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leighsartworks216 · 6 months

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I Can't Get Enough Of You

Astarion x fem!Tav/Reader

I wrote this on a whim bc it was eating away at my brain. It's just pure smut. Fluffy smut, but nonetheless smut

Not proofread bc I'm sooooo sleepy and I want a nap before my evening class

NSFW

Warnings: vaginal fingering, swearing, references to past sexual abuse (vague), alcohol mention, blood drinking mention

Word Count: 1,070

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You whimper as Astarion slowly drags his fingers along your cunt, spreading the folds and coating his fingers in your slick. You can feel his delighted smirk as he leaves a chaste kiss on your pulse.

"So wet for me, already?" he hums. "What were you thinking about during dinner, I wonder."

He barely brushes your clit. You instinctively roll your hips, gasping, begging for more pressure. But he draws his fingers away before you can find any satisfaction.

"Ah ah. I'm not done enjoying this quite yet." He nips at your jaw. His fang barely brushes you, but you whimper nonetheless. "So, my dear? What were you thinking about?"

You bite your lip to quiet your moan when he touches you again. You can feel his erection pressing into your ass as you sit on his lap. (He insisted on remaining fully clothed, never complaining even as your slick dripped and stained the fabric. It would wash out.) He's in no hurry to deal with it - if he did at all. Sometimes, he just liked taking care of you, with his mouth or fingers or even his thigh. Actually fucking you just overwhelmed him, tore him back to his centuries as a slave. You never pushed. He would tell you if he wanted to.

He nips your earlobe, drawing you back to your body. His fingers were slow and methodical, but they'd never speed up if you didn't speak up.

"I couldn't stop watching your hands," you admit in a low whine. "The way you- fuck. Lick your thumb to turn a page. When you hold open your book with one hand. Gods, I love your hands."

He smiles as he trails your shoulder with wet, languid kisses. It's endearing. Even the most depraved thoughts led you back to praising him. It was never just because he looked sexy in the firelight - it was his his smile, his hair, his laugh. There was always something. And you were always prepared to tell him.

He dips a fingertip experimentally in your cunt, eliciting a choked gasp from your throat. With his free hand, he's reaching around you to turn your face toward him. His eyes glint mischievously.

Wordless, he lets go of your jaw and, arm wrapping around your neck, he brought his thumb to his mouth. You couldn't look away. You watched enraptured as the muscles in his hands shifted, as his veins lifted along the back of his hand. You nearly moaned when he licked the pad of his thumb, long and slow. He smirks, knowingly, as he holds your chin and presses the digit to your lips. You open right away.

"Such an obedient little thing," he purrs. "You just love being told what to do, don't you?" It's not a question - he already knows. Two fingers press at your entrance with a wet sound. He can feel the way you shudder, anticipating; mouth open and waiting for permission to have his thumb in your mouth. He could fall apart at the delicious sight of you, alone.

He pushes down against your tongue. "Suck."

You don't need to be told twice. Your lips close around his finger and you look at him from beneath half-closed eyes. You lick his thumb, suck down to the second knuckle before backing off to the first and repeating. He groans quietly. You can feel his cock twitch, aching against his tight pants.

He kisses the corner of your mouth as you continue to work on his thumb, trailing along your cheek and jaw. You were so intoxicating to him. He could hear your heart racing in your chest, the blood gushing through your veins, all while the heady scent of sex filled the air and stole all sense from him.

Finally giving you what you want, he presses his two longest fingers deep inside your cunt. He groans against your skin as you clench around him, trying to draw him deeper as you moan around his finger. He keeps a steady pace, curling his fingertips against the heat surrounding them.

He pulls his thumb from your mouth. It releases with a soft pop as you cling to it. And automatically, your mouth falls open, waiting for more. He can't resist grabbing your chin and turning your face until he can capture your mouth, swallowing every delicious sound he draws out of you.

His head drops from your jaw and slides along your hip until it rests just above your cunt, palm pressing against the soft flesh as he expertly presses his fingers to your clit. He swallows your gasp like a man starved, watching from the corner of his eye as your legs tremble, fighting against falling further open and clamping down on his hands. Your hips buck and roll to meet him.

Like a switch being flipped, he knows exactly when you orgasm. Your walls clench around his fingers as your head falls back to his shoulder, moaning unabashedly into his ear. He presses hard kisses against the slope of your neck and shoulder, watching with dark crimson eyes as your body trembles and writhes in his lap. He slows to a stop when your breath catches in your throat, when you're just too sensitive to handle more.

His fingers are soaked in you when he slides them from your cunt. He makes sure you watch as he sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean with a delighted hum. Your pupils are fully blown with bliss, but you watch even through the haze. They come out glistening only from his own saliva. He wraps his arms solidly around you, keeping you pressed to his chest, nice and warm and safe.

"You taste wonderful, darling," he purrs sweetly as he kisses your jaw. "Sweet, like a floral wine."

You chuckle tiredly. "As sweet as my blood?"

He hums, pressing his nose against your pulse. "Your blood is harder to describe. I don't know if it's because you were my first, but..." He leans back to get a good look at your face. You're a mess, but you're so so beautiful. His eyes are round, irises warm with adoration. A soft smile teases his lips. "I can't get enough of you."

"Good." You lift your head from his shoulder to kiss him. Softly, slowly. Here in this moment, you have all the time in the world. "Because I'm not going anywhere."

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bluecollarmcandtf · 3 months

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Ask me Anything...

Today seems just like any other boring day, slaving away in the office, but something different is about to happen. The steady hum of fluorescent lights is broken by the squeaky sound of wheels rolling up behind you. Someone is visiting your cubicle...

"Dude, you ok?" you ask, startled by the sorry state of your coworker.

His name is John. He started working here a month before you did, but he's always labeled you as "the new guy." He's really annoying about it, but you've never complained. It's hard to get mad when you've got a crush on him. It just sucks that he's straight and always teasing you in front of the boss

"Seriously, John," you wave a hand in front of his unresponsive face, "Are you alive? You're drooling all over your shirt!"

His blank expression is unsettling, but seeing him slumped over in his seat like a lifeless sex doll is turning you on. You can't help but stare at the parted lips or the limp body. With a shudder of excitement, you notice the outline of his thick package as his slacks ride up his waist.

His prolonged silence is making you more nervous, "John? I'm starting to get worried..."

Suddenly his head jerks up! His glassy eyes stare blankly in your direction as his lips mechanically form the words, "Do not worry about this man's health. Your colleague will be returned to normal with no memory of this."

His robotic response only puts you more on edge, "John, why are you talking in the third-person?"

Before you get an answer, the man springs out of his chair and drops to the floor, sitting on his knees in front of you without a thought in his head. This can't be the John you know!

Everything about this feels unnatural and wrong. His words sound rehearsed, like they're coming from a machine in his throat. His movements are limp and uncoordinated, like they're being pulled by invisible strings. Someone has taken over your coworker!

"This body is being used as a messenger," he explains from his knees, "He is being used to announce that the Bluecollarmcandtf is now open for Asks. For a short time, you can use the Ask feature to request a story..."

"What!" you gasp and glance around the office nervously. You can't believe that a silly blog you follow has somehow taken over your hot coworker! What if your boss comes out and sees John on his knees in front of you? How is this even possible?

"...you can ask for anything, and Bluecollarmcandtf will bring your fantasy to life. Maybe you want someone in your life transformed. Maybe you want them controlled. Maybe you want them humiliated. Bluecollarmcandtf will take care of it for you as long as you follow him..."

Your mind is racing, and you can barely grasp what John is telling you. Mostly, you're just worried someone is going to catch sight of your coworker kneeling in front of you!

"Ok, thanks for letting me know," you grit your teeth anxiously, "Please put John back to normal now."

"...John won't go back to normal just yet," John answers numbly, "Give him commands to obey. His body is yours to boss around for the next twenty-four hours..."

"Boss John around?" you gasp, wondering what to make him do.

"You have ten seconds to give John a command. If you don't, he's going to start braying like a donkey at the top of his lungs. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6..."

"Ok! Just shut up and kiss my feet!" you blurt it out a little louder than you mean to, but at least John won't start drawing any more attention to you by acting like an animal.

John stops his countdown and lowers his face to the floor, planting a kiss on each of your fancy loafers. The funny thing is that he doesn't stop. I suppose you weren't specific enough with your command because he just keeps mindlessly switching between each shoe, making out with them like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Your mind is racing with what to do next. Already, ideas of how to humiliate him and use him are swimming through your head, but remember what he told you. Asks are open!

Don't be afraid to request taking someone else under your control. Maybe Bluecollarmcandtf could do something about that boss of yours? You'll obviously have to be careful about what you ask. Fantasies can always be misinterpreted...

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maxzinn · 1 month

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off topic but also on topic its so clear that the genshin/star rail (saying both cause theres a large overlap) have no capability of thinking.

there are so many fics where *reader* somehow becomes a (sex)slave or is forced to do horrible shit and just general dead dove behavior. the fact that the author used INGAME LORE, CANON BACKSTORY FOR THE CHARACTER proves how braindead so many people are.

like people try to free slaves/captors in media isnt a new thing. theres a lot of art of that angelhusk ship where one gambles for the others freedom (never watched it but its an example)

like having slaves/captors in media isnt new and never has been but the only reason people truely care is because its a hoyoverse game and cant handle anything darker or complex then a PG rating

(sorry anon, I got carried away with this one tee-hee)

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THIS!!! y'know I was sooo confused when people started screaming for blood when the authors are using his IN-GAME LORE in their fics and then claims that the people who enjoyed writing those have "white-knight syndrome" like cmon sjsadhjg you're giving me a fucking stroke.

