#random underworld employee

[creepylittlelady]

Proxies Headcanons! [Puppet Strings Lore Dump]

Hey! I have an unfortunate confession to make; I used to really like Fanon Masky when I was like 9 years old. Thankfully I finally watched Marble Hornets and realised what the fuck I'd been missing out. I used to love Fanon Toby too but maybe about two years ago I completely rewrote him after a sudden change of heart.

Did Hoody even have a fanon? I don't think he had a personality beyond being Masky's best friend. That's unfortunate seeing as how he's my favourite one out of the pair.

Anyways, the Proxies have always been such an interesting concept to me. I know that they don't exist in canon, but seriously it's an entertaining thing to imagine a sitcom between the Proxies and Slenderman.

So, without further ado, let's get into it!

Proxies Headcanons

-The 'Proxies' are the employees (only slaves like 50% of the time) of the Slenderman. They do have a greater purpose for being 'hired'; to serve as human energy for the Operator to feed off of. That's why the MOST unstable ones get picked to be proxies, since he feeds off of trauma and emotional energy.

-They do get paid, but only when the Slenderman takes over. Sadly he's aware of why they're here but accepts the fact that there's nothing he can really do about it since the Operator's fed on them so much that they'll basically die if they stop being Proxies (if the Operator doesn't kill them first). It's a lose-lose situation, unfortunately.

-As I said prior; they're the most mentally unstable in the whole Mansion. There are six of them; Rouge, X-Virus/Cody, Kate, Masky/Tim, Hoody/Brian, and Toby. Rouge is the oldest (due to the fact that in her original story she was almost married and almost a mother), and Toby is the youngest.

-Many of the Residents avoid them, especially Masky and Hoody. As they're the most well-known Proxies, they're generally known for being violent and ill-mannered towards others besides each-other and Toby. Although they get closer to everyone eventually, most of the residents heavily disliked them when they first arrived.

-Slender has no idea how they got here, although he has an idea of why they could be here. He's got no idea what happened to Toby, Kate, Rouge, or what the hell a Marble Hornets is. No matter how many times they explain what Slender supposedly did to them, he just doesn't remember as Charles wasn't conscious when it happened.

Although (I believe, its been a while) Marble Hornets take place in 2006, they sort of departed from the Labrinth and returned in 2009 after Masky and Hoody find themselves homeless and basically just drug addicts. They put up with Slender as they have no other place to turn to.

-They mainly go on Political Missions; such as assassinating a target in the Underworld, or they kill actual people in the real world. These usually consist of people who get too close to finding out about the Pastas, cultists, and basically just any random target Slender picks out for them.

-They're sort of their own family, as they share rooms in the same corridor which is quite far away from the other Residents. Rouge actually has her own home, but the other four live in the Mansion.

-They all magically have access to drugs. Nobody knows and nobody asks why, but whenever they need a fix, all they need to do is go to Hoody's room and pay $5.

-Speaking of Hoody, he has selective mutism, and even then he rarely talks. He only verbally communicates with the other Proxies, and doesn't speak to anyone else at all. Sometimes he'll randomly chime in to a conversation Toby and Masky are having and laugh as the two jump.

He's just a bit of a goofy guy, really.

-Wondering why I'm exclusively calling them Masky and Hoody? Well, I know it's sort of implied that Tim and Brian have DID and that Masky and Hoody are simply their alter egos, but in this AU they're more like personas that the Operator made up for them. He didn't like how disobedient Tim and Brian are, so when the Operator takes over he personally remolds their personalities so that they're more subservient. It sounds confusing but I'm trying

-I'm going to make a separate post for Tim and Brian, but a little backstory is that the two of them have known each other since Kindergarten and have grown up together since. They're best friends and their bond is just so strong that nobody can ever really come between them.

Although they're seen hanging out with Toby a lot, Toby is aware of the fact that Tim and Brian are the original duo.

-Masky is the unofficial group leader of the Proxies, and everyone else just kind of accepts that. He's a cool guy and does know how to take charge, however he's always incredibly rebellious to the Slenderman's orders, which leaves Toby to step up every time they fuck up real bad.

-Slenderman sometimes accompanies them. He doesn't help, he just watches from a corner and sometimes jumps out at them to scare them. It's a favourite pass time of his. He will help them out on occasion, as keep in mind he is a low-level God.

-Dr. Smiley and Nurse Ann's makeshift Hospital is basically their second home. Since they get injured so much on all of their missions (totally not due to Masky going against the direct orders), they often all come together to get treated with whatever nasty injury they get from their most recent endeavour.

-Hoody and Slender, both people who don't talk very often, easily understand each other. It's sort of an inside joke that they can telepathically talk to each other. It's basically the only form of a relationship they have considering Hoody's very wary of him.

-Masky hates cheesecake. And crayons. And children. And Slenderman (although when it's Charles they're relationship is a bit better). The Masky in this AU would fucking HATE fanon Masky.

Cheesecake is Masky's least favourite food. He'd rather eat a pile of dog shit. Lazari thought this was funny and made sure to include a panel of him eating Cheesecake in every comic that she makes.

I'll get some more later! Hope you enjoyed ;)

#littlelady #creepypasta #slenderman #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta au #creepypasta headcanons #puppet strings #masky mh #tim masky #timothy wright #tim mh #mh masky #masky headcanons #hoody headcanons #hoody creepypasta #hoody marble hornets #hoody mh #brian thomas #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby #kate the chaser #kate milens #rouge the proxy #proxy headcanons #proxy #the operator #marble hornets

[way2gosuperrstarr]

Psst...! I am asking about your OCs!

hello anon. thank you. sets you down in a comfy chair. now that i've been asked about my ocs i have forgotten everything about them 😵‍💫 /silly/hj

um um um. evelynn and milo ummm ...... these two dont have a super developed story yet ehmmm ,,,,, my most developed oc is fran but i get embarrassed talking about them for too long ehgjehfje

ok um evelynn and milo grew up in a lab, it's the only hospital in their small town (greenlake) so everyone goes there. 'greenlake medical center and labs.' behind the hospital front is a huge fucking lab. that's where evelynn and milo grow up, till theyre about ,,, 13 years old. atp one of the employees is beginning to feel guilty for working at this lab. it's not the best place to its 'subjects'. evelynn staring at him through the camera as if she can actually see him and sending him 'signals' on pieces of paper is not helping.

eventually he decides. he's breaking these kids out. he's become attached to these two and his job is rotating him out of this position soon anyway. and he does successfully! he adopts the two, quits his job, and flees greenlake ehmmm ,,,,, sparknotes version of the lore god 😵‍💫

so evelynn is a mechanics and sciences FREAK. she loves fucking around with chemicals, taking shit apart and building shit, she loves science. most of her stuff is to "make her and milo's lives easier" (it usually doesnt). she would drink a random chemical if prompted. when their new dad adopts them and breaks them out and they get a new home, the garage is fully dedicated to evelynn's Weird Shit. her room is full of it too. she's weird. milo loves to garden and knit and sew. he enjoys crafting as well.

evelynn also has extremely minor telepathic abilities. speaking into other's minds and influencing/morphing their moods is really it.

evelynn's flooded the house before on accident. she's also set a couple fires. she's a whizz with chemicals and mechanics though. milo is very withdrawn, shy, has a horrible fear of people and thinks everyone has intent to hurt him (he gets a bit better with it), evelynn is very outgoing, incredibly strange, and a little bit dense. no one knows if its on purpose or she's just Like That naturally. /silly

evelynn and milo both produce a translucent green material from their skin that can be shaped, hardened, and also reabsorbed back into their skin. they are twins and are both trans in the opposite directions. the material they produce can be used as functional objects (for example, a pair of scissors) but it must be reabsorbed after a while or it'll just disappear. they cant make permanent objects. they also have teeny tiny horns <3 this doesnt have much significance its jusr smth ive kept due to sentimental reasons from their first designs. it does not signal that theyre underworlders, theyre just little horns. cause i can.

my current brainstorm point for them is theyre chips off of a previous person or something. or something split evelynn and milo into two different people . grain of salt here its still a brainstorm point . um

tldr evelynn is a weird fucking Person and milo likes to garden and is Scared thank you goodnight . sorry if any of this is like actually unintelligible or the grammar got killed somewhere i got . very giddy. their dad does not have a name yet i forgot to do that when i made him. he does have a super rusted and beat up truck that is probably going to fall apart at any second though.

#salmon jibberish #ask answer #LONG POST SORRY SORRY SORRY #ahdhaifhehfje thank you anon hope this was decently enjoyable #couldve dumped abt sol lune and neb too ...... perchance another time

[ronqueesha]

You reblogging Zoe inevitably made me think about our Coworkers "AU"/Headcanon and how, despite Dante and Zoe having in common first and foremost absolutely despising each other, they equally despise wasteful work meetings where they have to endure as Jenkins' closest hands, resulting in the very few times where Dante and Zoe secretly text each other via implants for a common cause:

Trash talk dumb/annoying/arrogant employees from the other wings

God yes! I can imagine they still have derogatory names on their individual implants for each other, like whenever Dante texts Zoe, she sees it coming from "Hound Dog" or something. But sometimes, the shit talking is the only way to endure some of Jenkins' worst meetings.

I'd like to add that I also sometimes think that Zoe and Dante are part of their "main" universes too, but they are irrelevant to each other's main stories as they deal with the implant and everything. Jenkins just randomly decides which of the two gets the hit job, and the other fades into the background as "that asshole I used to work with" as Dante or Zoe move forward with the story. (I guess this would mean they were both on the same assignment where they befriended Jackie)

But perhaps near the end, as news reports of their exploits become the talk of night city, one day, Dante or Zoe get a random text on their old, unused private channel. Maybe asking if they're doing okay, or maybe just to tell them how jealous they are that they got out of the corpo pit. I know that Zoe would be MASSIVELY jealous and spiteful of Dante's newfound freedom and life of bliss after the main story.

I already imagine during Zoe's story, she's the one to actually message Dante before her legendary one-woman assault on Arasaka tower, warning him to be out of the building during that time. She might hate his guts, but she also doesn't want to hurt one of the few people her deteriorating and fragmented mind can remember.

How would Dante react to Zoe's sudden explosion of underworld fame and wealth following the attack? And then her sudden death a few months later?

[greenmanwithnoface]

Thoughts That Keep Me Awake

Xandra called a phone a magical device and it’s played for laughs she doesn’t know what technology is how silly. Later June May and April throw a phone into a fire and kill a random phone employee. So it was magic and Xandra picked up on this using a sixth sense. Spirits inhabit technology. May said she threw a laptop in the fire too as if she regularly burns things like an adorable pyromaniac. How many people has she banished/killed? They can commune with spirits using a necromoniduck and the line for the underworld also implies a DMV like punishment and working in retail is one way out or a further punishment for sins. Xandra doesn’t even know she was right and AMJ were sort of wrong. Where do the girls even sleep in the cabana and do they really cook and clean for the group?

#xandragoddessofadventure #april duck #may duck #june duck #xandra #legend of the three caballeros #lot3c

[thrythlind]

Emma Terreal is a sin-eater I played for a Chronicles of Darkness game that included a Hunter, a Beast, a Changeling, a Mage, and my Sin-Eater.

She was made using Geist 1st edition and I had expected that when Geist 2nd edition came out (about 4 years ago now) that it would be a relatively easy conversion. And I was wrong.

While some mechanics did change, that's not the primary issue that slowed me down revamping her. A lot of the terminology in the Lore change. Most important of all "Reapers", who in 1st edition were a player faction, were now an NPC faction. Which affected me because Emma was a Reaper in 1st edition.

So, what's the difference?

Well, in 1st Edition, Reaper was a philosophy of how some Sin-Eaters approach dealing with the living and the dead. They were all about justice, writing wrongs, punishing sins, and all that sort of stuff. Not necessarily involving violence. A Reaper financial expert, for example, might leverage their expertise in getting money to charities or people down on their luck and... diverting it from business owners abusing their employees. Also, the Reapers are equally concerned with the living and the dead. It's very much "reaper" as in "Reap what you Sow".

In 2nd Edition, however, the Reapers denote a group that feels ghosts don't belong in the world of the living. Which could be fine if they went about their task humanely. But from what I can tell, they generally show up, beat up a ghost, drag them to the underworld, and toss them out in a random spot bereft of aid or explanation. They're very much reaper as in "Grim Reaper" and not the guy from Discworld.

