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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.01 Sakamaki Ayato [TRACK 9+10]

Original title: 痛みの中で & 極限の吸愛 (デスエクスタシー)

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 1: Sakamaki Ayato [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Midorikawa Hikaru

Translator’s note:

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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TRACK 9: AMIDST THE PAIN

*Rustle*

“Come on...Open your eyes. Keep them only on me, ‘kay?”

Ayato continues to kiss you passionately.

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Smooch*

“I won’t make it hurt...It’ll only feel good…”

You frown.

[00:31] “Aah…? You’re scared regardless? Hahaha. It’ll be over before you know it once the pleasure kicks in.”

You continue to protest.

“What if you won’t be able to walk anymore, you ask? Good question...Then, I’ll just carry you ‘round instead, Chichinashi. Mmh...Nn…”

*Smooch*

*Rustle rustle*

[01:06] “...Ah. Hah...Fuck...This is startin’ to get seriously dangerous...I’m havin’ a hard time findin’ the strength to twist off your leg as well...Damn...Whatever...I’ll just suck from whichever spot I can reach…Haah...Right. Hahaha...This place might not be half bad…”

*Rustle rustle*

“I haven’t bitten you here yet, have I? ーー Your heart. I’ll give you my fangs here.”

*Cling cling*

*Sluuuuurp*

“I’m sure it’ll be scrumptious…”

You seem skeptical.

[01:57] “Aah? You wanna know if I can even plunge my fangs inside your heart? Fool! I’m gonna thrust them in really deep. Fortunately, I should just barely be able to reach it even with these chains holdin’ me back. If it turns out to be impossible, there’s still the option of twistin’ off your leg regardless. However, I don’t think that’d be enough to calm my anger, so I’ll chop off your hands as well.”

Your eyes widen in fear.

“Hahaha…”

You beg for his mercy.

[02:35] “What? Don’t start cryin’ already when I haven’t even done anythin’ yet. It’s hella annoyin’...I’m sure it’ll feel amazin’ when I suck from your heart. I’m sure you’re happy as well. Not only do you get to experience pleasure, but you’re given a chance to offer something precious to the man you love. You might just rank up from bein’ just prey.”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:06] “Hahaha...You’re shiverin’? Don’t worry. You won’t die even if I suck blood from your heart. Well, it’s fine if you’re scared. Just scoot a lil’ closer. I’ll hold you in my arms. Not that you’re particularly soft or cozy to the touch.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Here I come. Just entrust everythin’ to me. Relax, and accept my fangs.”

*Rustle*

[03:44] “Exactly...Just like that...I’m goin’ straight for the heart.”

Ayato latches down.

“Hahn...Nn...Hah…Keep still!”

*Cling*

“Succumb to me...and don’t resist!”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

[04:18] “Hah...Haah, haah...This is bad...What’s with this taste? ...Fuck! Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Haah, hahn...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Nn...Nnh…”

*Gulp*

[04:46] “Mmh…Haah, haah...Dammit...At this rate...I might just tear apart your heart with my fangs...But still...I can’t stop…”

*Rustle*

“Hahn−!”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah…! Chichinashi...You don’t mind, do you?”

You tell him it feels good.

“Hahaha...Exactly. It’s amazin’ for me too…I also feel as if I’m ‘bout to melt...Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:34] “...Haah? Harder? Hahaha! You damn nympho! Don’t come cryin’ to me afterwards if you lose your mind for real. Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Rustle rustle*

“Hahー! Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

[06:08] “...Shit...My stomach’s on fire...I don’t know how to describe this sensation as it coats my tongue...Haah…”

*Rustle*

“The one thing I can say is that your blood really is the best...and somethin’ very special to me. Haah, haah...Exactly...Give me more...More!!”

He continues drinking your blood.

“Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn...Hah...Hahn…”

*Gulp*

“Hah…!”

*Rustle*

[07:04] “Oi! Don’t go faintin’ on me now! We have to get rid of these chains to escape this place. It might hurt, but you can push through it, right? ...I’ll give you another intense one. I’ll thrust my fangs all the way in at once, so you won’t be able to feel anythin’ but pure bliss. Okay?”

You nod.

[07:35] “Here it comes...I’ll pierce you even deeper…”

*Rustle*

“Ughーー!!”

Ayato bites you aggressively.

*Gulp gulp*

[07:55] “Hahn...Nn...Don’t thrash ‘bout…! It makes it difficult to suck! Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Hahn...Nn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Nnh…”

*Gulp*

[08:12] “Hah...Don’t worry...We’re almost there...Just focus on feelin’ my fangs…! Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

“Hah...Mmh...Haah…”

*Gulp*

“Nn...Nnh...Hahー! Hahn...Haah…”

*CLING*

TRACK 10: THE ULTIMATE BLOODY LOVE (1) ( DEATH ECSTASY)

“Haah, haah...Ugh…”

*Cling cling*

“With this...We’ve finally been freed from these vexin’ chains, huh? Hahaha…”

*Smack smack*

“Oi, Chichinashi. You still alive?”

You whimper.

[00:20] “Hahaha...Guess you no longer feel the pain. Seems like the pleasure was just too intense, you can’t even respond. Oi, Chichinashi. Look this way.”

*Rustle*

“Your face’s a mess.”

You ask him about the chains.

“Haah…? The chains? They came off. It didn’t hurt, did it? Even though realistically speakin’, the pain should have been almost unbearable. Hahaha…”

*Cling*

[00:54] “Ah, speakin’ of which...Reiji did mention once that people lose their ability to experience pain when pushed to their utmost limit. However, I guess the same can’t be said ‘bout pleasure, huh? Humans are seriously fascinatin’...Actually, this might not be a human thing...Chichinashi, you’re the only one who is like this. You’re such a funny chick…

[01:26] Anyway...You’re covered in blood, huh? Well, guess that’s to be expected. You’ve lost all strength in your body as well. Still, while I don’t feel as worked up as before, I’m still thirsty. The fun has only just begun...Thanks to those guys, we’ve got plenty of time on our hands as well.”

*Cling cling*

[01:56] “Hehehe...Guess I should be grateful to them for that at least. ...Say, Chichinashi. We’re in no rush, are we? For starters...It’d be a shame to let this blood gushin’ out go to waste, so I’ll drink it all up.”

*Rustle*

“The heavy scent of your blood…is nearly makin’ me choke… I can’t get enough of it…Haah...It’s makin’ my head spin…”

*Rustle rustle*

[02:31] “Haah...I can’t...The smell is too strong...It seems like it’s meltin’ my brain...Haah...I can’t...think...straight anymore…”

*SPLATTER*

“Fuck...My body’s goin’ numb...Chichinashi...Show me your leg...Haah, haah…”

*Rustle*

[03:10] “Hahaha...Ahahaha! I’m sure this must be quite the horrifying sight from an outsider’s perspective. A blood-covered human female and a Vampire, entertwined in each other’s embrace while bathing in a pool of even more blood...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Nn…”

*Sluuuurp*

[03:46] “Hah...It’s fulfillin’...How do you feel, Chichinashi? I bet you’re happy? I’m covered in your blood from head to toe.”

You fail to reply, merely whimpering in response.

“I guess you’re too happy, you’re at a loss for words? Hahaha...Guess I can’t blame you. I’m sure you’re strugglin’ to even breathe after losin’ so much blood. ...Ah, from the wound...What a waste.”

*Sluuuurp*

[04:29] “I can’t let it go to waste...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Nnh…”

*Rustle*

“Just lappin’ it up with my tongue doesn’t do the trick. I’m sure you feel the same? You want to feel my fangs even more, don’t you?”

*Rustle rustle*

[05:00] “Oi, Chichinashi. Gimme some sort of reaction. ...Did you faint? Come on!”

*Smack smack*

“Fuck…! Guess it can’t be helped. I guess this might wake her up…?”

Ayato bites you.

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:26] “Haah...No use, huh? Did she lose too much blood after all? Hahaha...But I still haven’t had enough. I’m beyond parched...Mm…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Rustle*

“Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

[05:59] “Hahー! ...Even if I were to suck you dry, I’d become thirsty again soon after. Hahn...Mmh…”

*Gulp*

*Sluuuurp*

“Mmh...Nn…”

*Rustle*

[06:22] “Hah...You finally gave some sort of reaction, huh?”

You mutter something.

“...Aah? What didya say? Speak a lil’ louder!”

*Rustle*

“Fuck...What a pain…”

He leans in close.

“What’s wrong? What did you say?”

You repeat yourself.

[06:49] “Haah…? You want me to kiss you? ...Haah, fine. Didn’t I tell you earlier? I’ll kiss you as many times as you want. Although as you can see, you’ll end up covered in blood as well as a result.”

*Cling cling*

[07:11] “Haah, haah...Well...I guess you don’t give a damn ‘bout that right now. Now that we’ve walked right into their trap, we can’t turn back time, no matter how much we struggle. In that case, we might as well…”

*Rustle*

“Go as far as we can, pushin’ ourselves to the very limit.”

He kisses you.

[07:47] “Hah...Nn...Chichinashi...Stick out your tongue...Yearn for me...Just like I do for you. Mmh...Mm…”

*Smooch*

“Now that we’ve come this far...You can no longer escape me, Chichinashi...Mm…”

*Smooch*

“You can’t even get out of here without me. ...Right. Should I just tear off your arms as well? Hahaha...Mmh…”

*Smooch*

[08:48] “...Seems like you’re quite into this as well, huh? Yeah...Just like that...Crave me...More and more…! Let’s show those guys exactly what kind of relationship we have...You are my prey. Forever. A special one too at that. Right? ...Come on, lemme suck more. That’s the only way we can enjoy ourselves down here. Besides, I’m still thirsty...Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Mm...Nnh…”

*Rustle*

[09:41] “So sweet...Haah...More…! I need more…! Hahn...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

*Gulp*

“Hah...Nn…”

*Rustle*

[10:00] “I won’t let anyone else have you. Understood? Exactly. Even if you were to die right now, you’d still belong to me. Mmh...Nn…”

*Gulp*

“Nnh...Nn…”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 吸愛 which is pronounced ‘Kyuu-ai’ is a word often used within the DL franchise, which actually doesn’t exist in the Japanese language. It’s a combination of the characters for ‘to suck (blood)’ and ‘love’. It’s meant to refer to sucking one’s blood as a metaphor for showing your love for someone. I’ve always translated it as ‘bloody love’ myself in the past, so I will again for the sake of consistency.

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dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3 · 3 years

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Chapter 6 The Problem with Perfection spoilers!!

Hey all!! So, people asked to see the part of the chapter where Mondo was, uh... rude, so I figured I’d post it, since it’s already written. And it’s gonna be a while ‘til the companion piece (which is titled “The Problem with Mondo,” ha) is released, but there are no real spoilers in this section, and the one spoiler there is, I cut out.

The section is below the cut! It’s about 5,000 words, starting right after Mondo leaves the store to find Taka. There will be some things that don’t make sense, since the context was written in earlier chapters of the companion piece, or ins later chapters of The Problem with Perfection (TPWP) so beware of that, ha. Also, since Mondo is far more foul mouth than Taka, there’s a TON of curses in this section, ha. I don’t curse in everyday life, like... at all. Not even when upset. So it may not be super natural, but I did my best.

I will also say there is a warning for internalized biphobia in this segment, so beware that. And, of course, the use of the same slur in the TPWP chapter.

I hope this explains things!!!

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Quieter than anyone would ever give him credit for, Mondo slips out of the computer store and into the chill late September air. He doesn’t even feel the cold as he looks around, trying to see if he can find Ishimaru hanging around the area, perhaps still crying or some shit. When he doesn’t see him, Mondo turns to the general store across the way, hoping the kid did what he said and went there, and that he didn’t just say ‘fuck it’ and returned to the school. Shit. He truly hopes he didn’t do that. It would make it worse if he decided to leave their class outing just because Mondo was a fucking idiot. Goddamn.

The general store looks exactly the same as every other general store Mondo has ever been in, and with his advanced height, he’s easily able to look over the top of the shelves, his eyes scanning for a very, very familiar frame.

It takes him only a few seconds before he spots him.

Fuck, he looks sad... he thinks to himself, gut roiling. The kid is staring blankly at the shelves, face fucking despondent as shit, and Mondo doesn’t think he’s seen anything that looked so fucking sad before. It makes him want to rush over to the kid, wrap his arms around him, and tell him it’s going to be okay, but it’s a stupid fucking desire so he firmly pushes it away. Besides. It’s not like Ishimaru would appreciate it.

Mondo gives himself a single moment to stare, trying his best to calm his fucked-up stomach, before walking over to the kid, silent as a mouse. He has no idea what he’s going to say, his head too fucking scrambled to even begin thinking of that shit, but it doesn’t matter. He’s mostly here so Ishimaru can get his revenge and feel better already, shit. It would prolly be better if he said something super fucking stupid, to get that fiery hatred to rise in those fucking gorgeous eyes of his.

He knows the second Ishimaru notices his presence behind him. The kid had actually been kind of loose before, even if sorrow and resignation clung to him like a blanket. But the instant Mondo gets close, the kid goes so fucking stiff and rigid it ain’t funny, looking like a statue again. Or glass. Fragile fucking glass...

Knowing he has to say something, Mondo takes a deep breath and just fucking... goes for it.

No time like the present...

“Hey, uh, look, Ishimaru-” Mondo starts, feeling so fucking awkward, but he doesn’t have the ability to say anymore before Ishimaru abruptly cuts him off, eyes blazing as he fucking glares. Not at him, at the display, but shit, it’s still so fucking impressive. God, but if he ain’t so fucking beautiful alive when he glares...

“Look, Owada-kun, I am not in the mood, so if you have any decency in you whatsoever, you will kindly leave me alone!” Ishimaru hisses, eyes like lasers as they glare at the dried ramen on the shelf. If it were possible to set things on fire with a glare alone, those noodles would be toast, he thinks humorlessly. Shit… but damn, he truly fucked up, didn’t he… shit.

Silence falls between them, then, and he sees Ishimaru move on from the ramen, looking so tense and upset Mondo aches with sympathy. And he... fuck, he really should just do as the kid said, just leave him the fuck alone and let him pick himself back up, but he... he just can’t. He still hasn’t apologized, hasn’t let Ishimaru tear him a new one, and he... he just can’t leave now. Not when Ishimaru still looks so fucking sad.

So, Mondo just trails after the boy like a ghost, feeling so fucking awkward, but not really knowing what to say. He can see tears shining in the boy’s eyes and it makes him feel like absolute shit. It might be better to just leave him alone, but fuck if he doesn’t fucking wanna do that. He has no idea why he cares so fucking much about this fucking kid, but... but he just does, goddamn.

Finally, after a few awkward minutes have passed, Mondo decides to say ‘fuck it’ again and just... goes for it. Allowing his voice to sound softer and kinder than it ever has sounded before, his face open and honest should the kid decide to look at him, he speaks, hoping that Ishimaru doesn’t think he’s making fun of him, god...

“You really mean it when you say you’re not rich, don’t you?”

He doesn’t quite know why he says that, of all things, but he doesn’t regret it. Not even when Ishimaru freezes, eyes wide and watery as they look at the styrofoam cups he’s for some reason staring at. He even lets himself speak properly for once, the way his bro taught him, before he then taught him to speak improperly to piss off the authority. He knows his words can be taken in a negative way, knows that it could sound like he’s making fun of the kid, but he... he hopes that Ishimaru can tell he’s being serious, for once. And if he can’t, and he decides to get blindingly angry at Mondo, well... ain’t like he doesn’t fucking deserve it, shit.

When Ishimaru looks up at him, eyes blazing, mouth open to prolly tell him to ‘leave me the fuck alone’ (or, you know, without the curse since the kid is so fucking innocent he refuses to curse ever, shit), Mondo thinks that the second option is more likely to happen here. And while he kind of fucking hates it, he doesn’t blame the kid. It makes him feel uncomfortable to have his face be so open and vulnerable when faced with such anger, especially since he never lets his face look like this, god, but he fights to keep it like that. He wants Ishimaru to knows he’s being serious, for once.

It’s what the boy is fucking owed.

And then... to his complete and utter surprise...

Ishimaru relaxes. His shoulders lose that angry tilt to them, his face stops looking so pinched, and his eyebrows stop being so furrowed they might as well be a unibrow. He turns back to look at the cups, still looking sad and upset, but he... he doesn’t look angry.

S-shit...

Several seconds pass in awkward fucking silence, Mondo thinking the kid will just continue to ignore him until he finally is forced to awkwardly shuffle off, feeling worse than he ever has before, when...

“No, Owada-kun. I am not. Not even close. You... you told me, last week, that I could never understand what it’s like to go to bed hungry. You couldn’t have been more wrong. I often did, my father unable to pay off our debts and feed us at the same time. I often wondered if I’d waste away from lack of nutrition, like the starvation victims I’d see in my textbooks. My... m-my mother, she... she died, because we could not afford her cancer treatment. I... I am not rich, Owada-kun. And it is highly unlikely that I ever will be. No matter what lies I may tell myself to get through the day…”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Holy shit!

He... he never would have expected that from the kid. And he’s not even just talking about the words themselves, though fuck is that sad. His ma really died because they couldn’t fucking afford treatment...? Shit, he thought shit like that only happened in backwards countries, like America or something, god fucking damn.

But it’s not just that that has him so fucking shocked, looking at the kid as he stares at the cups, mouth pulled down in the saddest fucking grimace he’s ever fucking seen. No... it’s the fact that Ishimaru told him this, of all people. Why... why would he trust him like this? After all he’s done, all he’s said... why would Ishimaru trust him to not be a fucking douchebag, like he always is? Why would Ishimaru trust him at all, when he’s done absolutely nothing to earn that trust? G-god... s-shit... it’s almost too much for him, and part of him wants to run away. To flee this moment and never have to deal with Ishimaru’s stupid ass trust. He...

He doesn’t deserve it...

But...

But Mondo still hasn’t apologized.

And if Ishimaru isn’t inclined to tear him a new one, and is instead giving him a chance to make things right, then...

Then he can’t fucking ruin this golden chance.

And so, he... he decides to show how sorry he is by showing Ishimaru the same trust that the boy just showed him.

It’s what the kid is owed.

Even if it does make his skin fucking crawl...

“Wow, that uh... that really fuckin’ sucks, man. I mean... freakin’. But I, uh... I get it, ya know? It uh... it was the same, for me. Well, not exactly the same, but... s-see, my folks they, uh... they weren’t exactly the best, heh. Da didn’t exactly hang ‘round long, and ma died not too long after. I barely even remember ‘em, ta be perfectly honest. Just a blur of angry faces and drunken words. My older brother, Daiya, he uh… he raised me. Took care a’ me. We never had much, but as long as I had him, I was good, ya know? But... but I still hated it. Bein’ so poor. Never havin’ even a fraction a’ the things the kids at my run down schools had. I remember gettin’ so angry whenever I’d see one a’ my classmates totin’ ‘round some new gizmo or whatever, not even realizin’ just what I’d give ta have something even half as nice. I... I was always so angry, back then. Still am, heh… ‘specially here, at this school... it... I dunno. S’hard. And you… ya just... I dunno. Ya remind me a’ them. The kids I knew. The ones I hated...”

Mondo pauses here for a second, before he looks up at Ishimaru and chuckles softly.