I'll say it again, wanting to give slave aventurine or someone a better life DOESN'T mean they have "white-knight syndrome" when they have good intentions!!! We were all were crying for him and his tragic past, we all wanted to comfort him, and we at some point also wished for his salvation and the betterment of his life. These people need to stop throwing these "white-knight syndrome" accusations cuz it's definitely not about that. And like you said, it was his IN-GAME LORE. I already expected some authors to write about reader saving him from his slavery and there's nothing wrong with that! Cuz please, don't tell me you won't help the guy out of his abusive owner, let's be fr here.

Like you also said, many have been writing yandere/heavy dark themes about reader being literally SA'd and R'd by said character (do not tell me you guys haven't read all those fics where Aven was our debt collector and in paying our debt, he noncon or manipulated us into sleeping with him 💀) and now they wanna talk about morals?

And please, don't even try bringing up Romania or irl people in here. IT'S A FICTIONAL RACE IN A FICTIONAL STORY. it may be "inspired" like they said, but it's not directly addressing Romania!!

I get their point alright, I truly do. Like I said in my other post, I do not condone the sex slave! aus about aventurine and the master/slave bdsm cuz his story truly hurt me and I'm uncomfortable sexualizing his slavery when I know about his story and what happened to him as a slave. But I won't go as far as to actually send death threats to those authors and act like a hypocrite💀 people can write what they want to write and I don't have to read those writings if I don't wanna.

Just to say, I'm a yandere/dark-content enjoyer as well, it's just that I draw the line when it comes to aventurine cuz I just wanna cuddle and dote on that man and give him all the love and affection in the world. but like I said, am no hypocrite as well. (sorry if I can't explain it very well but I hope you get the gist of it)

It's just funny and baffling how people are like "eww this person wrote a fic about reader buying slave aventurine so they can be a good owner to him".... this is leaving me speechless how they turned an act with good intentions into something malicious... that poor author doesn't even have bad intentions when writing that fic.

When you apply their logic, it's like saying "this person adopted an abused child so that they can be a good parent to that child, disgusting" do they even realize how stupid they sound??? 😭

#aventurine x reader #I just cannot with this #y'all giving me a headache with this one #funny how they turned a person's good intention into something malicious

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jakes3resin · 19 days

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More Modern Reincarnation AU thoughts

"So what brought you to town?" Buck asks.

"Ah," Bucky stares down at his coffee. The ice has already started melting in the late summer heat. He fiddles with it, swirling it around. "It's a bit complicated."

"How so?" Buck leans in.

"A bit too complicated for a first meeting," Bucky says with a sad smile. "I don't wanna scare you off when I just met you now do I Buck?"

"Well, I don't scare so easy." Buck reaches out placing a hand on Bucky's own. "But I won't force you."

"Thanks," Bucky squeezes Buck's. "But, that doesn't mean we can't talk about you."

"Ha," Buck breathes out a laugh. He still hasn't pulled his hand away. "I see how it is. Dodge the question, so you can repeat it. You turned the tables on me real quick."

"Just curious," Bucky laughed. Buck stared at him wide-eyed. "Don't get a lot of boys telling me I look like an old friend from Wisconsin, and I'm curious about the one who did."

"Well," Buck draws out the word. He still hasn't taken his eyes off of Bucky, and it's hard work fighting a blush with those blue eyes taking in his every feature. "I'm a student at Georgetown. Trying for my PhD."

"Wow," Bucky pushes his glasses up. "In what?"

"Interplanetary physics." Buck says it with a smile. "Bit nerdy, right?"

"Not at all!" Bucky leans in affronted that someone would dare say that. "Who told you that? They're just jealous."

✨️

"I don't know why I'm telling you all this," Bucky laughs. Shakes his head and starts to pace because he really can't explain it, and it drives him up the wall. "There's just something different about you? I think."

Bucky pauses, shakes his head again as if that'll clear his head. Buck hasn't stopped staring at him.

"You're something else, Buck." Bucky stops pacing to just stare right back at Buck. He doesn't do that very often, stare back at Buck. When he does, a weight presses down, down, down on his chest until he can scarcely breathe. Buck never looks away, but Bucky always has to.

✨️

"Why do you go by the name Egan?" Buck asks him one day while they're slaving over textbooks and assignments in another coffee shop. Bucky found this one online a week ago. The lemon tarts are divine, but the coffee is so so. Though that may be because he chose a lavender oat milk latte instead of his usual caramel macchiato. Sue him, the sign next to the tarts had said they paired well together. Bucky shrugs, not lifting his eyes from his reading. Buck has to tap him on the nose to get a better answer.

"Easier, I guess." Bucky pushes up his glasses with one finger. Buck still stares at him as if every motion or movement is brand new, like he's one of the stars Buck adores so much. Bucky still can't stare back for too long. "No one expects someone with my family name to change it, so I can fly under the radar. Live my life without the burden of all those eyes."

I have SO MANY thoughts about this AU! Someone please take them out of my head, I need to focus on England Arc for my a/b/o fic series!

#mota #masters of the air #buck x bucky #john bucky egan #clegan #gale buck cleven #mota au #mota fic #mota reincaration au #bucky egan #buck cleven #bucky is a big bundle of secrets and trauma in this au and buck would listen to every secret with stars in his eyes still #also bucky is a history major because i think he' be cute with his classes carrying around old books and writing obscure essays #plus he'd be like the weird darling of the department because he is so obssessed with ww2 but not in the gross way most men are #i was a history major so i dealt with so many gross ww2 buffs meanwhile bucky would be the idealized history boy with his glasses and curls #i just think we as a fandom need to write more pining buck #buck who is head over heels for his sunshine boi bucky #modern reincarnation au

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eff-plays · 2 months

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So my problem with AA stans claiming to be "dark romance enjoyers" is that it's uuh. Incorrect.

I'm a fantasy romance writer and I have been in the same circles as dark romance enjoyers and writers. Like full on omegaverse non-con type shit. I don't like it myself and think it's wack, but the reasoning of the people who enjoy it is that they have lingering shame around wanting sex, around purity culture, potentially homophobia with men who enjoy omegaverse stuff, so a bigstrong alpha man who forces them to enjoy something they secretly want is a sexual fantasy to them. They can hold onto that "purity" and "innocence" and not have any shame around wanting sex, because technically someone else is forcing it on them. They can explore that safely within fiction, and don't necessarily want that to happen to them IRL, unless it's within kink scenes etc. And yeah I don't get it, but it is something people do and own doing, and I can't stop them so as long as they're doing it over there, it's none of my business.

But AA fans claim to love the "dark romance" of it, but then turn around and say that no!! He's NOT abusive!! He's NOT going to assault or mind-control Tav, it's NOT an unhealthy relationship, they're EQUALS and he ADORES them and won't disrespect them!! Just look at the backlash to the "kneel" kiss, people who got so mad that Tav looks distraught.

But look at what BW said in the infamous Discord screenshot: it's fine to enjoy the fantasy, but it's not healthy in-universe. The game itself says "maybe you enjoy degrading yourself."

But AA stans looked at that and went "UM NO!!! IT IS HEALTHY!! I'M BEING SHAMED!!! >:(" and "OH POOR BABY THINKS HE'S BELOW US AND THAT'S WHY HE THINKS WE'RE DEGRADING OUTSELVES!!"

And that's where my problem stems from.

An actual dark romance enjoyer would be like "ough yes Daddy Astarion brainwash me and make me your brainless little fuckdolll sex slave and make me take your cummies every day." Not "YAAS BABE YOU AND ME ARE EQUALS AND PARTNERS IN CRIME UWU UWU UWU (ignores all the red flags and pretends they don't exist)!!!"

So like. You claim you enjoy dark romance, but you're constantly, desperately trying to erase the actual, in-game, canon darkness of it. Any hint of it you try to excuse away, or blame on the writers, or say is OOC and wrong.

You whine and complain about "fixers" and "moralizers" and "fandom police," but you yourself are policing the very romance you claim to enjoy by sanitizing it and making it into something more palatable instead of accepting how dark it actually is.

I've yet to see any AA stan have a Tav who's like a brainwashed sex slave, or in an abusive relationship with AA. All of them are just girlbosses who are co-rulers, which leads me to believe you don't enjoy "dark romance," but privilege. That's the thing that gets you off, privilege and power, particularly a priveleged and powerful man putting you on a pedestal and giving you whatever you want, taking care of you, letting you get away with bad things because he has the power to make all your issues go away. (Is this why so many AA stans are also Russian ... who said that)

And that's FINE. But just admit that? Admit that Astarion's story isn't what draws you to him, that you just enjoy the idea of a beautiful man who has power sharing it with you, and AA just happens to have those surface-level traits if you don't engage with or misinterpret the source material. Hell, I'm a villainmancer myself, who's writing a villain origin story for shits and giggles where a girl becomes a war criminal with the loving help of her edgelord goblin king.

But y'all don't do that. And that's the problemo, lads. You made up a story in your head that isn't in the game, you idolize that story, and get mad when people go "Wait, that's not in the game???"

