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Shadows of the Blade Dracule Mihawk x Fem!Reader

How do you spell danger? M-I-H-A-W-K

Some things are kept vague on purpose in this chapter. More to come later.

It's that time again my loves! Who couldn't love this stoic ass man?

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Chapter 3: Here Just scroll a bit.

---------Chapter 4: Hobo bathroom fairies and wise warnings----------

As the sun dipped in the sky, casting long shadows across the deck of the ship, you found yourself lost in a sea of memories, the weight of your past bearing down on you like an anchor dragging you beneath the waves. With each gentle sway of the ship and the rhythmic sound of the waves against the hull, you felt the walls you had carefully built around your heart begin to crumble, the flood of memories threatening to overwhelm you.

Today was a pretty ass day so far. You and the crew hadn't run into anyone. It was more so that your mind wanted to creep on your peace. The reasons why were unknown to you. The past month wasn't even bad. You had even made a new friend and mentor.

Back to the present, you were sitting on the railing of the thousand sunny. The dimmed light of the afternoon offered little warmth. You closed your eyes, trying to shut out the memories that haunted you, but they came rushing back with a vengeance, vivid and unrelenting. Images flashed before your mind's eye like fragments of a shattered mirror, each one a painful reminder of the life you had tried so desperately to leave behind.

You saw yourself as you once were, a skilled and ruthless, your hands stained with the blood of your victims. You remembered the cold, calculating gaze of your former mentors as they trained you in the art of death, their voice a constant echo in the recesses of your mind, driving you ever onward in pursuit of your next target.

But amidst the darkness, there were moments of light, fleeting glimpses of the person you had once been before the shadows consumed you. You remembered the warmth of a smile, the touch of a gentle hand, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls of your childhood home.

Those moments were few and far between, overshadowed by the darkness that threatened to consume you whole. You had spent years trying to escape the shadows of your past, but they followed you like a relentless specter, lurking just beyond the edge of your consciousness, waiting to drag you back into the abyss.

You couldn't even pinpoint WHY you were feeling this way. It would be one thing if this was a day of importance from your previous job. But it wasn't so what was the problem? You squeezed your arms and shifted in your seated position. Maybe these thoughts started again because of your training with Mihawk? He was a stark contrast to your previous coworkers and mentors. You held your face in your hands and sighed.

Fuck your brain hurt.

At this point, fighting Zoro would be easier.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the sound of footsteps approaching until a voice broke through the silence, pulling you back to reality.

"(Y/N), are you alright?"

You blinked, turning to find Sanji standing beside you, his expression filled with concern. Behind him, the rest of the crew had gathered, their faces etched with worry as they watched you closely.

You forced a smile, trying to push aside the memories that threatened to consume you.

"I'm fine," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just lost in thought."

But Sanji wasn't convinced, his gaze searching yours for any sign of the turmoil that raged within you.

"You don't have to hide from us, (Y/N)," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We're here for you, no matter what."

His words struck a chord deep within you, a reminder that you were not alone in your struggle. You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you looked up to find Sanji standing beside you, his eyes filled with understanding.

"We all have our demons, (Y/N)," he said, his voice soft but unwavering. "But you don't have to face them alone."

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth and support of your friend, you felt seen. Sanji went back to fishing. Luffy wandered over scratching his ass and asking what was for dinner. Your captains smile was like a light shining through the darkness that had long consumed you. With help, perhaps you could finally find the strength to confront the shadows of your past and emerge victorious on the other side.

Or maybe not today.

Sanji was over the shit with the food requests today. Nami called over the mast,”Take out?”

“Where from?”

She offered a bright smile,”Where else!”

Ussop broke out some dark shades and tried a few dance moves while Zoro groaned and rolled his eyes.

You and Sanji made eye contact again.

“Baratie’s!!!”

The ride over was very pleasant with calm waters and a gentle breeze. But, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation tinged with apprehension. The memories of your past still lingered in the back of your mind, a constant reminder of the life you had tried so desperately to leave behind.

“(Y/n) let’s get dressed!” Nami called out and you followed her inside to her room. Shuffling through your shared close was typically fun. Nami had a fashion streak that you couldn’t help but admire. Looking through the options, you threw on a flowy pink dress with blue tones. Nami had gotten herself a blue dress with green tones so you two could match!

While docking you couldn’t help but look over all the other ships. One in particular resembled a black coffin. Wait a damn minute-

You hopped off the boat and began to race for the entrance. Luffy, assuming you wanted to get to the table before him, began racing after you.

Bursting in, you were hit with the warm atmosphere and the smell of delicious food wafting through the air. The fishman at the door offered you a smile,” Hello Miss, welcome to Baratie,”….. ….before seeing Luffy. “Oh, welcome back young man. The Chef would like a word with you.”

Luffy grinned and patted your shoulder before racing to the kitchen. You sighed at the kid and turned back at the fishman, “A booth that could fit seven, please.” He nodded and began to lead you towards the table.

Luffy and Sanji caught up with Zeff while you, Nami, Zoro and Usopp held down the table. Usopp’s lying ass ordered four beers and was already three sheets to the win. Zoro’s alcoholic ass was trying to out drink Nami and you realllly needed to use the bathroom. (Aka check out the ship owners.)

Walking through Baratie, you felt safe in the sounds of laughter and chatter. But amidst the hustle and bustle of the busy restaurant, your attention was drawn to a familiar figure standing at the bar, a red-haired man with a jovial smile and a gleam in his eye.

Shanks.

Your heart skipped a beat as you made eye contact with the legendary pirate, his gaze holding a depth of knowledge that sent a shiver down your spine. He knew about your past, about the life you had left behind, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of what he might accidentally reveal.

'Fuck.'

But before you could approach him further, another familiar figure approached, his sleek black hair and piercing yellow eyes unmistakable even in the dim light of the restaurant.

Mihawk.

Your new friend and mentor, The Mihawk.

'FUCK!'

You ducked behind some curtains surrounding the bar. Hopefully eagle eye's over there hadn't spotted you yet. Peaking out you saw the two men nod at each other, one sitting while the other stood. You decided to step closer and listen in.

The tension between the two pirates was palpable as they exchanged terse greetings, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. But beneath the surface, there was a sense of camaraderie, a shared history that bound them together despite their differences.

"So, Mihawk," Shanks said with a grin, leaning casually against the bar. "I hear you've taken a liking to Luffy's new little friend there."

Mihawk's expression remained impassive, but you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes as he glanced in your table's direction.

"She's proven to be quite intriguing," he replied, his voice low and measured. "But I'm not one to be swayed by sentimentality."

Shanks chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he glanced back at your hiding place.

"Ah, but you can't deny that she has a certain charm," he said, his tone teasing. "Perhaps I should have made my move on her sooner."

You felt a blush creep into your cheeks at the implication, the thought of Shanks expressing interest in you both flattering and unnerving. ‘Fucking shaggy ass boozy pirate!’

But before the conversation could continue, a commotion erupted on the other side of the restaurant, drawing everyone's attention.

It was Luffy and Sanji, their arrival met with cheers and applause from the patrons of Baratie. You breathed a sigh of relief as the focus shifted away from you and Mihawk, grateful for the distraction.

‘Thank you old man Zeff!’

Shanks took the noisy opportunity to lean his good arm against the bar, his gaze shifted from you to Mihawk, a curious expression playing across his features.

"So, Hawk eye’s," he began, his tone casual yet probing. "What's your game here? Befriending a former assassin that's 'disappeared'. The lady's been fairly quiet. Is it the bounty on her head? She won't fight a friend."

As he spoke those words, his voice lowered in pitch, taking on a more suggestive tone. There was a mischievous glint in his eye, as if he was enjoying the game of teasing the Mihawk.

He paused for a moment, letting the question hang in the air, before adding, "Or is it a client?"

Mihawk's gaze remained steady, his expression unreadable as he replied, "I have my reasons, Shanks. Reasons that are none of your concern."

Before Shanks could press further, their conversation was interrupted by another burst of energy from the middle of the restaurant.

It was Luffy and Usopp, engaged in a lively dance battle with Sanji and Nami, their movements wild and uninhibited as they twirled and spun across the dance floor. Zoro watched from the sidelines, his expression a mixture of annoyance and amusement as he nursed a drink in hand.

As the chaos unfolded, you stepped out of your hiding spot from within the curtains, but your path was blocked by Luffy, who bumped into Mihawk with a hearty laugh.

"Oops, sorry about that!" Luffy exclaimed, his infectious grin lighting up his face.

Shank’s ratty ass took the opportunity to jump over the bar to hide. ‘Godforbid you face your pupil.’ You rolled your eyes and as the chaos unfolded, you tried to make your way back to the table.

How ironic

Mihawk simply nodded in response, his attention momentarily diverted as he exchanged a few words with the enthusiastic pirate captain. You quickly began to cut through the dance floor trying hard not to run back to the table.

Before you could slip away, Luffy grabbed your hand and Mihawk's, pulling you both into the midst of the dance floor. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the sudden movement, but Mihawk's firm grip steadied you. As he held you close, you felt a surge of electricity run through your spine, causing your heart to race. The warmth of his body and the intensity of his gaze made you forget everything else around you, and you found yourself lost in the embrace of the man in front of you.

As the music swelled around you, you found yourself swept up in the rhythm of the dance, your movements fluid and graceful as you twirled and spun alongside Mihawk. Despite your efforts to maintain a composed exterior, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through your veins, a feeling of freedom and liberation that you hadn't experienced in years.

As the song came to an end, you and Mihawk made your way back to the table, your cheeks flushed and your heart pounding in your chest. Zoro, ever the cheeky one, gestured for you to sit beside Mihawk, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he exchanged knowing glances with Sanji and Usopp.

Your eyes were wide and pleading as they pretended to feign ignorance. You wrote on a napkin ‘Fuck all you hoes!’ and they passed it amongst themselves snickering and giggling which caused Mihawk to shoot you a questioning look.

You tried to hide your flustered state as you shifted in your seat, but Nami's sharp gaze didn't escape your notice. Sensing your discomfort, she excused herself from the table, pulling you aside and into the nearby bathroom.

"What's wrong?" Nami asked, her voice filled with concern as she studied your flushed cheeks and rapid breathing.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal, but Nami's gentle encouragement soon had you opening up about your past and the unexpected turn of events that had led you to Mihawk's side. She breathed out and held your hand for a few moments before turning to look in the mirror.

“When I first joined this crew I lied about my intentions. I was partly honest but I still betrayed everyone to secure their safety.” You held onto the sink feeling bile claw its way up your throat. You knew how seriously Nami took trust and knew you’d lose her if you let this lie continue any further.

“You know what they did to me?”

You shook your head no as you kept your eyes on the sink basin.

“They forgave me.”

Startled, you look up to see her big eyes clear of any judgment or doubt.

“Thank you for being honest with me. Now, you should find a way to be honest with the rest of the crew when you’re ready.”

She embraced you tightly and you returned it with much vigor. After feeling your breathing go back to a normal level she returned to the table to allow you to wash up.

Before Nami could even be gone for five seconds, Shanks peeked out from one of the stalls, a reassuring smile on his face as he listened to your story.

“Hobo of the grandline. Whose drunk ass finds time to pay visits to old friends. Whom do I owe the honor to?”

He shot you a playful glare and smile,”Ah don’t be like that lass. You know I care about you.” You both shared a small hug before his face turned serious.

