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kaypeace21 · 3 years

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Idk if this is possible or not or if you've done it already but could you list all the rainbow references in the show?

Haha- talk about pandora’s box. Sure, personally i think the rainbows have multiple meanings -3 meanings to to be exact

1) Rainbows being associated with psychics + Will’s powers plot twist

*We see in the stranger thing novel 'suspicious minds' when overusing powers you may hallucinate rainbows (which are also associated with the void/ monsters in the series) .

Terry: “Spots bloomed behind her eyelids. Every color … as the sunlight turned to rainbows” ( p44-45), “streaks of rainbow appeared (p47)”,“The rainbow stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: darkness. A pit.”(p. 48).

Alice (who sees visions of the future) : “Snarling, snapping monsters,RAINBOW LIGHTS playing in the air around them” (p. 121).

cough Will being in the upsidedown/being chased by “monsters”. And Joyce communicating with Will via “rainbow lights.”

The rainbow room (from s2) also has a rainbow on the door- according to the novel kali drew that rainbow. Similar to Will's rainbow drawing. Kali in the book also creates a rainbow allusion with sunflowers (Terry ref).

Kali: “field of yellow sunflowers grew up around them. A rainbow arcing over the golden tops.” (p. 139). “He noticed she’d drawn up there, a rainbow with her colored pencils. Maybe he’d suggest that for the playroom” (the rainbow room we see in s2) (p. 298)

I also already talked about how Terry saying "breath, sunflower, rainbow " is actually a reference to s1 Will- here (in link including pic of Will and Terry being told to “breath”.

*El in s3 also thinks of papa, her mother , and the rainbow room- cause she sees a cereal box with a rainbow (on it).

Dustin and susie sing a song from the film adaption of the book "never ending story". Which indicates how Will is subconsciously creating the supernatural creatures & people in the series . Before they sing, we also see susie is next to a ‘wizard of oz’ posters & she reads & talks to Dustin about the book "wizard of earthsea'. 2 of the 3 examples have rainbow-related songs (in their film adaptions) & all 3 hint at Will’s powers.

* wizard of earthsea:

It’s about a pre-teen wizard named Ged who has a bowl cut (Will) who casts a powerful spell, but the spell goes awry and instead he releases a shadow creature (by opening a portal between the living & dead- Will is a zombie boy remember?)! The new Archmage, Gensher, describes the shadow as an ancient evil that wishes to possess Ged. But the ‘shadow’ turns out to be a representation of the darkest aspects of his personality. It’ only when he calls the shadow monster by his own name “Ged”(cough mf=will the wise) does the monster stop acting out. The only way to save the world is for ged to then merge with the shadow(and for Ged to accept himself-and “become whole”).This also reminds me of the “Jungian shadow”

* never ending story:

Bastian ( who has a bowl cut- and is from single parent house hold) subconsciously creates a fantasy world being over run by darkness (symbolizing the loss of hope and dreams). One of the characters he creates is Atreyu (El). Atreyu ( was the child deemed the ‘chosen one). “Atreyu is knocked into the sea of possibilities. There he wakes on the shore of abandoned ruins. And Gmorick (mindflayer) then latches his jaws onto Atreyu’s (El’s) leg.”Pretty much what happened to El.”The Empress in the story later tells Atreyu, that despite being told he was the chosen one (he never was). And that it was always Bastian (Will) who was the chosen one-since his imagination created Fantasia (so he’s the only way to stop the darkness from over -running it).”

Will has mental health issues and accidentally writes a “story” about the shadow monster (reflecting his tra*ma). Bastian is depressed (over his parent) and subconsciously creates a story about darkness over-running everything. Like how Hopper describes his depression- like a black hole.

song Dustin & Susie sing:

“Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story” (cough the books susie referenced - are explaining the answer to what’s causing the mindflayer/upsidedown/the lab...this story )

“DREAM a dream. And what you DREAM will be” ( Will’s imagination making his nightmares come true)

“Rhymes that keep their secrets Will unfold behind the clouds.And there upon a RAINBOW Is the answer to a never ending story.”

(the lyric “rhymes that keep their SECRETS” purposely pans to Will both times the song is sung). Because the ‘SECRET’ is -he’s causing everything. And thus he’s the only way to stop it- or they’ll all be stuck in a never-ending story. The only way to stop it is for Will to face his shadow/the mindflayer (aka the other Will) who is always shown within the STORM CLOUDS . Will needs to create a RAINBOW (out of those storm clouds). Like rainbows that show up AFTER a storm.He’d do this by accepting himself , his tra*ma/mental health relating to his dad, and or his gay identity- then the story will be able to end.Dustin even says “ defeat his RAINBOW of DARKNESS” (and later says a “rainbow is the answer ”(to the story). st book:”The RAINBOW stayed with Terry for a long while, but eventually it faded and in its place: DARKNESS. A pit.”AKA: Will has to face his symbolic darkness and the storm/and than create a rainbow from it- for the story to end...

When Dustin says ‘rainbow of darkness’ he talks about my little pony- where one of their friends became a dragon. in d&d wizards can become dragons &Bastian also summons a dragon with his imagination powers in ‘never ending story’. And Will is associated with dragons: s1he has dragon comic & drawing, s2 Will has dragon poster in his room + watches his friends play dragon game. And again... dungeons & dragons.

Also tw for s.a/parental ab*se (so skip to ‘wizard of oz’ if you prefer ). In the 4th book of wizard of Eathsea (20 years after the original, where ged was the protagonist). The new main protagonist - was r*ped and burned by her father as a child (and in the sequel she became a dragon as a form of empowerment ). which goes with my lonnie theory-sadly.

*wizard of oz:

it’s about a Dorothy creating a mythical world based on people she both likes and dislikes . Dorothy sings in the movie a song about a ‘RAINBOW’ and references ‘DREAMS’ coming true in a mythical land -much like the ‘never ending story’ song (referencing “rainbows”/”dreams” coming to life).

“There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the RAINBOW, Skies are blue, And the DREAMS that you dare to dream, really do come true...”

We see in s1 Hopper cop-partner calls the lab “emerald city”. Murray in s2 says people “don’t want to look behind the curtain” (to see what’s causing the supernatural -in the film what was literally behind the curtain was a wizard-cough like Will). We also have -lion, tiger, and bear stuffed animals (as a ‘lion, and tigers, and bears-oh my!’ quote )from the film. And David harbor (Hopper) when referencing the s4 rainbow room (quotes the song) and he also quotes a speech from Dorothy-when posting about the cabin the mindflayer destroyed.

2) Rainbow cups (hinting at Lonnie’s return)

We see 2 rainbow cups in the series.

in s2) when Mike & Will are sitting together & saying they’re “crazy together” . This cup next to them says “happy birthday” in rainbow. Later that season- they talk about Will’s birthday-rainbow drawing, Mike&Will meeting & Lonnie leaving. And in s2, we also see in Will’s room a card that says “sorry, I forgot your birthday”(most likely from Lonnie). So both Lonnie & Mike are associated with Will’s bday.

in s3) We see a woman yell “I don’t want her in my house!” (while she sits next to a rainbow cup). reminiscent of Joyce saying to Lonnie “get out of my house”. We also know there are rumors s4 takes place during Will’s birthday & Lonnie’s actor may have been spotted on set. Along with the fact (it’s pretty much confirmed) Mike will be visiting the Byers in s4. However, the woman (next to the rainbow cup) also says “2 visitor only. 2!″

THE 2 VISITORS ARE MIKE &LONNIE (for Will’s b day).

Also, in s3, when El is drinking from cup- she sees a rainbow. And what’s the first word she thinks of? “Papa.”

so rainbow+cup= shitty dads (lonnie & brenner) probably returning

*And of course if that’s the case -Lonnie (the same guy who called Will h*mophobic sl*rs) will not be supportive of Mike & Will’s “friendship”. And will not be nice to Mike (to say the least). Like... imagine Hopper in s3 - but we know he’s not bluffing and the audience won’t have the option to take it as a joke... and yes the s4 movies hint at that...

3) gay symbolism

First we have Mike wheeler. He in s1 has rainbows sheets, rainbow bedroom blinds , and in his basement there’s a heart propelled by a rainbow. This is like how in s3 Mike kisses El and there is a drawing that says "Mike'. And on the drawing is a heart propelled by a rainbow. I already explained how its symbolic of him trying to be straight/fighting his feelings for Will, but wherever he goes a rainbow still follows (even when he tries being romantic with El). He’s trying to hide his “rainbow heart” by dating El- why in s3 (the rainbow-heart in his basement) mysteriously disappeared from his room (but a similar symbol follows Mike even when he kisses El).

Even in s2 when talking about Will (in the AV tech room): Mike is placed in the center of 2 objects : an object with 11 on it & on the right a rainbow apple (this apple is supposed to be an ode to the gay father of computers- but also about the forbidden apple). Hinting at the love triangle of Mike (with El/Will). PLUS, in the ST book ‘worlds turned upsidedown’ they literally show Mike in the AV room- and put the caption “FALLING IN LOVE- with tech” (and placed rainbow flags next to the caption). And of course we have Mike & Will pose next to the rainbow apple- in the AV room.

