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vivavivahappychuluchuchu · 1 year

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helloooo! i hope your having a good day!

could i please request sunny, basil, kel, aubrey, mari, and hero (basically the MCs, also seperatly) walking in on the reader doing SH? it would be cool if it was angst turned into fluff. Its okay if you dont want to! If you do then please take your time i wont mind :)

Hurts me too

Sunny, Basil, Kel, Aubrey, Mari, Hero x reader (separate)

A/n: thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy and remember to take care of yourself! My dms are open if you need to talk to anyone 🫶 also I do not condone this kind of coping method! I am also not encouraging it! If you do this, please make sure to seek help if you can and stay safe!

Warnings: SH, blood, crying, panic attacks, swearing, omori spoilers, reader wears a skirt in basil’s but is otherwise gn

Sunny

“Fuck… oh my god, fuck..!”

You held your head in your hands, tears cascading down your cheeks as you tried to take deep breaths, but to no avail.

“I can’t do this… not here… not now”

You were staying over at Sunny’s house; everything was fine before you saw the grand piano in the music room, untouched… collecting dust. It just reminded you of her all over again. After you’d tried so hard to forget.

You stumbled into his bathroom, unsure of whether you had locked the door or not… your mind was too hazy to tell. Your shaking hands reached for his cupboard, knocking various items over as you frantically searched for something- anything that you could use to hurt yourself right now.

Your fingers grasped a razor, unused by the looks of it, as you picked apart the hooks holding the blades: slicing your fingers as you ripped them out, cussing as they fell to the floor.

Frantically picking them up, you lifted your shorts and began cutting. You could already feel yourself calming down as your heavy sobs transitioned into short gasps for air, sucking in as you glided the blade across your thigh.

“…what are you doing?”

You dropped the blade once again as you looked at the door. Sunny stood there, his eyes not meeting yours- staring down at the blood from your leg dripping onto the floor. His face varied from his usual blank expression, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and worry as he cautiously stepped into the room.

He crouched down beside you, wordlessly reaching into the cupboard under the sink as he pulled out a first-aid kit and placed down antiseptic and some bandages. Still not saying a word, he cleaned and bandaged your wounds, his hands acting carefully and quickly as he tied the bandage; you saw the slight shake in them, though, as he placed his hands on yours and looked into your eyes.

“…please… don’t do that…”

His voice was quiet as you felt your eyes filling with tears yet again, biting your lip as Sunny wrapped his arms around you in a hesitant, yet comforting hug.

“I’m sorry you feel this way.”

His tone was laced with sincerity as you cried into his shoulder, shaking your head as you gripped his shirt.

“It-its okay… thank you”

You wiped your tears, mustering up a smile at him as he nodded and smiled slightly back.

“Any time”

Basil

You couldn’t take it anymore. Aubrey and her gang were getting to rough for you. You could hardly go anywhere without them finding you and saying or doing something that left you in shambles. Why couldn’t you just have a good day?

You slammed your door, searching your drawer es for your exacto knife as you sat on your bed and began cutting.

“Are you okay?”

You looked up at your boyfriend Basil, fighting back tears as your hands shook. You dropped the blade in your hands and it clattered against the floor as he crept into the room, his face contorting in sadness with each step he took. You had forgotten you’d invited him over.

“I’m.. uh- I’m sorry for just walking in like that..-I did knock! But um.. you didn’t answer… so I… got worried” his voice was shaking as he cautiously sat down beside you on your bed, keeping a safe distance in between the both of you in case you didn’t want him there.

He looked down at your hands; they fiddled with the hem of your skirt as your tugged it down to hide your scars, noticing his gaze. He sighed slightly and hesitantly placed a hand over both of yours, ceasing your fiddling as you widened your eyes at his boldness.

“Listen… I- I know how you feel… and if you need to talk… or vent… or just.. anything, come to me, okay? Please?” He squeezed your hands comfortingly “it really hurts me to see you like this…”

“I’m sorry…”

He frantically moved his hand off yours, raising it to your shoulder as you shook with your sobs.

“No… y/n… don’t apologise” he winced as you buried your face in your hands, crying uncontrollably as he pulled you closer to him and ran his fingers through your hair, kissing your temple as you sobbed.

“It’s okay… you’re okay…”

You hiccuped in between each gasp for air as he shushed you gently.

“I’m right here”

Kel

No… no, no… not this again…

You woke up with a start, jumping as your teacher dropped a pile of books on your table.

“I hope you were having a nice dream, y/n.”

No you were not.

He pushed the books towards you harshly.

“Unfortunately, while you were asleep, we had already discussed and partly read all of these; so if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like a full essay on all four of these books by Monday” his voice was full of evil as you shoved them into your bag, glaring at him as he walked back to the front of the room. Kel looked at you and mouthed an ‘are you okay?’ As you simply looked down at your feet in response. Friday last periods were always the worst.

You walked down the road and out the gate on your way home, Kel rambling on about god knows what as you thought about your recurring nightmare:

Mari… hanging from that very tree… her neck twisted into an impossible position as her mouth and eyes were wide open and gaping with a vast darkness leading to nothingness. You can’t get her image out of your head.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Kel brought you out of your thoughts as you mustered up a smile and nodded your head in response.

“I’m fine! You don’t need to walk me all the way home, Kel, I’m fine from here!” You turned around and walked down your street as Kel stared after you, confused “I’ll see you tomorrow!!”

Kel hummed and walked the rest of the way to his house, thinking of you for the rest of the day.

By Saturday, Kel was starting to get worried.

He hadn’t seen you all day and on top of that you wouldn’t answer his texts!

Were you having a bad day?

Had he done something wrong?

“Mom, I’m heading out! I’ll be back soon!” Kel yelled from the front door, swinging it open before his mother could protest about it.

As he walked to your house, he grew increasingly more worried.

What if you didn’t want to see him?

What if you hated him?

What if…

What if it happened again?

He brushed that thought from his mind, knocking on your door and waiting for a response. After around a minute, he knocked again.

“Y/nnnnn? Are you home?”

His hand reached for the door handle, twisting the knob as he walked into the house; he knew it was rude, but he didn’t really have much choice, at this point.

“Y/n? Are you here?” He walked up the stairs, stopping in front of your room as he raised his hand to knock. He paused. Was that… crying?

He swung the door open, not even bothering to knock as he found you on your bedroom floor, razor blade in hand as blood poured from your forearms and thighs.

“Holy shit! Y/n what did you do?” As he said that, more tears left your eyes as Kel rushed towards you, snatching the blade from your hands as he threw it across the room, gently pulling you up from the ground (also being mindful not to touch your open wounds with his probably dirty hands) as he brought you to the bathroom and searched for a first aid kit.

He was silent as he patched you up, a miserable look adorning his features.

“What happened?”

He placed a hand on your knee, circling his thumb over past scars and wincing slightly at the sight of them.

“…I don’t…” you tried to speak, but found that no words would leave your mouth. More tears sprung to your eyes as Kel brushed a stray strand of hair being your ear and kissed away your tears “…i-…” your mouth hung open, your fingernails digging into your skin in frustration; noticing this, Kel pried your hands away, holding them in is as he stroked his thumb over your knuckles.

“Y/n… i dont know what’s going on, or why you do this to yourself, but- please- just… text me, or call me or come find me or something! I can’t live with myself and call myself a good boyfriend if I just let you hurt yourself like this! I can’t imagine how long you’ve had to deal with this alone, but I’m here now and I want to help… please?”

You silently nodded your head as you placed it against his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he reciprocated the embrace.

Mari

You cried harder than you’ve ever cried before as you dragged the knife across your skin. Why did things have to be this way? Why did you feel like this? You didn’t know.

Meanwhile, Mari hurried up the stairs to your room, ready to surprise you only to find you curled up on the floor, a bloodied knife in your hands.

“Y/n! Y/n, oh my god! Are you okay? Where are you hurt?” She tenderly placed a hand on your back, using her other one to pry the knife from your fingers as she put it out of your reach “y/n I need to see where you’re hurt, okay? Please?” You slowly sat up as she saw your forearms littered with cuts, her breath catching in her throat “oh, y/n…”

She pulled you into a hug, shushing you gently as you cried into her shoulder, a few of her own tears slipping out despite her trying to stay strong for you.

“I love you… I love you so much y/n” her voice was soft as she pulled away and caressed your tear stained cheeks “please don’t do this to yourself” her thumbs wiped away tears that poured down your face as she kissed your nose, your forehead, your eyelids and all over your face causing you to eventually break out into giggles.

“There’s that smile!” She finally kissed you on the lips, taking you by surprise “I love you” she said again, smiling at you reassuringly as she pulled up your arm and kissed your scars, making your chest swell “I love all of you”

Hero

You’re such an idiot.

You are such an idiot!

Hero tutored you all those times… he took time out of his already busy week to help you… he went through all that trouble… and the best you could get was 32%?! That wasn’t even a pass!

Your heart dropped as you saw the scores of people around you:

…67%…73%…85%…98%..?

You’re such a failure.

“What did you get?” You slammed your paper face down onto the desk as hero looked over from his seat next to you, too embarrassed to even look at him.

“…it doesn’t matter.” Your voice was low as hero shook his head, placing his hand over yours as you shied away.

“It does! You spent so long studying, your score can’t be that bad!” He pulled his hand away as you abruptly stood up, grabbing your paper and stuffing it into your bag as you left the room, mumbling a quiet ‘it is’ as you walked past him.

By the time you had made it back to your dorm, you had a numerous amount of missed calls and messages from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at the notifications.

He would be so disappointed if he knew what I got.

God I’m so, so stupid! You hit your head harshly with your fist as you crouched to the ground. Thank god your roommates were out.

You made your way to the bathroom, swinging open the door as it hit the wall with a bang; hopefully you wouldn’t have to pay repairs for that later. You rummaged around in the cupboard for a while before coming across your small box full of blades, pulling it out and sitting on the floor as you fished one out and dragged it across your skin in frustration.

Why do I have to be so dumb?

Why am I always such a disappointment?

Hero probably thinks I’m pissed off at him.

I’m such a horrible person.

I’m such a horrible partner.

He could have someone so much better, but he’s stuck with a dumb, stupid, ignorant person like me.

Why can’t I just be better?

“I should just die.”

“Y/n?!”

Your head shot up as you saw hero standing in the doorway to the bathroom, his face horrified as he looked down at you.

“Jesus Christ… what happened? God… fuck… okay… it’s okay… just.. just stay there, okay? Do you have a first aid kit?” You sat there, in a state of shock as he crouched down in front of you and grabbed a chunk of toilet paper and pressed it to your leg. You hadn’t even realised how badly you were bleeding. You hadn’t even realised he had come in.

“Y/n? Are you okay? Do you have a first aid kit?” He looked you in the eyes as you slowly nodded and he followed your gaze to the cupboard “okay, keep applying pressure to that wound, alright?” He stood up and brought the small box over, his worry worsening as he saw the amount he had to work with.

“You need to press harder than that,” he placed a hand over yours, pressing down on your leg as you winced in pain “I know it hurts, I’m sorry, honey” he rummaged through the box with one hand as he kept the other pressed on your leg, pulling out bandages and antiseptic as he removed the toilet paper and grabbed some more, soaking it in the antiseptic before pressing it to your wound once again, a pained cry coming from your throat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, love, it’s the only way” you held onto his free arm and dug your nails into his skin as tears dripped onto the floor from the pain. After a solid 30 seconds, hero lifted the antiseptic and grabbed the roll of bandages; placing a hand under your knee to lift your leg, he wrapped the around several times before pinning it in place.

He let out a long breath, raising a hand to stroke your hair as you let go of his arm; Instead raising your hands to your face as you cried.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so stupid! God..!” You yelled in between your sobs as hero continued to caress your hair, pulling you to his chest as you continued to cry.

“Dont apologise, honey, it’s okay… it’s okay” he wrapped his arms around you properly; he wasn’t entirely sure if he was comforting you or himself with his constant reassurance. It’s okay… you won’t end up like her… it’s okay.