"Be careful, my dear," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

He tucked a loose strand of your hair back into place and took the opportunity to let his thumb catch your cheek. You paused to wonder if what he mentioned to Mihawk earlier was true. Turning to dry your hands off you offered your thoughts to the redhead, "Of what exactly?" you looked over your shoulder to see he was already climbing out of the bathroom window. He turned back to you with a small smile and something sad but firm within his eyes.

“Keep in mind, eyes in the skies are often sent by those long forgotten.”

With a final nod of encouragement, Shanks disappeared, leaving you feeling both grateful for his support and wary of the dangers that lay ahead. ‘Eyes in the-’ Mihawk. It had to be, who else would it be! You looked out the bathroom window to see Shanks already vanished. "Great." You wanted to scream now with everything going on. Squatting down with your hands in your hair, your brain quickly went over the years you were 'working'. Not that many in particular stood out as candidates and others were long dead.

So, who would send him?

Did this mean your friendship as disingenuous?

And how long did you have before Mihawk would make a move?

You stood from the floor suddenly. An action that you did not give your body time to process as you rewashed your hands and looked into the mirror in the bathroom. Pulling a dagger from your bust you looked at the design of the hilt before putting it back. You'd do whatever it took to stay with and keep your family this time.

As you made your way back to the table, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of your stomach, a reminder that the past was never truly far behind.

---------------------------------------------A little bonus

Returning to the table, you found yourself seated at the bar beside Mihawk, the two of you engaged in conversation as he sipped his drinks. Despite his intimidating exterior, you found yourself drawn to him, his quiet strength and unwavering confidence a comforting presence amidst the chaos of the restaurant. That made for a shit show considering everything that just happened.

Come to think of it, why was Shanks hiding in the women's bathroom of all places like a hobo fairy godmother?

The music was cued to play and the dance floor filled with revelers, you felt a sense of excitement stir within you, a desire to let go of your worries and lose yourself in the rhythm of the music. A gentle brush against your hand caught your attention.

Looking up from your lemonade you tried to find the ticklish source.

With a playful smile, Mihawk extended his hand to you, a silent invitation to join him on the dance floor. With hesitation, you took his hand, he led the two of you outside. Not too far away from the band but enough to be alone with you properly. You tried to stop the shaking in your footsteps. You really did not want to return to the person you used to be. All those years of hard work for nothing.

But you also felt a cold sweat break out on the back of your neck knowing that a younger you would’ve slit the captain's throat and slipped him under the wood planks before anyone noticed you were gone.

Mihawk turned to you, breaking your thoughts as you offered him a sweet smile. “May I have this dance Ms.(Y/n)?” Ever the gentleman, he did not move until you vocalized your response. “Yes sir, you may,” and you began to softly sway together in perfect harmony as the rest of the world faded away.

For a moment, all that mattered was the music and the feel of Mihawk's hand in yours, a fleeting glimpse of happiness amidst the uncertainty of the future. You leaned your head on his chest and you could feel his body stipend for a moment.

A gruff voice cut out into the air.

“Well what do we have here?”

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I feel like Sanji could throw it in a circle. What y'all think?

I hope all that cake doesn't go to waste.

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circusmania · 20 days

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SIN Chapter 10

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫

Notes: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

⚠️ So, so much descriptive gore ⚠️

♡

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I have yet to discuss it with Judy, Marcus always seems to be right next to me. Judy told me that it was already risky for us to be seen together. I don't exactly understand, but soon, I won't need to.

I'll need a distraction, something that will take Marcus's eyes off us. I thought of maybe food poisoning him or giving him sleeping pills stuffed into his food… But if you really take the time to notice, Marcus never eats. Never once did I see him put anything in his mouth… So, I came up with something else.

The old church that burned down a few weeks ago. No doubt that it had something to do with Marcus.

Perhaps with the intent of getting rid of a certain someone that was standing in his way. I'm sure he'd be quite intrigued to know that there's been some “activity” at the church…

I raced through the streets and barged into the school.

“Marcus! Judy! Vanessa! Omar! You'll never guess what I saw!”

They were standing in a group near the cafeteria, Vanessa was showing them the new pocketknife she had gotten. Marcus came up to me.

“What is it?” He asked me in a soft, worried voice.

“You know that church that burned down?” Everyone nodded in unison except Marcus, who was slower.

“As I was passing it this morning, I thought I saw movement inside. At first, I thought it was only an animal or a firefighter but…” I leaned in as if I was about to spill a secret. “It was the priest.”

I watch everyone tense.

“He was all dirty and covered in ash. He also kept saying crazy stuff while grabbing me and shaking me. Ugh… I ran away as fast as I could.” I finished.

For a few seconds, it was quiet… Judy sneaked a glance at Marcus, which I would've missed if I wasn't looking for it.

“That's… quite the news…” Marcus says slowly.

“Are you sure it was the priest and not some hobo?” Omar asked.

“Yeah, he had the robe and everything.”

“Still doesn't prove it was him.” Omar continued.

I raise an eyebrow. “I remember how he looked like cause a few days ago he gave me a pam-”

Crack

I look over at Marcus, who has broken his pencil in half. There was a tense moment where he stared off into space before he snapped back.

“Ah, sorry…” He turned his head to me. “Don't worry about it, love. As Omar said, it could've just been a creep dressed up as a priest. There are some… pretty sick people these days.”

I bit my lip and nodded.

I failed. Not only that, but I was so sure I had gotten Marcus too… I internally curse myself as the bell rings.

I sigh, walking to my class with Judy and Marcus. We walked a bit before Judy leaned into me.

“He's not following.”

I turned back, and Marcus was gone. It had worked! He must've left to go check. I sigh and motion Judy into an empty classroom… the art room.

I close the door behind me and look at Judy. Tears started to form.

“Judy… I… oh god, I don't know how to word this…” She came closer and held my hands.

“I'm going to kill you.”

I wait for any emotions to cross Judy's face. Anger, disgust, sadness, terrified… but she remained with a smile. I opened my mouth to explain, but she didn't let me.

“No time to explain. Marcus will be back soon, do you have a cover story once you kill me?” Judy asks and I nod.

She nodded back, walked over to one of the tables and picked up a pair of scissors. She then broke it, so only one of the blades was sticking out.

She walked over to me and pulled out her hand.

“I… I don't think I can do it…”

“You have to. I can't be the one to end this.” She took my hands in hers and pointed the blade toward her neck. I can't help but start to cry.

Her hands moved quickly, and before I knew it, the blade was lodged in her throat. She started to choke and cough as blood spewed out of her mouth. I tried to jerk my hand away, but she wouldn't let me. She fell, and I fell on top of her, which made the blade go in deeper.

She struggled and… I couldn't stand seeing her suffer so much for freedom. Rage took over as her hands left mine, I took the blade and kept plunging it into her throat.

She had stopped living seconds ago, but I couldn't stop the act. Marcus was watching… I could feel his eyes bore in the back of my head.

I took out the blade, breathing heavily, as I saw the hole I had created in her throat. Bloodstained everything. I got up, sighed and turned around.

“Marcus!” I dropped the blade. “I… I didn't think you'd be back…” He walked over to me and I swallowed anything that was pulling me back.

“I-I… I had to do it! Please don't be mad… She was in the way… The way she kept attaching herself to me… L-like a leach! I-I did it for us-”

Marcus suddenly kissed me and… well, I tried not to gag as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. He broke the kiss and bent down to pick up the blade from the floor.

“Now, we both did it.” He says.

I force a smile. He approached the corpse and looked at her.

“How…how are we going to tell the police? Both of our fingerprints are on the weapon.”

He chuckled.

“I'll take care of it.”

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It all happened so fast… Marcus, Omar, Vanessa and I were all standing outside, watching the paramedics loading Judy's body into a body bag.

At first, I couldn't believe that the police bought Marcus's explanation of “self-defence”. But, then I remembered that nothing here is… real.

I looked over at Vanessa who was crying hard, Judy was her best friend… and I could use that against her. It didn't take long for her to run back inside the school to fix herself.

“I'm going to go check up on her.” I turned to Marcus.

He seemed hesitant. “Stay here with Omar, please.” He nodded and I went after her.

I walked through the halls and stood in front of the girl's bathroom. I frowned and went inside. I could hear Vanessa's sobs echo. My footsteps alerted her as she spared me a glance, not questioning what I was doing in here.

“Vanessa… I'm so sorry…” She didn't say anything.

“I…”

“Could you get the tissues from my purse?” She gestured to the bag on the floor.

I nodded and dug through it. I wasn't looking for tissues.

I found her pocket knife, though small, it did the job.

I carefully went behind her as she was still a sobbing mess and slouched over the dripping sink. I raised the knife, prepared to plunge it into her back, but I forgot one key detail.

The mirror.

Vanessa swung back, knocking my hand, which caused the pocketknife to fly out of my hand. Vanessa, since she was smaller and quicker than me, managed to get by me and pick up the pocket knife.

She pointed it at me, her hand was shaking. I put my hands up, however, I knew she didn't have what it takes to stab me. Unlike Judy, Vanessa's mind is more broken than vengeful. She would fold at the slightest insult.

“What… What are you doing?!… Are you crazy?!” Her voice cracked as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes.

“Vanessa… let's calm down…-”

“Was it you!? Did YOU kill Judy!?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“Oh… my God…” She looked at me, her eyes wide.

“Are you any different?” My eyes narrowed, and I could see that my comment hurt her.

But then her eyebrows furrowed.

“Just wait until Marcus finds out.” My body stiffened.

No. She can't.

I can't afford another reset.

I won't let Judy's death be in vain.

I spread my legs a bit, prepared if Vanessa was going to run. And she did. She's like a cornered rabbit, predictable.

Her hands clutched the knife, and I was afraid of getting stabbed. But… that would just make it more believable, eh? A struggle.

When she ran, she was also swinging the knife. I managed to dodge a nasty stab, but she did end up giving me a few cuts. The knife was pretty dull, so it didn't hurt, just sting.

I put myself between the door and her.

She came straight at me and, being bigger, I managed to knock her down. With me on top, I saw hope leave her eyes. She threw the pocketknife into a nearby stall, probably hoping I would go after it.

But I am ending it now.

I wrapped my hands around her throat and she started to gasp.

"Marcus!! MARCUS!! HEL-HERKK!" I squeezed tighter.

Sweat started to build up on my forehead. Everything in me was hoping Marcus wouldn't come. Two kills in one day? Maybe my excuse wouldn't be enough.

Vanessa's hands were clawing at mine. She gasped, her voice barely squeezing out.

I squeeze tighter.

She's crying.

Or is it my tears?

Why am I crying?

Could it be because, at one moment in time, Vanessa and I lived peacefully together?

Nothing fake flew among us?

Just me, Judy, Vanessa and Omar.

I felt two hands drop at my sides. My eyes trail to Vanessa's, there was no more light behind them.

Another was laid to rest… and I hope I can keep it that way.

The bathroom door opened and my breath hitched. I stumbled on my excuse.

“Marcus… I…”

“Another one ‘got in the way?’”

I bit my lip. I was on thin ice, I needed to play my cards right.

“She… I went to comfort her… and… and she started to spill insane stuff.” I looked at him with my tear-stained face as my hands shook.

“Time looping… you… being-”

Marcus straightened.

“Judy's death clearly took a toll on her.” He held out his hands and I got up to hug him.

“She scared me, Marcus… how did she know it was me?” He started to caress my hair.

“Stop thinking about it.”

“What will the police think?”

“I'll take care of it.”

I've won him over again, but, I can feel his doubt.