We also see when Mike and Will says they’re “crazy together” (aka LOVE-as Flo stated) and they’re next to a rainbow cup that says Happy birthday .

And later that season they ref the rainbow ship Will drew for his birthday-which Joyce was "proud" of. And while dancing with a girl (Will according to the script was looking at Mike instead of her) . That girl is wearing a rainbow heart hair pin. This is essentially a parallel to Mike . Will (next to a rainbow heart) is dancing with a girl, but is secretly thinking of Mike. Mike (next to a rainbow heart) is kissing el but secretly thinking of Will (and immediately goes on a movie double date with Will after this). The lyrics of both these scenes indicate they're not happy pretending to be straight. The lyrics for Will are "every smile you fake". And Mike while kissing el is "just a little uncertainty can bring you down" (and during this lyric is when El puts her hands on him-and he removes her hands from him *aka he’s not as confident in the relationship as he pretends to be.

We see in s4 bts that the rainbow heart hair pin (worn by the girl Will dances with) is also worn by nancy while standing next to Robin (who is gay). So being near a ‘rainbow-heart’ is prob a hint a character is gay. Aka robin & Will & Mike.

tumblr user “awhstrangerthings” pointed out the nancy -hair clip detail.

In s1 when troy is calling Will h*mophobic sl*rs (in front of Mike) he wears a rainbow shirt. And max while often critiquing m*leven (in s3) (to Mike) often wears rainbow shirts. I talked about how I thought Troy and max subconsciously remind Mike he isn't straight - so they're associated with the rainbow iconography-post here. Like we see Max with rainbow sheets (like Mike) and than she immediately talks to him on the phone. I mean she could be queer- but I lean to that theory at the moment.

The whole being near rainbows when associating with a queer character makes sense (it’s like a ‘gay-dar”). Similar to Nancy’s hair clip when being near Robin/ that Girl having the same rainbow hair clip when dancing with Will. If we assume this theory than see a pattern with other characters (when speaking about/being near queer coded characters)....

it’s similar to how : When lucas (via subtext) criticizes m*leven- he is also next to a rainbow (in Erica's room). I explained here- why it’s about m*leven.

or when Jonathan says he’s going to hang out with Will (it’s near a rainbow).

This Jonathan moment -Is similar to when Steve ( who has a rainbow bandaid-from the Byers’ house) calls Mike “Nancy” (which is slang for a gay guy)

*another addition: you see in the comments of this post ghostgirlsatin mentioned Dart has a rainbow blanket. But, I noticed a couple of other things.

notice Dustin says "we have to talk- its about my friend ,Will". As Dustin is near rainbow lights and a rainbow bed sheet. Like how

A) rainbows are associated with the supernatural creatures + Will

B) rainbow lights associated with Will

C) rainbows near straight characters when talking about /near queer characters... similar to how Jonathan is near a rainbow when talking about Will

*also can’t tell if that is a ‘rainbow ship’ poster?

We also see Erica has a sunflower & rainbow drawing in her room... at the moment not sure if its just a random easteregg , foreshadowing something supernatural we're not aware of yet? or just for the m*leven diss?

(although given the fact i think some characters were created by Will- and given all the Max &Billy/Will & jonathan parallels ... the rainbow stuff may be a hint Will created them? I mean they even made a Troy comic just to show his dad is a bully.) But, at the moment, i still lean to (some) characters having rainbow iconography because they’re referring to/are near a queer character.

#will byers #byler #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #el hopper #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jim hopper #joyce byers #stranger things #stanger things theory

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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"Little Lamb who made thee,

Dost thou know who made thee,

Gave thee life and bid thee feed

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing wooly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice!

Little Lamb who made thee

Dost thou know who made thee."

She stopped reading the sweet poem and looked down on her lap to find him sleeping.

She sighed. Of course, he fell asleep because he found the story of the lamb boring.

What's so bad about the poem of the little lamb? At least, it sounded better and much calmer than the Book of Urizen,...

"Little lamb,..." she heard his little voice.

Her ears perked up. She looked down once more and found the little boy staring up at her.

"Aren't you a mischievous little boy?" She playfully marvelled.

"May I call you,... Little Lamb?" He asked her, his pair of innocent silver eyes filled with some kind of unknown emotion.

"Yes, you may, dear."

The boy smiled and closed his eyes once more, feeling protected and loved because of her.

"I'll always love and protect you. I promise, Little Lamb."

The girl opened her mouth in surprise. Her heart brimming with bliss, she lovingly stroked his hair.

"And I promise you the same, Vergil." She quietly answered as the boy finally fell asleep.

It was the most beautiful and peaceful day of all. They chose to isolate themselves in that serenely lush garden where no one could bother them.

She looked up at the sky, feeling the soft wind on her flushed face and relishing on the scent of the many fetching flowers, freshly blooming in the early morning.

For her, everything was,... perfect.

For him, it was,... the most precious moment of all,...

***

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXIV

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The Master of the Fleminger House sat in his office, enjoying a glass of red wine in silence.

The Dreadnought has finally took off about half an hour ago, meaning that the promised hour was fast approaching.

There was a gentle knock on the door. Mentioning for his one good servant to enter, he shifted on his chair so that he was facing the window, instead, where he could clearly see the dot in the sky that was Shinano Musashi.

The thin servant gently closed the door and took a step forward.

"Master," he droned. "... it is almost time. Your dreams will finally come true."

Fleminger smiled. He put his empty glass down on the table and motioned for the servant to fill it. "Not only my dreams but, my ancestors', as well." He answered, his voice hoarse and content.

"Ah, you are correct as always, Master." The servant remarked as he took the bottle of liquour from the wine container, opened it, and poured his Master a glass full.

"Ah, Reginald, could you play my favorite song?" The Master calmly requested with a warm smile.

"Of course, Master."

The servant bowed with flourish and went to another table nearby that was situated next to the wall where the portraits of the pale Fleminger ancestors where hung. He took a slightly overused record from its drawer and placed it on the platter of the vintage player. He first made sure that the speed was correct, and then, pressed play, raising the cueing lever and aligning the tone arm with the record.

The old song that the vintage player produced made the Master smile as he theatrically took a deep breath.

With a fine voice and with twirling fingers, he sang,

"On the farm, ev'ry Friday.

On the farm, it's rabbit pie day.

So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along,

I get up early and sing this little song.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run.

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run!"

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Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,...

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun,...

He'll get by without his rabbit pie,...

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,...

V saw the traces of blood on the ground, an indication to where his one and only prey went.

He smiled and pointed at that certain direction using his metal cane, making sure that Shadow would go there for the hunt.

He, then, followed suit as calmy as he could, relishing each thrilling moment of this complete and utter madness.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,...

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun,...

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run,...

You continued to flee from the man like a hunted animal, hoping and praying for a sign, anything at all, that could save you from all of this.

But, alas. You knew it was futile.

Still, you ran aimlessly, unaware that the more you did, the more evidence you leave behind with the little drops of your own blood from the wound that Shadow inflicted a while ago.

And then, just like a lanslide on a quiet and empty place, the pulsating wall on your right burst open, splattering demonic blood and unidentified guts all over your body.

After that, Shadow, on the form of a fearsome female knight, emerged from that hole in pursuit of you.

You looked at her in horror and turned away just in time as she morphed one of her arms to a dark lance that was readily pointed at your back. The familiar charged at you, her lance almost piercing your small body. You merely dodged it as you bent, drawing your rapier in response to the attack. You waved your weapon and sent a blade of light flying towards Shadow, which she deflected using her other hand that just morphed into a shield. The deflected blade of light bounced off her and landed on the ceiling, making huge throbbing veins drop from it along with a waterfall of thick crimson liquid.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,...

Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun,...

He'll get by without his rabbit pie,...

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,...

You used this waterfall of blood as an opportunity to get away with as much speed as you can.

And through all that ruckus, you tried to call the entity's name,...

It would not obey you.

But, why?

Then, you heard another explosion as Shadow struggled to get through the Dreadnought's gunk. You did not waste any more time looking at her when she started morphing, and instead turned around towards a dark section of the demonic mechanism.

You felt your way into the darkness, leaving you with no choice but to stumble to a huge, spherical structure that seemed to glow with weak crimson light. You hid behind it, feeling its smooth and fleshy sensation against your palm.

Moments later, the noises subsided. You could no longer hear Shadow and her heavy, splashing footsteps against the pools of blood on the floor.

You waited, holding your breath and wishing for this whole nightmare to end.

And then, as if by some unuttered kind of curse, you heard his voice.

"Hmm,..." the poet hummed with that seductive voice of his. "I could smell,... something familiar here,..." he playfully mused.

Your breath hitched.

"I know you're there, I could smell you." He called, making you tremble in fear and your hair stand on end.

