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fanttasttica · 6 months

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I hate you more..

Rhysand x reader

Rhysand always knew how to get on your nerves. He was so good at it, that at some point, you started hating him for it., or as you thought. But as we all know, there is a thin line between hate and love..

warnings: nothing? (Feel free to corect me)

words: 3623

Author's note: At first, I thought I could do this and make Rhysand really evil, but I couldn't bring myself to it :D Sorry!

Rhysand, heir to the Night court, surely knew how to get on your nerves. He was bringing out the worst of you. He was provoking you endlessly, always having that smirk on his face. You wanted to punch him. At first, you really liked him. He was insanely handsome and seemed to care dearly about his friends, but one conversation with him was enough for you to change your opinion on him. He didn't once forget to insult you in some way. It doesn't matter if he insulted your intellect, your opinions, looks or other things, he just needed to do it. Like if it was necessary for his survival. His other friends were better, well you haven't talked to them that much and they were probably just ignoring you, but it was better than what Rhysand was doing. You sighed, knowing very well that you don't have a chance to avoid the High lord's son tonight. As if living in the Hewn city wasn't terrible enough, sometimes you had to endure boring balls, you had to pretend you were enjoying yourself, while trying to avoid certain people and never letting down your smile. You sighed, knowing pretty well, there wasn't a point in fighting it. You did not have the power to change anything and there was no chance your family would understand you and let you stay home, even only if it should be this once.

To this point, the ball was tolerable. You weren't having fun or anything like that, but you danced a few times, like your family wanted and then, they let you out of their clutches. You still had to remain in this hall, but since they did not specify where, you were hiding in the darkest corner you found. This was your favorite place. Usually, no one else was near there, since there was nothing else to do than listen to the muted music or get lost in your thoughts. And that's exactly what you were doing. You were lost in your thoughts, well to be precise, you were daydreaming about life you could have if you weren't stuck here, since your birth and probably for the rest of your life, when suddenly you heard a voice, two voices. “Are you sure no one is here?” someone giggled. You didn't know the first voice, but you knew very well who the other one belonged to. “Yeah, don't worry.” This wasn't good. Rhysand was here, not far away from you, in your hiding place and judging by the muffled giggles and other strange noises.. it was clear what he and his companion wanted to do here. You had to get out of here and if possible, unnoticed.

You had to think quickly, if you wanted to leave before he noticed you. Every second spent here was risky. First, you calmed your breathing and tried to figure out where exactly they were. The absence of light you usually welcomed was now troubling you. After you saw them, really close together and kissing, you noticed there was a little space between them and the wall. Was it enough space for you to make your escape? Well, there was the only way you could find out.. After a while, you decided to try it. Rhysand was slowly taking off the woman's dress and you didn't really have to see more of her or of him. You tiptoed over to them, holding your breath and trying not to look at them longer than it was necessary. You were almost out, before you heard a surprised scream, that made you stop and curse under your breath. You felt two pairs of eyes, watching you in shock. You turned at them and smiled like an angel. “Do not worry, I am on my way out of here..”

You started walking away faster, but something, someone, stopped you. “You are not going anywhere.” Rhys's grip on your arm was strong, there wasn't a point in trying to get out of it, but you still tried shaking his hand off. Well, it didn't go anywhere. Meanwhile that girl you saw before ran away past you, not caring how she looked. “Why were you spying on us?” You almost punched him for this. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “You think I was spying on you? Well, I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I don't find you that interesting. Actually, looking straight to the Sun would be better than looking at you, when you are making out with some girl.” You couldn't believe he would think something like that. It was ridiculous. “Oh, don't be so jealous, my darling.” Another ridiculous thing, you only rolled your eyes at him and didn't bother to answer. “Let me go, Rhysand.” Struggling against his strong grip wasn't making any progress. It only made things worse, his grip tightened around your arm as he pushed you back in the corner where you two met a few minutes ago. Suddenly, you were in the same situation as the girl before, your back pressed against the wall and Rhysands face only a few centimeters from yours.

You didn't know why, but your heart started beating rapidly faster than it was usual. You were looking him in the eyes, not sure what to do now. “Are you sure you want me to let you go? Because it didn't look like that.” His lips brushed against your neck, planting soft kisses along the way. He was surprisingly gentle. His hands were traveling all over your body, as he pulled away from your neck and looked you in the eye, then on your lips, as if he was asking for permission. Permission you didn't give him. Shaking your head, you pulled away, finally woken up from that weird trance you were in. “I.. I.. You.. Don't ever do that again. Am I clear? I do not want this, I don't want you.” After you said this, he finally let you go, backing away from you, but he was still smirking. “I mean it, Rhysand. I hate you.” He chuckled and winked at you. “I hate you too, darling.”

After your last encounter with Rhys, you were avoiding him even more, if it was possible. What was worse is the fact that you were finding yourself staring at him, not knowing why. It was annoying. Sometimes, when he noticed you, he flashed a big smile at you, or winked at you, provoking you without any doubt, exactly like today. “After you saw another of his grins, you turned your head away and began to talk to another one of many people who were here, celebrating Highlord's son's birthday. Once again, you were in the ballroom, wearing a dress picked by your mother and chatting with people she found, as she would say, good enough for you. To be honest, they were only good enough for her. You on the other hand, couldn't imagine more boring people, so when Rhysand interrupted you, you almost wanted to thank him. “I am sorry for interrupting your conversation..” He looked at you. “But I want to ask Y/N for a dance.”

Obviously, you agreed to the dance. Not that you had much to say. How would it look if you would deny the High lord's son? Especially when it's his birthday today? During the dance, you were moving elegantly all around the dance room, not talking to each other, until he decided to break that silence. “By the way, you don't need to be thanking me for saving you. I am glad I could help you.” You bite your tongue, before you could say something rude. This isn't a place for you to curse him. When you did not answer him, he continued, “Did I tell you how awful you look tonight? That dress is awful.” You sighed and looked him in the eyes for the first time since he took you on the dance floor. “Every time you do something.. at least a little bit nice for me, you have to also ruin it by saying things like this. Why are you doing it?” For the first few meetings, you were being nice to him. You gave him a taste of his own medicine after a while, when you really had enough of his rude behavior. “Why wouldn't I? Maybe I just find your angry little face funny.” He shrugged. This answer wasn't enough for you, but it was obvious that he isn't going to tell you anything else, so you endured the rest of your dance in silence.

Over the next few months, many things changed. You didn't know how and why exactly, but the lady of Night was murdered with her daughter by people from the Spring court. And as a revenge, Rhysand and his father killed almost every member from the High lords of spring family. Actually, the only one who survived was Tamlin, who had become the new High lord. You didn't know him or his family, but something in you told you, that his brothers and father deserved their fate. The lady of Night was probably the nicest person you knew. She was more of a mother to you than a biological one. And who could hate her little daughter? It was a tragedy, but two good things came out of it. The first concerned the High lord, or rather the former High lord, who also lost his life. He was replaced by Rhysand, who you didn't see as much of now thanks to his new duties, which was that second good thing. Well.. If you were to be honest, you would have to admit that you started to miss him. Without your arguing, life here was rather.. boring. That was until your parents decided to find you a husband, so you could finally be useful for your family, as they would say.

You didn't allow yourself to believe your family would find someone at least tolerable for you, but they.. did. His name was Lucius. You two were not in love, but you started liking him, as a friend. And it was more than you were ever hoping for. Wedding was set to happen three weeks from now. The only thing missing was permission from the High lord, which your father had to ask for since you were part of a higher-ranking family and he should be back with it any minute now. You were sitting in your room now, when you heard a door slamming hard, it made you jump in surprise. And out of curiosity, you decided to go find out what made someone so angry.

As you made your way in your dining room, you saw your father with your father arguing out loud. “What's happening?” They turned to you, in annoyance. Your uncle scoffed at you and your father shook his hand in disappointment. “He didn't give me that permission..“ This caught you off the guard. “What, why?” You were understanding his motives. Did he really hate you so much, he was destroying probably your only chance at happiness? You were certain he knew that you got along with your fiance, well now ex-fiance, pretty well. One of his friends was a spy at the end. “And how should I know? Y/N.. Go to your room, practice your dancing and conversation skills. We will find someone new for you on the next ball.”

You felt a pair of eyes watching you almost immediately after you walked into the ballroom. You didn't need to look at Rhysand, you just knew it was him, so you decided to ignore him. After everything he had done to you, this was the worst and you have had enough. Unfortunately, he wasn't on the same page, because after a few minutes, he appeared right next to you, asking for a dance. And since your family was near and heard him, you simply couldn't deny him. It was almost a tradition. At every ball, Rhysand would try to piss you off, dance with you, insult you and then ignore you until the next ball. Well he was ignoring you and watching you closely at the same time, like now, when you took his hand and allowed him to take you on the dance floor once again.

Music started playing and you weren't wasting any time. If you have to dance with him, you could get some answers at last. “Why didn't you give my father that permission? I got it, you hate me, but this? This was over the line.” Your voice was cold, filled with rage you couldn't hold back anymore. At this point, you didn't care if you would make a scene in front of your family and other people. “He wasn't good enough for you. Plus we both know, you only saw him as a .. friend. If that is what you call people you know for only a month.” You chuckled and shook your head. “And who is good enough for me? And why do you think you have the power to decide that?” He shrugged and pulled you closer. “Well, I am the most powerful High lord, so..” This was undoubtedly true, you felt his power intensively, but somehow, you didn't feel frightened because of that. “And I am surely better than him.”

At first, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly. You blinked twice, giving him a chance to explain the meaning of his words to you. “I know I didn't actually act like it but.. I love you, Y/N. I always had. You are.. my mate.” After this, you stopped dancing, looking at him, as if he was insane, before you also finally felt the mating bond to fall in place. Maybe you should end your dance with him and then walk off to some empty room, where you could talk this out. Or maybe you should go right away, but the first thing that came to your mind was to turn away from him and run away.

He didn't let you go that easily. He started running after you immediately, shouting your name, but you weren't listening to him.. On your way, you bumped into many people, before you finally got out of the ballroom. The halls were empty, well almost. The few people who were standing here looked at you in shock. You didn't give them the second look as you continued running away with tears streaming down your face. Not quite sure if they were angry or sad, you were only sure they weren't happy. You were mad at Rhysand. You always thought he hated you. He was nonstop rude at you, he made you hate him and you thought he felt the same and now he was telling you this? After what he had just done? This seemed cruel, even for him. You weren't sure how or when you managed to run from him, but you didn't care much. The most important thing was that he isn't following you anymore. You walked slowly to your house, then to your room, where you locked yourself away from everyone.

To your surprise, your family wasn't scolding you the first thing in the morning. And you were sure, it was only thanks to Rhysand. Honestly, it was nice of him, but also the least thing he could do, after everything he had done in the past. During the night, you haven't got enough sleep. You couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and the same scenario was repeated the next night and also night after that. There were dark circles under your eyes as a proof of your tiredness, but you were very well aware that until you clear everything up and think about what you will do next, you won't be able to close your eyes in peace. And although you were trying, you couldn't think of the best way how to approach this.

Another day full of thinking was almost over, when you suddenly were snapped out of your thoughts by a short knock on your door. You stood up from your bed, you were laying on for the past week, not bothering to check your look in the mirror before opening the door. You were expecting to see your parents, but no. It was a beautiful blond girl, Morrigan, Rhysand's cousin. On her face was a sympathetic smile as she nodded to your room. “Can I go in?” Knowing pretty well, it would be rude to not let her, you backed off the way, let her in and closed the door behind her.

For a while, she was silent, walking slowly around your room, scanning it with interest in her eyes. Finally,s he turned to you. “You know why I am here.” You nodded. It wasn't that hard to guess, she probably came not to check on you, but to persuade you into giving Rhysand a chance. “Good.. I just.. I just want you to give him a chance to explain himself. You have every right to be mad at him, honestly I would be very surprised, if you weren't. And I also know that my word doesn't mean nothing at all, but.. I am sure you would change your opinion, only if you would listen to him for five minutes..” She sighed. “He is a good male, Y/N. Not many people can see it, because he doesn't allow them to see it, but he really is.” You did not respond right away, looking down on your carpet, you considered once again your options. You could refuse and remain mad at him, not speak to him ever again.. But you could have resorted to both of these things even after talking to him. In addition, you deserved some answers. Suddenly, your next move was clear.