#bg3 #astarion #astarion discourse #ANYWAY before anyone claims i'm russophobic i am literally russian so shut the fuck up #(technically i'm more swedish than russian at this point but whatever)#rape mention #anyway dark romance enjoyers aren't my team but i will defend them cuz at least those guys make sense

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starrywooyo · 1 year

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treasure: two

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - descriptions of blood + wounds [bellow cut!]

notes: hongjoong's a bit of an asshole in this chapter so be warned.

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“well 'ere we are” he says and a grand ship comes into view. It's a dark wooden boat and upon the main mast in the wind a black flag with the words "ateez" in white lettering.

from here it looks like a beautiful ship, well kept. not much damage from what you'd expect on a pirates ship.

and written on the backside of the stern of the ship

"illusion"

my arms tighten slightly around Wooyoung's neck as we walk across the gangway, it shakes as he walks along and onto the main deck of the ship. The crew currently on the deck stop their conversations and jobs to look at us. some of the men drawing dirty looks at what I'm assuming is me. others only looking then getting back on with their job. I try to avoid their gaze by looking down. wooyoung seems to notice and slightly rubs your back.

“What are you all looking at hmm!!?” he yells, and the rest of the crew awkwardly go back to the jobs they were doing before we came on board. Then a man walked towards us. He was pretty tall, had platinum blonde hair and very sharp features.

he stops before the three of us. looking mostly at me.

“wooyoung, San. Who is this and what is she doing here?” the man asks his voice sounding soft yet stern at the same time

Was this the captain? He came from standing at the wheel... he doesn't seem as scary as the guy made out...

“-so I saved her for 10,000 gold at the slave auction. and now I was going to take her with San to treat her wounds." I missed the start of wooyoung explaining why I'm here just as he finished.

the man pinched the bridge of his nose.

“10,000 gold. Woo, you do know the captain is going to murder you, y'know it's not safe for a girl to be on board. especially a pirate ship... she could get hurt worse, I'm sure she's probably got family somewhere” the man said.

oh, he's not the captain...

wooyoung then sighed.

“Well, what would you have me do then Seonghwa?. we can't just treat her then leave her on this island and you know it” he spoke to the man.

so seonghwa is his name...

“I'm not telling you to do nothin wooyoung, I'm just asking if you know what you're doing. I'm not quartermaster just to save your skin all the time when the captain gets mad” and with that seonghwa walks away back up the stairs.

At this point I don't know what will happen to me, I just look up at wooyoung waiting for him to say something. He sighs again but then smiles looking at you.

“Okay, let's get these chains off then get your wounds dressed and you cleaned up, shall we?” he says.

...

still in wooyoung's arms he takes you below deck. San, no longer with you. He walks where a shining light is. There's lots of weapons propped up from long cutlasses to guns to short daggers sitting sharpening a blade is a man with reddish brown hair, he stops sharpening once he notices you and wooyoung.

“Ah woo what can I do for you...who's this?” the new man asks.

Wooyoung sits you on the spare chair and kneels gently picking up the chains around your ankles.

“We need to get these off before San can treat y/n's wounds” he says to the man gesturing to the chains.

The man comes closer and bends to get a look at the chains. his face slightly scrunching as he sees the cuts on your feet. and then looks at you.

“Names Mingi. I can get these off you as soon as I can alright.?” And then he walks to his tools picking up some cutters and then making his way back to you.

He kneels down again and cuts the longer chain in the middle, separating your feet. He then worked on the cuffs around your ankles. It took a while or a few hours and was a bit painful from the cuffs getting pulled against your wounds but your feet were now free. thank you thank mingi. though he said it was no problem and he was only doing his job.

...

your feet now free, you were back in wooyoung's arms as he walks you back up a few decks and towards a door. with his arms occupied with you he kicks the door and san opens it. you guess it's his medical room and you both enter. wooyoung places you on the table as San takes a few things from the shelves.

with bottles in hands, he places them on the table beside you along with some cloth swabs, bandages, a bowl of water and another few bits of cloth. pulling up a chair In Front of you, San sits on the chair placing the cloth in the bowl of water then rings it out slightly, taking your foot in his hand he wipes the dirt, dry and wet blood of your feet and ankles. he then opens one of the bottles he placed beside you and pours some of the liquid onto the swab and dabs it on your cuts and wounds. you hiss pulling back your feet from the sharp stings.

“Sorry, I should've told you it was gonna sting so you could be ready” he said, bringing your foot back. He places the ointment-soaked cloth back onto your wounds, you still hiss but not as worse as you did the first time.

so, he continues to clean your wounds and then binds them to keep infection out. it was then you moved onto the next topic: your clothes.

After a long loooooong discussion, the three of you came to the conclusion that you'd borrow some of wooyoung's for now until you reach another island where you could get some of your own.

And so now here you are, sitting on Wooyoung's bed in his cabin room as he rummages through his clothes trying his best to find ones that would best fit you. multiple shirts and trousers litter the floor. you just sit awkwardly in the man's room.

There's then a knock at the door, wooyoung stops his rummaging and looks towards the door going to open it however it opens on its own. Seonghwa pops in.

“Captain wants to see you,” he says to Wooyoung.

“Now?” he asked

“Now. He's also highly pissed off just to let you know," Seonghwa informs.

Wooyoung sighs and leaves the room.

now left in the room alone with seonghwa its quiet, too quiet. an awkward kind of quiet.

that quiet is broken by seonghwa.

“Did you get your wounds clean?” he asked. He sounded a bit cold with his tone.

you nod.

However, you don't get to start a proper conversation as you both hear a shattering of glass and what you assume to be the thudding of harsh footsteps.

the door is then flung open, and standing at the entrance of it, is a man who is seething with anger. he is dressed in a white shirt and much different from the others he's wearing a longer coat and on top his head is a large pirate's hat with a feather, and a scar adorning the right side of his face. and an eyepatch, you know who this man is right away: the captain.

and right now, he seems all just as scary to you as everyone makes him out to be.

“Please, PLEASE tell me wooyoung. you did not use 10,000 gold on this” the man asked, balling his fist slightly and from what you can see pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

yep, this man is definitely pissed.

“Technically I didn't because we've yet to give the money” wooyoung tells him, probably hoping to calm him down.

the man rubs his face in anger and sighs out angrily.

“Get her off my ship now”

it's then that seonghwa steps in

“Captain, with all due respect, this island isn't safe for women. and to be honest if you were to chuck her off, she'd most likely be killed as a result of them not getting any money at all. your best bet would be to let her stay on the ship and let her off once we get to a safer island”

the captain sighed again, looking dead eye at seonghwa, then at wooyoung.

“Fine. but I mean she's off this ship as soon as we dock at an island.” He points at them both

“And you will be responsible for her for the time being that she's here, she also needs to pull her weight as well. Do I make myself clear? tell San that too.”

the two let out ‘yes captains’ and he then looks at you.

“Do I?” He asks, his voice cold and void of any emotion.

you see wooyoung behind him gesturing with his eyes for you to say something. anything really.

you suck in a breath

“Yes sir” you squeak out.

he lets out a breathy laugh, shakes his head and leaves the room all while you heard him mutter something along the lines of ‘this is why women shouldn't be on ships’

seonghwa claps his hands together and then gets up from the table he was leaning on

“Okay then, I guess I'll go tell San that and get back to work” and then seonghwa too leaves the room.

so, it was then just you and wooyoung. It was quiet. again.

“Ah! That's right! clothes” he says going back to searching for some clothes for you.

He then stops and when he turns you see a bundle of clothes in his arms, and he places them beside you on the bed.

“Hopefully they're not too baggy for you, the shirt might be but I hope the pants at least fit” he says.

he awkwardly points to the door

“I'll just be outside the door while you change, okay? just knock once you're done” and he then leaves, closing his room door behind him.

you look at the clothes beside you and see that he's given you a white shirt and some marron-coloured trousers.

you strip yourself of the tattered revealing clothes and put those on, and he was right. the shirt was far too big though you just tucked it into the trousers. you then realised you had no shoes, but it'd probably be best not to put any on just now, not till your wounds on your ankles heal.

you knock on the door, signalling that you're done. He opens it.

“Well at least the pants fit.” he said he gestures to the door with his head

“Come on, you're gonna be here a while before we reach an island. probably take a few weeks. and if you're gonna be pulling your own weight let me, give you a tour of the ship” he says

...

walking to the top deck after seeing all of the below deck was disorientating as you were no longer docked at the island you were now out in the middle of the ocean.

walking across you stumbled a bit and wooyoung of course caught you.

“Seems someone doesn't have their sea legs yet” a voice called out with a laugh.

you look around but alas no one was there, you look up a bit and there leaning in the rigging is another member of the crew. he climbs down the rigging and stands In Front of you both.

“don't worry, a few days of being on the ship and you'll get 'em!” He says with a smile.

“I'm Yunho by the way,” he adds at the end.

“y/n..” you tell him.

“You must've had a long day y/n. well you two let's go eat! I think seonghwa made some dinner and you y/n can meet the rest!” Yunho says, chucking an arm around the back wooyoung's neck and pulls you both along.

...

sitting at the table along with them all minus the captain felt awkward to say the least. and to be honest you think everyone felt like that. Everyone just silently ate their food.

As seonghwa collects the empty dirty dishes you thank him for the meal and offer to help with the dishes to which he declines saying he'll do them later. everyone still sitting at the table seonghwa clears his throat.