And at that precise moment when you felt your heartbeat triple in suspense, the structure where you were hiding glowed and flickered like a lamp.

V noticed this exact phenomenon and knew exactly where you were.

"Now, there's no use hiding now, is there,... Little Lamb?"

At the mere mention of those words, the structure flickered in erratic sequences, providing some kind of light to the dark and suffocating room.

You noticed this sudden change, as well. You were honestly aware that the poet never referred to you as Little Lamb, and yet,...

... it felt awfully familiar, like you've heard it before in a seemingly far away land,...

And at the simple thought of it, the strange structure glowed and pulsated in time with the beating of your heart.

Little Lamb? V thought. Where did I hear those words again?

"Now, Little Lamb, I would greatly appreciate it if you come out now, lest I turn into a Big Bad Wolf and hunt you down, myself."

V waited for a response from you but, all he could see was the demonic structure glowing and pulsating multiple times, like a beating heart.

And she honestly thought she could conceal her demonic nature? V thought as he sighed at the situation. He was fast approaching his own death, and he could not do anything to the heart unless he end you first,...

He must do it quick before he could completely crumble to nothingness.

"You leave me with no choice so, be it."

Your eyes widened at those words and you had to cover your mouth to prevent yourself from screaming when you heard a snap, followed by a huge explosion that practically made a hole in the ceiling and making everything around you bright.

You felt massive tremors on the ground and, seconds later, you felt the golem fire its laser at the structure, almost obliterating you to smithereens had you not ducked in time.

The onslaught went on for a painful minute until it finally subsided, leaving new holes in the room.

Strangely enough, despite the golem's powerful attack, the structure you were hiding from remained unscathed and sturdy as if it was made from the strongest, otherworldly materials.

You thought you were finally safe until you felt the horrifying tremors once more, making you shut your eyes and cover your ears in defense as Nightmare fired its laser at you for another round.

The attack went on for another five minutes, making you cower helplessly behind the one and only thing in the evil Dreadnought that actually made you safe.

And during this ambuscade, you couldn't help but think how foolish you were for ever declaring that you're ready to die. You felt stupid for believing that you finally accepted your fate of inevitable demise, and you felt useless and coward for not fulfilling the wish that was set for you by the entity as a mission for ten whole years.

I can't,... you fearfully thought. I can't do it!

As Nightmare went on with its aggression for five more minutes, the faces of all the people you met flashed before you.

Of friends, of allies, of helpers,...

... of Trish and Lady,...

... of Nero,...

... of Patty,...

... of Griffon,...

... of Nico,...

... of Dante,...

... of the one you loved the most,...

"I can't!" You cried as you braced yourself for another onset.

"You were asking how to thank me for earlier. May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?"

"Please,..."

"Hmm,...those scars,... symbolize the true enjoyment and will that you felt doing that special something you adore. Those feet, my Lady,... I would kiss,... over,... and over again,... if I could,... "

"P - please,..."

"What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well."

"Enough,..."

"I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe. But, the idea of doing those things alone,... do not please me, at all."

"But, with a companion?"

"Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?"

"V, I,..."

The onslaught abruptly halted as you heard the man gasp for air like he was having an asthma attack of some sort. The tremors stopped as you heard a thud on the ground behind your hiding place.

As if by some deep - rooted instinct, you felt the entity take over your senses, pushing you into a deep trance and unconsciousness,...

V was losing all of his remaining demonic power. As soon as Nightmare evaporated, he fell on the ground, feeling an intense difficulty in breathing.

He must kill you now and obtain your power! Or else,...

"Mas,... ter,..."

The man couldn't believe his eyes, for you finally came out of your hiding place of your own accord, ready to die.

He struggled to stand up and limped his way towards you. Making sure that you would not escape, he summoned Shadow for the last time with the last shred of his power and commanded it to morph into a set of spikes that pierced your legs and arms.

The sweet scent of your blood that fell from your wounds to the ground almost drove him to insanity but, still, he denied the temptation.

He leaned on his cane for support and held up a hand: a gestured he did once in Delphi to summon the Yamato. And with that command, the remaining parts of Shadow that were not connected to you changed once more into dark vines that grew equally dark roses. He waited for the right moment, and when it finally came in the form of the biggest flower, he let go of the metal cane and pulled out the protruding sword from the dark bud. He unsheathed it and pointed it at you.

You felt yourself drifting, the darkness engulfing you like an unwanted embrace. But, then, you were pulled out of it as you were filled once more with light. And when you opened your eyes, you saw V pointing a sword at you.

His skin cracked beyond recognition, his eyes red to the point of bleeding, you knew he was reaching his limit.

And, still, he smiled triumphantly,...

With Shadow's spikes sticking to your limbs to prevent escape, you were at the poet's mercy.

The man sighed as he pointed the sword against your mid section.

"I know you could never resist me, my love." V whispered hoarsely, his grin as evil as ever. "Any last words, Little Lamb?"

The tears just fell and your heart ached awfully.

The entity, who, apparently, was loyal only to its real "Master", has brought you involuntarily to the death's door. You knew there was no turning back.

You bowed down low, letting your tears fall on the ground. Controlling your sobs, you looked up and glanced into his empty bloodshot eyes one last heart - wrenching time, and let out the words you so wanted to tell him for the last ten years,...

The massive heart of the Dreadnought pulsated weakly in response to your dying heart. With a soft voice, you whispered your feelings, pouring out all of the emotions and frustrations that piled up over the years of being controlled by the entity.

"I love you, V."

For a moment, the man let the sword down, seemingly conflicted with something. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he started chortling, a bit soft, at first. Then it gradually became louder as he slicked his dark locks and threw his head back.

Your heart felt like it just shattered into a million pieces at the same time that the massive heart of the Dreadnought lost its radiance.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the pain.

With a deep sigh, V raised the Yamato above his head, gripping its hilt with his weak, trembling hands and pointing it to your stomach.

His thirst taking hold of his entire being and engulfing what little humanity he had left, he declared with every inch of the true Devil within him,

"I choose,... POWER!"

With one swift movement, he drove the sword to your body, ignoring your last words,...

... letting go of his former self,...

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~ A special dedication to @beyond-the-mirror . 🖤

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"I choose,... POWER!"

V rammed the Yamato to the girl's body, making sure that the long blade would come through her fragile form.

Her blood spouted out from her mouth and wounds, splattering on the ground, and her head hung low - a clear indication that her life was soon ending.

At that moment, her body radiated with the same blinding light that once reduced Shadow to a small form but, this time, it transformed into a pair of wings behind her back. The wings, then, scattered like petals, transfiguring into two female forms. The two figures disintegrated into little orbs and swiftly made their way to V's body.

He instantly felt hot all over as soon as the two entities entered his body. He felt great power surging all throughout his dying form, giving him unparalleled strength and vitality.

Giving him power unlike any other he has received before,...

A meteor - like crimson light suddenly crashed through the ceiling and landed on the ground before him. Its light subsided, revealing the form of of his twin brother.

As soon as Dante realized that his brother was standing before him, alive and unharmed, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes seethed with rage.

"Ya got some pretty big cojones for comin' back." Dante gritted through his teeth, drawing a strange sword and charging towards his twin brother. "You just don't know when to give up!"

He was about to beat the crap out of him until he saw the familiar body on the ground,...

The Devil Hunter stopped in his tracks, unable to believe his own eyes as they roamed on the forgotten form that was swinming with its own blood. He kneeled in front of her and gently took her in his arms.

"(Y/N)? No, no, no, no, no!" Dante whispered, his voice broken and his eyes stinging. "Stay with me, please. Stay with me,..."

He felt for her pulse and found out that she was actually barely alive despite the grave wound she just received. He felt some little power left within her that was still trying to help her heal but, it felt like the rest of them somehow got taken away from her. By force.

That's when Dante saw a familiar metal cane on the ground, and a demonic feline at his brother's side,...

"So, this is your plan all along, huh, V?!" Dante raged as he looked at his brother in total wrath. "And to think I mourned for your death and wept for Nero's ignorance for killing his own father,...

"And now, this,..." the man gritted as he carefully laid the girl on the ground, standing up and striding towards his twin, his form slowly getting engulfed by that same red light. "Not only did you take the woman I love away, you tried to murder her, too! THE WOMAN WHO CHOSE YOU!"

Dante changed into a terrifying form of evil that made Shadow cower in fear behind V.

It was bigger and even more threatening - looking, unlike his first Devil Trigger form.

However, this didn't faze the man who just gained true power,...

"LET'S END THIS," Dante howled, summoning the strange sword once more and flying towards his own family. "... VERGIL!"

Vergil simply raised the Yamato, and his body was suddenly engulfed with the familiar light that Dante once saw in the girl.

Instead of turning into a Devil, himself, Vergil turned into a seven - foot tall being of light that disintegrated everything within its immediate vicinity.

"Andromeda." Vergil pronounced the name of the entity of light - The Protector of The Present - as he pointed the Yamato at Dante. The Protector amplified his strength and with incredible speed, he charged towards the Devil, mortally wounding him with just one slash.