After you change your clothes, you let Morrigan winnow you to Velaris, sometimes called Court of Dreams, as she told you. You were surprised that a city like that existed and remained secret to every Fae who did not live in it. As you found out, Rhysand had something to do with that. You saw it only briefly, but you fell in love with this place in a second, hoping that you will have the chance to explore its beauty later, but now, you had to focus on something else. You were standing in front of the door that led to Rhysand's office, calming your breath, before you finally knocked.

After hearing Rhysand's strong voice inviting you to go in, you didn't waste any second. You were afraid that you could change your mind, even though you were already here and deep inside you knew, this was the best thing you could do. You needed to hear his explanation. Rhysand was standing behind his big wooden table, with a concentrated and a bit worried expression. “Hello, Y/N. Thank you for coming.” You nodded, “Hello to you too.” He gestured on the chair, which stood opposite his, into which he had just settled. The only thing between you two was that table, full of papers. “Why did you do it?” He smiled a little at you. “Not wasting any time, are you?” You did not smile back, your face remained expressionless. He sighed and looked down. “Believe it or not, I was only trying to protect you. You know.. what my father was like. The bond snapped for me actually the first time we met and I panicked. Maybe I don't think he would try to kill you, but I am sure he would try to hurt you psychically.” He swallowed hard. “And I couldn't let that happen. That is why I put on that mask. I was behaving like I hate you, when in reality, you were my first and last thought every day. I tried to do anything to forget about you. Like that one time on the ball, where you caught me with that girl..” He shook his head and looked you in the eyes. “I know sorry doesn't erase the things I did, like practically canceling your engagement, or words I said to you in the past, but if you will allow me.. I will spend the rest of my life making up with you..”

You were looking at the male in front of you. You thought, you knew him quite well. Not that long ago, you thought he was a spoiled son of the ruthless High lord, not that different from his father. But now? You already knew this wasn't true. He did bad things, but he did them trying to protect you. Maybe he should have used a different way, but did it even exist? After a few minutes of silence between you two, you stood up, with Rhys following by your example. Without a word, you walked around the table until you were standing right in front of him. When you were looking into those gorgeous violet eyes, you knew that you no longer hated him. Actually.. You probably did not hate him for a while now, it just took a while to realize. You put one of your hands on his cheek, stroking it gently. “I love you.” After you said these three words, you could swear that you saw a thousand stars lit up in his eyes. He hugged your waist, pulling you closer, before whispering, “I love you more.”

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buccini555 · 9 months

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✉︎¹ . . ⁽ᵇᵉᵉᵖ ᵇᵉᵉᵖ⁾ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟏 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭.𝟐 ♡

⎙ H e a d c a n o n s! / x r e a d e r!

⌕ 𝑭𝒕. Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, Hanma Shuji, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke and Naoto Tachibana

𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮

He would be completely melancholic for a while, despite that, Inupi would still love you

It didn't take long for Seishu to realize that your relationship was on the way out, you weren't present anymore, being cold and distant most of the time.

You didn't want to hurt the boy's feelings anymore, so you confessed that you didn't love him anymore.

— "I'm sorry, Inui, but I don't love you anymore." You said, watching him already despondent.

He looked at you listlessly, lowering his head shortly afterwards, avoiding looking at you, despite being disappointed, he still had the same feelings for you.

— "Everything is fine!" He smiled, walking away, Inui didn't want to cry in front of you, but he was completely broken.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

At that moment, Kokonoi realized that money couldn't buy everything he loved

— "You don't love me anymore, don't try to deceive me anymore, let alone deceive yourself." Kokonoi told you during an argument, he quickly noticed the change in your behavior and the way you treated him, no matter how much he did everything to please you, you didn't seem any happier than you were.

— "You're right, I don't love you anymore, Koko." You looked into the brunette's eyes, trying to hold back your tears, it wasn't an easy confession to make.

— "Get out of my way! I don't know what I did to receive this from you, I don't want to see your face or hear your voice anymore!" He yelled at you, something he had never done before, so you just respected his wish.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

...Even though he was abandoned many times, he never learned to deal with abandonment

— "I don't love you anymore, Izana." You directly, using few words, you couldn't go on with it anymore, so, as much as confessing it was difficult, you would do it.

— "You do not love me anymore?" Izana turned to you, completely listless, he was shaking, even though he tried not to look shaken, those words directly affected him. — "What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this?" He looked down, fixing his gaze on his trembling hands, trying to take in the fact that he was once again being rejected and abandoned.

You repeated your speech, the environment was completely silent for a few minutes, making the atmosphere even heavier.

— "Get out, get out of here! I hate you, get away from me!" was the last thing you heard Izana say to you before leaving.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

He just pretended he didn't care even though his heart was broken

— "Hanma? I'm sorry, but, I don't love you anymore." At that moment, Hanma just looked at you in silence, a serious expression took over his face.

— "Should I care about that? I never even loved you either, you were just a hobby for me like anyone else" He replied, trying to keep a tone of irony, but it was noticeable in his teary look how much he was hurt by your decision .

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

He felt insufficient, believing that it was all his fault

Kazutora feared that would happen, as he slowly noticed you pulling away, he didn't question you about it or anything like that, but honestly, he'd been expecting the worst for some time.

You finally plucked up the courage to speak your feelings to Kazutora, when you said they needed to talk, he already knew what it was about.

— "You don't love me anymore..." He said with his head down, waiting for her answer.

— "No, Kazutora, I don't love you anymore..." You replied immediately, as soon as he heard you, he started crying uncontrollably.

— "You better get away from me before I lose control" Was Kazutora's only reply.

𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

He didn't want to hear what you said, it would be too painful for Baji to deal with that situation

— "You don't feel anything for me anymore, I already noticed, it wasn't even that difficult to realize that" Baji told you, he had already noticed the change in your behavior for a long time, when you finally wanted to talk about your feelings, the same interrupted, he didn't want to hear you.

— "Baji I-" You tried to confirm what he had said.

— "Don't bother talking about it, you better go away, by the way, I'm much better alone" Baji spoke again, clearly he was hurt, and the only way to show it was using his anger, as much as he loved you , he didn't want to see you or hear from you again.

𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚

He would still love you, Naoto just wanted you well

Naoto was trying to hide the fact that he already knew about your feelings having cooled towards him, so he continued to treat you normally, but, you couldn't hide the truth anymore, so you confessed to him that your feelings for him had disappeared.

— "...Naoto? I don't know how to tell you this... But..." He cut you off with a hug, making you shut up instantly.

— "You don't feel anything for me anymore, do you?" He spoke while shedding some tears, you just nodded your head, without returning the hug from the taller one.

— "That will never change, I will continue to love you, so I want you to be happy with or without me!" Naoto released you from the hug, looking at you with a smile even though tears were streaming down his face.

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utilitycaster · 4 months

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🔥 each member of vox machina

Vax: really the sadboy narrative for Liam has always been stupid but it's egregiously bad that it started with Vax, who is like, sad for maybe a fifth of the episodes and largely because Liam O'Brien's actual mother was dying, like, with all due respect what the actual fuck, fandom.

Vex: I am the founding and probably only member of the "Vex is my favorite character and also I am 100% cool with Colville's depiction of her." The generosity she shows even very early on in C1 is still a generosity borne of some degree of security - they have a keep by then - and I also just don't think you have to like a character to write them fairly. Granted it's been a minute since I read early VMO but nothing stood out to me as out of line with my understanding of Vex.

Pike: repeating myself once again but I like Pike a lot and wish we could have seen more, but because we didn't, people who say she's their favorite in C1 do tend to turn me off in that I feel they're looking for a relatively flat and widely praised character to project onto rather than a character who goes through more messy development.

Grog: I think he's often underestimated and I was guilty of doing so myself, to be honest, until I saw Travis play more and until I personally got better at D&D. Also I still maintain that playing INT 6 sensitively and well is infinitely harder than playing INT 16, all things considered, and this is yet another reason why people should play high INT more often.

Scanlan: Also underestimated; I do understand being turned off by the whole extremely horny playboy thing but as I've said before Bard's Lament is a major litmus test for me: if you think Scanlan is completely at fault here, you are wrong, and if you think he's not partially at fault, you are also wrong.

Tary: I genuinely love him and think he's a great character and one of Sam's best, but while his character arc is strong the Taryon Darrington Arc of the VM Campaign, through no fault of his own (and partly bc I personally think D&D Hell, especially pre-Descent Into Avernus publication, is kind of boring), is one of the weakest parts of the campaign because it's kind of a grab bag of loose ends. With that said I would happily watch more Darrington Brigade-one shots.

Percy: Percy is also generally a litmus test in that it's like. Is he a good person? Eventually I believe he becomes one, and even before that I think he's very sympathetic and deeply traumatized and like, 24, so I get it, but also, who the fuck cares. This ties into the Essek and the Ashton opinions and all kinds of other stuff but why are people so invested in fucking absolving their blorbo of all sins? I want someone who's lived enough of a life to have done some heinous shit because that's fun and interesting and it's pretend and also because then they can have a rewarding character arc by either working towards redemption or coming to terms with who they are or spiraling into tragedy.

Keyleth: I like Keyleth a lot but I am, as this post indicates, far more sympathetic to Vex, and so while I do think Keyleth is a fairly good person she is also extremely sheltered and naive and terrified of doing the wrong thing and I would have, like Vex, wanted to scream at her half the time were I just a random NPC wandering about the campaign. On the other hand C3-era Keyleth? fantastic no notes she has grown up in such an interesting way.

Tiberius: I think we, and by we I mean people capable of separating the art from the artist, can recognize that his concept actually fucking slapped and unfortunately he was played by someone who absolutely sucked in a myriad of ways. I would love to see the alternate universe in which the same general concept (prodigy sorcerer from Draconia who is full of themself) had to face not just the destruction of their civilization but the realization that they were taking advantage of the Ravenites and while they did not deserve to be killed by Vorugal, had done nothing to justify aid from those they had subjugated either. Like, the alternate world in which one of the current cast members or like, a close friend of the main cast (Ashly, Erika, Mary Elizabeth) played this is one I'd love to see.

#answered #burr-ell #unpopular opinions ask meme #cr tag

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sweatandwoe · 11 months

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hello! ^u^

request for a terzo love confession fluff w/ gn reader, just need to feel smth lol

ty sm!! :D

I know you said fluff so there'll be a touch of that here, but I got an idea

Terzo x GN!Reader, Love Confession, Slight Angst, Fluff, Very very slight hint of Omega x Reader x Terzo

He needs to confess. It is not a want anymore, it is a need. The longing in his chest is becoming overwhelming, to the point he finds himself drifting into a gloomy state whenever he passes by your room.

Terzo is a man of passion. He never has a plan - he tends to just go with his heart, then his gut, and sometimes his head chimes in when he may be doing something far too stupid. Maybe that was why you hadn't spoken to him in the past week.

He can hear his head chiming in now, that the clergy will have his head for this. But he honestly doesn't care. The third Papa needs to tell you he loves you. Face to face.

The ghouls will help, they're already waiting outside your room. He knows they have probably lingered for some time now, guarding your door the moment he started to feel the need to confess. They always were aware when he was about to do something stupid.

He hopes you don't mind it. That you won't be too angry with him.

Your room is cold. Dark. Which wasn't a surprise, when he sees you laying on top of the plush bed. Flowers surround your head, and petals decorate the length of your body. There's a small shine from the glass coffin lid that keeps you fresh and contained.

He was glad he denied the burial to happen, a point of contention between himself and Imperator. You look like a fairytale in the coffin. Painted lips, a beautiful black robe covering your body. Your hands folded over your waist like you could've just been sleeping. If he flicks his gaze over you fast enough, he can almost pretend like there's a movement.

Almost.

Terzo is a man of action, and the ghouls help him. Drawing the runes in blood, guiding him in action. Omega watches over your corpse with such care, and Terzo knows how much the ghoul misses you as well. His clawed hands rest on your coffin, and he rests a gloved hand on top of the ghoul's hand, giving it a light squeeze before they're both ushered away to light more candles, or draw more runes.