“But I get now that y’ain’t like ‘em, are ya? You... ya get it. What it’s like. Ta have fricken nothing’ while wantin’ everythin’. Ya know, ya… ya remind me a’ my bro a bit, heh. My bro, he, uh… he started my gang, ya know. Built it up from scratch. From nothin’. Always had big plans, Daiya did. An’ I don’t expect ya ta understand, but it’s all I got left a’ him now. He... yeah. Maybe I don’t like the violence as much as I prolly should, but I can’t just quit. I owe it ta Daiya ta keep the gang runnin’, keep us together. Honor his memory. Or somethin’ like that… shit. Uh, I mean… shoot. But, uh… my point is, while I may be a biker, I ain’t a complete a-hole, ya know? I do got some limits. An’ I shouldn’t a’ said what I did ta ya. Yer right, it’s uh... distasteful, ta talk ‘bout things like that, ‘specially in front a’ other people. I don’t expect ya ta accept it, but I am sorry. Genuinely. It was shitty a’ me ta do that, and if ya wanna hit me or somethin’, I won’t stop ya. I prolly deserve it.”

Mondo stops his rambling words abruptly then, his hands twitching at his sides. He feels so fucking exposed right now, everything in him feeling so wrong and vulnerable. He hadn’t told the complete truth, either, downplaying the way his da and ma really fucked him up, but he’d been more truthful than he’s ever fucking been. He’d even done his best to mind his language, knowing Ishimaru hates it when he curses. And while normally he wouldn’t care, he just... he wanted his apology to be genuine, fuck. Ishimaru still isn’t looking at him and he feels so uncomfortable it’s not fucking funny, but he fights hard to not storm away like he always does when uncomfortable.

It’s so fucking hard, but his restraint is proven to be worth it when Ishimaru turns to face him, a small, wry smile on his lips, his eyes... his eyes full of life for the first time that day, holy shit... and what he says...

“I thought you said that no one deserves to be hit, Owada-kun? Or does that not apply to yourself?”

Mondo cannot help how he blinks at Ishimaru with shock, mind blanking as he hears the kid fucking... fucking tease him, holy shit! He didn’t know the kid even had a sense of humor, but he’d clearly meant the words as a joke, since he’s smiling softly, fucking eyes dancing with a silent mirth.

As he gets over the shock at Ishimaru saying a fucking joke, he finds himself smiling. It’s small at first but grows more and more as he gets used to the idea of Ishimaru joking around with him, realizing he... he actually really fucking likes it. The kid smiling at him, for once, speaking to him almost like they’re friends or something. It... fuck, he has no idea how to describe the way it makes him feel inside, god.

Letting out a soft, relieved laugh, he feels so fucking glad that he didn’t mess this whole thing up. To try and let out the strange buoyancy he feels inside, he playfully shoves Ishimaru, not wanting to hurt him, but just wanting... to be playful and easy, to keep going with the unusual lightness their conversation suddenly has. He... god, it feels so weird, but also so... so nice, acting like this with Ishimaru... f-fuck...

“Aw, shut the hell up, ya nerd! I said no one deserves ta be beat, not hit. There’s a difference, idiot. Now come on. Hit me. I know ya wanna, ya goddamn goody-two shoes. Y’ain’t gonna get another chance like this, I promise ya that!” Mondo says, grinning like an idiot. He can’t help how he’s looking at Ishimaru, marveling at how nice the kid looks when he’s genuinely smiling. It... it’s making him feel so weird inside, and he knows his eyes are too soft, betraying everything he feels inside, but maybe it’s not so bad... not when Ishimaru is looking at him like that, g-god... like he’s not a fucking monster... like he might... might be...

Someone amazing...

He watches, heart pounding strangely, as Ishimaru curls his hand into a loose fist, looking like he’s never thrown a punch before, god. And then, weak as a fucking kitten, the kid, he... he fucking taps Mondo so lightly on his chest that if he weren’t watching it, he wouldn’t have thought the kid had touched him at all. It’s so fucking endearing, Jesus fucking Christ...

Mondo has no idea what is going on inside him at that moment, his insides feeling so fucking weird and squirming. It... it’s almost like fucking butterflies, but he knows it ain’t, he’s not fucking gay, shit. But... but god, it feels so nice... Ishimaru smiling at him feels- feels so nice...

Unable to help himself, he lets out the laugh that wants to escape, loud and boisterous, like he always does when genuinely happy. F-fuck... he’s not laughed like this in ages... unrestrained like this, loud and just... happy. So fucking happy.

Ishimaru... Ishimaru makes him feel so goddamn happy...

What the fuck…

Before he can stop himself, he feels his hand dart out and grab Ishimaru’s hand— which is still hovering over around his chest— and just... shit. Holds it close to him, pressing it right over his fucking heart. He doesn’t know why he does it, he just knows that it feels... natural or something. And the feel of Ishimaru’s hand under his, the flesh warm and smooth under his rough palm, the fingers curled so wondrously under his, it makes him feel- f-feel... shit, he doesn’t even know, he doesn’t know, and he... he doesn’t know what the fuck to do, holy shit.

The kid is staring at him with wide eyes, his cheeks the most beautiful shade of pink he’s ever seen, and his lips are partially open, his breathing shallow and uneven. Something about the look is making his head go all stupid, his brain full of static and cotton, his chest aching but not in a bad way, and it makes him want... w-want to...

“Man, Ishimaru-san, you, uh... you sure are somethin’ else, ain’t ya,” he says softly, softer than he’s ever heard himself sound before. His lips are curled in a small smile, and everything in him is feeling so, so weird. He can feel himself drifting closer and closer to the kid, not knowing why he’s doing it, why he wants to do it, but fuck, he can’t make himself stop. He feels so warm inside, warmer than he’s ever felt before, and his brain isn’t working, and he... he wants... he wants...

His eyes dart down to Ishimaru’s lips then, unbidden. They’re partially open, allowing Mondo to see a hint of a pink tongue sitting innocently passed the bitten lips, and it makes his gut lurch, heat blooming within him. H-holy shit... what the... t-the fuck...?

What would his lips feel like against your own? he hears a voice whisper inside him, making his breath hitch, and he knows he should push it away, should shut it the fuck up, but... b-but...

They look so fucking rough and warm, don’t they... bet they would feel so fucking nice, the kid pressing his body so firmly to you, hands in your hair... he’s always so fucking passionate, he’d prolly be a passionate kisser... maybe he’d even bite your lips to all hell, like he bites his own... and maybe then you can bite his, finally fucking feel those pale lips you’ve been dreaming about for so fucking long under your teeth, listening to the little noises that kid will prolly make, feeling so fucking much, fuck, Ishimaru is so fucking much and fuck is it so fucking hot-

Mondo gets cruelly jolted from the horrible fucking thoughts, holy shit when he feels Ishimaru jerk away from him, his eyes so wide and fucking horrified it’s not fucking funny. It takes him a second to realize what the fuck is going on, what had just fucking happened, but when he does, he... he...

Holy. God. Damn. SHIT.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit-!

What the goddamn fuck had he just- just done... what the goddamn fuck had he just thought?! H-he... he isn’t... he doesn’t... h-he doesn’t want to fucking kis- fuck! No! No, no, no! Nononononononononononono!!!!!

He’s not- fuck! He doesn’t think of- of dudes like that, h-he doesn’t- and yeah, maybe he’s had a couple dreams of Ishimaru and his- his eyes and his- h-his li- but it means nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing! Y-you can’t fucking control what you dream about, so it means fucking nothing! Nothing nothing nothing!

As he looks at Ishimaru, the kid looking so fucking horrified, looking at Mondo with fucking disgust, Mondo knows he- he has to fix this, has to- has to make sure that fucking little freak doesn’t think he- fuck, it had to have been him! H-he was the one who- who had been drifting closer, who had gotten so close to him, who had almost- almost fucking kissed him, it wasn’t his fucking fault! I-it wasn’t- it wasn’t-!

“What the fuck... w-what the hell did ya... what did ya do ta me, ya fuckin’ freak?! What are ya, some kinda goddamn fairy?! Get the hell away from me, you f*g!”

Mondo can hear the horrified gasp the hall monitor lets out, the boy taking a step back as anger and hatred rise in his eyes. G-good... f-fucking good. H-he hates using that word, always beats the shit out of the sons of bitches who use fucking slurs like that, but he- he had to make sure Ishimaru knew- k-knew that he- he’s not... h-he’s not-

Ishimaru is glaring at him again, so far from the soft and open look from a moment before it stupidly makes him want to fucking cry, but he can’t do that, doesn’t do that, he just- just glares right on back and hopes that Ishimaru doesn’t see the way he’s shaking, his entire body and mind so fucking confused. Because he- he has no idea where the fuck that came from, why he- he had felt like that, why he had thought that, why he... why he wanted-

But no. He hadn’t. Hadn’t wanted, hadn’t wanted, hadn’t wanted at all. Ishimaru must have- have done something to him, fucking drugged him or something, it’s the only fucking explanation, holy fucking shit-

“I- I... you! I did nothing! I-it was you who... and how dare you, use such a word?! I’m not- not... that, but that gives you no right to use such language! You are lucky we are not on school grounds, or else I would give you detention for the rest of the year for using such a vile word! I- I have never been so disgusted before in my life! Y-you... you...”

Mondo feels a spike of absolute pain stab him then, making him want to gasp, but he can’t, can’t show weakness, oh god, so he just glares, letting all the anger and hatred he feels come to the surface as he glares daggers into Ishimaru. He masks the pain and the confusion and he just glares.

He listens as the kid trails off, as his eyes get shiny again, his lips (oh god, his lips) pulled down in the harshest grimace he’s ever seen, but he can’t let it sway him, oh god. After a moment of tense fucking silence, he hears the kid fucking sob, tears bright in his eyes, before he turns tail and fucking bolts. He strides away so quickly he might as well be running, and as soon as he reaches the door, Mondo sees through the window as he actually runs. He’s fast as a fucking bullet, like a fucking marathon runner, but Mondo can’t focus on that, fuck, he just can’t-

Mondo is stuck in place, his body fucking frozen in space, no idea what to do, until he sees the owner of the store storming over to him, looking pissed. Putting on his most menacing, ‘don’t you fucking even look at me’ glare, he only has to look at the old man once to make that fucking coward’s eyes widen and make him back off. Seeing as how he’s prolly gonna head to the phone to call the cops, which would just make his fucking day so much better, he decides to just fucking bail. He- he doesn’t want to be here anymore anyway, he just- just wants to be away, god-

He doesn’t realize he’d actually moved until he feels the chill late September air attack his face again, making him gasp harshly. Goosebumps are alive on his skin and he feels so fucking sick inside and all he wants is to get on his fucking hog and ride. Ride far from this fucking school, far from this fucking moment, far from- from what he- he had almost... almost done-

Mondo is moving before he realizes again, mind so fucking confused it’s not fucking funny, feet taking off in the opposite direction he saw Ishimaru go. He can distantly hear people calling to him, Leon saying his name, but he ignores them. And then he starts walking faster, not quite running since his endurance for running is fucking shit, but he definitely is going fast, his long legs helping him for once. Pretty soon he’s out of the fucking mall and he doesn’t quite know the way back to the school, but he’s always had a good fucking sense of direction, so it doesn’t take him long to see streets he recognizes that allow him to make it back to the school right fucking quick. He keeps his eyes peeled, making sure that no one fucking approaches him (and that he doesn’t accidentally run into the one person he wants to see the least), which thankfully doesn’t happen, thank fuck.

Before long he’s in the school parking lot and as soon as he’s there he makes a beeline for his baby, hopping on without a single fucking thought, keys already in hand to turn her on. He doesn’t wait a single fucking second before peeling out of the parking lot, not caring about speed limits or traffic as he speeds towards the highway.

He doesn’t know where he’s going. He has no fucking idea where he wants to go, or what the fuck he’s going to do; all he knows is that he has to be away, away, away. H-he can’t stand being in that fucking school, fucking surrounded by that goddamn fucking hall monitor, slowly losing his goddamn mind, shit! He... he just can’t!

At least while he’s driving, he doesn’t have to think. He just drives, faster and faster, avoiding the other cars without any fucking problem. He’s going far over the speed limit, pressing 160 KPH, but he doesn’t fucking care. If the cops try to pull him over, he’ll just lead them on a chase, fuck that would feel so fucking good right about now. It’s risky doing that shit when by himself, his plates on, but he just doesn’t fucking care, god! He just doesn’t care! He wants to fucking stop feeling like this, his body and mind fucking frozen in that moment, wondering what would have happened had Ishimaru not pulled away, had he erased those last remaining centimeters, had he been able to actually fucking kiss those fucking kissable looking lips-

Mondo drives faster. He drives faster and faster and faster, as fast as he fucking can, not caring where he’s going, just knowing he needs to be away.

(This part is cut out because there are ~~~~spoilers oooooo~~~~ Just know that Mondo is outside somewhere now. And he has alcohol, somehow that I can’t say because of spoilers, ha. There are some mild spoilers for the rest of TPWP in this next section, but nothing super major.)

He takes the cap off the whiskey bottle and he downs half the bottle in one fucking gulp. It makes him feel so fucking sick but he doesn’t fucking care, he doesn’t care, he just wants to not fucking think-

He’s not fucking gay. He’s not, he’s not, he’s not, god, he’s not! He hadn’t wanted to- to do anything with Ishimaru, he fucking despises Ishimaru, he has never hated anyone more! Fuck, even the thought of that fucking fairy makes him want to kill someone! Ishimaru could fucking die and he wouldn’t fucking care! He wouldn’t! He wouldn’t! He fucking, goddamn WOULDN’T!

You’re such a goddamn liar, Owada, such a goddamn fucking liar-

He drinks. He drinks. He drinks and he drinks and he drinks, until the ache in his chest is gone, until he can’t feel anything anymore, until all he feels is fucking numb.

Ishimaru means nothing to him. Absolutely nothing. He doesn’t know why he’s felt so weird about him before now, but like fuck is he ever going to allow himself to show that motherfucker any hint of mercy now. It’s decided. His life’s fucking goal is to make Ishimaru as fucking miserable as possible. He will do everything he can to break that motherfucker, so that he never fucking thinks he can get that fucking close to him again, so he fucking knows how disgusting and pathetic he is. Mondo isn’t gay. He’s not gay, and he has no problem with people who are gay, but he does fucking have a problem with Ishi-fucking-maru.

He’s not gay. He’s not gay. He repeats the words in his mind, staring blankly at the stars, not knowing when the sun had set and night came, but not really caring. He isn’t gay, he can’t be gay. He has nothing against gay people, and if he were gay, it wouldn’t be a fucking problem, but he’s fucking not fucking gay. He likes chicks. Breasts. Pussy. When he looks at a naked chick in his porno mags, or when watching porn, he gets so fucking hard. He jerks off every night to the thought of himself fucking pounding into chicks, of chicks blowing him, of him eating chicks out. He likes chicks, he’s fucking attracted to chicks.

He doesn’t like dudes. He just- he doesn’t. He fucking can’t, because he already likes chicks, and Daiya always told him he could only like one. Chicks or dudes. Dudes or chicks. Whichever he chose, Daiya would support him, he was a good fucking brother, but the one thing he always told Mondo was that he had to choose only one.

Their old man liked both. He’d have men over, sometimes, and do things with them. While their ma was in the next room, sobbing her eyes out, Mondo staring wide-eyed at the wall, not knowing what any of it meant, he’d been so fucking young. His da apparently did shit like that before Mondo was born, too, even when things had been better for their little family, before Mondo ruined everything with his birth. Daiya always hated it, said it was fucking despicable, and he told Mondo he had to choose one. He had to be faithful, monogamous, and you can’t be faithful if you like both. Daiya never said that aloud, but Mondo could fucking read between the lines.

Mondo likes chicks. He’s fucking allowed to like chicks. He doesn’t like dudes. He just... he doesn’t.

He is not his goddamn old man.

He doesn’t like Ishimaru. He hates Ishimaru. Him and his fucking wide, watery eyes, and his sad fucking smiles, and his lonely fucking demeanor. He’s never hated anyone more, shit. If he never saw Ishimaru again, it would be too fucking soon, because he’s a goddamn nuisance, who needs to be fucking put in his goddamn place. He needs to be brought down, needs to be reminded how worthless he is, needs to- to know that Mondo isn’t, that he hadn’t wanted, that he’s not fucking gay-

Mondo will never admit it, not to himself, but his cheeks are wet. He prolly spilled some whiskey on his face, or maybe it started raining, but whatever, it doesn’t matter. He stares at the stars, feeling so goddamn sick, wishing that he weren’t fucking alive. That Daiya hadn’t pushed him out of the way that day, that he had just let that semi ram into him, that he’d been the one who died and not-

His cheeks are wet, but it’s just from the rain. It always fucking rains, even though there’s not a cloud in the goddamn sky.

Mondo finishes the bottle, and he wants to die, but before he can die, he falls asleep. He knows he shouldn’t, it gets so fucking cold overnight, but maybe he’ll freeze to death and that will solve all his fucking problems. It’s not like anyone will care. Leon doesn’t care about him, he just wants Mondo around to make himself seem tougher. Fujisaki wouldn’t care, she was just trying to be nice to him earlier, humoring him so he wouldn’t hurt her. He doesn’t fucking know anyone else at that goddamn school, they all avoid him like the plague, so fucking scared of him, so they wouldn’t care. And... and Ishimaru...

He’d prolly be happy. If Mondo died. If Mondo went missing and no one ever found the body. He’d prolly be so, so fucking happy.

Mondo sleeps and he dreams of bright red eyes, drowning him with the accusations they always contain, the hatred and disgust sharper than any knife he’s ever felt.

He wakes with wet cheeks.

Goddamn rain.

#My fic #The Problem with Perfection #Mondo's POV #The Problem with Mondo preview #Danganronpa #Mondo Owada #Kiyotaka Ishimaru

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jinruihokankeikaku · 4 years

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Hey, could you do a mage of doom analysis? I love your takes on things

I sure could! Here’s my t8ke on the Classpect shared wwith Sollux Captor…

Title: Mage of Doom

Title Breakdown: One who actively understands [experiences, explores, suffers from, knows] Doom [decay, order/law, language, fate, suffering]

Role in the Session: So we’ve got the Class that uh. Well. “Suffers from suffering.”

Now, while it’s likely true that the Mage’s reputation for being a sufferer Class was derived in part from the fact that the Mage of whom we see the most, by far, in the canon, is a Mage of Doom (Doom bein as it is the Aspect most strongly tied to suffering). However, I think there’s still a sort of synergy here, and not necessarily a positive one, between the Mage’s role of fully experiencing their Aspect and Doom’s being, well, Doom. The Mage of Doom is going to have a hard time of it, and they’re almost inevitably going to be forced to sacrifice something, or even to sacrifice themselves, for the good of the team. It’s quite possible that even prior to the session, this Mage will have lost something or someone important to them, or otherwise received a grim reminder of the inevitable drift of all cycles toward their cessation. This process, and its persistent repetition, will cause the Mage to become totally ensconced within Doom, and at first, they may well be unable to look beyond the frame of reference that Doom has granted them. That is to say, they will, everywhere they look, see suffering, decay, inescapable predestiny. This curse is the greatest burden the Mage of Doom must bear, but it is also their greatest strength, as their knowledge of the “rules” of Fate or even of the Game itself could certainly play a decisive role in their Session’s ultimate victory or defeat.