Dante fell on the ground without so much as a fight, turning back into his human form. He coughed up blood and realized, in utter shock, that the wound he received from the full force of Andromeda was not healing. Not at all.

"The Goddesses have acknowledged their true Master." Vergil uttered as soon as he turned back to his mortal form. "And it has never been you, or Sparda, or even that disposable and pathetic vessel you spoke of as your love. Their one and only Master - is me."

"You've really,... gone too far this time!" Dante said as he struggled with his wound.

"Worry not. The pain shall soon pass. You will rest in peace." The elder brother calmly spoke as his eyes suddenly widened. He held up one arm and stopped another Devil as it stealthily charged towards him.

The blue - winged Devil with long white hair struggled as he tried to escape Vergil's grasp, choking and turning back to his human form,...

"Nero,..." Vergil acknowledged the boy as he watched him suffer. "Even with your awakened state, you are still useless. What a waste of great power."

"HE'S YOUR SON!" Dante yelled as he fell once more to the ground.

Nero stopped struggling as he looked at the cold, white - haired man who was choking him to death.

All of a sudden, he remembered the mysterious words she told him,...

"Can you say, that's imposible?"

"T - that's i - imp - possible!" Nero breathed, unable to believe the plain and painful truth.

And it seemed nothing to Vergil, who gained absolute power and lost his entire humanity in the process.

"My son,... means nothing to me!" He exclaimed as he brought down the boy to the ground with the full intention of breaking him like glass.

Then, he heard it. He heard her whispering to him,...

"Master,..."

"Cassandra?" Vergil muttered.

"It has begun,..."

"What will - ?"

Cassandra took hold of Vergil's mind, showing him visions of the future,...

... of the true enemy rising up in vengeance, of the total annihilation of humanity,...

... of the world's end,...

As soon as Cassandra left his mind, Vergil saw, in utter denial and horror, how the massive heart of the Dreadnought exploded, splattering thick red liquid everywhere and gushing out the same substance on the floor like a waterfall.

And inside Shinano Musashi's heart was the form of a naked girl who looked so much like that disposable vessel the Sisters of Fate chose for him.

The girl opened her eyes, revealing her pitch - black pupils like they were void of life. Her sight adjusted, and when she glanced down to the ground, ignoring Vergil and Shadow, she saw Dante, Nero, and,...

"S - sister?" The girl uttered, her voice sounding off and broken, like her throat was mutilated. "S - sist - ter,..."

Sister? Vergil thought as the girl made her way to (Y/N). Is she (Y/N)'s - ?!

"She was the most beautiful girl in the world, and everybody adored her. She,... died,... to save me, V."

She's dead! How could she - ?!

The girl looked down at her sister's dying form, and when she finally realized what truly happened, her form suddenly changed, with dark scales growing on her pale and perfect skin and three pairs of equally dark wings sprouting out of her back.

The girl - a demonic figure now - howled in agony as a pair of long, twisted horns protruded out of her head. She screamed like this for nearly a minute, and when her transformation into a full Demon was finally complete, she flew up to the sky with unbelievable speed.

Vergil, Dante, and Nero helplessly watched as the sky turned dark.

Moments later, multiple crimson lasers rained down from the clouds, landing on the ground and annihilating everything within its reach.

Killing innocents in the process,...

This,... is not,... written! Vergil exclaimed in his mind as he called back Shadow and morphed again into the light being, leaving Dante and Nero and escaping just in time when the Dreadnought started crumbling and descending from the sky.

I must go to Fleminger! He thought hysterically as the massive genocide ensued. He knows what to do!

