her guard, just as she always was while he was Exuvia. He noticed her sitting up straight against her chair, eyes asking questions upon questions mutely in the air.

A dull thud from behind them went unnoticed.

“Please. Have a drink. Let it soothe your nerves.

The sea breeze outside will do much good for your head. Let me escort you to where the water meets the wall. And there, we might be afforded better privacy for your questions,” Morax softly besieged. He cut his gaze to the screen behind them, letting his focus rest on it for some time. Nearly silent sets of feet scurried away after a moment.

“Okay,” the lady consented, breaking through his concentration. When Morax gazed back, she took a long, slow sip, seeming to finally savor the tea he served, making him sit a little straighter in his seat. Her eyes softened slowly, and watered as recognition set in, which in turn made him tug at the corner of his lips in relief.

-{-}-

A knock was heard, before the slide of the door reached Meng's ears. “Yahooo. How is she? Have you revived Ferrylady yet?”

“Uhm, I'm afraid not, ma'am. Maybe this is a good thing? It's better if she has her rest for the night,” Meng whispered back, blowing the lantern light out as his co-worker rested heavily on her bed.

The director and undertaker silently went out, walking away from the sleeping quarters as both thought back on the circumstances of the Ferrylady's fainting. “Yeah. Might as well~ Zhongli-xiānsheng certainly put her in quite a shock. I almost saw her spirit escape from her! Too bad it happened before we got to see what our consultant did to make our guest putty in his hands. Looks like that hermit strikes again! At least this time the lady seems like his age – physically I mean – and totally not like his stuffy personality. I like her~” Hu Tao sang, thinking of giving the lady a small discount on the incense she'll need to use tomorrow.

“W-would it really be alright to leave them alone?” Meng asked, nervously pulling at his gloves.

“Hmm? Any concerns I should know about? Oh! Is she one of those pretending to play 'hard to get', but actually wants to snatch Zhongli-xiānsheng for herself~?” Hu Tao asked, fluttering her eyes exaggeratedly.

“No, Hu-zhǔrèn! You got it entirely wrong.”

“Oh?”

Meng furrowed his brow, organizing his thoughts. “From what I heard, as well as my own experience in assisting her, she tends to avoid men. All men. Except maybe the kids and the grandpas. I saw her hand quake once when I accidentally brushed hands with her trying to move her potted plants for her.”

“I didn't think you had it in you. You sly dog~”

“No no no, Hu-zhǔrèn! You misunderstand again!” Meng waved his arms frantically in front on him. “I mean... yes! I'll admit she's very beautiful. A-and she seems considerate, and kind. But she's a little, uhh, too beautiful? Even I know I'm not a good match for her. But her skittish behavior makes me feel like, like scum – like the lowest of the low,” he said dejectedly, shoulders falling. “She makes me feel guilty for even breathing in her space.”

Hu Tao hummed, a finger on her lips, before her brows quirked up in surprise at Meng’s suddenly spirited stance. “A few of the guys at the wharf noticed too, and speculated something must have happened to her. It's really sad to think of the possibilities. But we all talked about it, and agreed to do our best to be gentle in our interactions with her. No touch. Keep a good distance. And watch our words. We don’t want her to feel like we’re boars on the prowl.”

“Wow. Well done, Meng,” whistled Hu Tao, smiling wide.

“E-erm. Thank you?” Meng scratched at his head, face turning red in embarrassment.

“That's the longest I've heard you speak. Ever! I'm so proud of you~ You're not such a pitiful scaredy cat aftercall,” Hu Tao hooted in glee.

“W-what? M-madam...” Meng groaned, head falling down on his chest in dismay.

Hu Tao giggled softly, and changed her carefree stance. She gently patted him on the shoulder to get his attention. “Just kidding~ You really have to lighten up.

But, I didn't lie. What you're doing is very honorable. And even if you're too common for someone like her, I'm sure in time she'll notice and appreciate what you all are doing.”

Was that supposed to be comforting? Ugh. I still don't understand the director. I have so much to learn.

“Besiiides. If you guys are honorable already as ordinary citizens, what more someone of Zhongli-xiānsheng's caliber?”

Meng nodded, smiling brightly. “You're absolutely right, ma'am. I should not have doubted his intentions.”

“Maybe by now, he's escorting her home. So let's have faith in our reliable consultant!”

“Yes, ma'am!”

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A/N: Just to clarify, Hu Tao meant Zhongli is such a devastating lady-killer. He just doesn’t know it. And yes, more eye-flirting with these two. Sighs. He has such pretty eyes. Updated again on 04/15/2021 because I’m my own biggest critic.

Gong fu style of serving tea is so mesmerizing to watch. I can see Zhongli do it every time.

Fun fact: In ancient China, yellow tea was indeed considered very rare. And since yellow is the traditional imperial color, only emperors are able to enjoy it. Unless they deem a guest fit to be served the tea - which is considered a high honor.

Zhongli’s rerun banner is coming up sooner than I thought. I should have known Genshin would have a mid-anniversary thing too. Or something like it. I panicked, caved in, and bought the Blessing of the Welkin. His mats are not readyyyy aiyaah

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Follower Tag: @meladollsims

#to be seen #zhongli #zhongli x female OC #zhongli x oc #fanfiction #shapeshifting archon #ferrylady #hu tao #meng #Wangsheng's side business is matchmaking

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legendcrown · 3 years

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under the cut (again 2 due length) will be some hcs abt the abilities darkners have as a whole, along w/ info abt boss monsters + the magic ralsei and his family possess(ed)!

darkners as a species have a few natural abilities that are, as you can probs assume, mostly to do with being much more adept in the dark, night vision, for example. but, they also have the ability to control their own forms to a extent. while they cannot change their actual appearance, they are capable of things such as: shadow camouflage/shadow stealth, shadow travel, and are able to squish (or ‘melt’) and stretch to their heart’s content when in this state.

this can all be applied to the royal family too, of course. but, due to being able to draw directly from the dark fountain itself because of their boss monster souls, their power is much stronger then an average darkner, resulting in the ability of ‘umbrakinesis’, the ability to manipulate shadow itself, not just their own form.

this is due to was a process that only the old monarch’s were capable of, usually taking place when a related child reached about eight, since that’s around when a monster’s magic really begins 2 flourish anyway.

it was done by simply placing one’s arms into the fountains shadowy stream for a short amount of time, allowing it’s power to 'soak in’, so to speak–dw, it doesn’t hurt, it just feels like warm rushing water, if anything! (though, i wouldn’t suggest ur normal everyday non-boss monster go and try this, their souls wouldn’t be able 2 handle it, rip!)

the purple stain that’s left behind is generally just called the 'the dark fountain’s mark’, or alternatively, 'catnornu’s mark’, catnornu being a personification of the fountain, and deity-type figure along with the three lightners that created the structure in the first place. (but, well, that’s a different hc 4 a different day.)

anyway, i hc boss monster soul’s are, sort of… the middle ground between human souls and normal monster souls, each member of the family has a different ‘passive’ type of soul magic. (similar to the differences in human souls, just less powerful, of course.)

for the king of spades, it’s a deep set empathy (light blue), a heightened sense and read ability in others emotions, and possible forthcoming danger. as well the ability to take some one’s physical or emotional pain as his own, letting those feelings melt away under his presence so the other may think a bit clearer.

for the queen of diamonds, it’s the power of natural charisma (light yellow), the endearing nature of a full-bellied laugh, or a sing-song voice. the proclaimed shoot -ing star of the dark world, where even the toughest and grumpiest of darkners find it’s hard to resist the infectious energy the queen gives once she enters a room.

for the prince of clubs, it’s a keen eye and a mind that goes a mile a minute, a photographic memory, a walking encyclopedia with a skill in perception (light green), and curiosity. a boy with a knack for digging up the roots of mystery and solving problems, studying the sciences and history of magic and darkners themselves, recording his finding in self-written journals.

and for ralsei, the prince of hearts, his ability is… imagination. (light pink)

as silly as it may sound–for example, ralsei collects weird odds and ends, pencils, lost buttons, rusted keys, hair ribbons, marbles, etc etc. he uses these in potions, in his charms, they hang off his belt and scatter the walls and shelves of his room.

and, he has a lot of items he’s found over the years that seemingly have magical ability tied to them already. sometimes strange things, such as a comb that casts random spells when you brush your hair. sometimes things that are a bit more practical, such as the scarves he wears, which act as a extra appendage. some times things like his wand itself, what he uses for all his spell work; nothing but a strange looking thorny branch he’d found.

but, the thing is, these things weren’t actually magic before ralsei got his hands on them. he, being himself, finds the magic in lost things, in broken things, in the small things, and that itself is makes them magic. he doesn’t realize he’s the one giving the items magic, he just believes they already are, and that itself is what lets them be enchanted. now, this is not something he could simply force if he did ever figure it out, he couldn’t just will something to be magic, no.

it’s based purely off ralsei’s hope and honest belief, and, thats why most of his magic is able to exist !!!

now, about the spells he actually uses in battle, the ones tied to his music magic... don’t mind me, i’m just gonna ramble real quick! <3

>upgrade .

>is casted upon a selected party member to aid them by boosting a random stat. attack, defense, magic, etc etc. >you can only have one target with one effect going at one time, the stat boost wears off after two turns, and you may start anew.

>if effected by upgrade, the party member will have a shimmery golden effect around them. >the song itself is something quick and jaunty.

>costs 10 TP.

>pacify .

>can be resisted/fought off, and some people are more susceptible ralsei’s song then others. (ie, most people only dozing off when his lullaby is sung to them directly, but susie seems to doze off whenever she hears it.)

>if successful, it lasts about one full round, meaning you have to spare and/or pacify the rest of the enemies in a somewhat timely manner. (if used outside of battle, it takes about for 5~ to 10~ minutes for the target to wake back up.)

>target will come out of their pacified state will gain the ‘dazed’ status effect, where they’ll have a lowered stats for a few turns. until this effect wears off, the target is unable to be pacified again. >the song itself is something much like a child’s lullaby.

>costs 16 TP.

>enchant .

>can be resisted/fought off, and some people are more susceptible ralsei’s song then others. if successful, it lasts one turn, and allows you to command the enemy to fight/act/spare with other enemies. >symptoms of being under the spell are, literal heart eyes, flushing, day-dreaming, fast heart rate, shortness of breath, sweating, etc etc.

>(not actually a love spell, more so a charm/friends spell, the lovey dovey stuff is just aesthetics, him being the prince of hearts and all) >target will come out of their lovesick state, will realize they were charmed, and become ‘enraged’, boosting their stats temporarily. >the song itself is something slow and hypnotizing, a little ethereal.

>costs 16 TP.

>revive .

>just your basic healing spell, nothing too fancy here, just select a injured or downed party member to heal them a certain amount. >it can, ah… go further, if need be. but let’s not get that point, ok? >the song itself is something soft and welcoming.

>costs 32 TP.

bonus, a quick tl;dr of ralsei’s magic abilities.

(SECONDARY)

>darkness adaptation, darkness mimicry, etc etc, a general darkner ability. >umbrakinesis, and its general/basic capabilities, a general darkner (boss monster) ability, and can be cast without the help of a wand, staff, etc etc. >passive pink soul magic (imagination), can’t be purposefully controlled.

(MAIN)

>song magic, tied to his soul magic, casted either via singing or an instrument, often used intertwined with other abilities. >general witchcraft, ie. spells, potions, charms, sigils, runes, etc etc, cannot be cast without the help of a wand, staff, etc etc. considered ‘old-fashioned’ magic by modern darkners. >along w/ the stuff above, ralsei’s strong suit is divination; tarot cards, palmistry, tasseography, scrying, etc etc!

>necromancy/bone magic, done with collected non-monster animal bones, things that were already deceased when found. again, considered ‘old-fashioned’ magic by modern darkners. >necromancy is heavily intertwined with mediumism, cannot be cast without help of a wand, staff, use of an altar, or other medium devices.

#* && OOC #* && RALSEI /// AND A PRINCE FROM THE DARK .#long post tw

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erqixi · 4 years

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It had to be done.