The lid is removed and Terzo speaks words he knows he was forbidden to say. Similar ones he helped curse Nihil with, with his brothers so long ago.

But you'll last far longer than a song.

After it's all stated, he sits in silence for minutes. It's terrible. His chest aches, the longer he watches you remain still. Not a single twitch. And then -

You're gasping for air. Your eyes are so wide, blinking hard from the lights. He can't even imagine how dry your eyes feel now, and you're gazing around near blindly. There's a wildness to you that hadn't been present in life, but he moves his hand over to hold your own and you begin to calm.

"Terzo?" Your voice is rough, and he shushes you, gently. Leaning down to kiss your forehead and he holds your hand tightly.

"Don't speak, amore." He smiles at your wide eyes, and he moves to kiss your cheeks next too. Joy fills his chest, and he can't help but kiss everywhere he can right now, covering your face. Omega is the one who manages to pull him back when you start to feel overwhelmed. "Apologies, tesoro."

"Terzo... I-"

"I know." He holds your cheek, smiling down at you, quieting you again with a soft tone. Your voice sounds so rough, he doesn't think you should speak even though he wants to hear your voice. "And you're back now. It will never happen again. Not while I am here."

The ghouls surround the coffin. A protective barrier, as though the clergy would burst through at any moment. But they wouldn't know the spell had been performed until your living form left this room.

You sink into the coffin bed and glance at him. The fear is slowly leaving your eyes, and he holds your gaze. He will never let anything take you away again. Terzo will put his foot down, you will accompany him on tour if you must. Or he will threaten to retire-

Mist conjures up water, and helps you drink while Terzo keeps a close eye, Omega hovering behind him. Once you've drunk your fill, you look far more lively. A tension still resides in your shoulders.

"Why did you bring me back?" It's a whisper, but now it's one of shock, laced with worry, but at its core, he knows what it is - fear. "Terzo, they'll do worse than they did to me, to you, for this. You can't-"

"I have." He says it firmly because it is already done. There was no going back now. "I love you, tesoro. I couldn't stand to live without you." Leaning forward, he presses his forehead to your own. "The clergy can strip me of my Papacy. I don't care. I do not need to follow their rules to worship the Dark Lord. We can run away together, we can-"

You silence him, by touching his hand. Your fingers are warm now, and he never thought he'd relish so much into that. "I love you too."

His heart is full. He meets your eyes before you share one more kiss, before you whisper his name in question once more. "Yes, amore?"

You lean close to him and whisper, "Get me out of this fucking coffin, please."

With a laugh, he helps scoop you up. Putting you on your feet, but looping his arm around to steady you.

No matter what happens, Terzo doesn't think he could ever regret doing this.

Even if it does cost him everything.

#sweaty asks #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #ghost band #the band ghost

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Speaking of the evil witch Gloria, how long was D homeless for? (I know she basically kicked him out in August but I don't remember when the Centre found out) Also Eibhlin would definitely resort to violence if she ever found out about what happened, but, did she ever find out? (Wait now that I think about it, that was probably included in his file right) Did you ever write out Lyme's initial reaction to his file? Like what stood out and made her go "this one, this right here is mine"? (Sorry about the amount of questions!)

he was homeless for just under 6 months? she kicked him out in August and he was picked up sometime in winter

I feel like Eibhlin would have found out eventually, probably when inquiring (tactfully) about Claudius' respiratory issues as he's the only one in the VV with chronic bronchitis. and he's like oh yeah yeah that goes back to when I was homeless as a kid, shit sucked

(eibhlin: kill bill sirens)

re: the last question, I DID write that for a prompt meme uhhhhh *checks math* sweet mercy, 10 years ago

I did not clean this up or anything but have a deep cut.

FIC BELOW:

Mentors tended to be a superstitious bunch; when dealing with the death of a tribute year after year after year, sometimes it was easier to pretend that at least some of it was up to a higher power that only needed to be appeased by wearing certain shoes, or not washing socks, or using a particular headset. Lyme never bothered with any of that; to her it felt more like courting bad luck, the exact opposite of the intention. What happened if that lucky mug broke, if something interrupted the prescribed routine?

No. Sitting and watching her kids die was bad enough without adding additional blame on herself because she didn't follow a particular ritual. Brutus didn't do it either -- no room for the supernatural when there were rules -- and the two of them let the others keep their habits. Everyone pretended not to notice anyway, and while Lyme didn't approve exactly, she still knew not to touch the coffee cup with the cracked handle if Chaff had a tribute last the bloodbath, and if she did a food run she only ever brought Wiress orange vegetables.

But Lyme wasn't completely immune, no matter how much she tried. Rather than enforced habits and catering to the capricious whim of luck, Lyme believed in something else: that tributes and mentors were meant to be, and that the spark of recognition should come soon, and strong.

It made mentoring harder than she'd like -- Brutus puts that kind of thought away until after he has a victor to look after, no point in going for mysticism when it just means that four times out of five they're destined for death -- but Lyme can't help it. Years and years ago, back when she first picked up a weapon in the training centre, Lyme felt her connection with swords like a jolt of lightning straight down her spine. Picking a tribute had that same moment of connection, of feeling right.

Other people, people with facile thoughts who didn't have to help children do their best not to die every year, might call it like falling in love at first sight. In a way it was, only so much more important than love; Lyme had never been in love, never wished for it and would be happy if it never afflicted her, but her tributes -- that mattered. Even if she only had them for a month or less.

The 67th Games are up next, and Lyme puts her name in for the boys. She loves Misha and would never take any of that back, but her first victor excepted, Lyme has always connected better with the boys, the angrier the better. She doesn't bother asking why; let the mentor analysts try to dredge up her psychological profile, but Lyme doesn't care. If ever a girl catches her fancy she'll take it, but the math favours the boys. Brutus and Nero take most of the girls anyway; Lyme does wonder, when she lets her mind go down that road, whether cross-sex mentoring is a kind of penance, since in order for them to stand here in the victors' box another Two got shipped home in a box of their own.

Teyla, the Head Trainer, hands Lyme the stack of files for the short list. "Here," she says. "We have a couple of strong candidates this year."

She doesn't tell Lyme which; they never do, preferring to see if the mentor's instinct lines up with the Centre testing. It usually does, though on occasion there have been surprises. Lyme picks up the first file -- a large, handsome boy named Raymon -- and flips through it. Good scores, of course, and his photos show him alternating between a winning smile and the typical Career scowl of intimidation. Lyme taps her finger against the table, then sets the file aside.

The next one's name is Linder, and Lyme pauses longer on this one -- he's meaner than Raymon, who uses size rather than meanness, and he nearly got cut for excessive violence in his field exam, gutting his final target and spreading the insides out over the grass -- and moves him up into the maybe pile before going on to the next.

The next file is three times the size of Linder's, and Lyme's eyebrows skyrocket. Teyla chuckles at her expression. "Yeah, we have a lot on this one. See what you think."

Lyme flips open the cover, glancing at the name -- Claudius, a good name, solid and Two without being on the nose -- and she leafs through to the photos before skidding to a stop. She sucks in a breath against the sudden ache in her chest, like she stopped a punch from Brutus with nothing more than her torso.

"Ah," Teyla says quietly. "I wondered if you'd pick him."

The seven-year-old who stares out at her from the page is ugly, as Centre children go; there's a note that says he doesn't pass the looks requirement but shows enough determination to allow for an exception at this stage. He has a sharp, crooked nose and dark grey eyes, and his expression is defiant and challenging, chin raised. But there's something in his eyes, a desperation that pinches them at the corners and shakes the hard line of his mouth, and Lyme recognizes it because she saw it on her own face, over twenty years ago.

This is not a boy who showed up to the Centre for the promise of good food and rough play, or who had the choice of attending or being expelled from school, or who wanted the status so he could brag to his friends about having the bracelet around his wrist. This is a boy who saw the Centre as a lifeline, and who, if they didn't take him, would have drowned.

Lyme swallows and turns the page. As the years pass he doesn't get any prettier -- worse, even, as the awkward stage of puberty takes what baby fat he had in his cheeks and makes him lean and almost rat-faced before his teenage years fill him out -- and the desperation doesn't fade. Each year it blazes out of him so fiercely Lyme almost expects it to radiate off the page like physical heat. He knows why he's here, what he needs to do, and he is going to do it.

If his scores weren't impressive then he wouldn't be on the list at all, but even so, Lyme's eyebrows creep back up her forehead. Top of his class in everything from weapons to endurance to media training, and he only has three kills to his name because the trainers didn't need to see any more. Even Lyme had four, their memories burned into her wrist in circles of scarlet ink.

In his hallucination test, when the trainers pumped him full of tracker jacker venom to see what they could dredge from the depths of his psyche, Claudius saw himself alone, unwanted. Lyme lets out a long breath and places her hands flat down on the table.

"What's the rest of it?" she asks, indicating the giant stack of pages.

"Just go through it," Teyla says, and Lyme gives her a look before moving on.

Foster records. Lyme hisses -- Two's system might not be the best but it's better than most, and almost all the kids placed into homes by the Centre are happy with their families -- because Claudius' file shows him bounced from home to home in unprecedented numbers. The foster families didn't want him; the group homes didn't want him. Each file is filled with complaints, of violence, jealousy, bouts of rage.

The final note is a form granting Claudius dispensation to live in the Centre dorms -- in Residential, with the fourteens and over -- from the age of seven. Lyme turns the paper over, stares at it and rereads it five times because that can't be right. No one has ever been given leave to stay in the dorms early, except for this boy. He grew up in the thick of it, surrounded by kids who'd taken their first kill -- when most kids his age were still getting used to playing dodgeball and not getting in trouble for breaking noses.

"He had massive behavioural issues," Teyla says, and Lyme reads through his psychological evaluations ever year and sees the same thing. "One of the neediest candidates we've had. We tried sending him home several times, giving him the chance to leave, but he wouldn't take it. He begged to stay, for us to let him volunteer."

Lyme frowns. "What happened to make him latch so hard?"

Teyla rifles through the pages and hands Lyme an incident report, then watches her carefully and nods as Lyme hisses in a sharp breath and grits her teeth. Allegations of abuse against his birth mother, including emotional cruelty and physical abandonment; she left him on the streets when he was seven, and the Centre didn't find out for almost six months. Since then, the file notes, Claudius developed a strong mother complex, drawn to female trainers who had children at home, though it didn't stop him from achieving a high pass on his first kill, a woman specifically chosen because she'd had children.

It's been a decade and a half since Lyme last saw her father, and her memories of him have faded to a dull sludge of discomfort and vague, swirling nausea in the back of her mind, but she remembers the feeling. How it felt to be a kid whose parents didn't love her, who learned to defend herself because she had to, and who turned to the one place that wouldn't punish her for turning into the only person she could in order to survive.

Lyme has already made up her mind, but she keeps going. There's a supplemental file marked for hers and the Head Trainer's eyes only, and Lyme hesitates for a moment before opening it. It's a sheaf of papers from his schools, starting from the year Claudius entered the Program and going on until he left at the age of thirteen, and Lyme can't remember the last time any candidate's file included anything other than academics.

She gets it as soon as she opens it to the first page, a 100-word essay entitled "My Favourite Victor".

My favourite Victor is Lyme, Claudius wrote in his large, childish handwriting, and he misspelled several words and mixed up letters like d and b fairly consistently, but Lyme reads on. I saw her Games last year. That's when I knew I wanted to be a Victor. Lyme isn't pretty but she's smart. Most other Victors are pretty but I like her because she's not. Because I'm not and people make fun of me but she's not and no one makes fun of her. So if Lyme can be a Victor and be not pretty then I can be not pretty and do great things too. I want to win the Hunger Games and then we can be friends and no one will hurt me ever again.

"There's more," Teyla says, and Lyme turns over the pages and sees that Claudius wrote about her for every essay he could get away with it. She's his favourite Victor, his role model, his hero, his vote for most influential person from District Two. There are crayon drawings of the two of them together, and Lyme recognizes herself even as a stick figure, hair cropped and arm muscles bulging.