“Why don't we all introduce ourselves a bit better and what we do to clear this awkward atmosphere? Y/n is going to be here a while”

and so, with everyone agreeing. Everyone took a turn at the table to introduce themselves a bit better to you.

starting with seonghwa he explained that he was quartermaster and that just meant he was in charge if the captain was unable to and was second to the captain

then you found out Yunho was a barrel man which definitely explained why he was then in the rigging when you met him earlier.

you already knew San was their doctor, but he still explained that.

Mingi you also figured that he was the blacksmith on board, but he also stated that he was the master at arms.

Wooyoung who was sitting beside you told you that his position was also him being a barrel man like Yunho. Which left you with the last two who sat at the table who you haven't seen at all, you learned their names were Yeosang and Jongho.

yeosang explained to you that he was the crews sailing master which meant he was their navigator and responsible for knowing where the ship is at all times and for planning their voyages. and Jongho said he was the master gunner which made sense he looked pretty strong so it's only reasonable he'd be good at fighting and using guns.

It was nice to get to know them like this, that was until it was your turn to give more information about you and how you ended up on that dreadful island. Now you could tell them the truth, but you had little hope they'd believe you. so you made up a lie.

you told them that you were shipwrecked, no longer had family and then how that horrible pirate crew found you and took you to that island to sell you and then of course how wooyoung rescued you and now here you were.

you all conversed for a few hours more, and you even managed to do a few dishes after pestering to at least wash a few. and now you're walking down the corridor with wooyoung.

“You can take my room for now. I'll bunk up with San or someone” he says to you opening his room door, you protest.

“No, no. wooyoung I'm grateful you'd do this but i can't kick you out of your room”

he looks down and then back at you.

“So... you'd rather me take you below deck and let you sleep in a hammock with the rest of the crew who as you saw today don't necessarily like you?” He said.

letting the thought sink in and seeing the look on your face afterwards he laughs.

“y/n. it's okay, really! It's only for a few days. We do have a spare cabin, but it's filled with some of yeosang's extra books and maps so he'll clear it out and then you can sleep there for the time being. so really. it's okay just sleep here.” he says pushing you in the room and then he says goodnight closing the door behind him.

pushing down on the door handle you realise he's locked the door as well. In other words, he's not really giving you a choice. Is he?

slipping under the covers you let your tiredness and thoughts consume you.

maybe. just maybe it won't be as bad here...

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lostfirefly · 27 days

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Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.9)

I'm dying to share the new chapter with you! The idea for this chapter visited me at the very beginning of the story. And maybe it is a bit bad, but I wanted to include it in one of the chapters :) I also like the idea that for the girl he loves, Buggy would do anything. English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Catherine's trapped. Will Buggy save her?

Warnings: Fun, fluff, arguing, sadness (have some tissues ready), adventure, inappropriate jokes, swearing (as always). Shitty shit again:)

Words: 4251

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)

The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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“What did you do?” Buggy stared at the bars. His eyes were wide and jaw dropped.

“I didn't do anything! I just ran my hand along the wall.”

“So maybe you shouldn’t run your hands along these fucking walls? Maybe you stepped on something there?” He tried to pull the bars. “Not moving! Fuck!! Can you get through these things?” He examined the gate from floor to ceiling.

“Are you kidding me?” Catherine tried to push herself between the bars. “Of course not. Look at the walls, maybe there are some drawings or something else there.”

Catherine examined the walls from her side, Buggy checked the walls from the other side.

“Nothing! I see nothing!” There was panic in his voice. “What should I do?”

“What?”

“You always tell me what to do. Look at this, Buggy. Click on this, Buggy. Put your pants on, Buggy. That's why we got this far. You're the only reason we got all the pieces of the fucking sceptre together. I couldn't have done it alone. I don't have too many brains.” He scratched his head. “Wait! Did you take an axe or something else?”

“The axe. Here!” She quickly pulled out a hatchet from her bag and gave it to him.

“Move away!”

“But...”

“Catherine, motherfucker, move away!” Buggy growled through his teeth.

“Don't get mad!” She barked back.

“I’m not mad!”

“You call me by my full name, that means you're angry at me!” Catherine said loudly and came closer to the grate.

“Seriously? You want to talk about this now? Well, okay! What kind of reaction were you expecting? We're somewhere at the bottom of the fucking pyramid, where even tourists don't go. You're sitting in some fucking Egyptian bullshit because of your curiosity. I cannot get you out. Why wouldn't I be angry? Move away!”

Catherine pressed herself closer to the corner and watched as Buggy hit the goal with his pickaxe several times with all his might.

“It doesn’t open! Why doesn’t it open?” He kicked the gate angrily.

“Buggy, stop. It cannot be opened. It’s a fucking trap.” Catherine whispered and closed her eyes. “That's it, I'll die here.”

“What? No! There must be a way out. Are you planning to stay there? No way! I cannot lose you too!” Buggy looked around the walls.

“I don't like to be a pessimist, my love. But you can't open it. This is perhaps some old punishment cell for thieves, or maybe a place for errant slaves. Which does not open like a regular door. Sometimes the guilty were released into such cells and they simply waited for their end.” Catherine walked up to the bars, leaned her back against the wall, and sank to the ground. “I don't know. I'm sorry.” She said quietly.

“For what?” Buggy sat down opposite the grate, leaning on another part of the wall.

“For dragging you here. For appearing in your life at all. If it weren’t for me, you'd be partying with some girl on the loose right now.” Catherine bent her legs and rested her forehead on her knees.

“Cotton candy,” Buggy slipped his hand between the bars and took her hand. “I'm not very good at this romantic stuff of yours. But don't apologize for showing up in my life, please. You… Y-You're the best gift of fate for a pathetic loser like me.”

“You're not a loser.” Catherine replied quietly, running her finger along his arm. “Try to find a way out. I'll die here in a few days. You'll find yourself another girl and live with her. And in your head, I'll remain just some girl who stupidly walked into a small room and got stuck in it forever.”

“Are you out of your mind? Why would I want another girl? No one will piss me off and amuse me at the same time the way you do.” He grinned, resting the back of his head against the wall and exhaled. “You made me pancakes.”

“What?” Catherine raised her head.

“Well, you keep cracking up and wanting to know when I.. when I fell in love with you. Remember, after our adventure, I took you and your sister back to my house.” Buggy leaned closer to the grate and rested his head on it.

“Yeah.”

“After the first night…”

“I'm surprised you didn't hit on me, by the way.” Catherine giggled and saw him start to blush.

“Damn! Do you want to know the story, or are you just gonna mock me?” He glanced at her and his cheeks burnt.

“I wanna know! Let this be the last good story.” Catherine squeezed his hand and closed her eyes.

“Nah, my little pie, there will be many more. So… Don't interrupt. I'm having a hard time telling it. I woke up the next morning because I smelled something yummy in the kitchen.”

“Why am I not surprised you fell for the food?” She ran the tips of her fingers over his knuckles.

“Fuck you, honestly. Why do you always do this? Ok. I didn't realize what the smell was at first. So I walked into the kitchen, and there you were in your zebra pajama pants cooking me pancakes. You were humming a song while you were making them. You still do it, by the way. I call it “a pancake song.”

“You're so cute. And I’m humming? Really? Didn't notice.” Catherine felt Buggy's hand start shaking during the story and began stroking her thumb over his arm.

“Yes, you are. Well.. I remember you turned around to me with a plate, smiled and told me to sit down to breakfast. And I.. I looked at you and thought, “fuck, I.. I love her! I wanna wake up in the same bed with her, be in her arms, see her smile, see stupid pants with animals and eat these pancakes for the rest of my life.” Embarrassment made Buggy redder than his nose. “May I say no more?”

“I remember that morning, too. You piled into the kitchen, suffering from a hangover, wearing only your pajama pants. So hot and sexy. But I really didn't think you were happy that I was there.” Catherine looked at him with the corner of her eye.

“I'm not a complete jerk, cotton candy. Come on! The most beautiful girl in the world is sleeping at my place and then making me breakfast. Usually the girls just ran away in the morning while I was still sleeping.”

“Okay, it should be fair play. Do you want me to confess? I wanted to come over to your couch on the first night. But my sister kept talking, and I couldn't leave. All I could think was, “shut up, I love him and I want to tell him that right now”. And when I came out to see you, you were already asleep.”

Buggy giggled and scratched the back of his head. “I didn't sleep then. I was.. I was under the covers, pretending to be asleep. Well. I liked you, so I.. I don't know. I heard your footsteps and got scared. I couldn't think of anything better than lying still on the bed.”

“You're unbelievable.” She laughed and cleared her throat. “Listen, can you tell me one more story? How do you get out of jail? And why do you keep that prison photo in your wallet? But if you're not ready, that's okay. Tell this to my mummy later.”

“I don't keep that photo in my wallet. I just hid it. I don't know, I was afraid you'd find it and leave me. But you're not gonna get off my back on the prison thing, are you? Well…” Buggy squeezed her hand, and scratched his cheek with his other hand. He exhaled and told the story of the escape.

Catherine couldn't stop laughing. “First, I won't leave you until I’ll die in this cage. Second. Really? You had help from a sixteen-year-old kid? The great clown Buggy had teamed up with a teenager. Delightful! And that's how that wax man knows you.” She looked at his face, which was all red with embarrassment, and stroked his hand.

“Fuck you. Stop laughing at me!” He scowled.

“I’m not! Thanks for telling me. Too bad you can't split up and sneak in here. I'd hug you goodbye. I’m so happy I met you. I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear. Remember that, okay?”

“I love y~… Cathie-pie. Wait!” Buggy got up abruptly from his seat and ran somewhere.