“You're exhausted. You've been through so much in one day…” I felt my eyes grow heavy.

A wave of sleep washed over me and I slumped over Marcus. My whole body was paralyzed, and I could only hope that I would remember today tomorrow.

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I awoke in my bed. It was pouring rain outside. Marcus must've brought me home last night.

Oh! I remember. But for how long?

Something also feels off.

I got dressed and went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked so pale. Oh my god! I'm becoming Marcus.

I joked, although I wasn't feeling humorous.

I walked down the stairs, and I was greeted by no one. My so-called parents who would always be in the kitchen weren't. And although I didn't resonate with them, I couldn't help but feel empty.

I left the house with no more than an apple. The streets were empty and quiet, there were no cars on the streets.

I passed by the burnt-down church, it looked way more thorn down than before…

Something is… wrong.

The school's front was empty as well. Did… did Marcus find out? No… no, something else must've happened.

I quietly but swiftly went inside the school. It was dark, the only light came from outside, which was barely any. I put my backpack in my locker and warily walked toward my class. My footsteps echoed, and my breathing was heavy. I was about to reach the class door, noticing it was left ajar. My hand reached for the knob when I was suddenly catapulted into the door.

Since it was already open, I crashed into one of the front desks.

“Uugh…” I groaned as I looked behind me.

Omar.

Omar?

Omar stood in the doorway, his expression blank. However, I could see a small bling of something… something sharp. A knife. I scurried to my feet and clutched the side that had hit the desk.

“Omar?! What are you doing!?”

He took a step forward.

“You might've fooled Marcus, but you can't fool me. I'm your best friend, we know everything about each other. Well, I sure do.” He kept approaching, and I started to back up, trying not to crash into any desks.

“I mean, I'm surprised at how you didn't catch on. How could someone who ‘geeks’ about this sort of stuff not find a way for faith to fall in his favour?”

“What… what are you saying? Are… are you in on this!? Are you working with MARCUS!?”

He smiled. “Bingo! I'm the right-hand man, as I like to call it. I've learned through resets after resets that there was no point in fighting against it. You know the phrase, ‘If you can't beat ‘em, join ‘em.’ Judy wasted her time coming after a plan for revenge when she didn't see the power she could've held. Oh, and poor Vanessa, she could bend and break with just a simple flick of a wrist.” He was barely a meter close, and I was backed against a counter.

“Where… where is Marcus?”

Omar smirked. “Your ‘distraction’ plan made me think of something. If Marcus was away, who'd be left in charge of making sure you don't wander? All it took was something out of order, and he was gone to check it out. Now…”

Omar flicked the knife and it was unsheathed. It became more of a scythe covered in small red and black rocks with a red eye on the tang, safe for the blade that was left naked. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but feel defeated. I mean, how was I supposed to kill him when he had that!?

“W-what are you doing!? Do you know what Marcus is going to do to you once he finds out!?”

He laughed. “Once you're dead, there's just going to be another forced reset. Nothing I can't blame on you fuckin' around and findin' out.”

I clench my teeth as he raises the scythe, he starts to levitate.

"Pray that you have another way to remember, 'cause that stunt you pulled WON'T fly by again…"

He dived into me and I barely managed to dodge him. He did rip a bit of my shirt and burn some of it as well… but currently, that was the least of my worries. I started to run out of the class. I opened the door and ran into the hallway. I needed to find something I could defend myself with… maybe in the cooking class-

CRASH

BOOM

The whole classroom wall fell apart, revealing the class to the hallway. Omar was still flying, but he looked more sinister. His eyes were a faint red as if he were high, and I could hear his voice through the school's intercom, taunting me. I ran as I heard him laugh from each direction.

I turned sharp corners, trying to lose him, but he was too fast. Everything the scythe touched crumbled. He would drag the scythe on the ground and the floor would split apart.

“HAHAHAHA, you're just prolonging the inevitable!! But do continue this chase, it's exhilarating!”

I'm convinced that the only reason I was still alive was because of the adrenaline. But, that wouldn't last long, as I slowly started to slow down because of the cramps I was getting.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the back of my shirt, and I was slammed down on the ground. My breath hitched as Omar sat on my abdomen, raising the scythe.

This is it.

I'm sorry Judy.

I closed my eyes shut…

And then, I felt something splatter on my face, but, no pain. I open my eyes to find a flagpole spear through Omar's stomach. I couldn't manage to scream and neither could he.

Omar gagged and spilled blood, but he was still very much alive. He gripped the flagless pole, trying to push it out. But, the pole was raised, and low and behold, Marcus was holding it.

He (Marcus) grabbed the pole and made Omar slide down it, causing the pole to rupture through his whole abdomen. Once Omar was on the ground, Marcus took out the pole. Omar, with whatever dark power that was keeping him alive-ish was trying to crawl away. Marcus grabbed his hair, flipped him over, tore out his small intestine (which wasn't pretty small and very long) and finished him off by strangling him. He didn't put out much of a fight.

I sat up and tried to crawl away backwards, but Marcus somehow teleported behind me. His eyes were back…

“Oh, my poor dove, I'm so sorry you had to go through that…” He grabbed my left arm in a tight grasp and pulled me up.

“However, I am curious about how you were able to remember. I sure do hope my powers aren't… weakening.” He tightened his grasp and I winced.

“I… I wrote a note… last time and hid it in my pocket…” Marcus smiled.

“Well, I'll just have to make sure I double-check before each reset…” He grinned as the scythe teleported in his hands.

The world around started to tear and rumble. Holes opened up that were in some way… glowing black… or maybe it was some sort of mist oozing out of it. Omar's body fell into one of the holes.

I looked back at Marcus and in a swift but pretty stupid decision, I kissed Marcus.

He kissed back and his grasp loosened just enough so I could squeeze out of it and back up into one of the holes. Marcus tried to grab me again, but I had already fallen.

And so, I was swallowed by the abyss.

𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫𒄆𒅒𒈔𒅒𒇫

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Can you recommend games for a DM who would like to indulge their group of chaotic murder hobos? (Hey, if it’s what they find fun, why not lean into it?) Oh, and ideally I would prefer games that don’t have much math — there are a couple players with dyscalculia or other learning disabilities.

THEME: Math-Lite Chaotic Murder Hobos

The following games are big on violence, big on loot, and light on calculations! Have fun!

Cybermetal 2012, by World Champ Game Co.

Blood Money, Viral Videos, Brain Software, Hellpower, Cassette Tapes, Hallucinogens, Anarchy, Demonic Rituals, Combat Drones, Radiation Worship, Frequency Manipulation - How Nasty is Cybermetal 2012?

Cybermetal 2012 is a tabletop roleplaying game of demons, metalheads, and weirdos surviving and thriving in an isolated city of warped technology in an alternate timeline featuring tons of analog ink illustrations, intuitive dice mechanics for fans of Mothership or Blades in the Dark, fascinatingly weird worldbuilding, and much more.

This game uses a percentile system, which means that you need to roll under a certain number in order to succeed. This makes it easy to learn, and gives the table a quick understanding of how achievable any given task is. The two d10s that you roll to determine your outcome are then assigned to damage and Fallout - how much damage do you do, and what happens next? There are a number of other mechanics that you can choose to involve, such as Hardware, factions, Gear, and more - but their use is optional, so you can customize your game to the experience your players want!

S.H.A.D.O.W. Hunters, by Maps’N’ Quests.

Throughout human history things have threatened humanity –things that go bump in the night and leave the average civilian quaking in terror. These things exist on the periphery for most people, things they never even notice as being out of the ordinary. When those things go bump in the night, S.H.A.D.O.W. bumps back with the elite Hunters.

S.H.A.D.O.W. Hunters combines FPS-style action with survival horror in the vein of F.E.A.R. and other similar games while building on FariRPG's phenomenal Breathless SRD in unique ways, including lite-tactical combat mechanics and varying weapon effectiveness.

While this is a combat game, S.H.A.D.O.W. Hunters is designed to be run in theatre-of-the-mind, which means you won’t have to calculate range, and is rules-lite, which means that much of murder you do will be up to the players - do you behead the undead monstrosity, or pump it full of lead? How cool do you look doing it? There’s also a scavenge mechanic, which is great for those players that enjoy looting the body. Finally, while the game makes use of various polyhedral dice, you don’t have to add up any numbers - you just take the highest result and go from there. The game is run on the Breathless SRD, which means that your character’s skills and resources will run out over the course of play - great for building suspense and dread.

Jack Kills Giants, by Andrew White.

There’s no shortage of vagabonds who take coin for killing, but Giant Slayers… they’re a special breed. The coin is unfathomably good, you’d be more or less set for life should you bring one of those colossal beasts down. Those who decide the reward is worth the risk form up into small companies of strangers, spreading out the risks and sharing the spoils.Brought from all walks of life, those who survive past their first kill and choose to continue on the path grow into tight-knit bands, comrades in arms fighting for gold and glory. But you aren’t one of that pantheon of successful slayers just yet. You’re just flat broke.

Jack Kills Giants is a game of giant-slaying in the Fantasy Gig-Economy written and illustrated by Andrew White, with valuable contributions from Nakade & Cosmic Orrery Games. In Jack Kills Giants you won't play hardened adventurous heroes, you'll play everyday people, forced by a need to make cash to survive to chase after giants in exchange for generous bounties.

This is a game with beautiful art and a simple core system, with add-ons if you want to add difficulty, complexity, or a different flavour of play. Characters are ranked with the type of dice they roll, and there are ten character professions, which start at a d8 rank, with graduation ranks for d10 and d12. If you want a book with plenty of resources for a GM, and the ability to add your own flavour, then I recommend Jack Kills Giants!

GrimoirePunk, by Mitch.

Wizards rule the world. They’ve traded their stone towers for skyscrapers of steel and glass, their homunculus servants for warehouse workers, their robes emblazoned with stars for three-piece suits and sensible skirts (still emblazoned with stars, though). The rest of the world might consider them clever business people or daring entrepreneurs, but you know better. Their empires of power are built on magical secrets torn unwillingly from the fabric of reality and bound into powerful grimoires: collections of spell fragments and lost secrets pinned beneath words, illustrations, and codes. Their grimoires are the source of their power.

So we’re gonna take them.

In GrimoirePunk, you play as gutter magicians democratising magic by stealing it from infinitely powerful wizards. You and your friends will create your punks and each build a unique grimoire on a deck of cards that you will add to and destroy until you have a book that is unique to you, shaped by your adventures.

This game requires absolutely no dice - instead, you use a deck of cards. These cards will represent your character’s abilities. Character creation starts with all face cards removed, and you’ll gain new abilities and spells over the course of play. If you like the idea of using whatever means necessary to get your hands on some power, and you don’t want to keep track of dice values, this game might be worth checking out. There’s even a Demo Game Dunk edition for you to check out if you want to see what you’re in for!

Chainsaw Humans, by Deep Light Games.

YOU ARE DEVIL HUNTERS, individuals (human or otherwise) who fight against Devils whenever a threat related to them should arise in the world. You are a special branch of law enforcement.

YOU USE DEVILISH ABILITIES AT SOME LEVEL as means of standing a chance in combat against these monstrous opponents. Each devil represents a fear the humanity has. The stronger the fear, the stronger the devil.

In CHAINSAW HUMANS you'll play as human, hybrid, fiend or devil at your day job as a devil hunter. Each species play a little different but the core rules are very straight forward. Many GM tables to help are included.