But I think now it's time to redesign her for the 2nd edition.

Step One - Concept

The game advises figuring out who the character was before they died and what they're like now that they've died. And I have a clear image of this, as this isn't really that much different between the two editions.

In life, Emma was an accountant working as a personal banker for a local branch that existed in a particular part of the town such that it had clients from both businesses and the working class. She was nervous and worried about her own continued survival and so she mostly kept her head down even as she began to suspect that something shady was going on in the bank. Her breaking point came when her boss forced her to communicate a decision to a poor couple that would shatter their lives. From that point she began to investigate and study and she thought she was getting somewhere.

That's when the robbery happened. It came after hours when she was working late. The thieves killed one of the security guards and locked her in the vault, shutting off the fans. By morning she'd suffocated and made her deal with The Auditor.

After death, Emma has found it difficult to express or handle emotions. She is dour, her voice lacks intonation, and she is angry. Very, very angry.

Emma suspects that her bank president was working with the robbers and that she was targeted, but has no proof, either for herself or anybody else.

This comes to Aspirations. She needs three, two short-term, one long-term.

Short-Term - Tell a funny joke.

Short-Term - Help someone in need.

Long-Term - Prove for herself whether her boss is a villain or not

Step Two - Attributes

This is a matter of prioritizing. In this case, the damage she took when dying has made socializing very difficult for Emma, so Social is her tertiary. She's also still primary about intelligence, so Mental is Primary, which leaves Physical as Secondary.

Each attribute gets 1 dot for free. Primary gets 5 more dots, Secondary 4, and Tertiary 3.

Mental: Intelligence 3, Wits 2, Resolve 3

Physical: Strength 2, Dexterity 2, Stamina 3

Social: Presence 1, Manipulation 1, Composure 4

I'm not usually one for such heavy low scores, but I do love the idea that her changes have made her able to handle emotions very well, but expressing herself is extremely difficult.

Step Three - Skills

Similar, this is a matter of prioritizing. And this is actually going to be a little bit different. Emma is new to all this thing with fighting and sneaking, so Physical is going to be her low priority. Mental is still going to be the biggest priority, but as much as her near death a emotional and physical trauma have changed her personality, she still has skills for interacting with people.

Primary (Mental) gets 11 dots, Secondary (Social) gets 7 dots, and Tertiary (Physical) gets 4 dots. Skills all start at 0 dots.

Mental - Academics 2, Computer 1, Investigation 3, Occult 1, Politics 2, Science 2

Physical - Athletics 1, Firearms 2, Stealth 1

Social - Empathy 3, Intimidation 1, Persuasion 1, Socialize 1, Subterfuge 2

Step Four - Skill Specialties

She gets three specialties so:

Investigation - Finances

Empathy - Identifying Needs

Firearms - Pistol

Step Five - Adding the Sin-Eater Template

This is a lot of steps bundled into one thing. The first of which is "The Burden" which deals with what driving need binds the Sin-Eater to life. This one is obvious.

The Vengeful - She was murdered and she seeks to address that.

Burden Aspiration - Punish an Evil

Now come Root and Bloom which are what replaces Virtues and Vices for a Sin-Eater. This represents how the the character deals with the Dead (Root) and the Living (Bloom). I'm going to use the pre-made versions for now.

Root - The Anti-Hero

Bloom - The Advocate

In this case, the Anti-Hero tends to ignore rules and advances on their objectives directly without caring much in the way of politics or societal expectations. And when dealing ghostly matters, Emma is the sort to shoot a hole in someone's foot to make a point. However, she also hopes to make life better for people somehow.

Next we come to Touchstones

There's an issue here. An item heavily associated with Emma was "The Unending Account" which was connected to her Geist. Unfortunately, in 2nd edition Geist, the Remembrance Touchstone doesn't happen until Synergy 3... and characters start at Synergy 1 and have to spend a lot of resources to get past that.

I can sort of put it in as a Memento later when we come to Merits though. For her first Touchstone, I'm going with:

The Bank - There is something going on at the bank where she died. She doesn't believe the thieves showed up after hours when she was working late on accident. Somehow, her death was planned and it is hiding something more important than the life of a young accountant. She means to expose this secret and avenge her death.

The Synergy of a new Sin-Eater, the ability they have to cooperate with their Geist, starts at 1.

Haunts are the supernatural powers associated with the Sin-Eaters. A starting character gains three dots, two of which have to be associated with their Burden. For The Vengeful, that's Memoria, Curse, and their unique Haunt: Rage. So for Emma, she's also based on a joke for "Immaterial" so she's getting the Shroud because that's the Haunt associated with passing through walls. For the whole:

Memoria 1

Rage 1

Shroud 1

Next come Keys, which are modifiers to how the Haunts work and the first key is usually associated with how the character died. In Emma's Case, The Key of Blood certainly fits, but as her actual means of death was suffocation, I originally gave her the Key of Silence, but that seems to be in the Key of Cold Wind.

Key of Cold Wind

A Sin-Eater starts with full Plasm based on their Synergy, in this case 10.

Step Six - Merits

Now we're on to a new step and a new Sin-Eater gets one free Merit: Tolerance for Biology and 10 dots. So now we're going to assign some for Emma.

Tolerance for Biology

Professional Training 3: Accountant (Asset Skills: Investigation, Academics, Science), Contacts 2

Momento 3: The Unending Account

Resources 2

Retribution 1

Trained Observer 1

And lets build that Momento

Key - The Key of Stillness

Description - An ancient ledger that seems thin, but readers never come to the last page. The construction and style places it sometime in the 16th or 17th century and shows damage from extreme cold. The pages within are an accountant's ledger with strangely non-numeric values compared. A thin, struggling handwriting, as if written by someone on the last edges of their life, describes the deaths of people going back hundreds of years. Sometimes it continues to describe the knock-on effects of their death.

Effect - When studying the Unending Account you can learn things about the means and impacts of people's deaths. For unknown reasons, most of the recorded deaths happened on a Tuesday. In fact, Emma has found that the only recorded deaths that aren't on a Tuesday are deaths that she has witnessed or investigated since gaining the Account. The extent of information a person can get depends on their abilities to study.

Step Seven - Advantages

These are simple calculated stats.

Defense: 3

Size: 5

Health: 8

Willpower: 7

Initiative: 6

Speed: 9

And now, we're going to build the Geist, The Auditor.

Step One - Concept

A skeletal figure with abacus beads in their hair. They are obsessed with balancing accounts, something which they share in common with Emma.

Step Two - Remembrance

The sound of clacking wood and beads.

Step Three - Remembrance Trait

The Auditor's Remembrance Trait is a skill: Academics.

Step Four - Attributes

The Auditor, as a Geist, has simiplied stats of Power, Finesse, and Resilience. They have 1 dot for free each of these and 12 dots to distribute. I'm going to lean into the Auditor being about intelligence more than force.

Power 3

Finesse 7

Resilience 5

Step Five - Crisis Point Triggers

The Auditor needs a thing that will trigger an extreme reaction. It has to be a discrete event or moment of realization. So while they have a general distaste for inequity is not appropriate. Instead I'm going to go for, False Witness. Not lying, but entering falsehood into an official report or testimony. Up til then, the Auditor may be convinced that inequities are an error, but once someone does that then it becomes deliberate.

Step Six - Ephemeral Entity Traits

Time to give the Auditor it's mechanics

Rank 3

Ban: Burning receipts will force The Auditor to leave the area.

Bane: Old coins (at least 50 years old)

Innate Key: Blood

Step Seven - Advantages

And back to the figured stats

Defense: 3

Initiative: 12

Speed: 10

And that's Emma Terreal and The Auditor.

#Geist #Geist2e #onyx path publishing #roleplaying games #horror #ghosts

[ashtraythief]

A little random, but I love how you made Jared the perfect line between good/evil. If he were anymore evil, this relationship would be hard to root for, and he’d be hard to love. But he has morals and ethics, like how you talked about how he wouldn’t date an employee, for example. He has rules (that he usually follows, at least.) He has people that he loves, more than just Jensen. And he really loves them with all he’s got. Like he’d really do anything to protect them. You can really feel how conflicting this is for Jensen because Jared is lovable as hell and treats him really well. How did you walk that line between good/evil?

I let this one linger for a while because I wanted to give a proper answer. Your ask also just made me go super mushy inside because this was exactly what I was going for with Jared so I'm so thrilled that it worked ❤️ (I know that opinions differ on this and some people want to see Jared go down for his evil ways but I'm with you, nonnie 😅)

So, I wanted Jared to be kind of what he wants to be, which is the sheriff of the criminal underworld. It was kind of inspired by the original concept of the mafia. If my very superficial research informed me correctly then originally the sicilian mafia were basically neighborhood protection/policing organizations that evolved into criminal enterprises. But I think in most classic mafia/mob/organized crime stories whether TV or literature, these groups have their own internal rules and moral codes. Which I think you need to function. There's only so far you get with ruling with fear, you also need loyalty, shared values, a real community. Otherwise people just rat each other our or fight internally and you can't build a secure empire. I'd think 😅 so it makes sense for Jared to operate like that from a strategic point but I also didn't want him to be evil. I wanted him to legitimately see himself as the sheriff of Chicago. A guy who does what needs to be done, who dispenses fair justice with the understanding that regular law enforcement can neither protect nor punish people properly, so he needs to do that himself. And since he grew up with a criminal family, he sees crime as something that happens anyway, so might as well do it properly himself. And of course people like that can love too. And I like writing characters that aren't just bad or just good and Jared really gives me a lot of range to explore that. I like about him that he does have a selfish streak and is willing to throw out his rules to protect his people. He'll never kill an innocent. Unless an innocent is a witness in a trial against one of his people. He's fiercely protective of the people he loves (there's probably something there about not getting enough love from his own family after his mom died etc etc. about finding support after going through adolescence on his own etc). He's controlling to protect himself and his people, which is really what a lot of it boils down to, I think with him a lot of the terrible things he does he does for the "good" reason of love. It's terrible in rl, but I was going for Sam and Dean vibes of letting the world burn to save the other. Idk it's grand and dark and romantic and we know it's wrong but in fiction it feels right? Idk I'm just rambling now, but that was my thought process there. Thanks for your lovely ask and indulging my underneath ramblings ❤️

#anon ask #underneath verse

[lore-olympus-nine-nine]

Persephone: We can do this, because we're Underworld HQ. We have Hades and Hecate, Hermes and Thanatos, and Carl!

Random employee: It’s Mark.

Persephone: Sorry. I was just trying to include someone from outside the inner circle.

Mark: There’s an inner circle?

#source: brooklyn nine nine #b99 #nbc brooklyn 99 #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #lore olympus #incorrect lore olympus quotes #lore olympus incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #jake peralta #episode 4x15 #persephone #random underworld employee

[exiled-knight]

Late lil munday facts for you all;

I have ate, slept and lived werewolves since the age of five.  Yes, five.   I was a horror hound at an early age, introduced to movies like American Werewolf in London, Howling, Pumpkinhead and Critters at that age in particular.  Since then it was hook, line and sinker and my horror knowledge has since grown. 

It was that early exposure, that indoctrinated me into that universe. I had expressed interest and talent in the practical effects world.  I thus make my own mask and for the past ten years, worked a Haunted House and supplied my own costume design as well as aided in building sets.

I can almost name off every lore imaginable when concerning werewolves in particular.  Hell, I easily blend them into my role play whenever I can.  I take inspiration from almost everything in that relative.   Howling, An American Werewolf in London, Underworld and Werewolf the Apocalypse are a big part of influencing how I play Grayson/ Galahad.  I lean more toward the horror aspect of the curse rather than gift.   Due to Grayson clinging to his humanity.  So when playing with him as the wolf, expect ton of carnage and a heap of gore.

So yes, in a sense.   I was -- No, I am a werewolf nerd.   

#\||/ Out of Character \||/ #late munday #Random facts ; #Werewolf nerd #Werewolves #lycans #The Howling #An American Werewolf in London #Underworld #werewolf the apocalypse #practical effects artist #Haunt employeed

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. uh, how tall is lo hades exactly? because unless all doors in this comic are much shorter than the 6'8' average, then hes at least 7 feet tall. how tall is persephone then? 4 feet?

2. dont insult big bird like that hes a good boy :(

3. ngl i saw that big bird picture and for a second thought it was supposed to be lo hera. ill excuse myself.