The Mage’s Quest will be twofold: they must complete their “journey” through Doom’s domains, fully experiencing their Aspect and the suffering associated with, but they must also learn to see beyond the confines of Doom, to adopt a kind of grim optimism in the face of a Game that is by definition apocalyptic. The Mage’s affinity for the eschatological will prove immensely useful here; I think a key step in this Mage’s journey might be to realize that Doom is a cycle, and that Armageddon means a final conflict – that is to say, a symbol of hope for the forces of good to triumph, even as the world in which we have hitherto lived falls to ruin. Speaking of Hope, a Mage of Doom would benefit greatly from co-operation with a Hope player, perhaps a Maid or a Sylph. A Prince of Time could also do great work with our Mage, though not necessarily good work; regardless, the two Roles would form a powerful duo or tag team, the Prince hastening the arrival of the Doom the Mage carries with them with each salvo.

Opposite Role: The Heir of Life. The Heir of Life, one who “is changed by, embodies, or is granted physical health, material wealth, growth, youth, or rebellion”. There’s a clear distance between these two Roles even prior to the Session – the Heir will likely come from a privileged background, with great access to resources and little experience with loss or suffering, whilst the Mage will have lived with difficult circumstances and various material and social privations for most if not all of their life. Even if their personalities don’t conflict terribly (they’re unlikely to, given both Classes’ relative neutrality on the Active-Passive spectrum), they’re simply going to have a great deal of difficulty understanding one another. Their relationships with their respective Aspects are also likely to differ greatly, with the Mage “entering into Doom”, and the Heir “allowing Life to enter into them”. A Mage, pushed to their breaking point, would have very little patience for the Heir, and should they lash out, consequences will likely be significant not only for the two of them, but for the team as a whole, due to Life’s reaching out to protect its Heir.

God Tier Powers

Here we have the “Active Comprehension Class” and the “Culminative-Conclusive-Cyclical” Aspect. The Mage is someone who will understand the inner workings of endings, of entropy, and of decay. They won’t serve Doom, at least not willingly, being more inclined to “hack” it from the inside, taking the forces that have caused them so much suffering and turning them to their advantage. Here are a few thoughts as to how that might manifest…

Sufferer’s Mantle: The Mage has experienced death, pain, or loss in so many different ways that they’re practically inured to mundane sorts of suffering that might throw anyone else off their game. They’ll have an extraordinarily high pain tolerance, and will likely gain further motivation with each blow dealt to them – this might manifest in-game as an ability to ignore fatigue, and to temporarily forestall harmful effects during high-stress situations.

Game-Master: The Mage of Doom is acutely aware of the fact that the game is a game, and is capable of leveraging this to their advantage. Whether this occurs through literal “hacking” (that is to say, alteration of the Game’s code) or through some more metaphysical fiddling with the Medium, the Mage will be able to work in tandem with the rules, taking advantage of every available corner-case to make sure allies stay alive, and enemies stay dead. While they won’t be able to violate the rules outright, as might a Witch or a Bard, they will be able to leverage them significantly, and will almost certainly be more familiar with the exact character and structure of the game than any other Role.

Balefire: Doom has an association with fire symbolism, much like Time and Rage. Rage tends towards explosions and pyrotechnics, and Time towards more abstract representations of heat or oxidation, but Doom is, I think, best symbolized by a steady, slow burn, the flames of the abandoned hearth or the funereal pyre. A Mage of Doom, especially an Ascended one, would likely be able to start or extinguish fires psychokinetically, having been (figuratively or literally) burnt so many times as to have an intimate awareness of the physical and metaphysical dynamics of the ignition, consumption, and ultimate decay of a great conflagration.

Personality: Our Mage’s demeanor is likely to fall somewhere between martyrlike stoicism and self-pitying despondency; indeed, it may vacillate between the two, should circumstances shift drastically enough. They’re not the sort to get easily excited; even if they aren’t openly morose, they’ll certainly have difficulty expressing joy, and for good reason. They’ve had a hard time of it. Their interests are likely to lean towards the morbid, but also towards the systematic – they may have a fascination with game systems (computerized or otherwise), languages (especially dead ones), or with computer programming in general. Early on in their character arc, at least, the Mage may well focus on these interests to the exclusion of other pursuits, the highly-structured systems they study providing them some solace in a world that has so often caused them suffering. The Mage should take care not to let their computers and dusty tomes keep them too distant from the world, because while the sanctuary and distraction they provide is valuable, too much isolation could drag the Mage’s situation from bad to worse. In their development as character, it’ll be important for them to realize that it’s alright to rely on friends sometimes, it’s alright to hope for something better, it’s alright to recognize that it’s not over yet.

Songs

Don’t Carry it All by the Decemberists

I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin

Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod? by the Mountain Goats [this is widely agreed to be one of the best Goats songs, and it fits this Role well enough that I couldn’t not recommend it, but for those not already familiar with it, I think I ought to add a major TW/CW for violence/abuse.]

…and that’s wwhat I’ve got on the Mage of Doom!! I hope you found my analysis useful and/or interesting, and if you havve any more questions or wwould like to share yr own perspectivve, feel free to ask! Doom players inevitably havve a rough lot, but their knowwledge of the inner wworkings of the game is their rewward for staying on the long and wwinding road ahead wwhen all others havve turned 8ack.

~ P L U R ~

#anon #ask #Homestuck #Sollux Captor #Mage of Doom #Mage #Doom #Classpect #Classpect analysis #Class #Aspect #the Mountain Goats

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angelfire115 · 4 years

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You swept me off my feet part 6

"....Charlotte"

"....Are you alright Charl?"

"....My beautiful daughter"

"....wedding day"

"Areyouenjoyingyourstaymadam?youhavedonesomethingwronghowwasyourfirstdayheresweety?Itsvery...uniquelookingofcourseofcoursepassitoverherewhywereyououtherecrying?Hmmsowhatwereyoutwodoingthisearlyinthemorning?Ay!whatsadolllikeyoudoinginaplacelikethis?!youreallydohaveakindheartdontyou?whatyoudidwrongisthefactyourehere*SNAPSNAPSNAP*nahneverseenitbeforeneverseenanythinglikeitbeforeitherwhatanunusualthing?um...areyouok?whatamIgoingtodowiththatgirlOldmanjenkinswasfounddeadthismorninghowtragicwellwellwelllookwhoitis?"

.........

"Hello Charlotte"

Charlottes eyes shot open, her heart was beating in her chest. Although she didnt know why, did she have a dream or a nightmare? She couldn't recall. Her head was spinning as she slowly sat up from the bed. She felt like she had been spinning around endlessly or something similar to that. She groaned at her dizziness as she sat on the comfortable bed that somehow smelt of strawberries. She tried to look around but her vision was blurry and the room seemed to move. When everything settled, she noticed she wasn't anywhere she recognized. The room was very well decorated and the main colour theme seemed to be red. Even the bed and sheets were red.

She slipped to the side of the bed, letting her legs fall to the ground. The carpet was red as well. Why was everything red? She held her head in her hand to try and think on what happened. The memory of that unusual man and the fire engulfing them both made her jump. She was kidnapped, in a way. Being eaten by the ground then ending up somewhere else without consent kind of sounded like that. She had no time to waste, she got up but almost fell. She somehow felt dizzy even on her feet. Luckily she was able to catch herself by leaning on a bookshelf nearby. Holding onto the different appliances to steady herself, she made her way towards the door. When she did, she tried to open it but found it was locked.

She was definitely kidnapped, the door being locked and everything else made it obvious. She leaned against the door, trying to think of something else. She glanced at the window on the opposite side of the room. She did have a thought that most likely it was also locked but she couldn't give up. She slowly walked towards it but since having nothing to help her this time, she had to take her time. When she got to the centre of the room, the terrible feeling of doom resurfaced in her. She stopped in her tracks to concentrate on the feeling. Why does this always happen? What's going on?

She looked around the room, trying to make sense on the situation. For some reason, the room seemed darker then before. Like a shadow loomed over it. Alastor: "Hello Charlotte". She spun around to see him again, that man she talked too back at the mansion. He stood maniacally as he stared her down with his terrifying smile still plastered in his face. The sight of him gave her goosebumps, she was scared but she wasn't going to show it. Charlotte: "Where am I? What do you want with me?". She stood strong even if she was a bit shaky for some reason. Alastor slightly chuckled at her act of bravery but stayed where he was.

Alastor: "My dear, you don't look so well, well it makes sense since you passed out during our travel here. This place can have unfortunate affects on beings like yourself". His words made no sense to her, she did remember everything going dark when she was being surrounded by fire but everything he said about a place and calling her a "being". What was he trying to say? That he was something other then a human? The thought made her laugh, this guy was definitely crazy. Charlotte: "You didn't answer my questions, where am I and what do you want?". She was terrified but wasn't surprised that much over her capture. It was expected she would get attention coming from a wealthy family. At least, if she was able to get what he wanted, she'll be free a lot sooner.

Alastor smile became wide, it amused him on how foolishly brave she was but at least she was smart enough to want to get straight to the point. Alastor: "Hmm, well that's a very difficult question to answer. The answer for where is well, you're at my mansion smack right in the middle of hell". He swung his arms around like he was putting on a show. But what really caught her attention was the hell part. Charlotte: "Stop using innuendos and tell me where I am". Alastor: "But I did my dear, your in hell and I, am a demon". She cocked an eyebrow, not believing a word. This guy had to be crazy. Alastor: "I see you don't believe me". Charlotte: "Of course I don't, everything you've said sounds insane". As she said that, Alastor slowly dropped into the ground and slithered around in a shadow. She watched in shock as he did so. He popped up behind her, having his hands out and shaking them. Alastor: "🎶Ta-da🎶". This made her jump and quickly turned to him. Moving so fast made her head spin and she tripped on her feet.

Before she could fall to the ground, Alastor was able to catch her and held her by the waist with his one hand. Being such a tall man, he was quite strong as well even though he was as skinny as a toothpick. He didn't let go and held her, very close to him. Having her attention, he wanted to prove to her more on his abilities just to see her face contort in shock. It was strangely amusing to him. With a snap of his fingers, the door opened and what floated in surrounded by a red aura was a pot filled with something hot and a cup with a saucer. Without lifting a finger, the pot poured hot coffee into the cup and he grabbed the drink with his free hand and had a sip. After downing the beverage, he waved his hand, sending them away out the door until the door closed. Her face was now wide with absolute unspeakable shock. This made Alastor peer in amusement, did this girl not have the ability to entertain him?

Alastor: "Do you believe me now my dear?". She slowly nodded her head, her eyes still wide as ever. Alastor: "Good, now for your next question. What do I want? Hmm, well you see, that's the difficult part because, I have no idea". This made Charlotte's face drop, he didn't know, he captured her, sent her away into hell and he didn't know why. He could feel she was still shaky and couldn't move or stand as well so he picked her up and placed her on the camphor box on the end of the bed. Surprised over his gesture, she didn't process it till she was already sitting down. Alastor walked back to the other side of the room, leaning against the desk that sat there, stroking his cane thinking of the question a lot more. Alastor: "Hmm, it is true my dear, I do not know the reason over what I'm doing, however I know one thing". He got up to walk back to Charlotte, when he got to her he leaned down to her level, making her lean back a little. He placed his hand right by her side for support as he got very close to her face. Alastor: "You seem very entertaining to me dear and anything entertaining to me, I want to experience".

He removed himself and turned away from her. Alastor: "Another entertaining thing is no human has ever been to hell alive and the unpredictable future that'll come is very exciting to me, I just can't wait what show you'll put on my dear". As he spoke, he walked towards the door, making gestures as he did. As he opened the door and stepped out, he turned to her again to give his best smile to her which for her was not reassuring. Alastor: "I hope you enjoy your time here dear, I know I will". He finally closed the door and left her in silence. Charlotte took a few minutes to process what in the world just happened. As she sat there, she once again looked at the room once more, she had to leave and she was going to find out how. Another question that popped in her mind is, why did he smell like strawberries?

#hazbin hotel #charlastor #Charlie #Alastor #fanfic #oof #you swept me off my feet #well this is happening #how strange Alastor is

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elfiesink · 5 years

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Test Chapter: Teach Them Fear

Reader’s had a hard life but doesn’t exactly strike an imposing figure. Ashe is going to teach them how to put the fear of god into a man.

A Test chapter, tell me what you think. If you like it it’ll go up on ao3 and I’ll continue it.

You spent a lot of time with mud caked somewhere on you. In your hair. Under your nails. Soaking into your skin. As much as you wanted to be mud-free at all times it wasn’t practical. The world was a dirty, filthy place and that often left you stuck coated with earth and grease. It sucked. It sucked but you couldn’t change it so you didn’t bother. You didn’t have the time or energy to dedicate to getting upset over another shitty thing about this world that you couldn’t fix. You just had to keep going. Had to move forward.

The rain made this easier though. The air was clogged with fog so thick you could barely see the filth covering you let alone another human being. Which meant they also couldn’t see you. Couldn’t see you crouching near a chain link fence with a pair of wirecutters. Couldn’t see you snapping open a hole just big enough for you to crawl through. You got more mud smeared into your clothes but you didn’t care at this point. What was more dirt. What was more sin. You were what you were and there was no amount of soap and water capable of changing that.

And that was fine. It really was.

You had been watching this place for a while. A warehouse owned by a group of people even worse than you were. Rotten creatures. There were none of them outside but that was little surprise. Heaven forbid they get tough enough to stand a little sky water. It might make their beards soggy or worse, get into their socks. You could really feel for them. You would leave a blanket for them if you had one. But you wouldn’t have shit unless you could get out of here alive.

The warehouse seemed quiet. You pressed your ear against the cold metal door and heard nothing. Looked under the door and could see no shifting of shadows in the dim light. You jiggled the handle and when it didn’t open you got to work with your locksmithing tools. Stolen, like everything else. But it was a real teach a man to fish situation. You could’ve sold them and bought yourself a couple of sandwiches but wasn’t it a far better idea to pay for the ability to open a dozen other scores. How many shady motel rooms had you managed to settle in because you’d picked locks just like this one? You were in with a little patience and a twist of your wrist.

It was quiet. There hadn’t been many guards in all the nights you’d spent watching this place, but there was literally no one here tonight. It was dead silent. A horrible decision for a storage building but hey, you didn’t know anything about running a business. You only knew about security measures to get around them. And even then your best bets were places like this. Too cheap and unappealing for anyone but you to rob. Items were arranged haphazardly on shitty rusted shelves. Hell. Items were propping up the shitty rusted shelves. Wet and molded boxes bulging at the sides from the stress of holding it all up. The lights were dim when they worked, the bulbs covered in dead insects and grease. Most of them didn’t work. Most of them were dark, most of them were busted. They didn’t seem to care about fixing broken lightbulbs. Or fixing the leaking hole in the roof. Or fixing the cracks in the concrete floor, warning signs of a failing foundation. Or fixing anything at all.

Worked for you. Left them wide open for you to take whatever it was that you wanted. You headed for the cleanest shelves first. Boxes of computer parts and other electronics. Most of it too heavy to be worth your while but a few boxes of high-end phones made their way into your bag. You could sell those at a couple of pawn-shops. Maybe even a game store if it was late enough at night and the manager didn’t care. There were omnic parts and you could get a good dollar if you could get those to the right person but they were huge and your only vehicle was you. A shame. A real shame. Transportation was going to have to be your next buy. Or steal. If you could get something that wasn’t chipped or locked down. Maybe you would take a look in the parking lot when you were done. If they didn’t care for their goods maybe they wouldn’t care for their cares either. You’d never hotwired before but, there was a first time for everything.

You’d managed to scavenge quite a few useful things from the shelves. A gun and ammo. Talk about one hell of a score. Weapons were expensive and most people kept them under watch. It was careless to leave them in the middle of a shelf like they were just as important as some old engine parts. Not that it was the best gun, and not that you knew it worked for sure. But you could get it fixed if it didn’t. It was having it that was important. Holding it in your hand made you feel safer than you’d felt in weeks. You could get away with a whole lot more now. A car part could buy you a sandwich. A gun could get you the car.

It took you too long to hear the sounds of fighting. Thuds, crashing, and a loud echoing gunshot. You panicked and tried to load the gun while you scrambled for the exit. You were careless and someone must have heard-

There was a rifle barrel against the side of your face. It was not cold. They were always described as cold, weren’t they? Cold, hard metal. But that was assuming they hadn’t just been fired. Like the gun had just been sitting around waiting just for you. This barrel was warm. So you wouldn’t be the first person they shot tonight. And definitely not the first person they’ve shot, ever. Even if you finished loading the gun and tried to turn it on them you would be way too slow. All you could do is slowly turn to stare at the woman pointing the gun at you. You weren’t expecting the snow white hair, pristine and perfectly styled. Or the bright, piercing red eyes. You were expecting the smug smile though. She did get the drop on you after all. Not that it was very hard. You weren’t paying attention. You weren’t listening. You got ahead of yourself and let yourself get way too into picking stuff up like you were at the fucking grocery store. This is what happened when you fucked up. There were consequences and this time, the consequences were very attractive. Just your luck.

“You alone?”

“Yes.”

“How’d ya get in?”

“Lockpicks.”

“You’re quiet.”

You were? Maybe. But not quiet enough. She noticed you, and she noticed you while she was busy shooting up whoever just died. It was frustrating and disappointing but you didn’t have time to dwell on any of that. The woman slowly lowered her rifle and reached out to grip your jaw, lifting your head up.

“Want to stop bein’ alone?”

“What.”

She let go and stepped back, motioning to the people filing in behind her. Some human, some omnic, all wearing the same leather vest. So they were, organized. Very organized. But that meant they knew what they were doing. Why would they want some dirt covered fuck off the street, so to speak. All she knew about you was that you were in desperate need of a bath and that you couldn’t load a gun very quickly. But she just smiled, and leaned towards you, and prodded you in the chest with her rifle.

“You look like you could use a family. And what do you know, we have space we’re lookin’ to fill. The guys here were jokes but if you could prey on them well. What could you do with a little help?” She lowered the rifle and offered her hand.

And it was weird. It was suspicious. You were literally no one with nothing. But you were, no one. With nothing. And you were so, so fucking tired. You were tired of being covered in mud, tired of sleeping in the dirt, tired of watching your shoulder. How much worse could your life get? How could this possibly go wrong in any way that mattered. Yeah, maybe you got shot. But if maybe you’d sleep in a bed first. Maybe you would get arrested. What a surprise. What a shock. You, getting arrested. Who would have guessed. When you were at rock bottom even the sharp glass-covered boulder looked like it was a step up. You had nothing to lose. So you shook her hand.

“Good. Name’s Ashe. Welcome to the Deadlock Gang.”

“Wait like. The Deadlock Gang?” The ones that got so big it forced Overwatch to come after them and that still didn’t help? They got smacked on the wrist at worse and that definitely wasn’t because Overwatch didn’t try to fuck them up. Ashe smiled, tossed an arm over your shoulder, and guided you out of the warehouse with a laugh.

“Yeah. The Deadlock Gang. Our, family.”

Family huh? That was an interesting way to put it. You didn’t know if you would feel the same way about a group of strangers who technically recruited you at gunpoint, but at least she seemed friendly. They all did, laughing as they piled onto a truck, setting you in the middle of the group, drinks tossed around in between wads of cash. You smiled hesitantly. You could give family a try.

#Ashe x Reader #gender neutral reader #test chapter

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The Robinsons - Beta Male

An irreverent punk rock jam that isn’t afraid of the genre’s pop-oriented side, while retaining ties with the grittier aspect of it as well.