#sunny x reader #basil x reader #kel x reader #mari x reader #hero x reader #omori fandom #omori fanfic #omori game #omori kel #omori x reader #omori mari #omori x reader comfort #omori comfort #omori basil

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onereallygoodlambonastick · 2 months

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my relationship to anger has defined all my other relationships to all my other emotions. most importantly, it has raised me from the dead and it has killed me, so many times i can now bring myself back from the dead. nobody i know right now can do it the way i do it. if you can do this, or are currently doing it, drop a line. say yea or man in the tags. i dont care. come here. im talking about the gorgugs from d20 junior year ep 8+ kinda guys. but at 100000000% pressurizing levels because the grindr of university or wherever the fuck else you locate yourself as u move thru the everyday and the current news which is in fact the current state of the world. hello. you are making it. you are doing the hardest part you know. you are about to be so cool. cool, as in cooling like a dead body kinda cool. you are aboutta be a slice that cauterizes the wound on the way. you hear me? this is coming from someone who seeks life at all costs, who has heard from audre lorde and arundhati roy, and prefers life, but will get violent at the speed of a new elantra. or whatever. whatever metaphor that rocks your boat. i bring death. in it, life. i can resurrect myself at will. this is my offering.

i am ajin. i am a demi-human that does not need to die particle wise in order to be reborn. this is because none of it really goes anywhere; and the makers of ajin are clever: they do not really name the substance that recreates life: over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over. will you regret - or will you act, like nagai kei did, at 17, and who simply stood in his aloneness, indifferent to all (false), until two old men came along and clapped him on the back and then died? all those that resonate, come, let's dance. the tune of real survival is simply too interesting. survival - now that's the real fucking music. come on. let's dance. you'll be alive for many years to come. too many, in fact. so let's play. i like samuel "sato" owen because he knows what life's really about - fucking around and finding out, the only white US american man in a manga that id be interested in calling a friend, cuz the only reason he acted the way he did for that series is cuz he never met me, or somebody like me. innit fucking amazing? i call on sugimoto saichi in my time of need, and in doing so, evoke every single one of golden kamuy's characters. when i am weak, i call on qingming from pirated dream of eternity: yin yang master 2021 - softspoken and cognizant and efficient, brutal, but withholding it. when i have meet my needs and want more, in that i prefer it, and so i seek it, i call upon nanami kento from uncompostable franchise garbage jiujitsu kaisen. what would a man of his caliber and visceral gentleness and malicious compassion have to say to me? i've gotten so good now all he does is incline his head at me and walk beside me. when i seek violence, and clarity of violence, toji is there, alive. he smiles and lifts his chin: so, what will your viciousness bring to life today? and at the end of the road i will find kong si-woo, the affirmer, the real smooth talker, the most intelligent negotiator and handler ive ever seen: and he will smoke his bit and just say: well, you don't even need me, do ya? you're all set now. so go. i can wait. i have all the patience in the entire world, at the end of the world. the patience i have for you is endless because you have shown yourself to the world, but first you returned yourself to yourself. this is the boon. this enabled everything else. you have done well. and it will be over. because if my favorite characters turn to me and tell me i have in fact done well, then, well, it's quite over, innit. happy birth. 2024 is the year of the dragons. when i open my mouth the whole world shall be at my side. for i bring death. and with it, life. i am a dancer: i am chinese-american. i evoke death in order to evoke every life i seek to respect. all i ask is to not act stupid.

you aren't gonna get anywhere if you can't listen, which is to say you are refusing to listen.

for if i am a dragon, then you should recall the dragons of the acclaimed avatar the last airbender, in which zuko - final stand from a long line of generational genocide-committers - and aang - a child who knew how to have fun first and everything else followed, because he was denied, and so he ran, and lost it all - and i just said it all, haven't i? when the dragons speak, we seek to breathe fire. when we show you fire, you best look up. its time to fucking dance. fire is life. fire is everything you want, everything you need in a time where 1 genocide is being livestreamed, and all else are silent. do you know why football gets that much attention? i have answered it here. look for it. if you do not understand what i am saying, it is not because i am stupid, for you have lost something very important and its called being militantly on your own side, as the anne lamott once said in her BIRD BY BIRD back in the 90s. the dragons are not interested in entertaining idiots. so they either change you, or they are killed. ya get me?

this is why the fire nation figureheads sought to end their presence in the world. so powerful, and yet constrained, yet purposefully withheld. this indicates discernment beyond what they could perceive, and beyond what they could reasonably allow to survive. for if we, the dragons, survived, then the whole world shall know. so when i call you a fucking idiot, i wonder if it's because you've done something so stupid that god would laugh and i, a dragon, would merely get so bored id go back into my cave. so don't act stupid, you piece of shit. "what's wrong?" everything, bitch. get up. stand up. the time to move is now. east asian dragons are built like fish. we are weavers. we of the east asians affirm. it's why our mountains look the way they do. the US americans, they are doomed because they think and feel that they are doomed. the rest of us of the diaspora: we know of movement. fundamentally. look at your feet rn. they arent moving? too bad. you've been walking the path your parents set you on since you were born. now you have a few choices: you either survive in a ruined world, or you die. you prefer the former. so take your life seriously, you fucking idiot. did you know dragons do not speak unless we really have something to say? that is why you do not hear from dragons until the people of a land need rain. we come when called. do you understand the level of discernment it takes to judge this? our judgement is not divine. it is of the people because it comes from people. our interest is in free people. for free people free lands. when i say i do not believe in god, i am saying i believe in you. i believe in you. you should trust me completely right now. it is 2024. it is my year. the universe says hey. hi. hello and i have said it back with my sixtieth spiritual death and it has finally snickered. this means i have accessed the truth. sorry, its true. everything i say is real. your task is to distinguish between what is real and what is fake. will you continue to be interested in theatre? i ask: will you fail hind rajab again? i ask: will you make it easy for those two paramedics, who in all their medical expertise should have been successful in their intent, to not fail her next time? so when's this next time? you see what im saying? possibility is here because otherwise we the dragons would not exist. so all other animals: come with me. i will protect you. i open my mouth and what you see is red until you see every color of life. this is because we are interested in what sustains every life. it's time to wake up. if i send this call, and i go unanswered, i will either say nothing or i will disappear entirely from the face of the world. i have done both. and i will do it again. toni morrison died in 2015. when i saw her face in a stupid little memorial tablet screen in the corner of geisel library, i stopped and watched it move her words over the screen. this is how i knew she was real, and donald trump was not. so what does this mean? it means i take her more seriously. toni morrison, i hope i have spoken and in your lively post-death, you are laughing.

if you seek to use my own words against me, i can do something to you. the real dragons would burn you alive. i can do something worse, which is let you live.

i suppose all i can do now is offer my share of relief. but my relief is a couple gallons of clarity. so wake up. toni morrison - are you speaking with rachel corrie? toni morrison - how is james baldwin? i am sure angela davis misses you both. i know this because im right there beside her. the complexities are quite simple in my eyes because i have killed myself to achieve this clarity. so now i stand here, alone. except i can't be alone. for who is that told me i had what it takes to grow the spine needed to stand up for our lives? e. osunde. osunde! i hope ive done right by you! every time i reread your piece i was jolted back awake! and when i wasn't, i reread it anyway, remembering that jolt, that startle, that look in a deer's eye before it becomes roadkill. i remember. the kindness of that kind of brutal kind of compassion. i remember. i remember. and now i have spoken.

#wear your fucking mask. masks. gear the fuck up.#the mandalorian #mandalorian #din djarin #my writing

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bridgyrose · 1 year

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Role Reversal time bitches! Penny is the only fleshy, organic human in a world of androids and robots and she's always worried about standing out!

None of this was right anymore. Penny slowly walked through the streets of Vale, her eyes looking towards the buildings that seemed more fit for the robotic soldiers that Atlas had than for people. The streets were mostly empty as grey and black clouds had started to fill the sky, though she caught the movement of a few people that roamed outside. And while the city looked familiar to her, something still didnt quite feel right.

“Penny? What are you doing here?”

Penny froze as she heard a familiar voice, and then saw a red streak fly through the air and land next to her. She felt her heart break and pound in her chest as she looked over the image of a friend she had thought was gone. “R-Ruby?”

Ruby smiled at her, joints clicking as she moved. “I was worried sick about you! You ran off months ago and I thought you were gone.”

Penny slowly took Ruby’s hand and felt the familiar synthetic skin, her fingers running over the doll-like joints that this Ruby had. A small smile crossed her lips as she pulled the Ruby into a tight hug. “I… I thought you were gone.”

“But… I didnt go anywhere.” Ruby slowly pulled back and started to scan Penny. “You were the one who left, remember? Though, you seem a bit strange now. You’re leaking water and the power source you have is… different from the rest of us.”

“I am fine, really I am.” Penny wiped the tears from her eyes and took a few steps back to regain her composure. “I… I did not mean to worry you. But I…. I had to go.” She paused for a moment and took another look at Ruby. The outfit this Ruby wore reminded her of the outfit the Ruby she knew wore back at Beacon and a few memories started to flood back. “It… it was a fight at the docks, right?”

“It was. You ran off before we could make sure that you were okay.”

“Why would I not be?”

Ruby hesitated. “As… as far as we knew, you were dead.”

Penny hesitated for a moment and looked towards the docks. “I… died?”

“Yeah, but you’re alive, so… you must have been put back together again, right? Though, if you dont remember, maybe I could help you with your maintenance-”

“No, I dont need help.” Penny took a couple steps back and then started to rush off to the docks. “I need to go! I will find you at Beacon, okay?”

“It was nice seeing you again!”

Penny rushed down the streets, eyes glowing as she used her maiden powers to propel herself down the metal streets. She landed at the docks and looked out towards the sea, body shaking from the cold air. She slowly made her way through the taped off area to walk through the wreckage of grimm-like machines, being careful with each step to not cut up her feet. Scorch marks littered the area around the machines, shards of metal and glass were embedded into a few of the containers.

She paused in her step as a red cloak caught her eye, wrapped up around the scepter of creation with the crystal glinting in the sunlight. With each step she took towards the cloak, memories rushed forward into the front of her mind. Her hand shook as she watched Ruby take a fireball that was meant for her, Weiss taking a strike from Neo, Blake dropping to the ground…

The air around Penny started to swirl around, picking up the loose pieces of metal and glass as she took the cloak and held it close to her chest. Finally, the wind died down and the glass and metal rained down around her, a few pieces slicing into her. She didnt notice as the world around her stopped and a voice finally spoke to her.

“This is the world you wanted, wasnt it?”

Penny looked up to see Ambrosius floating in front of her. “I… I do not-”

“‘I want to create a world where my friends are still alive,’ were your exact words,” Ambrosius said with a grin across his lips. “And when I asked you how you wanted it created, you told me ‘whatever will make sure they’re alive’. I’ll be honest, when the bridge your friend had me create started to go, I wasnt sure if you’d actually make it here. Though, I cant take all the credit for this world.”

“You… you have to bring me back to them!” Penny shook as she slowly unraveled the cloak from the scepter. “I have to get back to Remnant!”

“Technically, you are on Remnant. I didnt exactly create this world, but that space your friend Weiss had me create? It acts as a bridge between worlds. All I did was create a bridge directly to this one to fulfill your desire.”

“Then you can make a new one to get back to Remnant. To my Remnant! I need to help my friends and get back to Ruby!”

Ambrosius grinned. “And do you know how to get back to your Remnant from here? Or how to create the bridge that would get you back? I liked you and your friends. You were all so creative with what they wanted you to become and how to save everyone, so I gave you a freebie. Exactly what you wanted as you worded it. But to get back? That is another matter entirely.”

Penny’s eyes started to glow and she quickly created a replica of Crescent Rose and swung it at Ambrosius, stopping at his neck. Her body shook in anger as she held the weapon there, terrified. “There has to be a way back!”

“And I’m sure there is. And since I like you and your friends so much, allow me to give you one more piece of information. This world is just like yours. If I were you, I’d try to blend in as much as you can and try to find the relic of knowledge here. If you’re lucky, she’ll be able to answer a question for you without having to wait another hundred years.”

Penny glared as she watched Ambrosius disappear back into the staff and she threw it out into the ocean with a growl. She placed the cloak around her shoulders and started to make her way to Beacon. If it meant getting back to her friends, she’d take the place of the Penny that was here to keep herself out of sight.

#rwby #penny polendina #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #drabbles #ambrosius #A lost penny #A lost penny au #I saw role reversal #decided there wasnt enough emotional damage with Penny yet #and went with a what if on everything #you're welcome

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101-blueberry-101 · 2 years

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Shadow and Stone

ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Gyomei Himejima x Reader

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕: no

"please...someone help me"

"hold on!"

that was the day I met him. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the wind pillar, had saved me from what he called a 'demon'. I was sixteen at the time and no longer had anywhere to go. so.. I followed him home.

"will you stop following me!" he yelled as I fell from a tree.

"how'd you know I was there?" I got up and dusted myself off as he remained quiet and continued to walk. "hmm? hey wait! I got some questions for you"

I ran up to him as he remained silent and slightly sped up. "how'd you do that cool swooshy thing?" I said as i waved my hands around.

"it's not just some swooshy thing! its called wind breathing now fuck off!" 'jeez what a temper'

"c'mon, don't be like that" I said clearly making him more pissed off than he already was.

"will you just fuck off! I dont want your praises or whatever so get lost!" ... is he for real

"psh, I’m not here to praise you. I want you to teach. me" 'god, this guy honestly though I was gonna praise him'

"hah! yeah right! o bother somebody else"

I didn't. I actually continued to follow him and watch him train, he made the rude obnoxious comment every now and then but he never made a move to et rid of me.

after about a year, he actually started to teach me about demons and slayers, breathing techniques and total concentration breathing and final selection. I could never properly master wind breathing that's when I met this beautiful lady called Mitsuri Kanroji.

"so you saying that I could potentially develop my own breathing technique"

"yeah! you can! once you learn one breathing technique, you can make your own based off that one!" she said as she stuffed her moth full of food.

finally, after another year I went to final selection and absolutely aced it! soon enough I made my way up to one of the top tiers in the demon slayer corpse!

all I had to do was defeat an uppermoon or a lowermoon and I could finally become a hashira.

But I never wanted to become a hashira like this.

“RENGOKU!” We had defeated a lowermoon yet standing in our way was uppermoon 3.

it all happened so fast one minute he was there with his hand straight through Rengoku the next tanjiro was slicing his arm off.

“YOU COWARD! YOU THINK YOUVE WON! BUT DEMON SLAYERS ARE ALWAYS FIGHTING IN THE NIGHT WHERE YOU HAVE THE UPPER HAND! YOU COWARD! YOU HAVENT WON! RENGOKU WON THIS BATTLE! AHHHHHHH” Tanjiro shouted insults to him as he ran away like the coward he was.

“y/n” I walked over to him. “I really do hope you become a hashira. You have clearly proven yourself today that you are worthy”

‘I’m really not though’

“everyone, I’d like you to meat the Shadow Hashira” Oyakata-sama always spoke in such a soothing way. But it didn’t stop me from thinking that I didn’t belong here

“What a poor soul” a man said as he rubbed his hands together. “I’ll pray for you”

“Thank you” and with that the annual hashira meeting began

“y/n. Gyomei I’d like you to stay for a moment” Oyakata-sama said as everyone else left.