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🖤🖤🖤

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keeroo92 · 5 years

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Be My Nightmare Ch2

Of Charcoal and Lust

Warnings for references to self-harm, mental illness and blood kink. Spicy at the end.

~~~Previous Chapter~~~

Word count - 4,048

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---Reader---

You spent the rest of the week with your other patients, but you couldn’t keep your thoughts away from V. He was an enigma, the kind of case you’d been waiting for. A killer, but with brains. Capable of planning, and trickery. He’d be a tough man to work with, a stark contrast to the boring tedium of the masses.

“Dr. Waras, are you listening?”

Speaking of…

You tapped your pen against your lips and met the eyes of your current patient, Ken Sinclair. Guilty of animal abuse but he blamed it on visions of the future. He also had a lovely tendency to believe every conspiracy theory known to man.

“Of course I am. Please, continue,” you replied.

He shifted his weight and stared at the floor. Evasion. You made a note.

“I… so the cat next door, he was going to start a revolution. I saw it.”

“What sort of revolution? How was the cat going to begin?”

Ken fidgeted, his fingers betraying his anxiety. Due to his enjoyment of conspiracies, the man was extremely slow to trust. You internally rolled your eyes.

“I’m truly curious. I have a cat myself, did you know that?”

A lie, but a harmless one. Ken smiled, his fingers relaxing at the reassuring tone of your voice. Child’s play.

“He was going to start with his owner, the guy worked for the CIA.”

You widened your eyes and made a note. It was possible the neighbor actually did work for the CIA, but most likely it was yet another delusion. Poor Ken had trouble telling the difference. He had potential, though. If he made enough progress he might someday get to go home.

But it was doubtful.

By the end of the session, you had heard enough quackery to last until next time. You waved to Ken as Aaron led him back to his room and checked your schedule to see which patient was next, even though you already knew. You’d been looking forward to this for days.

After your first meeting with him, his file proved a fascinating read. An art student from a prestigious university, he’d suddenly dropped out last year and vanished. His family searched for months but found no trace of the gifted artist. His whereabouts between then and the murders were hazy at best, only unconfirmed rumors or hearsay.

And the murders themselves were truly obscene. Details were sketchy on how he chose the family, but the scene was thoroughly documented. Blood so deep the cops wore galoshes, a mixture of his victims and several cows. The walls were painted with the crimson fluid, the wet dribbles still trailing to the kick molding. He’d used a nailgun to affix lengths of ropy intestines to his artwork as a frame, spearing a kidney and part of the child’s liver as focal points.

The bodies themselves were arranged in a gruesome tableau. The mother and father were stripped naked, splayed out for all to see on the couch. He hadn’t bothered trying to disguise where his blades had left their marks, choosing instead to draw attention to the young child strung up above her parents on the chandelier. The child had died first, her blood dripping into the heartbroken faces of her parents as he carved them up.

He didn’t gag them. The neighbors heard the keening wails but by the time the police arrived, he was licking the gristle from his fingertips and humming a piece of classical music. He’d welcomed the officers, offering bags for them to vomit into even as the man with the strongest stomach cuffed him.

The case never even made it to trial. He pled guilty with a smile, and the judge was all too happy to ship him off to an asylum based off his lawyer’s recommendation.

And now here he was, being led into your office by Kevin with a lidded gaze and a suggestive smirk. The orderly affixed the cuffs to the wall with a length of nylon rope, making sure V couldn’t reach you if you stayed at the desk. The young man saluted you and took his leave, and you were alone with the crazed murderer.

“How lovely to see you again, Y/N,” he purred. Even knowing his crimes, you couldn’t deny his voice held great allure. Again, you were struck by the waste of a life before you. He had so much potential, only to fall into madness.

“Hello again, V. How are you feeling today?”

You made it a point not to acknowledge the way he addressed you. To insist on him using your title would only show weakness, that his opinion of you held value. He could call you whatever he liked; you were the one in control here.

He smirked and pulled up his legs, sitting cross legged on the couch. “I’m well. Quite a treat to stretch my legs today. It’s almost a shame how close your office is.”

He’s reminding me of when I stretched his leg. Trying to set me off my game.

You smiled and made a note.

“True, maybe Kevin can take you for a walk after we’re finished.”

Asserting your control, telling him you held his fate in your hands. What fun he was already; the mind games alone were worth the wait.

“That would be nice.”

His eyes gleamed. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. Damn.

“Let’s get started.”

V licked his lips and gazed at you, his meaning clear. “Do let’s.”

You continued without missing a beat. “Here at Mundus Psychiatric, we have a three-pronged system to rehabilitate violent offenders. First off is medication. Dr. Malphas has you on Seroquel, and he’ll be in charge of your prescriptions based on my notes. He’ll meet with you personally once a month.”

You paused to give him a chance to ask any questions, but he only stared at you. On to the next section, then.

“Next, you’ll meet with me on a daily basis to work through any trauma or psychological issues. My job is to help you reach a healthy state of mind and to do that I need you to work with me.”

You paused again, giving the man a meaningful look. He licked his lips.

Right. On to the last one.

“The third approach involves creative catharsis. I imagine this will be of particular interest to you due to your background, but if you display signs of aggression or self-harm, this privilege will be revoked.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Art.”

His hands twitched and he inhaled sharply, his excitement clear. As you’d thought; this would be the way to reach him. You couldn’t help but be curious what he would create, especially without human remains to use as materials. Watching him at work could grant you insights otherwise hidden from view, and you slid open the lower drawer of your desk to pull out supplies with excitement.

---V---

The dull stub of charcoal was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in months. His mouth watered, his fingers twitching to outline the images in his mind. He could almost hear the scratching of the dark substance against paper. He couldn’t look away.

It occurred to him that this was a test, some menial attempt to gain new insights into his character. Yet he didn’t care. The urge was too strong and he didn’t hesitate as you arranged a sheet of paper on a clipboard and offered it to him with the nub of charcoal.

What to draw, that was the question. His first work in months, it had to be sublime. Something to celebrate the occasion.

Draw her, idiot.

He bit his lip to remain silent. It wouldn’t do to reveal Vergil to you, not yet. It was too early to introduce you to such thoughts. Still, he had a point.

Nothing inappropriate, mind you. A portrait. No blood or tears.

He sighed internally. How boring. The image of your face twisted in pain and pleasure, like Bernini’s Saint Teresa in Ecstasy was oh so tempting. He’d imagined it many times already, it would be lovely to bring the image to life.

Don’t be a fool.

He drew the first line. The shape of your face was simple, but how to arrange your features? What did your smile look like? Did your eyes crinkle?

His focused gaze shifted to meet yours. You were watching his every move, intent curiosity on every feature. Vergil had been right, you were paying far too much attention for him to indulge. Damn him.

“What’s her name?” you asked.

The truth was too risky, yet you’d have to be blind to not make the connection by the time he was finished. He had to avoid answering, then.

“Would you mind smiling for me? It’s been a long time since I saw happiness.”

You leaned back in your chair and made a note. He clenched his jaw, hating the reminder of the situation. How he craved the chance to connect without the framework of your profession. To do so was essential to your growth.

A warning growl sounded in his head, Shadow reminding him of his goals. Truly, she was the best of them all. He schooled his features into an expression of raw vulnerability, furrowing his brow and angling his head so the light reflected from his eyes. You tapped your pen against your lips and empathy bloomed in your stare.

Victory was sweet.

“I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Let’s keep talking while you work, too.”

He nodded and added another line, glancing between the paper and your face. Though you did smile, it seemed false. Forced. It gave him what he needed to add lips, but to get the eyes right he needed to see you laugh.

“What shall we talk about?”

You hummed and he added the shadow cast by your nose.

“Let’s start with what happened between you leaving school and the murders.”

He smirked. Could you have given him a better opening? Doubtful.

“Oh, is that all?” he replied, injecting his voice with all the sarcasm he could muster. You tried to hide it, but you were amused. He saw the glint of humor in your eyes as you fought to restrain a chuckle. Perfect, just what he needed. He began outlining your eyes.

“Unless you’d rather tell me more about Griffon.”

He hummed and pondered his choices. It was always an option to remain silent, but that would do nothing to further his goals. He chose the safer of the two subjects and tilted his head, comparing the sketch with reality. Sufficient, considering the circumstances.

“I spent a great deal of time wandering, observing humanity in action. Planning my masterpiece.”

You made a note. He added a few lines to your brows, darkening them to his liking.

“So you knew in advance what you were going to do?”

He smirked and ran a thumb over the brows to smudge them. Perfection. “Only vaguely.”

Another note. It was becoming distracting. He held the clipboard higher, blocking his line of sight to focus.

“Tell me more about your masterpiece.”

Careful.

He could speak on it for hours, but he needed to be cautious. How to frame his thoughts so they didn’t seem too outlandish? He wasn’t unaware of how far from the norm his reality was; far from it. But it wasn’t his fault the world was blind.

“It was meant to be a statement on humanity’s focus on innocence and virtue, and how foolish it is. Naivete should not be praised, it should be excised. It is weakness to intentionally keep blinders on and block out the pain of reality.”

You chuckled. He’d never heard the sound before and closed his eyes to memorize it. It would sound all the more lovely if you were by his side, blade in hand.

“You have a point, though your methods seem extreme. Why not try something less drastic first?”

“The gentler the approach, the fewer people it reaches and the duller its impact. I had to be drastic to make my message clear.”

He shaded the strands of your hair. Such a beautiful color, it would be divine in red.

“I think I understand. You had to be bold to be heard.”

His lips twisted into a smirk. You really did show great promise. He should reward you. Another morsel, just a taste of what he had to offer.

“Exactly. Think of all the great artists. They were great for many reasons but chief among them was nerve. Have you studied art history?”

You shook your head and remained silent, waiting for him to elaborate. He allowed himself a moment of self-satisfaction – so far, he had played this perfectly.

“Write this down and do some research. Rubens’ Massacre of the Innocents. Rembrandt’s Blinding of Samson. Caravaggio’s Judith Beheading Holofernes. Titian’s Flaying of Marsyas. Art is full of examples of violence and the macabre. Several artists have even used human remains as subjects.”

He paused, letting you finish taking down his referrals. It was difficult to limit his choices to only the few, but there would be time to show you more. First, you must see his perspective. He added the final touches to the portrait of you and added a dark V to the bottom right corner with a smile.

“Why do you think that is? That some artists paint such darkness while others don’t.”

He scoffed. “Those whose art reflects traditional beauty are skilled, I cannot deny that. But they are limited. Only through pain and suffering do we grow, only through torment do we reach truth. They are distracted by worldly appeals and though their work is pleasing, it offers no deeper meaning. The purpose of art is to guide the viewer to a better understanding of reality. How can that happen if the viewer is subjected only to pleasantness?”

You pursed your lips. Had he gone too far? Perhaps an example would help you see. A contrast. He wiped the dust from his hands, leaving black stains on his plain linens.

“May I have another piece of paper?”

Within moments, his hand was flying across a fresh sheet. Powerful strokes left dark lines behind as he furiously sketched, using his own face so as not to alarm you. He added tear tracks and small drops of fluid oozing from thin lines. The eyes showed fear and rage, a tempest of emotion in black and white. A few careful smudges and the drawing was complete. He held out both to you and waited.

“These are incredible… You have true talent, V.”

Your eyes were wide, lips parted in awe at his meager efforts. He could do so much better. How would you react to a piece created with more intent, more thought behind it? Images of you flooded his mind, worshipful and obedient to his whims. He shifted his weight to ease the ache in his cock at the thought of sketching your lips covering his length, blood leaking from your mouth to drip on his thighs.

Focus. Be patient.

He pulled at the nylon cord anchoring him to the wall, taking all the slack available to rest his hands in his lap and subtly rub himself. It sent him reeling to be able to touch himself at last. He bit his cheek to withhold a moan as his thumb caressed the ridge of his head, the fabric sticking to his slit from his arousal.

Your eyes lifted and he forced his hands to lie still. Such torture, to have relief so near and yet so far. He licked his lips.

“Do you see now? Do you understand?”

You sighed and set the drawings aside. He didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered on the page featuring his own face twisted in agony. Something soft tinted your face and you cleared your throat before turning to face him once more. He shifted his hips again.

“I understand your perspective, though I’m not sure I agree with it. Art serves many purposes to many people. Who am I to judge what its true role is?”

A safe answer. She begins to see but refuses to admit it.

It was enough. For now. He leaned back and relaxed his posture, wondering what you would ask next. With the progress so far, perhaps he could be more cooperative with his answer.

“When did Griffon first speak to you?”

---Reader---

His art was remarkable. The raw emotion in the charcoal astounded you and you struggled to refocus. Watching him work gave you a new appreciation for his looks, too. The focus and intensity of his eyes as he added line after line, the intimacy of the way he asked for a smile, the movements of his lithe fingers… it was beautiful to behold.

It was a testament to your training and professionalism that you didn’t react when he started fondling himself. He wasn’t the first patient to indulge sexual desires in your office, but he was by far the most attractive. You pursed your lips and adjusted your legs, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your belly. It made you feel unclean to have such a strong reaction and yet it refused to diminish.

This man will be the end of me if I’m not careful.

So, you steered the conversation into safer waters, back to something that was less likely to arouse his passions. He clenched his jaw and his fingers twitched as if to rub his length again, and you hastily looked elsewhere as he answered.

“Early May, just under a year ago.”

You made a note. “Does Griffon speak to anyone else?”

He smirked and his eyes gleamed. It sent a tremor of anticipation through you to see the hunger in his gaze.

“Not yet.”

Yet? That’s unusual.

You made a note just as a gentle tap sounded from the door. Kevin was back to take V to his room. The time had passed so quickly you hadn’t noticed. You mentally shook yourself and gave V a smile.

“Looks like we’re out of time for today.”

“May I make a request?”

You paused. From the way he still gripped the charcoal, you had a guess as to what he wanted. It wasn’t unreasonable to allow him to keep the nub and send him off with a few sheets of paper, but it was decidedly against protocol. Regardless, you had to hear him out.

“Of course.”

He held up the charcoal. “May I take this with me, and some paper? It’s dreadfully boring to sit in that room with nothing to do.”

Another gentle tap and the door opened. Kevin walked over with a smile, waiting for the go-ahead to release the artist. You sighed. If only it were up to you.

“I’ll talk to Dr. Malphas about it on your behalf. We’ll see,” you replied, reaching out to take the charcoal away. He didn’t fight you, but the sadness in his eyes almost stopped you in your tracks. There was one thing you could grant him. Hopefully it would bridge the gap.

“Kevin, take him for a lap around the building to stretch his legs. You won’t be difficult, will you V?”

He shook his head and smirked. Kevin shrugged and untied the nylon cord, leading V away. The moment the door closed, you let out a deep sigh, slumping in your chair.

As far as first sessions normally went, this had been a home run. You’d gained more information than you expected, seen a facet of the man you knew was integral to his recovery. Maintained the balance of power and given him a reward. You’d done your job.

So why did you feel so conflicted?

---V---

The walk was a blessed gift and he savored every step. He also made it a point to note the security gates and location of the stairwell, creating a map in his mind for future use. As Kevin led him back toward his room, he requested a pit stop. His room didn’t have a toilet, due to concerns of self-harm.

As Kevin retreated behind the transparent panel, giving him the barest semblance of privacy, he grinned. It was all too easy to conjure images to fuel his need and within a few pumps he was fully hard. He angled his body to hide his activity and let himself imagine it was your slim hand wrapped around him.

He closed his eyes and wondered how tight you were, whether you’d gasp as he sank inside you. The couch in your office was the perfect size, was it bolted to the floor or could he make it move? He bit his lip to keep from groaning, mind full of all the ways he’d decorate your flesh with bruises and bite marks. You’d be ethereal with a few tasteful splashes of blood and his cum leaking from your lips.

His hand quickened along with his panting as he thought about claiming you as his own, leaving this accursed place behind and finding somewhere to hone his craft and teach you all he knew. He would set you free and share his every creation with you. If you desired it, he’d use the bodies of his chosen to show you how he’d fuck you until you bled. His hands would stifle any cries so as not to spoil the mood as he held your sweet gaze and pounded into another. Would you touch yourself? Would you want a turn?

He couldn’t suppress his drawn out whine as he exploded. Hot ropes of white spewed from his tip as he quivered his release, hand coaxing every last drop into open air. His hips rolled forward, smacking against his palm in a poor approximation of his plans for you.

After a moment to catch his breath, he opened his eyes to judge his work. Evidence of his release coated the wall behind the toilet, crossing over the porcelain into the urinal. It was a shame he had to leave it behind, but he’d have other chances. He hummed and licked his fingers clean, another surge of lust pulsing inside him as he imagined your tongue on his flesh. Would you enjoy the salty flavor?

He had faith.

“Almost done?” Kevin called out. He’d forgotten the simpleton was watching.

“Almost.”

He relieved himself quickly, knowing he wouldn’t get another chance for a while. A hasty wash of his hands and he rejoined the orderly with a satisfied smile.

The man escorted him to his room in silence, hooking his wrists and ankles into the bed once more without meeting his eyes. It was easy to figure out why – he must have seen V’s gratuitous self-indulgence. The artist smirked as Kevin turned to leave, but he paused at the door.

“Next time you do that, can you keep the mess contained? I have to go clean it now.”

V bared his teeth in a grin. “Apologies.”

Kevin shuffled his feet. “I don’t care if you need to do it, just… you know.”

Oh for heaven’s sake, have mercy on the fool.

“Hush, Vergil! I’ll be more mindful next time.”

“Thanks,” Kevin replied, and finally left him in peace.

He replayed every frame of his session with you, analyzing your reactions. It was a promising start, but he still needed to tread carefully. He couldn’t afford to show his hand too early or all would be lost. Your curiosity and logic would be points in his favor, but you had a long way to go before you were his equal.

And Kevin… the man might turn out to be an ally. The dolt had limited usefulness, but he wasn’t so arrogant as to ignore possible assets. He had plenty to offer, just not intelligence.

Hours passed and his mind grew restless. It truly was infuriating to be restrained like this, with nothing to occupy his thoughts except his current predicament. He tugged at the leather periodically, but he lacked the strength to break free. When he saw you next he could bring it up, but that was ages away. How to pass the time?

He shifted his weight and smirked. A few delicious ideas came to mind.