4. minor correction. rachel graduated uni in 2007 at age 22 (her birthday is in march) so she's actually 36 this year. regardless yes she is mid 30s and not her early 20s like most seem to think.

From OP: The reason I said 35 is because RS posted a photo on her twitter saying “19 vs 35″ after her birthday this year (In April). So, it’d be a little weird if she’s 36 posting a picture of when she was 35 instead of a current picture but that could be the case.

5. why does apollo look like the captain to the love boat in that panel 💀 why does this comic have anti fashion now how did this even happen

6. I find it totally hypocritical that so many LO fans send hate to Hades and Persephone ficklets because of their age difference, when Hades is supposed to be 2000 years old and Persephone just 19 years old.

By the way, am I the only one who notices that HxP Ficklets is still much better developed than LO? Note that I am not a fan, but also, it shows that at least these had known each other for years and it was not a hasty decision.

7. Not sure if asks are opened rn, but I think the morals in LO are just. SO wonky, they CONSTANTLY switch around, it's always so frustrating because you never know where the story stands or what it's supposed to be held to until Persephones case is added in. I should probably explain.

So, first of all, Minthe. Her actions are abusive and self destructive, she was obviously made to be the bitchy ex that makes Persephone look like a saint coming in to save Hades. At least, in my opinion, from the first few chapters. Now, I'm not trying to undermine her abusive, it was horrible and unfit for a relationship. But... She isn't the worst character in LO? On a moral ground, she IS abusive, but not the worst. Apollo's actions are absolutely disgusting, but that's also not the worst offense. Personally, I think the genocide of an entire town is worse than a abusive relationship. Apollos SA isn't really my place to say, so I'll leave that to people who are actual victims of SA.

Even when Artimis is used as an excuse, she only helped to shoot, what was it, 12? 13 people? What about Hades being a capitalist who's enslaving people, firing and hiring people at random, accepting child labor, sexualizing a  18/19 year old (like, she can't even legally DRINK yet), exposing other people's tramas, emotionally cheating on his ex, being biased as a JUDGE taking the position of a LAWYER, etc etc. And Persephone murdered an entire river of souls, covered it from the king of gods, fled to the underworld, refused to face the consequences of her actions, then hides behind Hades when everything comes back to haunt her? She stood up for herself ONE TIME when she snapped Apollo's harp, that was it.

And THANOS being a CHILD EMPLOYEE was apparently worse, him being a hypocrite was worse than Minthe being turned into a mint plant because of Persephones jealousy (abuse aside, that was admitted in earlier chapters when Minthe was caged in a lamp. And Persephone was aroused by it??? Even though she's supposed to be so regretful and humane???), HE was made out to be the obnoxious villian rather than the actual deeds Persephone AND Hades did? And what about Thesis breaking into his house to bring Minthes body to light? Persephone was HIDING that too, why is she made to be the villian when she's exposing what PERSEPHONE did? Is she going to admit her excitement and arousal on trial?

Like, there's so many bigger offenses than what immediately affects Persephone and Hades, what about Eros drugging a teenager? That was immediately forgiven, what about Heras affair? Will she be held responsible like Zues is? Or likewise?

I'm just SO confused on the morally gray scale of LO. If they don't care about mortals, another form of LIFE, then why are characters still expected to be humane about other forms of life, and when they're not, they're a villian, but when Persephone isn't, she's some type of girlboss? Its so frustrating. Where is there for the readers to make their OWN conclusions when things are constantly changing? Are we not going to talk about Hebe making alcoholic drinks for Hera? Or Nyx who abandoned her child at Hades doorstep? How none of it is even taken seriously if it's not Persephone?

Honestly, nothing's clear in this story, it's constantly changing, how are fans so mindless to attack people who question it and follow it themselves? 

8. I don't know if someone else already said this but I think it's funny how Aphrodite, you know, the goddess of beauty isn't as beautiful as Persephone (obviously) and yet Perse is, at least in the first season, confused with random pink nymphs 

9. is lo hades just the terminator now. why does he have one glowing eye.

10. did Persephone even actually want to go to school or is it more of a case she just wanted out of the house and that was the best excuse she could think up? bc if she genuinely wanted to go to uni so badly, she sure is making sure to not even contact her professors or worry about her grades but instead focus on partying with hades and shopping and nothing else. that or rachel once again dropped a seemingly important point to P's character because she just got bored of it or forgot.

From OP: Persephone has said that she loves school so I think she genuinely wants to pursue her education. However, like you said, the story barely shows that.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[c-is-for-circinate]

I think, out of everything, the thing I have the most feelings about right now is how utterly normal home is, now that we've returned.

(We killed Hades, somehow. We finally did it, the thing we've died one hundred and four times to try and do, we stepped out of the underworld and into Greece, into the world above, of rocks and plants and living things, of open sky, and--)

We rose up out of the pool of Styx, and walked down the hallway, and Orpheus is singing a new song, but Hades is at his desk and the Contractor is there next to him, with all his dozens of jobs that I'd intended to throw some gems towards when next some random Elysian foe or Theseus or one of those venom rats or my own father killed me again. I didn't expect to make it out this time. I/we/he, Zagreus or me (the lines blur so quickly, in a game like this). I don't think either one of us expected it.

The cook is chopping onions and pays me gems for my fish that I caught, and it has to feel almost like a dream to Zagreus, doesn't it? Zagreus saw the sun. He breathed in the wind and saw the sea and his mother hugged him and wept. There were bees, and butterflies that didn't try to devour his soul, and fruits and grains and grass. That was real. And now he's here. In the lounge, with the cook chopping onions and the broker on the Employee of the [Timeperiod] board, and Nyx there to greet him, and Hades upon his throne once again. And Orpheus is singing about all those ridiculous stories I made up for him because Dionysus said it would be funny, Dionysus who still thinks I'm going to come up and party with him up on Olympus, and am I just going to keep that ruse going on forever so I can keep fighting my way out and pretending I got stopped at the last minute, and--

The prince, under the mortal ring, prisoner to his king, never to leave, Orpheus is singing, and Zagreus is standing here in this lounge that he only renovated half way, that nobody would have helped Dusa with if he'd gone. Orpheus still hasn't been reunited with his Eurydice. Achilles is still dying even in death for loss of his Patroclus. I'm carrying two thousand darkness in my back pocket, saving up to give Nyx a way to see Chaos again. None of it would have been done if he'd simply stayed up there.

None of this, I suspect Zagreus is thinking right now, is how any of this was supposed to happen. It feels like a dream, and waking up back in the same world where he has always lived, just exactly the same way he does every single time he's died before. How can everything be different now, when everything is exactly the same? (And how can everything possibly be the same, when everything, everything is different?)

#hades game #c plays hades #hades spoilers #prose poet at 3 am

[msawesomehalffinishedfics]

Would you stop bleeding on my couch? Sean Wallace imagine

A/N: I’m sorry, this took me forever to get to writing, mostly because I haven’t gotten around to watching Gangs of London to the end, and I just had exams and have been overwhelmed by life. But I am actually proud of this very finished imagine (Which is ironic for a blog called half-finished-fics, but what can I say? ALSO I kinda played fast and loose with the timeline/storyline. Please request different characters if you'd like, and thank you to @screechingdreamercollectorsblog​ for requesting, and to the anon who was pushing me to write it. I’m slow okay? But worth it? Hopefully? I hope you enjoy, do tell me if you do, or don’t. :) - Em

Sean woke up uncomfortable feeling first the burning pain on his shoulder. Everything came back to him, the ambush, him getting dragged off to a random car. He remembered fading in and out of consciousness, drinking some whiskey to dull the pain. Getting sown together in a dingy bathroom. He opened his eyes and looked around, not remembering where he was, and how long he had been there. He knew his family was probably freaking out. He was a little freaked as well. He looked around the small apartment and did not recognise any of it which made him nervous. He made an attempt to sit up, but groaned in pain as he did so. He heard something from the other room and tried to fumble around for his gun but found nothing. He raised his fists as best he could as the other person walked to the living room. He furrowed his eyebrows when he found a woman standing there, she looked vaguely familiar but not really. She looked at him annoyed which made him keep his guard up.

“Would you relax, so you can stop bleeding on my couch. Which you are replacing by the way.” She said annoyed crossing her arms, he looked at her even more confused feeling weird about being scolded by this woman he did not know. She had saved his life but he knew that was not a guarantee that she was on his side. He was not sure anyone was anymore. 

“Who, the fuck are you?” He spat in his normal demanding voice, if she was going to be rude he could be too, and he needed to know who she was, and where she had put his phone so he could at least tell his family that he was okay. She rolled her eyes at him but walked closer to him, clearly inspecting his wounds while doing so.

“Relax. I worked for your dad, and you. Not usually a nurse, but strange times.” She said sarcastically, he was still unsure about her, but saw no reason for her to lie right away, at least if he could get home to his family soon, he would be sure to pay her off and that would be the end of it. As long as she did not torture him and he did not tell her too much he should be good. Well, more so when he found the motherfucker who had shot him. 

“You ripped your stitches, dickhead.” She said annoyed lifting up his bandage and he hissed a little in pain but looked at her annoyed.

“Well, sorry for sitting up and being defensive, seeing as I woke up somewhere I don’t know without my phone, with a stranger.” He said sarcastically and she scoffed at him which he took a little offence too, no one dared to speak and behave like this around him, yet if she worked for them, she must know who he was and what he was. Meaning she was either bold or just daft, he was betting the ladder. She sighed and got up, reaching her hand out to him.

“Come on. Let’s get you stitched up before you bleed out on my couch.” She said and he looked at her and before she nodded and got down so he could put his arm around her, and she help carry him to the bathroom. She stitched him up in silence after cleaning the wound once again. He recognised the bathroom from the haze and was fed some more whiskey. She started talking again when she was putting the wrapping on it.

“Your phone’s in the kitchen. Took us a little time to crack the code, but I got your mums number and called her, she knows you’re here and alive, for now, told your brother too.” She said calmly now, and he looked at her as she was gently putting the bandage on his wound, if it did not hurt so much he would have thought it would be nice to be treated like this.

“Come on, back on couch, and if you bleed on it one more time. I’m ripping your stitches. K?” She said annoyed he chuckled a little at how she was treating him. He was used to getting respect so it was almost amusing seeing her like that. He laid back down on the couch and groaned a little in pain but did quickly get comfortable. She went to the kitchen for a bit and brought them both back a sandwich which he gladly ate. 

“So, you’ve been out for two days. And yeah, your mother and brother knows you’re here. We’ll move you as soon as they know it’s safe and you can move without ripping up your shoulder.” She said and he nodded taking in the information.

“And then, you’re paying for my new couch.” She said with a confident smirk and he chuckled a little amused at her. She raised her eyebrows and looked him her judgingly.

“I’m sorry, am I amusing you. You’re paying for that couch. I liked that couch.” She said sarcastically maybe even defensively he still could not wipe the smirk off his face, it had been years since someone dared talk to him like that. 

“You are amusing. Because either you don’t know who I am and who you’re insulting. Or you do know, and you’re just daft.” He said and she huffed out a breath annoyed and crossed her arms.

“Oh, I know fully well who you are. Sean Wallace, son of Finn Wallace, ceo of the Wallace coperation, and the London underworld.” She said ending in a sarcastic smile. He raised an eyebrow interested in her response.

“Then you know the last person who disrespected me got beat into a pulp before getting a bullet in his brain.” He said ending with a smirk, she leaned closer to him from her seat across from him, like she was gonna tell him a secret, then she smirked.

“I know. But seeing as you ripped your stitches from sitting up a moment ago, I would love to see you try. Besides, it’s clearly been too long since someone verbally wooped your ass.” She said ending with a sarcastic smirk which was getting on his nerves already. He could not wait till he was well enough to get away from this annoying woman.

“Can you at least tell me who you are?” He asked it being clear now that she did know who he was she just did not care, which was not a good sign. If his own employees were disrespecting him like this, he imagined the other gang leaders were following suit. He wanted so badly to not screw up his fathers legacy, and he already felt like a screw up and then all of this added pressure, he did not need this girl he did not know being annoying with him right now. She just scoffed at him and leaned back.

“Yeah, right. So you can know my name and address? No thanks. You’re probably gonna get me murdered or something.” She said crossing her arms defensively saying it in a matter of factly tone. Sean sighed and decided to be a little open with her.