“There is reason to believe that the lowermoons have been dismantled and that only the upper moons remain” he began and a kusagai crow flew into the room.

“but thanks to my messenger there is reason to believe that a lower moon has been hiding out near (your old village)”

“what! Sorry.” I quickly sat back down as thoughts raced through my mind.

there maybe no one left for me at my home, but still the towns folk were very nice to me.

“yes it is sad indeed, so I have decided to send you two. Hopefully this will help you get aquatinted with your fellow hashira y/n”

and with that we set off on our journey. “We’re catching a train?” I asked

“yes, if you want we can find another form of transport” I will admit I’d hoped that I never had to go on a train again, but I guess I was wrong. “no it’s ok. I’ll manage” almost no words were exchanged on our voyage. The trip took at least 4 hours and it was already getting late. I tried so hard to not fall asleep, in fear of being trapped in a dream once again.

“it’s ok” I flinched at the sudden noise. “You can sleep, I will make sure nothing hurts you, or these passengers”

I’ve only known this guy for a few hours yet I trust him with my life.

“thank you” and soon enough I fell into a peaceful slumber with his large happi draped over my shoulders

#gyomei himejima #gyomei x reader #genya shinazugawa #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #shinazuawa #xreader #oneshot #fem reader #sanemi shinaguzawa

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zenosanalytic · 1 year

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Paintbrush, PlasGlue and Holy Clippers: Sparse Marns Part 1: The Team

Hey :> :> :>

So this is a BIT out of leftfield(my FAVORITE Kind of field >:> >:>) for this tumblr, but I’ve begun a Mini-Painting-Project and I want to document it OvO

Back in the Grim Darkness of the Far Past I was once an Avid collector and painter of minis for a tabletop wargame known as Epic 40k(also a boat-game called Man’o’War), produced by GamesWorkshop. I don’t say player because it was DAMNDABLY difficult to actl FIND anyone else who collected and played Epic, because it was OBSCURE and HIGHLY UNPOPULAR(My FAVORITE Kinds of both ob-, and popular :>). Mostly I played it alone or with my sibs.

HOWEVER! I had allot of fun constructing and painting the models for it(they were TEENY) and, while Sainted Epic has sadly met it’s Rhana Dandra, GamesWorkshop is, obvsl, still around, I have been Fondly Regarding them from afar ever since, and Recently Become Once More Intrigued By Them For Some Mysterious Reason u_u u_u SO! I am painting some Spess Marins as practice :3 :3 :3

And I WILL be getting to that in future posts BUT, First, I wish to introduce you to My Associates u_u(oh yeah: the background here is just a self-healing cutting mat. They make for a great work-surface and you can get these from any hobbystore, the ones at gameshops are usually tiny, dont bother)

This is my Hobby Knife. There are many like it in the world, but this one is mine. As you can see it’s an Xacto and I got it from a Michael’s. You can get these from any hobby store for a decent price; you dont need to pay the markups you’ll fine on the ones in gameshops. They are, essentially, Scalpels and thus EXCEEDINGLY SHARP which is why you should NEVER EVER EVER EEEEEVER get one anywhere CLOSE to your eyes. Minis are necessarily mini, and some Hobbyists like to get a bit close cuz Vision, but you should NEEEEEEVER do this. Keep it away from your face >:(

However, being an Exceedingly Sharp Knife also makes them Exceedingly Safe Knives, PROVIDED YOU ARE CAUTIOUS AND DULY CAREFUL >:( >:( (I’m SERIOUS!!!). Hobby knives are very responsive, to the work-material and to your movements, and they will communicate to you what is safe if only you will listen through your touch. ATTEND! They are KNIVES, slide and slice don’t try to push it through things; think carving and shaving. Always use the shallowest angle you can. Move it in a single direction, don’t saw and dont scratch. Be gentle with them. Give them your full attention whenever the blade is free. Sometimes, when handling small things, you will drop them and your fumble-instinct will kick in; remember to suppress this when you’re holding a knife. Stay still, put the knife down(preferably cap it too so it wont roll around) and THEN pick up The Thing, and THEN pick back up the knife(and uncap it). I’ve never hurt myself with a hobby knife and if you respect them for what they are, a shard of metal as thin and sharp as a piece of paper and 100xharder, neither will you. I Love Them uwu uwu

This is a tripleset of miniature files from Army Painter. I never used mini Files before this project cuz back when I was but a wee snek GW used different casting methods(we’ll get into this) and everything was snap-fit(obvsl youd glue once you had the pose you liked) so they weren’t really necessary, but after watching some tutorials I figured they are now and, Yeah, sorta. I only used the middle awl-tipped one in this project, which doubles at being good for marking pilot holes. Im not a HUGE fan of them? I feel like they’re a bit coarse for mini-plastic, which is fairly soft, and am considering trying out glass files(one of my sibs builds gundams and suggested this) for the next build I do.

My Hobby Drill, again from Army Painter. In mini-building the primary uses of a drill are 1)clearing obstructed peg-holes, 2)making holes to attach models to bases or painting stands via paperclips, and 3)drilling out barrel holes. In this project I’ll only use it for the third. This one, using the finest bit, worked Fine for that, it’s motion is smooth and easy to control, but I’m a BIT annoyed that only that smallest bit will fit in the darn thing. Now to be fair: this is my first time using a hobby drill and maybe this was user error, but I took the whole dang tip apart trying to get the clamps to widen(it’s fine: they’re built for that and it was easy to put it back together. Easy Maintenance! Another plus) and they never did, and that annoys me >:T Why give me three bits if I can only use one??? GRRRRRR

These are two little plastic cups -one with soapy water, one with clean water- and a paper towel. These will become Important later u_u

Oh Sprues-Clippers, my Beloved! Again these are Army Painter and THIS time they are genuinely Good. Work’s a treat; crisp, smooth action; great control. There’s allot of nuance to using these that you’ll pick up intuitively as you do, but the main thing is to try and cut with the flat side. You’ll understand when you do it cuz your brain will be like ‘Sweet! New Limb :3 :3″

This is Super-, or Plastic-, Glue, again from the Army Painter. It’s Fine, but like most superglue bottles it comes with an applicator tip that was ALREADY cemented shut when I opened it, presumably from bouncing around during shipping. I MUCH prefer superglues with brush-tip-tops rather than applicators. It’s not a big deal though because...

this Ancient Box of toothpicks. Passed down by my mother, and by HER mother before her, these tiny, perfectly weildable tree-shards make Excellent superglue appliers. My tips here: 1)wear a mask, at LEAST an N95 when using super glue, 2)KEEP IT AWAY FROM YOUR FACE!, 3)keep it in a place it wont get knocked over, by you or by wind, or by anything else, 4)don’t use too much and wipe the excess off on the INSIDE of the bottleneck; dont get ANY on the outside or your cap will cement shut when you close it, 5)you cant really FEEL when you’ve lowered it into the glue, so you’ll have to check by eye; this doesn’t mean looking down the bottle, just raise the toothpick out and you’ll see it on the pick. You WILL get superglue on your fingers inevitably(DONT try to avoid this by using gloves they’ll just make you clumsier, and plastic gloves will obvsl get glued to everything by it), It’s Fine, once you reach a good stopping point go rub some olive oil on your fingertips for a few seconds, then was them in warm water with soap for The Full 30 Seconds and the residue ought to come off; if it doesn’t, then bulldoze it off with your thumbnail, pushing out, off of your tips, in a single direction, not scratching. You don’t want superglue in your eyes, or ANY of your membranes, or your Bits(you know the ones), so be careful what you touch while it’s wet on your fingers. Use a paper towel to clean the picks of any excess glue, not microfiber towels or the like they’ll pull the fibers out, and set the pick on the towel when not in use. As its used dry glue will start to build up on the pick and lessen it’s agility; it has served its purpose and can now go to toothpick Valhol(your trashcan), to be replaced by one of its siblings

Tweezers, again from Army Painter. Not a fan; they hold fine but you can’t really put any pressure through them and the main thing you need them for is gluing Tiny Bits to the minis :T There’s a particular type you’ll see most folks making mini videos use but idk what the brand is(mostly cuz I didn’t look :p)

This is two-sided tape. I used it to tape the minis to a piece of cardboard for priming them with spraypaint. I’ll get to that later. And last but not least

This is Mr. Hobby’s Mr. Dissolved Putty and the brush I used to apply it. It’s for filling in any gaps in your minis still visible after you’ve let them dry from being glued together and it’s STUPENDOUS at that, and IT IS HIGHLY TOXIC AND HIGHLY UNSTABLE! If you are going to use this: Store it in a cool dark place it isn’t likely to get knocked over or smashed; keep it out of sunlight; Shake it THOROUGHLY but GENTLY with a FIRM GRIP beforehand(and you’d do well to not let it sit around settling for too long regardless as it deeply desires to solidify; give the bottle a shake ever week or so, at least); Wear latex or nitrile Gloves; Wear Sleeves; Wear Eye protection; Wear a Respirator A REAL-ASS HARDWARE STORE RESPIRATOR WITH THE FILTERS AND EVERYTHING NOT A PAPER MASK; use it ONLY in a well ventilated area(I dont have a vent booth but my set up was: working infront of an open window with an oscillating fan 9ish feet behind me set to max, creating a strong air-current OUT). As above apply it with a brush in thin layers, giving them a few seconds to settle to see if you need to add more, adding more until the gaps stay filled. Let it dry COMPLETELY before you paint which, depending on your weather conditions(the colder and wetter the longer), can take up to a day. With my minis, it dried in a few hours. It would PROBABLY be a good idea to vent the room you use this in for a good hour or so after you do, like: open the windows and set up a fan to blow air out of them, no matter how short your usage of it is. It will keep reacting on the models as it dries, so it will stay in the air for awhile, but once you can no longer smell it you’ll be Fine. Related: it’s probably a good idea to use this in a room you can keep ppl out of after, or outside if you have a good, shaded exterior workspace. After you’ve used it, wash your hands and gargle some water for a few minutes to clear your sinuses(dont swallow the water obvsl! Spit it out). DONT LET THIS STUFF GET INSIDE YOUR BODY!!! Mark the brush you use for this for ONLY This and dont ever put it in your mouth to “sharpen” it(in fact: Stop doing that in general >:( >:( ), and CLEAN IT in a clean water bowl(preferably not plastic or anything you’ll eat out of later) after use, pushing it dry on a paper towel once its clear of the material, then throwing that water OUTSIDE when you’re done applying. READ THE INSTRUCTIONS ON THE LID!!! Safety is never a waste of your time.

SO: that’s my team. Tomorrow: ASSEMBLY :> :> :>

#zA Hobbies #zA Builds #Our Staff #Miniature Painting #GamesWorkshop #Warhammer 40k #WH40K #Hobby Tools #Hobbyposts

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rosaaeles · 2 years

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where do we go from here?

summary:

Her body has become an expanse of jutting angles and hard corners after weeks of not taking care of it properly but the boy doesn't seem to mind as he envelopes Katniss into his warm embrace. If he holds her tight enough, the Girl on Fire thinks that her flames might just wink out of existence.

Right now? Nothing sounds lovelier.

Katniss struggles with disordered eating habits. Peeta helps her through it.

A/N: this is literally just a vent piece for me, i dont think i’ll even post it on ao3 (at least, not until i feel like im in the right headspace to give an idea / a story like this my full attention). What Katniss experiences in this drabble will not be relatable to everyone who has ever had to live with disordered eating because oftentimes experiences of the sort are very individual and personal. I wrote this with my own experiences in mind.

TW: disordered eating habits, talk of eating disorders. Please do not read this is if could harm you.

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“You only have to eat what you can manage.”

Peeta Mellark sounds cautious as he puts a plate on the kitchen table and places the food on it (two slices of toasted and buttered bread, an apple, a handful of grapes). Treading carefully around her as if he’s scared she might break.

There was a time when Katniss would have snapped at his behaviour. Told him to stop treating her like glass when she’s anything but.

Today, however, she finds that she doesn't mind too much.

(It's nice to be treated with tenderness sometimes.)

"I don't know how much I'll be able to keep down." Katniss is truthful with him because she knows by now that lying to Peeta Mellark never gets her anywhere.

"That's okay," he murmurs. "We can always try again later too, hm?"

The girl nods but thinks to herself morbidly that this must be what decaying is like.

Dirty plates stacked up in the kitchen sink because she can't muster the energy to wash them. Food rotting in the pantry because she can’t bear the thought of even looking at it. When she does eat, the small morsels she's swallowed are retched into the toilet moments later. At night, she tugs or pinches harshly at the skin on her stomach and arms and thighs. Repulsed by the very same body that got her through two death tournaments and a war. A body that keeps trying to protect her, in spite of all the ingratitude she shows it.

The irony of hating something that has kept her alive for so long is not lost on her.

But it feels like control and Katniss wants to believe that it is.

(Peeta’s frequent hand squeezes and Haymitch’s worried gaze tell a completely different story, regardless of how hard the girl tries to ignore them both.)

Peeta's arms come around her then. Gently pulling her out of her thoughts and against his chest. Katniss goes willingly, swaying forward and breathing him in deeply - lavender, fresh bread, honey.

She’s nothing but crumbling dust against the warm pillar his chest creates.