~~~Next Chapter~~~

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etlunainmorte · 5 years

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❤ I See My Future Before Me ❤

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“Little Lamb who made thee,

Dost thou know who made thee,

Gave thee life and bid thee feed

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing wooly bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice,

Making all the vales rejoice!

Little Lamb who made thee

Dost thou know who made thee.”

She stopped reading the sweet poem and looked down on her lap to find him sleeping.

She sighed. Of course, he fell asleep because he found the story of the lamb boring.

What’s so bad about the poem of the little lamb? At least, it sounded better and much calmer than the Book of Urizen,…

“Little lamb,…” she heard his little voice.

Her ears perked up. She looked down once more and found the little boy staring up at her.

“Aren’t you a mischievous little boy?” She playfully marveled.

“May I call you,… Little Lamb?” He asked her, his pair of innocent silver eyes filled with some kind of unknown emotion.

“Yes, you may, dear.”

The boy smiled and closed his eyes once more, feeling protected and loved because of her.

“I’ll always love and protect you. I promise, Little Lamb.”

The girl opened her mouth in surprise. Her heart brimming with bliss, she lovingly stroked his hair.

“And I promise you the same, Vergil.” She quietly answered as the boy finally fell asleep.

It was the most beautiful and peaceful day of all. They chose to isolate themselves in that serenely lush garden where no one could bother them.

She looked up at the sky, feeling the soft wind on her flushed face and relishing on the scent of the many fetching flowers, freshly blooming in the early morning.

For her, everything was,… perfect.

For him, it was,… the most precious moment of all,…

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XXIV

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The Master of the Fleminger House sat in his office, enjoying a glass of red wine in silence.

The Dreadnought has finally took off about half an hour ago, meaning that the promised hour was fast approaching.

The thin servant gently closed the door and took a step forward.

“Master,” he droned. “… it is almost time. Your dreams will finally come true.”

Fleminger smiled. He put his empty glass down on the table and motioned for the servant to fill it. “Not only my dreams but, my ancestors’, as well.” He answered, his voice hoarse and content.

“Ah, you are correct as always, Master.” The servant remarked as he took the bottle of liquor from the wine container, opened it, and poured his Master a glass full.

“Ah, Reginald, could you play my favorite song?” The Master calmly requested with a warm smile.

“Of course, Master.”

The old song that the vintage player produced made the Master smile as he theatrically took a deep breath.

With a fine voice and with twirling fingers, he sang,

“On the farm, ev'ry Friday.

On the farm, it’s rabbit pie day.

So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along,

I get up early and sing this little song.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run.

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer’s gun.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run!”

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Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

Don’t give the farmer his fun, fun, fun,…

He’ll get by without his rabbit pie,…

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

V saw the traces of blood on the ground, an indication to where his one and only prey went.

He smiled and pointed at that certain direction using his metal cane, making sure that Shadow would go there for the hunt.

He, then, followed suit as calmly as he could, relishing each thrilling moment of this complete and utter madness.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer’s gun,…

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run,…

You continued to flee from the man like a hunted animal, hoping and praying for a sign, anything at all, that could save you from all of this.

But, alas. You knew it was futile.

Still, you ran aimlessly, unaware that the more you did, the more evidence you leave behind with the little drops of your own blood from the wound that Shadow inflicted a while ago.

And then, just like a landslide on a quiet and empty place, the pulsating wall on your right burst open, splattering demonic blood and unidentified guts all over your body.

After that, Shadow, on the form of a fearsome female knight, emerged from that hole in pursuit of you.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

Don’t give the farmer his fun, fun, fun,…

He’ll get by without his rabbit pie,…

So run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,…

You used this waterfall of blood as an opportunity to get away with as much speed as you can.

And through all that ruckus, you tried to call the entity’s name,…

It would not obey you.

But, why?

Then, you heard another explosion as Shadow struggled to get through the Dreadnought’s gunk. You did not waste any more time looking at her when she started morphing, and instead turned around towards a dark section of the demonic mechanism.

Moments later, the noises subsided. You could no longer hear Shadow and her heavy, splashing footsteps against the pools of blood on the floor.

You waited, holding your breath and wishing for this whole nightmare to end.

And then, as if by some unuttered kind of curse, you heard his voice.

“Hmm,…” the poet hummed with that seductive voice of his. “I could smell,… something familiar here,…” he playfully mused.

Your breath hitched.

“I know you’re there, I could smell you.” He called, making you tremble in fear and your hair stand on end.

And at that precise moment when you felt your heartbeat triple in suspense, the structure where you were hiding glowed and flickered like a lamp.

V noticed this exact phenomenon and knew exactly where you were.

“Now, there’s no use hiding now, is there,… Little Lamb?”

At the mere mention of those words, the structure flickered in erratic sequences, providing some kind of light to the dark and suffocating room.