“Look, unless you try and torture me and infiltrate my life to get information, I can’t really justify using the kind of money it would cost to have someone kill you and clean up afterwards. Okay, luv?” He said earnestly, she looked like she was considering it, but she was still clearly on the defence. But she sighed and uncrossed her arms.

“Promise not to murder me?” She said a little defeated Sean almost chuckled a little at that. Contrary to popular belief and his recent interrogations about his fathers killer, he did not just go around killing people left and right.

“Don’t torture me or sell information about me to the police, and then I promise.” He said calmly and she chuckled a little at how absurd she realised this kind of conversation was. 

“Fine. My names Y/N.” She said sounding a little defeated in giving up this information. Sean smiled a little feeling like he had at least won a little bit of their conversation.

“Well, Y/N, could you get me my phone? I need to get some business in order.” He said and she sighed and nodded before getting up. She walked to the kitchen and back about to hand him the phone before she stopped and he looked at her annoyed both of them knowing fully well he could not just reach for it in his current position.

“For the record, I’m not your servant. So, it’s please, and thank you, got it?” She said annoyed and Sean chuckled a little, he kind of like her. She was definitely bold, and she did not give a shit about how she talked to him. She had spunk. It had been a while since he had met someone who had spunk like that. At least in front of him. He nodded and she gave in and handed him the phone.

“Thank you.” He said a little mockingly as she walked away she flipped him off before entering the kitchen not even turning around. He called his mother to asses the situation. Sadly he was told it would probably be a while since he could be moved to the safehouse and even then it would be risky to move him. No one knew about Y/N, she was after all just a nobody who worked for him who had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. She was pretty safe for the time being. Not that he minded having to spend more time with the woman, she was definitely interesting, in a disrespectful kind of way.

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“Would you quit your whining?” She said annoyed after Sean groaned for the tenth time that day from shifting from his lying position. She was sat at her desk clearly doing something else, but he could not help that he was in pain and her stupid couch was uncomfortable. So he found himself annoyed and glaring at her. 

“I’m sorry, is my pain from my bullet wound annoying you?” He hissed annoyed at her nagging. He sometimes found her sarcasm a little intriguing, but after three days cooped up in her tiny apartment, they were both getting on each other nerves. She smiled at him a little kindly and he sighed a little relieved hoping to finally get an ounce of sympathy from the woman. 

“Thank you, it is rather annoying.” She said sarcastically and he groaned in annoyance once again, she glared at him annoyed now. 

“You could be a bit more considerate since it was less than a week ago I had a bullet in my shoulder!” He said annoyed and she just sighed and looked at him annoyed.

“Well, you snore, a lot. So I guess we’re both making sacrifices here.” She said and he groaned once again in annoyance at her. There was no winning with her. He had been there for a few days and they had done nothing but bicker. It was seriously frustrating.

“Could you stop being a bitch for two seconds! I’m sorry I groan every now and then, but I have been on this couch for a few days and I am uncomfortable. It might have something to do, with the fact that I have home made stitches in my shoulder!” He yelled at her his anger reaching its peak. He knew it was wrong after he said it call her a bitch, but it was all too much right now.

“Fuck off. I’m doing you a massive favour hiding you here. If you could stop being a prick for two seconds and actually be a little grateful towards the woman who saved bloody life, and is currently regretting that decision!” She said back through her teeth clearly annoyed as well. He huffed in anger and tired to turn away from her she just groaned in anger and left the apartment to get some fresh air. 

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Billy came by the apartment and smiled at Sean, bringing some clothes for him. He smiled at his brother and chatted with him for a bit. A little annoyed that he was risking his life to get him a clean pair on knickers. But glad to see him, really glad.

“By the way, Y/N, the girl you’re staying with love her. I was by one of the days you were out. She is the best.” He said and Sean looked at his brother confused, what woman had he met? And had she switched places with the one he was cooped up with.

“Who are you talking about? That girl, hates my guts, and does nothing but bitch about me existing in her space. She is getting on my nerves.” He said honestly and Billy just chuckled a little.

“You’ve just forgotten how real people behave around each other when they’re not scared of disrespecting each other and their territory.” He said and Sean rolled his eyes at him, but still smiled a little.

“You’ll get along. You’re probably gonna have to stay here for a good while anyway.” Billy said and Sean looked at him surprised. 

“What? Why?” He said a little worried and Billy was clearly a little taken back by this.

“Relax. I thought mum told you. She is just worried so says it’ll be a few weeks at least before she’s even thinking about moving you to our safehouse. Guess you’re gonna have to get used to Y/N.” He said with a small smile, and Sean sighed at him a little annoyed at this news. He barely wanted to spend another minute let alone weeks with this girl.

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He got better within the week, and started getting up and walking around a little. He tried to be nicer to the girl since he was stuck with him for a while. He walked into the kitchen when she was cooking one day and smiled a little leaning against the counter.

“It’s good that you’re up and about.” She said casually, but clearly in a natural, which he found a bit frustrating.

“Look, I am trying to be nice here. I know this situation is not ideal, but could we please just try to get the best out of it?” He pleaded a little, he was at the end of his line with being nice and being met with sarcasm. She sighed still having her back turned away from him, but she took a moment before turning to look at him.

“Yeah. Sorry. I really don’t like people in my space, especially bleeding on my couch and bathroom. And even less in longer periods of time. I have lived alone for a long time, I like my space just so, and you’re kinda, disrupting that.” She said honestly not looking him in the eye. He smiled a little, that was perfectly reasonable. Maybe a little too reasonable, but she had so far given him no reason not to trust her. He even saw her get ready for work in the morning and saw the employee badge. It all seemed real. 

“That’s alright. I know I have a bit of a short fuse too, but you are stuck with me. So just tell me what to do. And maybe disrupting your rutine a bit won’t be too bad.” He said smirking a little and she rolled her eyes at him.

“Too far.” She said and he chuckled a little glad he could still push her buttons. She turned back to cooking their dinner.

“By the way, on top of the couch you are also either giving me a raise, or helping pay for food, you eat so much. And stop touching my maltesers!” She said with a small smirk but clearly meaning the last part. He chuckled a little amused and put up his good hand trying to convey innocence.

“Okay, a raise or reimbursement, got it. But I’m not the one who ate your maltesers.” He said trying to convince her. It was him, but he would not admit that. For some reason he found it a bit emasculating that he liked sweets. He was a big strong, badass, gangster and leader of the London underworld. Sweets did not exactly fit his image. He saw that he had clearly failed to convince her, when she snorted.

“Sure. I mean it’s not like there is only two people in this apartment! How are you a mafia boss? You’re a terrible liar.” She said looking at him almost a little baffled at the end. He looked at her a little amused but did take offence to her last comment.

“Shut up. I’m an excellent liar.” He said daring her to tell him otherwise. He knew fully well he could lie like it was nothing. She scoffed again and crossed her arms at him walking a bit closer.

“Riiiight. And what was I exactly supposed to believe right there? We are the only people in this apartment. I know I didn’t take them. Which leaves one other person. What was I supposed to think, that the tooth fairy took them?” She said sarcastically and he chuckled a little and shrugged.

“Well, maybe it’s because it isn’t about something important.” He said and she raised an eyebrow at him clearly getting an idea.

“Okay, try me then? Lie to me.” She said challenging him, he found it a bit intriguing and amusing but took the challenge and stepped a little closer to her.

“It gotta be a little personal, the best lies are. So for example. I would do this.” He said with a smirk, before using his good hand to trace down from her shoulder to her hand before gently grabbing it and lifting it just a bit. He then looked into her eyes at she looked at him a bit shocked but he just smirked, she had asked him to lie to her.

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I really wanna kiss you.” He said slowly and not too high of a volume, but still above a whisper. She looked at him a little stunned but then he pulled back and smirked, a little too proud of himself.

“See? I’m an excellent liar.” He said and she just rolled her eyes at him finally being pulled from her little daze. It was a little intriguing to him that he could make her behave that way.

“Whatever. I could totally tell you were lying.” She said clearly just trying to cover up how weird that had made her feel, he chuckled a little.

“Right.” He said dragging the word out laughing a little at her as looked at him annoyed.

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They did start getting along a lot more. He helped out around the house as best as he could with his shoulder. They seemed to naturally develop their own little rutine around each other. She was still sarcastic and annoying and not taking any of his shit. But it was growing on him a little. He found himself liking that he could annoy her so easily, and she could annoy him so easily. It was like she had direct access to his brains annoyance center. But he liked pushing her buttons, and it was becoming more and more in a joking manner. He was not exactly the type to have friends, but after a week and a half with her, he would not mind calling her that. She was funny and threw popcorn in his face if he disagreed with her or talked during a movie. They had also taken to pushing each other lightly when other was being annoying, of course both being conscious of his still healing shoulder. As time passed and they found themselves more and more at ease in each others company. He almost felt a little awkward having to sit shirtless in front her as she rinsed his wound and put a new bandage on it. It felt almost intimate, which they had not been anywhere near since he had lied to her. It was a lie, or at least back then it was. She was funny, annoying but still, and sweet, and playfull almost. He clearly liked her company, and he liked that she was not afraid of him at all. She was pretty too. He found himself more and more admiring her eyes and smile and the way her hair flowed and especially started noticing when she would walk around the apartment in those tight yogapants on the weekends. He tried to shake all of those thoughts from his head. She tried to stop herself from looking at his shirtless body, it was not like she did not notice, she had needs and she was not blind. But he was also annoying as hell, and a rich prick. But he was also annoyingly sweet sometimes, and funny and he was annoying but there was something weirdly and much to her dismay endearing about how he liked pushing her buttons. As they had spent a lot more time together and learned each others rutines and stuff it was obvious whenever he was annoying now that it was on purpose. And there was something a little thrilling about him, she did not know if it was just her old and she hoped dormant attraction to a little bad boys, or if there was just something about how easily it was for her to get under his skin. It was almost in a sadistic way fun for them to get under each others skin just a little. Besides he was great looking which was hard to avoid with a guy you lived with. His stubbles, his clear blue eyes, his dimples, she had seen him at the office and while there was something about seeing him in his tailored suits his much more casual clothes along with his gold watch was still something she found annoyingly attractive. But she tried to push that thought to the back of her head.

After a month living in her apartment, they were sitting on the couch watch telly when the door opened revealing Sean’s mother, she smiled at Y/N and then Sean. Y/N looked to Sean confused, but he just shrugged signally that he did not know his mother was coming by.

“We found out who tried to shoot you. They’re tied up right now. We can go home love.” Marian said relieved and glad to see her other son unharmed and safe. Sean nodded with a smile, a little excited to go home and sleep in his own bed. 

“That’s good mom. I’ll pack and we can go.” He said and she smiled as he got up to pack she turned towards Y/N who stood up feeling a little out of place now, but Marian just smiled at her kindly.

“I cannot thank you enough for keeping Sean safe. I hope he was not too much trouble. I don’t know how we can ever repay you. But know that you are always welcome in our home if you need anything.” She said taking her hands in hers and looking Y/N in the eyes clearly meaning every word. Marian would do anything to keep her sons safe, and this woman had helped with that. Y/N just smiled and nodded.

“Thank you. No worries. He was a little annoying in the beginning but he has grown on me. Besides, he knows what he owes me.” She said a little amused and the last part a little louder making sure Sean heard it. Sean chuckled as he shook his head at her. She had kept reminding him. He packed the last things before meeting his mother and Y/N in the hall.

“Yeah yeah, couch and a raise, I know.” He said feigning annoyance but smiled fondly at her, she just chuckled and Marian looked between then a little confused but said nothing. 

“Because I don’t want to forget it.” She said a little sarcastically, and he chuckled a little once again.

“Oh, I am not gonna miss that.” He said and she rolled her eyes a little but kept her smile on her face. He smiled at her earnestly now and looked her in the eyes.

“But seriously, thank you, for everything. However reluctantly you did safe my life. So thank you.” He said earnestly, she blushed a little not knowing how to handle him serious all of a sudden, she stood there for a moment clearly happy about how grateful they were not used to being thanked like this. She ended up shoving him lightly out of instinct and just not know how to handle this serious side of him.

“You’re welcome. At least now I can have my maltesers in peace.” She said trying to deflect how weird and awkward and like a school girl with a crush he had just made her feel. He chuckled a little and shook his head, before leaving with his mother.