“What?” Catherine got up off the floor and tried to poke her head between the bars. “Ouch! Where are you?”

“There's something here!” He shouted out of the darkness.

“What's in there? I can barely see anything out here. Do you have some kind of clown night vision or something?”

“Shut up! I don't know, some kind of shit.”

“Wow, Buggy the Clown. You're just a master of descriptions. Some shit. What does it look like?”

“I don't know. A small board with squares on it.”

“Describe m~. Oh, my God!” Catherine jerked sharply away from the grate, seeing his flying hand. “At least give me a warning that you're sending your parts to me.”

“Give me something, I'll show you what I see.”

She placed a pad and pen in his hand, and the hand disappeared into the darkness. “Buggy? Are you still there?”

“I'm coming!” Buggy walked over to the cage and showed her the drawing. “There's this thing.”

“What the fuck is it?” Catherine stared at awkwardly drawn curved lines. “How old are you? Five years old? Can't you draw at all?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, I'm sorry I didn't take an academic drawing class, somehow I didn't think that fucking skill would come in handy in my thirties when I'm stuck at the bottom of the fucking pyramid. Actually, I thought you were going to send me a phone.”

“Wa~. I..” Catherine was silent for a second. “You're pissing me off.”

“That's great! You send me a fucking notebook, and I'm pissing you off.” Buggy leaned sideways against the cage and crossed his arms.

“Lord knows, I'll come to you in spirit and ruin your life.” Catherine shook her head and looked at the drawing. “Wait. This looks like a senet.”

“What the fuck is this? Is this another fucking god?”

“No, it's a game. There's a legend that this game was thought to be an amulet of a guide to the world of the dead. But there's also a myth that it was the game of the god Thoth. He created this game to win the soul of the goddess Nut from the moon god Khonsu. I told you about that too, but I wouldn't be surprised if you forgot.” Catherine waved her hand at him. “Because it was in the first pyramid, and then we spent the night in a motel where you ruined me in every way possible.” She blushed.

“Oh! I remember that night! Trust me, that hot sex session we had there superseded any memory of those dead gods." Buggy giggled idiotically.

“Geez! Wipe that satisfied smile off your face, clown.” Catherine narrowed her eyes. “Do you have at least something stuck in your head?”

“If you wanna know the answer, ask me something next time you stand naked in front of me. Or you’ll lie naked under me. " He winked at her.

“You're disgus~ Wait!” She began to look around the floor, walls, and ceiling. “There's a sign of Osiris on the ceiling. And in the corners is Thoth, Nut. And there's Khonsu in the middle. Why didn't I notice them right away?”

“You were too busy nagging me.” Buggy said mockingly.

“Fuck you, honestly. This isn't a punishment cell. We're apparently in some sort of burial chamber. Wait!" Catherine pulled a notebook and the map out of her bag and quickly flipped through the pages. “Oh, my God! It's written right here. Don't get me wrong, but I think you're going to have to play this game to win my soul from the moon god.”

“Excuse me?” Buggy goggled at Catherine and his head separated from his body in surprise. “I have no idea how to play it!” He reattached his head back to his body. “Is there no other way? I don't know. Recite some Egyptian spell again. You're always muttering something under your breath and all that shit opens up.”

“What is the probability that a room with a game in it, and gods painted on the floor playing it, has nothing to do with this cell? I'm sorry, I don't have the magic dust to open the fucking door. All I have is you, clown!” Catherine answered angrily and pointed her index finger at Buggy.

“But I don't know how to play this fucking game. I can't do it.” He raised his voice.

“Buggy, you're panicking!”

“Yeah, I'm panicking. Join me! I’m sorry, cotton candy, but I'm clearly not fit to be a savior.” He leaned his back against the gate.

“Hey!” Catherine softened her voice, came closer to the grate, took his hand and looked at him. “What are you saying? You’ve already saved me so many times. Why don’t you believe in yourself? You’re smart, although you don’t use your brains sometimes. Come on, free me from the clutches of the moon god. Only the love of my life can do this. Otherwise, I will come to you in the form of a ghost and will torture you until your last breath.” She reached her other hand through the bars and stroked his hair. “I believe in you, my blue-haired hero.”

Buggy exhaled heavily. “Alright. Let's do it. There's no choice anyway. Tell me how to play it.”

“Look. The game consists of 30 squares, referred to as houses.” Catherine began to show him the drawing.

“Houses?”

“Don't interrupt me! But yes! These squares are arranged in three rows, with ten houses in each row. Each gamer has 5 pieces or figures, call them as you want. Only one piece can be placed in each house at a time. Also, you have 4 sticks. These are usually popsicle sticks with one side painted black and the other painted white. When it's your turn, you'll throw the sticks. And I will tell you how many steps to move the pieces. The goal of the game is to get all of your pieces off the board before the other player. At the beginning of the game, you must place your pieces on the first row. Player 1 will place his pieces on the first, third, fifth, seventh, and ninth houses. Player 2 should place his pieces on the second, fourth, sixth, eighth, and tenth houses.”

“Player 2?” Buggy asked. “Where can I find the second player? Are you suggesting that I should play with an imaginary friend? Or dig up a mummy?”

Catherine examined the walls again. “No. With me. You'll have to play with me. Of course! I'm sitting here, next to all these gods. If you win, they'll free me. If not, then I'll stay here.” She shrugged cheerfully and smiled.

“And you're so calm about it?” He blinked. “It was easier to escape from prison than to solve these fucking Egyptian riddles. Only this box is nailed there. How to play?”

“So you’ll sit there and tell me everything. How will you come up with drawings like these...” She drew them on a piece of paper. “Let me know. Oh, and also the pieces have to move straight along the line, and when you get to the end of the line, you stand on the next line and move to the other side of the board. Like that. In the shape of a Z letter.” She drew a diagram of the movement. “Just bring me my sticks. I'll throw them and tell you how many steps to move my pieces.”

Buggy sent one of his hands for the sticks, while the other held Catherine's hand. She felt a shiver in his hand and began stroking her finger across his palm. The hand quickly went back and brought the sticks, and he gave it to Catherine.

“Well, I'm off to rescue you from that Egyptian shit.” He kissed her hand and disappeared into the darkness.

Catherine heard a noise and a muttering and chuckled softly. “He can't help but grunt.” She whispered under her breath. “You okay in there? Ready?”

Buggy sat down on the floor with a lurch. “Wait a little while. I'm arranging the pieces according to your drawing. Done. Ready now.” He picked up the sticks in his hands, shook them a little, and threw them on the floor. “Throwing. Two white and two black.”

“Shit. Then move two steps forward! But you lose your next move! Then I throw twice.” Catherine began to write down all the moves in a notebook.

“It’s a good start. Fuck!!” He muttered. “Shit. One. Two. Done!” They both fell silent. “You're alive, cotton candy? Have the mummies of the Egyptian gods come for you yet?”

“Go to hell and don't scare me! I'm fine! Throwing sticks! Three black and one white. And then an extra move. My piece must now stand in place of yours. Get yours off the board, you've lost one of your army.”

“Fuck! I told you, I’m a bad player!”

“It's okay. I'm throwing it. Three black, one white. One step forward. And I have an extra turn again. Damn! Throwing! Yes! Two white and two black. I lose my turn.” Catherine made another note.

“Got it! One. Two. Done! Throwing! Three white and one black sides.” Buggy carefully rearranged the figures.

“Shit! Three steps forward and you lose your move!”

“What the fuck? Fucking Egyptian games!!” Buggy muttered.

“Everything is fine! Calm down, please. Throwing! Two black, two white. I lose my turn, but you lose your piece again. Now there are only three left.”

“How am I supposed to win? Only three pieces left!” Catherine could hear the irritation in his voice.

“It's okay. Throw it!”

“Damn! Four black and one white.” Buggy exhaled heavily.

“Yes! Move five steps forward and throw again.”

“Oh, I like that! One, two… five. Throwing again! Two white and two black.”

“Two steps forward and you miss a move. I throw. Four white. Move my chip four steps forward and I throw again. Three steps forward. I lose a move, but you lose a piece.” Catherine continued to cross out boxes on her notepad.

“Can you stop doing that? Fuck! How do I get to the end with two pieces?” He growled through his teeth.

“I didn't make the rules, Buggy!”

“Fuck! I'm throwing! Two black and two white.” He mumbled loudly.

“Move to two. And you lose a move!” She heard him growl back. “It's all right! I'm throwing it! Okay, I have four whites and I throw again.”

“One. Two. Four. Done!” Buggy mumbled.

“Cool! Now it's my turn again. Three whites and I lose the move.”

“Got it! One, two. Three. How are we doing?” Buggy asked loudly.

“The moon god or Osiris are winning so far.” Catherine replied with a nervous laugh in her voice.

“Fucking Osiris! Four black.”

“Haha, you can be proud of yourself, clown. You knocked out one of my pieces. Move five squares forward. And throw again.” Catherine giggled.

“Got it. One. Two… Five. Throwing. Four white. One, two, three, four. Hey, Cathie-pie! I've reached the first drawing. It's like three bottles of rum.” Buggy answered happily, and Catherine heard him clap his hands.

“God, show some respect. That's not rum. It's Nefer hieroglyphics. It's a house of beauty. Drop your sticks. If four blacks come up, you’re gonna lose me to an Egyptian god.” There was silence in response. “Buggy? Are you throwing?”

He suddenly came back and sat with his back to the cage.

“What happened?” Catherine asked and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Don't say that again. It's not a funny joke, Catherine.”