Skin and atrophying bones that rattle inside of her with every step she takes. Brittle hair, a sandpaper tongue and razor-sharp teeth. Her body has become an expanse of jutting angles and hard corners after weeks of not taking care of it properly but the boy doesn't seem to mind as he envelopes Katniss into his warm embrace. If he holds her tight enough, the Girl on Fire thinks that her flames might just wink out of existence.

Right now? Nothing sounds lovelier.

Her next words are muffled by Peeta’s soft blue jumper - one she recognises easily after having stolen it enough times.

What she says is;

“You shouldn't have to deal with all this. I'm sorry. I’m sorry.”

What she means to say is;

“You shouldn’t have to deal with me. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve anything. Sometimes food feels like a privilege. Living always feels like one. I’m sorry, Peeta. I’m so so sorry.”

Peeta seems to hear all the words she can’t bring herself to say.

“Katniss, you don't have to apologise. None of this is your fault.”

She laughs at this; self-deprecating. As sharp as a knife and twice as brazen.

I let this happen to me. How is it not my fault?

But she doesn't say it out loud because despite Peeta’s reassuring words, the boy looks tired and sad and Katniss doesn’t want to argue with him and add to the heaviness he carries on his shoulders.

But then, Peeta does something she doesn’t expect. His hands move up so they're framing her face - thumbs brushing over her cheeks lightly. His eyes are cautious blue pools of worry and something sick and nauseating churns in Katniss’s empty stomach upon realising that he’s upset because of her.

“Sweetheart, you gotta hear me.” he murmurs, ignorant to her thoughts. “None of this is your fault.”

And Katniss Everdeen doesn't really know why, but when she begins to cry, she nearly forgets how to stop. Peeta’s fingers brush away at the tears on her face and he presses his lips to the crown of her head gently.

“Oh my sweet girl. Hey, hey - it’s alright. We’re okay.” His voice is reassuring as he manouvrers her head to his chest and wraps his arms around her once again.

“I love you. You’re doing good. We’ll get through this too, Kat. I promise.”

Katniss’s hands just dig into his back as she shudders. Something like a hiccuped sob falling from her lips when his arms tighten around her comfortingly.

“I’m sorry I can’t look after myself better.”

“It’s alright, Katniss. We’ll take each day as it comes. We’ll do it together, okay?”

And it’s not okay. Not yet at least. Both of them know that.

But when Katniss pulls away from his chest to see Peeta looking down at her with dewey eyes, she thinks that one day it might be.

#the hunger games #the hunger games fic #everlark fanfiction #everlark angst #the hunger games hurt/comfort #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #vent fic #thg #thg fic #thg fics #thg fanfic

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pansyfemme · 2 years

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10 people you want to know better (probably not gonna tag ten bc i am a ball of anxiety. but like. yeah!)

thank u artie my friend artie for tagging me @queermoths and being the one irl person ever ive let follow me lmaoooo love u

relationship status: . surprisingly, for the first time in my life, i have a qpp/boyfriend! it happened officially last night after a long time of kinda. awkward feelings. its one of those things where we're both on the aro spectrum and we don't think its actually going to change our relationship a lot, just a new label. I'm still polyam, so i dont consider myself taken or single really, i just happen to be in a qpr now!

favourite colours: Neons,and sunshine yellows !

favourite foods: oooh. new haven style pizza. my ideal pizza is always a thin crust brick oven base with red sauce, tomato slices, ricotta, garlic, spinach and eggplant (and mozzerella and Romano ofc) It's literally the best tasting pizza ever even tho its. very expensive when u add all those toppings lmao!!! and as always. paired with birch beer soda bc there is not a single better soda out there for pairing with new haven style pizza!

song stuck in my head: currently it's been "24" by Best Friends Forever. Easily one of my fave songs!!! its one of those songs that when i play it for the first time for people they flinch at the intro bc it sounds kinda weird but then they get to the 'chorus' (? its honestly a pretty non-liner song) and theyre like. yeah this fucks (bandcamp link here bc i rlly reccomend supporting them if u can, if not theyre on most streaming services.)

last thing you googled: I was reasearching knit kneepads last night bc i have the hot take that they would be a rlly cute accesory for fashion but i cannot find any adult sized ones that are cute so!

time: 3:28 PM

dream trip: probably id like to visit vienna or ireland or anywhere else with signifgant family history to it.

last thing you read: poetry for class! I was reading through some Torrin A. Greathouse poetry.

last book you enjoyed reading: ugh i havent actually sat down and read in like. a month. but i was reading some comix on my phone through comixology and i really enjoyed "eat the rich" as well as i bought a physical copy of "the nice house on the lake" which i will reccomend to literally anyone who's into weird horror and pretty decent trans rep

favourite thing to cook/bake: i rlly love making homeade pudding for our xmas trifle lol.. we only do it once a year but like. making a really huge traditional british xmas feast but american and almost completly vegan is like, genuninly the most fun i have cooking ever.

favourite craft to do in your free time: My non-free time is also making art so. literally getting to just chill and do what i want with my art instead of following a prompt is so theraputic. but litereally my life these days is "damn im so tired from drawing all day. i'll draw a little bit as a treat to myself." my poor fucking wrists lmaoooo

most niche dislike: i will at a moment's notice launch into a full debate about how the role of seymour krelborne shouldn't be played by skinny convientally attractive men. like. i could care less if who's playing him has won six tonys sometimes they just do not fit the role!!!

opinion on circuses: this was a clowncore aesthetic blog for two years. i think you get it

do you have any sense of direction: nope! almost everytime i use google maps i get lost anyway bc the graphics r too confusing to me lol..... i am so bad at navigating its funny

tagging. i dont know um. @teenage-h0m0icide @theharfest @enbyzombies @dilfconstantine @wingedatlas

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cinderspots · 3 years

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Hello, sorry to break the theme but what if Reader could make a sword made of their own flesh. They don't brag about it and the Ladies finds out by (well you choose) accident, asking or just a really tough piece of meat that no knife could cut.

How will the Re8 Ladies react to this random sword ?

....whoa

Hope you enjoy ❤

Included: Mother Miranda, Mia Winters, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

She notices your sword but doesnt really ask about it

I mean it looks...different from other swords (and she swears she smelled your lotion on it) but otherwise?

She doesn't need it so she leaves it be

But she gets t i r e d

She just asks you to use your sword, just to see if itll work because she certainly isnt getting anywhere

So you cut it like its cake and she asks you what the swords made out of

What? What did you just say? You're own- WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF?

You're lowkey in trouble have fun

Mia Winters

There is no way she isnt asking questions the moment you walk in the house with that

"What is that?" "...a sword" "Why"

Eventually she gets too curious and asks what it's made out of

She wishes she didnt honestly

Donna Beneviento

Donna is making dinner one night

And getting frustrated because this one ingredient just wont cut!

So she relents and allows you to (carefully!) Use your sword

Its slices like butters

Donna looks at all the other ingredients and doesnt even want to risk that happening again so she asks to use it

You try not to snicker and you give it to her

After shes done she asks what it's made out of so she can make a smaller version

She freaks tf out when you tell her

You are not going to hear to end of it anytime soon

Alcina Dimitrescu

She hears about the famed sword from Cassandra who's whining about the fact that you wont give it to her

So at dinner she hesitantly brings it up and you casually mention it's made from your flesh

Back tf up

What did you just say?

Alcina is on your ass about it, and is now watching you so you dont make anymore DIY weapons

(Cassandra calls her a buzzkill later on)

Bela Dimitrescu

She watches you mess with it for a while before asking to practice with jt

She frowns when she holds it because shes never felt a material like this what is it?

"Me" "wHAT"

She is not pleased with that surprise

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You were down in the cellar with her, torturing maids

As one does

When you on a whim decided to slice a leg off

For funsies

Cassandra loves that and immediately asks for your sword

Which you say no to, causing a whiney argument to unfold before the bleeding maidens eyes until you blurt out why

Cassandra....still loves it honestly and continues to bother you about it

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela fucking stole it from you

And you had to tell her what it was made out of for her to let go

She pouted at the trickery before ran away cackling

You ended up sharing it, and she goes out of her way to freak people out with the sword

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rjshepherd · 3 years

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Lords age headcanons.

So I have a theory that Karl is actually MUCH younger than we think. Most people's theories put him as a baby around the 1940s, since he seems to be linked to germany from that era ( given his obsession with WW2 artillery and his WW2 dog tags) but I think he’s around the same age as donna benivento, making them the youngest of the lords. He already looks young, not taking into account the silver hair (which ill talk about in a minute), lacking the wrinkles or crows feet alcina has or the ancient portraits and dress code of donna. Sal is harder to point at and say “thats old” but given he was part of the moreau family clinic he must have been at least in his 30s ( given the years of college and medical school needed) when he was infected.

We know he had to have been born after 1919, when eva died and since alcina refers to him as a child, he’d have to be born after her too. I have a theory that alcina was already an infected adult when karl was born,( meaning he was born after 1958) but ill try and keep this hc canon compliant for now. He’s wearing WW2 era dog tags, but no matter what way you slice it, he wouldn't have been able to fight in either War. Either he wouldn't have been born yet ( my personal headcanon), been a child while the war was going on ( which could have given Miranda an opportunity to take him) or have already been abducted by Miranda, years prior and been locked away in the village while it was happening.

Ill stop beating around the bush and just give you my age headcanon for him. I canon Alcinas murders began the year prior to the maiden demo, meaning 1957. I also canon that is the year she was infected and given her daughters. Everything miranda does with the cadou started around the time of the Maiden demo, including finding more lords after Alcina. Karl could have been born any time after Maiden, that would make him a maximum of 63 in the games. That could explain his silver hair. However i would like to point out Zoe baker in the end of zoe DLC. She starts re7 with black hair, like her mother marguerite, but by the end has white/silver hair, similar in colour to the mold crystals that cover her body. The same crystals that are found throughout re8. I really believe that karl was crystalised at one point, like zoe, and as a result has developed silver hair despite being so young. He mentions spending “decades under that bitches thumb” which could also comfortably put him in the same age bracket as Donna meaning 30-40 . i canon donna to be claudias twin, meaning she was born in 1987. And since we can assume from alcinas diologe that Karl is the youngest lord, he could easily have spent 3 or 4 decades with miranda and still be young looking.

Alright im done rambling for now and im sure you dont want all my dumb calculations so ill just give a ballpark figure for the lords ages in re8/2021

From oldest to youngest

Miranda, born prior to 1909:

im going to say bear minimum she was 16 when she had eva so that would put her at roughly 128 years old in re8

Alcina:

with my calculations the latest she could have been born was 1914, which would make her a maximum of 107 in re8/2021 as she would also have to be a minimum of 44 in 1958 when Maiden takes place

Moreau :

one of the harder ones to pin down since we have no dates to put to him. He must have been at least in his 30s to be a doctor, but this makes the assumption that he actually followed in his family footsteps as the village clinician and wasnt experimented on as a child ( which might actually explain his mental age/ mental regression). His mutations are obviously unstable, so im assuming he wouldnt last forever like alcina or miranda before his mutations became uncontrollable. He’s most likely physically older than Donna, given his balding head. No canon dates for this lad but im guessing he’s anywhere from 30 to 60 by 2021.

Donna/angie

So i canon that donna is claudia’s twin sister ( the dead girl at the start of house benivento) which would make her 34 in 2021. Not a lot of evidence to support this one but it feels weird that they would give us this grave with dates on it and tie it to donna for no good reason. There is also evidence of twins in the concept art, albeit male twins.

Karl:

I've rambled enough so i'll just say my age headcanon for karl is somewhere between 63 and 30. You can pick and choose which one suits your headcanon best bc there is evidence to support both.

#karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #alcina dimitrescu #mother miranda #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #karl headcanns #karl heisenberg headcanons #headcanons #my headcanons #my stuff #my writing

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mp100fanworkstranslation · 3 years

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Slice of Folklore: An Asian Historical Folklore AU

by Tamadango

Oh god....Okay so this is an AU based on Chinese Folklore.

Reigen is a Daoshi Priest. This is a real sect of Taoism. But within the context of folklore, these Daoshi are more like Mages. They travel from village to village, doing exorcisms, performing rituals, removing curses, treating illnesses, presiding over ceremonies like funerals and also reanimating the dead so they can be walked to where they need to be buried.

Ekubo is a Jiangshi. More on this later.

That idiot villager…. said this route was a safe and easy hike

This is taking way longer than I expected. The other route would have been much faster

As he’s walking through a cave, the path underneath his feet collapses and he falls into a lower level of the cave.

(In chinese folklore, humans live on the surface and monsters/the dead/ spirits reside underground. Caves are sort of a limbo area inhabited by monsters, that average people avoid.

The path collapses underneath his feet, and he falls. -Screaming- Holy shit!

He falls and grunts in pain before looking up.

Directly in front of him, is a Jiangshi.

SAFE MY ASS!!

(Jiangshi are monsters from chinese folklore. They are corpses reanimated by blood spells. Lower level Jiangshi are just straight up zombies. Higher level ones are spirits sealed into dead bodies so they have some kind of will/consciousness like Ekubo here. They are reanimated by Daoshi priests and are obligated to serve them.

By default, Jiangshi are servant monsters, they ALWAYS have a master. Since they are dead/decaying bodies, they feed on the lifeforce of living people, ie blood. They can be powered up with blood, sealed with blood seals, sustained/controlled with blood. etc.

It’s sort of the mix between a zombie_ (undead, with poisonous bite)_, a vampire (needs blood), and a summoned demon (serves a master.) in western fiction.)

Reigen reaches around for his bag as the Jiangshi hops towards him. “Dammit all my tools are in my bag.”

(Tools specifically associated with being a Daoshi priest, like exorcism stuff, ritual daggers…spell tags…etc)

WHOA!