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An Insomnia [Errordream] fanfic

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1589 words

8682 characters

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Warnings- death, slight suicidal thoughts, hella lot of angst, slightly grossly descriptive is an area or two

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Characters- Dream, Error, Nightmare, Ink, and Killer (mentioned)

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Error looked at his palm. This was it, he was going to do it. Tonight was perfect, Dream would love it! Smiling, he tucked a small box into his back pocket. He began to walk over to his portal that led to nightmares place. He never noticed the eyes that followed him.

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Dream was having a splendid day! He was excited to see Error later tonight. He looked nervous, but then again he always did around Dream, It made him giggle! He walked down the forest path that led to ink's house. It lay in an au that wasn’t very well populated, so it allowed him to stay low and undiscovered. He knocked on the door. A sudden wave of negative emotions washed over him, catching him off guard. It left as quickly as it came, but it left him a tad confused. Before he could ask himself what it was, the door opened revealing a grinning Ink.

“Heya Dream, howyadoin’?”

“I’m doing fine, how about you?” He responded, forcing a grin.

…

Ink gave him a searching look. “You sure? You look a tad shaken… are you alright? Come in, You can tell me while you drink some of the hot chocolate i made!”

It was wintertime in the au they were in, so it made sense to make some. But Ink being hospitable? Really? He couldn’t believe his non-existent ears. Next thing he knew, he was being pulled over to one of the rainbow bean-bags that Ink had laying around his house. On the kitchen counter were two cups of hot chocolate, one with rainbow colored marshmallows and the other with yellow ones. Yum! Ink brought over the cups and the two sat down.

He took a sniff of the hot chocolate. It smelled like apples, which made him queasy. Ink must have forgotten that he didn’t like apples- again- and bought the apple flavored hot chocolate that this au’s farmers market sold. Trying not to choke, he downed a sip or two of the mix.”I- it tastes good!”

“Glad you like it! Now if you don’t mind, I forgot something in the other room, I hope you don’t mind if I fetch it!” Huh, apologetic. What was the occasion? Ink quickly darted to his bedroom.

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So that he wouldn’t make Ink feel bad, he continued to drink a bit of it. Not long after he felt a burning sensation in his skull. Headache? No… no this was more than a headache, he was sure. The pain was increasing rapidly, and before he knew it, he was not he ground. He started coughing up a black liquid, and negativity flooded over his body, and a black goops started to pour from his right eye. He let out a strangled scream as the goop started covering his whole body, filling him with feelings of negativity that no person should ever feel. He started forgetting things. Wh- whose house was this!?!? Tentacles sprung from his back, ripping his shirt wide open. What is my name? Ribs cracked.

…

Who was he?

He remembered one thing. Error. And with it came not love, but a desire for bloodshed.

Two gray eyes watched soullessly from a distance.

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Error and Nightmare chatted as they walked through the au. Stars and galaxies littered the sky, as comets flew just miles above where they stood. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. What, even destroyers can admire the scenery from time to time! The only reason Nightmare was with him is, honestly, he had no idea where the spot really was. He just told Dream to meet him there, so he had to ask Nightmare to bring him there. The guy was surprisingly supportive. He actually got so excited when Error told him about the proposal that blue apples appeared, glowing in his eyes. That got a laugh out of Error… almost at the expense of one of his fingers… but hey, ink could always make him a new one, right? They walked silently, with a few exchanges, through the sparse forest. The peace didn’t last long though, unfortunately. Nightmare was slowing down a bit, which struck Error as odd. He slowed. “Hey boss, you doing alright?”

“Yeah, just feeling a bit queasy that’s all…”

Nightmare admitting he was a bit weak? Yeah, something was definitely up. “Hey, why don’t we stop for just a minute…?

“Fine…”

They sat behind a large boulder as Nightmare slowly recuperated. Or at least, that was the expectation. But no, the poor guy was getting worse by the second. Neither of them knew what was going on, but it wasn’t good. Growing increasingly worried, both that he is going to be late, and that Nightmare was clearly dying or something, he opened his mouth to tell Nightmare to go home and get some rest or something so he God forbid doesn’t die, when he hears a muffled scream. He whips around to see Nightmare shaking, staring at his hand. Error rushed over to him, soul pounding. His hand. Okay. His hand. His… hand… his… his…

Oh my god his hand-

The goop that covered Nightmares body had parted way, revealing pearly white bones underneath. And it was still going, crawling up his arm. Before he knew it, a small, boy sized skeleton stood before him, shaking to the core. He gaped at what was supposedly his boss.

“This- this isn’t good- oh god-“

“Wh- what the hell- where is the black… stuff!?!?”

…

“This is bad, isn’t it…”

Just from the look Nightmare gave him, he knew it had to be about dream.

“W- what happened to him!?”

“He ate a dark apple- he must have- but why!? He would never purposely eat one! Someone must have made hi-“ he suddenly shoved error into the bushes, with force too strong to have seriously come from something that small. Shaking, he looked at where Nightmare was staring. Oh my God-

“Is that Dr”

Nightmares hand slapped across Errors mouth, and he gave him a warning look. Standing a couple yards away from them was a very goopy, pissed off- what he assumed was- Dream. And he was looking straight at them.

Nightmare and Error looked at each other.

“Run.”

And that they did. As fast as they could. He felt an urge to run towards Dream instinctively, but Nightmare helped him fight it off. That wasn’t Dream anymore.

Demon Dream was quickly catching up to them. “SPLIT UP!” Nightmare shouted.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

“JUST RUN I’LL DISTRACT HIM HE WON'T KILL ME! I KNOW HIM!” Nightmare shouted. Error didn’t pick up the fear and doubt edging Nightmares voice.

Hesitantly he ran in a different direction. He found himself in a clearing where he collapsed, trying to catch his breath, wheezing. This wasn’t happening… please, God tell me this isn’t happening…

he was jolted out of his misery by the sound of footsteps behind him. Dream was standing right behind him.

And dust was dropping from his tentacles. He started shaking. “D- Dream, I-“

One of dreams tentacles wrapped around his neck, snatching him up off the ground, and the ring fell out of his pocket. He couldn’t breathe. “Dream no please stop this isnnnnnntnnt…-“ it got tighter. Multicolored dots and glitches filled his vision. He gagged. “DREAM PLEASE-“ cold, deep orange eyes stared soullessly at him.

Pain pierced his chest, and it all went black.

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A scream pierced the air.

A jolt went through his body. Wh- where was I!? What am I doing in the forest?!?! Oh my god why do I have tentacles?!-

It all came flooding back. He was at Inks house. He… he collapsed… but why? The… the… the hot chocolate? Apples. Apples… ink left him alone… he...

He…

That traitor put a dark apple in his hot chocola-

He noticed there was something laying by his feet. He looked down.

And he froze. His eyes widened. His body stiffened.

Nonono

NONONONO

He collapsed and wrapped his arms shortly around Error's body. He was shaking violently, head reeling. “YOUR NOT DEAD YOU CAN'T BE-“ He frantically searches for a soulbeat. Then a pulse. But nothing. The guardian of positivity collapsed on Error, gripped his hand, and cried. Cried because there was no reason left to live. Cried till there were no tears left to cry. Cried because of the fear, pain, and guilt that came crashing down on him all at once. But those beautiful stars just glittered coldly down on them. Footsteps sounded behind him, and he turned around to see blue and yellow eyes and a wide smile.

Ink walked over to them.

“Get away from him you psychopath!”

Ink stepped over a few feet and picked up a small golden ring. It donned a beautiful yellow diamond at which the likes of that he had never seen before. Horror dawned on Dream's face.

“Nothing personal kid. But the creators were getting a little weary of the lack of action around these places.” He Summoned a sharp, black bone. Error's body disintegrated into dust. “And I have taken it upon myself to keep them interested. So, like I said…”

He readied his fingers for a snap.

“Nothing personal kid!”

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He was an amazing actor. It was Killer who found them there, and everyone came after that. He would act terrified, and his eyes a grayish blue color. When they asked what happened, he won’t respond only with, in a shaky voice,

“I just found them here.”

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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Empires on the Horizon IV

Jason is a CEO: Part IV

Here’s my masterlist for the next part and my other stuff

new beginnings

look fragile

like glass

but when grabbed

sparkle

like diamonds

-badpoetry

“Good morning Mr Grace,” Grover Underwood smiled from his usual spot behind the coffee machine.

“Morning, how are you?”

“Much happier for seeing you less like someone kicked your puppy,” He gave Jason a knowing look.

“How?”

“There are some things the brain cannot hide, matters of the heart are often one of them.”

He didn’t really have any reply to that, so he gave the man an awkward smile and shrugged.

“Your usual then?”

“Yes please, and an iced coffee for Hazel.”

“Ah where is the darling this morning?”

“She’s coming into the office later, something about needing to go home first? She must have stayed at a friend’s place.”

Grover raised a dark brow, “Mhmm and where is your driver this morning? I noticed you drove yourself in today.”

“Uh I think Frank took the day off,” He frowned trying to piece the conversation he’d had with his friend in his sleep-deprived brain.

“Oh interesting,” Grover��s chocolate brown eyes twinkled in amusement, but before Jason could question him a warm cup was being shoved into his hand and he was being ushered away to wait for the iced coffee.

Collapsing into a chair, he pushed his glasses up his nose and wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck. Winter was beautiful but gods it was cold. He glanced around the café taking in the familiar forest green walls and dark wood floors. There was no sun streaming through the windows today so the gold accents on the tables were dulled and dark, like hidden bronze. He traced his fingers around the edge of his cup, losing himself in the motion, in the feeling of heat on his cold fingers, in the small gusts of wind against his cheeks as the door opened and closed, in the noise of a bustling store, in the–

“Hello Jason,”

“Luke,” He took a deep breath, “Fuck off.”

“Aw don’t be like that,” He sniggered.

“Please Luke, I don’t have the energy for this right now,” Exhaustion was a thousand-ton weight on his bones.

“That’s your problem Jason you never wanted to take things head on. It was always let’s wait for this, let’s get their opinion first, let’s just give it a couple weeks. You could have had the world begging at your fingertips if you just went for what you wanted.”

“Are you done?”

Luke’s responding laugh was malicious, “You are so-“

“Leave.” His voice was stone.

His ex-boyfriend scoffed, “Pathetic.”

Jason watched as the face he had been so in love with sneered at him, the scar running down a pale cheek twisting into malice. His soul ached for what could have been, it burned for what now was. It always surprised him how drained he felt after every interaction with Luke- like crashing down from a potent high. Being with Luke was a high, was euphoria and hope and sin. What the fuck went wrong?

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Talk to me,”

“Why do you insist on answering the phone like you’re some sort of mafia boss?” His sister grumbled.

“Hello to you too Thalia,”

“I just wanted to let you know that I’ve set you up on a date tonight. Six-thirty at Sun and Songs.”

He groaned, “No. I am not in the mood.”

“Jason Grace,” She started; he could feel a rant coming on, “You cannot stop living your life because you have a wanker of an ex-boyfriend. You have been in a slump since Luke and it is affecting you in ways you’re too scared to admit.”

“It is not affecting me,” He was tired of having this fight, “I literally dated Piper for like three months.”

“Mhm and were you happy? Did you put all you could into the relationship?” She didn’t wait for his response, “No, you may have been a little happier, but you weren’t you. So you will go on this date tonight and in five years when we’re planning your wedding you better be thanking me in your speech.”

“Gods Thals,” He snorted, “We haven’t even gone on the date yet and you’re already planning a wedding?”

“Wait does that mean you agree to it?” She squealed through the phone.

“Yes loser,” He held in a laugh, “I’ll go on the date. But if it doesn’t work out you drop all of this. No more setting me up, no more interfering.”

“Yes sir. Now, how work’s going?”

“Besides the fact that Project Hestia is on hold because of this stupid contract everything is good.”

“Isn’t your fancy lawyer lady sorting it out?” She muttered.

“Reyna is a great lawyer and you know it.”

“Yea but she’s also my ex-girlfriend so I get to be a little resentful.”

He snorted at that, “Of course, and how are you?”

“I’m good. The Conservatory is still standing so I can’t be doing too many things wrong.”

“Didn’t you guys get cheetah cubs this weekend?”

“Oh Jase!” His sister cried, “They are just the absolute cutest things. Did you know cheetahs are so shy that some conservationists and wild-life biologists recommend giving them emotional support puppies?”

“So what you guys got puppies and cubs?”