The Robinsons is a punk rock band based in NYC - They are sharpening their teeth in the local scene, often playing basements and other events, unleashing the true spirit of punk rock music. Recently, they released a brand new single, “Beta Male,” which was actually published back in June.

The group’s roots actually have a cool “national” background. Initially, Jordan and Brandon started the band in Philadelphia and eventually moved to Orlando, where they enrolled bassist Phil while in college. Currently, they are testing out the Big Apple and its notorious music scene! If you know anything about punk rock, you probably realize NYC’s importance for the genre. The city is home to groundbreaking acts such as The Ramones or Television, and it is also home to legendary venues, such as the now-defunct CBGB.

Even if those glory days are long gone, the punk rock scene is still alive and well in NYC, and there is a lot of great independent movement throughout the 5 boroughs.

The sound of this release really makes me think of groundbreaking acts such as earlier Blink-182 or Fall Out Boy, making for massive guitar tones, melodic vocals and outstanding lyrics that have a lot of wit and grit, adding personality to the music in a very special way!

The first thing you might notice about this track is definitely the nice production value. The sound is actually very clear and crisp, giving the track a nice modern edge. However, the song is far from being overproduced, like a lot of the punk music coming out these days! The guitar tone for example, is fat, creamy and full, really reminiscent of the best guitar from artists like Green Day or The Offspring, along with hints of Foo Fighters. Although the chord structure of the song is relatively simply, it really allows enough room for the other instruments and the vocals to breathe, without overpowering the entire concept.

The song’s lyrics are the cherry on top and they are absolutely unadulterated: just listen for yourself and let the track do the rest of the talking!

The single is one in a long line of great songs for this band, and it really stands out as a fantastic milestone for them, as they consistently improve their production value and ability to write catchy, yet energetic and unapologetic songs. The guitar riffs are big and stadium-sized, accompanied by a fat drum arrangement. The drum grooves start out with a nice open downtempo groove, giving the song that big “headbanging” quality that is one of the best things about punk rock drops. Somewhere deeper into the song, the band picks up the pace and the drums really make for a direct and energetic rhythm, going for a faster feel. When the band stomps on the gas, they really make me think of earlier All Time Low, as well as Four Year Strong, with a sense of humor that is reminiscent of earlier Blink-182 (Think Dude Ranch / Enema of The State era)

One of the things that I really like about this track is also the condensed arrangement. Punk tracks should be direct and to the point, and this song really stays true to that template, clocking in at slightly under the mark of 3 minutes. Sure, that’s nothing wrong with longer songs, but what really got me into punk rock in the first place has always been the sheer and unadulterated energy of the genre, which is perfectly expressed in short bursts of blistering guitars, catchy vocal hooks, and amazing arrangements!

In conclusion, if you enjoy any punk rock that has been released anytime from the mid-90s to the mid-2000s, this one is going to be right up your alley. The Robinsons are true stalwarts of the authentic in-your-face spirit of real punk music.

Find out more about The Robinsons, and don’t miss out on Beta Male:

https://therobinsons.bandcamp.com/track/beta-male (Bandcamp)

https://open.spotify.com/album/0DLSR7fIBpd7X9mQdj7OF2 (Spotify)

https://youtu.be/Sja-9UzNOM8 (Youtube)

We also caught up with the band for an interview: keep reading for more!

I love how you manage to render your tracks so personal and organic. Does the melody come first, or do you focus on the beat the most?

Answer:

(Brandon): When I write I try to just make the best song that I want to listen to. It goes both ways. I might have a melody first or the rhythm first. We are just tryin to make some good ole jammers for your friends to drink to.

(Jordan): Most of my songs come from my head, once I have an idea I try to play it through and imagine exciting parts to add from each instrument. We just try to have as much fun with it in the studio so we hope that translates well.

(Phil) Uh, I rock good tunes

Do you perform live? If so, do you feel more comfortable on a stage or within the walls of the recording studio?

Answer:

(Brandon): We have played many shows. I 110% feel the most comfortable onstage! It's so fucking fun! Blowin some doobs with phil and jordy 2 seconds before the set is always a time and a half. Then we go out and have a fucking blast. I love jumping around and bein dick head up there. Thats what its all about anyway.

(Jordan): I always get nervous before a live show, but usually when the crowd’s into it, I open up onstage. The recording studio is my favorite place cause I get to do whatever I want and tinker around with equipment.

(Phil): Stage good. Studio good.

If you could only pick one song to make a “first impression” on a new listener, which song would you pick and why?

Answer:

(Phil): The One about my penis

(Brandon): Beta Male. I want them to know their wife is a dirty little slut.

(Jordan): A few songs that aren’t yet recorded I think will be my favorite songs to represent us.

What does it take to be “innovative” in music?

Answer:

(Brandon): Everyone has done everything already. I think you just gotta write music that feels good to you. Do your best to put it out there, have fun and people will ride your wave. People know when you aren’t genuine.

(Jordan): Being Innovative music is probably the hardest thing when you already like music. Usually when it comes to being innovative, you’re either making something that doesn’t exist or filling a hole that needs to be there. I just try to make songs that can get stuck in your head and are enjoyable to listen to.

Any upcoming release or tour your way?

Answer:

There are talks of a tour in the near future. ;)

Anywhere online where curious fans can listen to your music and find out more about you?

Answer:

We are on everything. I got some links for ya .

OUR WEBSITE: https://therobinsonsband.com

Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/the-robinsons/1382349194

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7f8VkYSteDflO1B1F8yNWt

Bandcamp: https://therobinsons.bandcamp.com

Goggle Play: https://play.google.com/music/preview/Bzz3wvlm7rpd5no45fxlu7r6cki?play=1

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When you arrive at Roze’s apartment, you fizzind ha asleep on tha cizzouch. Boo-Yaa! Yizzay slizzide tha balcony door open, quietly.

JOHN: Death row 187 4 life. roze?

Eyes flutta open. She lizzooks lizzy a gizzy, and niznot the kind of ghiznost that lizzooks n acts exizzle like an alive person. It dont stop till the wheels fall off.

ROZE and my money on my mind: How yaba daba dizzle... hiznow long have I bizzay sleep'n?

JIZZY: i dunno. i jizzy gots here.

JIZZLE: be you ok?

ROZE: I’ll be fine.

JOHN: that looks like a lot of pills you’re taking there.

ROZE: Yizzy. It’s not what yizzou’re cruisin' though.

JOHN: what be i think'n?

ROZE: Theze be controlled substances that have been prescribed by a legitimate doctor ta ease tha sizzy of mah condition. I be cruisin' them only as instructed.

JOHN paper'd up: ok? Im crazy, you can't phase me.?

ROZE now pass the glock: So there’s nuttin ta worry 'bout.

JOHN: but yizzle said yizzy have a condition. Death row 187 4 life. isn’t that...bad?

You watch ha rize 'n stages now. Ha arm be spendin' where she’s brac'n it on thizze couch.

ROZE: Oh. Yes. Tha condition itself be not ideal, obviously. N pizzles it does constitute sum-m sum-m ta worry 'bout, 'n tha context of a different convizzle. Listen to how a fucker flow shit. All I’m stylin' ta sizzle be, I’m not backslid'n, if that’s what you’re frontin'.

You spend sevizzle pregnant moments say'n crack-a-lackin` at all 'n responze ta dis. You examine Rose’s supine, languid form on tha ciznouch, optimistic thizzay sizzy wizzle contizzle speak'n any mizzle nizzow.

ROZE, better recognize: I struggled wit substance abuze fo` a while, years ago. Rememba cuz its a thang?

JOHN: roze, jesus. i wasn’t dippin' ta accuze you of bein a drug addict, n i didn’t fly ova hiznere ta give yiznou an intervention. Subscribe, get yo issue.

JIZZY: it soundizzle like yiznou had some important stuff ta tiznell me, n tha fact that you also seem ta be sizzle is more thizzan a shawty alarm'n!

ROZE: I wouldn’t sizzay I’m sick.

ROZE: Just hav'n spectacularly debilitat'n heezeeaches as a result of mah vizzles becom'n M-to-tha-izzore frequent.

JOHN: oh Y-to-tha-izzeah. Snoop dogg is in this bitch.

JOHN: what be theze visions you’re hav'n? I thought i told ya, I'm a soldier.

ROZE: I’m a Sea of Light, John.

JOHN: i know.

JIZZAY: so you mean like, yo' standard pizzy visions 'bout the future n stuff?

JIZNOHN: whiznat’s go'n ta happizzle? Bounce wit me. S-H-to-tha-izzould we be worry so sit back relax new jacks get smacked?

ROZE: It dizzoesn’t technically pizzle ta tha futizzle. Wizzy, not our fizzle.

ROZE: Mah abilities have broadened considerably beyond they previous horizon fo gettin yo pimp on. They shed light on mizzle unseen evizzles. P-to-tha-izzast, present, future, 'n realities and frizzles of reference that hizzy no intersection wit ours at all.

ROZE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. It seems ta be an unfortunate side effect of gizzle tia abilities. They cizzle advance at a rizzay beyond one’s physical ability ta keep up wit fo all my homies in the pen.

ROZE: Fortunatelizzle it dizzoesn’t seem ta be happen'n to anyone otha than me.

JOHN upside yo head: yeah, cizzan’t siznay i’ve noticed anyth'n like that.

JOHN: or improvement 'n mah powa fo` that matta.

ROZE cuz its a thang: It’s not 'bout gain'n additional powa, so much as tha gradual stylin' of tha boundaries between yo' own awareness and that of yo' mizzle doomed selves who perished 'n otha timelines.

ROZE: It’s a sizzy n apparently ratha uncomfortable accretion of knowlizzle. Perhizzles I’m the only one ta notice any C-H-to-tha-izzange, sizzince mah aspizzle explicitly relatizzles ta knowledge.

JOHN: i guess tizzy all makes senze.

JOHN: so whiznat be theze visions perpetratin' you?

RIZZY: Mizzle th'n. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. Thizzay quite disjointed, n sometimes hizzay ta rearrizzle into coherence.

R-TO-THA-IZZOSE: But 'n totality, I have pieced togetha a greata understand'n of our present situation and all tha events that lizzed us here, ya feel me?

Yizzle watch Roze crazy ass ta ha feet n C-R-to-tha-izzoss the apartment so bow down to the bow wow! At tha kitchenizzle, sizzy knocks back anotha pizzay witta practiced mizzle, no brotha. Ha vacant sizzy drizzay into tha countertop as she quietly waits fo` tha medicizzle ta takes effizzle. Bounce wit me.

JIZZOHN: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. droppin hits...n?

RIZZOSE: N what?

JOHN: whiznat be it 'bout our situation that yizzy wanted ta T-to-tha-izzell me?

JIZZLE: be it bad?

ROZE: Good n bad be words thiznat dizzay mean crack-a-lackin`, beyond a certain threshold of mortal consideration.

ROZE: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. There’s a different scale I’ve C-to-tha-izzome ta understand. Drug deala dichotomy that’s less... emotional, I G-to-tha-izzuess?

ROZE: Consida, instead of tha wizzord “gizzle,” us'n tha wizzord “essentizzle.”

ROSE: N what exists at the opposite polizzle fizzy essential be...

ROZE: Sum-m sum-m that be best not ta contizzle.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: what be you talk'n abizzle?

JIZZY: dis sounds fucked up cuz I'm fresh out the pen.

ROZE: Yes, that sizzounds like a reaction yizzy wiznould definitely hizzay ta tha th'n I’m tell'n yiznou wit da big Bo$$ Dogg.

ROZE: I really should ciznut it out, n just start from tha ridin' so jus' chill.

You follow Roze ta tha balcony. Shizzay raizes a hand n piznoints directly into tha clear blue sky. She pizzoints wit purpoze, as if ta say, there. Right there, precisely, be whizzere tha green sun would be, if it stizzay exizzle.

ROZE: Tha green sizzay is gizzay aww nah.

JOHN: whizzay??

ROZE: It has been destroyed. At least, from tha current frame of reference it has keep'n it real yo.

ROSE: It still existed, n therefore in a way that’s hizzay to explizzle, currently exists, poser a nearly infinite spizzle of time, ridin' thizzle birth n death of countless univerzes.

ROZE: Bizzay dis univerze, our univerze, be not one of thizzem.

JIZZLE: you saw this 'n a vision?

ROZE: No. Jade told me.

JIZZLE: she did? Im crazy, you can't phase me.

JOHN: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. how does she kizzy?

ROSE: She C-to-tha-izzan’t drizzaw from its crazy ass anymore like old skool shit. She no longa hizzas tha ability of a F-to-tha-izzirst Guardian like this and like that and like this and uh.

ROZE upside yo head: It has been dis wizzy fo` several years. I suspect she has kept dis F-to-tha-izzact on tha downlow, wanna be gangsta.

JOHN fo yo bitch ass: that’s...

JOHN: Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. surprising, i guess fo' sho'?

JOHN fo' real: or maybe nizzot. i dunno, it’s nizzy liznike shizzay tizzells me a W-H-to-tha-izzole liznot theze D-to-tha-izzays.

ROZE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: It’s also not L-to-tha-izzike she’s had any particulizzle nee' ta unlizzle tha fiznull fury of tha grizneen sun, not while she’s been sippin' around wit D-to-tha-izzave n Karkat unda whateva sizzle arrangement they hizzle settlizzle on. Chill as I take you on a trip.

ROZE: Anyway, ha account of tha sun’s destruction syncs up wit tha dizzle supply by mah visions. I have no doubt it’s gone.

JOHN: how did tizzy happen and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow?

ROZE: It doesn’t gangsta much, fo` our purpozes.

ROZE: Thiznere wizzay a cataclysmic evizzle. A suicide sizzy by a vizzle powerful bein. Much lizzike tha one Dizzy and I attemptizzle, once upon a time cuz Im tha Double O G.

ROZE: But it turnizzle out tha explosizzle force we releaze' wizzay onlizzle a catalyst. Drop it like its hot. A causal gizzle. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. What was needed to destroy tha siznun was a consumptive assault.

JOHN: consumptizzle?

ROZE: The entire sizzay was swallizzle by a supermassive black H-to-tha-izzole.

ROZE fo yo bitch ass: I digress though. Shut up.

You press yo' eyes sizzy, jizzay fo` a moment. Subscribe, get yo issue. Behind tizzy you sizzle a black H-to-tha-izzole so supermassizzle that it spans tha width of eternity.

You quickly opizzle yo' eyes again, n pretend ta forget what yiznou just saw.

ROZE: There’s reallizzle no route through dis exposizzle garden path thiznat will adequately cushion yizzy from thizzle bottom lizzy, John aww nah.

ROZE: You will nee' ta travizzle back into canon n defeat Lord English.

You...

> Shrug n try ta lizzay casual. Keep'n it gangsta dogg.

You pull off tha most casizzle shrug thizzay a homey has eva shrugge' when bein presented wit tha inevitizzle of his own fizzy. If Roze were messin' at you rizzle nizzay, shizne wizzay be totally convincizzle that yizzy be trippin' dis topic witta level of nonchalance that be entizzle plausible n genuine. You’re S-to-tha-izzure of it.

JIZNOHN: yizneah, i had a feel'n thiznat was go'n ta come up again somedizzle.

ROZE: I’m sure we all did. That be, evizzle thoze of us witout visions.

JOHN: i was do'n mah bizzy nizzay to think 'bout it. i gizzle we can’t put it off any longa then?

ROZE: Now be tha time. We be rapidlizzle approach'n a point of no return. If tha decision isn’t made S-to-tha-izzoon, it wizzle be too late. Tha issue will no matta.

JIZZY: when exactly is tha point of no return?

ROZE: Todizzle and cant no hood fuck with death.

JIZZAY so you betta run: wow. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: ok then.

JOHN: F-to-tha-izzirst, one questizzle yeah yeah baby. um...

JOHN: why? They call me tha president.

ROZE: Whizzle what cuz Im tha Double O G?

JOHN: whizzay do i nee' ta go bizzay n beat hizzay?

JOHN: i mean, sorry if dis is a stupid question. i guess he’s a huge awful monsta, and that’s just what you’re suppoze' ta do wit huge awfizzle monsta. takes them diznown fo` they crimes, and such.

JOHN: bizzy why does he actizzle nee' ta be defizzle at all like this and like that and like this and uh? ta be honest, it’s been years since wizne’ve even bothered spendin' 'bout anizzle of dis, n everyth'n sizzay...

> Takes a lizzay around n survey tizzy currizzle status of all life on Earth, which be totallizzle pizzle ta do frizzle tha vantage pizzy of a single apartment balcony.

JIZZOHN: fine with the S-N-double-O-P?

ROZE to increase tha peace: Of courze everything be F-to-tha-izzine here.

ROZE: W-to-tha-izze’re outside of canon now.

JIZZLE: yeah, i kniznow. whizzle does that actuallizzle MEAN thiznough?

JIZZOHN: be yizzay frontin' dis isn’t really chillin'?

ROZE: Of courze it’s weed-smokin'.

ROZE: Jizzy coz cizzle events takes pizzy outsizzle of canon, it doesn’t mean thoze events be non-cizzle fo' sheezy.

JOHN: oh.

ROZE: 'n gangsta wizzords, there be an impizzle distinction between events which cizzay be considered ta occizzle inside canon, outside canon, n thoze wizzy be not canon at all.

ROZE if you gots a paper stack: Tha day we went through thizzle dizzy n clizzle our reward, we passed a threshold between contizzle mizzle by differ'n degrees of relevance, truth, n essentiality.

ROZE: Bounce wit me. Thoze be tha three pillars of canon.

JOHN: wizzy?

Roze shoots yiznou an irritated look. You kniznow wizzy tizzy lizzay means, chill yo. It’s reservizzle fo` tha sort of bozo whizzay just sizzle “what” once tizzay oftizzle with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin.

ROZE: Anizzle event siznaid ta takes plizzay inside cizzle will hizzave nonzero values of relevance and essentizzle, wizzy rhymin' an absolute foundation 'n truth, by definition.

ROZE: Tru. Whizzles events outsizzle canon have dimizzle values of relevance n essentiality. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. Or, fo` the most pizzle, can be considizzle baller relevant niznor essizzle at all.

ROZE: But such events can’t be sizzy ta be untrizzle eitha ya feelin' me? Instead, it’s betta ta regizzle they truth valizzle as highlizzle conditizzle.

ROZE: Be you sizzy following fo' real?

> Say “oh, yizzle. totally.”

JOHN: oh, yizzy. totally.

ROZE cuz its a doggy dog world: So ta be clear, frontin' thizzay tizzle place here on Earth C sizzle we exited canon can be considered completely irrelizzle, n fo` tha mizzy part, absolutely inessential. Yizzet none of it can be called untrizzle. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome.

ROZE: At lizzay, up until precisely today. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.

JIZZY: ok.

JOHN: then what does non-canon mizzay?

ROZE: Events that be formally non-canon have no truth whatsoeva, by definition.

ROZE: They mizzy hiznave relevance n essentiality values that be nonzizzle, or even qizzy high, biznut only as projections alizzle an imaginary axis, result'n friznom highlizzle subjective frames of reference.

ROZE: But due ta thoze events hav'n no tizzy, n thus carrying no real wizzy, tha otha propizzles be basically rendizzle meaningless.

You can fizzle yo' eyes go wizzay as tha gears in yo' heezee slow ta a stop. Im crazy, you can't phase me. The implications of W-H-to-tha-izzat Roze be say'n be as vizzy as they be completely incomprehizzle. Yo' mizzy has jizzle been BLOWN.