By the end of the file Lyme is shaking, and she pushes it away and takes several long breaths. Her first instinct is to say no, to choose Raymon and be done with it because there have been supply delays and a handful of small uprisings all over Panem in the wake of Johanna Mason's victory and that means this year will be different. There's been no word but there's always something, a nastier Arena or an unusual twist, when the Capitol wants to send a message, and Lyme doesn't want to send this kid -- this desperate, broken boy who latched on to the Victors' Village as the only place that would ever love him -- to his death. He thinks he knows what he's doing, but like all of them, he has no idea.

Except. Except there's record of a conversation he had with one of the trainers, where he said that if they cut him he would kill himself because he had nothing else to live for. Lyme could still say no, and the Centre has this on file which means he'd be sent to an asylum on suicide watch until they could deprogram him, but even the thought of it burns in her like a swipe from a poisoned blade.

She can't say no. Not to those eyes, angry and desperate and doing their best to hide the dark flash of hope and greed. Not to this boy, who by all rights should have been trampled years ago but who still stands there, top of his class, and demands that the world pay attention.

"I want him," Lyme says, and she's surprised -- except not -- that her voice rasps hoarse in her throat.

"He'll be a challenge," Teyla says. "His looks alone will limit the kind of role he's able to play, regardless of what the Games require."

"I don't care. He's mine."

Teyla's mouth twitches up in a hint of a smile, and she nods. "I'll put you on the list for his mentor and tell the trainers. The decision will go out next month, but we'll keep the mentors from him until just before the Reaping. I'm not confident in his emotional state if he knows he's getting you."

Lyme nods. She signs the paperwork without recalling much of what she's doing, and when she leaves she has to fight the urge to run back inside, grab Claudius and pull him out, take him back to the Village with her, Games be damned. She doesn't; instead she scrawls her signature across the bottom of the page that signs his death warrant.

His eyes stick with her, burning in the back of her mind, long after she leaves the Centre and the gates of the Victors' Village close behind her.

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #oc: claudius #my writing

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moregraceful · 11 months

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i was talking to my best friend last night abt how renn faires are on the list of weirdly specific things i would ever want to travel to north america for, and i had the realisation that if i was flying 20+ hours to the us (blergh) i would wanna go to california specifically because i wanna see sports with you and have you explain all the gay little narratives in these ahl and baseball teams i otherwise don't care about. so. talk to me about what kinda cuda and giants games you would wanna go to with me and who i should be paying attention to :D

this is suuuuch a juicy question also don't toy with my heart!! i have met an Australian friend in the us before! granted they were headed to college and San Francisco airport was the stopgap but still!!! sometimes Australians come here!! on purpose!!

first of all i think Gilroy (sort of the very most south you can go in the bay area and still pretend you are in the bay area but actually it's just the beginning of the valley/farm land) has a pretty big renn faire if I recall correctly so if you truly wanted to enjoy the sights and sounds of uh. Gilroy. you could and should come here. also Gilroy has a garlic festival which you can buy all sorts of garlic foods at, such as garlic ice cream. USA! USA! USA!

second of all: ahl and giants narratives. this is so long I am so sorry

The San Jose Barracuda: We Found Love In A Hopeless Place

Okay so before I get into it. this is a heartbreaker bc it's the offseason and we just lost all our old fucks (CRISCO COME BACKKKKKKKKK) to "I hate this org and can't afford San Jose and as an ahl journeyman have way better prospects across the league" as well as many of our YOUNG fucks on expiring ELCs to "the org didn't develop you properly and we are saying that's YOUR fault and we are giving up on you, goodbye" AND (i think this is the most rage-inducing) ALL of last season's goalies to "the goalie coach is a nightmare who actively harms my development and I as a an Olympian can do better elsewhere." I actually love it here and am not screaming in rage at all times.

SO. THAT ALL SAID. I am not sure what narratives we will get next year!! (This is my hypothetical dream future when you come in the fall for several weeks.) But from who is still on the roster and what I know of the kids we just signed, there's still the regular gay narratives!! William Eklund and Thomas Bordeleau are basically soulmates not because they have a red string of fate but because Thomas Bordeleau just arbitrarily decided to hitch his wagon to William Eklund's star and then just refused to stop being obsessed with him. Thomas Bordeleau is a freak. I also very partial to our Russians, who are maybe not gay in love but they are a tender little best friendships polycule who love each other So Much. Artemi Kniazev and Nikolai Kynzhov and Daniil Gushin are like what if we took the three most random people in the entire country of Russia and put them in San Jose. Very we found love in a hopeless place <3 Goosh bullied Kni around and then Kny came back for LTIR and he started bullying Goosh and now they're all very happy together bullying Kni. Pour one for Kni. My best boy Nick Cicek lost like. ALL. of his boytoys, but we just signed a kid who was on an ATO last year who according to rumors was obsessed with him and honestly I love that developing narrative. Last year Adam Raška and Tristen Robins were roommates with Montana Onyebuchi and while I fear Montana is not long for this world, Rasky and Robbie were deeply bros in a way where EYE feel they probably hooked up while crossfaded SEVERAL times and if ANYONE wants to talk about it maybe they should SEND ME AN ASK AND A PROMPT.

Also, we just signed Ethan Cardwell of Showbound Podcast fame and while I have listened to maybe two and a half episodes of his podcast, I have been told him and his cohost are like DEEPLY gay for each other (his cohost has MULTIPLE Cardwell jerseys. INCLUDING ONES HE HAD TO HAVE CUSTOMIZED) so I'm excited to see what little baby Cardsy gets up to since clearly he has love in his heart. We also just signed another Giant Russian Baby named Artem Guryev and I'm soooo excited to see him because during prospect tournament him and Montana were gayasses in the box and I personally feel he has love in his heart too. I assume Kny is not forever with the Cuda since he, you know, is a genuine NHL player, so I am hopeful Artem steps up to bat as Big Guy Who Loves His Russian Friends.

AND FINALLY. we have lost all our dads but we have retained our DAD, Captain Andrew, and I severely underestimated his potential for love last year so I'm going to be paying close attention to him and in my secret dream diary entitled ZERO'S VACATION IN CALIFORNIA, he has another old man to love and I get to tell you at length against your will all about it.

Honestly the whole thing with Cuda and player romance is that I would have been having a big ol RPF blast all year to detriment of everyone who followed me solely for Bordeleau content all year if the fucking smm had not perceived me. Like if she had just not said anything, I would have been merrily talking about my boys in situations all year! But I couldn't!! so I missed a whole year of being silly 😞 But honestly, I am beginning to feel that my life is too short to stay hinged, so maybe next year I can go back to saying stupid RPF shit and pretending the org has no knowledge of me.

Anyway that's not really what you asked. The thing about the AHL as a game it is a) often violent and b) often very stupid. I love the AHL so much and vastly prefer the live experience to NHL hockey, but it is NOT the NHL on a skills level. And some of this is just because pacific division AHL hockey is much like pacific division NHL hockey -- we're shit and we know it -- but a lot of it is just. not good high skill hockey lmao. Very smashy. Very falling over for no reason. So when I want to sell people on going to a Cuda game, I'm like you either gotta go for the one where the Cuda are playing a worse team than us or you gotta go for one with the most Shenanigans. (or for $2 hot dog Saturdays.) So I would say the following games are high ticket (to me): the Tucscon Roadrunners because for reasons unknown to all of us, them and Cuda decided last year they were going to kill each other in real life to the point that both head coaches got fined; and the Colorado Eagles because for some fucking reason up in Loveland, CO, they are drinking horny for friendship juice and they bring that juice everywhere. Sometimes I watch the Colorado Eagles and the Cuda play each other and I'm like wow. When an AHL player loves another AHL player very much...

IN CONCLUSION: Barracuda/Roadrunners game at the beginning of the season before everyone's spirits are crushed, or Eagles/Cuda mid-season when the Eagles have had an IV line of friendship all year and they start getting weird on ice and the Cuda respond appropriately.

However honestly, because the Pacific division mostly plays within their division with only a handful of games in the Central, you end up seeing the same teams upwards of like 7 times a year. By the end of the season it gets really JESUS CHRIST, YOU AGAIN?? so I really recommend going to early season or midseason games before the teams get worn out on each other and stop playing their best because they're so sick of the monotony. In my secret Zero dream diary, you come early-mid September so that before we get into hockey season, you can see some:

BASEBALL

The thing about me and baseball is that Oracle Ballpark, where my beloved Giants play, is literally my favorite place in the entire Bay Area. I know I'm supposed say some hike or some free thing not dependent on capitalism, but I can't. It's Oracle Ballpark. In the later days of the season, when the moon rises over the bay during a night game and you can see it reflected on the water behind the scoreboard during a game...god there is NOTHING like it. It's beautiful. And while Giants are like not garbage this year (not good to be clear, just not garbage) so the ballpark is a little more filled out than the past couple of years, some of my favorite games are night games when the stadium is half-full and me and my friends can just kick back in the upper deck and chill with our beers (them) and our cokes (me) and enjoy the ballgame and hang out and talk. Back when baseball games were the correct length (upwards of three and a half hours), my friends and I would turn into philosophers and each other's hypemen and talk all manner of little dramas and deep longings while watching the Giants blow a lead in the later innings :') Now games are shorter (two and a half hours), so there's less time to really sink into the vibe, but still plenty of time to enjoy a good ice cream sundae and talk shit about the team.

The other thing about the Giants is that while their ballpark is a whole mood, they have been COMPLETELY vibeless for the past like six years. That has changed because ??? life finds a way ig. But the Giants are slowly discovering the Whimsy (to quote our greatest A's philosopher and pillar of our community tumblr user pindergarten) mainly on the back of: Blake Sabol.

We picked up Blake Sabol in the Rule 5 draft which frankly I don't understand at all, but the gist of it is that he has to remain in the major leagues and the Giants can't touch him or else they have to give him back to the team he came from. Giants DON'T want to do this because he is a great utility player who can be put in basically anywhere and do a good enough job. Blake is enjoying this and bringing much needed whimsy to the team. Him and one of the pitchers we signed this year Sean Manaea were the FIRST SAMOAN BATTERY (pitcher/catcher) and Blake loves him so bad. Some our of new bb Giant call ups from the minors ("new" they've been up for a couple weeks now) such as Casey Schmidt are full of joy when they look at Blake and often act out of Whimsy around him. I also am very fond of Patrick Bailey bc while he is a catcher (technically Blake's position but Blake moves around a lot), he seems to enjoy being around Blake and since Blake is in this great place in the org where he can't really be moved for a year without the Giants taking a hit, he doesn't seem to be too, too worried about Bailey taking his spot and can focus on being a vibes guy and proving to the org that he'd be a good fit as a utility guy who can kinda slot in anywhere. It's cute :')

Casey Schmidt is very interesting to me as a concept because all the old fucks on the Giants are obsessed with touching him 🤨 Fellas...?? Casey seems to love my big old man Brandon Crawford so much and it's very charming to me. Both in a "he fucked that old man" way and in a "he loves his PAPA" way.

For non-Blake or Casey romances, the relievers are always up to some nonsense. I think they are a big polycule honestly. We have a set of twin relievers and while I'm not taking this in an incest way, I will say there always seems to be some general chaos going on in the bullpen and frequently it's their fault. ALSO, while I love thinking about Mike Yastrzemski and Brandon Crawford as everybody's old gay grandpas on the team, what REALLY u gotta pull for is Mikey and his college boyfriend Tony Kemp who plays across the bridge with the Oakland A's. They are boyfriends! They are best friends! They are So In Love in a VERY real way and every once in a while one of the local papers such as the Mercury News or San Francisco Chronicle get a bee in their bonnet and will write some bananas romantic article about them when the A's and the Giants play against each other. It's VERY romantic and honestly tho I am shipping everyone with Blake Sabol, I must admit that the two of them carry the entire Bay Area narrative on their backs.

As for games!! Honestly I hate going to rivalry games with the Giants because the vibes are so fucking toxic, so really we gotta go to some random ass middle of the week games and maybe one weekend game with some random team no one in the bay area cares about. It is not really the game that matters so much when you are in the ballpark, it is the experience. If you want to watch a rivalry game, watch on it on tv because the vibes are so godawful when we play any of our rival teams. Like I won't even go to Giants-Dodgers games anymore because the vibe is so bad. So really we can see any team that the Giants are not historic rivals with and have a great time!!