“We haven’t got the puppies yet; they’re only arriving this week.”

“Well send me pictures when they’re together, maybe I’ll have them framed and hung around the office as a morale booster.”

She laughed, the sound crackly through the speaker, “Will do little bro. Listen I have to go but call me tomorrow to tell me about the date.”

“Wait!” He yelled, ignoring the weird looks from the café patrons as he walked out, “What’s her name?”

“Zoe.”

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Jason was nervous. That was the only explanation for his shaky hands and the zoo of creatures in his stomach. He had gotten to Suns and Songs fifteen minutes early with a lavender and daisy bouquet in hand. The restaurant his sister had reserved was nothing short of incredible. Dark maroon draped over each table, and opulent candelabras sat in the center, lit only if the table was occupied. Glass and crystal chandeliers swung slowly from the high wooden beams, catching on the light and making a kaleidoscope of the room. Even the way the air smelt was decadent here. Like wood smoke and perfume, some hint of chocolate, maybe. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he wanted to bottle the scent and bathe himself in it. Trying not to be suspicious he took another deep breath in; it calmed his nerves if nothing else.

“Mr Grace?” someone put a soft hand on his shoulder, “Your guest,”

He thanked the waitress, getting up to greet his date and pull out her chair. He tried to muffle his gasp when he finally turned to her. She was stunning. Midnight skin contrasting elegantly with the pastel yellow dress she wore. Braids intertwined with glittering strands; it cast a pale silver halo around her head. Small hoop earrings glinted as she moved, and the bracelets at her wrist clinked gently when they shook hands.

“Hi, Jason Grace,” He smiled.

“Zoe Nightshade.” She flashed beautiful white teeth.

He handed her the flowers, “You look unbelievable.” He truly was in awe of her.

“Thank you,” Her smile was soft, but her voice was crisp and direct, “And these are gorgeous.”

“Would you like to order drinks?”

They scanned the menu quickly; Zoe ordered a cocktail he hadn’t heard of and he ordered the first thing he saw that didn’t have tequila in it.

“So,” He asked, and then cringed at himself internally. Starting any conversation with so was bound to make it awkward.

He cleared his throat, “How do you know Thalia?”

“We work together at the Conservatory. I moved here a couple months ago because I got transferred from the wildlife center in Germany.”

Jason didn’t know what but something about her voice made his insides melt. She said everything so undiplomatically– like if it wasn’t a fact it wasn’t worth uttering.

“Oh that’s cool. What do you do?”

“I’m a veterinarian. You?”

“Well I was a structural engineer but somehow over the years I got roped into being a town and regional planner.”

She frowned, tilting her head assessingly, “You did not finish your engineering degree?”

“Oh no I finished and got my masters in structural but then I started my company and I realised I needed other qualifications to run it the way I wanted to so I had to go back and get a degree in urban and regional planning. By the end I felt like I had been studying since the dawn of time.”

She laughed at that, and a look of surprise crossed her face, as if it was as unexpected to her as it was to him. “I know how you feel. I love animals and I’m passionate about my work but when I was done studying, I vowed never to go back. Studying for seven years after school and then trying to do it all over again feels like a one-way ticket to the end of the road.”

He mirrored her smile, “How did you get into veterinary sciences anyway?”

“My father was always busy, and my sisters were… interested in anything that could make them more beautiful, or richer. So I was pretty alone for most of my childhood. At some stage I convinced my father to get me a dog, Ladon. We were inseparable. But he got hurt when this man,“ She said it with such disgust he almost flinched. “This man hurt him. Kicked Little Ladon out the way when he was just trying to say hello. We had to take him to the vet, and I remember them being so sweet and kind to my dog and I knew I wanted to be exactly like that when I grew up.”

“Any chance you know where this man is so we can kick his ass?”

She laughed, raspy and bursting, “Don’t worry little eleven-year-old me kicked Mr Alcides as hard as I could in the shins.”

“Good,” he nodded with conviction, “He deserved more but you found your passion so there is some balance.”

She hid her grin behind a sip from her drink.

“Sir, ma’am,” Their waitress stepped to their table, “Would you like to order?”

Hours later, cheeks flushed from the liquor, laughing over Thalia’s antics and their shared need for structure, they finally decided to call the dinner to an end.

“The focaccia was to die for,” Zoe groaned, patting her stomach.

“Honestly, I may have to marry the pasta.” He sighed contentedly.

She giggled, and he knew it was a rare thing for her because her face caught that surprised look again.

“Want to grab dessert?”

“Oh gods no,” She shook her head in alarm, and then frowned as the realisation of what that meant washed through her.

“I had a really great time tonight,” He started softly.

“Do you want to walk to the park? We can stop and have gelato?” Her dark eyes were full of nervous hope.

He blinked at her, a little shocked she wanted to continue the date, “I thought you didn’t want dessert?” He teased.

“Maybe the walk will burn off some of these calories and i’ll have space for a little ice-cream.” She scunched her nose.

He knew the gelato was just an excuse, so with a grin that lit up his whole face he grabbed her hand and nodded, “Let’s do it Miss Nightshade.”

Her face glowed with relief and enthusiasm as they tucked their chairs in and exited the restaurant.

“Tell me about your family. How come you weren’t interested in the rich side of life like your sisters?”

“I guess being the youngest kind of made it all seem pointless. I had seen what happened when their vanity became malicious and I didn’t ever want to turn into something I couldn’t recognise. I went to stay with my Aunt Diana through high school. She owned a bird sanctuary. That’s where I interned in my college years.”

“Wow,” He looked down to her, awe evident in his face, “And it didn’t bother you to be so far away from your father and sisters?”

“Honestly, I’m not even sure they noticed when I left.” She shrugged, “It was a long time ago. I really only see them for family functions now.”

“And your aunt?”

“She still has the bird sanctuary, but she mostly works in the background now. My cousins, Bianca and Phoebe, run it full time.”

“Do you miss it? Were you guys close?”

“Much closer than my sisters and I. I do miss them, but I definitely can’t say I miss the sanctuary. Some of those birds were evil.”

Just then a loud squawk came from above them. She scowled at the sky, “I’m talking about you Auretta.”

He tried to hold in a laugh but Zoe stuck out her tongue childishly and they both bent over in laughter.

“Maybe we shouldn’t hurl insults while we’re out in the open.” He managed to gasp.

“Good thing the gelato shop is right there.” She grinned, grabbing his hand and sprinting towards the small, illuminated store at the end of the cobbled street. Her dress shimmered, moved like rays of light. She looked like a star.

“Come on,” She yelled, tugging at his hand harder.

‘Alright, alright,” He snapped out of his admiration and let her lead him into the shop.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

“Want to share?”

“Sure, you choose,” He waved a hand towards the abundance of flavours behind the glass.

“Please can we have one scoop of chocolate, one scoop of vanilla and,” Her brow furrowed as she scanned the tags, “And one scoop of cookie crumble.”

“Why did I think you were a sorbet girl?”

“Sorbet in the summer, anything else for the rest of the year.” She said matter of factly.

He nodded solemnly, “Yes makes sense.”

She swatted his arm, grabbing the cone from the lady with a thank you, “Gods I feel like a teenager again,”

“I know what you mean,” Her excitement was infectious.

“I have to ask,” She swallowed a chunk of cookie crumble, “What on earth were you thinking when you decided to eat a stapler?”

Jason groaned, “Why did Thalia tell you that? She swore she wouldn’t tell anyone and if asked I would say I fell off my bike or something.”

Zoe giggled, “Come on, spill.”

“Okay, first of all I was two,” He sighed, embarrassment heating his cheeks, “And it was shiny, and it made a cool clicking noise, and I wanted to know what it tasted like.”

“I can just picture a little Jason crawling onto the kitchen counter and trying to bite down on a stapler.” She teased.

“Yes well now I have this scar,” He pointed to his upper lip, rolling his eyes.

“Battle scars. Very worthy.”

He shoved at her shoulder lightly and they dissolved into laughter once more.

It was almost midnight by the time he had dropped her off at home and stepped into his apartment. He looked at his phone to see a couple work messages, and something from Hazel– things he could reply to in the morning he decided, tugging off his tie and discarding his clothes as he walked to his room. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow, his phone still glaringly bright and open on the chat with his sister.

You were right. We’re going on a second date.

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streetknown-archive · 4 years

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a playlist for Vera “V” Veronika, a Night City Legend

false alarm, the weeknd She always leaves the man she loves / But the diamonds are forever / She always seems to be alone / But the diamonds make it better / She gets off all the time / It's a dark philosophy / And it haunts her constantly

bloodymoney, poppy I know what it feels like / To have my soul sucked out of my body / I finally know what it feels like / To be dead / Your soul can't be saved for all the sins you've ignored / And the devil is well aware he is adored / Never forget the excess of a man / Because the grabbing hands always grab what they can

boss bitch, doja cat Said, I took it and I ran for it / I won it then I stand on it / Money on the floor when we dance on it / Bitch, I'm a boss / I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss

kookseverywhere!!!, awolnation And I cried, and I cried 'cause I still love you the most / Their eyes are all around me, now shes lookin' at a ghost / Their eyes are all around me, now they see me, now they don't / I cried, and I cried cause I still love you the most / Their eyes are all around me / Gold blood, cold blood

kill of the night, gin wigmore The street's a liar / I'm gonna lure you into the dark / My cold desire / To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart / The danger is I'm dangerous / And I might just tear you apart

therefore i am, billie eilish Stop, what the hell are you talking about? Ha / Get my pretty name outta your mouth / We are not the same with or without / Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel / Top of the world, but your world isn't real / Your world's an ideal

blinding lights, the weeknd Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe / I'm running out of time / 'Cause I can see the sun light up the sky / So I hit the road in overdrive, baby, oh / The city's cold and empty / No one's around to judge me / I can't see clearly when you're gone

flicker, lorde ft. kanye west This is the start of how it all ever ends / They used to shout my name, now they whisper it / I'm speeding up and this is the / Red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart / We rip the start, the colors disappear / I never watch the stars there's so much down here / So I just try to keep up with them

demons, hayley kiyoko I feel like I can't breathe / I feel like I can't sleep / How did I not see? / I'm unwell / Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head

been good to know ya, marcin przybyłowicz the end of V

#there's no proper order here i just slapped songs i already knew into a playlist lmfao #( &. the fool [ MUSINGS ]. )#( &. music. )

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gnoodle-studios · 4 years

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The Grim - Chapter 6

Sorry for the wait on this one y’all - better late than never?

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It wasn't a bad field, as far as fields go. Of course, the demon didn’t have much to compare it against. The sky stretched across… well… the sky, making the world feel open and un-cramped like the afterlife never did.

(The demon had many strong suits. Describing things was not one of them.)

Looking around, the demon tried to decide which citizen of the After he should try to track down first. It might work better to go after the hellhound, to help find the running soul.

The Headache buzzed angrily on the outside of his consciousness.

Of course, he thought cautiously, in much the same way a person would attempt to placate a growling dog, he had the materials to track down the soul himself. And his boss would care more about that?

The Headache subsided.

He sighed in relief. Then again, a few moments later, in exasperation.

Taking orders from a Headache. Fantastic.

Either way, he supposed he should get started on tracking down the poor sap that had caught the After’s ire. However, breaking a deal like that so spectacularly demonstrated a certain amount of willful ignorance. The babblings of some soul in the After began to replay through his head. “Natural selection”, was it?

The demon looked down at himself. He should probably make an effort to look… less obtrusive. Humans certainly could be about his height but it was fairly rare, and most definitely did not include horns and glowing, blood-red eyes.

Some complicated magic later, and a man walked out of the field. He was taller than most, curly copper hair just barely reaching his eyes. He was dressed as a traveler, a rough tunic, and thick breeches. He didn’t carry any kind of bag, which was fairly unusual for people walking along the road, but not completely foreign. An outside observer might say he had the air of a man looking for something. Not in a particularly urgent way, the one you might search for a diamond ring you dropped in tall grass, but a more relaxed, exhausted way, the way you might look for a bill you did not particularly want to pay, but need to nonetheless.

And if he walked a bit unsteadily, like he was used to craggy, uneven surfaces rather than smooth paths, and his eyes were a very red shade of brown, well, nobody cared to mention it.