This is a standard Lasers & Feelings hack, so you only ever use d6’s, and will roll either over or under a target number. Chainsaw Humans has two stats: Chainsaws, which represents being brutal, bloody, and aggressive, and Humans, which represents subtlety, manipulation, and control. While this game is designed to be a one-shot, you can probably get a few sessions out of it if you have enough fun and the GM has a number of ideas!

ORC BORG, by Rowan, Rook & Decard.

The DERELICT is a great big beautiful trash rocket smashing through space and it is jam-packed with ORCS, generations upon generations of them, sporing and scrapping, building murderous idols to their mad gods, and praying for DOOM when the Derelict will crash into heaven and disgorge every dead-hard big-toothed bastard in a glorious tide of violence.

YOU are an ORC, and you fight and kill and pray and scheme and tinker and howl for a place in heaven.

ORC BORG is a zine-length standalone RPG with beautiful, brutal art on every page. ORC BORG is a collaboration between Grant Howitt (Spire, Heart, Honey Heist, Goblin Quest) and ROLLINKUNZ (Fragnarok, The Dungenerator, Goblinfinite). It's powered by the MÖRK BORG engine - so it's fast, cruel, and obsessed with the apocalypse.

ORC BORG is built off of the well-loved engine of MORK-BORG, a game of fantastical blood and guts. Out of all of the games on this list, it has the most calculating, as you’ll have to add up damage and subtract from your hit points. If you want scrapping, murdering, and glorious glorious violence, this is likely the game for you, and if you want to check out this style in a different setting, I’d recommend CY_BORG, a cyberpunk hack of death and revenge.

Games I’ve previously mentioned that might be worth checking out:

FIST: Paranormal Mercenaries

Locum Tendons: Doppelganger Infiltrators

Heart - The City Beneath : Dungeon-crawling into a nightmare undercity.

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---------------Ch.7 How you meet pt.2----------------

All art and writing is mine, do not steal. View my art on other socials too. To understand the characters backstories pls view my character design/info charts. https://linktr.ee/Mercitycreeps

Tw: these characters are mentally unwell individuals who don't typically have the means for therapy or medication, they aren't meant to be perfect, and just like so many other ppl they can be toxic and exhibit bad behavior such as self harm, possessiveness and so much more.

BIG TRIGGER WARNING!!!! This chapter brings of SA, SH, Su8c8de, drugs, alcohol, kidnapping, torture, and more. Please proceed with CAUTION!!!!

Please read some of the bios in regards to my version of the slenderverse characters to understand a bit more.

-------------------HOW YOU MET---------------------

Hobo Heart- You had been walking around in the middle of the night, stress having taken over you earlier so you had chosen to take a late night walk. Thankfully the town you lived in wasn't the most crime ridden so you weren't too awfully worried in regards to being at risk of anything, oh how wrong you would be. There you had been, calming yourself down to the best of your abilities, well, trying. Life hadn't been the kindest to you as if late and you were at your wits end.

The slightest of stressors setting you off with ease. As a matter of fact, the straw that broke the camel's back had actually been you accidentally spilling a little bit of your drink earlier. Now here you were walking the silent streets of the town you had been staying in on a chilly night. Now that you think about it, it was a little too quiet. You had stopped for a moment, something felt off, it was like you were being watched by someone. This clearly wasn't ideal and so you slowly began walking again, this time with a destination in mind; there was a small gas station not too far away, hopefully you can go there and grab a drink or/and snack along with a pocket knife they tend to sell up at the cashier counter.

That's when you began to realize you were being followed: a few meters behind you were the sound of footsteps, not just one but five sets of feet and they were picking up their pace. You try your best to keep your calm as you walk but they were gaining ground and fast, your fight or flight was desperately trying to kick in, taking all of your willpower to not panic and start running. Then the owners of the pounding footsteps spoke up, catcalling, grunting out disgusting comments as they tried to gain your attention in their clearly drunken stuppors.

You simply ignored them, entirely focused on reaching your destination that you could see not too far away from you, glowing neon lights beckoning you to safety. This was a fatal mistake however, the men had caught up to you and the supposed 'leader' of the group had grasped roughly into your wrist to the point it was painfully tight. Whipping around you tried to yank yourself away, the men circling around you as they jumped and hollered like idiots, now that you got a closer and unwelcome look at them they appeared to be college guys, no older that twenty-five and clearly were not just drunk but also coming down from a high judging by their tweeking, scratching at their arms a bit, twitching and fidgeting quite a bit, sniffing harshly at the air.

They were violent and unkind with how they treated you, jostling you around, shoving you to one another: they were inspecting you, gripping your face in cold callused hands as they spat grotesque comments in regards to your body. You were now in full panic mode, trying to remove their hands, screaming for them to leave you alone, to which they broke out in cackling laughter. They were quickly shoving you towards a alley close by, shoving you to the ground; you tried to scramble to your feet however two of the men had grappled at your arms and dragged you deeper into the space, your legs kicking wildly in front of you as you swing yourself in a panic, staring up at the night sky. As the men closed in on you a large midnight black feather drifted down in front of your face.

Suddenly the pressure of the men holding you and atop you were gone, the men were scrambling back in fear as they stared towards the entrance of the alleyway, the only way out. You didn't care only wanting to curl into a ball and disappear however your gaze instinctively searched for the source of the mens horror. There you spotted him. A figure stood atop a lamp post staring down at the men, you couldn't see what they looked like but you did see the humongous raven colored wings that stretched out behind him. The figure simply stepped right off the lamp post, touching the ground delicately as though it was as simple as walking down stairs.

Then you noticed the men backing up towards the wall behind you, tensing up as though readying for a fight, screaming at the large figure. Whoever it was didn't falter in their steps. Suddenly everything was moving fast, one if the men lunging forward like a rabid dog just to hit the ground in a heap. The initial shock of the action had you confused then there was so much blood and shattered ribs. The stranger had barely moved, but it was clear they had killed man, a bloody human heart set in their grasp, only staring down at the man that was dead. The other men were screaming in terror and rage, snapping the person back to their senses; stepping closer everything moved far too quick for your understanding, the men around you were all laying in a pile unsconcious, but not dead.

You stare in silent confusion and shock, the person wasn't in sight that is until you scooched back a tiny but and felt something hit your. Looking up there stood the stranger, vibrant almost glowing baby blue orbs staring back at you. That gaze took your breath away and suddenly you felt safe within them. The man had leaned over you as he seemed to be inspecting you; self-conscious of your current state you covered your aching body with the scraps left of your clothes that were strewn beside you. The man stepped around you to stand in front of your shaken form, crouching down to get closer to your level as he reached out slowly to take your hand in his, being extremely careful and gentle as though you were made of very delicate glass that was ready to shatter, wary of how you flinched at the initial movements. He helped you sit up a bit and he kneeled before you, removing his hoodie and wrapping it around your shoulders, zipping it up to hide your body. That's when you noticed his skin and hair.

He had pure white messy hair and dark skin that was almost black, however there was white bone markings all over his body, pure black wings neatly folded behind him as he watched you with those glowing blue eyes. He's beautiful. You watched him with wide shocked eyes, but you relaxed slightly with him, you felt the need to trust him as he helped you up. You didn't remember much, only coming fully back to reality as the red and blue lights of police cars and ambulances surrounded you, a officer stood before you as you were being patched and checked for any severe wounds that couldn't wait till the hospital. You were incredibly confused, holding tightly onto to front of the hoodie you wore. Wait- the hoodie. You were still wearing his hoodie.

You looked around only to see your savior in the trees watching from a distance before giving you a nod and disappearing into the night.

Nathan the Nobody- You were in quite the situation, dangling from the ceiling by your wrists bound together, each leg chained tightly to corners of a steel panel. You were exhausted, no clue how long you had been there or when the last time you had anything to eat or drink but you were starving, barely capable of staying conscious, both your mental and physical being having been torn to absolute shreds. You simply hung there, waiting for the next time those men would walk through the doors. You had been kidnapped, walking to work only to be dragged into a tinted out black vehicle and knocked out only to wake up where you were.

They had stripped you, shaved everything but your head and branded you. You still have no idea what the room you were in looked like, having been blindfolded and gagged, only being allowed to speak when they wanted you to respond to them. You had known though that you hadn't been alone in the room, key word, hadn't. For a while you knew there were at least eight others, being able to hear the distinct hums, grunts, cries and moans from them. Eventually however, the room grew more and more quiet, one by one the others had grown silent, and now no one will respond to your sounds.

You don't know if they were incapable of making sounds now or, if the worst happened as you hear the sound of something being hit when the men came, sounding like a body but... The sound has started to get more like hitting something stiff and hard, this thought made your stomach churn with nausea. Soon however, your head perked up slightly, hearing loud banging from outside the room, unsure of what was happening but it was getting closer. You tensed, keeping your head hung low as you waited, expecting the men to enter the room to use you for their sick and twisted games, whether that means them waterboarding, hitting you with a baseball bat, stabbing, hitting,

punching, or even worse things when they were in that mood. Something was off though, the men were screaming, something wasn't right but you couldn't do anything considering your current state. Then everything grew eerily quiet before the door was slammed open making you flinch. There was a audible quick gasp by a voice you didn't recognize, making you raise your head a little bit in confusion before footsteps rapidly approached you causing you to tense in preparation for being hit, but the pain never came. There was the jingling if metal and then a click, one leg free, then another, you soon were being lowered to the ground however your legs were too weak to hold you whatsoever.

The person stepped in front of you, large scarred and callused hands unlocking the last restraint. Your body immediately collapsed forward, being caught delicately in strong arms, carefully being hoisted up to be cradled against his chest. You were far too broken to fight or complain, grateful for the kindness being offered to you. Then the gag was removed from your mouth to be replaced by a bottle of water. The man crouched down to support you against their legs as he helped you drink a bit of water, not too much though as it'd be dangerous in your fragile state. Then came the blindfold, you blinked against the dim lights that filled the room, eyes extremely sensitive however the person holding you prevented you from looking around.

"You don't want to do that, it's not worth it." Their voice was deep but very gentle, looking up you found yourself face to face with a person who had heterochromatic eyes, one being blue and the other green. You felt confusion bubble up within you, who was this person, what is happening, why do they not want you looking around? He seemed to notice your confusion and sighs, standing tall with you in their arms, that's when you got a glance at what he didn't want you to see. The room you resides in was covered in dry blood and fecal matter, a wall dedicated to objects of torture, mutilation and violation and there before the wall was nine square metal panels. You went limp in his arms as more shock settled into you, unable to even cry at the site.

The eight people you had listened to, had hummed to, had bled with were all hanging on their panels rotting away, rigor mortis having settled in a while ago. Organs, limbs, genitals and even muscle tissue were missing from them, it was absolutely horrific, and to make things worse, every single panel had a tally and counter. There was a section for blunt force, stabbing, drowning, shooting, burning, violating and more. You saw that out of everyone you had been there the longest at a total of 563 days. It was a wonder how you were alive, how you had all your limbs, when you get out you are definitely going to need intensive therapy.

The man looks away from you whispering a quiet "I'm sorry..." As he excited the room. Outside there was carnage, the men either being chained up by strange people or dead. "Oi, Nathan! Thanks for the tip. Wait- what... What are you holding...?" You stare as what looked to be a detective approached the man holding you, Nathan, before panic settled in around the detective.

"We need a medic!!!" Immediately you were bombarded by paramedics, nude form being covered with a blanket while they stabilize you as quick as possible, putting a IV drip in to hydrate you. The entire time however Nathan never left your side.