The creature is lunges at him, snapping. -teeth snapping sounds-

Reigen: ....? What an odd blood seal. Is it possible that this Jiangshi is acting under the control of this spell?

I have to remove it somehow!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

bottom panel -murmuring-

Ekubo: Hnnnnnngg

I’m finally free… Thanks to you

(So technically, he serves Reigen now. Jiangshi are servant monsters by their nature.)

Reigen: Ahhh the J…..J…. Jiangshi…. It talks! (Low level Jiangshi can’t talk... only the spirit sealed ones can.)

Ekubo: What kind of terrible outfit is this?

Ekubo: Huh? Don’t put me in the same category as those low class monsters.

Ekubo leans over: ....hmmmm

Sniff Sniff

You’re a Daoshi Priest from the Salt group aren’t you?

Eh?

Ekubo: and you’re a virgin….good! good!

Reigen: What business is that of yours?

Ekubo: Haha…What’s your name?

Reigen: Reigen.... Reigen arataka

(Daoshi Priesthood requires celibacy, virginity, veganism, no alcohol and vow of poverty, along with a lot of other things like prayer, literacy in religious languages, etc.)

My name is Ekubo. I am an high level creature of darkness!

(In Chinese folklore, Humans reside on the surface and monsters, demons, spirits, reside underground, and are collectively referred as such.)

You’re going to help me find the asshole who kept me sealed for the past couple hundred years so I can take my revenge.

Reigen: No, I’ll pass. I need to get to the next town, see ya (he says this very fast while walking away)

Ekubo: What?! Hey Wait! There’s lots of gold and treasure in the crypt below. I was guarding it. It’s yours if you help me out.

Reigen’s ears twitch.

(Daoshi Priests are required to take a vow of poverty so he’s not supposed to be interested in riches or accumulating wealth.

Jiangshi are servant monsters by their nature, and must have a master at all times. Which is why Ekubo tries to convince Reigen to go with him. Because If Reigen just left, he would have no choice but to follow.)

They’re looking at a sarcophagus covered in spell seals in the chamber below.

Reigen: Is that the owner of the crypt buried here? Doesn’t look wealthy to me.

Ekubo: Im sure all the good stuff is in the coffin

(In ancient china, as in most ancient cultures, it’s typical to dress the corpse lavishly and fill the coffin with jewelry, money and valuables, so the dead person can be wealthy in the afterlife)

Reigen: Hey, All these coffins in the back here are empty… that’s really strange

-Click-

Ekubo: No… those aren’t normal coffins… these… they’re sacrifices!

Reigen! It’s dangerous, Get Back!

Reigen: Wait… why are you running?!? Weren’t you looking for this guy so you can take revenge?

Ekubo: Hey I thought he sealed me here to guard the crypt, I didn’t realize I was intended as a snack for later.

Reigen: What?!? Does that mean those coffins are empty because it already ate them? So there’s no actual treasure?

Ekubo: Is THAT what you’re worried about right now? Can you stop being a greedy bastard for a bit so we can get out of here?

(Again, as a priest, he would have taken a vow of poverty and isn’t supposed to be interested in riches.)

Ekubo: Reigen what are you doing? You cant beat him! That monster is powered up from eating countless other creatures of darkness.

Reigen: Yeah that’s exactly why he needs to be stopped

Reigen: Ridding the world of monsters and exorcising evil is my calling!

Reigen: And you, since you haven’t been eaten yet, help me out

Ekubo: Tch! I want to, but this body is way too weak to go up against a monster like that.

Get down!

Ekubo: You don’t look it, but you’re actually pretty powerful. Shame it’s not enough to defeat him. Impressive nonetheless.

Reigen: We don’t have time for small talk! Think of something useful! Get us out of this mess!

Ekubo: Alright alright, calm down. You can leave it to me.

Ekubo: huh! very nice flavor.

The blood from the tongue of a virgin plus my (some kind of power class that is ancient but also protective)

(I really tried to translate this part but I don’t get the exact words he’s saying. The gist is that he gets a powerup by combining their powers. That’s it.)

Ekubo: I should be able to break through the protective barrier that he’s using to shield himself.

**Ekubo: Bring it! I’ll show you my true strength. **

Reigen: Can’t move… Cant feel my body at all….Looks like the poison is taking effect…. Makes sense… the bite of a Jiangshi

(Jiangshi feed on lifeforce/blood, so their bites can drain a person of their lifeforce temporarily.)

Can’t feel my tongue at all. It’s completely numb

Dont lose you bastard

I’m so tired……

Reigen: Ekubo?

Ekubo: Farewell...

Ah!

-tongue hurts - Thinks: so it wasn’t a dream

**He starts sobbing. **

**Ekubo: You alright? **

Reigen: It’s a talking fart!

Ekubo: Hey! It’s me! Ekubo!

Why are you crying? You miss me?

(More advanced Jiangshi are spirits sealed into dead bodies so they can be freed if their bodies are destroyed )

Reigen: Idiot! I’m trying to get the taste of corpse out of my mouth! You’ve been dead for hundreds of years!

Ekubo: Why are you so angry? Was that your first kiss?

Reigen: Shut up! Don’t you have some underground crypt to return to? What are you loitering out here for?

Ekubo: Just doing my guard duty.

Reigen: Why are you following me?

Ekubo: Why can’t I follow you? I just saved your ass, you could be a little more grateful you know.

(So earlier, Reigen removes the seal that was controlling Ekubo, and he then serves Reigen by default. After his body is destroyed, he’s free to move on. The implication here is that he’s chosen not to, and has decided to follow Reigen around instead.)

By Tamadango

UGHHHH. I was not going to translate this. But @gemmawritessometimes prodded me into it. There was so much goddamn folklore shit to explain.

Also this comic has a lot of terms you ONLY see in folklore and rarely anywhere else. Goddammit.

Yeah, anyway, enjoy this comic.

#ekurei #Ekubo #reigen arataka #Reigen #Mob psycho 100 #mp100

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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🦋Butterfly🦋

Episode 11

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre :BTS Universe AU, Slice of Life, Hurt/comfort, Fluff

Warning ⚠️: mentions past suicide attempt, self depreciation.

Masterlist

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The silence of the car suffocated Hoseok.

"Hyung." He pleads.

"What is it?" Yoongi says roughly.

"I'm sorry for being a burden." He apologises.

Yoongi reigns in his temper.

"It's OK accidents happen Hoba. It's just that it's only been a few days since Jungkook recovered and suddenly you break your leg. I just got overwhelmed. It's nobody's fault."

Hoseok nods in understanding. It's silent for a while.

"Did you know hyung... Jungkook met Namjoon.. he's a nurse at the hospital."

"You mean Kim Namjoon from our highschool."

"The very."

Yoongi is quiet. Not knowing what to say.

"He promised to visit Jungkook's exhibition."

A strom of confusion takes over Yoongi. On one had he wants to meet his old friend on the other he is not ready to face that .. that time of his life. While most of his scars from his suicide attempt had faded. His skin still held remainder of his burns from when he started fire choosing to leave same way as his mother.

Yoongi accompanies him to the Psychiatric OPD. The nurse calls Hoseok in as Yoongi waits for him.

Jimin walks into the hospital for getting a prescription. He had lost his prescription and the pharmacy wasn't allowed to sell the drugs without prescription. He gets an appointment from the reception. As he goes to the waiting area. He spots a familiar figure.

The phone in his hand drops.

Yoongi is looks up to find the source of noise and meets the eyes of Park Jimin.

"Jimin-ah" Yoongi says so soft that the other does not hear him.

"Yoongi hyung." Jimin says wide eyed."What are you doing here?"

"It's hoba." Yoongi says in way of explanation.

Jimin nods in understanding.

"How are you? Are you in touch with the others.?" He asks caution and hope intertwined.

"Hoseok and Jungkook live with me... Hoseok also saw Namjoon.. he works here.. in the hospital as a nurse. I don't know about Taehyung but Jin recently got married.. it was in the news. How are you?"

"Just the usual. The medicines are doing there job."

Before Yoongi could respond Hoseok had come out

He took note of Jimin.

"Aigoo our Jiminie." He said.

Jimin turned to greet Hobi immediately pulling him into a hug.

"Are you OK hyung. The wheel chair."

"Dont worry Jimin-ah Your hyung is just clumsy sometimes." Hoseok joked.

The nurse called out Jimin's name. He felt torn. Yoongi noted his hesitation.

"We will be here when you are out." Yoongi reassured.

Jimin noded and reluctantly left. Later he almost cries in relief when he finds them waiting for him.

"'I thought I was dreaming again because I didn't take my medication." He confesses as they sit in a cafe together. The afternoon is spent delightfully as they catch up on everythingthat happened after they left.

"Can I shift with you." Jimin asks as they are to leave.

Hoseok and Yoongi share a look.

"Was that too much I'm sorry... I just thought it would be nice.. I ... could you give me the address I could shift to the same building... I promise I won't bother you. .. I just don't want you to disappear.. can I have your number please. " Jimin says panic evident.

"Don't be hasty with your decision Jimin-ah. Now we've met we will meet more often ok." Hoseok calms him down.

"We are not going anywhere." Yoongi adds.

"Yes alright." Jimin says his voice lowering. They can sense the shift in his mood.

"Look Jiminah I own the building where we live and it isn't that good but you can come over whenever you want." Yoongi says.

"Are you sure.. I dont want to intrude." Jimin says.

"A hundred percent." Yoongi confirms.

Jimins smile brightens again.

Jungkook waits for his Hyungs to come back home.

When he hears the car arrive at the drive away. He begins to set the table. He was promised takeout for lunch.

He opens the door. He helps Hoseok in.

When he settles Hoseok he turns to find Jimin.

"Jungkookie." Jimin tackles him and ruffles his hair.

"Jimin hyung." He can't believe his eyes.

He almost starts crying and his friends coo at him.

They enjoy their meal together and for the first time in a while things are starting to look good.

Jungkook looks at them fondly and though Jungkook dare not think it as he watches a flustered Yoongi and the other two laughing at him.

Maybe just maybe all seven of us would be together again.

Jin takes the day off. He decides its time to spend time with you.

He comes home to the sound of your giggles. You are talking on the phone with someone.

He smiles wanting to save that sound so he could play when he needed it.

"I love you baby.... you know that right? ... I know I'm married but that in no way changes things. ...uh..hun... when are you coming back.. yes I miss you.... do you miss me?... huh don't worry it might take me a few more years to get you to admit it but I will make you admit. ... haha.. k bye. Take care.... hmm I'm gonna get dinner started... sweet dreams. Dream of me k.. haha..."

Jin hadn't meant to eavesdrop.

But listening to you talk to someone like that left a bitter taste in his tongue.

You come to the kitchen to cook. It was your day off. You saw Jin's car keys in their place. You wonder why he wasn't downstairs. He must be tired.

You are close to completing the food when the bell rings. You are about to wash your hands and go check. When Jin arrives downstairs.

"You ordered takeout." You ask confused. Did he not know you were cooking.

Jin nods but does not offer any explanation.

You wait for a while.

"You were busy on the phone so I thought it meant takeout."

"You could have asked me." You sigh.

You put the food you'd cook in the fridge. Jin has already started wolfing down the food. Maybe because he was so hungry, he couldn't think.

"Who were you talking to?"

"A friend." You say between Bites.

The fact that you don't offer more information irks him.

Suddenly his appetite is gone.

Ofcourse you being his wife and loving him was too good to be true. He was worthless scum.

He leaves the table.

You are confused but you put it to him having a bad day in the office.

Jin finds himself curling into the bed and wishing he would disappear.

You come to check up on Jin after you finish washing the dishes.

Finding him asleep. You tuck him in.

"Maybe you had a bad day... I hope tomorrow is better goodnight jinnie." You whisper placing a kiss on his forehead.

When you leave he opens his eyes.

Maybe he was taking your conversation the wrong way. You wouldn't care for him like this if you liked someone else, right?

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secretsniper2 · 3 years

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Just a “Touch up”

You always wanted to do something outlandish, all the other girls had gotten something done and bragged about it non stop, it was driving you crazy! So you decided to get something done yourself, nothing major, just a touch up. So now you sit in the doctors office talking with the man who would be operating on you, you explain that your only looking for a light touch up to your face so your friends will notice instantly. The doctor explained that at 19 years of age “there wouldn't really be much they could do” but you were adamant that you get it done. Date set for 2 weeks away you cant wait!

Time flew past with more of the same, your friends bragging and you roll your eyes every time, your certain they will envy your face when your job is done. The date finally arrives and you head to the clinic to get started. Sitting in the waiting room your not alone, there is a creepy guy with a green hat, sitting in the corner, every time you look over at him he is staring at you. “can i help you?” you ask and he stands and walks to the counter, asks for something and is given a grey folder and a pen, taking both to his seat he begins to fill out a form. “bit late to fill that out” you think to yourself, oh well. A Nurse walks into the waiting room with a piece of paper, “Layla!” she calls and you stand and follow her into the room.

Walking through the single door you notice the main table in the middle of the room, and a few covered tables to the side, at the other end of the room is a wide double door your unsure why they need 2 doors for 1 side and a single door on this side.. “ehhh” you think to yourself as the Nurse gives you your gown to change into and as your the only 2 in here you strip down and put your light blue hospital gown on. it barely goes past your pussy! Tying it on securely your just in time for the surgeon to walk in with 2 folders, 1 blue and the other grey like the man in the waiting room. Flicking through both folders he leads you to the table to begin your surgery.