The Headache continued to cooperate, more or less, as the demon stalked its way along the path, following a somewhat stale trail. He mostly tried to keep to himself, avoiding looking around, or up, or anywhere that wasn’t his feet or the vague lines leading him to the escaped soul.

Tried being the operative word.

He had to keep dragging his thoughts back onto the mission at hand, and away from more traitorous ones, such as ‘when was the last time I got a vacation?’ and ‘I can breathe here’.

It wasn’t his fault everything was so… bright. And not bright in the way that the afterlife was, with fire and lava casting scary shadows on everything around them. Here the light seemed free to just… exist. And everything was so colorful! Green on the things he vaguely remembers as plants and trees, blue in the sky and water, but both of those were subject to change at a moment’s notice. Yellow and Purple and pink in flowers along the side of the road and sometimes birds and other animals that wove in and out of view.

All of this to say, he was very much not paying attention to where he was going when he literally ran into a group of traveling humans.

The demon took a moment to right himself before studying the travelers. There were two men and a woman, all of whom were dressed in clothing practical for walking, but with enough embellishments and accessories that one of the men faintly jingled as he walked.

The woman let out a laugh, apparently directed at the man the demon had gone crashing into.

“Honestly, George, you walk like you have two left feet!”

The man that the demon had walked into, (George?) rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, wasn’t watching where I was going. I can get distracted easily.”

The demon opened his mouth, presumably to make some kind of remark about humans being clumsy idiots, but the Headache once again made itself known, buzzing distantly at his temples.

“My fault, I’m sure,” the demon tries hesitantly.

The Headache recedes, slightly.

“No worries. Nice to meet you, I suppose! I’m George, that’s Felice and that’s Mike.” George points to his male and female traveling companion in turn.

He nods, not trusting the Headache to agree with his immediate response.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” the woman, Felice asks wryly.

A shrug.

Mike looks up at the sky. “It’s getting dark. I know we just met, traveler, but you should camp with us for the night. You don’t look very prepared.”

He can manage just fine on his own. And he has a target to go after. The sooner he finds the escaped soul, the sooner he can go looking for the hellhound. Not to mention, any long period of time spent around humans doesn’t particularly sound like his idea of ‘fun’. (Not that demons have any.)

The demon shakes his head.

The Headache disagrees, strongly.

The demon nods.

“Fantastic! Help us set up our camp and we can share some food.”

Bemused, the demon helps the travelers set up a couple of tents (unnecessarily complicated and confusing. Why do humans feel the need to make their own lives so difficult?), lay out some bedrolls (unneeded, at least on his part), and start a fire (“Wow, you’re good at that!”).

As soon as there’s a sizable campfire roaring away, night has fallen, and the travelers have set some food to cook over the fire. Everyone is seated around the fire on logs dragged from the forest.

The demon vaguely remembers stories told by some souls in the afterlife, about journeys and friends and bonding and laughing around campfires.

(There’s suddenly an ache in his chest he can’t attribute to the Headache.)

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t have one,” answers the demon, truthfully.

The woman glances at him sideways before shrugging. “Fair enough. We see a fair amount of people looking to lose themselves and find someone else.”

“So what is it for you?” George asks.

“What?”

“Are you looking for something or running?”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.” Do all humans speak in code, without any regard for coherence?

“Everyone out here is either running away from someone or somewhere, or looking for something. Which are you?”

The Headache cuts off the ‘none of your business’ on the tip of his tongue.

“Looking,” he tries carefully.

“Not so sure about that one, are you?” Felice asks. She does not seem to be looking for an answer from him, despite the fact that it was framed as a question. Why is human communication so hells-damned complicated?

“Looks like a runner to me,” Mike adds. “But hasn’t realized it yet.”

“I feel like I would know if I were running from something,” says the demon warily. A duller, separate headache, blissfully free of the malicious sentience of the capital ‘H’ one starts in the back of his head.

He suspects this one is entirely related to having to deal with people of the ‘human’ persuasion.

Hopefully, as soon as he gets out of this stupid camp he won’t have to deal with any more of them.

Oh hello, Headache, how I did not miss you.

While his consciousness has been under attack, the humans have still been talking.

“It can be hard to admit you aren’t happy in your life or situation, but there aren’t often other reasons people take to the road with only the clothes on their back. You need to find what makes you happy.”

“I’m never happy.”

Demons don’t get to be happy.

(Do they?)

Felice gives a decisive nod.

“There’s your problem then.”

Huh. Maybe the whole ‘humanity’ thing has something to it after all.

#the grim #gnoodle writes #short story #my dumbass creations #writeblr #??#never know what to tag this

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ahatintimestorybook · 4 years

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A Royal Problem Chap.1- Subcon We Have a Problem

So last week while I was at the pool I came up with another AU idea called A Royal Pain AU. Soon enough this little AU idea grew into a big idea and I loved it so much I started writing it! So here it is!

Enjoy!!

Hat Kid panted as she was teleported back to her ship with the Time Pieces in her hands. She went through a bit of a struggle with them thanks to a certain cat who had her collect the Time Pieces and handed them to her. Luckily, she was able to get them back despite the risk that she was about to be blasted away by missiles and chased by cats who planned to have her head on a silver platter.

Now safe on her ship, Hat Kid removed the Nyakuza mask from her face and went back into her regular clothes consisting of a big purple shirt, yellow cape, white pants, brown boots, and her signature purple and yellow top hat.

Hat Kid opened her safe and threw the Time Pieces in. “There!” Hat Kid sighed brushing her hands. “Now that’s over! I can finally spend time on the planet.”

After everything that happened with Mustache Girl and the Time Pieces, Hat Kid did go back home, but because she loved the planet so much, she begged if she could live there. It took some convincing, but the people of her planet agreed and she headed back. Glad she did as she found out there were a few more Time Pieces missing, and she had to collect them before someone decided to use them for their own deeds like Mustache Girl did.

Hat Kid looked around the planet via her telescope to see where on the planet she would go. She could visit her BFF in Subcon, or find Mu in Mafia Town, maybe take a small break at Alpine Skyline. There were so many places to go on this planet.

Soon she saw something glistened in Subcon. “Huh?” Hat Kid wondered. She saw from her telescope a Time Piece was in Subcon. “H-how?” She asked herself. Hat Kid thought she grabbed all the Time Pieces in the area. How was there one more?

Hat Kid sighed. She had to go back to Subcon and grab that Time Piece. She knew if Snatcher or any of the Subcon inhabitants would touch it. She paused shuddering at the thought of a certain ice witch taking hold of the Time Piece would be bad news. Soon Hat Kid set her destination to Subcon and teleports from her room to the forest.

When Hat Kid landed in Subcon, the atmosphere was different. For example one of the trees was coated in ice and snow while the other was burning. Hat Kid gulped and walked around the half ice half fire Subcon Forest.

She wondered what was going on as no Dwellers or Subconites were in the area. “Hello! Snatcher!” Hat Kid called out. “Snatcher! Anyone!” The young child called out again. Sadly no answer from anyone in the forest. It worried her about what had happened here while she was gone in the Metro. A gulp came from Hat Kid’s throat as she looked around for anyone in Subcon that would explain to her what’s going on.

Soon Hat Kid heard something rustle from behind her. She squeaked and turned around seeing no one in sight. “Snatcher is that you?” She asked. Whoever made that noise didn’t respond to her question. “I-If you're trying to scare me. T-Then it's not funny!” She whimpered.

Hat Kid wasn’t really scared of Subcon or Snatcher, which surprised the latter since anyone, especially kids, would go running from the sight of Snatcher. The only thing in Subcon that frightened her was queen ice witch, who just thinking about her made the young child shiver.

The rustling happened again and Hat Kid yelped jumping and falling on her bottom. She saw the one following her was a Subconite. “Newbie? What are you doing here?” They asked.

Hat Kid sighed seeing it was a Subconite following her, and no one else. “I heard a Time Piece was in the area, so I had to come here and grab it before anyone else does.” Hat Kid explained.

“Now! At a time like this?” The Subconite exclaimed.

“Why?” Hat Kid asked.

The Subconite sighed. “This is the time the boss and the ice queen go head to head in a fight. Like always, the boss wins every year, but this year's battle.” The Subconite paused, shaking his head. “It’s tense! The first time it happened in years.” They explained.

Hat Kid then realized why the forest had flames and ice all over it. However, she also knew this was a bad idea if Snatcher and Vanessa are currently fighting and a Time Piece is in the area she knew the worst case scenario can and possibly will happen.

“W-well where are they fighting?” Hat Kid asked.

Near the manor, Queen Vanessa looked around for Snatcher. The two have been fighting for quite awhile and now they’re back where they started. “Where are you hiding my prince?” She asked.

Snatcher was hiding behind one of the trees as he waited for Vanessa to come closer so he could strike her with his attacks. “Just a little closer.” Snatcher whispered. He started to ignite the flames with his claws as he waited on Vanessa for a few more steps and soon he then strikes the former queen with blue fire balls.

The queen screamed when one of the fireballs gazed at her. She growled and soon started to launch ice towards her former prince. Snatcher flew and missed the ice attacks before trying to use his blue potions to stop her.

Vanessa used her ice to shield herself from the blue potions as they hit the ice. Soon afterwards the ice melted leaving a puddle of the blue potion and melted ice on the ground. Vanessa growled and tried to blast Snatcher with more ice, but the ghost was fast and missed the attack

Almost too fast.

Snatcher was about to miss again, but soon collapsed on the snow. He saw that his tail or leg? Was caught in some ice. He struggled to get out, but he was stuck.

Vanessa chuckled as she made her way towards her prince. “Oh my prince. Why do we have to fight? Let’s just be together forever.” She said making her way towards Snatcher.

Snatcher struggled to get out of the ice, and was scared that his former ex was walking near him. “Never.” He growled as he struggled to free himself.

Vanessa giggled as she got closer to her former prince. She lifted his face and put it close to hers. The soul stealing ghost gulped seeing his former ex right in front of them.

“Now now my prince. That’s really rude to say something awful about your princess.” She mocked. Vanessa pulled Snatcher close to her hoping to give him a kiss.

Snatcher struggled to break himself free from the ice not wanting his former princess’s lips on his face. Snatcher and Vanessa heard a crack and turned towards the ice that trapped the soul snatcher.

Snatcher chuckled and tried wagging his ghost tail as the ice cracked and soon he was free. Snatcher pushed Vanessa away from him and was ready to finish the battle. He released his beam attack.

Vanessa retaliated with an ice beam attack and soon the two attacks were pushing one another to see which one was stronger and would defeat which ghostly ruler. Soon they both used all their energy on their attacks, but their attacks stayed in the middle like it's something else.

A crack was heard before a loud shatter and everything froze.

Hat Kid tripped as she made it to where the fight was happening. She saw the trail leading up to the manor was...quiet. Snatcher and Queen Vanessa were not found, just a quiet blanket of snow.

“Snatcher!” Hat Kid called out. Her voice echoing around Subcon. Hat Kid gulped and slowly walked around the snow hoping to find her BFF as well as being cautious around a certain ice queen. As she was walking she saw something familiar stick out of the ground.

Hat Kid kneel down and brushed the snow off the item and saw it was the top or at least the base of the Time Piece. Hat Kid grabbed it from the snow and her mouth dropped seeing how much damage this Time Piece went through.

The entire Time Piece was destroyed and the top or bottom of the Time Piece was the only thing left standing. Hat Kid groaned knowing the worst case scenario did happen: The Time Piece was in the area where Snatcher and his ex were fighting and it got destroyed and badly too.

Now the main problem, where did the two go so Hat Kid could find them before they end up fighting in another time period or worse!

Hat Kid soon heard a groan next to her. She turned and saw a little boy younger than her wearing a red and purple prince’s outfit passed out in the snow. Hat Kid put the Time Piece part away and went over to the little boy.

“Are you okay?” Hat Kid asked. The boy didn’t respond; he was knocked out badly. Hat Kid didn’t want to leave the little boy alone in Subcon especially near Vanessa’s manor. She picked up the young boy and was ready to teleport before hearing a whimper.

Hat Kid turned and saw something green sticking out from the snow and ran towards it. There she saw a little girl around the same age as the boy wearing a green dress. Hat Kid was confused why two little kids were here, passed out in the snow?