Puppeteer- It was a very sad day when you met him, you had been struggling for a long time. You were so tired, so so exhausted and just wanted to rest. You didn't want to die, no one really does, but it was to the point that it felt like the only option. So there you walked in the dead of night, mind so full and loud but also so full of nothing, emotions chaotic and scattered by yet you also felt so numb at the same time.

There was a constant state of numbness, incapable of feeling much else, only knowing that you were feeling a shit ton of feelings yet they were being overshadowed. You simply counted the days as the passed you by, putting on a smile for all to see as though you were the background character to your own play. You felt as though you were watching yourself from afar, incapable of shaking or slapping yourself out of the daze you were in day by day, but also far too exhausted to try, spending all your energy on your act, only to get home and immediately have the numbness take over full force, it was oh so cold in your chest even if you sat beneath the scalding water of your shower.

Soon though you found yourself staring at the busy roads of the bride you stood upon, back of your thighs resting against the concrete wall of the bridge as you stared up at the night sky. Everything around you felt like it was in slow motion as cars sped by, the world sounded so hushed when you were standing beside a bunch of vehicles speeding 75mph on a windy, became rainy, night. It was peaceful, you felt as though you could just let go, slip awake from reality into the blissful void of the moment, and you try.

You began to lean backwards, only supported by your thighs against the short concrete barrier, closing your eyes you fall back expecting to feel wind rush around your body as you fall but that doesn't come. You hover a little above the ground and your eyes snap open only to stare in shock as they meet a glowing golden gaze, matching golden strings wrapped securely around your body.

Suddenly the world was beyond loud and you felt so incredibly broken, bottom lip quivering. The man pulls you close and the strings remove themselves from you as the two of you collapse to the ground, him holding tightly to your sobbing form, finally allowing your emotions to spring free along with your tears. He held onto you the whole time, saying nothing but had hummed a sweet melody, lulling you to rest in his arms beside the road.

X-Virus- You were at the library when the encounter took place, searching for a particular book you had read as a younger teen. You paced up and down the aisles, you probably would have found it with ease had it not been for the library completely redoing the placement of everything and the computers being down. This you were stuck getting lost in the large expanse of bookshelves, meticulously trying to find what you had came there for, however you just only found yourself getting more lost, brows furrowed in confusion as you tried to make sense of the layout of shelves to hopefully find a section it would reside within.

As you stood there calculating a hand reached out, lightly tapping your shoulder to gain your attention. Upon turning to the hands owner you found a individual with messy straight hair and choppy layered bangs, wearing a large array of buttons, pins, patches and other accessories. "Oi, sorry to bother you doll, just couldn't help but notice a sweet thing such as yerself looking lost. Whatcha lookin for, if you don't mind me asking of course!"

The scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, cheeks dusted a light pink. He was clearly trying to put on a flirty tough guy act and failing, but he's cute so he gets the points. You can't help but chuckle a tiny bit at his attempt and smile, his confidence and energy was almost contagious to be completely honest, who is this guy? "Well, seeing as you are being so graciously generous," smirking at him you can't help but notice the shy look he's giving you, dang he's a cutie. " I'm looking for a specific book, but this place for all turned around and I can't find shit. Would you happen to have a clue on where (f/b) is?"

He immediately perks up at the mention of the book, almost excited as he bounces on his heels. "Aw man I love that book!!" The young man freezes up and anxiously fidgets in place. "Sorry... Uh, I got too excited. I know where it is, um, follow me." You felt bad that he got so upset at himself for getting excited so you reached out and tugged gently at his sleeve, making him stop in his tracks and look back at you in confusion.

"You know... It's ok to show you're excited and happy. It was nice seeing you like that! You should do it more often, I certainly don't mind it, it's sweet." His cheeks erupt into a pink hue and looks away in embarrassment, thanking you shyly as he led you to the book you were wanting, discussing it with you as you walked, finding out a bit about him, and that his name is Cody.

Jason the Toymaker- You were simply trying to find something to comfort yourself with at that moment, driving around in the rain aimlessly as you cried, blaring music, trying to find some sense if comfort; you had just been broken up with, over text nonetheless! Your coward of an ex had been caught cheating on you with a close friend of yours and you didn't want to talk, you just wanted to go home and process everything. In retaliation your ex had dumped you over text and left anything you gave them at your doorstep. You were exhausted mentally and physically, it was cold and rainy and you were beyond stressed prior to the breakup. So what did you do to cope?

Search for comfort items, some if your favorite treats, a nice new blanket and comfy hoodie along with a few bath bombs. As you drive you stumbled upon a store, you had heard about it before as it was quite popular thanks to the high quality toys, candies, stuffies and more. You turned into the parking lot and shut the vehicle off, checking yourself in the mirror but sigh considering you looked a mess, like a middle schooler who had their heart broken for the first time in a Disney film. There was nothing you could really do about this though so you just get out of your vehicle and walk to the entrance, getting soaked from the rain but frankly you couldn't care less, your chest felt so cold and numb from heartbreak the rain didn't bother you near as much as it should have.

Upon entering the store you could see it was lined top to bottom with all sort of knick knacks, a few toy air balloons dancing around the ceiling on a track just above a intricate train track that chugged along the shops perimeter. There was a rather large ferris wheel in the middle of the store that spun with a few stuffed animals. The walls were lined by toy type, color and stuffed animal species, the wall behind the cash register looked like something out of Willy Wonka; however, even with all these bright colors and happy vibes coming from the shop you were still so cold, sniveling softly as you looked around, trying to find something that would be perfect to cuddle up to or keep your mind occupied.

As you looked around hugging your shivering soaked form you didn't notice the opening and closing of the door behind the register and the shops owner making his way behind you, towering over you with his ridiculously tall form. He watched you, glancing at a few toys that moved to give her signals and glances, informing him of the sad disheveled soul that had wandered into her domain. You simply did not notice her whatsoever that is until you here a melodic voices from behind you coo, "Do you need any help my dear?"

You whip around, jolting as you looked upwards at the giant individual. He removes his hate and gives a polite bow, one hand behind her back as the other held the hat to his chest, standing up straight she reveals a beautiful Lily of the valley and hold it out towards you. "Now why the tears dove? A precious thing like you shouldn't be so distraught." She lightly placed the flower into your hands, leaning down to inspect you, tutting softly. "Now this just won't do at all. Come come, I know just what you need." He tugs you along to behind the counter, pulling out a tea set and already brewed chamomile tea from beneath the counter, pouring some into each cup, bringing out a jar of sugar cubes.

"How many precious?" He trills out sweetly. You hold up the number of cubes you want and he plops them into the cup, putting three cubes into her own and hands you your share. "Now sweet thing, what has you so glum, hm? Surely a darling like you has a lover to lean on in such trying times?" With that you sip the tea, shaking your head as tears began to cascade down your rosey cheeks, sniffling out, "Not anymore..." This automatically put her into protective mode, standing up straight. "Oh you poor sweet dove, how could such a tragedy happen?!

You poor poor dear, no wonder you have the eyes of a sad puppy, your little heart is all shattered. What criminal could do such a thing to you?" She leans down to your height, brows scrunched up in concern, a hand reaches out to your cheek and dabs away your tears to no avail as they won't cease their exiting your tear ducts. "T they cheated on me with my friend and- a and dumped me over t text..." He frowns and tugs you close in a comforting embrace.

"shhhhhhhh... It's ok. It's going to be ok little angel. You cry all you need, here, I have just the thing." He pulls away for just a moment, walking to the opposite end of the store before returning with a weighted human sized stuffed cat. "You need a companion to cuddle with. And no worries, simply enjoy a bit of tea with me till the rain slows and it's free, that's all I ask. Now, what's your name, love?"

Kagekao- You were at home late at night during a thunderstorm, the town's power had gone out due to the lightning so you were holed up in your room with a flashlight as you shuddered beneath a fort of blankets, sheets, pillows and more. What could go wrong? It was simply a thunderstorm, you were safe within your fort of comfort and solitude, thankfully you had a almost fully charged phone in hand as well, surely nothing terrible would happen, right? That was your logic, of course,

until a loud crash if breaking glass came from your living room. You were completely and utterly alone; weighing your options you slowly grabbed a dagger and creeped your way to the room in complete silence and darkness, the only light being from the street lights outside and passing vehicles. You peeked around the corner, body tensing to strike if need be but to your surprise no one was in sight. You don't relax but you do allow yourself to walk out into the open, surveying the damaged window that let rain and wind pour in. "Did... Did something hit the window..? A branch???"

You were confused and anxious, unknowing of the entity sitting on your couch behind you. "私は雷雨が好きです、あなたはどうですか?" Freezing up you turn towards the distorted voice to see the being sitting there, his mask seemed to be smiling at you but you felt less than safe in that moment. "I... I'm sorry but.. I don't understand much Japanese..?" This simply made him laugh at you, a cackle that sounded like the screams of the damned. "Kekeke, あなたは非常にかわいいとハンサムな男の子です。恥恥恥恥。You simply are such a entertaining little human. Hmm~" He rested his head against his gloves hand,

the other twirling a glass of what appeared to be wine. "Uuuh... Thank you? Wait- did you just call me cute???" You stare at him incredulously, is this guy for real?? Sighing you find it best to humor the being sat before you and so you walked over and say beside him, bat set beside you as you lean against the couches arm. "So you going to kill me or what man? I would rather sooner than later ya know. Or are you here for money cause if so welp- I ain't got none." This took him back for a moment it seemed as he grew quiet. "Hmm... No. You are funny, I like you キューティー. I think I'm going to keep you around for a little bit till you aren't so entertaining~"

his voice was light-hearted but the message made shivers go up your spine, you were dazed only to be snapped out of it once he offers you a glass of the wine. You take it carefully in your palm but when you go to thank him he's gone, only the glasses of wine and the broken window proof he ever was there. You felt you were in for a long bumpy ride.

Jay- Oh goodness what a cliche. You had been going for a nature walk, taking in the sights as you traveled. You had been wanting to move and explore for so long and you finally had, you'd been traveling all across North America and some other nations around the world and had decided to find a place to try and find stability in.

You remembered the views of Alabama and the prices, sure it wasn't a great place in terms of acceptance but you thought it'd make a great place to get a bit of experience for a temporary amount of time. It's not like it's be forever, and so you had rented out a cabin in the woods not too far away from Rosswood Park. You decided to start taking nature walks as you worked from home and made a surprisingly good amount of money but you desperately needed fresh air and changes in scenery so what better place than the woods of Rosswood?

The area was a relatively safe place, rarely anything bad happened in the town, save for the recent events of a few people going missing. Little did you know you were going to stumble upon one of the individuals caught up in the drama. You had been walking for some time when you had stumbled upon a odd cabin like area, there stood a person in their mid to late twenties filming, they looked rather anxious so you being the person you are you approached them.

"Hey! You ok? Are you lost?" This made them jolt up in surprise, they were clearly panicked and paranoid. You found yourself walking straight up to the side of them. "Hey, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. It's just uh... You look a bit freaked dude, wanted to make sure you're ok, if you need anything or something."

They nod quickly in a repetitive motion as they stumbled over their words. "Uh! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm good I'm ok, yeah uh, thanks but uh, you should really not be here, like reeeeeaaally shouldn't be here. So if you could just uh-" their gaze was wild, looking around in a frenzy, unable to focus for very long as they spazzed out a bit. "uuuuuh, yeah no. You clearly aren't doing so hot dude. I am not leaving unless you're coming with me, unless of course- you want me to call the cops and have them check on you?" You stick your hip out with your hand on it sassily, raising a brow at them.