ROZE: John in tha dogg pound?

ROZE: Are yizzle okay? Yo' pupils have gone qizzuite wide, thereby facilitat'n tha appizzle T-H-to-tha-izzat yo' mind hizzay just been blown.

JOHN, ya feel me? sizzle, i’m J-to-tha-izzust try'n ta wrizzay mah heezee arizzle dis.

ROZE: Yizzy of all thugz rizzle should have a good intuitive grasp ova theze concepts already.

ROZE: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. You’re tha one wit tha retcon drug deala, brotha all.

JIZNOHN paper'd up: i know with the S-N-double-O-P!

JIZZLE: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. like, i mostly git it. i think.

JOHN: i jiznust wizzy have thought ta put all of dis 'n such a jargony way.

ROZE: Sorry. That’s kind of whizzay I do.

JOHN: it’s fine spittin' that real shit. i’m just a bit rusty be all.

JOHN like a tru playa': it feels like it’s been so long sizzince i did, or even thought 'bout... anyth'n T-H-to-tha-izzat matterizzle at all fo' sheezy.

ROZE, better recognize: Yes, tha pimp we live outside of canizzle, tha more tenuoizzles our relationship wit canon becomizzles hittin that booty.

ROZE: Hence tha urgency fo' real.

JOHN: thizzay whizzay saggin' ta happen if we keep dragg'n our feet?

ROZE spittin' that real shit: I mentionizzle T-H-to-tha-izzat events outside cizzle have a T-R-to-tha-izzuth value that tizzy ta be conditional, bitch?

JOHN: um fo' sho'.

ROZE: Wiznell, I diznid cuz its a thang. Biznut lizzle me put it anotha way.

ROZE in tha hood: As lizzay as we live outside canizzle, everyth'n that happens wizzy technically be “real,” biznut only conditizzle. Anotha dogg house production.

ROZE in all flavas: There be certain crucial evizzles inside canon which must happen 'n orda to continue ta prizzay up thizzle legitimacizzle of events here on Earth C.

ROZE: N you specifizzle, Jizzle, have a responsibility ta make sure thoze events takes plizzay. Drop it like its hot.

JOHN: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. n i takes it that means go'n back n cappin' lord english yaba daba dizzle?

ROSE: Throw yo guns in the fuckin air. Yiznes.

ROZE: Chill as I take you on a trip. His defeat be the kizzle ta dis entire continuity.

ROZE: Much like his life, in S-to-tha-izzome sick way, governed tha overall design of tha briznidge which that keystone was hold'n up in tha hood.

ROZE droppin hits: Bizzut witout it, all of dis falls apart. Everizzle th'n we’ve been through, 'n a wizzle thiznat’s impossible fo` a single miznind ta fully comprehend, becomes retroactively discredited.

JOHN: so like a tru playa'... reality will be destroyed, or sum-m sum-m droppin hits?

JIZZLE: Slap your fuckin self. hasn’t that alrizzle S-to-tha-izzort of happened?

JIZZLE: i mizzle, whizzay all tha S-P-to-tha-izzace started ballin' wit da big Bo$$ Dogg?

ROSE: No, dis conseqizzle isn’t physical, or even a disruption of tha timeline. It’s mizzore of a conceptizzle unravel'n.

ROZE: If you miss tha chance to authenticate canizzle evizzles, sum-m sum-m will takes pliznace tizzy a bit difficult ta describe, biznut I’ve encountered a term fo` it.

ROZE: It’s called “dissipation.”

ROZE: Like, a notional fad'n. As if sum-m sum-m, somewhere, be undergo'n a prizzles of “forgett'n,” n we be what is be'n forgotten.

ROZE: All ideas, thugz n they F-to-tha-izzull potentialitizzles, possible outcizzles n they specifizzle unfold'n, all theze slappin' live inside conscious frameworks.

ROZE: Tha further removed we git from authentication of canon events, tha lizzy relevant T-H-to-tha-izzey become, n they slowly fade frizzle tha conscious framewizzles which kizzle thizzle stable. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house.

> Make a theatrically startled expression.

JIZZOHN: ok, i guess we dizzle wiznant THIZZLE ta hizzle dogg.

JIZZOHN: I'm a fuckin 2-time felon. or... unhappen. One, two three and to tha four. whateva.

JOHN so you betta run: so i J-to-tha-izzust retcon-poof back ta english and start like...

JOHN: brawl'n with the dude?

ROZE: Don’t be ridiculous. You wizzy lizzle a secizzle dogg.

RIZZAY: Yizzy nee' a team.

ROZE: You gotta check dis shit out yo. Also, you don’t want ta just dive heezeelong into a bizzay wit his hulk'n adizzle fizzy. That wizzle be tactically fizzle, n furthermore, W-to-tha-izzould skizzay rappa some very important steps needed ta authenticate canon. One, two three and to tha four.

JOHN: Im a bad boy. like what paper'd up?

ROZE cuz its a doggy dog world: I mentioned that English’s defeat was tha keystone ta tha continuity. Bizzut dis be an oversimplifizzle.

JIZZAY: yikes. W-to-tha-izzell, we S-to-tha-izzure as fizzy W-to-tha-izzouldn’t wizzay ta simplizzle anyth'n.

ROZE: John, pleaze D-to-tha-izzon’t be a bizzle now. I’m unwell, rememba?

JIZZLE: sizzle.

RIZZOSE: Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf. Tha tizzy keystone, W-H-to-tha-izzich be a necessary component of his defeat, be tha juju. Subscribe, get yo issue.

ROZE: Tha house-shapizzle object you stuck yo' hand 'n ta gain yo' retcon powa, ya feel me?

JOHN: oh yeah. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome.

ROZE: Wizzy empty, it resembles a gap. Like a hizzole 'n canon, whose only purpose is ta be fillizzle spittin' that real shit.

ROZE so show some love! 'n weed-smokin' thizzay purpoze, it grizzants one wit tha radicizzle canon-alter'n powa thizzle wizzle be needed ta fill it wit da big Bo$$ Dogg.

ROZE yeah yeah baby: Once fillizzle, it becomes solid like a fucka. No longer a gap, but a serviceable, load-bear'n wiznedge 'n our continuity. They call me tha president.

ROZE: Lizzay a kizzle.

ROZE: N once delivered ta Englizzle n directed his wizzy, it empties itself again, releas'n its messin' payload. It functions as a weapon, and 'n sizzy manna will cruisin' 'bout his demize.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: 'n S-to-tha-izzome shot calla? One, two three and to tha four.

ROZE: It’s a complicatizzle artifact ridin' in mah double R. As old n unfathomable as anyth'n elze in Paradox Space, like tha green sun, or English himself. Don’t worry 'bout it fo` now.

ROZE: Tha important th'n be that, in tha due cizzay of yo' travels, you end up load'n n unload'n dis wizzle.

JOHN: Hollaz to the East Side. how be i frontin' ta do that?

ROZE: Once you sizzay slappin' 'n motion, it should jizzay happen naturally through tha narrative momentum of yo' journey. I’m really just warn'n yizzle 'bout it, ratha than instruct'n you.

JOHN: ok cuz Im tha Double O G. thiznanks??

ROZE: Yiznou’re welcome from tha streets of tha L-B-C.

Roze looks at ha phone. You recognize Kanayizzles dizzle typ'n stylizzay 'n tha window. Roze’s thumbs begin ta fly acrizzles tha keypad. She continues ta text as she tizzy.

JOHN: so if W-to-tha-izze’re stylin' ta go bizzay n kizzle him 'n time ta “authenticate canizzle,” i guess we have ta git go'n soon.

JOHN: lizzle today in tha hood?

ROZE and yo momma: Yes. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.

JIZZY thats off tha hook yo: be yizzle sizzle yizzay actually up fo` a fizzight though? Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. no offenze, but yizzle trippin' a shawty worze fo` tha W-to-tha-izzear.

ROZE: I’m not go'n.

JOHN: oh.

ROZE, know what im sayin? None of us be. Only yiznou.

JOHN from tha streets of tha L-B-C: whizzle? Hollaz to the East Side.? but you said...

ROZE: Jiznohn, dis be tha victory state.

JOHN: what tha hell does thiznat even miznean.

ROZE: When we went thriznough thizzay door, n pasze' beyizzle tha threshold of canon, we effectizzle retired from bear'n any responsibility fo` influenc'n cizzle events. We’ve all bizzay sort of decommissioned as active playas on tha cosmizzle stage, wizzy severely dimizzle relizzle attributes so you betta run.

ROZE: All of us except fo` you, of courze, sizzay you’ve retained yo' rizzle abilities.

JOHN: ok, i git that. kind of.

JOHN: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. but wit da big Bo$$ Dogg... couldn’t y-aw jizzust come along anyway?

ROZE: We could. Biznut it wouldn’t S-to-tha-izzerve any purpoze like old skool shit.

ROZE: It wiznouldn’t plizzug up tha sippin' dizzle sizzy 'n canon.

ROZE: You’ll nee' a group of active playa. Thoze stizzle stuck inside tha stream of canonic karma.

JOHN, chill yo: who like a fucka?

RIZZY: Nuttin too extravagant. Boo-Yaa! Jizzust different versions of us fo my bling bling.

ROSE: Vizzles, from a particularly dysfunctional impasze 'n our journey. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.

ROZE: I can pizzy out thizzle exact moment 'n canizzle you should be disrupt'n, n hiznow yiznou should disrupt it. One, two three and to tha four.

ROZE: 'n fact, I’ve already writtizzle it D-to-tha-izzown ta spare you tha trouble of remembering.

Roze leads you back insizzle n retrieves a letta fizzy ha desk dogg. Shizzle hands it fucka, still steppin' one-handed on ha phone. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. She sits down n yizzle rizzle tha letta.

JOHN: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. huh.

ROZE: Be anythizzle confus'n 'bout mah instructizzles?

JIZNOHN: Death row 187 4 life. no, i poser all dis cuz its a thang. it shouldn’t be a problizzle ta help you.

JOHN: it’s just weird ta think 'bout revisiting dis. it seems like an eternity. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. like cuz Im tha Double O G... we were all completely diffizzle people back then.

ROZE: I assure you we be all still fundamentally tha same bunch of losa.

Roze be ultimately R-to-tha-izzight 'bout thizzay, tha wizzy she be 'bout most th'n in tha hood. Yizzay continue ta scan tha letta, n grimace slightlizzle.

JIZZY: should i reallizzle punch ha 'n tha fiznace?

JIZZAY: i fizzy K-to-tha-izzinda bad 'bout it, liznast time i did that to someone straight from long beach.

ROZE, ya feel me? Yes. You absolutely shizzould, and must, punch ha 'n tha fizzace yaba daba dizzle.

Yiznou exhale n turn tha papa wanna be gangsta 'n yo' hands. Tha otha side is blank. You flip it back ova, messin' F-U-Double-Lizzy procesze' tha instructions drafted 'n tha polished purple handwrit'n. You like hizzay Roze still writizzles 'n purple, afta all these years. Some th'n wanna be gangsta chizzle yaba daba dizzle.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: alright. dis seems straightforward enough.

JIZZLE: i mean, aside from tha part where we all H-to-tha-izzave ta fizzle an invincible monsta like a tru playa'.

ROZE: He isn’t entirely invincible. He will be vulnerable ta Davizzles weapon. I believe playa gambits should prizzle themsizzles as well.

ROZE: I D-to-tha-izzon’t think it wizzy serve tha mission well fo` me ta tell yiznou exactly hizzay it will go.

ROZE: But at least I cizzay offa dis bit of encouragement. Wussup in the house.

ROZE: If yizzou follow mah instructizzles, English will be defeated.

ROSE: It be an absolutely essential outcizzle.

ROZE so bow down to the bow wow! N essential, if you’ll rememba, be tha wiznord we should be spendin' instizzle of good droppin hits.

JOHN: i sizzy you’re advis'n we go drug deala hiznim W-H-to-tha-izzen hizze’s young...

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN droppin hits: i guess that makizzles senze.

JOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. go git hizzy before he gets all bizzay n strong.

JIZNOHN: lizzy, kizzind of a surprize attack?

ROZE if you gots a paper stack: Sure.

JOHN: I thought i told ya, I'm a soldier. that dude sucks cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: he was messin' me a while biznack.

JIZZLE: like, i think he WANTS me ta come fight him?

JOHN: anyway, i just ignored hizzle obviously, coz i’m not a stupid idiot.

JOHN: bizzay i guess tizzle W-to-tha-izzill be his lizzle day.

Yiznou takes a seat next ta Roze on tha couch.

> Examine.

Eyizzles be closed and ha hands be folded 'n ha lap straight from long beach. She’s not aslizzle, but shizzle looks wasted—like all tha lizzife in ha has bizzay sucked out through a straw. Like S-H-to-tha-izze’s insubstantial. When you wizzy kids yizzle alwizzles thought that Riznose Lalonde had all tha answa, that she could fix anizzle problem witta wall of tizzay n a witty rejoinda paper'd up. Yizzle guess that M-to-tha-izzuch 'bout ha hasn’t change' gangsta style. Shizze’s still trying ta solve tha problems y-aw left behind. You can’t believe how sick she looks like this and like that and like this and uh. How diznid dis happen ta ha, know what im sayin?

JOHN: i should probably git go'n n lizzet you R-to-tha-izzest.

JOHN: we can rap all 'bout it when i git bizzy. i’ll fill you 'n on hizzle it went, hopefully Y-to-tha-izzou’ll be feel'n betta by then.

ROZE: Oh. Um.

ROZE: Yeah like a fucka.

JIZZY: You gotta check dis shit out yo. be sum-m sum-m wrong?

Rose opens ha eyes and looks at you, but she sez nuttin like a fucka. Just lizzy.

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Death row 187 4 life. i’m not scizzle, if that’s what you’re worry 'bout but don't give a fuck.

JOHN: you already said we’re go'n ta defeat hizzim. so, nuttin ta fret ova, right?

ROZE: Yizzay. You... Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

Sum-m sum-m through ha eyes, almost tizzay quick ta cizzle. When shizzay smiles at you, it’s wizzy n sincere.

ROZE: Tru. You’re bustin' ta do.

Roze slides arms around yizzle so sit back relax new jacks get smacked. Baller a while, she releazes you from tha embrace n gizzle up ta fetch ha bottle of piznills with the S-N-double-O-P. She pauzes at tha bedroom door ta lizzle at you one more time. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.

ROZE in all flavas: Gizzay, J-to-tha-izzohn.

Shizzay clozes tha door behind ha.

> Look at tha letta.

Yo' rizzay yo' thumbs alizzle tha edge of tha paper. Be thiznis reallizzle it? One hug frizzle Roze n you’re off ta face yo' destiny? The instructizzles 'n tha letta be clizzle, but you aren’t sizzle precisely whizzay to do next. Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. Inertizzle n indecision keep yo' feet plantizzle firmly on tha carpet.

Then, as if directly answer'n yo' quandarizzle, yo' phone buzzes 'n yo' pizzle. It’s a text from roxy hittin that booty.

> Read text.

It sizzounds important. You git up ta go witout evizzle think'n 'bout it. Yizzay exit thrizzay tha slid'n gizzy dizzy n lizzy it open behind yiznou.

> ==>

#Homestuck #Gizoogle #Epilogues #e2

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Act 3 - Action!

[PoV: ???]

Not once did my excitement damper the further I walked. The constant thoughts of actors acting their acts continues to fuel me, the prospect of stumbling upon their ‘stage’ and joining them makes me extremely giddy.

I walk- No, I MARCH with purpose! My beak possessing a wide grin, one arm swinging to and fro while the other holds my hoe over my shoulder. I’m gonna become an actor, and it’ll be the best thing ever!

A loud snap makes me stop and immediately turn to the noise, my eyes sparkling that maybe I’ve found one of these actors in this secluded forest!

To say the least I was quite surprised when I looked.

Standing behind me is a rather tall and intimidating fella, his eyes glaring and his rather toothy smile looking real unsettling.

Is he...an actor? He doesn’t really look like one.

Despite my nervousness I give him a wide smile. “Howdy!” I greet, giving him a friendly wave. “Ya startled me there, with ya sudden appearance an’ all that.”

The...Bisharp(?) blinks at this, probably not expecting my greeting. Soon said eyes narrow and his clawed hands clench into fists, in which I notice some real nasty looking blades on his arms. “How unlucky, to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.” He chuckles darkly, his grin widening further. “But for me, it is the right place at the right time.”

Now I would’ve been more nervous, but a thought struck me.

Maybe he...is an actor too?

...

My eyes widen, but not in fear...but in realization.

Yeah! He gotta be! He’s probably trying his acting skills out me, to see if I’m deserving enough to join their group!

Well, time for me to show him the what for!

I point the end of my hoe at him. “YA DON’T SCARE ME, FOUL RASCAL!” I shout with conviction, doing a pose that I assume looks ‘knightly’. “AH SHALL SMITE YA WHERE YA STAND LIKE THA’ PROUD KNIGHT AH’ AM, YA WON’T GIVE THIS PLACE NO TROUBLE ANYMORE!”

[PoV: Rook]

The...hell?

I don’t know where the hell this is coming from, but this Magmar seems to think of himself as some kind of knight? I know for a fact that this is not true.

The white and red plaid shirt, the denim overalls, the large boots, the wide-brimmed straw hat...

He looks like a stereotypical farmer, not a knight.

I feel myself grit my fangs in irritation. Is he mocking me?!

“You’ve made a grave mistake coming here.” I growl at him, raising my blades threateningly. “And an even graver mistake opening your mouth.”

The Magmar brings his hoe back and holds it like some sort of sword before leaning back and laughing loudly...and excessively. “Ain’t that a kick! Ya made a mistake messin’ with a knight of tha’ square table! We don’t stand by while ya foul villains be runnin’ around and causin’ trouble!” He swings his hoe a few times, the movements containing too much force and obviously showing his lack of training. “So ah’ll be teachin’ ya a lesson!”

At this I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Yes, I’ll be enjoying this...so very much. It will be greatly satisfying to watch that facade of his crumble when I dig my blades into him.

Without warning I leap for him, striking down with my arm-blades. This element of surprise should allow me to put him down instantly, so that he’ll stop his mocking and weep in agony.

But what I got instead was a loud clang of metal connecting to metal soon followed by resistance to my arm. I look down in surprise to see that the Magmar actually managed to block my attack with his hoe.

“Now ain’t that just dirty!” The Magmar says lowly. “Attackin’ a knight he was ready, ya really are just a dirty good-fer-nothin’ scoundrel!”

I pull back, my irritation growing at his lucky block. He shouldn’t have even managed to fend it off, but he did.

Oh...I am going to end this right here and now before I get pissed to the point where I might even consider killing him.

I strike again, delivering another precise blow with the intention of burying my blades into his shoulder. But the Magmar swings his hoe wildly, the tool managing to connect to my claws and sending it off-course...making it miss.

My teeth grind again as I start swinging and stabbing more and more, but the Magmar keeps swinging his hoe with no direction or plan. Yet with each swing he somehow parries or blocks my attempted attacks, making it so that I can’t even land a hit on him.

What...the...hell?!

“YA CAN’T WIN AGAINST ME, FOOL!” He shouts loudly. “AH AM A KNIGHT OF THE SQUAR-”

I let out a loud growl and rush him, bringing both of my blades down on the farmer. The Magmar stops his speech half-way upon seeing this before bringing his hoe up, blocking both of my claws.