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They both got back to their normal lives. He started noticing her now that he could go back to the office and they would smile at each other if they did see each other but never talk. It was like an unspoken agreement, that he had his life and she had hers, even if they had both put it on pause for a little month. He somehow missed her couch a little, when he got back to his own bed, it was somehow too soft and he tossed and turned trying to get comfortable in it again. She in turn found herself thinking something sarcastic and turned to say it to him, but stopped herself when she realised it had been a reflex and he was not there anymore. She texted him a picture of her new couch which he had transferred money for. He sent her a smiley back, but they never took it further. He was back in his life. Trying to run a business and a gang while trying to figure out who killed his father. He had too much on his plate, and he definitely did not need anyone knowing there was any more people he cared the slightest about. She hated to admit it, but she was missing him, her small apartment somehow feeling empty without him there. So when she found his shirt with her laundry she first tossed it to a chair nearby thinking she could return it whenever. But that night when she could not fall asleep, missing even his stupid snores, she grabbed the shirt and found herself calmed a little by the familiar scent. He found a black t-shirt that was too small for him, so he figured it was hers he must have grabbed in his haste to pack. He first thought nothing of it but when he could not sleep at night, he found himself reaching for it, it was so familiar now, and somehow calming. He did miss her, and he knew it was stupid and irrational, but he found himself not being able to concentrate and one night he simply had enough. He did not care that it was the middle of the night he got in his car and drove to her apartment, knocking on her door. She opened it and looked at him confused.

“Sean?” She asked and he smiled a little.

“What are you doing here? It’s one in the morning. I have work tomorrow. For your company.” She said sarcastically and he could not help but smile a little more that. He had missed her voice, and her stupid sarcasm. 

“Honestly? I fucking missed you. I just, I have so much to do, between work for the company and the other side of it, on top of trying to find out who killed my dad. And yet, I missed you. So much.” He said earnestly but honestly just a little frustrated with himself. She smiled a little and leaned against her doorframe.

“And who says I missed your ass?” She said challenging him and he smirked a little at her for doing that right now. But he looked her over and grinned a little.

“Well for one, that looks like one of my shirts.” He said and she looked down having not realised that was the t-shirt she had grabbed to sleep in. She looked back at him embarrassed but he was looking at her so annoyingly proud. He did like that she had clearly missed him too, why else would she wear his shirt to bed. He liked it on her. 

“That proves nothing.” She said crossing her arms in protest refusing like always to let him just win. He stepped forward a little confident, so they stood pretty closely. 

“Right. Remember when you told me to lie to you?” He asked and she looked him in the eyes a little shocked. She had tried not to think about that day. She did, but she tried not to. 

“What about it?” She asked clearly some cracks in her sarcastic demeanour which he was proud of that he could do still.

“It’s not a lie anymore.” He said looking at her earnestly. He meant it and he wanted to see if she felt the slightest same way. Her eyes widened a little she was surprised by this but tried to gather herself again.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” She asked not really knowing how to respond and just said the first thing that came to mind. He smirked and got closer to her.

“Well, if you’ll let me. This.” He said before gently putting his hand on her cheek. They looked into each other eyes trying to read the other. Before he finally saw no objection and leaned down letting his lips meet hers. It was gentle at first but soon they both started pulling each other closer wanting more. She walked backwards slowly and he slammed the door behind her, not pulling away from her. He might have been disoriented when he first woke up on her couch, but that was nothing to how she was currently clouding all of his thoughts, but this time, he was not complaining. 

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diamond trail finale — myg

Plot: The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Yoongi x Consigliere!Y/N

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 3k+

Genre: Mafia | Marriage | Mature Themes/Fluff/Smut

Tags & Warnings: criminal activities, mentions of past abuse (outside of the pair), explicit smut (spanking and very brief anal play), mild violence, coarse language, prostitution, slightly more graphic physical violence in this part (it’s brief but beware) 

Authors Note: here's the finale peeps! hope you like how I ended everything off! as usual, let me know what you think of this story and a like/reblog/comment go a long way!

Nectar Oak still had the same atmosphere as it did all those years ago. The smell of allspice flowers and jasmines, plumes of smoke flowing out of the customers’ mouth as their wallets emptied and cheeks glowed from excitement. All the workers held themselves up with the elegance of a geisha despite knowing they’d never be considered to such a standard. You looked up at the height of the building. How much bigger it looked when your mother used to hold your hand walk you around the streets just for some fresh air.

You felt like a ghost eerily wandering the place an old part of you died. You didn’t miss it but you could feel her. The innocence of hoping that you’d never have to work here and the relief of finding a better life. Not the best life. It was still filled with tears and suffering but at least here, she was in power. And she had the people she loved.

Silk red robe draped upon your form, resemblant of a traditional hanbok twisted and ‘modernized’ to create an erotic appeal. Golden vectors curled to accentuate your waist, the band covered your torso to enhance the curve of you breasts and you hair loosely tied by a gold clip encrusted in emeralds. You habitually touched your finger but found it empty, a small twinge of anxiety grew heavy in your chest.

*With a deep reluctant breath, you pulled off your wedding ring, hugging it to your chest before carefully placing it in a jewelry box for safe keeping.

When Yoongi saw you, a cold wave washed over him. Like the cruel turns of time twisted back to those days where he felt the walls closing in on him. Preventing him from holding onto his parents’ legacy for his mother and building his own family. His heart already dropped into the pit but he still noticed the ache. “Let’s get this over with.” He muttered under his breath.*

The owner of Nectar Oak became one of your connections. A solid reminder that things were not as it used to be. You talked to him like you were his equal rather than a worker. He also had enough brains to know he wasn’t talking to a random worker anymore. He was speaking to someone who could break his business in a blink. The thought of it caused sweat to drop on the sides of his temple.

“You know how to promote me, Jung,” you spoke as you two sat in his office. “Just do what you do best and your building will stay safe and funded.” A smile tugged at your lips, sadness gripping your gaze but you knew well to hide it from the likes of his kind.

Yoongi secluded himself in one of the courtesan rooms. He sat on the velvet couch, shirt sleeves rolled up and a cigarette between his fingers, burning eyes fixated on the cameras set up inside Nectar Oak. Particularly targeting you and Jungkook.

The man-child arrived in a half hour. Exactly on time. Black dress shirt and his cheeks sucking in an almost burnt out cigarette, dark hair messy and damp with the look of someone who was given everything he wanted. He blew the plume of smoke as he eyed the courtesans dressed in coloured silk.

Jung, the plump owner of the courtesan house pranced over to Jungkook with a jovial smile. “Welcome, sir!”

“Jung.” Jungkook grinned, leaning against the emerald marble counter. “What’ve you got for me?”

“Only the finest, Master Jeon.” Jung chortled, grabbing the hardcover book designed in teal and gold vectors. Inside were different pictures and descriptions of all the patrons that lived in the current courtesan house. “We have your favourite selections of curvy and petite as you well know. There’s also the special treatments if you require a little more spice.”

Jungkook scanned the book with an air of a teenager seeing a picture of a naked woman for the first time. Hungry eyes finally stopped and stared at one picture. “Who is she?”

“Uh—oh, she’s not quite available yet, sir.”

Hunger turned to determination. “Why not?”

“Well—see her prices—she’s one of our most risky patrons.”

“You’re saying I can’t afford her?”

“No, no no no!” Jung chuckled nervously without hitch of losing his act. “It’s just—only a select amount of customers have actually been able to have a session with her. She has her own ground rules, you see and some extremely challenging—eh—punishments if those rules are abided by. Experienced employee benefits.”

Yoongi had to hand it to him for his marketing skills. Anyone like Jungkook would love a challenge if someone thought they couldn’t do it.

“I’ll take her,” Jungkook said. “Whatever the price.”

“Oh, sir—”

“I don’t like waiting, Jung. Let’s not taint this friendship we have, hm?” Jungkook narrowed his gaze.

Jung let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Of course, sir. I will call her down.” He pressed on one of the buttons at his desk.

Yoongi heard the buzz from the vanity table where you sat.

You stood up from the chair, walking out of the room without sharing a glance at Yoongi so you could steel yourself. The time for softness wasn’t now.

Walking down the wooden stairs, even the echoes of your shoes were too familiar. Time rewound, bringing you right back where you started. No. You mentally shook your head and raised your chin. Your presence lit up the room, silencing the younger members and alerting the other customers. The silk train left behind exuded an air of magic, like wildflowers growing at your every step.

All the illusion of a trained courtesan in this country.

Jungkook stared at you, hunger burning in his eyes as he stamped the cigarette on the silver ashtray lain on the counter.

“Master Jeon,” you said, bowing in front of him. “Pleasure to be of your service.”

“Pleasure is all mine,” Jungkook spoke with the delicacy of a lover but the fire of a conqueror. “Jung here holds you to high regard in this establishment.” He walked close to your form until he towered over you, feeling the filmsy satisfaction for seeing your gaze lift for him. “I’m excited to see what the mystery is all about.”

You side-eyed Jung with a calculated smug smile, reddened lips and eyes moist. “He’s an enthusiastic man but not a liar, I assure you. One doesn’t make a room stand still like this without having a few skills under her skirt.” Your cheeks glowed like polished jewels.

Jungkook chuckled under his breath. “That’ll be all, Jung.”

Jung bowed with a wide grin and walked away.

You held onto Jungkooks’ hand. “This way, sir.” Nervousness faded completely as the mission at hand became your first priority. The scent of opium was thick around Jungkooks’ form as he shifted closer, nudging his nose in your hair slightly. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Master Jeon.”

“Oh? Nice things I hope.”

“Tales of conquering the higher ups and standing up for the street dwellers.” You looked over your shoulder. “You’re a hero amongst the whispers of the alley.”

If confidence had a physical form, it’d be like gold oozing down Jungkooks’ ears and mouth like tears and slobber after sex. He was young. His nerves were easy to tug and manipulate to your whim. “Do you think I’m a hero?”

You hummed with a cheeky shrug. “I like physical proof of things rather hearsay. Lingers more on the mind.”

“I can fix that soon.” Jungkook moved his hand over to your waist, squeezing and digging into the skin. You tried not to wince. “And when I’m done with you, you can watch the chaos I created soon.”

“Chaos?”

“I’ve achieved a magnificent feat of having the Queen of Gae Pa herself…” He pressed his lips against your ears. “…giving herself over to me.”

A tiniest twinge of anxiety tugged at the back of your mind but you stayed steady. “Was I really that obvious?”

“If I could steal all of the most powerful gangs’ precious items, I think I could recognize your face.” Jungkook traced a finger down your cheek. “Must say you’re a thousand times more beautiful than your pictures.” He moved his fingers down to the curve of your breasts. “Your daughter looks just like you.”

The anxiety that tugged now flooded your entire body, hot rushing in then freezing. All in confusing pattern until your head started spinning. Glossed eyes blinked slowly and your chin raised, staying strong.

“I have my own spies too,” Jungkook whispered. “There’s alleys and streets everywhere. Enough sorry souls to do anything for a new life. You understand that, don’t you?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Do you have her with you?”

“Oh no…I’m not that evil.” Jungkook jutted his lips out. “She can stay happily in that cute safehouse. Except there’s eyes always on her.”

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. A neutral expression on your face. “What’s your negotiation?”

“Nothing special. Just for all the Dons to pledge themselves to me.” Jungkook shrugged. “Especially Don Kim and your husband.” He tilted his head. “You also know just as much as I do that I have every measure possible to ensure they won’t say no.” Palm traced up her back to her neck. “And I also require your mind. Despite my little street friends running around, you have the most connections known to the underworld. Your body could be a wild bonus.” He smirked.

You raised your chin, breath sucked in and stuck in your throat. “I don’t want to talk in the hallway. Everything is being recorded.” You spoke under your breath.

Jungkook hummed as you brought him towards the bedroom.

Yoongi refrained from trying to break another mug of coffee. Instead he listened carefully. Anxiety shook through his body hearing a stranger—no, their fucking rival—speak of their daughter. But he knew what had to be done. Eyes sharp, he flickered his gaze over to the corner of the courtesan room. The bed adorned in red and gold silk sheets held a figure, both arms tied to the bedposts and his mouth gagged with cloth, stained with the blood from his fresh glistening wounds.