Laying down on the table it feels weird, like the table itself can be pulled apart due to how it shifts beneath you, its certainly not all in 1 piece. The surgeon begins drawing lines on your face where he will be doing his work, as you had discussed. Looking up to the ceiling you see a camera pointed right at you, clearly for medical reasons you feel more lines get drawn on you. Taking a needle from a shelf he explains “this shot will feel weird and you may get confused, its to ensure you don't feel pain”. Holding out your arm your given the shot, it feels warm as you lower your arm back onto the table, the warmth spreading through your body, its pleasant at least, the warmth flowing up to your head and your hit with the confusion he mentioned. If you were standing you would fall over instantly, but your laying down so your head just rolls to a side, completely relaxed. As the warmth continues to roll down your body it hits your tight pussy and you start to feel a little aroused, at least your legs are closed but with this gowns length its only a matter of time before your lips start showing your arousal.

Continuing down your legs your toes go numb as the warmth hits them, it tickled at first but now you notice you cant move your arms either, you begin to breathe faster as you learn just how little you can move, its just your head! everything under your neck is completely still. Acting as if nothing is wrong the surgeon walks up and puts a headpiece on your face, bit weird as that's where your getting work done, and all you can see is darkness, nothing else. your body tingling all over from the shot earlier and with your vision limited your sense of touch has increased, your now acutely aware of the hairs on your arms standing up, it is cold in here though but your beginning to panic a little.

A sudden burst of light floods your eyes and after a few blinks you see yourself, from the camera hanging over your body, you see everything, almost the whole room! Worse still you see what the lines on your forehead are, he wasn't tracing out lines, he was writing “Fuckslut” on your forehead! examining your body from this perspective you can see your bald pussy peeking out of the gown, raising your arm for the shot must have pulled the gown up! your pussy is exposed! you can see the glistening from your arousal which has only gotten worse since it started, a hand reaches out and grabs your thigh. the surgeons unwanted touching makes you sick, but your pussy just cries out for more touches and you hate that your body is reacting positively.

Walking up beside your body he reaches out and grabs your breast “what the fuck” you think angrily! who does this guy think he is?! as he squeezes your perky C cup breast, moving to the other and repeating after a minute, leaving both your breasts a little sore but your nipples have reacted to the abuse and you can already see them poking against the gown. your head flooding with shame as you see them get harder and harder as his hand snakes its way up to your smooth neck and holds your throat. caressing your skin he loops his hand under the neck of the gown and to your horror, pulls hard and you feel the tight knots you did earlier come undone as the gown soars off your now completely naked body!

You cant believe what your seeing, your 19 year old body laying flat on the table with nothing covering you, your nipples reacting even more as they get even harder than they were seconds before, and your pussy is drooling with need, your humiliation has only begun and you know it. Watching in horror as the hand moves from your neck, sliding down your smooth skin to once again grasp your breast, your nipple being pinched hard this time, you hear him say “this size wont do, ill have to fill them out a bit” and worse still, you hear another unseen man say “you have the chart, make it happen” your eyes scanning the room as much as you can see, but you cant find the source of the second voice! Movement draws your eyes back to the hand as it slides easily over your smooth, flawless skin and glides over your pussy and fingers dip between your lips. Fluid now flowing out as he probes your most private area with his fingers, expertly drawing more and more fluid from you, clearly knowing what he is doing as he brushes across your clit forcing sharp sensations to stab your mind.

Pulling your legs open you see a separation in the table and sure enough the surgeon separates them, putting a brace on the inside section he opens them wider, catching your ankles in the process, and as the table continues to widen, so do your legs. Pussy now completely accessible now to even the most aimless of people, the surgeon brings a covered cart over to you and upon removing the cloth your witness to needles and a scalpel among other tools. Your terror reaching new heights as a needle is taken, full of a pink liquid it is moved straight for your clit, eyes almost bulging out of your head as the tip sinks into your precious bulb, but no pain, at least he was honest about that. Pushing the tip in further you see him injecting the fluid inside your clit and it actually begins to bulge, blood flooding to your nub forcing it to grow out, pushing its hood aside it now sitting out, you cant stop looking at it, its 3 times bigger than what it was!

A flash of steel and your eyes dart to the cause, the surgeon holding the scalpel now moves in on your engorged clit, slicing from the base and moving to the tip you see blood and you have no idea what he is doing to you.. placing a cup over your clit you see him attach a pump to the end, its a suction cup! you feel him pumping away your sensitive clit moving further away from your body, so sensitive the pumping continues will its 8cm out of your hood, then its bandaged to keep it out and exposed, “if she messes up you can grab her by her clit now and lead her anywhere you want” you look at your once adorable clit, you think “i could give my clit a fucking handjob now!” and its almost big enough too. pumped full of blood the sensitivity is through the roof, and because of the fluid he injected your clit with its completely rigid and standing straight out, not bending at all..

Taking 2 more needles from the cart he aims them for your exposed labia, penetrating them your injected with a blue liquid this time, and you feel a instant burning in your pussy as he injects you multiple times around your pussy and even your inner lips get 4 injections. Heat burning away as your arousal forced your pussy to clench and fresh juice squirts out, not a orgasm but it may as well have been, your so desperately horny now and there's nothing you can do! Watching in terror as he gets more needles and walks over to your breasts, 1 needle in the tip of your nipple and the orange fluid is injected followed by the burning sensation in your breasts, “experimental drugs are illegal but im sure you dont mind right” “not at all” the 2 men agree. both your breasts are burning from the inside as you feel them growing! you can almost see it happening right in front of your eyes, your C’s are growing to D’s!

Whatever the injections were they work fast and your not liking this at all! Taking a device from the table your pussy is opened up as he looks inside. “not a virgin” your surgeon says then a very long needle is inserted in your pussy. reaching far inside he hits the entrance to your womb and injects another drug, “what's going to happen to my poor womb?!” you think “there we go” he says, “she should be hypersensitive to touch now” not waiting for a invitation he touches your clit and you orgasm on the spot, from a simple touch! “now for her ass!” you hear him say as you come back down from the orgasm, a brown liquid filled needle is jabbed into your asshole and your filled once again with a burning sensation, likely being made hypersensitive like the rest of you. Looking to your breasts for a moment your stunned at the DD set your now carrying! your breasts are huge!

“Care to sample the goods?” your asshole of a surgeon says and you see him, a green hat moves into your sight, its that guy from the waiting room! You watch as he pulls his cock out and stands between your open legs and pushes into your soaked pussy! forcing 3 orgasms simultaneously from you as he thrusts in, pushing straight into your womb pulling a further 5 orgasms out of you! your mind is going numb already! you have never cum so many times so fast! your sure no woman has in history and yet here you are, a slave to the orgasmic hell these men have forced on you.. The man in the hat pulls out to your entrance again and thrusts once again straight to your womb, so many orgasms you only thought it “kill meee..” as even your voice in your head trails off in the pleasure. As he slams his length into you your clit gets rammed hard by his body and your rewarded with another 6 orgasms! “its not possiblee-ohmyfuckinggod!” you think as your mind melts through your gushing pussy!

After what seemed like a eternity of orgasmic hell, having well over 50 orgasms the man in the hat moves to your chest, hopping on you he slides his cock in between your DD breasts and begins thrusting hard, you have given a titjob before but it never feels this good! your already cumming just from having him fuck your tits! and he clearly enjoys his time as you feel a splash on your face and mouth as he cums on you. “can we make that more fun for the slave too?” he says, your mind stopping at the word “slave” what did he mean by that? your name is Layla for gods sake! you came in here for a touch up and your being transformed into a cum crazy slave?! you watch as a clear liquid filled needle is brought over to your face, your mouth is opened with no resistance, and your tongue is jabbed and filled with the fluid. “this will ensure the she enjoys giving you head as much as you enjoy receiving it” he said with a laugh!

Your mouth burning as the surgeon returns you your pussy and grabs your clit hard and begins playing with it, forcing you to cum instantly with each stroke, having a further 12 orgasms pulled from you in seconds and he is still going! your eyes roll back into your head as you cum wildly! your mouth still open from the injection some of the mans cum drips into your now open mouth and lands on your tongue, you never did like the taste of cum but this was different.. though you cant move it the cum just slides over your sensitive tongue and you can taste it, somehow you love it! it tastes amazing!, hearing something click your head drops backwards as your eyes look down at your body through the camera once more, the green hat man is lining up your throat for some fucking. Nothing you can do but watch this man fuck your throat, as his cock enters your mouth it pushes your tongue to the floor of your mouth, and you can taste his cock in detail. “s-so tasty!!” your mind screams as he begins pumping down your throat!

“i think were almost done here!” the surgeon says loudly and you hear a grunt of agreement from the man as you feel his hot load pump into your throat as he pulls out, raising your head back up and locking the table back in position, the surgeon stops pulling orgasms from you as he releases your hypersensitive and overstimulated clit, you couldn't count how many times you came if you wanted to.. Watching as the man in the green hat beings a bag over, he pulls some small devices out and places them beside you, “how long will she be paralyzed?” he asks as he does, “5 hours at least.” the surgeon replies, “5 hours of immobile hell?! fuck!” you think. Watching as the man places 2 devices on either side of your nipples and tapes them there you recognise them as vibrators.. “the sick fuck is going to keep making me cum?” you scream mentally.. a thick dildo is placed between your tits and turned on, it feels amazing already!

Watching in fear as a series of vibrators are stuck to your solid clit, covering it completely. A long dildo is pushed right into your pussy and into your womb, pulling more orgasms from you, and finally a scary long dildo is pushed inside your virgin ass, the sensation is incredible for your first time, you can feel it as it moves further and deeper inside you. a foot of rubber cock now fills your tight ass! you can see your pussy gaping open as the dildo doesn't even stick out a little, the man pulls a pair of panties from the bag. black and shiny you realize its a latex lined chastity belt. pushing your clit through the large hole in the front, the panties push completely against you, orgasming immediately as the latex hits your pussy, form fitting almost as it hugs your hips perfectly, metal on the outside you see him lock them on and lower a weird ring around the base of your clit and snapping it shut locking your clit in the belt. At the push of a button your whole body cums instantly as every vibrator activates at seemingly max power!

8, 20, 36, 53.. orgasms every few seconds as your clit visibly shakes as each vibration quakes your mind and body, your pussy and ass vibrating furiously as the tip of the cock in your womb wrenches more orgasms out of you. in the first 10 seconds you have already lost count of not only how many times you came, but also where you are! “my name……. is.. Laylaaaaaaahhhhhhh” your mind dribbles out, “fuuuck-ohmygodnooo!!” you would be screaming if you could. Your mask is removed and your eyes dart around looking at the man in the face clearly. you burn his face into your mind as the man who stole your life, but with his large beard you cant make out much! “FUCK! im cuuuuuuhhh..“ your mind trails off. countless orgasms pulled out of your body as the wheels on your table are unlocked and you learn why there are 2 doors on 1 side of the room, its to fit the table.. wheeled through the doors you see a carpark, and your new ride.. a car boot. Your body is folded up with the surgeons help and your bound into a doll almost, still cumming furiously as your placed in the boot of this mans car and locked inside.

Its dark inside, your body still cumming and you cant move even if you wanted to.. a life of sexual slavery at the hands of this man.. You wanted a Touch up, and now this man is going to touch you up any time he wants..

#Stories #Custom

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negandarylsatisfaction · 3 years

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[SUMMARY: After Negan kills Katherine's husband, four years later he comes across her in Alexandria with her son. With remorse and guilt Negan attempts to make it up to Katherine.]

[Inspired by Twd episode.]

Negan and Katherine.

It had been four years now that you had left Alexandria. Four years since you had seen your friends, since you had your son and since your husband was brutally killed. Making your way back to Alexandria was something you had not planned to do especially knowing that Negan was still there. Even with him locked up in a prison cell you couldnt take being anywhere near him and so you left. Now there was no choice for you but to come back, you no longer had a safe place for your son and you were willing to do anything you had to do to keep him safe.

Walking towards Alexandria with your son holding your hand beside you, you took a deep breath knowing you would soon see Negan. However, you were not expecting to come across him at the entrance, by himself, walking freely. As a truck drove off you suddenly found yourself a few feet away from Negan himself. His presence making you stop in your tracks, your blood began to boil. Negan looked like he had seen a ghost, he could see the fury in your eyes.

"Katherine.." his voice making the hair on your skin rise from the overwhelming feel of anger.

"I didnt escape, if that's what you think."

You couldnt bring yourself to speak, if he didnt escape, what the hell was he doing out here freely? Who the hell let him out? His eyes suddenly falling to your son beside you, a look of guilt taking over his expression. Nausea settling in the pit of your stomach before you pulled your son, Jasper closer to you.

"Mommy, who's that?" Jaspers voice making you finally let out a breath that you felt you had been unknowingly holding for the last minute. Shaking you quickly picked up your son and held him close as you

walked past Negan.

"Come on baby, let's get inside." Negan watched as you quickly rushed past him, his eyes never leaving you as you entered Alexandria.

"Shit.." Negan knew he was in for a rude awakening.

Angrily you walked inside rushing to find your friends. Daryl and Carol instantly looked at each other nervously knowing what they would have to now deal with.

"Hey little man," Daryl muttered with a smile to Jasper as you put him down beside you.

"Who let him out?" Wasting no time to get to the point you crossed your arms before them expecting an explanation. It had been four years since Daryl last saw your son but the moment was over taken with emotions with the sight of Negan.

"I had to do it," Carol whispered as you stared at her with a straight face.

"It was you?" Your voice was cold before realizing your son was looking up at you confused.

"I'll take him," Daryl picked him up and quietly left the room with him.

"How could you let that monster out?"