Were they lost and ended up caught in the fight?

Did the Time Piece send them here when it broke?

Hat Kid thought of so many questions for where and how these kids came, but as much as she wanted to think about it she forgot she’s in a danger zone.

Quickly, she grabbed the young girl with her other hand and teleport back to her ship and landed in her room. She laid the two kids down on her bed and sighed. “Who are you two?” She asked.

Hat Kid looked closely at the two kids and saw they were familiar. She looked at the young boy and his prince outfit and recognized it somewhere. Same with the little girl’s dress it was green and saw the patterns on the dress. Dark green diamonds.

Hat Kid quickly went to her bookshelf and went through the books she collected when she traveled through the Time Rifts. “There.” She said as she grabbed a black book.

The book was about Queen Vanessa and how she and Snatcher became the creatures they are today. When Hat Kid turned the first page her eyes widen. She looked back at the sleeping kids and back at the book.

“Oh Peck.” She whispered.

These kids weren’t ordinary lost kids. These kids were Snatcher and Vanessa!

#ahit au #a hat in time #a hat in time au #A Royal Problem AU #Hat Kid #Subconite #Snatcher #ahit the Prince #Queen Vanessa

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junionigiri · 5 years

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Just Another Secretary Story - Chapter 1 - For the first time in nine years

Summary: Todoroki Shouto is the young hotshot executive of Endeavor, Inc, talented in many ways but clueless in plenty of aspects outside of work. Uraraka Ochako is his reliable secretary for the past nine years--driven, hardworking, never complaining, a perfect subordinate who does all of his bidding without question. They have a perfect, harmonious relationship together-- that is, until the night Secretary Uraraka tells him, "I'd like to quit my job."

Rating: T

[for safri -- happy birthday! I know it’s been a while since I wrote something so I might be rusty, but I sure hope you still enjoy this.]

Secretary Uraraka Ochako, 29 years old, single, finds herself at the home of award-winning actress Yaoyorozu Momo. She has a bouquet of yellow roses in her arms and a smile that tries its best to deny her pollen allergies.

It’s not the best place in the world, but this isn’t the worst thing she’s had to do all week.

Yaomomo, as her fans and stans have affectionately named her, gives her that award-winning smile and a curious tilt of the head. “Uraraka-san! What a pleasant surprise! What brings you here all across town? And all by yourself?”

Ochako gives her the sunniest smile she can muster as the actress relieves her of the armful of allergens, thanking all the gods that she hasn’t sneezed her soul out all over the celebrity. “Director Todoroki is otherwise occupied at the moment. However, he did not want to miss the opportunity to be the first to greet you on your recent best actress nomination, so he sent me here for a visit.”

“Is that so?” Momo regards the bouquet with grace, slender fingers picking up the greeting card within it. “And this is from Shouto too, I suppose.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ochako says, as Momo reads the message within the card. You are a beautiful person inside out. Congratulations. S.T. A very personal message, one that Ochako had deliberated upon and hand-wrote carefully on the ride to the agency.

“That’s sweet of you,” Momo says with a serene smile. Putting down the bouquet next to her, she looks at Ochako with a knowing raise of one perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “You have something else to say.”

Ochako exhales slowly and gives an executive sort of nod. “Yes, ma’am. Unfortunately.”

She pauses to give the actress a moment to brace herself, yet Momo seems more than prepared for this moment as she only motions for her to continue. Well, if she is that prepared, at least they won’t be wasting any more time. Without the smile wavering from her face, Ochako announces, “While it pains him to do so, Director Todoroki would like to inform you that he cannot see you anymore. He wishes you all the best in your future aspirations.”

She says all of this in a polite, even tone, akin to how one would give a performance report at a business meeting. Funnily enough, Momo listens to her as if she were in the same meeting too--merely an executive at the other end of the table, keeping her composure despite news of her investments dropping in value.

“Is that so,” Momo says after a beat of silence. Inhaling quietly, no doubt counting one to ten in her head, she shakes her head and gives another smile, albeit a pained one. Yet, too graceful than the situation deserved. “Thank you for going all this way to tell me this, Uraraka-san.”

This isn’t the first time Ochako had to do this. After all, it has been exactly thirty days since Yaomomo and Todoroki Shouto, the young Executive Director of Endeavor Inc., started officially dating. Thirty days of going out in formal events and stuffy parties, smiling politely for the cameras and answering insipid questions about their relationship for the magazines, dealing with paparazzi and the unsavory showbiz rumor mill.

It has also been thirty days of Director Todoroki subtly pushing Momo’s hands off of his arm as soon as the cameras are away, and thirty days of Ochako buying the actress jewelry on behalf of her boss and his credit card to keep her happy.

Ochako came prepared for the worst. She’d had to deal with meltdowns and insults and threats to her employer’s good name. All things considered, Yaoyorozu Momo simply removing the 18-karat white gold diamond encrusted necklace that Director Todoroki gave her during the last awards ceremony is one of the most elegant ways to handle rejection that Ochako has ever seen.

“All in all, I expected this,” the actress tells her in a careful tone. “It must have been a bad sign that it was our fathers who pushed us into this relationship. I wonder if I could have done more to keep him interested, though.”

Dammit, she’s too good for this. Ochako finds herself wondering if she could have done more to convince Director Todoroki to think about this further. Then again, it isn’t worth the argument. Her boss has always insisted that relationships are a distraction from his work, and simply an inefficient way to spend his time.

Ochako smiles at her, sincerely this time. “Yaoyorozu-san, it isn’t you. Simply put, he’s a brat. You gave him more patience than he deserved.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that about your boss,” Momo says, with a laugh. “Still, I wondered if I gave it enough time, I could have melted that icy barrier he seems to always have around him, Uraraka-san.”

“Maybe,” Ochako says, probably much more honest than what is appropriate, “but take it from someone who’s had to work for him for as long as I have. You really don’t want to see past his ‘cool exterior’.”

Director Todoroki is famous for more than just his intelligence, finesse, and keen business sense. His icy exterior, paired with that beautiful face, gets a lot of people hoping to be the one to melt it. It seems that not even Yaomomo is immune to that sort of fantasy. Yet Ochako knows that behind that pretty face is a twenty-nine year old child who’d probably die immediately once left alone. Whether it’s through a traffic accident from seeing a cat in the streets, malnutrition from eating nothing but cold soba, or dying simply to spite his father.

The Director is blissfully unaware of his inability to function like a sensible adult, however (case in point, this situation right here). Ochako’s full time job doesn’t even give her the luxury to pretend like he is.

Momo gives an affirmative sound. Her hand cups the contour of her perfectly symmetrical face in interest. “That’s right. You’ve been his secretary for… five years?”

“Nine years,” Ochako answers, suppressing a sigh. “Yaoyorozu-san, you are easily my favorite among all the people he’s had to date, so I hope you trust me when I say that you dodged a bullet. I worked for him for a long time, and I’ve never ever seen him take anyone seriously. You also know how he gets about people touching him. Plus all he thinks about at any given point in time are one of the three things: work, work, and work, so I don’t think a relationship with him would be good for anyone.”

Well, he also thinks a lot about his snobby cat, Victoria. Oh, and tormenting Ochako with care of said cat.

Momo hums, dark eyes perusing her carefully. “He does seem to only care about work and not much else. But you touch him quite frequently, don’t you, Uraraka-san?”

Ochako blinks once, and shakes her head. “Me? Not at all.”

The actress smiles at her patiently. “But you do. And when we’re together for our dates, he speaks to you more than he does to me.”

Chasing after the absent-minded Director with a lint roller for his suit, frequently readjusting his tie for him, and doing every single one of his biddings don’t count. Ochako laughs awkwardly. “Well, he doesn’t see me as a person, much less a woman. So you don’t have to worry about that.”

It definitely isn’t the first time that Ochako has been accused of having an affair with her boss. She hopes she doesn’t have to defend herself in front of Yaomomo. She’s just sick of all the jealousy for ‘monopolizing’ Director Todoroki’s attention. Ah, if only they knew.

Thankfully, the actress does not pursue the topic any further. “Thank you for your courtesy, Uraraka-san. I wish the same for Shouto… I mean, the Director,” she says, and adds after a thoughtful pause, “... and you. The two of you.”

The knowing smile remains on her mouth. Ochako only returns this with her most professional smile and bids her farewell.

Well, Yaomomo might have meant something entirely different with her words, but with what Ochako is about to do that evening, she could use all the well-wishes she can get.

“At the end of the day, nine years is just nine years,” she mumbles to herself, as she takes a taxi back to the Endeavor Towers at the center of the city.

Director Todoroki Shouto, 29 years old, single, is one of the youngest major executives of Endeavor Inc, one of the biggest conglomerates in Japan. It’s not as impressive as it sounds since he’s also the fourth child of Todoroki Enji, the man who owns it, but he’s earning his rep as much as he can.

He begins a typical productive day waking up in the penthouse of Endeavor Towers. It’s a lot smaller than his own space in the family estate, but it’s only a few floors above where he works all day so it’s pretty convenient. Also, he has total control of the security there and only allows a handful of people in--his bodyguard/chauffeur Shoji, his personal chef Sato, Midoriya (but only if there’s work to be done), and of course, Secretary Uraraka, who is required to be there the moment he wakes up. Having his privacy is great, and not having that annoying old man there makes it a hundred times better.

If he didn’t entrust Victoria in Secretary Uraraka’s care for any reason, the British Shorthair would be gently tapping his face with her royal paw at around six in the morning. He gets up, brush his teeth, and then take a shower infused with vitamins and minerals designed to give him energy. He spends twenty minutes eating breakfast cooked by Sato and dresses up for work afterward.

Having been there since five in the morning, Secretary Uraraka meets him in his dressing room, ready with her choice of his clothing for the day. In that particular morning, she chose midnight blue and grey. “I deemed this appropriate for the conservative group we are meeting today at nine,” she says, tying a Windsor knot around his neck with ease. “We are expecting a long day. Will you take any caffeine today?”

“Ristretto, exactly 2.5 fluid ounces, 87 degrees centigrade, no sugar.”

Uraraka nods, signalling Sato behind them, mouthing demitasse as she is supposed to. “And about Yaoyorozu Momo—“

“Yes, I’m aware of the upcoming Daytime Drama Awards,” he says with a huff. “Best actress and Best Onstage Kiss, right? As well as Best Ensemble Cast for their performance in The Goddess of Creation--”

Uraraka gives him her standard customer service smile. Her eyes flash meaningfully as she says,“That, and her birthday is coming up. Will you give her anything?”

Shouto keeps himself from muttering under his breath. Shit, he almost forgot. “Just the yellow roses. Don’t mention her birthday.”

Just the yellow roses, meaning it’s time to let her go.

Secretary Uraraka blinks, eyes flashing again, but her smile does not waver as she gives a half-bow. “Understood.”

It’s been a month or so since he appeared in public with Yaoyorozu. Endeavor has been pushy about him seeing her, given her looks, talent, and old money background. He would have refused to do it, except that Yaoyorozu was a decent person from University and he didn’t want to make things difficult with her and her own pushy parents.

But she won’t make his work any easier, and she deserved better. He supposes this is an acceptable time to end things amicably. Well, as amicably as a break-up via proxy can get.

They make their way to work down the elevator to the main building, with Uraraka listing their daily agenda from her neat plastic file folder. An array of salarymen and women whose names he can’t quite recall bow to him all the way to his office. When he makes it to his desk with a view of the city, the priority documents are already arranged neatly in front of his seat, 5 cm away from the edge as is his preference.

“All right. Let’s get to work,” Shouto says, twisting his wrists in anticipation.

“Yes, Director.” Uraraka does that polished half-bow again and takes her place beyond the glass doors of his office.

When she leaves, he easily goes into the rhythm of office work. It gets dull from time to time, and when his eyes wander, he sees her with her eyes focused on her desktop computer, no doubt working on the next project proposal.

Efficient, accomplished, no complaints. The sight of someone working hard to keep up with him fills him with determination.

The rest of the day is a whirlwind of activities—an executive meeting with the board, another meeting with the legal office, a teleconference with their associates from India. He only remembers to eat lunch when Uraraka gets back from her assignment at Yaoyorozu’s and reminds him to eat the vegetables that Chef Sato prepared along with his soba. And then it’s more paperwork and meetings, and then evening comes and they both have to rush to a social event.