I push down with all my might, using my enhanced muscles to try to overpower him. But the Magmar stays firm, underneath his clothing I can see his small limbs bristling with lean muscle. The standstill continues from a few seconds to a near minute, both of us pushing at each other.

“How...are...you...so...strong...?” I ask through gritted teeth, more to myself in anger than actually talking to him.

Yet apparently the Magmar misinterpreted my rhetorical question. “Been slayin’ tons of dragons, workin’ mah strength up so I could join tha’ knights!” He boasts with satisfaction before pausing. “Although in real seriousness, farm work knows how ta’ make ya nice in strong.” He clears his throat loudly. “But back ta’ bein’ in character... YA WON’T WIN, VILLAIN!”

Is this like a damn game to him?! He’s not even treating this seriously?!

I release the pressure on him and take several steps back, my irritation morphing into full-blown anger.

I’ve taken on three warriors at once and beat them all with relative ease, yet I can’t seem to strike down a damn farmer who’s treating this fight as some sort of acting scene?!

Enough of this, I’m going to end this right here...and right now.

I pour my power into my blades, causing them to glow with a bright blue light. The air around them crackles and hisses from the extreme heat, possessing the cutting ability to slice cleanly through steel.

I let out a loud roar before charging the Fire-type again, once more delivering an overhead blow. I fully intend to cut through his hoe if he were to block it and then slicing directly into his shoulder, perhaps even taking an arm.

No...I WILL take his arm, for defying me for this long.

The Magmar brings up his hoe again to block my attack, which makes me grin wickedly. My super-heated blade makes contact with the tool...

...and it stops dead..

My sick satisfaction quickly morphs to one of pure shock and bewilderment, for not only was the tool not cleanly cut through, but it seems to not even be bothered by the pure energy running through my weapons.

What...is that thing...made of?!?!

“How?!” I breath out, still trying to comprehend what the hell is going on.

“Ah’m stronger than ya think, that’s what!” The Magmar grins. “Don’t mess with tha’ knight of the square table, we will beat ya up and make ya regret takin’ tha’ path ta’ villainy!” His eyes look at my glowing blades. “Also, ah like them special effects.”

This...is the last...straw.

With a furious howl I pull my blade back and start attacking with great ferocity, no longer caring about precision. I slash and hack at him wildly, intending to fully tear him apart for this infuriating mockery of a ‘fight’.

But with each strike the Magmar somehow blocks and parries, the plasma-infused blades of mine are easily deflected just as they were earlier.

I push and push, forcing the Magmar to back-pedal. Yet each blow is met by his wild swing, as if reality itself would find it amusing to mock me by keeping the fool from getting harmed through sheer luck.

Just as I feel like I’m getting the upper-hand, the Magmar swings much harder than normal when our blades meet. The sudden force knocks me off balance, making me stumble to the side before face-planting.

My snout burns with pain from the impact, the flesh on my face being much softer than that of the rest of my body. I dig my fingers into the dirt in anger, my plasma blades having long burned through the ground. I push myself up and whip my head to the Magmar, my breathing heavy.

“Who are you?!” I shout with exasperation, my anger quickly giving way to sheer disbelief and confusion. How the hell did he manage to fend off all of my attacks?! He has no combat experience or training due to his movements, his swings are clumsy and predictable, and he’s treating this fight like it’s some sort of game.

How is he even alive?! How is he UNHARMED?! WHY IS THIS SITUATION LIKE THIS?!

The Magmar brings his hoe over his shoulder and grins widely. “Ah’m Charlie Higgins!” He says proudly. “Farmer an’ aspirin’ actor!” He stops for a moment before quickly correcting himself. “Actually ah’m Sir Charlie of tha’ square table! Tha’ bane of evil fella’s and champion do-gooder of...good!”

I...can’t...believe this.

I am losing a fight to a farmer who thinks that this is some sort of act.

Why is the world so cruel?

#charliemagmar #rookbishaxeldurr #hwdp #act 3-3 #plot

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good things that happened today:

i got out of bed on my own and got ready for school w/o too much difficulty!!

even so my brother was still nice enough to check up on me a couple times to make sure i was doing ok, and later drove me to school :D he ruffled my hair when we got there and told me to have a good day

i really really tried hard to understand what the ufck i was reading (since im taking classes on the computer) w/o getting distracted, and i was able to focus today and actually learn and comprehend some GEOMETRY shit today

i only have one more thing to do with that same geometry class before im done with it!! granted the next class is geometry B .. but still!!

they’re letting us have a break class in third period again, so we can have art classes again!!!

today was like the third day of it bein back, and my instructor complimented my work on the assignment a lot!! i think he noticed i was a little nervous about being slower and more precise than the other kids, and went out of his way to reassure me by saying my art technique was similar to artists in the renaissance period- “you keep building and building and building on something, focusing on all the little details to make something perfect” and i was like oh man... thank u..??!! i was genuinely moved asdfhjfk

our school was basically like fuck it and faked that fire drill i mentioned before jsut so we could get out for the weekend a whole hour early.....

it really was honestly so pretty out while i was waitin for my dad to come pick me up, like i rambled about it in the tags of that post but it was such a nice day out.. there was just the right amount of wind and it was refreshingly cool and breezy, and it was easy to tell that flowers were poppin back up and everythin was like .. fillin up with life almost, it made me realize how different things have been over the past year or two and how yes, i really am alive and standing here, at my school where i have good grades and the ideal schedule and i have no reason to panic about it anymore, and how im going home to a supportive family and good friends and a safe corner of the world meant for me and my family, how just. wonderful it is to be here right in that moment and to have made it from the darkest period of my life. it was an amazing feeling!! like its hard to describe it... i was just proud of myself for being able to recognize how much things have changed for the better and how i made it, how im still alive. it was so so nice

plus my dad bought me celebratory raising cane’s on the way home from school!!!!!!!!!!!

there’s a website that is an ongoing developing project managed by partners of the seoul dynasty that works as a kind of VOD reviewer (for overwatch obvi!!) that im a beta user of! they have a discord server im a part of too, and the other day they made an announcement that they released all these brand new features a lot of us users have been lookin forward to for awhile, and today i got to see them for myself!!! its quite impressive!!

i got sleepy after eating the food my dad bought for me, like im talkin my eyes were gettin too heavy and i was starting to doze off in my chair, and for a moment i was worried that if i went to bed now my schedule would be all messed up for tomorrow, but then i realized i dont have school tomorrow so i said fuck it nd wen to bed!!!!!!!!!

i curled up with my cat on my bed and i kind of haphazardly took off my glasses and placed them somewhere on the bed.. before i was out like a LIGHT

i was sleepin in a weird position (like quite literally curled up right beside my kitty and right on the edge of the bed) and my brother actually poked his head in and asked me if i was ok hshfgh.. he was reassured when i told him ya .. im just out here sleepin..

i woke up a couple times in the night but it was just to make sure i wasnt disturbing friday too much with my presence, and each time i gave her a lil smooch she would chirp instinctively and start to purr

i woke up just now for the same reason but also so that i could finish writing all this down because while it may not seem like much i felt absolutely compelled to do this today .. i think ill brush my teeth nd wash my face real fast before hittin the hay again

i felt and still feel very grateful for all that i have right now .. like all the basic stuff people tend to take for granted, like food and water and a place to sleep. but i know im especially lucky in that i have a good relationship with my family and friends, i have an education and a future, i have clothes and shoes and even bits and pieces of jewelry, i dont have any medical conditions or injuries, i can see and hear and smell and touch, im safe and happy with everything in my life right now and im very conscious of that fact pretty much daily.. sometimes it feels like i disassociate almost, because very often i take everything in and i stare at everything and all the details. like..

these are my hands, those are mine, that door looks like its made of wood and you remember when they worked on the transition right there from tile to wood, you have a cat in front of you right now that had a whole nother life before she came here, but everything aligned just right so that now shes here in front of you and just about as blissful of her ability to take a cozy nap right now as you are, like its really all sinking in on a daily basis and has been for as long as i can remember, except its not the typical dysphoric-like disassociation people normally experience, i think.. its like a good thing!

and on that note im grateful that im grateful, if that makes sense.. im glad i can realize i have all this and that i can appreciate it for what it is because the ability to do that is typically missing from most peoples lives until they lose what they have and its too late.. maybe im talking too much about it but the best way i can describe it is like being aware of your consciousness and your presence, plus the presence of every little thing around you so that you realize you are here, but in a way that isnt overwhelming and more fascinating and wonderful. i like it a lot

im still here! im still kickin!!! and chances are i will be tomorrow too, and the day after that and so on so forth .. i recognize ill have bad days and days in between but im still alive and right now i think thats enough

#melody.txt #5 am thoughts #i think that was my tag #except its 3 am and not 5 am..!! but still #goodnight.. i love u

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waitingrose · 6 years

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Honest Q&A: Round 4! 7x7 Table

Looks like everyone came this time! Good! I am happy to see that you all have taken an interest in these!

Well, right to business then. It looks like our readers picked something of an overarching topic today. Let’s see how this goes...

Faith is a belief in the right things. Who or what would you say you have the most faith in?

Maeryn: “I have faith in my family. They have been through so much and continue to work hard to keep all of us going. Especially my Father.” Helene: “Mine does too, Mae. I have faith in my friends. Lloire, Ikara, Destiny, Soren.” Silone: “Did you just say Soren? I am moving seats again. I have faith in my sister, Aeritria. And my knives.” Aeric: “Wait…you are Aeri’s sister? Yeah, we both are movin’ seats. I’ve got faith in Gideon, my brother. Also in th’Siren. She carries us through tough shyte.” Sunny: “Bear has faith in the Twelve, yes he does! Oh, you mean me? I have faith in ….my bow! It keeps me alive, yes it does!” Velestine: “People. I believe that anything and everything can change if we get behind each other. Sometimes, even the most dangerous ones will surprise you.”

Pride is an excessive belief in one’s own abilities. In what do you take the most pride? A particular skill? A remarkable achievement?

Maeryn: “I take pride in the small miniatures that I craft. I don’t know many people who do such a thing and so I…perhaps believe it is specific to me. Unique.” Helene: “Myself. I push my limits an’ like to test people who are bigger or stronger lookin’ than me, yeah? I don’t stop until I can’t move.” Silone: “Mmm, Pride. I am an exceptional artist and a master with a knife. How many people do you know than can fight in heels, hmm?” Aeric: “Yeah, ya really are her sister. I turned Captain at eighteen summers an’ been runnin’ my ship th’last five years. I know most routes through those waters better than any Captain I’ve met an’ I can do ‘em faster.” Sunny: “SHIP! I WANNA GO ON A SHIP! Row row row, your boat!” She bounces in her chair and then stills when Velestine places a hand to her arm softly. “Hehe! I got excited, yes I did! I can track and sniff out anything, yes I can! Let me at ‘em!” Velestine: “I missed you, Sunny. You warm my heart. I take a great deal of pride in my work. It takes patience and a little creative flare to craft potions and elixirs, but I have used that to help make soaps and lotions, teas, all sorts of things. I guess you could say ‘my craft’, actually.” Hope is taking a positive future view, that good will prevail. What would you say that you hope for the most?

Maeryn: “I hope that I can someday find a cure. But if not, then I wish to travel the world completely. See it all. Perhaps even have my stories on someone else’s shelf.” Helene: “Keep breathin’, mostly. Hope I can see my friends again. Stupid to wish for wars to be over because it starts another, every time. No one sits still, yeah?” Silone: “The slow death of anyone that sells people. I wish to rid the world of slave traders and their disgusting partners in crime. Maybe then some people can enjoy their life instead of living in fear.” Aeric: “I thought ya were scary before, but damn. I kinda like ya now. I hope to to fly, some day. I want t’rule sky an’ sea.” Sunny: “I hope for sweets, yes I do! If I can get sweets, it’s a good day, yes it is!” Velestine: “...I am going to adopt you as my own, Sunny. I hope for some quiet moments between the fighting. As Helene stated, it never comes to a close. Would be nice if it did but I am sure we would find a way to occupy our time that was just as destructive. So, I hope for peace, in small measures.”

Envy is wanting what others have, be it status, abilities, or possessions. Is there someone or something you are envious of? It doesn’t have to be a huge all-consuming envy, even something small.

Maeryn: “I don’t envy anyone, really. Everyone has something that is different from another but that is what makes us so interesting.” Helene: “Feelin’ about the same on that too, yeah? No point thinkin’ on it. Focus on your sword and their sword, an’ nothing else.” Silone: “Pride. Envy. Starting to sound like sins in this list and I am very, very pleased over it. As for being envious, of course. We all want something someone has. For me, it’s a family.” Aeric: “Ya seem a lot softer this round. I envy th’Sky Pirates. It’s a bigger freedom to be up there an’ I want that too. Not t’mention they got a King I wanna meet.” Sunny: “I wish I was as BIG as a ROE so I could eat non-stop, yes I do!” Velestine: “I would cook all day for you, sweet girl. I would say that I am envious of…hmm, that is a good question, actually. Perhaps people who own their own homes. I have always lived with others and traveled the lands but havn’t had a place to call mine just yet. I would like a small house in the Shroud somewhere with plenty of room for my gardens.”

Charity is concern for, and active helping of, others. Do you believe yourself to exhibit this virtue? Be it yours or another’s, what act or moment stands out for you as a charitable one?

Maeryn: “I help someone whenever I can, and I know a few others who do the same. I could stand to be a little better at it, though. Helene: “I gave most of my winnings and food to the kids and families in the camps outside Ul’Dah, while I was there. Do the same in the Reach too, yeah? Can’t give those, I give my time.” Silone: “I hunt down those that sell people. I think that counts, don’t you?” Aeric: “Hahahahaha! Want somethin’, fuckin’ work for it. Not above helpin’ someone in trouble but handouts? No. Plenty of work t’find if ya look hard enough. I came from nothin’ and didn’t ask for anythin’ I have.” Sunny: “Oh! Oh! I always share! I also help people get where they are going, yes I do! I am a guide, yes I am!” Velestine: “I spend a lot of time with the orphans in the cities. I am fond of reading to them and I bring fresh baked cookies and muffins along in my basket each time. I wish I could do more for them but sometimes time is more valuable than gold.”

Gluttony is the desire to eat or consume more than you require. What is the one thing best guaranteed to show off your gluttonous side?

Maeryn: “Hmmm, I don’t eat too much to be honest. If we are speaking in the sense of food, that is. I am a glutton for stories, though. Could never grow tired of listening to someone speak of themselves.” Helene: “Shouldn’t eat so much of anything, yeah? Harder to burn it off. But if I go with Mae’s idea, I think I can’t get enough exercise. Just gotta keep moving all the time.” Silone: “Wine, to be sure. Always have a glass near me when I paint and pour one when I get home. Have my own little collection of them, as well.” Aeric: “Can’t stop myself when I get ahold of fresh meat. Bein’ on th’sea means nothin’ but jerky, fish, an’ the like. Get back on land? Goin’ t’hurt myself on some red meat. Answerin’ ahead for the the ball of energy, she is goin’ to say sweets.” Sunny: “SW—hey!” She giggles and swishes her tail about happily. Velestine: A soft slip of laughter is heard, and she reaches over to pull Sunny into a warm embrace. “Far too easy, sweet one. I myself can never get enough baked goods or delicious food of any kind. It is a wonder I keep my figure.”

Fortitude is never giving up. With as many strong willed people as there are here, I imagine this will prompt good responses. What is it you would never give up on? Is it a person, a goal?

Maeryn: “I could never give up on my family. They do not with me, even if I am a bit of a pusher when it comes to some of the rules we have.” Helene: “I don’t give up in general. But…lately, it became a person. And I am shiftin’ my focus to be the best I can for them. An’ their goals. Shields protect those that hold them, yeah?” Silone: “I won’t give up on my sister. We spent many years apart and I refuse to let the distance keep us any longer.” Aeric: “My brother’s dream. Leave it there.” Sunny: “Never give up! Never surrender! Fight fight fight—Oh! Sorry I punched you, mister, yes I am! You are okay though, yes you are. I don’t give up, see!?” Velestine: “I could never give up on anyone. Especially not when they are hurt or in need. I have the stubborn soul of a healer and that doesn’t always win me awards with my patients or friends, unfortunately. But my heart will always keep me from walking away.”

Lust is a powerful craving for things such as sex and power. Do you feel that you give in to those temptations easily? What do you lust after the most? Maeryn: “I uh, well. That uhm. That is a question. Mm, for the sake of graces, I will say that I pass.” Helene: “Shouldn’t let that distract you, yeah? I don’t seek either, but I won’t deny the first with the right person. Time and place.” Silone: “Mmmm, I knew this one was coming. I crave both. Something about the way you can take control of someone utterly in their most vulnerable state. Or overwhelm them in every way. Makes you feel alive.” Aeric: “…” He clears his throat. “Yeah, same.” Sunny: *She is just a fit of giggles* Velestine: Laughing right along with her for a moment, she soon composes herself. “I crave touch more than either of those. I am very fond of it and feel a deeper connection through the sensations either in my feet or my hands. Because of this, I am want to reach for people openly.”

Justice is being fair and equitable with others. It is the guiding principle of certain Dark Knights. Do you believe in justice? Is such a thing possible in the world we live in?

Maeryn: “Yes, I do. We must have some laws in place or people would hurt one another without restraint. But it is not for me to make such a call and I know sometimes it should be bent. Perhaps I simply see it as a loose ideal.” Helene: “War has no place for that stuff, yeah? One side says it’s in the right, other says the same. You an’ the guy in front of ya both have family and loved ones to come home to. If you think too much on it, you end up dead or runnin’ yourself into the ground with guilt. Justice is best done by the moment.” Silone: “I make my own justice.” Aeric: “Eh, not all laws are good, Mae. Some are kinda outdated an th’like. Sunny: “I am always fair, yes I am! I split my cupcakes evenly, yes I do! Oh! You mean…oh okay I got it! I think. Uh, yes? Maybe?” Velestine: “It is hard to say one way or another, so I believe my answer would be flexible. It depends on the moment and what is happening and who was involved for me to say which I prefer. I will always believe that there must be a balance to life and sometimes we must take matters into our own hands to tip the scales back. And sometimes, we must leave it to others.”

Anger is the loss of rational self-control and the desire to harm others. Are you one to lose control to your anger? What was the worst case of letting it loose that comes to mind?

Maeryn: “I do not lose my temper. I believe I have done so maybe once or twice but I tend to wish to speak before it escalates to that.” Helene: “Can’t let it consume you, yeah? I go the opposite when mad. I get quiet an’ focused. Like my blood is cold. But I don’t lose control.” Silone: “I am quite the same. I exude calm and patience when my anger is tested but I have lost it before. I once saw someone I cared for come to harm and I am not quite sure what happened after.” Aeric: “Black out anger. Yeah, if I wasn’t told, Aeri would be your sister. As for me? Taken my axe ‘an gun t’plenty of people. Takes hurtin’ someone I care for to get me full rage. So, they deserve anythin’ comin’ for ‘em after that.” Sunny: “I am never angry, no I am not! Someone upsets me, and I walk away, yes I do! I got angry before, but I threw the box out the window, yes I did. It was mean as can be and wouldn’t open, no it wouldn’t!” Velestine: “I have lost control once before and it was because of a very traumatic moment I was witness to. Like Helene stated, I am also a cold sort of anger when I reach that point. Admittedly, it takes a lot to get me there.”

Prudence is care of and moderation with gil. This one is a bit simpler. Are you a gil-pincher or do you spend with abandon?