ALSO in my secret Zero Comes To California, Experiences Sports dream diary, we go to a) the Oakland Coliseum (in my dream diary, the A's remain in Oakland) and b) we go to a San JOSE Giants games, which are the SF Giant's minor-minor-minor-minor league affiliate and are basically a WHOLE vibe. Like all my complaints about income inequality and sports players living below the poverty line are amplified a thousand-fold with single a baseball, but the vibe at the ballpark is SO good. It's tiny, the churros are great, the crowd is usually super into it, no matter how big or small the game is, the mascot is fucking terrifying, the level of play is actually very good despite how far down the minor league rungs it is, and!! It's a great place to draw, especially on a weeknight when it's empty. Imagine: me you our notebooks (or I guess you draw on a ipad, because you are trained in the art of iPad drawing) and some minor league baseball!! Also they are down the street from the Cuda. While I do not know what the fuck the Cuda are up to, they're calling this year's opening game Freaky Friday with the SJ Giants and are partnering with the SJ Giants this year which is a) long overdue and b) good for me personally because I love wearing Giants gear to places where the Giants are not playing.

IN CONCLUSION: Come to the Bay Area 🌉 We have THREE professional baseball teams, TWO professional hockey teams, a professional men's basketball team, a professional men's football team and we are getting a professional women's league football team omg I'm so hype. For your 20+ hour plane ride agonies, I will take you to AS MANY AS POSSIBLE. We also have great hiking and outdoor spaces, great if very cold beaches, great Asian and Mexican food, great museums, great aquariums, my friends are awesome, and also I am here and I love you.

(AND we have an American football team who are quite good but all I've ever heard about their fan experience is it grossly expensive and people get stabbed at games, so we are saving our money and going to multiple baseball games. I hope you understand 😅)

#paintingtheice #cage replies #it is literally my favorite thing when people come to visit and i force them to experience bay area sports lol #we have so many sports teams. and they are all so bad.#my god zero coming to america...TO CALIFORNIA...i weep. what a dream that would be!!

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buccini555 · 6 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 — 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

✦𓈒 𓆇 While Ran was busy, you took his phone to look at something random and ended up finding romantic messages from other people...

✦𓈒 𓆇 x m a l e r e a d e r !

✦𓈒 𓆇 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani

It was already late when Ran finally arrived home, even so, despite your exhaustion, you remained anxiously waiting for him, when you finally heard the door open, you went to welcome him as usual and then you went up to the room together.

"Wait until I take a shower, hmm? Could you tell Rindou that I'm already home?" The taller man entered the bathroom and handed you his phone, then you went to do what he asked you to do.

Sending the message to Rindou, you noticed some notifications, but you just ignored it all when some heart emojis caught your attention.

"We should see each other more often, my love!" That was all it said, even though you trusted Ran and thought invading his privacy was a terrible idea, you opened those messages and it really was the worst thing you did.

Trying to hold back your tears with each of Ran's words, you just waited for him to get out of the shower, which didn't take long.

"Finally! My day was extremely tiring- what are you still doing with my cell phone?" He immediately changed his mood when he realized he was discovered, still silent, you just looked at him with the biggest disappointment in your eyes.

"Was it nice to spend the day with him too?" You questioned in a single teasing tone, noticing Ran's mask falling.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He pretended to be surprised and questioned in a subtle tone of voice.

"You've always been a good actor, haven't you?" Still ironizing the situation, you questioned him again.

"...I'm not going to sit here and listen to some stupid kid's complaints." Ran said as he dressed in a hurry, he definitely didn't even care about the seriousness of his actions.

"Complaints? How did you have the nerve to betray me? I would never do that to you!" Tired of holding back your tears, you just spoke, making clear all the pain you were feeling.

"I needed to have fun! I just wanted to have fun, okay?" For a moment, Ran stopped what he was doing, looking at you with a look of superiority and saying that he just wanted to have fun.

"Having fun throwing our relationship in the trash? How much consideration you have for us!" Looking directly at him, you replied, with a trembling voice and still trying to deal with the crying that insisted on continuing.

"Shut the fuck up, you're so fucking annoying." Ran shouted before snatching his phone from his hand, making you feel scared of his reactions.

Amid solutions and tears, you could only realize that Ran wanted to blame such betrayal on you. "...You behave as if this is all my fault."

"If you were enough for me, I wouldn't look for fun out there."

"Alright then, go away and have a great time!" You laughed, still watching Ran mock all of your pain.

Seeing who Ran really was, in that moment you just accepted that he had become the worst kind of person he could be.

"Thank you for letting me go, now I don't have to hide anything from you anymore, right?" Finishing getting ready, he continued to ignore you, Ran didn't seem to care about the fact that he was discovered.

"No, of course not, you remain free since our relationship meant nothing to you." Once again, you responded to Ran's taunts.

"Don't talk that shit, man." That's all he said, Ran definitely thought you wouldn't break up with him or something, but, you just ended it that night.

The last thing Haitani heard from you was just goodbye.

"Go away Ran..."

When he realized that you were really firm in your decision, Ran left, leaving you with only the pain of having been betrayed by the one you loved most.

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kohatenz · 2 years

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Baz

Only Simon Snow would think falling from the night sky equates to a date.

Crowley he's brilliant.

He is holding onto me for dear life, and if he doesn't then I'll most definitely die.

Literally a fall from this height would most certainly be the death of my deadness, that's why I'm holding onto my wand for reassurance. Not that I don't trust Simon, which I realize I'm definitely gonna reconsider after today

Because moments ago he asked me if I trusted him, I did,

that was before he dropped me from the sky.

Even so I still trust him with my life, which says more about me because when Simon's involved I'm a hopeless fool.

(l'm still gonna grip onto my wand I just don't want to be unprepared for what ever crazy situations our sweet life always throws our way.)

Gosh the things I do for this boy.

But he's so beautiful tonight, and frankly

I would do this a million times over, just to see him smile like this.

I could probably see him smile like this a million times and it would never ever be enough.

"Hold onnn" Simon said to me while grinning

His laughter is honestly contagious,

I feel so giddy right now "I ammm" I yell,

I haven't actually smiled like this in such a long time. This is so fun, and I don't want to tell Simon yet because Im still pretending to be mad at him for letting go, and I don't want him to get any stupid (brilliant) ideas for next time.

(I hope there are more next times)

I guess we aren't actually falling,

Gliding would be a better word.

Simons wings extended out in the night air and they glistened under the moon light. His arms tightly holding onto me. His wings flexed out as they motion through the air carrying both of us.

The moon was massive.

I wonder, Should I be thanking the moon?

I mean the moon is partly responsible for this ridiculous situation,

As tonight is the night of a super moon here in London, or I guess the outskirts of London. Gosh I actually have no clue where we are, and I drove halfway here. Simon and I alternated and I had him practice (he's getting really good at driving) and one thing led to another before I knew it he flew us up into the night sky to see the moon up close.

There are so many stars tonight. It reminded me of when he shared his magic, and I casted twinkle twinkle little star together in our dorm room at Watford. It feels like that moment, but better.

Simon doesn't have magic anymore but with him touching me like this, it feels like he's giving apart of himself to me. His warmth, his smile, his love. Which are even more magical. They are things I longed for since I figured out I was in love with him. My Younger self would be so jealous.

Simon Snow was now my boyfriend.

My Simon Snow.

No one was out here and Simon could actually fly freely. Watching him like this made me happy, I would stupid all the normals so we could do this more often, and not just tonight.

"Look at the moon Baz, isnt it beautiful" Simon said while he carried me.

The moon was beautiful

Simon was beautiful

I could care less about the moon when my gaze was transfixed on Simon Snow as he carried me princess style. If I was heavy he was definitely not breaking a sweat. His muscles flexed and his shirt (my shirt) looked so good on him.

"Am I not heavy"

Simon shook his head, "not really"

"If you wana be heavy you should eat like me" Simon smiled and leaned closer into me and bit my ear.

"Ouch, I'm not edible Snow"

you would think Simon was the one with fangs because gosh his teeth are sharp. He leaned in and kissed my ear instead.

"But you smell so good"

"Snow you and your smell fetish will be the death of me"

"But You look so good in my arms like this, we should do this more often."

"Fly in the sky ?" I ask, because I would in a heartbeat. I'd stupid all of London for Simon.

His blue eyes gazed at me searching for what to say next, no, they looked more apologetic.

"Go on a dates" Simon said

A date. He wants to go on more dates. Simon Snow wants to go on more dates!

I am living such a charmed life.

"Yeah,

I'd like that"

My heart has been skipping beats all night. I feel my cheeks blushing, they are probably so visibly red. Gosh this is perfect.

Simon arms started shifting from under me

"Do you trust me

I nod

"Ok I'mma drop you Baz"

"Huh?"

"You ready"

"You wouldn't dare"

Simon smirked,

And then Simon let go

He fuckin let go,

And now my heart is skipping beats in the wrong context. Allester Crowley Simon Snow is a dead man.

"SIMOOOONNN" I scream.

I'm falling in the sky, oh gosh vampires can most definitely not turn into bats! Did Simon forget that.

As I'm falling, I grip my wand about to cast something because of this ridiculous situation, what the heck would I even cast. Worst time for my brain not to work, and then Simon grabbed my arms, and his wing jolted, extending outwards.

His dragon wings were cutting through the air stopping my fall. We were still falling but it felt like it was in slow motion. It felt like (I) was flying.

The idiot was smiling from ear to ear. If I was breathless it was because this idiot took my breath away. He's brilliant.

We weren't falling from the night sky, Simon was gliding in the air like a bird. I guess he basically is a bird with his dragon wings.

I had my wand out just in case, but with Simon being immune to spells I'd be only able to save my arse. I could probably cast a spell were the ground is cushioned soft if something happens. But the way Simon is gripping onto me, I don't think he would let anything happen.

"How did you know you could do that" I ask, I'm still mad about him dropping me, but I can't stay mad at him, not right now.

Simon smiled " I saw a youtube video with Sheppard about a bird glidding, so I practiced. So we could do it together! tonight!"

Simon had actually planned this whole thing out and even practiced, he had mentioned the super moon last week and made sure I finished my class work so we could watch it together. I just would have never expected this, I never do know what to expect with Simon.

I know he's excited about this moon but, I'm only watching Simon.

I love him

He's been trying, trying to be the best, worst boyfriend I could ever ask for.

I bet no one's ever been on a date like this. It's the perfect type of date, that works only for us

and I can't imagine it any other way.

Simon pulls me closer

And

kisses me

I wrap my arm around his hair and another around his back. He's holding me and Kissing me, while we both gracefully fall from the sky.

"I love you Baz"

"Me too Simon"

#snowbaz #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #i tried

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disdaidal · 2 years

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can you tell us about the omega!billy ideas you have? i'm also very fond of the concept <33 i love when billy is suffering even more than usual -myriadof-fandoms

Aww thanks for asking me. ♥ And suffering Billy can be just something so... personal. Why do we enjoy torturing him so much? I don't know. But I can't get enough of it. 🤧

Anyway... I think I posted a little snippet of it last year (as a response to some writing tag game) and in that particular idea Billy's the usual 'secretly omega but pretending to be alpha/beta'. And Tommy and Steve are his best friends but they don't know about Billy's true identity yet because he's using scent blockers etc.

So this one school day Billy gets upset during a biology class (the topic that particularly upset him was regarding omegas of course but he wouldn't admit it), and Tommy and Steve wanna cheer him up so they invite him to Tommy's place for drinks/weed and some movies. And Billy knows it's a terrible idea because his heat is fast approaching and he should be at home getting ready for it; definitely not hanging around with two alphas (or alpha/beta, haven't decided yet). But he's angry, not thinking clearly, and feeling a little bold, a little rebellious, so he says fuck it and goes with them.