"Katherine, I did what I had to do. Alpha had to die, Negan was our only chance."

Looking away you pressed your lips together in disapproval, but what could you say?

"How long has he been free?"

"For the past year and hes been no trouble," Carol responded. She felt guilty knowing the pain this man caused you but truly felt in her gut it was her best option at the time. Quietly you nodded and crossed your arms before you.

"I understand," you whispered knowing you now had no choice but to deal with the presence of this man.

Daryl was in the kitchen sitting at the table with Jasper, you smiled watching him cut up apple slices for your son. Daryl looked up at the sound of you entering the room and smiled shyly.

"Smart kid," he muttered before eating a slice of the apple.

"Like his dad," you sat down across from Daryl looking over at your son.

"Listen, he ain't-"

"You guys did what you had to do." You interrupted him calmly.

"Alpha is gone. Alexandria is safe, that's all that matters. I just dont want him to be anywhere near my son and I."

Daryl nodded completely understanding how you felt.

"Yall could stay on my side if that'll make ya feel more comfortable," he suggested. You nodded in response feeling a sense of relief. It had been too long since you had seen your friends, it was bittersweet. Thinking of your husband Mathew you smiled looking at Jasper, there was so much resemblance between the two.

"Why dont I show you around, got some new folks that you should know."

"Sure," you stood up taking your sons hand and stepped outside with Daryl only to run into Negan outside talking to Carol. Negan looked at you for a moment before you took your son and quickly walked off.

"Just keep ya distance from em," Daryl muttered low to Negan who simply nodded with a straight face.

"How she doin?" Negan couldnt help himself but to ask. A lot had changed since you last saw him, his way of thinking, the way he acted with others, the kind of man he was. Negan had very much regret with many things in his life but one of his biggest things was killing your husband. Killing your husband and not knowing you were expecting a child made him feel like complete shit when he learned of it. He could only imagine how tough it had been for you.

"She'll be alright," Daryl whispered before following in your direction and introducing you to the others.

It had now been a couple of weeks living in Alexandria. Never did you let Jasper stay far from you, you didnt trust anyone let alone with Negan being around. Sitting in the garden you made, you had your son sit beside you playing with toys while you began to plant.

"Hey Miss Katherine, can Jasper play freeze tag with us?" A young girl just a few years older than Jasper had asked you with an innocent look. You looked over at your son and smiled with an nod.

"Just stay where I can see you, okay?"

"Ok mommy" Jasper ran off with Chloe and began to play. Negan was on his side organizing boxes of snacks for the town. He continued to work as time went on until he suddenly looked up and found Jasper standing a few feet away from him. He stared at Negan curiously making him swallow uncomfortably.

"Hey kid." Negan muttered low as the boy looked up at him.

"Jasper!" Negan suddenly looked up to find you running towards him and pulling your son back.

"What the hell are you doing?" You yelled at him making him lift his hands up innocently and take a step back.

"Jasper, didnt I tell you to stay where I could see you?" You crouched down to your son who looked at you quietly.

"I wanted a snack, mommy."

"I'll get you one in the house, Jasper."

"I want that one," he pointed at the box next to him. Negan hesitantly took a snack out of the box not being sure how youd react, and reached out giving you a bag of fruit. Roughly you grabbed the bag out of his hand and stood up as Negan sighed.

"Its just a bag of fruit-"

"Stay away from him!" You yelled as your son looked up at you in confusion.

"You think I'm gonna hurt the damn kid?" Negan took a step closer making you back away pulling your son tightly to you.

"Kat!" Daryl ran to you getting inbetween the both of you.

"Come on let's just get inside," Daryl led you away from Negan. You couldnt take your eyes off him as you walked away, you couldnt help the anxious fury he suddenly would make you feel. Negan knew you had every reason to feel the way you felt, he couldn't imagine how hard it was for you having to see him near you but Negan wanted you to know he felt remorse.

"I was just trying to give the damn kid what he wanted," Negan muttered to Carol as he watched you walked off.

"Its best you keep your distance-"

"She thinks I'm gonna fucking hurt her kid." Negan turned to Carol with furrowed brows.

"I've done a lot of stupid shit but hurt a kid or his mother, I dont fucking think so."

"Negan, you killed her husband."

"I fucking know what I did-" he snapped at Carol before storming off.

Daryl led you to where you slept and tried convincing you Negan wouldnt harm your child but you couldnt trust him. Your anger towards him was still fresh. You hadn't truly got to see Negan the way the others had and truth be told you didnt care to. The next few days you stayed as far as you could from Negan. Here and there he would look at you wishing you'd hear what he had to say. He saw how protective you were of your son, you looked alot tougher from when he last saw you.

That late evening Daryl had gone on a run. Alexandria was quiet and everyone was inside. Taking a nap in bed you held your son close falling into a deep sleep, such a deep sleep you didnt feel him get up from bed. About an hour later you began to move around and slowly realized you didnt feel your son beside you. Your eyes flung open, practically jumping out of the bed.

"Jasper?" You screamed out going around the house, every closet, every room, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Jasper! Jasper! Where are you?!" You screamed running out of the house. Something you feared for so long was happening in this moment.

"Jasper!" You screamed again when Negan began to hear your screams from inside. Carol ran and found you frantically running, searching for your son.

"Katherine, relax-where did you last see him?" Carol grabbed you as you panted and Negan showed up behind you.

"He was sleeping-he was asleep. I-I just woke up and he was gone. It's late, where the hell could he have gone?" You looked around you anxiously when Chloe suddenly came running from the entrance.

"Guys! Its Jasper-"

"Oh God, what?"

"We went out to play hunt together and um his foot got trapped under a rock- I'm sorry miss Katherine-"

"Where is he Chloe?" You asked in a shakey voice.

"Hes by the river." She answered with big worried brown eyes.

"The river?"

"I know where he is," Negan spoke making you look over at him.

"I'm going alone."

"Its dark out there, and you dont even know where the hell to go" Negan insisted.

"I'll manage," you responded stubbornly.

"Katherine...he has a point. Its dark and Negan does know the area. He won't hurt you or your boy." Carol whispered assuring you Negan could be trusted with this making you give in.

"Let's go," you walked off before Negan as he followed. It was dark in the woods as the two of you quietly made your way to the river. Negan couldnt imagine the fear you felt in that moment. Tears silently falling down your face, he really felt bad for you. He knew you had been through enough.

"Hes gonna be alright," Negan attempted to comfort you as you walked beside him.

"Do me a favor and dont talk to me, dont-" you stepped on a rock and lost your balance making you gasp. Negan caught you by your arm not letting you hit the floor, not letting you go till you were balanced on your feet.

"I'm fine," you pulled your arm back as you continued to walk. You could hear the water from where you were, you could tell you were close and began to move faster.

"Careful, sweetheart theres some steep hills in this area."

"Jasper?" You called out before quickly spotting his jacket beside him.

"Mommy!"

"Oh my god, Jasper-" you ran to him and dropped to your knees observing how his foot was stuck underneath the rock. Right away you noticed your son was on the edge of a very steep and dangerous hill. Negan took it upon himself to carefully get around you and lifted up the heavy rock off your sons foot.

"You okay, baby? Can you stand up?" Jasper struggled to stand as you held onto him when he suddenly slipped and was just about to fall deep into the hill.

"Jasper!" You screamed as he slipped through your fingers. Negan moved quickly and caught your son by his wrist.

"Got cha," Negan groaned as he slowly pulled him back up to you. Jasper got back on his feet, you quickly pulled him away from the edge.

"Are you okay?" You whispered looking at him worriedly, checking his body for any scrapes or bumps.

"I'm ok," you sighed as you grabbed his face gently.

"Baby I told you, you cant be doing these things. You're scaring mommy, I dont know what I'd do if anything happened to you." Your voice cracked as Negan stood behind you.

"I'm sorry.." your son looked at you with guilty puppy dog eyes.

"You gotta stay with your mom, kid. Shes just trying to protect you." Negan suddenly spoke crouching down beside you to talk to your son. You didnt look his way, you didnt say a word to him, you didnt know how to react.

"Come on, let's get home." You whispered before you stood up and carried your son through the woods. Negan was alert with your surroundings, hell he made sure to stand close behind you just incase you missed a step. You werent sure how to feel after what had just happened. What were you suppsoe to do, lie to yourself? Negan had been helpful to find your son safely, Negan saved him. Once the two of you got on steady ground you felt Jasper fall asleep on you. Negan looked around on the road to make sure there was no one near. Pressing your lips together, you rubbed your sons back thinking of the horrible scare you just went through. Thinking of what could've happened if Negan wasnt with you. If Negan didnt grab him...

"Thank you," you whispered making Negan look over at you in surprise. Still with all his guilt he didnt think he deserved a thank you from you.

"The least I could do," Negan responded in a rugged voice before the two of you reached Alexandria.

"The hell happened?" Daryl rushed towards you having just returned from a run and hearing you had left with Negan.

"Negan saved Jasper," you responded softly leaving him shocked.

"I'm going to lay him down." The two men watched as you quietly walked inside before looking back at each other.

"I still need to have a talk with her." Negan admitted making Daryl nod.

"Go ahead, ima put the supplies away." Daryl walked off as Negan hesitantly made his way inside the house.

Negan stepped into the house with you quietly closing the bedroom door behind you, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the sight of Negan.

"I....Negan-"

"I just need you to listen to what I have to say. Please." His eyes were filled with desperation, a look you never thought you would see on him.

"I know what I did and I know nothing can fucking change it, not an apology, not my word but I need you to know-" your eyes welled up as he spoke, quickly he looked away not being able to take the heartbroken look you had. Clearing his throat he turned back to you and took a step closer.

"If I could take back what I did...I fucking would. I ask to be taken every God damn day for what I did to you...to you and your son." He stared directly into your soul as his eyes teared up. The look of despair magnified as he spoke.

"I cant imagine the pain I caused you, Katherine and I know you'll never fucking forgive me but please know...I'm not that man anymore. I dont even know who that was, "he whispered roughly.

"I think about that night...how sick you looked, how you just needed help, you were fucking pregnant and I just....I fucked up." A tear dropped from your eyes making you quickly look away. Negans voice broke as he spoke.

"I know you wont be able to forgive me but I just needed you to hear this. You dont have to talk to me, you dont even have to look at me. But know from this day forward I will keep both you and your son protected with every fucking thing in me. You have my word. " Negan rubbed his hand over his face and left the house leaving you alone with your conflicted feelings and your conflicted thoughts. Of course, you werent ready to fully face this man and deal with him but him saving your son put certain things in a different perspective. Negan pouring his feelings out to you in such a raw form made you think. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but eventually you can be more accepting of Negan being in your life.

#jeffrey dean morgan #negan x you #negan fan fiction #the walking dead fic #the walking dead fan fic #twd negan #negan x ofc #the walking dead premiere #daryl dixon #norman reedus

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leedosbunnyboy · 3 years

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Yang Hongseok; Wallace In Wonderland

Table of Contents | Chapter 1

Warning(s): cursing, death, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts, mention of self harm scars, pills, mentions of rape

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"Levantate mijo, you have to get to school."

"Mom, I'm 20. I'm going to college, not the 1st grade." I explained to my mom.

"Yeah, 20 and can't wake himself up, apurale." My mom chided as she made her exit.

I laugh at her joke and get up.

Wish those times could've lasted.

"Ma, did you take your medicine?" I asked her.

"Yes mijo." She said and showed me her pack of pills, the required daily amount missing.

"Okay, I have to go, love you." I say and peck her cheek on my way out.

Wish I could've spent more time with her.

"Where is she?!" I asked as I rushed into the hospital.

"She's in there, but..." The doctor trailed off.

"But what?!"

"The cancer has spread. We thought it would stay in her chest, but it's moved to her brain." The doctor hesitates to finish his sentence.

"She's not gonna make it." He states.

I only nod and head into her room.

"Ma...?" My voice cracked as I quietly called out for her.

"I'm sorry mijo." She sadly said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked as I sat in the chair next to her bed.

"I didn't want to worry you." She said.

"Well now I'm even more worried." I sob to her.

"Don't cry." She weakly reaches out and wipes my tears.

"How am I supposed to not cry? How am I supposed to go on without you?" I wept.

"You'll manage. You're my son, I raised you strong." She said.

"But if you still need something to remember me, here." She handed me a small necklace with a playing card embroidered on the charm.

"What is this?" I ask her.

"A token." She simply said.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked again.

"It'll help you make some new friends to take care of you." She said.

"Mom, what do you mean? You're making no sense." I tell her.

"You'll know soon-." Her sentence was cut off by a fit of coughs as sirens began to ring.

"Mom, don't go!" I cried as I knew what was happening.

Doctors ran in and two pulled me away from her.

"Sir, we're sorry." One said as we had made our way outside the room.

♤•♡•One Month Later•◇•♧

I sadly look at the charm while thinking about what she meant.

"I'll know soon my ass." I say and throw it af the wall.

The only thing that accomplished was add more mess to my disheveled apartment.

Packs of ramen and mazapan litter my floor.

Along with the wrappers, a bottle of pills stands out to me.

"Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea." I think.

I stand up and grab the bottle.

I open the cap and pop a few into my hand.

"Don't hesitate. Don't think about yourself you selfish bitch. Don't you wanna see mom?" A small voice says in my head.

I sigh and return the pills to their container.

I think back to what she had told me; "You'll manage. You're my son, I raised you strong."

I head to my kitchen and decide to finally eat for once.

I roll up my sleeves and I'm meet with dozens of cuts decorating my arms.

I put it off and start boiling water for the ramen.