Maeryn: “I do not get out much, I am afraid. So, I would say I pinch gil, to be sure. My family is fond of saving and I believe I learned it from them.” Helene: “I don’t need much, yeah? Keep my armor in shape, keep my weapon ready, keep myself fed and clothed. Anything else is just extra.” Silone: “I live in a very comfortable lifestyle and enjoy keeping it up. But I earn as much as I spend. I won’t turn down a beautiful piece of furniture if I believe it will look good in my home.” Aeric: “You look th’type to spend money. I’m middle? Spend a lot on my girl, th’Siren. Not a lot on myself. Spoil her rotten, though.” Sunny: “I hold gil all the time, yes I do! Pinching it doesn’t do anything, no it doesn’t! Why would someone hold it all day? OH! Oh, I get it! I like to spend it on food, yes I do!” Velestine: “I don’t like to spend any of it, if I can. I would much rather make or gather the things I need and what I can’t, I will buy from local merchants first and foremost.”

Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain. Some might think this goes hand in hand with prudence but that is not the case. Even those who string their gil-pouches tightest can be known for their charity or simply do not fret over making more gil. Are you a take-take-take sort? Is the gathering of wealth important to you?

Maeryn: “My family has always been ambitious, and I suppose I inherit that in a different way. Wealth is not important to me, but it is a part of my life. I wouldn’t be upset if we lost it by tomorrow.” Helene: “They can keep it, yeah? Not interested in fancy pillows and houses.” Silone: “My family was dirt poor. I fought to be better than that and I am now. So yes, in a sense, I am Greedy.” Aeric: “Yeah, guilty. I am all about th’makin’ of gil an’ the wealth of it in th’long run. I want an airship an’ all that comes with it. I give back to those that help me an’ hard work earns part of the take. But I don’t want to be piss poor again.” Sunny: “I’m not greedy, no I am not! My purse strings are tight though, yes they are! People steal! Mean mean people.” Velestine: “I…by the gods, you are precious. I myself am keen on keeping some savings for a rainy day but no, I do not consider myself to be the greedy type.”

Temperance is moderation of needed things and abstinence from things which are not needed. In essence it is the opposite of gluttony. Is there anything that you find you abstain from that you wish you did not?

Maeryn: “No, I wouldn’t say so. I enjoy every little moment I can.” Helene: “I wish I was better about bein’ touched. Most of the time, my muscles lock up.” Silone: “Something happened to cause that, I imagine. I abstain from being emotional about things.” Aeric: “Nope. Do what I want, when I want.” Sunny: “Me too, me too! I like to do everything, yes I do!” Velestine: “I would like to be better about some things but overall, I wouldn’t say I hold back too much.”

Sloth is laziness and the avoidance of work. Somehow I don’t see that being of much concern with this group, but what would you say is your laziest habit?

Maeryn: “Oh, I will pay someone to run a package down to the moogle mail carrier instead of taking the stairs myself. I am sometimes winded easily.” Helene: “Just need to run more, yeah? I could be more lazy with things but that kinda ties into the last question.” Silone: “I would rather pay someone to clean the gallery instead of doing so myself. I have often also had things delivered which would have taken me less time but, why waste my own time?” Aeric: “I let Gid handle organizin’ the cargo. I am shit for organizing anythin’, really.” Sunny: “I like to take lots and lots of naps, yes I do! I wake up SUPER early but I nap so many times. Unless we are moving and then I can’t, nope nope nope!” Velestine: “Hmm, I would say I enjoy naps as well but that is only due to my horrible habit of staying awake through the night most days. But I would much rather let someone carry something for me than do so myself. A bag is fine but I will find someone to haul something large well before I attempt to do so.”

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy days to give some insight into your inner thoughts for our readers. I know today’s questions were a little tougher than some of the ones before but I hope you don’t begrudge me asking you. Before you go, what do you all think of me?

Maeryn: “I think you are nice and I don’t mind them in the slightest. Look forward to speaking with you again.” Helene: “Nothin’ much to say! Don’t have a problem, yeah?” Silone: “I suppose you are all right. Could stand to have a nicer taste in clothes.” Aeric: “Do a fine enough job, I think.” Sunny: “Is that thing real?” She pokes the mustache. “IT IS! IT IS! IT WIGGLES, YES IT DOES!” Velestine: “Sunny, no need to poke the nice man’s face like that. I understand you are curious, though. Anyway, I think you are very patient and kind. Your genuine interest in us is impressive.”

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yutikyis · 6 years

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Honest Q&A: Round 4! 7x7 Table

It looks like there’s even more of you this time? Well, I suppose better than running off...

Well, right to business then. It looks like our readers picked something of an overarching topic today. Everyone seated where they want? Good. We’ll start, as usual, with you Miss Kyis.

Faith is a belief in the right things. Who or what would you say you have the most faith in?

Yuti: O-oh, s-so many more people. U-um. W-well... t-that’s difficult. M-my friends I think. L-Lloire and the O-Order and... a-all of those people who’ve b-been around me for a long time. T-they’re the ones I know I c-can depend on most of all.

Reri: Oh Hells, of course ya say that, Snowflake. Me? I got faith in myself. Ain’t nobody else ta have faith in. When the MGP is down an’ ya need to depend on someone, ain’t ever gonna be someone who is there all the time but yerself. Sayo: My family, of course, and the Kami. What else could be true? Rahya: Well, truth bein’ what it is an’ all that, I’m belevin’ in the wind. Aasifa bein’ tellin’ me about it an’ it seems like a mighty good thing. It ain’t always kind but it seems like it all works out inna end, yeah?

Eynwyda: Strength. Meichi’a: ... yes? Surely you have more to say? No? Well, okay then! As for myself I have faith in wine, women and song.There are many glorious things in the world but few as oft beautiful and delightful as those three things. Even should another Calamity come, we can at least thrive if those three survive. Rhoe: Knowledge. The Twelve’s blessings are great things but depending on them is a fool’s game. The only thing worth having faith in is what you can know.

Pride is an excessive belief in one’s own abilities. In what do you take the most pride? A particular skill? A remarkable achievement?

Yuti: ... M-my healing skills, I w-would suppose. N-no matter what else, I can say without qualm that I a-am a gifted healer. I-it’s the skill I’ve the m-most pride in.

Reri: You sayin’ I gotta pick just one? Hells, ya might as well ask me to pick a single grain o’ sand. If I gotta pick one, I’m gonna say my knifework. My archery’s a sight to behold, my axin’ is superb, but my knifework? Mm-hmm. Sayo: You are the soul of modesty, ma’am. I must admit this is a difficult question to answer. While I am very proud of my talents they are the result of my family’s work and dedication. It would be unseemly to pretend they come from me alone.

Rahya: Oh. Um. I’m figurin’ it’d be my cards? Probably them. Lotta folk seem to like ‘em some... so them.

Eynwyda: Strength

Meichi’a: ... Really? Twice in a row? Is that allowed? Yes? Well, I’m not the one asking the questions. I would say my voice is my greatest pride. My songs leave beauties weak in the knees and, of course, I’ve a talent with words to rival poets.

Rhoe: Well, nobody said your answers couldn’t be delusional. I would say my vermagic. It takes a goodly amount of effort to become proficient with sword and spell alike.

Hope is taking a positive future view, that good will prevail. What would you say that you hope for the most?

Yuti: T-to be honest, I h-hope for a future of peace. W-where we finally m-move beyond all these w-wars and c-conflicts and f-find a way to unite our a-abilities f-for the greater good of all.

Reri: *loud retching sounds* Look, ya can’t serious expect me to answer honestly after that bullshite, can you? ~I hope fer rainbows and puppies and fuckin’ unicorns to rain from the sky.~ If ya want an honest answer? A good challenge. That’s what.

Sayo: I hope that when my end comes I am satisfied with my life and have done my family proud.

Rahya: ... Ta be honest I’m hopin’ for the rainbows and puppies an’ unicorns, though if they’re doin’ that other thing I think they should be doin’ it in private an’ not while it’s rainin’

Eynwyda: Strength

Meichi’a: Really now! My good woman, are you a spoken or a mammet!? Surely you can... my but that is quite the glare you have. Ahem. Well, for myself? I look forward to seeing what lies over the next bend. Should it be a charming raven-haired lass with an ample bosom, well, all the better, no?

Rhoe: The same thing anyone else. That I’m alive, that I’m happy, that we’re not all serfs in some Garlean-run hole or void-touched corpses in some forgotten Hellsvoid.

Envy is wanting what others have, be it status, abilities, or possessions. Is there someone or something you are envious of? It doesn’t have to be a huge all-consuming envy, even something small.

Yuti: ... I-if I must be honest? T-those with children. T-there’s something... j-just wonderful about it. B-biological or a-adopted or j-just ones they take care of, l-like Frost and Tyr. I t-think y-you see the g-greatest of people w-when you see them with children. ... I-in most cases.

Reri: Ya know, Snowflake, ya can solve that problem in a real quick and fun way if ya get that stick out of yer arse. Don’t think i don’t know what ya mean by in most cases. Me? I ain’t envyin’ shite from anyone. I got anythin’ I want or I can get it.

Sayo: ... I envy those who have freedom from responsibility. There are days I long... no, nevermind.

Rahya: Um... well... I ain’t... I’mma guessin’ I envy them folk who ain’t frightened of nothin’? But I ain’t like sour at ‘em for it or nothin’. Just wishin’ I was more like ‘em... Eynwyda: Greater strength.

Meichi’a: Two words this time. Well, we seem to be improving, don’t we? Ah! That glare again. Maybe... would you care to switch places? No? Okay. Ahem. No, I am most certainly not trying to avoid the... fine! If you must know? Those who have found their soulmates and kept them close. It’s a rare gift and one which far too many take for granted.

Rhoe: People with someone reliable to turn to. You’d be surprised how rare it is.

Charity is concern for, and active helping of, others. Do you believe yourself to exhibit this virtue? Be it yours or another’s, what act or moment stands out for you as a charitable one?

Yuti: ... I l-like to think I am, t-though certainly I am n-not a paragon of it. M-most healers w-will spend their days helping others b-but to me the greatest p-paragons of virtue a-are those who do well f-for others without e-even thinking of it. T-Tyr comes to mind...

Reri: Yeah, I’ll bet she does. Charity’s a waste’a time. Ya help others if it is for a reason, like makin’ the tribe stronger. Charity for the sake of charity is just breedin’ weakness.

Sayo: Charity is a noble virtue. To help others is to demonstrate the strength of one’s own soul. Those who are less fortunate should be elevated and assisted. It is only honorable. Eldest always says that we are only as strong as our weakest member.

Rahya: Um... I ain’t sure I’m that chattyrble. I ain’t gotta lota stuff to give folk or anythin’... but folks are real nice ta me. I figure the most chattryble person I know is Aki bein’ as she’s always givin’ away money an’ throwin’ parties an’ stuff.

Eynwyda: I am not particularly charitable.

Meichi’a: By Halone’s fury, an actual answer! Ah! To do a good deed is a balm for the soul. Few things are as delightful as bringing a smile to the face of others. Of course if that smile happens to belong to a lovely lady, well, all the better, no? Nobody said charity can’t ever benefit the giver as well, yes? ... what IS with all these looks?

Rhoe: Charity is all well and good as long as it makes sense. Giving away your last gil to a pauper may make you feel good but it won’t actually help anything. Better to get the pauper a job. That’s the kind of charity I can get behind.

Gluttony is the desire to eat or consume more than you require. What is the one thing best guaranteed to show off your gluttonous side?

Yuti: F-fish, t-to be honest. I r-really can’t get enough of m-most seafood. I p-probably should be c-careful about that.

Reri: Booze. What? You want more than that. Booze. Alcohol. Spirits. The good shite. What more do ya want?

Sayo: ... It is improper for a flower to overindulge.

Rahya: Um... I ain’t never really had much ta overeat with... so maybe sweet stuffs? I’ll eat a lotta sweet stuffs if I can, even if it ain’t so good for me ta do so.

Eynwyda: Meat.

Meichi’a: I’ll let that one slide.... mostly because I fear this dear woman may belt me if I don’t. Ah, what doesn’t? A good meal, good drink, good music, good company... life is to be lived. As long as it brings joy I don’t feel one can over-indulge.

Rhoe: A good glass of wine usually.

Fortitude is never giving up. With as many strong willed people as there are here, I imagine this will prompt good responses. What is it you would never give up on? Is it a person, a goal?

Yuti: ... H-helping the people i care about. M-most of whom I think genuinely need it. E-especially those I k-know can do a-amazing things if only they h-have the support. I f-figure if I haven’t a-already given up on Lloire or L-Leera, I’m n-not doing it anytime soon.

Reri: I don’t give up on anythin’. If I can’t do it then I’m dead. If I’m not dead then I’m plannin’ how ta do it. If you give up then yer already done livin’. It’s just yer walkin’ around in your corpse for a bit after.

Sayo: I have come to Eorzea with a goal and I will not give it up easily. I intend to find my own achievements here.

Rahya: Um... I... I ain’t so sure I’m gonna answer this question so well? Bein’ as I give up on a lotta things. I’m tryin’ ta get better though... so I guess that’s it? I ain’t givin’ up on not givin’ up? I don’t know if that even makes no sense.

Eynwyda: Improvement.

Meichi’a: Living. I have a life to lead and I intend to lead it, no matter where the Weaver’s threads take me. Simple enough, no?

Rhoe: I agree with the prissy boy, actually. Living is a challenge in itself. I’ll stick with that.

Lust is a powerful craving for things such as sex and power. Do you feel that you give in to those temptations easily? What do you lust after the most?

Yuti: I... w-well... t-that is t-to say... I’m a... I mean... I... I d-don’t give into t-temptation easily I feel. I’ve... t-that is... c-can w-we leave it there? T-this is a humiliating question.

Reri: What the Snowflake is sayin’ is that yes, she wants ta screw. So does probably everyone in this room except maybe ol’ one-eye over there seeing as I’m not entirely sure she can dress herself in the morning from the way she talks. That’s my answer by the way. A good battle an’ a good lay. It’s not a temptation, it’s what I want an’ there’s nothin’ wrong with it.

Sayo: I... t-that is to say all people have temptations. Learning to control and master them is an important part of being a second daughter. Not merely temptations of the flesh but of the spirit as well. Any further answer would be improper.

Rahya: *mumbles uncomfortably* I dress myself awful good, even if I ain’t fashionable ‘bout it or nothin’ like that.. o-oh. Um. Right. Ya questionin’ me. Um. I’m figurin’ I ain’t doin’ that stuff much. I’m happy huggin’ folk an’ I ain’t wantin’ ta be powerful. I’m right happy wit’ everythin’ I got right now.

Eynwyda: I control myself.

Meichi’a: Ah, but I am afraid that the craven temptations of the flesh are oft too much for me to overcome. When the spirit is weak and the flesh is oh-so-willing, I feel I sometimes allow my, ah, baser impulses more free reign than I should. There was this once charming lass, so delightful and vivacious, but I swear she never told me she was enga-

Rhoe: Right, I don’t really want to hear about that. In my line of work you can’t really give into temptation easily. Too many baleful magics love to prey upon weakness. Anyone who gives into lust, physical or otherwise, probably is getting their soul eaten the first chance they get.

Justice is being fair and equitable with others. It is the guiding principle of certain Dark Knights. Do you believe in justice? Is such a thing possible in the world we live in?

Yuti: Y-yes. I believe in justice. I d-don’t think it’s synonymous w-with laws but I believe i-it exists. Everyone must f-find their own morality a-and their own guiding principles. W-we can make the world a fair place for a-all.

Reri: Ta steal an old phrase: There ain’t no justice, there’s just us. The world ain’t fair or equitable. It’ll eat ya up and spit ya out and not give a damn. Tryin’ ta hold ta some idea of justice is a nice way ta get yerself used. Ya hear that Snowflake?

Sayo: Rules and laws exist for a reason. The justice in those rules may not always be obvious but it exists. However justice must be tempered by restraint. Unlike some I do not believe justice goes hand-in-hand with violence, though sometimes it is unavoidable.

Rahya: Um... I don’t really know what ya mean by justice, but I’m figurin’ that being fair is just a good thing, right? So... I believe in bein’ fair. I like it when folks are fair ta one another. I ain’t seein’ why it wouldn’t be possible.

Eynwyda: Justice is born of strength to uphold your convictions. Nothing less.

Meichi’a: My, we’re up to two sentences now. I certainly believe in justice... though I fear it is not something I think the world gives us easily. The rich are rich, the poor are poor, and no amount of ‘justice’ will change that. One can strive to be as fair and equitable in their life as they like, but the world as a whole? No, my dear sir, it is not one that welcomes justice kindly.

Rhoe: Justice is in the eye of the beholder. You find what you think is just and you do it. Anything’s possible in this world. It just depends on if it’s probable to survive doing it.

Anger is the loss of rational self-control and the desire to harm others. Are you one to lose control to your anger? What was the worst case of letting it loose that comes to mind?

Yuti: ... Yes. I h-have a problem with my temper. W-when I see friends hurt o-or people I c-care about suffering... I... I’m n-not the best at keeping myself in check. T-Tyr has helped with that but... t-to be honest the worst anger isn’t h-hot. It’s cold. T-the worst thing I e-ever did in a r-rage wasn’t b-boiling anger. It w-was when I knew exactly w-what I did... a-and I h-hurt someone rather badly because of it.

Reri: Snowflake, I’m gonna drag that story outta you some day because I’m actually startin’ ta get curious. Probably gonna disappoint the Hells out of me when I found out ya slapped an idiot or somethin’. Oh, don’t give me that look. Yeah, I’ve gotten angry at folk. Killed some folk too. Can’t say I ever lost control though. I know what I’m doin’. My knife doesn’t find its mark by accident.

Sayo: Self-restraint is a virtue that I strive to uphold. I have felt anger but I have never allowed it to overwhelm me. Anything else would be... unseemly.

Rahya: Nope! Nononope! I ain’t gettin’ angry at nobody. I ain’t likin’ bein’ angry ta be honest. It ain’t feelin’ good. I’d rather give someone a hug an’ alla that. If someone does somethin’ i ain’t likin’ I just... I ain’t wantin’ ta be around them is all. Not hurt them none.

Eynwyda: I remain in control. If I do not, people die. It has happened before.

Meichi’a: ... M-maybe I should be a bit more cautious about my jibes. They are all meant in good fun, my dear woman! All in good fun! Ah... as for myself? No, I do not get angry easily. There’s little point in it, yes? I don’t favor harming others. I admit it puts me in a right temper if I see a maiden being harmed though. I’ve issued more than one duel challenge on behalf of their honor! ... few accept though.

Rhoe: I get angry from time to time but I don’t lose control. Well, not often. I’ve had some bad relationships. Once threw an ex out of the house in his smallclothes in the middle of winter. He deserved it though.

Prudence is care of and moderation with gil. This one is a bit simpler. Are you a gil-pincher or do you spend with abandon?

Yuti: I’m c-careful with money. N-not because I’m a s-spendthrift o-or anything b-but just because it’s p-prudent. I-it’s not wise to waste g-gil now t-that could be useful later. I s-splurge s-sometimes but... o-only rarely.

Reri: Gil ain’t worth a damn thing burnin’ a hole in your pocket. I spend if it I want ta and i earn it if I need it. Savin’ for later if you got somethin’ you want now doesn’t make sense. Ya could be dead in a day and then that ‘hard-saved’ gil is just goin’ ta buy whoever killed ya a good drink or a cheap lay.