(also these ideas got way longer than they were supposed to so hiding them under the cut):

Naturally, Tommy's idea of a movie night is watching porn together while getting high/drunk = a jerk off contest, yay. Tommy and Steve are definitely getting into it, and Billy... well, he plays along. Billy thinks it's fucking stupid and risky but he's also competitive you know? And maybe they've fooled around before (just not mentioning it after), and so Tommy and Steve - one of them or both of them because they obviously both have a crush on Billy - want to get down on him, and Billy lets them but he's also really nervous because he knows that he's playing with fire here.

So his heat doesn't (miraculously) start right there that night, but then he stays over and falls asleep on Tommy's bed, being spooned and cradled by both of them. And when Billy wakes up, he feels awfully feverish and slick between his legs and he starts to panic. Especially when Steve starts to slowly stir awake as well, sniffing the air and sleepily mouthing against Billy's neck.

Billy gets off bed upon realizing that his heat has started and that the other boys will soon start to notice it, so he quickly excuses himself and drives back home as fast as he can. He lives alone, so no parents (especially shitty parents) to make him feel even worse about his condition as he quickly starts undressing and building a comfy nest on his bed.

He doesn't show up at school for the next two or three days and won't answer his phone because he's plugged it off the wall. Steve and Tommy start getting worried - Steve especially because he could smell something different that morning and his alpha senses got stronger, but he just couldn't tell for sure why. And they both finally decide to skip school and drive to Billy's place.

Billy lives on the second floor, and they first try ringing his doorbell downstairs but get no answer. Since Steve's good at climbing windows (heh), he's obviously going to do that here, too. And when he finally reaches Billy's bedroom window and peeks through it... well, he figures out a thing or two. :'D And I still haven't decided yet if both Steve and Tommy are gonna help Billy with his "little problem" or just Steve, but one thing is for sure: none of them are gonna ridicule Billy for being an omega (they're just a little surprised/shocked), and he's gonna be fed and taken good care of afterward, just like he deserves. <3 So I'm not actually gonna put him through hell this time - I'm just gonna make him suffer a little, heh.

But the other idea I had (I guess this was my original idea) was this kind of a... fantasy/medieval setting I guess? Where Steve's an actual king, a prime Alpha who rules an entire kingdom. So there's this backstory that he used to be a real dick when he was younger - a spoiled prince who became a king - and didn't always make the best decisions for his people let alone rule fairly, so he has definitely made enemies in the past (what king hasn't?) - and there's a group of rebels that keep causing him and his army trouble all the time.

So let's just say that Billy comes from a poor family and he's a male omega on top of that. And in this universe, male omegas are not just extremely rare, but they also often end up as prostitutes or worse because there's this tale among his people that omegas are born out of a curse, not as a sign of blessing. So in my mind, Billy's this poor guy, poor omega fella who lives with his stepsister Max and stepmother Susan who had his father murdered because he kept hurting his own son, and Susan could no longer take that.

So Susan is now trying to look after them but she's poor and her job at the market isn't bringing them much food or money at home, so Billy has to do something about it. He doesn't want to prostitute himself (and the herbs/potions he takes to mask his natural scent cost them, too) so they need money and protection, and Billy decides to join the rebels because the army won't hire him (he gets laughed at and spat on because he's poor). So having joined the rebels, he gets paid some at least and on top of that, he gets to fight for something good, too - which is a fight against the cruel king who's made their everyday lives a living hell.

So one night, during a particularly vicious attack against the king's castle, Billy finally gets captured and thrown in jail with the other rebels who survived the battle and tried to escape. He spends time in jail for days, without proper food or herbs/potions to mask his natural omega scent, and others are starting to take notice. The guards are mocking him and making obscene gestures and comment at him, and Billy has never felt so vulnerable and scared in his entire life - not even when his father was still alive and beat him up.

Max has somehow managed to talk her way into the king's castle (she can be very persuasive) and she begs King Steve to let Billy go because 'my brother has this... special condition, he could get really sick'. King Steve won't release Billy no matter how much Max begs him, but he reluctantly agrees to go down into the dungeons to actually see what the fuss is all about. The guards have drug Billy by force and struggle to keep him still because Billy might be an omega but he's still strong. When Billy finally stands in front of King Steve, snarls and tries to spit at him while the guards hold him still and punch him... King Steve's dark eyes are dilated and his blood feels hot in his veins. Billy's scent, now fully unmasked; vivid and intoxicating. Billy's not just one of the most beautiful men that Steve's ever laid his eyes on: he also happens to be a male omega who are supposed to be extra rare - even a complete myth, they say.

So naturally, once King Steve has laid his eyes on this unique specimen, he's absolutely enchanted by Billy's beauty and his strong spirit, and releases him from the dungeons. However, Billy isn't free to walk away from the castle - he must now serve King Steve as his personal assistant and advisor. Billy's given his own room and a soft, warm bed to sleep in, and the best healers and alchemists in the entire kingdom, to help him with his 'rare condition' - also that King Steve wouldn't be 'tempted' when he's around (he absolutely is but that's beside the point). And Billy gets to socialize with other omegas in the castle to avoid being too lonely (albeit Billy still feels lonely because he's still the only male omega around; nobody can truly understand him and 'his curse').

And well, let's just say that Billy's hate for the king slowly begins to dissipate over time as he realizes that Steve isn't all that cruel and evil as the stories tell. And while Billy's still a prisoner in the castle because he's committed a crime, at least he isn't down in the dungeons, and King Steve allows Max and Susan to visit him as well (Billy thinks about them all the time and worries for them).

Whether King Steve finally lets Billy go after Billy's served his time in his castle and then Billy returns to him, asking if he could come back and bring his family along, too. Or that Billy stays there willingly because he's fallen in love with the king and vice versa (Max and Susan moving in later)... I haven't decided yet. D:

It's kind of a twisted story (maybe a little akin to Beauty and the Beast), with an A/B/O + soulmates twist, and I've been feeling nervous about it even starting it, 'cause. I don't know. It's a heavy story to write I guess. :D But I still keep thinking about it every once in a while.

#replies #myriadof-fandoms #omega!billy #harringrove #keg boys #a/b/o au #fantasy au #soulmates au #my headcanons #my writing #thanks again for sending me this ask <3

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uselessbun · 2 months

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Hi again, reader!

Today I decided to share with you my dear childs OCs story!

word count:5,973-the prologue itself 6,930 including the short retelling of the main story

warnings: may be some vore in chapters 2 and 4. Both are technicaly safe but one of them has fatal intentions so be careful with that `:)

Prologue

Chapter 1: Nail

In one ordinary town, with a beautiful huge forest and a laboratory nearby, an extraordinary situation occurred: a mysterious portal opened, from which two strange individuals got to them. They looked like people, but they weren't. These mysterious creatures were given off by a snake's tail, septums instead of ears, vertical pupils, fangs, and very tall stature. It was a woman and a man of the same species. As it turned out, they were capable of speech and did not lag behind humans in intelligence. The laboratory foundation wanted to take them for a detailed study, supporting this with the fact that one way or another they are animals, beasts. They would naturally be studied in the same way as laboratory rats. However, there were a few brave people in the city who managed to make conversational contact with them earlier, which confirmed the presence of souls in them. In the end, the city voted to keep them in society until it was figured out how to get them back. So the Humano family ended up in a purely human town.

Balko and Dijua (snakemen themselves) were an inseparable pair, so they weren't too bothered by the fact that they were the only two of their kind here. Balko was even able to find her best friend, Amber Denmark, and become inseparable with her. In any case, the way back was never found.

They did not live long, but happily. A few years later, they had a son, they named him Nail. The young mother wanted to tell her friend about the addition, but at that moment she did not leave the house and did not answer, and everyone seemed to have forgotten about her. The son grew up quite cheerful, like a little star who helped his parents and brought a smile.He also liked to wear his dad's T-shirt, because he knew that the family was not rich, and he did not pay attention to the excessive size. He loved this t-shirt.

Among people, he was also quite kind, he tried to help whoever he could. At school, he was not an outcast, but rather the social heart of the class. He studied averagely, but in all subjects, so doubles students sometimes ask for help with the material when excellent students refuse. After all, he could always help. No one could even think about devaluing it.

One day, Nail did not find his parents at home, although they should have come a long time ago, they did not answer their calls. Nail, seeing a huge crowd outside the window of a small house, decided to run out and ask if anyone had seen his parents. And besides, what is all the fuss about? Running out to a crowd of people, he asked a little nervously:

- I'm sorry, haven't you seen my parents?

The town was small, people here knew everyone. But there was no expected answer, the person only glanced at him, after which he was covered by many other looks:

- Are you looking for your parents? Do you really love them? Don't try to lie, MONSTERS like you CANNOT love! This can be seen from relatives.

- What are you saying?... I don't understand...

- Still don't understand? You are AWESOME! You don't belong here!

- I ... I ... - already crying, he said, like a hare, having fallen into a trap for the first time.

- What are you? What? Are you pretending to be innocent in the same way?! Lie!

- D...where's mom?!

- Are you looking for your mother? And father? They are gone! And you deserve the same!

Nail was surrounded by hundreds of voices, which shot arrows into him with every word. He could hardly say anything.Such a great amount of pain made him snap out of his stupor and run, run until he couldn't stop.

So he stopped in the middle of the forest, sat down to rest. Streams of tears, as before, flowed from his eyes. Why did everyone change so suddenly? After all, everything was fine, wasn't it? In addition to the wounds of sadness, a fog of doubt crept in. Rubbing himself with tears, Nail thought: "They deceived and betrayed us ...". He stood up, the wounds no longer hurt, because they were covered with anger, turning into scars. He didn't want to go back, to see these people. So he decided to stay here in the forest.

While thinking about how to feed himself, the snake noticed a hare running by. Soon, without even thinking, he ran after him. Eared noticed the pursuer and sped up, maneuvering between trees and bushes. Nail, in turn, tried to get under the maneuver, but without any success.

So the pursuit lasted for twenty minutes, successfully for the hare, but Nail was left with nothing. Sighing, he sat down next to a massive stone nearby, then fell back into his thoughts. He sat like that for fifteen minutes, until suddenly he heard a slow rustling of leaves. Grabbing hold, the young hunter looked around. Not noticing anything and no one, he was about to sit down again in the same place, but a mysterious figure pounced on him, it was a wolf. He furiously pinned the boy to the ground and growled. To say that Nail was scared is an understatement, but he did not allow himself to fall into a stupor and immediately grabbed the offender's mouth so that he would not open it. The beast dug into him hard with its claws, but despite the injuries, the boy slowly tried to get rid of the load with his legs. Unfortunately, the attempt was unsuccessful, the gray remained on it, as before. It was difficult for Nail to hold on, not only because of the strength of the opponent, but also because of the excruciating pain. And then it occurred to our Robinson to use his tail, which he had never used in his life. With the help of three limbs, he finally managed to throw off the formidable predator. With a sharp push, the wolf flew straight into the stones, due to which he finally lost consciousness. Nail tried to get to his feet. Tottering, he succeeded. Unexpectedly, his gaze fell on the literally just brutal beast lying under the tree with a small stream of blood flowing. Then at his tail, as if he did not believe that his body was capable of such a thing, or that he saw blood for the first time and that he was the cause of its flow: "Did I do it?". He approached the corpse and looked around. To his surprise, he was alone, without a pack.This, in fact, finally finished the guy's mentality. Having discovered a cave nearby, he was slightly happy, because this success removed some of the suffering with the construction of a dwelling.

So he lived in the forest for five years until...

Chapter 2: Emma

In the same small town there lived a woman named Amber Denmark, in her youth she was quite energetic and liked to treat everything unconventionally. So it was a brilliant idea for her to make friends with a snake-like person. And to the surprise of almost everyone, including Amber herself, they became quite close. Girlfriends walked together in the evenings and during the day. After a few weeks, it was no longer the norm for them to walk alone.

Usually, Balko and Nastya walked through the park or the streets with a jar of cold coffee or soda water stylized as beer. They talked most often about any everyday life, sometimes about TV series or news. Dijoua did not have a negative attitude towards the person, but he was not in a strong relationship with him either.