Shouto goes back to his penthouse, spends about an hour playing with Victoria, grooms himself and changes into a tuxedo. When he’s done, Uraraka meets him at the lobby. She’s garbed in something made of pink chiffon the same shade as her round cheeks, with just enough jewelry to make her look acceptable in this group of socialites without being too overboard.

“The Milan group will be arriving at the M hotel fundraiser in approximately twenty-eight minutes,” Uraraka tells him, her pink-padded fingers flying up to his bow tie in efficient movements.

“Let Midoriya entertain them first. We shouldn’t take too long, though,” Shouto says, as Uraraka straightens out his collar and wipes his shoulders free of any micro-creases that her laser eyes may have detected.

The quiet Shoji takes them to the event after that. The drive takes them twenty-nine minutes instead of twenty due to traffic, probably longer if Uraraka hadn’t navigated them through the side streets. It’s good that she’s there to get them out of the imminent gridlock. He supposed the fact that she commutes daily to work is useful in situations like this.

Eventually they make it to the ostentatious lobby of the hotel, where the equally ostentatious fundraiser is being held. Shouto knows that a famous celebrity photographer called Spiral is auctioning off his photos, and that all proceeds are going to go into educating orphans or something. He supposes he should care more about orphans--orphans are always a good cause to support, even though his last brush with orphans earned him the unsavory title of five pee-pee man--but right now all he is concerned about is that Milan group lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to find them.

And he didn’t mean to steal everyone’s attention away from the auction, but it isn’t his fault that he’s so eye-catching. With his heterochromatic eyes and hair and the scar and all. If it were up to him he’d get rid of the red, scarred half of his body, but then again his most important business partners tend to look for any signs of Todoroki Enji in him, so he can’t do that just yet.

Holding on to his right arm, Uraraka subtly pulls him toward a certain direction away from a flock of women looking his way. “I can see Chief Midoriya over there.”

They begin to approach the mess of green hair at the other end of the ballroom. He seems to be doing a decent job entertaining them with tales about his idol, Governor Yagi (which is the usual Midoriya fare). Or at least, the polite Italians seem to be doing a good job of listening to his impassioned speech.

In any case, when Uraraka clears her throat behind him, Midoriya turns his freckled face and gives them a large, sunny smile. “Oh! And here’s the Director, just in time!”

“Buona sera,” Shouto greets the guests with a smile of his own. “I hope you weren’t waiting for too long,” he says in fluent Italian.

“Not at all,” the leader tells him, and proceeds in various small talk about how they love the city, the food, the women, etcetera. It’s all small talk that he’s able to respond to flawlessly, yet Shouto notices the way they eye Secretary Uraraka at this last part, which gives him pause. One of them says something in Italian about her alluring looks, and asking her candidly if he can get her a drink.

Unfazed, Uraraka merely smiles and tucks a bit of her auburn hair behind her left ear. Somehow the man steps back, takes a good look at Shouto’s stare, and says nothing more.

“If you don’t mind,” Shouto tells them, after adjusting the sudden harshness of his tone, “let’s talk about partnership.”

It can’t exactly be called a business meeting since all of it is informal, yet it’s equally important all the same. As bothersome as socializing is, it’s important to impress investors with more than just numbers and data. All in all It is an easy and straightforward conversation, and Shouto managed to get their confidence in their business partnership without much trouble. After a toast and a round of handshakes, Shouto allows them to have their fill of the rest of the party while he retreats to his own company.

“That went smoothly,” Midoriya tells him with a congratulatory pat on his back. “Congrats on getting them to say yes. They’re notoriously hard to deal with, but also notoriously loyal.”

“Of course,” he replies with a sip of his whisky. Shouto wasn’t expecting any other answer than yes. He knows he’s that good.

“Gotta say, I was a little worried for you back there,” the green-haired Chief says. “You seemed close to losing your temper.”

Shouto gives him a bored stare. “You must be mistaken.”

Midoriya laughs and glances at Secretary Uraraka’s direction. “Maybe I was.”

Oh, speaking of which. “Uraraka, I didn’t know you knew Italian.”

Uraraka gives him a bright smile. “Apart from the types of pasta, I don’t know a word of Italian.”

“But you understood that that person was offering you a drink.” He wouldn’t have minded the flirting in an ordinary setting, but it’s a waste of time in this one. It’s a relief that he didn’t have to deal with it during the conversation.

She shrugs. “It’s obvious he was flirting. Even if I don’t really get what’s going on, all I have to do is this.”

She tucks her hair behind her ear again, much the same way she did before. Shouto wonders what her white sapphire earrings have to do with anything, until Midoriya laughs at her in awe. “Hey, now when did you get married, Uraraka-san?”

There’s a silver band on her ring finger, with obvious fake diamonds on them that she shows off with pride. “Since I won this at company day last year. It’s saved me a lot of trouble in the past.”

“Wow, you’re really ready for everything, aren’t you?” Midoriya says with a dreamy sigh. “No offense to Secretary Hagakure, since she’s pretty great too, but I’m so jealous of the Director for having a secretary like you! You’re like, a whole other level of efficient.”

Of all the things to be jealous of, Midoriya picks his secretary. What then about his skills and unparalleled genius in business? Shouto doesn’t hide his offense at that.

“Oh, don’t worry director, you’re pretty good at that too. No question,” the green-haired executive says with a bright smile. “You’ll be CEO in no time. I’m sure of it.”

It’s mere flattery if it came from anybody else but Midoriya, who has been by his side since business school. He accepts the compliment.

So the night wears on. Shouto poses for a few more pictures, talks to as few people as possible (which is still a lot--politicians, celebrities, models who want his attention and who are good potential business partners), and excuses himself when the threshold for politeness has been reached. Shoji comes to pick him and Uraraka up, and he collapses at the back of the limo feeling pretty pleased with himself.

“That went well,” he tells her as he pulls off the bowtie and allows himself to breathe properly. His voice is a little sore from talking too much, but it’s all worth it in the end.

“Agreed, Director,” Uraraka says with a nod. “You were exceptional in dealing with everyone tonight. I’m sure this will be good for the company.”

“Objectively speaking, yes, I was good.” He really is getting better at talking to people and sealing deals, so he’s proud of himself. “You did well too, Uraraka.”

She gives a cheery smile. “No, I could have done better. As you said, I need more accent training for my English.”

It’s a minor detail, pronouncing ‘business’ as bijiness, but Shouto is a stickler for details and perfection and Uraraka needs to address that problem. Still, if he had to rate her performance tonight it’d be a good solid 98.65%, which is pretty impressive for a high stakes event such as this.

Feeling very generous, he tells her, “Since you did a great job tonight, I can give you one thing you want. Anything at all.”

Uraraka looks up at him in mild surprise. “Anything?”

Shouto nods, even gives her that little smile that women like, for some reason. “Just say the word.”

He wonders how she can make her eyes sparkle like that, when they’re brown like chocolate and there’s only the city lights rushing past them to give her any light. Still, she continues to glow, her pink cheeks lighting up impossibly, pink-padded fingers tapping her chin in excitement.

It’s only out of pure impulse that Shouto said anything like that at all, but there’s a second between one heartbeat and the next when he’s sure he really will give her anything she wants. A new car, a new apartment, a new wardrobe, a better ring for her finger that isn’t as cheap as the one she’s wearing now. Heck, if she asked for it, he’d be willing to even give her a day off. And he’d pay for whatever it is that his secretary wants to do in her spare time. All she has to do is say the word, and--

“I’ve decided,” she says, after a moment. “Director Todoroki,”

Shouto nods, readying his mouth to say done,

“I’d like to quit my job.”

His heart pauses again, for an entirely different reason.

Quit her job? This job? Maybe she has some other job, even though it’s a breach of her contract to work part-time, but that’s the only thing that makes sense.

“I’d like to quit being your secretary,” Uraraka repeats with a patient smile.

The city lights blur behind her head, giving him a quick bout of nausea. An unnamed emotion rises to the back of his throat like bile, irrational and unpleasant, one that he refuses to let win.

“Okay. Done.”

She smiles at him and bows her head. Her hands come up to her chest as she gives another half-bow. “Thank you very much, Director.”

Shouto tries not to show an ounce of hesitation when he asks, “May I ask why you’re quitting?”

“Personal reasons,” she answers easily, and adds nothing more.

It’s nice, brief, and acceptable, just how Shouto likes his answers, but not this situation. For the first time in a long time, he’d like to hear her excuses, apologies, inane reasoning. Anything to make her decision make sense. Anything to make sense of the whirl of unpleasant feelings at the pit of his stomach.

But Uraraka remains silent, eyes staring straight ahead, with no indication of regret or remorse over her words. There’s a smile on her face too, one that’s too relieved for what she has just said.

For the first time in nine years, Shouto wonders if the smile he knows is merely a mask after all.

#bnha fic #todoroki shouto/uraraka ochako #todochako #todoocha #shouchako #my writings #yes it's based on what's wrong with secretary kim #this is what you get when you spend one entire weekend bingewatching

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Melodrama - GureShin Yakuza/Mafia AU (R17+)

◈ Pairing: GureShin ◈ Characters: Hiiragi Shinya, Ichinose Guren, Ferid Bathory, briefly mentioned Kureto and Mahiru ◈ Genre: Mafia/Yakuza AU ◈ Warnings: Angst, Gun Violence, Blood and Gore, Injuries, Stabbing, No Happy Ending, Character Death, (heavily implied) Major Character Death ◈ Word Count: 4032 ◈ Summary:

Killing the host would be a vigilante’s wet dream, Shinya and Guren told each other in the days leading up to embarking to downtown Tokyo. To see his long, silver hair stained red from the blood gushing out of his head—to see his body riddled with bullets upon bullets upon bullets—to see those unsettling, vacant eyes gloss over as the convicting hammer of death cast his filthy soul into hell.

Author’s Notes: Hi, Feli here! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ Surprise, surprise, I am Ouyajuice’s (tumblr // twitter) Secret Santa for the ONS Gift Exchange. I hope you enjoy reading! (And let me know if you’d like for me to continue and take away Guren’s rights.)

Broken champagne glasses reflected more of an internal state than any mirror ever could.

Factions in a modern day guerrilla war against each other in the bustling criminal underground of Tokyo was nothing novel; each day, reports of catastrophic street battles littered the daily news morning, noon, and night; families were torn apart; husbands turned on their wives; sisters killed their brothers—all for some supercilious illusion of power no one would have the fortune of uprooting.

That didn’t stop ambitious rival gangs from trying.

What was to note, however, came from the flaring extravagance of these modern-day gangs calling the messy, gruesome shots in Tokyo day-in and day-out. Lavish philanthropic ballrooms filled to the brim with the most influential names in Japan and overseas—the aroma of escargot and Venetian wine, of freshly popped champagne glasses sensuously mingling with Parisian perfume tinging the chandelier-lit hall an ambient pink. The expensive flatscreen televisions displayed a slideshow of a variety of food and drink choices offered, as well as a growing list of names of some of the attendees.

Though, the true allure didn’t come in the form of luxury kissing the patron’s senses, but from the patrons themselves.

These patrons clad themselves in crystals and gold, largely ignoring the undeniable fact that their bounty came from blood. Only the richest survived, and the rich would continue to get richer if there was enough blood on the floor to wet the bottom of a martini glass.

Within the sea of patrons having a hearty time laughing at some awful dinner party joke and complementing the financial success of the friend, they were about to have their lower ranking yakuza members slaughter in the back of an alley—discard their remains across the underbelly of Tokyo as a cruel scavenger hunt, and wipe out their entire bloodline—were those who sought to level out the playing fields.

With weapons concealed under a dashing dress suit of expensive material and golden Rolex watches, a handsome, handsome pair of men leant against one of the walls furthest from the grand stage at the back of the ballroom, sipping on crispy champagne and engaging in small talk with peers they knew they were tasked to murder in less than fifteen minutes.

A sturdily built man with dark hair carefully combed back into a formal sweep—with just a few strands sticking out to add that spark of charisma so essential to his character—passionately, protectively wrapped an arm around the waist of his fair-haired companion who laughed softly at some horribly told joke one of the women attending the banquet dared to utter in his presence.