“What?”

“You're going to lose me to an Egyptian god. Don't say this shit. It's not funny. You… You're my Cathie-pie. I can't lose you. I can't. I don't want to be alone again.” Buggy rested his head against the bars.

She stroked his head. “Sorry, my love. When I'm nervous, I make stupid jokes. Everything will be fine. See?” She showed him the piece of paper. “You're almost there!”

“You just said that if I throw four blacks, I'll lose.” Buggy glanced at Catherine with sad eyes.

She smiled in response. “Not gonna lie. This option is possible.”

“I always lose. If you were with him, he would never let you get stuck in this kind of shit.” Buggy said quietly.

“Fuck him! You know, for some reason I’m sure that my blue-haired knight in shining clown armor will not lose his beloved girl to some god.”

“Where did you see the armor? I'm wearing jeans and a sweatshirt.” He sneered, took her hand and squeezed.

“Still counts as armor.” Catherine stroked his head and asked softly. “Will my Buggy Bear save me?”.

Buggy breathed out. “He'll try. Otherwise, he will be bored because there is no one to piss him off with this stupid nickname.”

“My hero! Look. Throw one and move here.” She showed him the drawing with three curved lines. “This is the House of Water. If a 5 is rolled, the piece remains in place. If a 4 is rolled, your piece leaves the board and you are the winner. In a different outcome, the piece goes here to the House of Revival. And then you have to start the game practically all over again. We don't want it. Don't cheat, please. And then I throw the sticks again after you.”

“Fine!” Buggy sighed heavily, stood up and walked into the darkness. “I’m throwing these fucking sticks.”

Catherine clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut when she heard the sound of sticks being thrown. “Well, what's there?”

“Let your Egyptian gods go fuck themselves. It’s one!” Buggy snapped his fingers.

“I told you! You're great! I'm throwing. Four blacks. Move my piece to the House of Water!”

“Okay, but just keep in mind that you're not making it any easier for me to save you, Cathie-pie. A little more, and your chip will overtake mine.”

“Now you throw! Remember? If a 5 comes up, the chip stays in place, if a 4 com~.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Buggy muttered. “I got it. I'm throwing.”

“Don't be mad.” Catherine closed her eyes again. “What's there?”

“Five. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. At least something else didn’t fall out, and that’s good. Now I’m throwing.” She shook the sticks in her hand. “You and I are the perfect couple, clown. I have five too.” She laughed. “It’s your turn now.”

“Understood.”

Catherine buried her face in her hands. “Well, what's there?”

“Your Egyptian gods love to mock me as much as you do. Five again!” Buggy laughed nervously.

“It's okay. My turn now.” She put the sticks in her palms, whispered a little and threw them on the floor. “Fuck yes! Also, five. Your turn. Throw it again.”

“Understood.”

Catherine heard the sound of falling sticks. “What's there?” The answer was silence. “Buggy? What happened?” She tried to look through the bars. “Hey? Are you still there?”

Suddenly, a flying head appeared near the bars. “Four!”

“Where is your body?” She pointed into space.

At this moment he connected the head with the body. “Fuck, Catherine! Did you even hear what I said? Four! I won!”

“What? Seriously?!” She pulled the bars. “But.. Why doesn't it open?”

Buggy grabbed the bars and pulled them a couple of times. “What the fuck?”

“You didn't cheat?” Catherine narrowed her eyes.

“Do I look like a person who cheats?”

“Are you seriously asking me this now?” Catherine pursed her mouth and raised her hands questioningly. “Then I don’t understand.” She sat down on the floor and rested her feet against the adjacent wall. “Maybe the game didn’t work. But why? Although maybe sometimes drawings are just drawings. Go away, Buggy. Try to find a way out and go home. If you don't find a way out, come back here, we’ll die together like in a stupid snotty novel.” She laughed nervously.

“Fucking Egyptian gods!” Buggy rested his forehead against the bars. “What the hell? Cathie-pie.. I.. Wait! What is this?”

“What? Where?”

“There are some small inscriptions on the bars.”

Catherine jumped up from the floor. “Where?” He pointed his finger at the words. Catherine squinted and began to read the inscription. “Your rebirth is in Thoth’s nest. Come to save me, o, silent Thoth.”

They both heard a click.

“Come here quickly!” Buggy opened the door and pulled Catherine out of the cell by the scruff of the neck. “Or else, something fails somewhere again, closes, or worse.”

Catherine looked at him with wet eyes. “You won! You saved me! Again!” She threw herself on his neck and pecked him on the lips several times.

“Of course.” Smack from Catherine. “I.” Smack again. “Saved.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Nobody dares take my cotton candy away from me.” He put his arm around her shoulders. “Write it down in your notebook. Buggy the Clown - 1.” He extended his other hand and showed his middle finger to the room with drawings. “Your Egyptian dead dudes - 0.”

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venus-is-thinking · 10 months

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Deciphering the DRDT Character Playlist

Hello DRDT community! @accirax and I took a look at the official character song playlist [remade version bc it got deleted or privated] and decided to take our own shot at figuring out whose is whose and what it means. It's pretty late, but we have at least some sort of a guess with reasoning for every song!

We used a combination of Genius lyrics, the vocaloid lyrics wiki, and google translation of Japanese lyrics in the YouTube description to get a decently functional interpretation of every song. Our theory goes through the songs in the order they show up on the playlist (we're pretty positive it isn't kill order), which means our confidence varies heavily from song to song. With that being said, let's go!

Diamond is Unbreakable by Yunno Kago: Ace Markey

This song does not have many lyrics, so a lot of our guess is based on vibes (though it gives much more than some other songs). The rock instrumental with more yell-based vocals feels like it suits Ace though, and I feel safe to say that Ace has had a breakdown (and may have many more in the future).

Sing Along by Sturgill Simpson: Teruko Tawaki

This song fits Teruko quite well. It has an edgier sound to it, but it isn't completely uncaring if you look at the lyrics.

I can't go on living alone now that you're gone You done me wrong, so here's your song

It reminds me of the scene where she plays with the cacti. She clearly misses Xander (and possibly others in her past), but that obviously doesn't stop her from feeling betrayed by them either.

There are a lot of lyrics about bitterness too (ex. "words can stab as deep as night," "bitter air and the winds of spite"), which reflect how Teruko has been treating the rest of the cast in Chapter 2. It's a duality of caring too much and acknowledging the harshness of the world, which encapsulates Teruko's character quite well.

RUNAWAY by half alive: Hu Jing

Not gonna lie, we were struggling on this one. This song is pretty much entirely predictive of a character arc that Hu might have later on. We're predicting this based on Hu's secret quote, which is basically the only reason we gave this song to her: "I want to pay for what I've done. But even then, I still want to live."

This implies that she has not paid for "what [she's] done," which probably relates to her secret. I know a lot of people think she might be the hopeless child, but I'm far more partial to the theory that Hu is the one who poisoned her competition. If she hasn't paid for it, it's possible she feels like she ran away, from the situation which could open the door for her handling those feelings later on.

cartoons by Louie Zong: Rose Lacroix

This entire song is about drawing and thought processes, which both relate to Rose's character pretty strongly. The recurring lyric of "it's all just cartoons in [her] head" makes me think of her photographic memory, which takes real life and permanently stores it in her mind.

There are also lyrics like "feeling every day the same" and "trying to make that old deadline" that strongly relate to her background with the Spurling Foundation. She feels like she's just watching the rest of her life go by as a corporate slave, and those feelings are wrapped up in a light and airy song, matching Rose's demeanor.

asymptotic by Louie Zong: Charles Cuevas

This is a silly little nerd love song. As a CharWhit shipper, I definitely think that there's a strong chance that this relates to Charles' feelings about Whit, calling him a "cutie face in x-y space" and other such things. It's pretty simple, but it's true that, romantic or not, a lot of Charles' character arc thus far has revolved around his relationship with Whit and realizing that he does enjoy spending time with his classmates.

However, notably, there's also the lyric "I'll forget," which made me start thinking about Charles' past he forgot about.

Asymptotic, obliquely Here's the point of this speech As close as we could ever get, you'll be just out of reach

This reads to me as being about Charles' memories or the older brother he doesn't remember losing. As close as he can get to remembering or understanding what happened through things like the secrets motive, it won't be the same as actually returning to that past or remembering it in full. Maybe that's reading into things a little too hard, but I think the interpretation is there to be read.

A Mistaken Belief of Love by Niru Kajitsu: Eden Tobisa

I'll be direct: this relates to our theories about how Eden is the Chapter 2 killer. I'm a particular proponent of the interpretation that Eden didn't believe Arei when she said she wanted to be friends and decided she wanted to escape back to her old life, to the girl she kissed. I'm not going to go into that Eden theory now, but @/1moreff-creator and @/thebadjoe have a great thread going back and forth which goes over a lot of what I personally believe to be true.

If you assume that Eden is the killer and wanted to be Arei's friend but gave up on the possibility when Arei snapped at her, the lyrics start to make sense. "Then I'll kill you at our rendezvous" would clearly relate to Eden summoning Arei to the playground just to kill her. "I just wanted to mistakenly believe that you loved me" relates to Eden's feelings towards Arei and the rest of the class, but that "mistaken belief" was shattered, causing her to kill.

Shunran by John/TOOBOE: Arei Nageishi

This song chronicles Arei's entire character arc, from prologue to death. It starts out much more aggressive and unfriendly, saying things like "I won't pay attention to small fry" and "I become angry easily." However, there's a recurring lyric that shows how she actually feels.