When Amber was about sixteen years old, a rather funny story happened to her. During another walk with her friend, she decided to pretend to be drunk, just to make a fool of herself. At that very moment, in that very street, there was a demon hiding there, in an invisible form, looking for someone as his body. I must inform you, as a reader, that in this world, science and magic border very closely. And here is an ideal opportunity for him: a person who is in an unconscious state and would quickly sign an agreement without even understanding what it is about. Well, he thought so, at least. So he plunged into her mind with her and offered to sign a contract for any wish.Amber clearly saw his conditions, so she decided that she could at least try to outwit him. It has already been said in the story that she approaches things in a non-standard way. So yes, she could have thought of that. The sly girl began to mumble words incoherently, showing the nullification of taking possession of the body and simply fulfilling the desire. But it looked like she was just drunk, but it was almost impossible to tell. The demon, on the other hand, nodded predictably, considering what was said to be a wish. I must clarify that he did not manage to master anyone for a very long time, therefore, at that moment, he simply did not have the patience. After signing, in the process of which the dark red-eyed entity was clearly smiling, to her surprise she did not get what she wanted and with cries of revenge and that her entire family would be cursed, she could not stay within the limits of her mind. After Ember regained consciousness, Balko worryingly asked:

-What happened?!

In response to this, the friend burst out laughing and told what had happened, barely holding back her laughter. The snake was not very amused by the story with the demon.

This explains what happened to Amber's daughter.

When Emma was just born, doctors were horrified to discover that the baby had bright pink eyes. However, as you probably already understood, this mother was not at all embarrassed. She said that one way or another it is her child, and she is not going to give it up because of such signs. The doctors just shrugged their shoulders, but the scientists were extremely interested. A small explanation is that the workers in the laboratory did not participate much in the life of the city, so they did not know what kind of person Denmark was. So they believed that the mother would quickly want to give up such an "unclean" child, and that's why they came straight to the hospital. Of course, they were refused their request. This, of course, did not suit them very well. But when the baby just stopped needing mother's milk, some (for the city) organization kidnapped the child. You, as a reader, of course, already know what is hiding under some organization. But for the city, the scientists were not under suspicion, as their involvement was carefully concealed. In addition, they are also something of a power in the city. As a result, a little girl who, as it turned out, had sprouted fangs, was raised in a laboratory. But she was treated like an ordinary human child in order to create trust and dislike for the rest of the world. When asked about her parents, she was told the same first fable that she was rejected, but not because of her eyes, but because of her fangs, so she hides them under a mask.In the process of upbringing, care and so on, scientists noticed an interesting reaction of emotions: As soon as Emma gets an excess of aggression, reincarnation begins: the white is filled with black, and the pink color changes to red in the eyes, wolf ears and enlarged paws appear instead of limbs, with claws on all four and it is all made of strange black matter. The girl becomes more aggressive, uncontrollable, and also much stronger. As soon as she sees a person she cares about, she calms down and comes to her senses. The "tutors" decided that this could be used well in military forces, because in addition the creature becomes more invulnerable, since the weapon either gets stuck in matter, or conversely passes through it. Therefore, for greater functionality in the field, the study of the structure and disposal of various bombs and a little about first aid were added to the standard subjects of training.

Of course, several experiments related to the ability were conducted, here is one of them: Once a girl was forced into a room where there was a stage that a tiger killed one of the group of scientists (In fact, the corpse appeared earlier, and the tiger was simply fed it) . It activated aggressiveness towards the animal in her and she transformed. And then she tore the animal to pieces. After that, when she regained consciousness and saw blood on her hands, she spoke to one of the "Nurturers".

- I-I killed him...

- Yes, you killed him.

- But... But murders are b.bad...

- Yes, but when it comes to bad creatures, it is very good.

- R-really?

- Yes...

This is where the story of this experiment ends.Despite the cruel profession chosen for her, she grew up quite shy, and a little even a pacifist person, moreover, with a short height (only one hundred and fifty-five centimeters, and she did not grow any further). At sixteen, she really wanted to see other people and her mother, even if she had rejected her. For scientists, such a desire meant defeat, but it was impossible to show the true position. Therefore, at first they started making excuses like the fact that your appearance will frighten everyone terribly. But after her desire was steadfast, they decided to do it differently...

One of the representatives of the laboratory office gathered the city and announced that one monster from the laboratory would come out for a "walk", clearly described Emma and attributed many murders to her (although she at most killed a beast placed in certain conditions for this). But people believed, and were terrified and worried, but the worry was calmed by the fact that it would be under control and on a chain.

This relieved everyone but the mysterious woman in the crowd. It was clear from her face that she does not believe these fables about murders.

For this event, the "monster" wore her usual clothes, because it was not a star meeting for her, but only an opportunity to see them. This outfit included: a black mask and T-shirt, jeans and black and gray sneakers. Before leaving, it was explained to her that she would have to go on a chain to one of the scientists. But for her it was a simple, albeit strange, security measure, so she agreed. The chain was not very thick and strong, but it looked like it.

As soon as they entered the city, Emma was instantly covered with a lot of sidelong glances, which made her feel a little embarrassed. In this crowd, she suddenly noticed a mysterious woman who had the same shade of hair and similar facial features (except for the eyes and teeth, of course). The woman noticed her and began to shout, but as if she had been waiting for this for a long time:

- Emma! Donyu! I ha-

Here she was interrupted by many people. The guide explained that it was a local madwoman, and not her mother at all. This is confirmed by the insults uttered towards the woman. Someone even called her by her name... Emben... Why does it sound so familiar?

Emma did not really want to drown in these looks, and asked to go to the forest. Besides, he had interested her as soon as they left the laboratory. At her request, she was refused, because the forest is quite dangerous and, besides, there are no people there. But after begging, the scientist still agreed to walk around the forest. The girl looked at the comforting surface, which turned out to be much more beautiful than she thought. But suddenly a barely audible rustle was heard.Before either of them could react to him, something grabbed Emma and ran deep into the forest so fast that it was almost impossible to catch up. The shocked maiden wanted to scream, but the creature quickly took care of it. As soon as they ran far enough to some cave, the creature set her on the ground. She immediately jumped away from her, and the image of the kidnapper appeared before her. He was a tall young man, too tall for his age, with bright red hair, skin barriers instead of ears, a serpentine tail, and red eyes. He was wearing a dark red T-shirt, slightly too small pants and shoes. Below each hole in the clothing were old scars. He had a thin build, but rather not because of malnutrition, but because of his height. And he had fangs...

- Could you be quieter? Predators could hear us.

- Are you out of your mind?! Why did you do that?

- Hey! I actually saved you!

- Saved?! From what?!

- Well, I don't know ... Maybe from the one who kept you on a chain?!

- This was a measure in order not to scare people!

- Tsk.. "To not scare people!" - he said with sarcasm and a heavy sigh.- But they can frighten others more than they can be afraid themselves.

Now the girl remembered the peoples looks, but they did not look like fear. In any case, she was told that people are scared, strangely enough, but it is. That's why the mans phrase didn't bother her even one bit.

- My first question, as it turned out, was meaningless. You are really out of your mind!

-So! You know what?! If you don't need help, get out of here!!

Emma silently looked at the interlocutor, turned and left. She followed, in theory, the same route as he did, but for some reason it was not possible for her to reach the goal. Crossing over her hatred, she had to turn back to the same "beast" for help.

- Um... Excuse me, sir, but could you help me get out of the forest?

In response to which the redhead sighed, after that he began to say:

- Lets g-

He stopped abruptly, and judging by the movement of the barriers, he listened. After that, he looked at the girl in fright, and then carefully examined the cave, as if looking for something. Not finding this something, he took her by the shoulders, pulled her deep into the cave and said in a low but serious tone:

- Now listen carefully... I heard a rustling, too loud for a small beast or wind, it could be a predator. I can climb the cave wall and be unnoticed, but you... I need to hide you somewhere...

Here, judging by the expression on his face, an idea came to him. By the same token, it was clear that he was not very sure about it, but considering everything, including the lack of time, there was no other choice.

- Listen, this is a strange decision, but ... Okay. Forgive me...

And then he suddenly opened his mouth. It is the mouth, because the human mouth cannot open so wide. Most likely, this was due to the fact that he is part snake. After that, after a couple of mouthfuls, he swallowed it and moved it to his tail. Emma was, of course, shocked, but she didn't scream or even push back, but just sat or lay meekly. It was something like a stupor. And, besides, it didn't take much time to do something. After that, it brought her rather strange thoughts and feelings: "Well, it's probably also called eating? But I wasn't gnawed into many small parts. And the gastric juice is somehow not visible... Nothing stings at all. It's strange, but... this 'type' of eating, in my opinion, is quite...Interesting?”. Her thoughts were interrupted by two voices heard from outside, they were quite familiar.

-Argh! Damn take that beast away! Why did it react to her? Crap! We should have caught him earlier because now we have 2 monsters in the forest!!

-Yeah! At the second, we didn't even have time to explore that mysterious fabric of the second one!

- Well, what will we say to the military company now?! “Sorry, we’ve just lost your order”?!

- *Sigh* I don't know, Steve, I don't know.

- What do you mean you "don't know"?! You were responsible for her!

- Is it my fault that you decided to save metal?!

After that, Emma simply did not listen, and after learning that those people who loved her, in fact, loved only as an object or an animal, and were no different from those people except for lies, she began to cry quietly. It was like a single ray of light that turned out to be just a painted star on the fabric of darkness. She could no longer trust them, she could no longer love and sympathize with them. She could not trust them anyone.

So the two young birds sat for another fifteen minutes, of which the last five were in silence, after which Emma was released back. As soon as she was outside, the snake immediately began to apologize worryingly:

- Forgive me, please! I.. Oh my god, are you crying?! Please forgive me, I must have scared you and-

- This... Is not because of you...

She spoke through tears. The young man looked into her eyes, and after a short pause, silently hugged her. It was not expected for her, but then she understood ... HE is a new ray of light who really understands her, who is the same as her. Realizing this, she hugged him tightly in return.

- ...You know, I don't want to go back anymore...

- I understand... We can stay here together.

As soon as the hug was over, the girl was shocked that she didn't even know the name of her little light ray!

- ..My name is Emma. How about you?

- Emma ... Well, my name is Nail.

- Nail, can I address you by your name?

- Yes of course! I'm not so important to be so polite to me. - He smiled.

- Well, but you are very important to me! You, after all, saved me! the girl laughed. - But from lies!

- Eh... Yes, people really are such creatures...Oh, by the way, why are you wearing a mask? Are you sick with something?

- No, no, but... Although, you also have them...

Emma removed her mask and her bright smile was adorned with fangs. Nail was clearly shocked, but then he smiled and said.

- Don't wear it anymore, it only hides all your beauty. - He ran his hand over her cheek. Then he recovered and removed his hand.-I.I mean..I..um..

The girl laughed sweetly in response.

- It’s nothing! I will not wear it, why should I do it now anyways?

But she left it in her trouser pocket just in case.

- By the way... Why when I was... There... I didn't have any pain?? Why wasn't there any stomach acid??

- What-what acid? - he asked.

-Well.. You know...Usually what is eaten doesn't quite come back out in whole piece.-She tried to explain in simple words.

- Oh, you mean that!! Sorry, you did really think I would kill you there, didn’t you?

- No, I mean... This is not exactly a controlled process..

-Is it?!

- Wait... You can control it?!

- You don't?

- Well.. No!!! That’s at least smth I have in common with people!

- PEOPLE CAN'T DO THIS TOO?! - Nail was very surprised by this fact.

-..Wow, you're weirder than I thought...I like it!!Haha!!

So they lived for almost two years, after which they fell into a white portal that suddenly appeared, right under their feet, leading to...

Chapter 3: Veniamida

There was a civilization of Dolphin People in the ocean. Entire underwater villages and cities. They did not see the land and knew nothing about earthly civilization. But they got along great with ordinary dolphins. Dolphin people have existed for 1000 years, so they were quite developed. Among this race there was one family, not very large, but happy. In it were mother Katriana, father Opalý and daughter Veniamida. She was 7 years old at the time of this story. Then they rested on the reef as a whole family. It was a little far from the city, but they didn't pay attention to that. A mysterious ship was approaching the city, but everyone managed to escape. Everyone except our family. Seeing the approaching danger, they only had time to hide their daughter, after which the parents were caught.