You noticed this sudden change, as well. You were honestly aware that the poet never referred to you as Little Lamb, and yet,…

… it felt awfully familiar, like you’ve heard it before in a seemingly far away land,…

And at the simple thought of it, the strange structure glowed and pulsated in time with the beating of your heart.

Little Lamb? V thought. Where did I hear those words again?

“Now, Little Lamb, I would greatly appreciate it if you come out now, lest I turn into a Big Bad Wolf and hunt you down, myself.”

V waited for a response from you but, all he could see was the demonic structure glowing and pulsating multiple times, like a beating heart.

He must do it quick before he could completely crumble to nothingness.

“You leave me with no choice so, be it.”

You felt massive tremors on the ground and, seconds later, you felt the golem fire its laser at the structure, almost obliterating you to smithereens had you not ducked in time.

The onslaught went on for a painful minute until it finally subsided, leaving new holes in the room.

Strangely enough, despite the golem’s powerful attack, the structure you were hiding from remained unscathed and sturdy as if it was made from the strongest, otherworldly materials.

You thought you were finally safe until you felt the horrifying tremors once more, making you shut your eyes and cover your ears in defense as Nightmare fired its laser at you for another round.

The attack went on for another five minutes, making you cower helplessly behind the one and only thing in the evil Dreadnought that actually made you safe.

And during this ambuscade, you couldn’t help but think how foolish you were for ever declaring that you’re ready to die. You felt stupid for believing that you finally accepted your fate of inevitable demise, and you felt useless and coward for not fulfilling the wish that was set for you by the entity as a mission for ten whole years.

I can’t,… you fearfully thought. I can’t do it!

As Nightmare went on with its aggression for five more minutes, the faces of all the people you met flashed before you.

Of friends, of allies, of helpers,…

… of Trish and Lady,…

… of Nero,…

… of Patty,…

… of Griffon,…

… of Nico,…

… of Dante,…

… of the one you loved the most,…

“I can’t!” You cried as you braced yourself for another onset.

“You were asking how to thank me for earlier. May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?”

“Please,…”

“Hmm,…those scars,… symbolize the true enjoyment and will that you felt doing that special something you adore. Those feet, my Lady,… I would kiss,… over,… and over again,… if I could,… ”

“P - please,…”

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

“Enough,…”

“I long to see such things as those you have probably seen. I want to experience everything and I wish to see them with my own eyes. See for myself what these poems of mine describe. But, the idea of doing those things alone,… do not please me, at all.”

“But, with a companion?”

“Would I be selfish if I ask you to accompany me, little wanderer?”

“V, I,…”

The onslaught abruptly halted as you heard the man gasp for air like he was having an asthma attack of some sort. The tremors stopped as you heard a thud on the ground behind your hiding place.

As if by some deep - rooted instinct, you felt the entity take over your senses, pushing you into a deep trance and unconsciousness,…

V was losing all of his remaining demonic power. As soon as Nightmare evaporated, he fell on the ground, feeling an intense difficulty in breathing.

He must kill you now and obtain your power! Or else,…

“Mas,… ter,…”

The man couldn’t believe his eyes, for you finally came out of your hiding place of your own accord, ready to die.

The sweet scent of your blood that fell from your wounds to the ground almost drove him to insanity but, still, he denied the temptation.

His skin cracked beyond recognition, his eyes red to the point of bleeding, you knew he was reaching his limit.

And, still, he smiled triumphantly,…

With Shadow’s spikes sticking to your limbs to prevent escape, you were at the poet’s mercy.

The man sighed as he pointed the sword against your mid section.

“I know you could never resist me, my love.” V whispered hoarsely, his grin as evil as ever. “Any last words, Little Lamb?”

The tears just fell and your heart ached awfully.

The entity, who, apparently, was loyal only to its real “Master”, has brought you involuntarily to the death’s door. You knew there was no turning back.

“I love you, V.”

Your heart felt like it just shattered into a million pieces at the same time that the massive heart of the Dreadnought lost its radiance.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the pain.

With a deep sigh, V raised the Yamato above his head, gripping its hilt with his weak, trembling hands and pointing it to your stomach.

His thirst taking hold of his entire being and engulfing what little humanity he had left, he declared with every inch of the true Devil within him,

“I choose,… POWER!”

With one swift movement, he drove the sword to your body, ignoring your last words,…

… letting go of his former self,…

***

“I choose,… POWER!”

V rammed the Yamato to the girl’s body, making sure that the long blade would come through her fragile form.

Her blood spouted out from her mouth and wounds, splattering on the ground, and her head hung low - a clear indication that her life was soon ending.

He instantly felt hot all over as soon as the two entities entered his body. He felt great power surging all throughout his dying form, giving him unparalleled strength and vitality.

Giving him power unlike any other he has received before,…

A meteor - like crimson light suddenly crashed through the ceiling and landed on the ground before him. Its light subsided, revealing the form of his twin brother.

As soon as Dante realized that his brother was standing before him, alive and unharmed, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes seethed with rage.

“Ya got some pretty big cojones for comin’ back.” Dante gritted through his teeth, drawing a strange sword and charging towards his twin brother. “You just don’t know when to give up!”

He was about to beat the crap out of him until he saw the familiar body on the ground,…

The Devil Hunter stopped in his tracks, unable to believe his own eyes as they roamed on the forgotten form that was swimming with its own blood. He kneeled in front of her and gently took her in his arms.

“(Y/N)? No, no, no, no, no!” Dante whispered, his voice broken and his eyes stinging. “Stay with me, please. Stay with me,…”

That’s when Dante saw a familiar metal cane on the ground, and a demonic feline at his brother’s side,…

“So, this is your plan all along, huh, V?!” Dante raged as he looked at his brother in total wrath. “And to think I mourned for your death and wept for Nero’s ignorance for killing his own father,…

"And now, this,…” the man gritted as he carefully laid the girl on the ground, standing up and striding towards his twin, his form slowly getting engulfed by that same red light. “Not only did you take the woman I love away, you tried to murder her, too! THE WOMAN WHO CHOSE YOU!”

Dante changed into a terrifying form of evil that made Shadow cower in fear behind V.

It was bigger and even more threatening - looking, unlike his first Devil Trigger form.

However, this didn’t faze the man who just gained true power,…

“LET’S END THIS,” Dante howled, summoning the strange sword once more and flying towards his own family. “… VERGIL!”

Vergil simply raised the Yamato, and his body was suddenly engulfed with the familiar light that Dante once saw in the girl.

Instead of turning into a Devil, himself, Vergil turned into a seven - foot tall being of light that disintegrated everything within its immediate vicinity.

“Andromeda.” Vergil pronounced the name of the entity of light - The Protector of The Present - as he pointed the Yamato at Dante. The Protector amplified his strength and with incredible speed, he charged towards the Devil, mortally wounding him with just one slash.

“The Goddesses have acknowledged their true Master.” Vergil uttered as soon as he turned back to his mortal form. “And it has never been you, or Sparda, or even that disposable and pathetic vessel you spoke of as your love. Their one and only Master - is me.”

“You’ve really,… gone too far this time!” Dante said as he struggled with his wound.

“Worry not. The pain shall soon pass. You will rest in peace.” The elder brother calmly spoke as his eyes suddenly widened. He held up one arm and stopped another Devil as it stealthily charged towards him.

The blue - winged Devil with long white hair struggled as he tried to escape Vergil’s grasp, choking and turning back to his human form,…

“Nero,…” Vergil acknowledged the boy as he watched him suffer. “Even with your awakened state, you are still useless. What a waste of great power.”

“HE’S YOUR SON!” Dante yelled as he fell once more to the ground.

Nero stopped struggling as he looked at the cold, white - haired man who was choking him to death.

All of a sudden, he remembered the mysterious words she told him,…

“Can you say, that’s impossible?”

“T - that’s i - imp - possible!” Nero breathed, unable to believe the plain and painful truth.

And it seemed nothing to Vergil, who gained absolute power and lost his entire humanity in the process.

“My son,… means nothing to me!” He exclaimed as he brought down the boy to the ground with the full intention of breaking him like glass.

Then, he heard it. He heard her whispering to him,…

“Master,…”

“Cassandra?” Vergil muttered.

“It has begun,…”

“What will - ?”

Cassandra took hold of Vergil’s mind, showing him visions of the future,…

… of the true enemy rising up in vengeance, of the total annihilation of humanity,…

… of the world’s end,…

And inside Shinano Musashi’s heart was the form of a naked girl who looked so much like that disposable vessel the Sisters of Fate chose for him.

“S - sister?” The girl uttered, her voice sounding off and broken, like her throat was mutilated. “S - sist - ter,…”

Sister? Vergil thought as the girl made her way to (Y/N). Is she (Y/N)’s - ?!

“She was the most beautiful girl in the world, and everybody adored her. She,… died,… to save me, V.”

She’s dead! How could she - ?!

The girl looked down at her sister’s dying form, and when she finally realized what truly happened, her form suddenly changed, with dark scales growing on her pale and perfect skin and three pairs of equally dark wings sprouting out of her back.