He felt the gun securely strapped to the waistband of Shinya’s trousers and had to resist the urge to rip it off of his partner and fire a single round of hot steel between this woman’s eyes.

“Ladies, please, if you keep inflating his ego like that, he’s going to end up leaving me again!” Shinya said with audible amusement, but Guren knew well enough that there was abjectness and fear carefully woven into his words with a solid mask, and he groaned loudly enough for the beautiful man at his side to laugh and lace his fingers through the ones at his side, making a show of how affectionate he wanted to come off to these patrons.

But the crushing squeeze cutting off Guren’s circulation was a far, far, far cry from affectionate. It was hostile. Angry. Terrified. And a reminder to him of the mission they were given from their Boss, Hiiragi Kureto.

“Again?! My goodness, what do you mean again?!” One of the women cried out incredulously, black hair swishing around as he dramatically turned her head between the men before her, the pink Zinfandel dangerously close to splashing over the rim of her glass and staining her hideous white fur scarf.

“Shinya, can we not—”

“Yes! Do you know I saw him sleeping with my sister before I caught her?” Another loud groan followed by a chorus of scandalized gasps and an enraptured laugh. “I admit, my sister was beautiful. Was. But we all know beauty is fleeting and God loathes sinners, cheaters, and nasty fiancée-stealing whores.”

“Oh, is she not alive anymore?”

“No, she betrayed our family. Sold our information to The Brotherhood and tried to run me through with a sword, haha! This guy—” Shinya jerked his thumb backwards with a jovial smile, intentionally catching Guren’s bottom lip and ignored the irritated “ow” that curdled the fabricated atmosphere of amiability. “—still hates me for killing her, but what was I supposed to do? She nearly put a bullet through his pretty little head before I could, so I had to protect the man I love.”

Shinya surveyed the sea of sympathetic nods, bright blue eyes glancing upwards to catch the boiling gleam in his partner’s stormy ones and shot him a satisfied smirk. For some reason or other, knowing that he was admitting to total strangers that he killed his sister– for secondary reasons like protecting his family’s gang, and more importantly for sleeping with his husband-to-be– felt good. He was boasting that he killed her, and these women didn’t think anything out of the ordinary, like murdering your siblings was just daily life (which, for these criminals, it was).

Petty shithead.

“Oh, Mr. Hiiragi, I am truly sorry for the circumstances, but it’s good to see that you and Mr. Ichinose are back on track! Have you sent out the wedding invites yet?” Another woman asked, a curious expression on her face, like she was dying to know of any other juicy conflicts these bright young yakuza are involved with. Before Shinya could open his mouth to indulge the woman in his fair share of gossip and continue throwing Guren under the bus, the crowd of patrons near the front of the stage erupted into delighted screams and deafening laughter at the arrival of the courier of the banquet.

Just as the noise died down, a small beeping from a Bluetooth securely positioned in both men’s ears rang as a signal for them to begin their mission. Guren huffed a short “Let’s go” into Shinya’s hair, meant to appear to the guests as a gentle kiss placed on the side of his beloved’s head.

“We’re finalizing the last few details before we get them printed out. First, I have to hear Guren say he loves me and to make sure my engagement ring wasn’t won in some cheap arcade,” the smaller man laughed, holding up his left hand sporting a lavish diamond ring to the women to emphasize his point and send the joke home.

Oh, he sure is a lady killer, Guren thought with soured levity and a wry snort at the irony.

“For now, you’ll just have to wait for your lucky golden ticket. Until we meet again, my dears! We have some other business to attend to, but I would love to get your opinions on some decoration colours one day soon.” Shinya dismissed himself and his partner from the company of the women, his friendly exterior melting to expose the ruthless assassin borne as his true nature the moment he and Guren distanced themselves from the women.

“Thanks to you, we’re going to ruin this mission,” Guren hissed quietly as he checked his watch for the time and poked his head above the crowd of tipsy patrons for the unmistakable flagrance of their target.

“Will you shut up and search for him? I want to kill him so I can go home and get Kureto off my fucking back. I don’t know why he couldn’t get any of the expendable rookies to stop wasting our supplies on inconsequential turf battles and kill this pretentious asshole instead,” Shinya snapped back, lowering his tone so only the violet-eyed man could hear his heated words of aggravation for the task they were so graciously given.

“Well, if someone wasn’t bitching about my suit before we left the condo I might’ve had time to put in my contacts so I could see—”

“Stop. What you were planning on wearing was so ugly, Guren. I couldn’t let you do that to me—I refused. Why do you even own a yellow suit? Why? Who gave that to you? Who lied to you and said you looked good in something that is just a mustard cum rag?”

Between the tense silence and the muffled laughter from one of the waiters who overheard their conversation, not another word regarding the evening’s earlier mishap was spoken. Shinya didn’t need to see his fiancé’s face to know he was both livid and irrefutably embarrassed, with the flush dusting across his angled cheeks, past the dark circles under his eyes, all the way up to the tips of his ears.

The platinum-haired man snickered to himself as he reached into the holster at his side to unclip the polished Glock. The action brought no attention from any potential onlookers, either too consumed with the fanfare of fancy food, useless chatter, and illicit riches or arrogantly assured the man loading bullets into his gun was not here to ruin their nights.

No, the yakuza’s intended target was a singular foreign man who engraved himself into the merciless gang scene with his nonstop triage of intimidation, torture, slaughter against any and all who stood in his way. How sickening it was for such a monster to host a philanthropic dinner to donate all the proceeds and contributions to abused and neglected children in foster care, knowing damn well that he was responsible for the gruesome deaths of all those children four years ago in the Hyakuya orphanage.

But no charges were ever brought against him; the police were too busy shitting themselves over the very near and dear threat of losing their only source of income if they actually gave those poor children justice.

“Do you see him?”

Squinting and scanning the patrons, Guren suddenly sucked in a breath, nodding firmly in the direction of the buffet table near an “Employees Only” door—most likely a rouse for the crowd and a quick escape plan for the host—and grabbed Shinya’s soft hands to get his attention. He lowered himself to brush his lips against the shell of Shinya’s ear, his warm breath dancing across his skin as he dropped his deep voice to a whisper. “The bastard stuffing his face with those little pastry things? The ones Kureto makes the lower ranks buy for him before a meeting? That’s Ferid. If we don’t kill him here and now, let him escape, then we’re both dead.”

All Shinya gave was a slight nod of acknowledgement, eyes flitting around the grand ballroom for all possible escape exits and any of Ferid’s guards, lest he and Guren fail detrimentally in their attempt. Pushing himself away from his partner already disappearing into the depths of patrons to cover himself, Shinya slowly approached Ferid with the gun loosely connected to his hip and ready to be fired at a moment’s notice. Besides the front archway leading to a magnificent set of dark cedar doors to the brisk night-time air and the “Employees Only” door directly behind Ferid, he noticed no other options of a quick escape for either the egregious host or the rival yakuza.

So either they’re blessed or extremely fucked.

Releasing a shuddering breath of apprehension and exhilaration, Shinya turned his head for merely a second to look for Guren, hoping to see him somewhere nearby as a safety crutch—but he was met with only patrons laughing in distorted greed and corruption. He saw pampered, makeup beaten cheeks; horrible plastic surgery to achieve a youthfulness never once experienced; wicked smiles of deceit and betrayal from other reputable office officials and yakuza bosses surveying the younger, oblivious women and sizing up the young men ready to throw their livelihoods and identities away for a named painted in curdled innocence and false hope of prosperity.

Much like how he and Guren were indoctrinated into this mess.

Just as Ferid came within walking distance—only five or six steps away—Shinya began to feel horribly wrong; a rapidly expanding ball of dread weighing down his stomach as the target came into view, absolutely unaware of the danger closing in on him. His left hand reached behind him in the most inconspicuous movement he was capable of, carefully managing the reactions of the warm bodies pressed around him in case they became privy to the black Glock sparkling under the limelight.

Alas, the thrill of the first bullet would not be used on Ferid.

In the midst of his calculating steps intended to deliver one fatal blast to the base of Ferid’s neck, the silver-haired gang member didn’t realize one of the waiters carrying a tray of champagne glasses had trailed behind him–bubbly liquor in one hand, unsheathed knife in the other. Completely inattentive to the threat of being stabbed, Shinya pulled back the safety on his gun and aimed it at the host’s carefully managed head seconds before he heard glass shatter; held the trigger ready to release and plant a bullet that would make a pink and red Banksy out of their biggest rival’s brains mere seconds before the weight of the world thrust into his side in the form of polished steel from the banquet’s kitchen.

He felt the cold metal of the knife cut into his skin immediately before his body registered that it was wounded, punctured, bleeding over the shiny linoleum tile; He felt the waiter–with excruciatingly uncoordinated movements, indicative of an untrained hired help–attempt to drag the blade through the middle of his body and dissect him on the spot, but this unfortunate young man was either extremely nervous, scared out of his mind to recognize the position the knife drove into Shinya’s agile body would give no purchase, given how it was securely wedged into his gun holster, protecting its wearer from any further life-threatening injuries; or the amount of blood on his hands from the flesh wound kept his grip unstable, continuously sliding off the handle as he tried to pull-pull-pull the knife in a direction counterintuitive to his own body.

The young Hiiragi’s initial reflex was to protect himself, first and foremost. No gap in time sequencing passed between Shinya hurriedly rearing the arm clutching the gun backwards against the waiter’s head, his finger slipping off the bullet, and the deafening sound of a barrel of steep blasting through bone, brain, and connective tissue.

The waiter, already dead, dropped to the ground in an unrecognizable lump of gun powdered flesh, his stunned body gushing and gushing and gushing from the gaping hole in his forehead in time to the panicked screams and thunderous footsteps of the patrons fleeing the building. Some people–frightened by the violence so commonplace in their world of killing off their enemies–ran towards Shinya, perceiving him as the ultimate threat, but didn’t make it far enough before they slipped on the waiter’s blood coating the floor. They fell into the mangled pieces of a man ruled by lies and clamoured backwards, shrieking hysterically and brushing off chunks of warm fat before a bullet silenced them.

And it continued until the mass of attackers waned and Shinya could focus on what the fuck went wrong.

In the chaos that ensued, one of Ferid’s guards–perfectly camouflaged within the crowd–knew he was going to kill him; the guard, who he immediately identified as the waiter that tried concealing his laughter while he angrily whispered to Guren about their plans (despite him no longer having any discernible features, courtesy of Shinya), followed him to protect his boss… his boss, Ferid….

Who used the turmoil of the patrons to escape.

“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck–FUCK!!” He screeched into the empty ballroom, furiously glaring at the dead bodies scattered around him. The knife sticking out of his side became less important than finding Ferid, figuring that he could let it stem the blood long enough for him to make his way to his motorbike and find his target.

But where was Guren?

“Fucking–” A strangled hiss of pain nearly had the man doubling over, however. His entire right side stung worse than flames licking his skin ever could. The blood seeping out of his body incrementally made him nauseous, nearly provoking him to spill his guts onto the little red sea at his feet. Yet he couldn’t–not until Ferid was dead. Not until his gang–his brother’s gang–was out of harm’s way, even for a little while. Not until he was home, safe, wrapped up in Guren’s arms.

Gritting his teeth hard enough to hear them creak beneath the force of his jaws, Shinya wrapped his free arm around his front to cradle himself, pushing the skin underneath the knife up against it to slow the bleeding just enough to refocus on walking–no, limping– to the “Employees Only” door, the one slightly ajar and reeking of death.

Opening the door should have been nerve wracking, but the silence of it was… almost soothing. The red hand print on the handle tipped the yakuza off that he should expect at least another attacker, but all he found behind door number one was his fiancé–bruised and bloodied, like he was just in a nasty brawl with someone; black hair effectively dishevelled and dripping in sweat from exertion and the utter stuffiness of the secret corridor; lips swollen and busted from taking one too many punches; large purple and red marks sure to leave ugly indentations in his skin for weeks to come–with his hands assuredly wrapped around Ferid’s neck, squeezing the last few puffs of air in his lungs before his consciousness gave out.

The foreign boss’s perfectly manicured nails were dyed a horrendous pink from the series of primal scratches wrought again the back of Guren’s palms and his face in his last struggle of survival.