Sayo: I am ever impressed by your ability to make every answer crude, Miss Kyis. I am very careful with my gil. One must be. To spend it wildly means to be without it should the need arise. Should I run a household someday I will also need to know how to best manage the finances. It is an expected skill for any daughter.

Rahya: Well, I ain’t ever had much gil, so it ain’t really a question I can answer. Um... I spend what I got but it’s mostly cuz I need stuff. Most gil I ever had was when Aasifa gave me the Starlight gift an’ I spent that on my an part mant right away I did. So I guess I’m spendin’? I ain’t abandonin’ it though, I’m always given it ta the folks I’m buyin’ from.

Eynwyda: I spend when I need to.

Meichi’a: Ah! What is money but the passport to experiences? Perhaps my life would be easier if I held onto my gil but easier isn’t the same as worth living, now is it? Better to spend gil on a night of good cheer and good company than to have it upon you unspent. After all the luster of coin can scarcely compare to that of a charming smile or a rousing song, yes?

Rhoe: I’ll take the happy medium, thanks. You don’t need to spend every gil you get and you don’t need to horde it like a dragon. It’s kind of a ridiculous question when you think about it. There’s an answer: don’t be an idiot.

Yuti: No. Material g-gain isn’t important to me. T-the most valuable things I h-have are people, not things. I’d g-give every gil I had a-and more so i-if it would help my friends a-and those close to me. I-it’s nice to have things b-but I’m h-happy with what I do have.

Reri: For once I agree with the Snowflake. Treasure ain’t worth shite on its own. The act of aquirin’ it can be fun but that’s about it.

Sayo: My family has not become comfortable and wealthy through luck. One must work to acquire what one needs and then have enough extra for emergencies. I suppose you could call that greed? My sire is not fond of spending money he does not have to spend but Eldest gives freely within her limits. I can see the value in both sides.

Rahya: I’ve gotta slime an’ a flower an’ frankly I’m thinkin’ that’s already more luck then I can rightly ask for, so I ain’t askin’ for more.

Eynwyda: Wealth is a means, not a goal.

Meichi’a: I must echo what seems to be the common consensus. I’d be a liar if I said there wasn’t a satisfaction in the feeling of gil in hand, but it’s a momentary distraction at best. There are far more charming vices than greed after all. The greedy die alone. At least those who are lustful or foolish oft die with others. To die alone is the saddest thing of all.

Rhoe: I like getting paid. I’ll do work pro-bono if it’s interesting but it’s a lot more interesting when I know there’s a good meal and another month’s rent in it. You can call that greedy if you want. I think it’s common sense.

Yuti: I... d-don’t know to be honest. M-maybe... s-seeking comfort. I t-tend to k-keep things inside a-and not speak openly t-to most. T-though I have good reason for that.

Reri: *raises hand* Yep, good reason number one right here. Ya can be honest, Snowflake, ain’t nobody in this room who doesn’t think I’m a nasty bitch. An’ as for me? Nope. I want somethin’, I do it. What the Hells would I abstain from?

Sayo: ... many things. Restraint is also a virtue. It is not proper to allow your desires to run away with you. It is unseemly and immodest. There are things I wish I could do, but I have my duties.

Rahya: Um.. lotta things really. I ain’t... really so brave an’ I don’t do a lotta things even if I’m wantin’ ta. I’m tryin’ ta get braver though! I’m goin’ places an’ I used ta not do that so... that’s kinda my answer?

Eynwyda: Yes.

Meichi’a: ... Wait, it’s my turn? That was her answer? Can I just say yes too? Sigh. Yes, of course there are. Many things. I’ve been offered plenty of temptations, sinful and otherwise, and abstain for a variety of reasons. You would be shocked how many married women offer a place in their boudair, but that is simply not a risk worth taking. It’s not gentlemanly at all to intrude upon wedding vows.

Rhoe: I suppose. Everyone does. Sometimes I get jealous of people like the prissy boy or the nasty bitch. It’s got to be a relief to not give a damn and just do whatever you want. That doesn’t mean I’m going to do it though.

Sloth is laziness and the avoidance of work. Somehow I don’t see that being of much concern with this group, but what would you say is your laziest habit?

Yuti: ... t-to be honest I’m r-rather bad about organizing my room if I d-don’t have to. When I p-put a book down I tend to leave it lying wherever I put it. S-sometimes it can become a r-real mess if I’m in the middle of research.

Reri: She ain’t lyin’. You shoulda seen her room back home. She *slept* on books somehow. Me? I ain’t lazy. Lazy means yer dead. If I got a lazy habit, it’s stayin’ in one place for too long.

Sayo: It is improper to be lazy. To work your hardest is to show pride in what you’re doing. T-that is not to say I’ve never cut corners from time to time. I... have a rather shameful habit of sleeping in late when it is cold. D-don’t look at me like that please. Blankets can be very comfortable... Rahyda: Oh! Oh! Can I agree with that one? Because ever since I got me blankets I’ve been wantin’ ta sleep in a whole bunch! So that’s my answer! Sorry if’n I’m stealin’ ya answer, Miss Sayo, but I’m agreein’ with it. Eynwyda: Laziness is death.

Meichi’a: ... Well, aren’t you all a bunch of hard workers? Now I feel rather ungainly answering. Yes, I am lazy. Everyone is, i suspect, even these remarkable people. I ride when I can walk, I sleep in late, I leave dishes unwashed... sometimes you simply just don’t feel like doing something, isn’t that right?

Rhoe: I’m terrible about filing paperwork. It takes me ages to get everything properly organized.

Meichi’a: Really. Paperwork. Did you just choose that to make me look worse?

Rhoe: No, you do that fine on your own.

Yuti: .. W-well, y-you seem very nice. I’m n-not sure why you g-gathered all of us h-here but you’re v-very patient. S-some odd questions though...

Reri: Eh. 6/10. Ya got a crappy mustache. Either grow it out or shave it off. What you weren’t askin’ about that? Well, it’s still a shite mustache.

Sayo: It is an honor to answer your questions. They give me much to think about.

Rahya: Ya a real nice fella, even if I ain’t understandin’ everything ya askin’ about. Eynwyda: ...

Meichi’a: Ah, my dear sir. It has been a thorough pleasure to answer your questions. Especially as you offered me a fair amount of gil to do so. Rhoe: You have some weird taste in interviewees.

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(Note: This is an interview scene between the last remaining member of the cult responsible for the destruction of Zion Mountain and a young intern whose loved ones were lost during this tragedy.) Continued from Part 2-- KC: As the days passed, I spent them barricaded in my own apartment. After all I had witnessed that night, I couldn't bring myself to come out and face everyone, knowin' damn good and well they were completely ignorant to what was really goin' on. When you finally open your eyes to the truth, the pain begins to become unbearable. I spent my entire life wearin' rose colored glasses, seein' the world with this warped ideology that I had convinced myself made complete sense when in reality....it was absolutely batshit insane. You've got to understand. This was all I had ever known, from the time I was just a little kid all the way up to when I was your age. From the moment you start to show the ability to have some awareness for yourself and the world around you...that's when they cram it down your throat. I know what you're thinkin'--Did anyone ever step up and say, "Hey, we think you're full of it, please stop"? It wouldn't have done any good. In fact, it would've been worse. It was too far beyond anyone's control by then. Zion Mountain had been doomed for generations. The tragic part is...they couldn't see it comin'. They couldn't see the reality for themselves, that their God was a monster who wanted nothin' more from them than their obedience. Obedience...all it did was make it easier for Kalona to destroy them. God always has a plan for us, right? By this time, no one was capable of makin' decisions for themselves. They had become so reliant on the church that their ability to think had completely ceased altogether. About a month before the Incident, Zion Mountain went downhill and collectively lost its shit. I don't know who in the hell told people about the situation with Kalona and how he needed "energy" in order to become whole again, but I'm startin' to wonder if it wasn't Joseph. The people reacted to this just as you'd expect. LM: Judgin' by the aftermath, they took the news pretty well, right? Their God was real and by default...that gave them the right to do anything they wanted? KC: You hit the nail right on the head. Things started gettin' pretty bad over there. See, there were rumors goin' around that the Feds had sent a few agents into town to infiltrate the cult and take it down from the inside. Whether it was true or not remains to be seen. Even I don't know if it was true or not, but here's what I do know--a lot of good, honest people started to go missin' in droves. See, if you thought for yourself, you were dangerous. If you questioned the gospel, you were a threat. If you want to know the truth of the matter....I think a lot of people started to question what they has just been told. Even as we're discussin' it now, it still seems a little far fetched. You're taught in any other religion that you can't see the physical form of whatever God you're prayin' to, that you can feel it deep within your soul. When you're told your god is no longer a concept, but an actual, living thing...it ruins it for you and lowers your expectations. When the church started seein' this, they had to retaliate somehow. The non-believers were just havin' a crisis of faith, right? They should see for themselves how great our lord and savior is. LM: And they were easy targets to be sacrificed... KC: That's how it was. No one felt bad for it. When you're that brainwashed beyond all hope, there's no escape. From the moment you were born, you were already dead on arrival, existin' as nothin' more than a hollow shell that pretends to be alive, to be human. Their words were all the same, repeatin' themselves over and over again like a broken record. If they had just thought about it and actually looked at Duncan's journals, they'd realize they were in deep shit. Instead...they had become nothin' more than sheep that were bein' led off to the slaughterhouse by an evil God who never cared about them in the first place and I did nothin' to stop it. LM: Correction--you were in no position at the time to stop it, even if you did have the chance. Think about it, what you said about people disappearin' after expressing doubt with the church? That could've easily happened to you. If you had said somethin' all those years ago and the cult found out...who knows what they would've done? If it means somethin'....I'm glad you're alive-- KC: Its easy for you to say that. Me? I'm tryin' my best to hold on every single day without losin' it. I know you mean well, but...why are you so nice to me? As far as you're concerned, you'd want me dead for bein' associated with the cult that killed your family. LM: Because you've suffered so much. They have used you and they have abused you, but somehow, they didn't destroy you. I think it's no coincidence that you managed to survive. Just by talkin' with you today...it's like a huge weight has been taken off my shoulders. I finally have the answers to the questions I've been so desperate to look for after all those years of bein' left to wonder what happened. If you died along with everyone else...the truth would've died along with them. KC: Thanks, man. Maybe it was by some weird twist of fate that I lived on while the rest of the cult died out. It's just my opinion, but just talkin' with you today got me to thinkin' about all the horrible shit they put me through. I'm torn, though. Part of me feels relief, but there's also sadness. It didn't have to come to this had they actually stopped for just a moment and thought about it. That's what makes it so sad to me. They believed in their own bullshit agenda for so long they convinced themselves it was the truth, the way things should be. They couldn't be reasoned with, they were so far gone. In the last days, their faith is what drove them insane. It was like livin' in a damn mental ward and the damn inmates were runnin' the asylum while security was takin' a nap. Aside from all the lives lost....the real tragedy was how many lives had been wasted, how many genuinely good people had fallen victim to this toxic way of thinkin'. Not only that, but...if they woke up and knew the truth about Kalona and what exactly he was, there wouldn't have been a Zion Mountain Incident. Belief is what gave Kalona power, along with the sacrifices made on his behalf. LM: If Duncan Yearwood was the founder of the cult, then what would he hope to gain from it? He was no more human than the next person, only he had fused with Kalona for a short time during the war. Was it based on the visions he had or was he bein' told to carry out 'god's will'? KC: That's a question I'm afraid will probably never be answered. Duncan kept a journal, which acted as the basis for the teachings, and he kept a pretty damn impressive record of almost everything that went on in his life. Unfortunately, the cult's inner circle wouldn't ever allow the contents of those journals to be brought into the light because...its some of the most disturbing shit you'll ever come across. All I know is that Duncan started the cult under his own power after the war had ended. When Kalona fuses with people, he has a tendency to stay that way until the host body dies years later of natural causes. Remember how I said he's like a parasite? That's what he does. He doesn't have a real reason to temporarily fuse with people because it kind of defeats the purpose, unless...unless there's some sort of underlyin' motive for it.

#my writings #psychological horror #southern gothic?#tw: disturbing content #Zion Mountain Chronicles #writing #Lovecraftian horror #get ready to be creeped out #work in progress

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okay, so like... Pesci is the youngest member and no one believed in his ability to take people down, partially because he didn't believe in himself. he knew this was the case (and this is before prosciutto took a liking to him), he would be rebellious in his own smol ways. like questioning risotto's orders, or rather simply thinking about it and just choking up terribly (the crew just thought he might be sick) or being pouty. no one really minded.

so one-day babey boi decides to be disrespectful to the gang hideout and eats a banana and just sort of leaves the peel on the kitchen floor.

an ordinary day in la squadra. banana peel on the floor. Pesci has no kills under his belt and the way the gang treats him it doesn't seem like they'll let him take a job anytime soon. which means he does get paid...

AND THEN THE TIG'OL BIDDIED BOI HIMSELF STROLLS IN THE KITCHEN

long story short, risotto slips on the banana. due to the force of gravity combined with the massive weight of his own body and ends up knocked out in the middle of the kitchen floor. it was a huge thud I'm sure the people in the next building could feel. and the first one on the scene is the culprit himself.

at first, he was confused as all the rest of la Squadra at the sound, but now he was just confused why risotto was on the floor. but risotto was an intimidating man, even in what seemed to be his slumber...

"H-hey, Nero? You... you okay down there?"

no answer. so no danger? as he took a wary step forward he felt something slick slide under his sole and drew his foot back quickly. and there it was, the murder weapon. still not sure what happened he slowly picked up the banana, carefully eyeing his boss for any movement, and threw it away. I mean, what was even that point of throwing that thing, it was so stupid. and just as he started to walk away the series of events dawned on him.

Pesci killed risotto.

but, I mean, come on. was it really murder? has Pesci really killed anyone? maybe risotto wanted to die. maybe he did it on purpose. such a melancholy guy, right? but he knew better. _everyone knew better_

"I can't let them find out..."

boi's gotta think. "Is he dead? Did I kill my own leader? Heh... I guess he wasn't that strong anyways then but... that makes a traitor... THAT MEANS THE REST OF LA SQUADRA IS COMING AFTER ME! Oh... W-what do I do? I... I..."

breathing heavily and taking a good long look at the scene. "I mean... he slipped on the banana. heh, and that evidence is already gone." a few more moments of silence.

"PESCI! answer your superiors. what was that?" prosciutto has come to investigate the noise but there was no Pesci to be found. really? it sounded like he had done something stupid and... I don't know, leveled a- he... he leveled their leader? no, he couldn't... have?

prosciutto was stunned, for sure and he knelt down to his iron giant and put a hand over his chest. his heart was still beating but what had happened. he won't wake up.

_Enter Hospital_

it had been two days and during risotto's absence, things ran mostly the same under prosciutto except instead of being player two on missions and hardly getting an action, Pesci just didn't get action at all. he didn't go on any missions. not as the second wheel, not as the third wheel.

prosciutto still wanted so badly to believe that there's no way his boss could have been taken down by a mammoni(?) like him. he's still wet behind the ears, he doesn't know his own potential, assuming he has any. just what happened?

when risotto was awake and ready to take visitors, he seemed calm. just like his normal self. he sat up, reclined in his hospital bed awaiting the arrival of crew and one by one, they slowly, remorsefully entered the room. each of them thinking what happened to their boss? how could they let such a threat go unnoticed?

"how's your head?" prosciutto was the first to speak, a cool, calm, _thin_ tone layered over his worry.

"i'm alright," risotto answered, unemotive as ever

"nero we... we couldn't find any clues on who did this to you." "we're... sorry," gelato and sorbet whimpered out.

"that's fine. i know who did it. In fact, they're in this room"

shock filled the room. eyes were wide, glances were being thrown around. all around. all around were... enemies. pesci stared into the void and the void, risotto, stared back. everyone had been to busy throwing accusatory looks and conspiring to notice.

pesci was in a room full of assassins. murderers. and the one person they had any true loyalty to was put in danger by his own carelessness.

"I...," he started. "I... did it..." he whispered.

"I DID IT!" he repeated, screaming and falling to his knees, head to the floor. "I'M SORRY, IT WAS ONLY AN ACCIDENT, I DIDN'T MEAN TO JUST THROW IT THERE, I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD DO ANYTHING I-"

pesci continued to wail and beg his way out of this mess. the surrounding members weren't having it, however. they were leering, creeping in from all angles. thinking of how they can all punish the traitor leaving him just alive enough that everyone can have their fun. and just as formaggio grabbed him and lifted the fineapple to his toes by his collar

"Enough."

it was the low, ominous voice of their leader. calling them off? but why? this new guy is a traitor.

"Pesci," risotto reached out his hand, "come to me."

and like that the members of la squadra parted to give pesci space. it was quiet and the walk over to risotto's side seemed to take forever. pesci, though he wasn't instructed to, took nero's hand in his own

and for a while, time seemed to stop.

the gang was dumbfounded, eyes locked on pesci and still surrounding the small area upon the tile they were really to kill him just moments earlier.

then there was a deep sound. a deep rattling of sorts. seeming to be creeping it's way up a bottomless bit. it was slow rolling and ominous at first but as it grew in volume, risotto began to... smile? this man could smile? and you wouldn't believe what happened next. he laughed.

he was... laughing

"pesci," he wheezed out the boy's name, seemingly on a verge of losing his shit, "welcome to la squadra." and with that he pulled in pesci for a big ol hug.

this... this couldn't be right. this had to be a dream. a cruel ideal vision shown to pesci to let his senses escape from the torture. surely la squadra has killed him already and this was a ruse. a sick joke the devil would show him, his last happy thought played out before his soul rotted in hell.

i mean, iss really not that deep but like... yeah. this was real.

"b-boss...?" prosciutto questioned, approaching aggressively and standing in close quarters with pesci.

"i believe our newest member has earned his place today." risotto sat back up and rolled his shoulders back before reclining back into his bed, his face back to it's regular stoic expression.

"risotto. nero. what are you talking about? he tried to KILL YOU." prosciutto was beginning to question the mental fortitude of his leader. had that much damage really been done?

"but had he killed me...," he paused a smirk appeared and then was gone as quickly as it came. "it would have been the perfect crime. i'm proud of him, prosciutto. we all should be."

nero had performed a slow clap and the rest shuffled their feet nervously.

"tell them your story, pesci. this time they will listen."

the first time pesci's name had been called in a while. and the first time he realized that he didn't die. that he was still alive and this wasn't a dream. he had been commended by his leader after nearly killing him.

he turned around, prosciutto too close for comfort and glaring. at least for a moment. he huffed and moved, leaning against the nearest wall with his arms folded and waiting to hear what had really went down.

pesci told his story...

formaggio: yo nero, you're a dumbass ghiacco: if you wanted to die that badly, could have just made ice. no need for littering. illuso: hey, nero. /snatches the glasses of ghiacco/ ghiacco: hey! what the fuck?! illuso: i think you need these

illuso tossed the glasses onto risotto's lap and for a moment, everything seemed normal. not passione gang normal but just normal. a dude slipped on a banana just like in the cartoons and he's in the hospital. formaggio was leading the crowd with his standup routine of topical dark jokes and the whole room was absorbed in the moment. it was just guys bein dudes. what could be better?

and then i got lazy

anyways, after nero's discharge they all began to respect pesci at last. after all, no one had been able to best risotto before. he was a natural and the person who hated him the most at first soon became his aniki and sought to help him reach his full potential

the end

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