They say that praying to be loved is a sin. It has such a sweet scent.

Arei desperately wants to be loved, for people to be nice to her, but she's learned over the course of her life that she couldn't have that. Still, she can't help but want to be loved, so even when she knows that David is a manipulator, she still listens to his words. Even when she knows she's been awful to Eden, she swears she'll do anything to prove to Eden that she's serious, that she really does want to be her friend.

I pledged a ceasefire. My personality peeled off and fell because I have the courage to accept disappointment

As the song progresses, that desperate desire to be loved creeps its way into the actions the singer takes as well. Arei was willing to put aside her meanness she learned as a defense and try to stop the fighting, try to become friends, because she's strong enough to try even if she might fail. Through it all, all she wants is to be loved.

Yesman by Niru Kajitsu and Hachiya Nanashi: Nico Hakobyan

This song has a lot of lyrics relating to how the singer expresses scorn or insults. We know that this is a focal point of Nico's struggles with communication: they don't know what comes across as hostile or helpful.

However, as the song progresses, it gets more purposefully aggressive. There's a particular set of lines that seem to relate to how Nico interacts with Ace. They can tell Ace that they hate him, directly, and no one even blames them.

You could say that and you're still just a kid. How amazing!

This, in my mind, relates to Nico saying that they'll kill Ace (and clearly meaning it), but Hu still babies them. They can get away with all kinds of things.

There's no reason for me to turn back now, huh? I was caught in my own trap

Nico then, realizing that they can get away with a lot, goes after Ace, trying to literally kill him. They were caught, though, explaining the second lyric here.

The song also has a prominent lyric: "I'm an introvert, just waiting." There are variations on this, but I think it gets across the core idea: Nico is quiet, but they're still a part of the story the whole time, waiting for an opportunity to get their way.

Undead Enemy by Suzumu and Giga P: David Chiem

This song hinges around David's false persona of smiles and motivation and his true self who hates everything and everyone.

For whatever reason, he put on a mask symbolizing The leading role he had yearned for in the past.

Here, David is choosing to put on that motivational speaker persona.

And, from the next day onward, The unhappy boy's smile did not falter, He was even loved by someone

David then keeps up that happy and inspirational self, without fail, so that the world will love and accept him as the Ultimate they expect him to be.

However, the lyrics are filled with more hateful lines that sound more like him in Episode 11.

Slander and criticize, and then, I won't need anyone else. Just leave me alone

I act spitefully in disgust and force a smile

While he pretends to be happy and good, he knows himself to be much worse. This song focuses on those true colors.

Drawing Pins by Nothing but Thieves: Levi Fontana

Levi is a very pensive character. The main line of the song is "tell me what you did it for, 'cause I can't figure it out." That could relate to Levi's apparent struggles to understand others and what the "correct" thing to do in social situations is, like when he asks others how to handle the situation with Ace. I also like the interpretation that he could be talking to himself, wondering why he did what he did in the past. (Whatever mysterious past Levi has, it's clear that he did some things he's not thrilled about, and he seems to have a lot of feelings surrounding it.)

What do I have to do To be loved, loved by you

I'm personally not an AceVi shipper, but this line would definitely relate to Ace. Levi messed up in the first trial, threatening Ace, but in Chapter 2, he's trying to make up for it. Nothing he seems to do works, though, so he's at a loss as to what he could possibly do to make it up to him.

Hi-Fi Evolution Theory by Keu Studio: Veronika Grebenshchikova

Disclaimer, we had to put this song through google translate, so our lyrics might not be entirely correct.

Given that, though, I'm pretty confident this song must be Veronika's. There are a lot of lyrics that indicate her, but the most important ones surround what we've most recently learned about her: she can't stand boredom and will do just about anything for fun.

But is it selfish to have fun?

The one who laughs last is the winner

Even though Veronika knows that enjoying the killing game or possibly even working against the group's best interests in it is stupid at best and evil at worst, she'll still do it as long as it keeps her entertained. If she's selfish, she's selfish; she'll do it either way.

tip toes by half alive: Min Jeung

This song heavily ties into Min's outlook which she explains in her bonus episode. The lyrics mention a "need to be known," or a "pride" that's "screaming." She internalized a core need to become an Ultimate to keep her going forward and to preserve her hope.

She does want to change her behavior, though.

My future will listen to me, Listen to me, listen to me

Min is trying desperately to find a life for herself now that she's become an Ultimate. She wants to learn how to live after she's achieved the goal that her entire life has centered around. This song is her searching for the life that she wants to live in spite of her previous experience.

The song also sounds sort of desperate with its repetition of "listen to me" and the overall vibe of the instrumental. This fits in with Min's increasing desperation as she realizes, at the end of the first trial, that she won't have a future to figure out anymore.

Polygonal by fallstay (ふぁるすてぃ): Xander Matthews

This one was also put through google translate, so apologies for any mistranslations!

This song makes sense for Xander if you consider his clear survivor's guilt, visible through both his bonus episode and his secret quote, which is, in the most literal way possible, the dictionary definition of survivor's guilt. It mentions a "life full of mistakes" and describes other similar thoughts.

I'm dizzy and it hurts so much that I feel like throwing up

The urge to scream and someone's loud sobbing

That's my pain

These all feel like ways Xander interprets his past, which is his pain. We already know that Teruko accidentally running into him and hitting his eye hurt so badly he passed out, which is a step beyond "dizzy." Someone could be sobbing about his past; maybe it's even him. The things in his past that haunt him are what shape who he is and his actions, and that's what this song is about.

Spitfire (05 Version) by The Prodigy: J Rosales

This one has like one lyric. The vibes fit J though, and I don't really know who else's it would be or what other song would be hers, so it stays.

desk rotation by RQ laji-2: Arturo Giles

I'm not gonna lie. This is an instrumental. We have no idea what it means. This was process of elimination. I don't know what other song Arturo's would be so he gets this one.

(In all seriousness, you COULD give this one to Hu because it's music and she's a musician, give Arei the more hopeful RUNAWAY and give Arturo Shunran. The beginning of Shunran fits him decently, but I think the interpretation sort of falls apart in the middle of the song, at least given what I know about his character, and I think it fits Arei much better.

After we read some other theories, too, we think there's a viable shuffle that goes like this:

desk rotation: Hu (musical connection) tip toes: Arturo (generally prideful, future emphasis contrasting with his secret forcing him to think about the past) asymptotic: Min (abstracted to apply to the life she wants to seek out, math works as Ultimate Student) RUNAWAY: Charles (relating to him "running" from his past memories, positive growth arc)

While I still like our initial interpretations for Charles asymptotic and Min tip toes, I like the handling of RUNAWAY and desk rotation better with this one.)

For whatever it's worth, I also think there's a slight possibility that desk rotation is a placeholder song. It's a complete instrumental (all other songs have at least SOME lyrics), so it wouldn't be too insane to me if they had a song that they decided was just too spoiler-y to be released to the public. In that case, I think it's possible desk rotation will one day be replaced with a different song. Realistically, though, it's probably just here and we have to figure out what the hell it means.

Good Grief by Bastille: Whit Young

Whit obviously lost his mother at some point, who he clearly idolizes. You can see the glowing way he talks about her in the laundry room with Teruko and Charles, and his secret quote is literally "We tend to idolize the dead." He loves his mother, but given his secret, it's clear that she is dead.

This song is about grief. Whit represses a lot of his emotions, so I expect he hasn't yet felt his grief in full and hasn't processed it. He has, however, made it very clear that he struggles with loneliness, and that has a lot to do with his loss. I think that, over the course of the story, he's going to have to actually process grief and experience sadness. While it's possible that'll just be due to the feelings he has surrounding his mother, given that he's in a killing game, I think that he'll have to confront personal loss again to have this arc.

Regrettably, I think that that'll probably come in the form of Charles dying, likely as a Chapter 3 victim. Others have theorized on that, but suffice it to say that, narratively and based on hints they've dropped, I think it's probably true ( :( ). Whit, as he clearly cares about Charles, would then be confronted with grief again. He'd have to endure it and learn to deal with the loss.

On the plus side, I'd expect he'd be likely to survive afterwards.

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lunarthemexican · 5 months

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HOLY CRAP I JUST REMEMBERED THE 2 HOUR DREAM I HAD WHILE HAVING A NAP.

So, I had a nap... and my brain created this whole sams series story... and it stopped at the 24th part and discontinued... apparently someone created the series in my mind, and I was watching it? But in all reality... by BRAIN CAME UP WITH IT.

So.... I can't remember what the series was called, but I'm going to call it Celestials End. Ruin had practically torn all fabrics of reality apart. He had every timeline.. alternate universe, GALAXY... EVERYTHING. He fused every star in existence, creating an unstoppable force that practically destroyed all of humanity. He was able to bend reality to his own liking.

I dont know how it happened... but he did not kill all of the celestial siblings. In fact... he used them as power sources. He stole them. And as his power grew, he used them all to revolve in space, around his power stars. It's reaaally blurry... but the only thing I can remember was that Lunar was the only one of the siblings in the original universe who escaped from his grasp. All universes were mixed... he destroyed universes, and then fused them ALL.