"You... You are really stubborn." You laugh at this, "oh you have no clue dude. Come on, let's get you a snack or something, you're shaking like a leaf dude." They sigh as they follow you out of the park, all the while observing the area as you walked, they were extremely paranoid. They did however allow for light conversation as you walked. You did want to mention something to them but decided to keep your mouth shut in regards to the tall man In a suit considering how paranoid and anxious they were

Alex- It was your freshman year of college and to be frank you had always loved theater and films, however you came from a really small school that didn't ever really cast new people in their plays so you stuck to band. This year though you wanted to try something new, you wanted to have fun. There were rumors going around about a guy wanting to create a movie and was having auditions for it during after school hours. This made your excitement grow a bit, you honestly didn't care if you got a role or not you just wanted to help out in any way, it sounded like a lot of fun, so you quickly made up your mind. After school you headed to the room that was on the flyer you found in regards to the film.

You saw a man with sweet puppy dog eyes and some cool sideburns, surprising considering little to no one can pull them off nowadays, standing outside the door fidgeting. You saw someone was in the room likely auditioning and so you waited out in the hall. After a bit the guy waiting out in the hall, Tim you think his name is walked into the room, being talked to by two other individuals you think. A bit later two men walk out, Tim and, Brian? Yeah, you think that's his name, a rather popular and social guy. He gives you a smile and nod as he passes and you lightly knock on the door, it was opened soon by a rather large man with glasses and a pouty lip, his facial structure rather soft and long, thick brows and light ashy brown hair that swooped. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you Mr... Kralie is it? I um, I'm here in regards to the auditions and stuff.? I if you are to busy I can go or if you want I can come back another time! I-!"

He quickly raises his hands, laughing a bit. "Woah there, c'mon in it's no problem at all. Tell me a bit about yourself, excuse the camera, I'm recording auditions if that's alright." "Oh! Yeah, I don't mind um.." you follow him in, door closing behind you and you take a seat at the table anxiously fidgeting. "Alright, now, give me a bit of background on you. What's your name, who are you as a person, ok?" You nod, looking up at him, cheeks dusting a light pink. "Well.. my name is (y/n), I'm (y/age)."

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charlatron · 2 years

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Thank you so much for the tag @noire-pandora ❤️

A smutty snippet from the next chapter of As Luck Would Have It

Olivia smirked discreetly to herself when she heard the distinct creak of leather boots. How long had he been there without her knowing? Probably snuck in with the staff who brought her bath water, she surmised.

She sank lower into the tub, sighing provocatively as the hot water soothed her aching muscles.

Only when the water grew tepid did she finally vacate the tub, stepping elegantly out of the water and making a show of patting herself dry.

She walked over to the vanity, staring at her reflection as she ran a brush through her damp locks. Her pulse quickened when the dip in the bed over her shoulder disappeared, and she stared at a spot in the mirror where she thought he might be.

Her breath left her in a rush when she felt his hands on her hips, gripping tightly as he moulded their bodies together. She could feel him hard against the small of her back and his warm breath on her neck.

Impulsive, she elbowed him in the ribs and tried to escape but he gripped her arm and pulled her hair, exposing her neck to his lips and teeth.

When she attempted a further escape he snaked an arm beneath her elbows to restrain her and chest heaved with excitement as she heard him unbuckle his belt.

Enjoying the struggle, she stomped on his toe with her heel and broke free, though immediately found herself hauled over his shoulder and thrown onto the bed.

She rolled onto her front and tried to crawl away but a hand wrapped around her ankle and dragged her to the edge of the bed before strong arms flipped her onto her back and a heavyweight pinned her down.

A breathless laugh escaped her as she halfheartedly struggled beneath him, and when she heard him drawth breath to speak she quickly pressed a finger to his lips and slowly shook her head.

Cullen crushed his lips to hers as soon as she lowered her hand, eliciting a soft surprised moan which morphed into one far more carnal when he slowly hilted himself with a fluid roll of his pelvis.

He groaned against her neck as she writhed beneath him, and she decided right there that it was one of the most erotic sounds she’d ever heard.

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Watching Through My Collection: Day 35/36

The Driller Killer (1979)

Day 34 / Day 36

Oh no, he's just my type!

This one's not as campy as my usual tastes, but it's still wild and fun with some kills bordering on the homoerotic.

The Driller Killer is called a dark comedy by most sites, but if you're expecting an overt comedy you're not gonna get it. This movie works more in the surreal and the absurd. It really captures a subculture of art in New York in the 70's.

Everyone's dressed ridiculous, drugged up, and just trying to get by on self-expression.

The movie follows a painter named Reno- played by the director himself- who's trying to get by living in an apartment with his girlfriend Carol and her girlfriend Pamela while he tries to work on his art.

Unfortunately, between bills, rent, and no other income aside from Carol's alimony checks, things aren't going too swell so Reno really needs his latest painting featuring a buffalo to get bought up.

There's a lot that goes into this movie. On top of the money problems, Pamela befriends a No Wave band called the Roosters and they move into the building to rehearse at all hours of the day. Naturally, that isn't gonna help Reno paint faster.

Honestly, I'm surprised none of the band members get killed. Reno even had the lead singer in his place for a portrait, but instead of getting killed or anything he just recites from the "Dictionnaire Infernal" shirtless while Reno paints. (Which feels like some type of flirting, I just know it.)

With everyone else piling on the pressure for Reno, you'd almost expect him to kill people in the apartment complex. Instead, he goes for the derelicts around the streets and alleys outside.

A generous dollop of that senseless violence and random crime that the more shocking 70's horror loves, but also explained (admittedly disjointedly) in a dream sequence after Reno is confronted by an old hobo in a church that inexplicably had his name and phone number on him.

That hobo was Reno's own father, and Reno has other interactions with the homeless before he breaks where he asks them how they ended up like they are. He's perched at the edge of homelessness himself and refusing to turn into his father.

In the end, it's left ambiguous what exactly happens to Reno. He goes on a murder spree after his painting gets rejected, but only after Carol runs back to her husband does he start aiming for named character with his drill.

He really only kills his art curator, though. He grabs Pamela, but she's never seen dead or alive after, and then he goes and kills Carol's husband and hides under the covers so the last thing you hear in the movie is her asking "Stephen" to move closer for a cuddle.

It's eerie, dreamlike, and the exact level of crazy you'd expect from a bunch of punks and soulful artists, with some wild and fun bloody kills with a drill. In the words of my initial thoughts to the group chat as I was watching:

Stressed and broke? Pin a man down and drill into him about it.

#nick is a dangerous man #collection reviews #the driller killer #the driller killer 1979

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mbrainspaz · 3 months

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lmao every real estate person or management company agent I've talked to this week has told me I haaaave to use HAR.com to search for a respectable rental near my new job in Houston.

Here's what the #1 recommended real estate site says is available at 120% of my budget on my big new government job salary.

Guess I'm commuting 2.5 hours to work every day folks.

Jk I'm probably gonna rent a refurbished shed from some weird guy I found on fb marketplace like any hard-working millennial with a college degree and 10+ years experience in multiple industries.

#screaming sobbing throwing up #housing crisis #har dot com #new job #moving is the worst #broke art hobo #I'm laughing at myself #renting #all landlords are bastards #just texas things

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lillmyg · 3 years

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Mansion of regret Yandere bts x reader | chapter 1- Home sweet home

Words: 2.8k

Themes: oc is hella awkward but she's morning so leave her alone, yandere tendencies, angst, seven deadly sins and poly relationships

This was probably the last time you'd enter this house with the intention to stay. You took your first step onto the stone staircase and a million memories of jumping onto each step of the staircase with your grandmother holding your hand and in the other, you held your favourite stuffed animal. Each step you took to the memory of your past almost as if was a desperate cry to keep the mansion. You'd love to if you could but you didn't have the funds to I mean what broke art student had the type of money to keep this place.

It was ancient and way too grand for one person plus keeping it clean gave you a headache just considering it. Finally, after what felt like a millennium you'd reach the door. The arched door, however, was different than you remember, the serpent stain glass windows that had once held an emerald tint for the scales had dimmed in tone. The once elegant and sturdy lanterns that hung beside the door were now no longer there assuming they'd fallen off you redirect yourself to the alarming thing of all was the fact the door was open. the tiniest bit yes but this place was supposedly abandoned. Of course, your mind had wandered off to the paranoia wondering if some hobo had decided to seek shelter in your home or worse an animal. A sense of unease entered your stomach suddenly all the nostalgia had been forgotten and the harsh reality had come. The fact of the matter was that you were no longer home this house was just a husk of what it used to be and that honestly made you scared for the future and the people in it. However, all of your worries were came to a halt when a voice called for you within the house.

"So how long do you plan on just standing there?" A playful almost mocking voice called out from inside. You clung onto luggage and took and deep breathe and in your most stern voice replied with "This is private property and your trespassing-"

The door had practically flung open that had gotten a little yelp out of you. However instead of relieving a deadly killer drenched in blood, there stood an elegant man in an all-black suit with indigo hair. For a moment you just stared at him taken aback by him he was really beautiful- 'what the fuck y/n he broke into your house pull yourself together

"Like I said you're in private property-" once again you were cut off however by the man himself this time

"I'm one of the landlords," he said in a definite mocking tone with a little smirk as he tilted his head and along with that your confidence had disappeared along with a part of your pride. You looked at him with an apologetic smile and he chuckled "You like to come in?" he asked as he moved to allow you to have space to enter. You gave a little nod and stepped foot into your home that greeted you with 2 grand staircases and where they converged stood another man who just, by the way, he held himself you could tell he was the worst. His head was held high and the aura he held was like a frat boy but if they were well dressed and actually attractive. "You must be y/n" he spoke out to you and immediately you all your assumptions back he was a pimp. Let's just say in college you were adventurous.

"Yeah," you replied awkwardly you couldn't quite place your finger on it but something in the house felt odd as if something was missing as clique as it sounds. You looked around and but everything was relatively the same. The same furniture although was now full of dust, same wallpaper and paintings. It was perfect to the touch but it felt so wrong.

As you were too busy looking around the indigo haired boy had been glaring at his pimp friend who had magically appeared next to him. This friend however just smiled and gesture towards you. This friend not taking the hint just continued to try and assert his dominance. The taller sighed and turned to you "Hi I'm namjoon I used to help your grandparents with their finances," he extended his hand for you to hold.

You ignored his request however which made the blue-haired boy giggle which received a glare from Namjoon. "Hi" you deadpanned and gave him a little smile "I'm sorry I'm just not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now,"

"Oh no, of course, it is late and you probably haven't eaten," he said "Some of us are having made some dinner if your hungry so feel free to join.'' and with that, he left towards the dining room you assumed. His friend, however, stayed staring at you trying to imply that yes his colleague had said it like a request but it was not one. You sighed and let go of your luggage. You nodded at him and headed towards your left through the kitchen rather than straight through the living room which was a longer walk. Leaving the man in the entry foyer.

the kitchen had one noticeable change and that was the gorgeous man who stood over the stove. if namjoon was a pimp then this man definitely looked as if he belonged in k-drama he was perfect. maybe not his eyesight as u noticed his glasses that currently hung on the top of his head as he took a sip of whatever he was cooking. Although she didn’t let herself get too caught up in his beauty she continued into the next room, the dining room. this however had more than one noticeable change the table itself was swapped out for a much more elegant table

“Do you want to sit down love?” a voice whispers behind you which causes you to jolt. You turn to see the man who was just cooking a second ago not even a foot behind you. How he walked to you without making noise is beyond you especially with how creaky the floorboards in the kitchen are “I’m sorry,” you reply sheepishly as you move aside for him to make his way into the dining room.