The crew was surprised to only catch two individuals, because they found an entire city, and besides, according to the contract, they need to split the find equally between the learned class and the rights protection department. It is given to the first to study the species, to the second - to clear the memory and plunge into society. Others would like not to give anything to the hard class, but in all local dimensions the class is too high. It was decided to give the female individual to study, and the male to society.The second of the individuals was also given undercover protection to prevent the dark traders from killing the individual. At the moment, he is an ordinary office worker. The first one was less lucky... There were no scanning devices for the study, so the study was mostly carried out with the help of sections. She had scars everywhere, one of the two gills was cut off, and the tail was generally "cut" to the bone. Also cut on both sides of her mouth, not because she did it, but because she refused to open her mouth for dental analysis. The scars on the mouth are sewn back to their previous state. Thanks to a mistake at the station that caused the explosion, her suffering ended. Because she and a few other experiment victims were the only ones who could survive and they didn't have to suffer anymore from the cruel experiments.

Meanwhile, for the remaining 12 years, Veni lived under the "wing" of dolphins. Because of that, at the age of 17, she did not change her character, that is, she remained cheerful and childish, naive, retaining her childlike character. From a certain point of view, she can be called an optimist, but the optimists of her age, unlike her, know more about the world than she does. But deep inside she also has regret, anger and pain for the fact that her parents have still not fulfilled their promise to return.

Chapter 4: Varvara

Hello! My name is Varvara, friends and acquaintances call me Varya. In the chapter about my background, the author decided to change the style of the story so that you don't die of boredom. After all, unlike others, I am an ordinary girl with a normal family. Although, as I understood from the explanations about your world, you cannot call a normal person who is half spider. To the question of dirty perverts, I will answer: no, I do not have cobwebs from THERE. I just have an extra pair of spider fangs that erupt and can release a weak venom. So if fists won't help, I also bite. I still have 3 pairs of red eyes, but this does not give special advantages, as it could be seen at first glance. Otherwise, I look like a completely ordinary person. In general, "Impure" people are the norm for my world: cats, dogs, snakes, etc. And about my appearance: dressed in a t-shirt with a ripped bottom, an sweatshirt, which I wear as a belt every now and then, dark jeans, my temple is shaved and my hair is dyed acid blue.

If others' backstories lasted several years, my story lasts only one day. After all, I, again, don't have parents who died tragically or anything like that to talk about. I'll just recount the day when I... The author doesn't let me finish this sentence yet.

In general, I sat quietly during the break between pairs, everyone was gossiping as usual about their gossip, pages, who liked what. And then someone shouts to the whole class:

- Today, everyone is going to club *** at my expense!

Everyone shouted back something like "Whoah!", "How cool!" etc. I was silent, trying to ignore this mess. And then there were conversations about that club...

- I heard that you will be able to meet Nail there today!

- What, really?! With the one?

- UH-HUH! And he also wants to choose someone for "a very interesting pastime" ~

Fuck. My teeth clenched when I heard his mention.

Now, most likely, you want to say something like: "But could Nail go to some clubs, wasn’t he living in a cave?" .Yes, I know, but we are talking about another Nail now, The fact is that I am in a different dimension to that Nail. To distinguish when we see two at the same time, we call mine Nail V2. But here he is just Nail. Just for your understanding. He himself looks no different from the one you know, the only thing is that he has the tail instead of legs.

Why do I hate him so much? But because all the girls admire him, they say how cool he is, even though he's just another magazine model. Boys try to imitate him in order to be liked by the same girls. Acts macho in the captions, but I know he's actually the same chump, just maintaining an image for popularity. I see such people through. That was my opinion of him then, now I know he's in much worse.

My desk neighbor wakes me up from my thoughts:

- Varya, are you going?

- No, I didn't even think of it.

- But we were told that if someone does not leave, they will make the whole class stay!

It sounds strange, but it was normal for our class because our Headmaster is very strict. And could do something similar.

-Why should I care?

- Varya!! You'd better go, or I... or I will...

-Okay, I'll go, just don't strain your stupid head to come up with a stupid threat.

I had a rather strong build, so there was nothing to threaten me, especially from such girls. After this dialogue, I moved and calmly returned to my work.

A few more lessons, then houses, and the evening has already came. I decided that I would try to stand aside, buying something to drink from the machine. And that's what I did, I just stood by the machine sipping a Coke. But then when I was going to the garbage can on the other side of the corridor, suddenly a huge crowd flew at me, which completely absorbed me, and ran somewhere at an extraordinary speed. I know that to "Survive" in such a crowd you have to walk in its direction, so I just walked with them until they’ve hit something and stopped, now it was a piece of a giant group of people around something. Then, as the crowd was standing, I slowly tried to climb out, but the crowd seemed to be getting bigger and denser, I was pushed from side to side until I jumped out into a free, but small space, before I knew it, I crashed into someone suspiciously tall, and immediately jumped back and saw in front of me a red-haired figure of a man with barriers instead of ears and a T-shirt with a print in the form of a jacket with a tie. I immediately understood who I was dealing with, but he was not. After all, he immediately smiled, bared all his fangs, and, pulling me by the hand, said:

- Ok, then you come with me! ~

Everyone shouted either at him, for his choice, or at me, because I ended up there. However, I was preoccupied with trying to break free, clearly struggling with all my reserve. He led us into a room that looked like a hallway. A sofa, opposite a glass table with a bottle and a plate of fruit. Several posters and a desk with a laptop. He closed the door, turned to me and pressed me against the wall, away from the door.

- And you are quite sharp, but that's okay, I like such too.

- YOU’RE GONE! LET ME GO YOU-

He pulled back a little and thought, but did not let go.

I slapped him in the face, making it clear that I didn't want it, and just to show my anger. He pretended he wasn't hurt and continued.

- Well, I'll tell you the most important thing - he approached my ear, trying to do this "trick" with an “erotically” quiet whisper - I haven't tried spiders yet.

You have no idea how I regretted that he had no legs to strike between. After that he licked half of my face with the bang. Ew. Why not the other half? Now I’ll have to wash my hair off of that. I gave him a look that hinted at what he would get in the morning if he continued. However, he most likely hoped that I would not live to see the morning. After all, instead of the expected "dirty business", he did something dirtier. He opened his mouth so wide that my face fitted perfectly. But what is the face, the whole head. I didn't even have time to squeak, as everything plunged into darkness, a very tight and slippery darkness. I felt how he was gradually lifting and pushing the rest of me. While I cursed him with everything I could and tried to kick more so that everything would not be so easy. However, I sank deeper and deeper until I felt the pushing stop. Judging by the fact that I fit lengthwise, I was inside the tail.

- YOU HEAR, FUCKING ROMANTIC BASTARD?! LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!!

With these screams, I hit the walls with all my might.

- Well, and why should I do it? By the way, about your "hits", continue~

Damn sadomasochist. He asked himself, I swear.

- THAT'S WHY!!!!

I immediately bit him without thinking.- And what is it? If you pinch there won’t be any difer-

He was interrupted by the effect of the poison. My poison, although weak and non-lethal, works quite quickly.

- What ... did you do?

- I poisoned you!

- But if I die, you still won't get out.

- You won't die, feel sick the day - another, and that's it!

Perhaps Nail wanted to answer something, but he didn't have time, with the first urge to vomit. And now I'm free, smiling the same way he did when we first met, then I got up and run to the door. It was closed. And, of course, with the key that he has. I had to look for another way out.

I quickly grabbed the bottle and hit it on the tail, just in case. He hissed in pain. I ran and jumped out the window. It was somewhere on the 1st floor, so I wasn't particularly afraid that I might crash. But even if it were higher, such a death is better than what could have been. After which, instead of the ground, I fell into ...

Chapter ????:

short reteling of the main story :)

(First of all, I’m sorry. Even though this shit existed for years already I still could only write the prologues. Yeah, I’m a lazy ass a lil bit)

So, the plot starts with four of the characters appearing in some strange room. They're all shocked, and then the loudspeaker informs them, that they all are

separated from theyr worlds, and their destiny is to travel through the universes. They have no choice. About the relationship between characters: Veni tries to befriend everyone, Nàil and Emma just stay together and try not to panic, Varya says to everyone to stay away from Nail, because she associates him with the one from her world. Then they have some, more or less, peaceful travels in universes. BTW, they automatically teleportate every 24 hours. Until they met...A bomb!..Placed at one of them.Because of Emma's skills, she was able to deactivate it. Relationship between characters: Veni befriended everyone, everyone more or less become friends, Varya reconciled with that version of Nail and also notices strange feelings to Veniamida. Then, some universes later, they got teleportated into some strange room. There was a lot of screens with different images. In center of the room there was an spinning chair, and in the chair was....An furry dog!..It was humanoid dog dressed at red sweater and pants. She's actually kinda short. She said to them.The voice is kinda same to one that was heared from loudspeaker.."Well, hi there, travelers!.I'm admin.!.You already destroyed a few bombs, didn't you?.And you must be wondering why they appeared in a first place?..Well..You see...Autor got tired of all the worlds they created, so...They want to destroy it and start with fresh start!..Keep on destroying them, I'll teleportate you to right positions!"..And so, they keept doing what they did, but...Every time they was teleportated farer and farer from the bombs. Relationship between characters: Varya slowly falls in love with Veni.After a lot of universes, when they walked through one of the world's forest...Something happened with Emma.The demon, that was tricked by her mother long ago, was finally able to take control over all her body. The demon wanted to "test" It's powers, and so they all needed to run. They all runed, all besides Nail. He couldn't accept that his lover turned into..This..So he tried his best to help her return herself, but was first victim of the demon instead. Afterwards, demon caused "suicide" with her body. Meanwhile, Varya and Veni runed to the sity. Varvara understood where the bomb is. Its in somebody's basement. She sayd to Veni to guard while she destroys it. Veniamida was taken and killed by black traders, and Varya happened to be in Nàil V2's(the bad one) basement. So she got swallowed and digested alive...

So, All of the main 4 are dead, but instead of hell or haven they all get in some strange world. In that world every of them left alone with theyr own fears, created from the darkness creatures. But, every of them saw a light in the darkness, and escaped it, to..Heaven?!..It looks more like waiting room in a hotel. There was a girl in reception."Oh, hi.."She doesn't had a single emotion."Congratulations.You are dead...Now, can I hear your names?".As they say theyr names."Hm...Stange.I don't see any of your deaths registered, I think I should-". She was cutted out by some angel figure appearing. He had 3 pairs of wings and 3 huge turning rings with eyes instead of his head. He also got one huge eye levitating in front of the rings."Cut it down! That's autors guests." He said, as he opens some door portal."Come here".They walk into the door, the angel figure leads them through cloudy corridor to some kind of cabinet. As he does, he lefts them alone with autor in it. And they saw... autor. That partly looks like me cuz...You know, I am the autor. So, they were angry at autor, of course. Then, as they said all they think about her, she said:"I know you're angry and confused, but...Just you know..Admin tricked you.Belive me or not, but she did". Then she explained them who Admin truly are. First time she was...Her mask..Some kind of avatar, that was needed to represent herself and to not show her true looks at the same time, but then...Then she accepted herself, and so she didn't need avatar anymore...So then Admin got a personality, and became a character. So, she putted her at the worlds control, because she couldn't handle her life and life of all this worlds. But...The only thing admin couldn't do is...Delete worlds. So at first time she was just "playing god" but then...Then it comed too far."That's why she needs to be stopped!"..So, they was given with the apparat to teleportate according to their will to collect all "the main characters" around the universes. The plan was to weak her wit them, so Autor can make final "punch"..Because admin becomed too powerful. As they did, there was a long fight. At the end, Autor was pointing her spear on her neck. She fought her in her goddess form."What?!Go ahead, kill me!....Oh?..You can't?!..Why, of course..!!.Because I am you".."No. You're not. You was but only for first few years, then...You grabed only negative part of me. But you're right, I won't kill you. That'll be to easy for you". She removed all her powers besides immortality and throwed her into one single world where all the madness with scientists and wars and inequality wasn't fixed, like in some kind of jail. Then all the "main characters" was back to their worlds. Besides our 4.They all started to live together as neighbors in Varyas and Venis world happily! The end!:>

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