Shinya leant against the wall, transfixed, watching the muscles in his fiancé’s arms strain, flex, relax, and repeat in order to suffocate the rich piece of shit. He stared with something akin to adoration as Guren released the listless body with a hard thump against the cold concrete floor.

Ferid wasn’t dead, not yet. Guren left that job to Shinya to finish.

Approaching his partner with an unreadable expression, he reached for the knife embedded in the smaller male’s side with the intent to pull it out and possibly perform some painful fucking first aid, but he didn’t even manage to wrap his hand around the blade before the sounds of yelling echoed throughout the corridor and a shower of gunfire hailed in the couple’s direction.

During the surprise attack from Ferid’s lackeys rushing in to avenge their boss, Guren tackled Shinya to the floor as a reflexive response to protect him, not registering the loud pained scream as the knife tore against more of his flesh and clattered against the floor on impact.

Even on the ground steadily losing blood, Shinya was a trained killer and expertly fired single rounds into their attackers to give them even a few more minutes of life. He pushed Guren–fumbling on the concrete for his gun–off his body to regain enough stability to continue shooting, and a small sigh of relief escaped him when Guren took a protective stance in front of him to shield his injured body from any other trauma. In a practiced, synchronized tandem, they kept up an unstoppable momentum of firing–reloading–firing–reloading, watching the ragtag team of underlings fall like flies against the cool grey concrete slowly soaking up to a deep red.

But the relief would not last long and events soon spiralled out of control.

The barrage of Ferid’s men stopped after only a few minutes of an intense shootout, the corridor smelling of fresh blood and gunpowder. The only sounds were erratic, strained gulps of air from the handful of grown men dying as their lungs and heart succumbed to their injuries; and the laboured breathing perforating the air around Shinya and Guren, both battered and worn out from the night and their botched mission.

Hard puffs of gasps for air turned into breathless laughs as Guren got to his feet with a groan, cradling his arm, squeezing the flesh around his biceps like a vice. The lighting of the corridor couldn’t mask the prominent hole in Guren’s upper arm the size of a golf ball; couldn’t mask the way his skin rapidly lost its colour; couldn’t mask the blood spurting out of the very clear arterial wound and the tiny singed ring of cloth and flesh around the entry point.

Of everything that’s happened that night, Guren laughing at the injuries were draining his strength was the second-most mortifying sight Shinya had ever seen in his entire life.

The first-most was a bullet traveling at mach speed, piercing straight through Guren’s back and out through his left rib cage, with almost certain accuracy. The man released a startled gurgle and a choked noise of confusion as he stumbled over, face-first into the red-soaked ground. A bone-chilling three seconds of eerie silence was suddenly split wide open by an anguished howl of pain and panicked panting that only told a portion of the damage that single bullet had done to him.

Eyes wide and in horrified disbelief, Shinya’s gaze trailed downwards to the mop of long silver hair whose ends were permanently stained red and stared directly into the eyes of a man who refused to die without taking his assailants with him. He huffed, somehow audible through Guren’s low groaning and dry sobs of torment while the feeling in his body quickly dissipated and the writhing he did on the ground ebbed into sporadic convulsions. Still staring in shell-shocked astonishment, Shinya’s mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish out of water and at the mercy of the target they didn’t kill.

Ferid, baring his teeth in a defiant grin and cackling madly at the critically injured men, pointed his gun at Shinya and mouthed “your turn” before he smashed his bruised finger against the trigger.

And then he smashed his bruised finger against the trigger… against the trigger… against the trigger…

Five, six, ten times, Ferid’s finger pulled and released the trigger in the hopes that something would give, and the jam would fix itself. Yet it did not. The only respite for his suffering the Lord, if he existed, gave to the yakuza boss came in the form of a single bullet, which was quickly returned in kind to him.

Returned in kind to him ten times over, until the barrel of Shinya’s shaking gun was almost emptied into his immobile body. It slipped out of his hand with a loud clamour, and in the back of his mind he should have been wary of the trigger inadvertently going off and striking either him or Guren, but he was at a loss to give thought to much else, not when the cries from behind him weakened with every passing minute.

Trembling—oh, trembling and trembling and hoping to his brightest stars that his worst nightmare wasn’t coming true—Shinya ever so slowly, with the weight of the world crashing into his body like a freight train, turned his torso around to see the uneven breathing of his fiancé lying on the floor, blown open from the back, and eyes swimming in a mixture of fear, agony, cowardice, and determination as they glassed over, almost resembling the bloodied, broken champagne glasses from the banquet in the ballroom over.

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fanfictionsrookie · 5 years

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Pink Diamond as a Dark Souls Boss...

Finished the first illustration in what will be a series.

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The Wilted Princess, Pink Diamond, the youngest of the four Diamonds.

Originally abandoned as an infant in a faraway kingdom that was ceased by Yellow Diamond and taken in by Blue Diamond. Pink Diamond, after receiving her own kingdom, was praised as the kindest Diamond of them all.

Sadly, her reign came to a sudden end when a rebellion, led my Rose Quarts took flame in the kingdom. Rose saw a chance to infiltrate the Diamonds rank and enact the needed change that she thought even Pink couldn't bring about.

After challenging Pink Diamond, a ruler who has been trained in the art of magic and swordsmanship by Blue and Yellow Diamond, Rose Quartz seized the title after Pink's defeat.

The other Diamonds were furious and utterly distraught. And while any person has the right to challenge their Diamond for the title, there was no rule forbidding the Diamonds from usurping one another.

So while Rose was fully prepared to fight, she did not believe that the other Diamonds, would shed any tears for their fallen comrade. A fatal mistake. Yellow Diamond killed Rose Quarts, and the remaining Diamonds came together to kil every person in what was Pink's kingdom.

Despite the confrontation, Rose Quarts, The Shatter's gem, keeping the souls of her fallen opponents as a life source, was lost in the battle.

It would only be 6000 years later that Rose's child, entrusted with her gem, and what remains of the Rebelion, would rise up.

On a journey and facing many opponents they are in search of Pink Diamond's shield and the sword that killed her, to finally defeat the Diamonds and save this dying world.

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Speedpaint

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Mud and muck, some sublime swamps in video games.

The swamp levels are often atmospheric and can prove to be quite a challenge. These levels usually contain poisonous water, dangerous plants, and gross enemies. They tend to be dark and hard to navigate, much like the real life counterpart. So here are some sublime swamps you can find in various video games!

The Bog of the Forgotten – God of War II One of the many locations Kratos ventures through on his quest for revenge. The Bog of the Forgotten opens with a battle against one of the most important people of Kratos’ mortal life, the king of the barbarian and the reason why Kratos swore servitude to the original god of war. After a long brutal battle, he can explore the swamp properly. In order to get into Euryale’s temple, which is located within the swamp, Kratos must navigate through the dense foliage, ruins and poisonous pools to find the key and return to the entrance. This isn’t a long level, but its atmospheric for sure.

Southern Swamp – Majora’s Mask This swamp is home to the Deku people, who are very seclusive and aren’t fond of outsiders. The waters of the swamp have been poisoned by the corrupted woodfall temple. This swamp is home to giant lily pads, large plants, giant octoroks, and a boat ride that circumnavigates the swamp. This swamp can be troublesome to traverse, but can be rewarding, some mask await you here, and a handy potion shop! Now once Woodfall is cleared, the swamp will no longer be toxic, allowing for easier exploration, so that’s good.

Mz. Ruby’s Swamp – Sly Cooper A delightfully evil swamp deep in Haiti, this place is a hive of voodoo and dark evil magic. Jump from island to island, avoid falling into the deadly bog. The clues are well hidden here so make sure to be a curious yet cautious explorer. Look out for traps and the undead hoards that guard the swamp. Of course, giant bugs make their home in these swamps so keep that cane handy. Also be ready for a harrowing chase against a giant snake that really wants you for lunch. Eventually, after conquering all the zones, you can go up against one of the people responsible for the main character’s father’s death.

Boggy Swamp – Jak and Daxter This lovely level in Jak and Daxter is a dangerous one, deadly obstacles and enemies lurk in the murky waters and muddy caves. In this swamp, you got to use yellow eco, which is basically ki energy, to shoot through certain areas. Blue eco is also needed to jump from one segment to another. Its going to take time to complete this level 100%, because some of the collectibles can be a pain to get, all in all this is one of the harder levels in this game.

Deep Darkness – Earthbound A dark swamp maze that must be navigated. The murky depths are full of poisonous enemies, and being in the waters themselves are bad for your health. The deep darkness is impossible to cross without the hawk eye. Crossing the deep darkness will gain access to Tenda Village. Make sure to watch out for sentient piles of puke!

Great Marsh – Pokemon Diamond, Pearl and Platinum The great marsh is Sinnoh’s safari zone, here you have to use bait and rocks to catch rare pokemon if you want to add them to your team. The great marsh is a swampy area with pools of mud and patches of tall thick grass. Being a swamp, it is home to many water and ground type pokemon, such as Wooper or Marill, and is a good place to look for fallen items, be careful though, your on a timer, so make sure you know which part of the zone you want to go to.

Point Lookout – Fallout 3 One of the most memorable dlc for the Fallout series, at least in my opinion, point lookout is a swamp on the coast of Maryland and is home to many oddities. Redneck mutants wander the swamp and are very hostile to outsiders, packs of ghouls wander about, there’s a long forgotten military camp, and an inconspicuous house that is home to an eldritch horror that is beyond human comprehension. An age old rivalry keeps you from leaving just yet as well… Be ready for a lot of fighting, and exploring the swamp in this post nuclear wasteland, but remember, you’re an outsider, and they don’t like outsiders.

Blighttown – Dark Souls Often regarded as the most infamous location in Dark Souls, Blighttown is a poisonous swamp that many players dread visiting. For most players, they will have to descend a rickety series of towers suspended high above the swamp, a misstep can mean death. They will have to make a tricky descent, avoid crazed hollows, fire breathing dogs, club wielding ogres and other awful monsters. Then there’s the base, the actual swamp. A wide-open expanse full of poisonous movement slowing mud, down here even more monsters await as you make your way to the area boss, or the secret area. Very little light enters this swamp, but luckily, a shortcut can be taken to leave. Be on the look out for some important treasures! Just beware, for they may be guarded…

Swamp Fever – Left 4 Dead 2 One of the main campaingns of Left 4 Dead 2 takes place deep in a swamp. Expect hoardes of zombies coated in mud to attack you. Youll have to make your way across boardwalks suspended over the murky waters as you try to reach your destination, a plantation. Beware, for water will slow you down, but not the undead hoard. This is one of the quieter levels in the franchise, as there is a lack of artificial noise such as car alarms, keep your guard up!

Swamp Biome – Minecraft One of the more dangerous surface biomes, the swamps are home to lily pads, trees covered in vines, and the occasional witch hut. Beware of slimes, for they love to spawn here as well. This biome does not have the highest resource value, but holds plenty of mushrooms and clay, make yourself some stew or go look for a cauldron, just be careful out there, especially at night…

Doom’s Mire – Brutal Legend Doom’s mire is a stage and a important historical piece in the music themed world of Brutal Legend. This stage is set in a dreadful swampy area were many lost souls reside. Some time ago, humanity raised a revolution against the demonic beings, but were slaughtered on this very ground. The swamp is dark and murky, the ground almost black and all trees seem to be dead, a very dreary place. This bleak land serves as a multiplayer map as well.

Crocovile Swamp – Spyro: A hero’s Tail. A huge swamp full of deadly pitfalls and foes. Everything here can be dangerous, pools of toxic water, tentacles, and of course the friendly inhabitants. Watch out for the plant life, they love to eat dragons, and your looking mighty tasty. You’ll have to platform through caves, trees, and even a temple that should be explored. Overall, a good swamp level, its colorful and appealing to the theme of a swamp.

Kokari Wilds – Dragon Age Origins One of the first locations of the game and the place where the grey wardens conduct their ritual. These wilds are a swamp like land full of animals and dark spawn. The area isn’t too difficult to navigate and the more swampy sections are mostly aesthetic as opposed to gameplay settings. There lives a powerful witch here as well.

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Woah, I could have never expected this many notes! Thank you! It really made me happy! If you have the time, check out my other list! Ive covered Fire, Water, Forest, Desert, Ice and Jungle levels as well!

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