For a moment he tilts his head slightly in confusion however it doesn’t last long as it’s replaced with an arrogant smile. “Oh no I was just checking up on you,” he takes a step or really steps an inch forward backing you up against the archway. “If you want to eat anything don’t hesitate to ask,” he whispers for a moment he doesn’t let you out. you don’t think he’d ever if a voice that recked of resentment and annoyance didn’t interrupt “God jin cant you go back to cooking I’m hungry?”

the man, who u assumed was jin, just let out an ‘ugh’ and left. You take a deep breath and turn to the voice. He was just... wow his hair reached the back of his nape and perfectly framed his face. you have an awkward smile to him and bowed a little “thank you and sorry,” you practically whispered. Before he could respond you heard a chuckle coming in his direction.

“I told you she was just adorable,”

You turned to see the navy haired boy sitting next to him. You could tell from the little conversation you had so far you were not going to like him be and although the sentiment wasn’t harmful you couldn’t help but feel like he was mocking you as if u were a child and he was your parents showing you off when in actuality you were a few years apart. His friend ignored him and offered you a seat opposite him which you accepted. It was near the end of the table so hopefully, you wouldn’t be too involved in the conversation. You analysed what they were wearing both in suits but in different styles. Taehyung, from listening in to some of their conversations, wore a white ruffle neck button-up shirt with a black blazer and pants. Meanwhile, Jimin wore an all-black suit that had embroidery on the sleeves.

As you sat in silence as the two boys talked to each other in a low tone someone appeared from the bar/pantry room. his black hair was pushed back and also a grey blazer suit along with a matching waistcoat. His eyes wander around the dining room before landing on you and smiling brightly. Which you returned with a little nod before going back to dozing off thinking about how you should’ve dressed up more. You were currently only wearing some ripped jeans and a top. A cute ruched top but a top non the less. Your little pity party was cut short by the man from before. He extended out his hand for you to shake “Hi I’m hoseok,” He said with what you’re coining as his signature smile.

“I’m (y/n) but I’m assuming you already know that?” you said as you shook his hand.

“Yup,” he said popping the p “But at least you've said it now and we’ve not mistaken you for someone else,” Hoseok sat next to you and u smiled at him. Although you didn't relatively want to be here you weren’t gonna be an ass.

“It must be crazy to be back here after everything, huh?”

“Honestly,” you took a deep breath “it’s gonna hurt when I get rid of this place,” you said in a joking manner or as best as you could in your current mental state. However, your comment caused the room to go in complete silence. Everyone was staring at you even the noise in the kitchen had seemed to quiet down.

“You want to what?” The guy with the perm asked in an annoyed yet surprised tone.

“Y-you don’t expect me to keep this I couldn’t,” you try to justify yourself you were a broke university student what did they expect.

“Why not? Cause you inherited all of your grandparents' wealth?” Jimin said in a more stern mocking tone

Silence entrapped itself around the room. You didn’t know what to say yeah you’d inherited a lot but keeping this place you didn’t know if you could. It just felt like time to move on.

“I just started my life I can’t just live in the middle of nowhere and do nothing with my life,” you whispered

The tension of the room increased as if it wasn’t already strangling you into submission. Even hoseok seemed to be annoyed by your words. It didn’t help that the guy next to Jimin was practically murdering you with his gaze. To be honest, to die right now would’ve been a blessing no attachments or people holding you down no job I mean what did u have to lose? At most maybe your friends but you’d discarded most of them the moment you heard the news of your grandmother. University party animals and book worms weren’t gonna help you deal with your mourning. Maybe the old house would finally break and you’d be sucked into the ground and you’d be left to rot in hell. Although they wouldn’t let you just spend the rest of eternity alone not knowing why they were so fond of you pacifically. Although god seemed to ignore your pleas today and you were left with nothing but awkward silence

that awkward silence stayed until namjoon renters the room. Even with hoseok? was it your bad with names and never really remember. He tried to make conversation once or twice but the two other men just sent glares in his direction. Even with namjoon in the room and the casual conversation going on the original tension never left. The bid discusses who knows what as you wait for Jin to setting up the table. You had asked him if he had needed any help however he’d ignored you. He bring the last plate and as if it was coordinated the pimp entered the room. Swinging the double doors open and gave a charming smile. He stood in front of the doors almost theatrical in his movement like a show had just begun and he was the audience favourite character.

“Ah I see I’m the last one here sorry I had to deal with some... business,” he said as he clasps his hands together.

For a moment there was silence then you realised he was most likely talking to you as you were technically their client. “Oh it’s fine to take a seat,” you replied and gestured towards the seat next to you the head seat at the table. He nodded and made his way to his seat. The rest of the men looked at each other in a mixture of concern and anger

“So Namjoon we were concerned-“

“I’d rather not discuss work over dinner,” Namjoon interrupted the curly-haired boy “Have you even introduced yourself?” he asks almost mockingly to his partner, tilting his head to the side and turning to his left. The man just rolled his eyes and looked at you

“I’m sorry I’m Kim taehyung I’m the executor of your parents will,” he gave you a short smile which you return. He knew who you were so didn’t bother to introduce yourself.

“Hey can we eat I'm starving,” Hoseok complained

Namjoon in response just smiled and shook his head as he went in to get some kimchi. Which prompted the others to get some food as well. There were seven different dishes dumplings, kimchi, Bibimbap and more. You were spoilt for choice however you were very indecisive and say they're staring at the food for a moment before someone dumped some bibimbap on your plate. You look up to see Jimin standing up from his seat and putting it on your plate. You were about to thank him but Jin interrupted you “God don’t tell me your those girls obsessed with dieting,”

“Oh no I’m just indecisive,” you explained a little flustered “Thank you thought Jimin,”

Jimin glared at the older man and sat back ignoring you. You sighed reached out for some wine and poured it into your glass. This was going to be a long night.

For the most part, you sat there in silence unless they talked to you or you inputted your opinion onto something they were talking about. Honestly, the conversation and the dinner, in general, was a waste of time they talked about insignificant things honestly it was just the five men catching up you don't know why they invited you. Probably just to be hospital and welcoming. You had asked Namjoon where he had disappeared as the last time you saw him he was headed to the dining room, however, he avoided the issue by talking about how lovely the garden was. Which you couldn't tell if it was him being sarcastic or not. The garden was filled with plants like those in nature reclaiming the land, but less attractive and more overgrown.

After dinner, you'd offered to help with the dishes but were ignored by Jin who'd just continued to pick up the plates. So to save yourself from the embarrassment you had just walked up to your room. This out of everything was exactly the same as you left not even dust had touched the room. Your room had a tower attached to the top floor that held your bed, vanity/desk while the downstairs had a closet, a couch and some of your art supplies. You'd changed from your top and jeans to your silk pyjamas. You were planning on just going to sleep however for the past hour you just stared at the wall across from your bed you'd started pained it when you were around 15 and finished it when you were 16. A slender framed girl falling into some flames. 'What a fucking edgelord' It wasn't that it concept wasn't cool it was just poorly played out. You analysed every detail you hated. Not like you could change it now you were getting rid of this place. For a little moment, you simply lay there gazing at the wall, empty like a pencil without the lead inside. You know what it's meant to be, and it'll appear the same, but it'll be worthless. It'll either be thrown away or replaced and forgotten in your belongings until you find it again, which might take a long time. Who knows how long you'll be alone longing for wishing for something to kick start your life again

Little did you know those five men downstairs would provide you with that meaning just not in the way you wanted. You didn't even know that more was coming and that it was just a matter of time until they began their plan.

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a03bkdk · 3 years

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no quirks bkdk fic rec list (p 2)

thirsty gay wingman fic by lalazee

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Oct 11, 2019 "Thinkin abt besties-since-birth BkDk goin to college together, Dk begrudgingly bein Bkg's wingman w/chicks & lamenting his big gay crush. One nite, Bkg cant get laid, hes drunk in a shitty mood, so Dk propositions him, which turns into the best night ever & the WORST consequences."

My tweet got 366 likes & 66 reblogs, so that was more than enough reason to write about it.

romeo and romeo by supercrunch

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There’s a nasally howl from the neighbour’s place. Izuku looks up – it’s the very loud, very blond guy living in the unit opposite. They’re technically in separate blocks but their balconies are close enough they can see into each other’s living rooms. He’s dancing around in his pyjamas. Yodelling at the top of his lungs off-key, swinging his Pomeranian around by the armpits like a furry ragdoll. “You’re a dog! You’re a fluffy little yellow dog and you’re a pain in the ass but you’re still my favourite shit-stain, yeah!”

Izuku bursts out laughing. The neighbour’s head whips around. He yelps when he sees him, tossing the dog on the couch and scrambling out of view to hide in the hall.

Izuku drops the watering can and runs back inside to find his phone.Small Might: Guys. I've decided i have a crush on my neighbour.

(quarantine baking: a balcony romance)

mechanical bull by warschach

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Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

battle of the bands by roadtripwithlucifer

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'The rules are simple. Battle of the Bands. Local bands send in a single track to the radio station, and ten tracks are selected. Over the coming month, the songs play on the station and listeners vote on the top five. The top 5 play a live concert as part of a music festival, then the top 3 at a larger, indoor venue. The top two have the honor of opening on the first stop of All Might’s retirement tour – here. In Izuku’s home town. And finally, the winner gets the ultimate prize. Getting to spend the rest of the tour, forty cities, across the country as All Might’s opener. Three months. Same tour bus. Shoulder to shoulder with the greatest musicians the world has ever known.'Izuku Midoriya is a broke college student presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. But winning isn't gonna be easy, especially when one band's aggressive blonde frontman seems to be dead-set on making Izuku's life a living hell.

oh my god! they were roomates! by phatye

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“Don’t go through my shit, and if there’s a tie on the door, then fuck off!” Katsuki growled. “...what?” he asked. Katsuki glared at him. “This is fucking college, and I plan on getting laid a lot! I don’t need some nerd cockblocking me! And what is with all the fucking toys here!” Katsuki had moved over to his shelves. “Are you a fucking child or something?!” This was not what he was expecting.

shades of blue by young_crone

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Echoes filtered down the white hall as he descended the stairs toward the locker rooms, reverberating from the pool. A whistle, the sound of breaking water. He swiped the towel over his face, paused. The sliver of cerulean catching the sinking sun pouring through the skylights, the red and white lane buoys, the burn of chlorine.Izuku ran a hand through his curls, snagging on a knot. The clock on the wall reminded him how late it was. A minute wouldn't hurt. He worried his lip. Just a glimpse.

k-9 by warschach

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Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

sucker punch by warschach

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But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

may I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch

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So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

raise me so high (your sins become my pedestal) by stardust_painter

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After his boyfriend cheats on him, Izuku wants to do something stupid. The question is how stupid does he want to be.

The answer is very stupid apparently.

eye for an eye or whatever by tobiyos

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“I’ll make it up to you!” Izuku says brightly, lifting his head from Katsuki’s lap.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow but he isn’t still pushing Izuku away so. Progress. “Fuck are you gonna do to make it up to me?”

“Hmm…” Izuku says quietly, tapping at his chin. “Oh! You’re still a virgin, right?”