It was like a fever dream but worse...a reality with no moral or purpose. Pure chaos. Lunar was seeking desperately to get all of his siblings back, and figure out what the hell was happening because for him, all he remembered was that his family was taken from him, and he woke up in a realm burnt to the ground. He had to find ways to get to each realm without getting caught, or killed. It was his own adventure that he stuggled to get through. Beings were smashed together, and mixed into one... humans were killed or slaves... or some went about their days like everything was normal. Nothing was supposed to make sense. That was how ruin wanted it.

He wanted no one to understand what he was doing.... he owned everything. He was a practical God. He did the impossible, and in all honesty it was crazy. Lunar met different sun's and moons... he saw memories, unlocked so many different stories of what happened to each and every person he met.. it was wild. I should draw some only the scenes in my head that I saw, but I think I'll update it more in the time that I remember.

This probably made no sense, but hey. It was a dream. But boy, i loved it.

#earth sams #sun and moon show #lunar and earth show #sams #laes earth #sams lunar #sams earth #sams ruin #sams au #sams bloodmoon #the sun and moon show #tsams au #sams eclipse #tsams bloodmoon #sams sun #laes #forkface

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thedawningofthehour · 5 months

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My doth theory is that this whole exploding collar thing will backfire real soon and someone important on Draxum side will end up in it (or perhaps someone from turtles side will get stuck in it?? Idk someone important will get stuck in it). Reasons why I think that:

1. Putting a bomb ON A COLLAR feels like something important. Like collar is such a visual way of doing it. It draws attention to itself

2. Idk I rewatched Evangelion Rebuild movies maybe like 3 months ago so Explosive collars made me think of it and DSS chockers so now I'm overanalysing these stupid collars

3. Tiger Claw did describe Gale getting kidnapped as "Prople wanting to see him in a collar" or something like that so maybe????

4. That's it I'm used to the fact that if it's a collar then it's propably important and if not, then at least they will let the main character wear it for a while. Like it's both visually striking and propably looks not that complicated. Perfect and easy to remember. Ofcourse you would want to put one of your main characters in it, so now people buy chockers made to look like it on ali express for cosplay.

I doubt that will actually happen, like litearlly my only lead that it will is one line that most likley means nothing, and I'm more than anything just joking about how putting something on a collar feels like a memorable visual that propably will be at least a bit imporant. And main character will wear it for a hot second to make it cosplay worthy (like litearlly in evangelion in span of 2 movies, three different main characters wore it, one at the time with the last one not even leading to much as it got just removed off her. Like she could just put her mech on autodestruct or something for it to be turned off, but nope. Collar)

Explosive collars are a pretty common trope-it even has its own TVTropes page. (not linking for people like me who will lose whole nights to it) Battle Royale used them too, and if you're a fan of The Hunger Games (new movie just came out, anyone seen it yet?) Battle Royale is absolutely a fun read.

The ones I was thinking of, however, are the slave collars from the Fallout series.

(I mean, are you fucking surprised it's Fallout-inspired?)

In the lore of Fallout, these were used in prisons and detention camps, especially on Chinese prisoners, and potentially developed for use on laborers to keep them working and obedient. (hey, it's good satire if it hits close to home) After the Great War, they were quickly co-opted by slavers. They function as an in-game enslaving mechanic, so the game doesn't have to script a whole slave-driving sequence of you leading your slaves back to slaver HQ-you literally just slap the collar on and they'll deliver themselves. It's kind of a chilling aspect of life in the wasteland, the casual cheapness and disregard for human life. Oh, and the whole Dead Money DLC where you get a bomb collar and have to navigate a resort and casino while dodging corrosive gas and radios that will interfere with your collar and set it off prematurely.

The collars that Draxum wants aren't as shoddy, and he would mostly want them for people who are around his son/responsible for keeping him safe when he's out of the house. Because he's going to have to do that at some point. He can't trust anyone's loyalty or bravery-but he can trust that they'll do everything in their power to protect him if they know their heads will be blown off the moment Galois's heart stops.

And yeah, the visual is important. The symbolism is important. A collar is inherently demeaning, demoralizing, a literal grip around one of the most important parts of your body. There's actually a guy in New Vegas that will talk about how he intentionally puts slave collars on a little too tight so it bites into a slave's neck and constantly reminds them what they are.

But at the same time, it's a barbaric tool. It would not be good PR for everyone to see Draxum's minions with these around their necks, nor would it particularly endear said minions to him. Also worth noting-slave collars are common in art and fiction because they're effective symbols of slavery, but in real life slaves usually didn't wear collars. Because slaveowners didn't want their slaves seeing how many of them there actually were and rising up against their masters. For those of you who've read ASOIAF, remember that Astapor (and to an extent Meereen) did not fall to Dany's forces or even her dragons, but to the very slaves they trained and sold.

(Draxum's heard way more about Game of Thrones than he ever cares to know)

In short-Draxum knows what he's doing, and he intends to use this tool sparingly, but wisely.

The way you phrase this implies that someone is going to cosplay my shitty fic. Though I do feel like it will be fanart opportunity.

#doth asks #also i realized i forgot to link your art in the chapter #that's TOTALLY not a reflection of you i'm just adhd as hell #i loved it #i want to make sure everyone sees it so i'm gonna link it in the next one okay?#i'm sorry!

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theslowesthnery · 30 days

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cringy AU shit

speaking of AUs/scenarios that are so far from the original setting and characters that they might as well be totally original characters

one AU i had in mind was inspired by the disney princess dress mohg and the idea of prince miquella. something of a cross between beauty and the beast and little mermaid, but also not really that much like either of them? i just had the idea of prince miquella bringing mohg - living in squalor somewhere, an uncivilized (or at least seemingly so) beast that everyone is horrified by - to the castle. and miquella bathes him and clothes him - mohg is not used to fancy clothing so for now he dresses in loose robes, but at least they're clean and whole - and just. wants good things for him. he doesn't have any ulterior motives, or really even any motives or any plans regarding mohg. maybe he's bored, or maybe he's just so kind that he can't not do anything once he learns of mohg's existence, but bringing him to the castle and helping him have a nice life is as far as he's thought about it. and mohg of course very quickly falls in love with him, but that doesn't change the fact that no one besides miquella wants him around at the castle. (maybe mohg, known as some sort of elusive monster that everyone is scared of but that no one has managed to hunt down, saves miquella's life and maybe gets injured in the process, and miquella gets a good, close look at him and goes "oh, you're not a monster at all, are you?")

and i was just thinking about a ball being held at the castle, with mohg not wishing to participate but miquella being obligated to, and with mohg getting curious and sneaking off to see miquella the ball, and seeing the ease with which miquella interacts with the guests and how well he fits in with them and how painfully different their worlds are just makes mohg's chest ache. and then he is spotted by someone and there are screams, and mohg, panicking, accidentally tips something over, drawing even more attention and horrified reactions to himself. but before he has the chance to run off, miquella calls out his name - and he sounds happy - and runs to him, taking him by hand. "i'm so glad you came after all!" miquella says, his face radiant with genuine joy, and mohg is unable to resist when miquella drags him properly into the room, right in front of everyone. miquella, paying no mind to the scandalized gasps, stares and murmurs of the guests, simply tells the band to continue playing as if nothing unusual has happened, and sits mohg down in some slightly-more-secluded part, not to hide him but to hopefully keep him more comfortable. and when he flits off to get them both something to drink, mohg is almost able to forget just how sorely he sticks out and doesn't belong, and ignore the judgemental stares and scandalized whispers of the guests. almost.

(morgott is there as well, as the queen's slave knight or something of that sort - given a special title due to his loyalty and responsibility, but it never being forgotten that he's just an omen, and that the title and any rights and freedoms that come with it are his only as long as his masters think he deserves them. when he and mohg spot each other in the castle for the first time, they both stop in their tracks and just speechlessly stare at each other for a while. when mohg opens his mouth, about to say something, morgott dashes off. his position is tenuous, on the whims of his masters to begin with, and he does not want to risk it by it being discovered that he is related to miquella's pet project. he may or may not know that he and mohg are the sons of the queen's previous consort.)

i actually had an idea earlier for a merman AU where mohg and morgott were dumped into the ocean upon being born omens, growing fish tails being either something they could just do as omens, or it being some sort of blessing granted on them by marika as a last ditch effort to save their lives. i also thought that their fish tails would maybe turn into legs while on land, but that they - or at least mohg - would still vastly prefer the ocean. mohg would be often spotted in the ocean around the castle, having grown up there and considering it his territory, and being a big, scary sea monster he would be the frequent target of attempts to catch or kill him. and i figured miquella would see mohg and be fascinated by him, and then eventually somehow rescuing him from some sort of predicament. mohg, in turn, would later save miquella from drowning, and then...i don't know, something. i also had in mind a night-time scene that godwyn would've witnessed as a small child, having been told to go to bed but sneaking out because his mother was due to give birth and he wanted to see his new sibling. and from the shadows he would instead witness his mother - hair messy, drying sweat streaking her exposed skin, her thighs still wet with blood - strolling through the castle, two little quietly wailing bundles in her arms, onto a balcony. and he would see her mother wordlessly and without hesitation drop the little bundles into the ocean. he would never speak to anyone of what he saw (except maybe eventually to miquella), but it would haunt him for the rest of his life and severely negatively affect his relationship with his mother.

ANYWAY all that ^ is to say that i figured that maybe this merman AU and the prince AU could be the same AU? or whatever i'm cringe don't look at me

anyway this is the kind of stuff where i eventually go "...this is so far removed from the original characters and setting that i might as well make them completely original characters" but i just can't get myself to care about OCs as much as already existing characters T_T

#elden ring for blacklist

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