He stood up from his chair, hands dug in his pockets as he examined the heaving body. “You’re up, Kim.” A sinister smile flashed to Taehyung. Silent reminder on who held one of the underworlds’ pillars. The lead alpha of this country. That same terrifying individual now stood here, heated with anger and the urge to protect his family sent sizzles throughout the room.

Taehyung blinked slowly as the realization hit him.

Jungkook wasn’t coming out of here unscathed.

***

It was the best news you received in a while. They found him. Kim Taehyung.

Your notes at the auction managed to help the spies track down the buyer. Apparently they wanted to be rid of it after hearing of the murders in the other gangs. They kept it hidden in their backyard instead of displaying it. You took it off their hands and sent it to Jwi Pa.

Despite their current clean slate, the gang still had the best trackers. You needed them to find the elusive auctioneer. The moment they saw the ledger in your gloved hand, they were putty. Any request and they would abide.

Kim Taehyung lived in a private estate personally gifted by Jeon Jungkook once he rebuilt Mal Pa to its former glory. As soon as his location was exposed, it took only a couple of minutes of breaking through security and having the man in their grasp. Jungkooks’ weak spot.

Nor Yoongi or Namjoon were happy to see him. Both of them failed to push back their punches but they knew enough to keep him alive.

“There’s a high chance Jungkook will know my face,” you said.

“So send someone else,” Namjoon suggested.

Yoongi tightened his jaw, not wanting to admit the truth that was right in front of him. “She’ll know what to do better than anyone.”

“You have so many talented spies!” Namjoon gestured wildly. “Fucking hell, I hate that I’m the one who has to admit it.”

“A scenario, Namjoon.” You intertwined your fingers together. “If Jungkook sees through the operation, what do you think they’ll do to a faceless spy?”

“If it’s her then Jungkook will be distracted.” Yoongi curled his fingers into tight fists.

“Well enough for me to actually bring him to the room whether he finds out or not.”

Namjoon let out a frustrated sigh. “Why is it so annoying that it’s a good idea?”

“For the first time, Kim, I agree.”

You gave them both sharp looks. “We end this now. No hitches.”

***

Opening the door, Yoongi noticed your glossed eyes. He wanted to hold you right there and then but there was still work to be done. Yoongi knew partly you were maintaining an act. It wouldn’t finish until the curtains were closed.

“Don Min!” Jungkooks’ lips stretched ear to ear. Expression bright and confident of the achievement right in his grasp. In a split second, his gaze flickered over to the tied figure. The golden tones of his skin lost its vibrancy, grin disappeared and his eyebrows in the realization of the bleeding man. “Tae—”

Taehyungs’ groans and screams muffled by the soaked cloth. Eyes flooded with tears as Namjoon closed the door behind Jungkook. There was no way to escape.

Jungkook looked over his shoulder. Both the leaders of Gae and Sutal Pa together in the same room. Caging him in. Namjoon had a satisfied smirk, dragging the stone mallet towards him.

Out of instinct, Jungkook pulled the gun out of his holster and pointed it to your chest. A sense of accomplishment rushed through him when he saw Yoongi raise his gun frantically. He could do this. All that progress to come this far from a street rat to a gang leader. It couldn’t all end here in a second. It was too quick. He needed to breathe. "Want to see which bullet reaches first?”

Taehyung protested through his cloth, struggling out of the rope.

You pushed Jungkooks’ hand to the side with your left hand, causing a stress shot to speed past your shoulder. Right ear ringing, you used your other hand to reach for the grip. Gun now in clasped in your hand, end of the barrel pointed at Jungkooks’ heart.

Yoongi didn’t hesitate taking a shot at Jungkooks’ leg, causing him to drop on his knees with a pained grunt.

Namjoon chuckled with a raspy tone, raising his stone mallet. “What a good day.” He slammed the mallet on Jungkooks’ calf. The crack and scream that came afterwards was one that could haunt you at night. But it was nothing new in the underworld. You try to break the underworld pillars, they’ll break you back ten times worse. It was the law in this hell.

You watched Jungkook thrash on the ground, blood darkening the wooden floor. Mixed with Taehyungs’ loud sobbing. It was a nursery rhyme of nightmares. Melodies of suffering that will melt into the walls of the courtesan house. No one will speak of it but they’ll know. They’ll never forget.

***

The new dawn arrived golden and the birds sung the continuous reign of Gae and Sutal Pa. Mal Pa was once again broken down into chaos as their usurper leader stepped away from his position and hid away after the two gangs made their example clear. Taehyung, still healing from his own wounds, opted to stick by Jungkooks’ side. The new looming darkness over their faces were hard to miss.

“If it’s worth anything, Jeon, you did good.” Yoongi stood over him on the stretcher. “Just not good enough.”

Jungkook stayed silent, gaze averted to focus on Taehyungs’ shirt. “Might not be me but someone else’ll come back to do the same thing. You can’t reign forever.”

The diamond ending of every underworld devil. Every gang had it. That one day when everything falls apart before their eyes and there was nothing to do about it. A fate worse than assassination.

Sun peaked through the buildings, framing Yoongis’ silhouette and casting warmth on his cool cheek. “It’s true. But when it does, it’s gonna be by my hand.”

Jungkook blinked over at him in confusion.

Yoongi smirked, gently tapping his shoulder. “Get well.” That day for Yoongi wasn’t to be shut down by another gang or a new leader. But to throw the match in himself and see it all burn. The beautiful end to his diamond trail.

Jungkook and Taehyung were moved to secluded area, away from any kind communication with the underworld.

Street dwellers will be loyal to anyone that could promise them something good. Now that Jungkook couldn’t provide it anymore, they scurried like rats under Yoongi or Namjoons’ wing. The underworld, even in the top ranks was cruel and brutal, leaving no mercy for even the good-hearted.

When you arrived back to the manor, the first thing was to remove the god awful dressing from the courtesan house. You draped back into your work dress, letting out a sigh of relief that it was all a play.

Namjoon paid a small visit to cast a farewell. Shaded eyes scanned across the mansion, admiring the architecture and paintings. Or just staring at them to avoid eye contact with Yoongi. “So European.”

“My mother grew up travelling between France and Italy,” Yoongi said. He dug his hands into his trousers. “She really liked all the architecture of the old buildings.” His heart swelled remembering the years after their father passed away. They found a new venue and spent over a year just working on the house. It was the most time they had ever spent alone without any kind of distractions from their father.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking—what happened to your mother?” Namjoon asked. “She was quite young when she married.”

Yoongi hummed, a sad smile tugged on his face. “She wasn’t well for a long time. Since she gave birth at a young age, the stress of it had lot of side effects in the long term. She held out long enough to ensure that I wouldn’t have to live with my father alone.”

Namjoons’ expression softened. “I’m sorry. Having a good family member in the household is already a rarity in itself. I can’t imagine losing them.”

In the small silence, you stepped down the stairs. You met the two men with a kind smile, fingers intertwined together. “Nice to see you two playing nicely.”

Yoongi smiled. “Of course.”

You, Namjoon and Yoongi padded outside of the manor into the afternoon light. The black SUV glinted and the guards looked like insects scurrying to their positions so that Namjoon was protected.

Pausing at the end of the entrance stairs, Namjoon turned to face the two of you. “It was fun working with you—just lighten up a little more.”

“Not a chance,” Yoongi stated plainly. “But—it was good not being at war for once.”

Namjoon smirked, eyes flickered to you with a softened expression. “Good day, my lady.”

You nodded in acknowledgement as the male turned on his heel and climbed into his SUV. A sense of relief washed over your form. Yoongi took your hand and escorted you back into the comforts of the manor.

“The diamond gun is back in its original place.” Yoongi let out a long exhale, emptying his chest of the anxiety. “I can take a fucking nap now.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in the crook of your neck. A silent reminder that nothing was lost in this fight. You were safe and your childs’ location was still unknown to everyone else. “I know what you were doing.”

“You did?” A smile stretched across your lips.

“Taehyung was just a final tick.” Yoongi led you over to the couch, settling down with a deep sigh. “Jungkook was more terrified at the fact that Namjoon and I actually worked together.”

“If you two fought then both the pillars would’ve been crumbling. Easy for Jungkook to break.” You traced your fingers across his raven fringes. “Maybe you two should stop bickering so much. Just in case another street dweller comes in to hurt you.”

“One step at a time, my love.” Yoongi smiled, throwing his head back against the couch. “How’s Jewel?”

Jewel was her nickname. Her eyes shone even when there was no light reflecting off them. Maybe it was just their rosy lenses but you didn’t care. “She’s been moved to another safehouse. She says she’s happy.”

“Good.” Yoongi nodded. “That’s good.” He held onto your hand and kissed it. “We’ll all be together soon for the holiday. I promise.”

“I’ll make sure of it.” You raised a brow.

Yoongi loved his new family.

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Coal for Christmas

Summary: Holidays at the Manor. Now including: fistfights with Santa Claus, coal, and angst.

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone!

Holidays at the Manor were always interesting. At first it was Wilford dropping random gifts off for Dark if he remembered that year, to which Dark responded with a gift of his own.

Then they got Bim, and gifts on Christmas became a common thing. Bim was lavished with gifts and sweets. Traditions of stocking and trees replaced a drab and colorless Christmas.

They had started getting into a rhythm when the Lost Ones were brought into the Manor. Their childhood awe for the season was extinguished when the only children to receive gifts from Santa that weren’t oily and flammable were King and Yancy. But Dark and Wilford supplied them with a mountain of gifts of all kinds.

Now that they were older with various types of crimes from their time in the criminal underworld they all got coal and rather scathing notes from the “jolly” specter of Christmas. But they had their own traditions and now they were trying to include the Manor’s newest inhabitants in those traditions.

It was Christmas Day.

Illinois was talking to Memento and Mori. He was trying to get them away from the stairs before Memento destroyed the stairs by dragging an obscene amount of snow into the House and turning the Manor’s stairs into a ski resort for himself and Mori.

“Look, being a demon in Egoton means you just get coal for Christmas,” Illinois warned.

“So, you’re saying it’s the one time of the year that we can burn our gifts?” Memento smiled.

“Sure, yeah, in the fireplace, not in the rest of the House,” Illinois promised.

BANG!

“Ho! Ho! Ho!”

Illinois looked back to see that Santa Claus had taken a battering ram and burst open the door.

“You asshole! We have a chimney!” Illinois shouted.

“Santy Claus!” Mori shouted with absolute glee. He threw his hands up in the air.

“I’m not testing that again with your crazy father.” Santa’s battering ram disappeared in a flash of glittering magic. In its place was a large red bag and he threw it into the house with the force of a disgruntled FedEx employee.

“What are you doing back?” Wilford shouted as he raced in, Dark following after him and rubbing at his temples.

“Merry Christmas, you bastard!” Santa tossed a small wrapped gift at Wil, the object bouncing off his head and landing hard on the ground.

“Chris,” Dark sighed in greeting.

“Bitch,” Santa greeted Dark, tossing him a small wrapped box before he was tackled by a very angry Wilford. Wilford had gasped upon hearing the insult.

While the two were fighting on the floor, Wilford literally biting Santa whenever he had the chance to, Dark took the opportunity to unwrap his gift. Inside was a carton of cigarettes.

“Huh,” Dark looked at the box. “Marlboro. Nice. Thank you, Chris.”

The Entity opened up a portal to send Santa away and pulled Wilford away from him like an unruly pet.

“Wil, he’ll be back next year,” Dark sighed, sliding his new carton of cigarettes into his suit pocket.

“If death wasn’t a hilarious joke, I would have him murdered and strung up,” Wilford told Dark.

“Noted, you can find him later,” Dark promised.

“Looking forward to it,” Wilford huffed and picked up his “gift” which was just a lump of coal. An object he planned on hitting Santa with after he found that nice powerful rifle Dark kept up in the attic with the incorrect spelling of his name engraved into it.

“William” was a terribly incorrect way to spell “Wilford”.

Illinois had already dragged the bag over to the tree where it opened on its own and the bag disappeared into a puff of silver and red glitter.

Unlike other years there were tags on the gifts, and there were four gifts that were obviously not coal. One was a large, oddly shaped gift for Eric. The other three were smaller boxes for the triplets.

“Why did you fuckers get gifts?” Bim demanded angrily, Mori scooping up his gift immediately.

King scoffed, “I get on the naughty list for tax evasion, and you two have literally killed people. That’s absolute bullshit.”

“Well we’re obviously not hellians like you,” Mori boasted.