Vergil, Dante, and Nero helplessly watched as the sky turned dark.

Moments later, multiple crimson lasers rained down from the clouds, landing on the ground and annihilating everything within its reach.

Killing innocents in the process,…

This,… is not,… written! Vergil exclaimed in his mind as he called back Shadow and morphed again into the light being, leaving Dante and Nero and escaping just in time when the Dreadnought started crumbling and descending from the sky.

I must go to Fleminger! He thought hysterically as the massive genocide ensued. He knows what to do!

***

❤❤❤

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 24 #run #rabbit #revised

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Dan and Phil Rize Summary, Sept. 4/5, 2018

-Dan started the stream before Phil could fully sit down in frame, and then Dan hit the wrong button and almost ended the stream

-Phil made Dan write the notification, Dan refered to them “Dip and Pip.” Our secret code has spread to them, what have we done??

-Phil said his quiff is droopy because he just woke up. He just had his coffee before the stream, so he said we should see him wake up in about ten minutes

-Dan’s response to why they chose this time for the livestream: “Earth man. It’s crazy”

-They’re staying in a rainforest in a house surrounded by birds and nature before they leave for Asia

-Martyn told them they were renting a place if D&P wanted somewhere to relax instead of a hotel, but neglected to tell them beforehand that it was in the rainforest

-A lot of “nature” keeps coming inside the house, including a very specific mosquito that made a very specific noise, which Dan and Phil attempted to imitate to show us.

-They spent about an hour trying to find the mosquito so they could get rid of it and get some sleep last night. Phil: “I think every clap [of our hands] made it stronger.”

-Dan said they’ve made it through Australia without seeing a spider, and Phil got mad because he was going to jinx them. Dan said nature was about to burst to life because it’s almost spring, and Phil then did a rendition of Chasing Cars as “Show me your beast bursting into life” which he said was by the band “Beast Patrol”

-Dan tweeted out the Truth Bomb question about superheroes while Phil was asleep, and Phil reminded him that they already gave a question about what animal Dan looks like last week. Phil laughed while Dan hid out of frame in shame, and decided that will be the question next time

-Phil bought some “exciting” new Tim Tams that are iced coffee gelato flavor that you’re supposed to put in the fridge. Phil said it had a 0.5 out of 5 health rating. Dan: “Same.”

-They went on a tangent about Woolworths because it’s a thing in Australia. Dan discussed the “family underwear” section; Phil said there was a section called “Manchester.” They couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to be because the rest of the aisle was diapers and stuff, so Phil suggested it was their “family planning” section

-Phil cried (on the inside) at Hobbiton, Dan ACTUALLY cried. Apparently you get on a bus, and then they start playing Frodo running through the Shire, and it made Dan a mess

-Phil said the best thing was the giant tree on top of Bilbo’s house, which is made out of steel, and Phil said, “It’s STEEL there!” Dan gave him a classic “this guy” look at the pun, and then the livestream broke. Dan: “I think Phil just made a pun so terrible, it crashed the app”

-After seeing their friend try to take a picture leaning out of the Hobbit-sized door that looked like they were sticking their butt out, Dan told them they looked like they were “Backin’ it up the Bilbo.” (For Bilbo? Idk, they were laughing too hard to understand). When the waitress at the pub wanted to take a group photo of them, Dan said they should all say that instead of cheese and the waitress seemed confused and horrified

-Phil told Dan to “let me talk about the glowworm thing.” Dan said he wasn’t going to stop him.

-They loved their glowworm cave tour guide’s accent because he sounded kind of like Taika Waititi’s character in Thor Ragnarok

-They bantered about the difference between stalactites and stalagmites, Dan got so annoyed with Phil that he shifted the angle of the live stream so he was the only one in frame to talk about the cave

-Dan said they shouldn’t have told them what the glowworms were before they went through, because they are basically giant maggots that hang from “spider silk” stuff coming out of them to catch bugs

-Phil said it was a beautiful experience, like looking at a galaxy, but they weren’t allowed to take pictures. It was apparently a bright, satisfying blue that he would have flown straight to if he were a fly

-The ice cream place they went to doesn’t let you see the ice cream before you ordered it, they just show you an iPad, and it comes in some weird cones that go around your face? Phil got honeycomb, Dan’s was really difficult to eat, but really good. You could also get ice cream inside a Yorkshire pudding

-Dan: “You got your toast violated by a strange person.” Phil: “I did! Someone buttered my toast for me!” They went on a tangent about how personal the “buttering” experience is, and Phil said he started thinking about how much the person must have touched the bread while doing it. He still ate it, though

-The bath in their 32nd floor hotel room had a window that showed the entire city. Dan used a bath bomb, climbed in with the window shade closed, then opened it to look, but then the window steamed up so he couldn’t see anything. Phil said he likes when windows steam up because you can draw pictures. Dan: “Someone has to clean that, Phil.”

-They saw some “urban explorers” next to their hotel who were balancing on the edge of the skyscraper across from them, and they made awkward eye contact through their hotel room window. Phil apparently peed moments before, and he thinks they probably could have seen him through the window next to the toilet

-Phil: “Swish, swish, bish, another fly in your mouth!” Dan said Phil’s song was worse than actually getting a fly in your mouth

-Phil showed off his Friends t-shirt. Dan said that Phil is a combo of Ross and Phoebe. Dan said he is mostly Chandler, but also a bit of Monica. They said Friends was highly problematic by today’s standards, but everyone should go back and watch it

-They “smashed” all of Olan Rogers’ Final Space episodes. Dan is happy that people are finally appreciating Olan’s work. Phil said it was very emotional, and Dan is excited for more

-Phil about AHS: “Sometimes they put all of their eggs in one basket, and I’m just like, ‘Guys. Don’t ruin the basket.’”

-They finished Big Little Lies, Dan’s official review: “Dank AF”

-Phil had to remind Dan about the rest of the bath story, as Dan “repressed” it. Dan apparently got in the bath, then housekeeping knocked on the door and came in to replace the towels. Dan was waiting for Phil to do “LITERALLY anything,” but Phil didn’t think about Dan being in the bath. Dan screamed “NOOOOO” to stop her from coming in, Phil said it was a haunting scream, and the lady just left.

-Phil: “I forgot. It was fine. She didn’t see you. You were showing your naked body to the whole city anyway!”

-They apologized for the Manila mix up, and said there are bound to be some hiccups on a big tour like this. (If you’re still confused, check the FAQ on the tour page!)

-Someone told them to get a cat. Phil said he’s more allergic to cats than dogs, so that wouldn’t be a good idea

-They dodged giving details about the ii movie, they still aren’t allowed to say anything. They ARE putting ii tour merch on the website on FRIDAY though

-Dan said Phil doesn’t wear his Introvert jacket enough because he wears his blue one more

-They started up Truth Bombs with “What animal does Dan look like?” to which Dan’s answer was a tired, greasy rat

-The first person’s audio came through, but not video. Dan asked if they were existing in the space between dimensions, and they said yes. They said their group chat decided Dan’s spirit animal is Big Bird from Sesame Street (because he’s big and awkward). Phil said he used to have nightmares about Big Bird being in his bedroom when he woke up

-The next person’s video worked, and they were wearing a Phil hoodie. Dan complimented their nails, which were black on one hand and colorful on the other. They had an answer for Dan and Phil, which was Timon and Pumba if their personalities were switched. Dan said it made perfect sense on “like five different levels…Freaky Friday Lion King edition, the AU that nobody asked for”

-They tried the dice option to call a random person, it didn’t work. Twice.

-The next person was the one to get Phil the Polaroid shirt. Dan said it’s covered in Sharpie now

-Their answer was that Dan is a howler monkey. Phil: “Dan HOWELL-er monkey!” Dan disapproved of the pun, but declared them the winner

-Next week’s question is “If Dan and Phil were a superhero duo, what would their powers be?” Phil said he probably shouldn’t be trusted with powers

-Before the great mosquito hunt last night, Dan went to get a drink and found a lizard. He wasn’t scared of it, he just kind of closed it up in the room to let it do its thing

-They tried the ice coffee Tim Tams, they both liked them and said they would dip them in coffee later. Phil: “Dip, dip, bish”

-They went back and forth with the chat on how to pronounce “mukbang”

-Dan hasn’t listened to Bloom yet. He was going to listen on the plane, Phil told him not to so the plane noises wouldn’t interfere. Dan agreed because he wants to take it very seriously to see how Troye has matured as an artist. Phil suggested that he “eat it with his ears.”

-There will be another “fun” DAPG video with “the thing with the thing” that is coming “soon...ish.”

-Phil tried to say he hoped we were having a nice day, and accidentally said “I hope you’re having a nice guy”

-They might do the next liveshow on a Thursday because they’ll be settling in Manila next Tuesday

#dan and phil #dan and phil liveshow #dan and phil rize #amazingphil #danielhowell #phil lester #dan howell #phandom #dip and pip #interactive introverts #dan and phil ii

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