Katsuki chokes on his own spit and promptly renews his efforts of pushing Izuku away by the forehead. “Fuck off,” he wheezes, “get out of my room.”

leap of faith by ladyofsnails

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Midoriya Izuku is just a random kid who loves art, analyzes everything, and is obsessed with the (in)famous hero Mighty Spider. He's got a loving mother, a great uncle, and maybe not too many friends that aren't those two but he's working on it.

And then a random cute boy shows up at his school, a spider bites him, he meets his hero under the worst possible conditions, and it all goes to hell. Now he's got villains on his tail, a promise to keep to a dead guy, and a washed-up hobo as his mentor.

Here goes nothing.

green is the warmest color by gloriousporpoise

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“Woah, someone call the fire department,” Eijirou says, elbowing Katsuki squarely in the ribs. “That guy is smokin.’”

“I literally hate you.”

Here’s the thing, though. Eijirou’s a certified dumbass, but his current observation isn’t even a little bit wrong, much to Katsuki’s displeasure.

“Think you can get his number?”

Or, Bakugou is a painter without a muse.

you and i collide by ethereals

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And not that Bakugou’s the type to sexualize a potentially dead body; especially one that he just accidentally murdered, but the man has some pretty solid DSL’s. He would hit it, with more than just his car.

in which rich fratboy! bakugou is a badass who accidentally hits poor med student!izuku with his car and chaos ensues therefore.

97.6 FM by jamjars

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Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Or Radio Host! Baugou x Listener! Midoriya

give me that sweet love by xsxuxgxax

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Things Katsuki needs to excel at: be hot, be clever and pretend to be nice, let Izuku kiss him publicly, let Izuku fuck him privately…

(sugar baby katsuki and sugar daddy izuku pretty much)

dance with me by astralchaos

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Mina pulled up a video of a young man, seemingly teen, dancing to a popular new hit, and Izuku felt his heart drop to his stomach. His skin prickled and felt clammy as he started sweating nervously, not daring to move or make a noise. His eyes were glued to the screen but he didn’t see anything – his brain was too busy going into overdrive and freaking out.

Because Mina was showing him a video of himself. The one he uploaded last night.

How on Earth did she find this? He had barely a few thousand views, he wasn’t popular, and it’s not like he was even any good, especially compared to her or Kacchan–

“That move was sexy as hell,” Kacchan said, and that was when Izuku realized that his childhood friend – his longtime crush – also leaned in to watch the video Mina was showing him.

puppies puppies by Esselle

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"So after doing all that," Katsuki says, "you're just going to settle here? Tatting up wannabe bad boys?"

"You think all guys who have a lot of tattoos are wannabes?" Midoriya asks, so smoothly that it throws Katsuki.

"Wh—no, I mean—maybe!" Katsuki says. "You'd know best, wouldn't you? Are you a bad boy?"

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes it, and he regrets them immediately. There's a figurative list of things that one should never do, and probably high up on it is asking dark-haired sailors with ocean green eyes and black swirls of ink all across their barely concealed muscles if they are bad boys.

Katsuki thinks he has everything he needs in life: a successful pet shop, an occasionally reliable assistant, and the unconditional love of the twenty puppies he’s raising for adoption. But when the tattoo parlor next door hires Midoriya Izuku, a hot sailor with an affinity for dogs, it makes Katsuki wonder if he might need something more.

Like… a piece of that ass. Maybe. He’s figuring it the hell out as he goes.

im gonna make a part 3 later ergaegrggjnjuvuh

#in case you missed it #i adore warchach #bakudeku #bakudeku fics #bakudeku fic recs #bkdk #bkdk fics #bkdk fic recs #izuku mydoria #bakugou katsuki #yeahhhh

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writinrealslow · 4 years

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Small things in season 3 I really liked

Sypha is a comically bad, hammy actor and I’m here for it

Trevor kicking the werewolf in the balls. He learned from episode one.

Fish chopping

Ice magic is stored in the feet

The road pirate!

Trevor knocked a guy out with his thumb and accidentally broke another man’s legs! If he hadn’t lost time being a drunken hobo he’d have leveled up enough to kill Dracula himself!

Saint Germain invented absinth

Sypha flying Azula-style

The serengeti mech

When the captain said “you are” he sounded like he was saying “yar” and that made me happy

Saint Germain’s special person has no revealed gender, which is interesting

DUAL WHIPPING!

All of the monster cameos from the games

Taka’s freckles. I know he’s a traitorous bastard, but before we knew that he was also very cute.

Striga and Morana sound like tired but proud parents when they discuss Carmilla’s schemes and it’s lovely

Morana’s sass

“Blood of a virgin. You DO love me!“

The hell goat shit rain thing

That background art tho

Drac and Lisa get their own circle of hell, right past the frozen lake of traitors. Romantic!

Alucard is bi! A named, main character is confirmed bisexual and they didn’t even pull a disney and brag about it! It’s great!

Trevor is so in love with Sypha. It’s just so very cute and heartwarming

Jesus is sypha-approved

toilet paper

#castlevania #castlevania season 3 #trevor belmont #sypha #sypha belnades #alucard #adrian tepes #vlad dracula tepes #lisa tepes #castlevania taka #count saint germain #castlevania striga #castlevania morana #castlevania lenore #castlevania carmilla #eat shit disney #jesus

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johannesviii · 3 years

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This is a long post about Shaman King I started to write ages ago and I don’t have a good title for it

Let me tell you about Shaman King for a few minutes, okay. Because the new anime adaptation is coming in like 3 months and I’m still not ready for it. Also I started to write this post 5 years ago just because I re-read the whole thing at the time and it’s been in my drafts since then. Oops

But yeah Shaman King was the very first fandom I got into when I first had a real internet access, around 2003-2004. I was around fifteen. The manga was still going. And in retrospect, it was full of problems. Among other things:

Not enough female characters & questionable choices for most of the ones who actually have a part to play in the plot

A black character drawn with big lips (see above), and I REALLY HOPE this is gonna get fixed in the new anime ; I mean even the author stopped drawing him like that a few years ago when he did the “remix tracks” extra chapters so come on please

An imaginary native american tribe who, while pretty cool, is still imagined by a Japanese dude in 1999 soooo yeah there’s some rough corners here and there (edit: got some anon hate about that but I'm sorry, "ancient aliens" tropes always make me uncomfortable)

An art quality which gets worse and worse over time due to deadline pressures and an increasingly exhausted author

Was stopped before it could reach its natural conclusion (the author drew an actual ending years later and tbh it’s great so I’m putting this very low on the list)

So yeah. Manga from 1999. Problematic. Aged badly. It happens.

BUT.

In retrospect, most of it is such a kick in the metaphorical butt of shonen manga as a whole I can’t believe it was competing against Naruto and One Piece at some point?? Like

It’s a shonen so it plays the "dramatic and sudden power jump” game, but it uses it to reach a surprising conclusion (in the “new” ending I mean)

Most of the characters are “shamans” which means they can see ghosts and spirits, and they use them to fight, to work, or to help other people. This is a manga in which you’re gonna see a Russian shaman channeling a Vodyanoy spirit into a drum to create a torrential flood. You don’t see that in every manga

It’s stated right away that no shaman can be truely, irredeemably bad, because only good-natured people can see ghosts and spirits.

So, no matter how bad a villain may be, they must have had a good nature once even if they look like a complete bastard at the moment.

How far is the author willing to go with that concept? Pretty far

Even without talking about the main villain and how the story ends because, duh, spoilers... Like

My favorite character, who gets a full redemption arc later, cuts someone open in his first chapter

He’s one of the good guys 10 volumes later

Speaking of which the amount of gore in this manga has to be seen to be believed, Jump would never let this happen nowadays

If you’re wondering why this is in the “positive” (......?) list it’s because I was 14/15 and all kids that age crave blood and angst

The main character, Yoh, pictured above, is very laid-back, and I mean very. He listens to the in-world equivalent of Bob Marley and constantly wears big headphones. Also he wears sandals, and sometimes there’s a weed leaf drawn on his t-shirt

His parents arranged a mariage between him and a girl shaman even though they’re still teenagers, so this would have potential for High Drama - but surprisingly enough it turns out they like each other and after that he just goes around saying “this is my future wife” and she’s like “hello if you touch him I’m going to end you”

It sounds weird and it......... is, tbh, but it’s also refreshing among all the “ugh, girls, yuck” tropes that nearly all shonen mangas used to have at the time

Yoh’s main goal in life is to live with minimal effort

When his grandfather tells him he must train to participate in a shaman tournament which happens every 500 years, because the winner gets a wish granted by the Great Spirit, he decides his wish will be to make everybody’s life easy so that nobody will ever be forced to work or do shit they don’t want to do to survive anymore

Yoh Asakura is a Millenial icon don’t @ me

Speaking of which

Almost everyone in this series is broke as f█ck

Yoh owns a big house but that’s only because the price was ridiculously low since it’s the most haunted place in Tokyo and nobody else wants to live there. The house is constantly full of other characters (including enemies) who have literally nowhere else to go

The only important character who isn’t broke has money because his family is super rich but he hates all of them because they’re all bastards so it’s super awkward

Another character bought a really cool motorbike but he’s going to be in debt for the next 40 years

Also he’s a hobo

And also bi

What I’m trying to say is: relatable

Also the tournament is held by an imaginary Native American tribe. They’re also broke. All of them. The two judges who are in charge of the main characters live in a cramped appartment and often try to sell souvenirs in the street to pay the rent

I know that’s hashtag problematic but I still love them I can’t help it

Just like in most shonen mangas the hero seems to amass a big collection of Friends but since everyone is a weirdo in a way or another and comes from all over the world it looks even funnier

At some point during the tournament, the main characters have to form small groups of three in order to participate to the next part. Yoh’s team is one of the strongest teams among the ones we’ve met at this point, and is composed of 1) Yoh, a laid-back sleepy kid wearing toilet sandals 2) the aforementioned bi hobo who’s sad because his current crush is in a rival team, and 3) a thirty-something tatooed guy with no legs and an IV drip and who looks like he hasn’t slept since 1997

Oh and they all wear adds for a bath house

Because remember: everyone’s f█cking broke

Spoilers for the mid-point of the manga but I need to talk about it because it encapsulates everything I used to love in it

You’ve been warned

At some point the main character, Yoh, is asked to choose between staying in the tournament or resurrect his rival

This is framed as some kind of very heavy, very huge dilemma. Like oh no what will he do. Will he give up his dreams and hopes. Will You Push The Button(tm)

So the choice is presented to him

In a very dramatic way

And he immediately goes “there’s a way to save him?? YES PLEASE”

He doesn’t hesitate a single second and drops the tournament in a heartbeat to save the guy

This scene greatly contributed to make me a better person I’m not even joking at all

I love Yoh

So anyway I don’t have a proper conclusion for this

Shaman King is very flawed and its flaws need to be acknowledged to fully appreciate all the good things in it, and the “old” fandom from more than 15 years ago was a very good formative experience for me because the forum I was on (which was nuked from the face of the internet by a hacker “looking for training grounds” (his words not mine, he posted it on our frontpage a full week before he did it) in 2005, rip) was full of people who were really into criticising every little aspect of the manga but still loved it dearly

And I think that’s a healthy way to enjoy things and I think we should bring this back

Anyway

Shaman King extremely flawed but full of good things

I still can’t believe it’s back

Johannes out

#long post #shaman king #spoilers #mild gore in written form at some point

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