“No, Santa’s just mad that Dad fucked his wife,” King dismissed. “That’s the difference. You three are only one-third Wilford and so he doesn’t have to give you a bad gift.”

Tempus opened up her gift to see a small stained glass vase. Memento had a new wallet. Mori got something that looked like a spyglass.

Tempus gasped as she opened up the gift. “Oh it’s so pretty.”

There was a loud squeal of delight as Eric timidly opened the gift and found a giant stuffed teddy bear.

Eric’s entire face lit up as he hugged the giant teddy bear.

Illinois rolled his eyes and smiled, ignoring the wrapped lump of coal in light of Eric’s happiness. “Pretty cool bear, huh, dulcito[1].”

“I-t’s so big,” Eric was practically shaking in excitement.

Illinois smiled and just scooped up Eric who was still holding the bear and relocated them to the couch. Mori, King, and Bim had devolved into some kind of argument.

“What’s the bullshit barrier for entry in this damn holiday?” King demanded. “I’ve never hurt anyone.”

“You do scream at people in the park and attack them with squirrels,” Illinois reminded.

“Yeah, but I don’t kill them,” King said. “This is absolute horseshit.”

“Nah, this is a wonderful time of the year,” Memento cackled.

Illinois participated in teasing King and ribbing the triplets. He instinctively glanced at Dark. The Entity had been tense almost all day, but apart from that it was a relatively normal celebration. Dark, Wilford, and all the kids.

But that was the problem.

Chase hadn’t shown up.

All of the Lost Ones had been expecting Chase to drop by, or at least take the triplets for the night. The marksman was nowhere to be seen. Dark hadn’t even brought him up.

“아빠[2], when is Chase coming over?” Illinois asked.

Dark froze, looking at Illinois in apprehension.

Mori, however, spoke up, “I’ll get him.”

He was already drawing a portal to Chase’s apartment, and leaning inside. “Hey, Dad!

Chase had been watching something on the TV and was startled when Mori ran in.

“E’erythin’[3] alright?” Chase asked.

“Yeah, was wondering when you were coming over,” Mori smiled. “We got gifts from Santa. Well I got a gift. Bim got coal.”

“Fucker!” Bim shouted from the Manor side of the portal.

Mori turned and flipped Bim off.

“Kinda[4] used ta[5] not seein’[6] the kids on the holidays,” Chase admitted with a shrug.

“Then get in here,” Illinois called out.

Chase hesitated before following his son into the Manor. Bim stared at Chase as he walked in, but not saying anything for the moment.

“Dark,” Chase gave Dark a little smile.

“Hello,” Dark greeted stiffly. He didn’t move over to Chase.

Wilford however appeared right by Chase’s side when the portal snapped closed.

“Hello~” Wilford smiled.

“Wil,” Chase said in reply.

Suddenly Wilford and Chase were standing in a billiard room. Chase had a pool cue in his hand and they were alone in the room.

“Hey,” Wilford smiled, leaning over the table at Chase.

“Touch me, an’[7] I’ll break yer[8] fingers.” Chase already was feeling his fingers twitch.

“One day,” Wilford winked.

“Yeah, well well don’t hold yer[8] breath,” Chase huffed.

“I do have to thank you, it’s nice seeing him relax a little bit,” Wilford smiled.

“Dark ain’t relaxin’[9] when we’re in the same room,” Chase reminded him, wanting to crack the pool cue over Wilford’s head.

“You could give it a shot, it does leave a nasty headache, though,” Wilford said.

“Dark an’[7] I are datin’[10],” Chase reminded.

“No harm in Dark having fun,” Wilford’s smile didn’t fade. “He lets me have fun, why shouldn’t I let him have some fun of his own. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in years.”

“No he’s not, yeh[11] obviously don’t know shite[12].” Chase decided to put the pool cue away instead of beating Wilford with it.

“I know he does,” Wilford chuckled and tapped his temple. His eyes tracked Chase like a cat.

Chase glared at him.

“I know my memory’s garbage, I just—” Wilford trailed off. “It would be easy for him to take Bim or the others away. When I lose memories they don’t ever come back. I get impressions, feelings if I’m lucky, but never the memories. The memories I have of Bim are very precious to me. I have to admit, it scares me a little, knowing that if I push him too far he can just take them away from me.”

The marksman stared at Wilford before letting out a begrudging sigh. “Yer makin’ it hard ta hate yah, Bubbles. An’ I wanna hate yeh.”[13]

“Well what did I do?” Wilford gestured to himself. “I’m a lovely person.”

“He was so heartbroken when yeh[11] died,” Chase told Wil. The vague feelings of sorrow, guilt, and frustration burning in his soul. After all this time he could still feel future him’s dark, all consuming emotions.

“Death, my friend, is a joke,” Wilford smiled. “It doesn’t exist.”

“Look, the options were: yeh died, or yeh fooked off an’ left him fer years. Which yeh want it ta be?”[14]

“Both of those sound awful and dull,” Wilford told him. “Why would I want to stay away from Darkling? Have you met him? He is very lovely.”

“I have an’[7] he is,” Chase agreed.

“There we go,” Wilford slid next to Chase and clapped him on the back. Which made Chase want to punch Wil in the face.

But suddenly they were back in the living room and no one was reacting as if the two of them had gone anywhere.

It took everything Chase had not to deck Wilford across the face in front of his own children.

Dark had moved to sit on the couch and Chase shrugged Wil off to go and sit next to Dark. Chase used his presence as a silent palette cleanser.

At first Dark didn’t seem to acknowledge him, glancing at Bim and Illinois but when they seemed to be embroiled in their own little argument, the Entity seemed to start calming down. Or at least he became less on edge.

Finally, Dark leaned against Chase and he seemed to get a little less tense. He only tensed up a bit when Wilford flopped down on the same couch, on Dark’s other side. The madman threw his arm around the back of the couch.

The madman placed a couple kisses on Dark’s head and face before leaning back comfortably. Wilford’s eyes glanced over to Chase, giving him a goading smile.

Chase internally bristled at that smile, and decided not to let Wilford show him up. So he leaned over to kiss Dark on the cheek.

The Entity completely froze, looking over at Wilford who was just smiling at him. Both he and Dark were sitting side-by-side. But he was subtly trying to lean Dark against Chase.

It took a little bit for Dark to calm down, but after a minute, the Entity was completely leaning against Chase.

“Yer[8] alright,” Chase promised Dark, the three older adults just watching the chaos around them. Wilford laughed and made jokes as the festivities continued.

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Post A/N: Did you know that Santa is a canon Ego? Cause I did? Do you know what else is canon: Wilford sleeping around with the spouses of people who hate him/he dislikes. So guess what my brain came up with? Yeah, Wilford fucked Mrs. Claus. It’s not my fault it’s the most likely explanation of why Santa hates Wilford but not Dark. It’s Mark’s. I’m just taking credit for calling it out. 

Accessibility Translations:

1. sweetheart

2. Dad. (Used informally; phonetically can be read as: Appa.)

3. Everything

4. Kind of

5. to

6. seeing

7. and

8. your

9. relaxing

10. dating

11. you

12. shit

13. You’re making it hard to hate you, Bubbles. And I want to hate you.

14. Look, the options were: you died, or you fucked off and left him for years. Which do you want it to be?

#superhero au #masks and maladies #foonotes #darkiplier #wilford warstache #chase brody #illinois the adventurer #ahwm illinois #king of the squirrels #mori #unus #memento #annus #tempus #scp amy #bim trimmer #santaplier #magic #slight angst #feels

[dearest-sapphics]

To go along with the Organization post, I'm gonna drop some more post about world building in my creepypasta canon. I wouldn't go as far to say this is a part 2 though because you don't need to know any previous information from the Organization post.

So

Lazari is the heir to the thrown in the Underworld, which is just a fancy term for a world that's basically our own but it's a safe haven for demons and monsters and whatnot. But Lazari doesn't know how to get to the Underworld, especially since her mom just died and she's on her own. Of course someone from her dad's kingdom came to bring her to her new home, but she kinda eats them. Her powers are just now developing and with it her hunger to other creatures' magic. Eating magic isn't like sucking it out though, it gets bloody and there's always death involved.

So after promptly traumatizing herself by killing and eating another living thing (and discovering that she can grow horns and extra teeth, ect) she needs to figure out a new way to get to her new home. Since being the daughter of a demon lord is dangerous no matter where you live, she lives in the middle of no where. Think like Sweet Tooth where they're super far away from any other human life. So she decides to head to the nearest town. And while there she meets a kindly stranger who's also looking for a family member that's willing to help her.

Enter Liu

He's a young adult, about $300 on him and fresh on the road from his aunt's house. Lazari likes all his scars. Although Liu is very hesitant, seeing as this random kid has no parent or guardian in sight and is saying she's a princess to a demon kingdom; he stills pay for her breakfast at a diner. He brings Lazari to the town's police station to try and find her family. Well, when Lazari says she's trying to find her dad's castle in the Underworld, the cop kicks them out for trying to pull a terribly planned prank. The officer thinks about holding them since Lazari mentions her dead mother, but Liu takes the offer to leave and try to help her on his own.

Liu stays with Lazari the entire day and into night. When Liu is buying them dinner at a food truck Lazari starts to get fidgety. She can smell another creature's magic, and it's driving her insane. One thing happens after another and suddenly Liu's holding two burritos while Lazari is ripping the neck out of the food truck employee, who low in behold was a shapeshifter.

Liu decides he can't leave this little girl alone, especially since her tall tales turned out to be true. What follows suit are shenanigans and a brotherly-sisterly relationship forming

This is a simplification, regardless of its length, so there are definitely questions and plot holes. I'm working on a 1 chapter story on ao3 of this so that should clear everything up and add a lot more details to this.

#creepypasta #homicidal liu #lazari creepypasta #it's a read i know

[petri808]

We’ll Take Back Heaven a Nalu Yakuza Au

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The moment Lucy left the room, Natsu simply turned and gave a silent look to his lieutenant Gray who nodded back in acknowledgment and left with one of the men. He sat back in his chair, fingers steepled below his chin in thought. Could it really be one of his own men? Some of the lower level guys didn’t always follow the rules, but it was rare for them to utterly disregard them! Oh! That really pissed him off, because they knew better then to test Natsu’s patience. There’s a damn good reason he was able to create such a lucrative gang in the heart of Tokyo when so many others would kill for it. By the age of 21, his father retired and left the position of Oyabun leader to Natsu. But, Natsu wasn’t satisfied with the old way of doing things. This was the 21st century and times must change.

It was well known that the Yakuza traversed a dangerous underworld full of illegalities. Drugs, prostitution, gambling, shake downs and extortion, theft, or in other words the seedier side of society. So that is where Natsu focused his attention. Some of the very first of the changes were to reign in unauthorized violence or any crimes that utilized it. Such a move sent a utter shockwave through the order and those that refused to let go of the old ways were swiftly eliminated to instill an image of power and fear that Natsu Dragneel was not to be messed with. His logic behind the move was simple. Do not do anything that brings attention to the gang and attacking someone on the street for a few yen is a quick way for the authorities to show up. So, in a way, Natsu was lucky it happened to be one of Lucy’s employees and not a random person, because they would have immediately called the police. Though it also brought up another question. Were there other crimes he just hadn’t heard of yet?

“Well, she’s still as feisty as ever, gihi.” Gajeel broke the silence of the room when he returned. “Could’ve cut the sexual tension with a sword.”

Natsu crossed his arms in feigned annoyance. If it were any other underling, they would have received a harsher response, but Gajeel was one of his oldest and trusted friends. “Pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s a rival, that’s it. You know that.”

“Mmhmm.” Gajeel snickered. “So, now what?”

“Gray started working on finding who it was. I want you to call your contacts at police and see if they’ve had any reports of recent robberies in the area, and if there were, any details we can use to figure out who it might be.”

“Can do boss. Anything else?”

“You think it could one of our own?”

Gajeel looked up for a couple of minutes as if he were running their personnel through his mind. Finally, he rubbed his chin. “There’s a couple of newbies, a bit young and dumb that might be stupid enough to break the rules. I’ll call my contacts first before helping Gray press the men for info. Someone’s gotta know something.”

“Good. You do that and let me know as soon as you get a lead. I want this dealt with as quickly as possible.”

“Gotcha.”

Between Natsu’s two lieutenants and their best men, they interviewed all of the most likely suspects. Gajeel’s police informant let him know that there were a couple other robberies that sounded similar a few blocks away from where Lucy’s employee and client had been accosted. He also learned those two victims gave a similar description of the robber. With the new information, along with other snitches, they narrowed it down within a few days to a low-level street guy in the organization. But unlike Gajeel’s initial hunch, it wasn’t one of the newbies. Instead, the male had been with them for a couple of years now and never caused any problems. In fact, the guy fashioned himself as a smooth talking ladies’ man who supposedly disliked violence. So, it was a bit surprising it was one of the ones they’d least expected.

Gajeel and his men found the man named Bora Prominence laying low at his girlfriend’s apartment after he’d heard the gang was looking for him. Not the smartest move. The woman gave him up without a fight, fearing the Yakuza more than her boyfriend. So, once she’d let them inside, they quickly found Bora hiding in the bathroom and dragged him out.

“It wasn’t me!” Bora screamed as the men beat him to the floor. “You got no proof I did shit!”

Gajeel planted his foot into the small of the man’s back and held him down. “Two of the witnesses saw the tattoo on your face. That’s enough evidence for us.” He growled. “You knew the code and what would happen if you broke it, so stop being a bitch.”

But Bora continued to resist the four men, pushing off the floor with his arms unsuccessfully against Gajeel’s massive weight or fending off kicks from the others. They pummeled him with fists and kicks over and over until one clear blow finally knocked him unconscious long enough to be tied up. Despite a heavy beating bad enough to leave him bruised and bloodied, he continued to scream about his innocence. Back at headquarters, they dragged him into Natsu’s office with hands bound behind his back and forced him onto his knees.

The room held Natsu sitting at his desk, along with both lieutenants, four of their men keeping Bora restrained, and lastly Lucy with the victim to Natsu’s right side. He had contacted her as soon as he knew the suspect was being brought in. And thought they were pretty certain of guilt, the woman’s immediate reaction when they’d brought Bora in of cringing back and moving closer to her boss spoke volumes.

“Is that him?” Natsu questioned to gain a verbal confirmation.

“Y-Yeah,” the woman squeaked out. “He’s the one who pushed me down and robbed us.”

Natsu’s eyes stayed narrowed and glaring at Bora as he addressed the women. “Thank you, that’ll be all. Heartfilia you both can leave now I’ll handle things from here.”

“You’re a doll,” Lucy giggled and gave Natsu a quick teasing peck on the cheek before ushering her employee away. They’d done what they needed to do, now it was his job to finish it.

“Tch, so that’s what this is all about.” Bora sneered, spitting out a clot of blood. “Cause that bitch got you all worked up over a measly few bucks?”

“Watch it!” Natsu roared. “It ain’t a good idea to piss me off anymore then I already am!” There was a fire burning behind Natsu’s stare because when he looked at this man Bora, he doesn’t see the crimes themselves, but the disobedient threat he posed to their organization. How dare this selfish ignorant punk threaten everything they’ve worked hard to build! And to accuse him of weakness in doing Lucy’s bidding just sealed the man’s fate.

Bora snapped back defiantly, though the crack in his tone gave away the fear brewing beneath. “What does it matter, I know what awaits me.”

“You’re right.” Natsu relaxed back into his chair once he sensed the man’s inevitable compliance. “You knew the consequences for crossing me. What does it matter if my rival is also benefiting in this way? Because I know there are other victims. Dumbass, how do you think we linked you to all this? Those other victims reported it to the police! Which is exactly why I have the rules I have in place! You put all of us in jeopardy by pulling this kind of stupid low level bullshit!”

“Pfft, you act like we’re saints. If the cops really wanted to, they’d look into the other illegal shit we do regardless.”

“No, it’s you who fails to recognize there is a hierarchy to the kinds of crimes that bring heat on us. Drugs? Prostitution? The cops don’t care as much, but assault? Robbing people, murders, now those are things they will pay attention to, and I will not tolerate it!” Natsu sat forward with a malevolent grin. “Welcome to the modern Yakuza.”

Drugs and prostitution were a part of the gangs dealings, but the bigger scheme was in shaking down the local business owners for protection money. Thing is, Natsu’s gang actually did the protection part causing crimes in that area for customers or businesses to drop down to nearly zero. So, while the business owners weren’t thrilled to cut a portion of their profits, they also appreciated not having to worry about security. That and because of the gangs connections, they had pipelines of cheaper priced products which helped to keep their costs down. This more symbiotic relationship is why they didn’t go to the authorities and why the gang could hold such a control over the area. Making sure the areas streets were protected from violent crime is a testament to the gangs power and would insure that these businesses stayed compliant.

“Tch.” Bora retorted. “You’re just young and dumb. Eventually you’ll realize there’s a reason why things were done a certain way in the old days.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but your days of worrying about it are over.” Natsu motioned to Gajeel. “I’m done. Get him out of my face.”

Gajeel then motioned to his men to haul Bora to his feet and drag him away to an unknown destination never to be seen from again. Cliche as it may sound, even in killing off a problem like Bora, Natsu’s gang didn’t follow tradition. Bora would be held as a prisoner until his wounds healed then his death made to look like just another suicide statistic. In the seven years that Natsu has reigned, not one murder had been laid at their doorstep and he intended to keep it that way.

Now that the Bora business was over, Natsu closed his eyes and fully relaxed into his chair with a sigh. He didn’t exactly enjoy playing the tough guy bit and only did it out of necessity. This was a life his father groomed him for since birth, but he’d love nothing more than to just settle down with a wife and start a family of his own. Not that he couldn’t already do so, but that required finding the right woman to settle down with and no one other than his old flame has ever evoked I’m him more than a passing glance.

He didn’t know how long he’d been relaxing when there was a knock on his office door. “Yeah? Come in.”

“Sorry to disturb you,” the man spoke as he quietly entered the room. Invel Yura was Natsu’s Saiko-kamon, the top advisor and managed the administrative side of the organization. “I wanted to go over your schedule for tomorrow in case I need to make any changes.”

“It’s fine.” Natsu gestured to the chair fronting the desk. Invel had been the advisor to his father for the last few years of his tenure and he fully trusted the man’s diligence.

Invel sat down and opened up a calendar. “Tomorrow morning, we have a new shipment of prescription drugs coming in as well as some ecstasy, so you’ll need to appoint someone to oversee inventory processing.”

“Hmm, who should I have work on this?” Natsu asked for Invel’s opinion.

“Might I suggest Rajeel Ramal? He’s gruff but meticulous and has done a good job so far.”

“Is that so? Then that’s fine, let him continue. What’s next?”

“Okay,” Invel scribbled the orders in his book. “Next, the only other thing you have is a party to attend with one of our high end clients.”

“Which one?”

“The son of Yuuji Katsunuma of Katsunuma industries.”

“Ah yes, the one we supply with cocaine. Such a spoiled brat, but he spends a lot with us.”

Invel chuckled. “That’s the one. It starts at 8pm.”

“Okay. Thank you, Invel. Is that all for now?”

“Yes. If anything, else comes up I will let you know.”

“I’m sure you will. Oh. Have an appropriate suit pressed and ready for me for the occasion.”

“Very well, sir. Is there anything else you need from me?”

“No. You may go.”

Invel nodded and returned to his own office. He made a few typical phone calls such as to Natsu’s house staff regarding an evening outfit and the transporters bringing the morning inventory to make sure everything was on schedule. Aside from the Bora issue, the going’s-on of business continued as normal. The final call he placed before he’d leave for lunch was to Rajeel of a simple a five word instruction. Nothing more needed to be said, knowing that his associate would understand. Invel sat back in his chair with a smile. “It’s almost too easy…”

#nalu #nalu au #modern setting #Natsu dragneel #Lucy heartfilia #nalu fan fiction #yakuza au #nalu fan fic #natsu x lucy #fairytail #we'll take back heaven #ch 2 #petri808

[alatismeni-theitsa]

anti LO anon opinions

(1) Hot take: Anyone can make a comic where the characters are different colors and have a lineless style. I feel like because of how popular it got, if you even try to do something with monocolor schemes, LO fans will think you're copying.It's a lot easier to make characters one color and a completely valid way of making art/comics. No one owns a lineless art or monocolors tho.I'd love to see comics that use colors like LO does but in a way that makes more sense.

(2) R.. Rachel knows Demeters a fertility goddess- right??? She knows that there's like a billion fertility goddesses in greek mythology right?!

(3) LO Ouranos' design is just confirming once again Smythe can only think of these gods in a Abrahamic fashion instead of their actual ancient context and society. That's why the Maidens are seen as regressive prudes, why there's such an emphasis on "purity", why men hold more power/status, why Minthe, who is the evil lustful woman compared to the good virginal Persephone, is designed literally like a devil/succubus, why sex outside of marriage/several partners is seen as bad, the list goes on.

(4) So why does Ouranos have 6 eyes in the recent chapter? Does it signify he will have 6 sons (plus 6 daughters, but unlikely the daughters are included) who will eventually overthrow him?

I noticed that both Gaia and Persephone both have hair that sometimes look like leaves, so I guess both Hades and Ouranos have a thing for women who will never "Leaf" them (I'm a language major, sorry for my weird puns)

PS, a friend of mine joked that "if Ouranos has 6 eyeballs, does this mean he also have 6 male reproductive organs? 😏" (And also Aphrodite was born from the Sea foam of Ouranos bits and pieces so...)

(5) Read the latest LO chapter, and they sure did my favorite goddess Demeter dirty by making her an overdramatic laughing stock and a quacky (whacky) mother to boot.

I think it's very disrespectful to turn a mythological wonderful loving mother who has a very healthy mother-daughter relationship with her children (Persephone) and a very dedicated and responsible Godess who is in charge of the four seasons be reduced to a laughingstock and a boss whose employees throw a party/sleaze around when she's not at work.

(6) Obviously Demeter and co. are being drawn this way in preparation for everyone to deal with Henson Co. adapting it. they only deal with childish designs like that (barring the gross puppets they like to do too. prepare LO to be full of fart and barf jokes) and it'll be much easier for them to design if the comic does the same (this is sarcasm btw. It's more likely RS has just gotten lazy and know they could spit on paper and the fandom will eat it up. why put effort into your work, right?)

(7) The only unique design LO ever does is random splotches of color, white lines for scars, pointy ears, and extra eyes, and that's at the absolute most. You could say Punderworld also suffers some same faces (especially the women) but you can also tell who is who by their outfits, props, and variations in features.

(8) This is a minor complaint but LO Hecate's design is so ugly 😭she looks like an edgy moodboard take on Edna Mode. She's supposed to be this badass witch yet looks just as boringly business as everyone else. Also wasn't she not involved with Hades until after Persephone is married? Wasn't she Persephone's companion first in myth? Why is she Hades' best friend instead and only interacted with Persephone for a study abroad semester?

(9) God, the pilot line in LO is so stupid. Are they telling us fertility goddesses are the only source of power to try and be like HAHA SEE PERSEPHONE DOESNT NEED HADES! HE NEEDS HER! Because 1) that means it’s setting up HADES to take over olympus/overthrow Zeus which is so!!! Ugh!!! Why are you messing with literal religion now?! Hades is a shit king in the underworld but she seems to want him as the head one too?! But also 2) shouldnt DEMETER be the most powerful and desired godess then? Seeing as she’s literally the fertility godess?? Why did Smythe literally skip over her to make Persephone more special?

Metis was included despite no fertility traits but the literal goddess who controls nature and the earth ISNT? How does that work?! Demeter literally made Persephone all by herself in comic but shes not in this special lineup? Not to mention it once again is making the women props for men and their games! Cant we just read a stupid romance without it being a shallow political game too?

Persephone is being used as a literal political chip and whoever “gets” her is now, essentially, holding the nuclear codes and can overthrow whoever they want.  we know it’ll be Hades, so he’s not only getting a super fertile wife to give him babies, he’s also getting a wife who never questions him, who does whatever he wants, and is now his tool to literally rule everything if he wants, which who knows, he might do so poor Hera is free of her loveless marriage because he’s just SO caring like that. Also, Apollo never wanted to overthrow Zeus?! Athena, Hera, and Poseidon did! 

Does she know this is a romance comic and the jumping between stupid romance and earth-ending drama does not mesh well? God I’m mad. This is so stupid. The damn Disney movie showed more respect than this. 

#anti LO #answered