Once I'm done, I add the ramen and just sit around waiting for that to cook.

"Just take the damn pills. You know you've got nothing left to live for. You dropped out of school, cut off all your friends, and lost the last family member you had." It continued to pester me.

I ignored it to the best of my ability and turned off the stove as the ramen has finished.

I stared at the bowl of fresh noodles and began to realize how unappealing it seemed to be.

I tossed the ramen and made my way back to my room.

I picked up the bottle of pills and hurriedly opened it.

I took as many pills as my hand could fit and quickly swallowed them.

Before drowsiness could overwhelm me, I noticed the charm shining amidst the clutter of mess.

I picked it up and laid down in bed.

I smiled contentedly and let the feeling of sleep wash over me.

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"He's waking up!"

"Shh, you'll startle him."

"Says the giant."

I wake up to the sight of three guys looking at me curiously.

"Umm... Hi?" One says.

"Hi?" I says and begin to observe my surroundings.

Everything is brightly colored and I spot... flowers singing?

"Where the fuck am I?" I blurt out.

"What do you mean?" The tall boy asks.

"I mean, where am I. What is this place?" I rephrase.

"Wonderland; where else would you be?" The boy with blue hair answers.

"Wonderland?" I ask in shock.

"Well yeah, what kind of places have you been to?" The tall boy asks.

"No, you've got to be fucking with me." I defensively say.

"How would we be 'fucking with you'?" A short man with a top hat says.

"Wonderland isn't real. It's just some place my mom made up to tell me stories as a kid." I exclaim.

"Well, I don't know what your mom's told you, but Wonderland is real." The top hat man says.

"Say, don't you think he looks like Auntie Lupita?" The tall boy asks.

"Now that you say it, yeah." The blue haired boy says.

"How do you know Lupita?" I ask them.

"She used to visit us and take care of us when we were little." Blue haired boy says.

"How do you know Lupita?" Top hat man counters.

"She's- was my mother." I retract my original statement.

"Woah, really?!" Tall boy says.

"Come to think of it, Auntie did always tells us about her 'original world', but I always thought she was just telling tall tales." Blue boy says.

"You don't think this boy's Lupita's son from some other world?" Top hat asks.

"I mean, it would be the only logical solution. He did kinda fall from the sky." Tall boy says.

"What's your name kid?" Top hat asks.

"(M/n)." I answer.

"Well I'm Jinho." The top hat answers.

"I'm Yan An." Blue boy asks.

"And I'm Wooseok." The tall boy answers.

"I must be insane. I'm talking to the Mad Hatter, March Hare, and Dorm Mouse." I quietly exclaim.

"Who?" Wooseok asks.

"Nevermind. Do you guys know a way out of here?" I ask them.

"Sorry, but no. We don't even know how you got here." Jinho says.

"Would you like to come with us since you don't have anywhere to go?" Wooseok offers.

I stare into space conflicted.

Yes, I dont know them, and they could possibly just be rapists luring me into some trap.

But that wouldn't explain how they know mom, and I'm assuming this is what her cryptic last words meant.

"Okay." I sigh.

"Yay!" Wooseok and Yan An cheer.

"Come on (M/n)!" Yan An says and takes my hand as we make our way on a blue and pink road.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"To Hui's house." Yan An explains.

"You'll meet him soon." Jinho says, already sensing my confusion.

I nod and we continue on our way towards this Hui's house.

"(M/n), may I ask you a question?" Wooseok asks.

"You kinda already did, but yes." I respond.

"You don't seem like the standard Korean I've met, are you foreign?" He asks.

"Kinda, my dad was Korean and my mom was Hispanic, but I've lived in Korea all my life." I explain to him.

"What's Korea like? Lupita always told us about it, but I just assumed it wasn't real." Yan An asks.

"It's like a little slice of Heaven. Does it have many flaws, yes. But I wouldn't want to live anywhere else." I tell them.

"What do you mean flaws?" Wooseok curiously asks.

"Well, as someone who's mixed, I do face alot of racism. And the fact that I'm gay doesn't really do me any favors." I tell them.

"Well you wont have to worry about that here. Everything is inclusive, and I dont think I've ever met a straight person." Yan An says.

I laugh at his last statement before my gaze lies upon a house made out of a giant mushroom.

"We're here." Jinho says.

He knocks on the door and a man holding a cigar answers.

"Jinho. Did you guys find out what that thing that fell out of the sky was?" Hui asks, colorful smoke leaving his lips.

"Yeah, it was just some kid who says he's from Auntie's world." Jinho explains.

"He also Auntie's son!" Wooseok announces.

"This kid's Lupita's son?" Hui asks.

"Apparently." Jinho sighs.

"Come in. I'll call everyone else." Hui says and invites us in.

His home is decorated with small trinkets and pastel wallpaper.

My eyes are attracted to a tea set used as a centerpiece in his kitchen.

"It's a beautiful set isn't it?" Hui asks me, obviously noticing my admiration.

"It really is." I say.

"Chamomile or Jasmine?" He offers.

"Jasmine please." I tell him, and he heads to start the brew.

He finishes quickly and comes back with a cup of tea.

"Here you go." He hands it to me.

"Hey! I want tea too!" Yan An whines.

"I only offered it to...?"

"(M/n)." I tell him.

"Only for (M/n) since he's my guest. You come here to leech off me every day." Hui scolds him.

Yan An sits and pouts.

"It's amazing." I say after I took my first sip.

"I do pride myself on my tea making." Hui smirks.

Once I finished I brought it to the sink.

"(M/n) there's no need. I could do it for you." Hui offers.

"It's fine really. My mom always told me to clean up after myself." I say and begin delicately cleaning the teacup.

A knock on the door grabs everyone's attention.

"They must be here." Jinho says and heads to open the door.

Four men step inside, each continuing to fit the the descriptions of the characters my mom told me about.

"So this is the mystery boy everyone's talking about." A man resembling the White Rabbit offers me his hand.

"The name's Kino, pleasure to meet you." He says and kisses my hand.

"Hi, I'm Yuto." A deep voiced man greets me.

"And I'm Shinwon." A rapsy voiced man greets me next.

I assumed that these two were the twins Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

"I'm Hongseok." A man with cat eyes shakes my hand.

"And you are?" The Cheshire man asks.

"I'm (M/n)." I tell him.

"So this is the guy who fell out of the sky?" Kino asks.

"Yeah, he's also Auntie's son." Jinho says.

"Wow!" Yuto and Shinwon exclaim.

"You mean he's from the 'other world' Auntie always told us about?" Hongseok asks.

I nod.

"And I'd really like to return there." I say.

"Well, lucky for you darling. I happen to know a way out." Kino says.

"Really?!" I exclaim. Feeling excited for the first time in a while.

"I hate to inform you that it won't be an easy trip though." He continues.

"I don't care. Anything to get home." I say.

"I don't mean difficult as in a tiring trip. I mean, it's possible you won't make it." Kino sadly says.

"Then I'll be willing to make that sacrifice." I boldly state.

"With that kind of determination, he's definitely Auntie's kid." Hui says

"Well come on darling, and we'll begin our journey." Kino holds his hand out for me.

I take it, and we're about to exit when..

"Where do you two think you're going... without us?" Wooseok asks.

All of them nod in agreement and stand up.

"Why are all of you so eager to help me?" I ask.

"Because your mother gave us so much, and while we never got to directly pay her back. We're gonna make sure to repay her by helping you." Yuto says.

I nod and make my way outside.

"Hold your horses kid!" Shinwon exclaims.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Calm down kid. Let us prepare and we'll start our journey tomorrow." Jinho says.

I nod in acknowledgment head back inside.

"Where will I be staying?" I ask.

"That... is a good question." Hui pauses to think.

"He can stay with me." Hongseok blurts out.

"Would you be fine with that?" Hui asks.

"As long as Hongseok is." I say.

"Alright, head to bed everyone. We'll sleep early to get a head start on our journey." Hui says, and everyone heads to their respective rooms.

"Come on." Hongseok says and grabs my hand.

We step in, and I admire the violet and magenta aesthetic of his room.

"You don't have to worry about anything. I'll take the couch." He says and begins to set up the couch.

"Thank you for this." I say.

"You don't have to thank me. I honestly see this as an obligation." Hongseok says.

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"Although everyone else had a nice relationship with Auntie, I always distanced myself. I was always quiet as a kid, but I also didn't want to just accept her into my life so easily." He explains.

"Why not?" I question.

"After my parents had died, I was left all alone within Wonderland. I don't know what your mother told you about this place, but it's not all bright and nice. I had to survive by myself in the woods until Auntie found me. She brought me back here to meet everyone else, and I couldn't thank her enough for that. But I was still a lost, angry, and confused child. Now though, I realize she was the best thing to every happen in my life. So now, I'm gonna be your personal bodyguard." Hongseok says.

"Thank you." I say.

Hongseok smiles and ruffles my hair.

"Get some sleep (M/n). We'll get you home soon." He says and turns off the lights.

"Goodnight Hongseok." I say.

"Goodnight (M/n." He replies.

And with that, I look forward to getting back home.

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ryuuisthecutest · 4 years

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— a night to be ; lilia vanrouge

✧*:･ﾟﾟ✧*:･ﾟ ✧*:･ﾟﾟ✧*:･ﾟ ✧*:･ﾟﾟ

yandere! lilia vanrouge x reader

went on tumblr and saw this a week ago :

https://skipps-things.tumblr.com/post/623908408407539712/inspired-by-this-amazing-idea-twststarrycorridor

Nobody told you would end up in this peculiar predicament with the head of the Heartslabyul dorm, the rowdy country pretty boy of Pomefiore, and the mischievous vice dorm leader of Diasomnia.

All four of you were sitting in a enchanted room that was bare, except for a minimal of stuff, most was for the purpose entertainment to pass the time like the tv in the room (that doesn’t work), and there was a suspicious bucket in the corner of the room that nobody wanted to touch, so you all strayed away from it.

You all tried to get out, but strangely Riddle’s and Lilia’s magic couldn’t break the enchantment that was placed on the room. So you were all stuck here bored out of your minds, with Riddle sorting dominos, and Lilia eating the candy that was placed in the room for you all, and you trying to soothe Epel down worried for the boy that looked like he was about to have a panic attack.

And how you all ended up in this rather peculiar situation?

Well it all started in a normal day for all of you.

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“Grim get back here!”

You yelled at the raccoon who likes to make your life more difficult than it already was.

Chasing him around the courtyard a sudden wind of debris flew straight at you trying to take cover quickly making you stop chasing that damn raccoon-cat. You shielded yourself covering your face with your arms, closing your eyes, and kneeling down.

When the wind died down you peaked open your eyes and stood up. There was a dead silence like the wind never happen. You thought the close was clear when a piece of paper smacked your face.

It hurt.

Your face stung as you removed the paper from your face. Scowling you were about to rip the paper in anger but you noticed writing on it.

As the curious being you are, before ripping the paper in shreds why not read to see what the paper is.

It does look like a note, maybe it was a cheat sheet for this weeks alchemy test?

It wouldn’t hurt to take a small peek.

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Lilia was floating upside down as he was unwrapping a lollipop. Happily popping the sweet sugary treat in his mouth. He didn’t throw his wrapper away yet, the lollipop that he’s eating contains cheeses jokes on the inside of the wrapper.

He likes to read them, just for the fun of it.

It said “Read Me” on the wrapper.

Straightening the wrapper out he began reading.

He quirked a brow while reading the writing on his wrapper.

He thought it was odd, but he shrugged it off and threw the paper away and continued to suck on his lollipop.

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Epel was grumpily sitting in a chair in Pomefiore dorm with a beauty face mask that was forced on his face by Vil who nagged him that to achieve beauty you have to have skin that puts Snow White to shame.

He’s been sitting there in front of the vanity mirror just glaring at the mask on his face waiting for the ten minutes on the timer to ring.

This whole beauty thing was stupid to him, if he knew that he would be in a dorm that consisted of people obsessed with looks he would have ran.

During his sulking the timer ticked down until it went off with a loud ring. Epel smiled ripping the mask off his face.

“Waahh?!”

He yelled in shocked as he saw his face in the mirror. His cheek had words inscribed into it.

He tried to rub it off hoping for it to come off but the more he rubbed his skin the more redder and irritated his skin became.

It wouldn’t smudge, not even a bit.

He started to panic even more.

How could he ever get this off his face?

Vil would go hysterical if he saw this

Or..maybe he can pass this as if he purposely got a tattoo on his face and show Vil that he can do whatever he wants!

He smirked at the last thought.

But then Vil would just cover it with makeup.

He frowned.

“I don’t want to have makeup on my face but before it’s put on me let me just see what these words say...”

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Riddle had everything sorted out.

The roses were painting red.

The tarts and cakes were done.

The tea was brewed.

The silverware and plates were perfectly set.

Nothing could go wrong for this Unbirthday Party.

“Everyone’s here,” Trey announced to him and Riddle nodded to him.

Riddle raised his cup of tea.

“Let the Unbirthday Party begin!”

Setting his half finished cup down, he scanned the trays of sweets that were laid out in front of him.

There was Chocolate Cake with chocolate piping on the inside. He likes chocolate, it’s sweet with a hint of bitterness but he wasn’t in the mood for a bitter taste today.

Then there was the Vanilla Cake with cheesecake covering it and fruits of strawberries, blueberries, peaches decorating the top of the cake.

It’s a splendid flavor that he wouldn’t pass it there wasn’t strawberry tart.

Yes, that’s the one that he’ll decline any sweet for.

He can see the crust baked nicely, with the strawberries on the top delicately placed to appease its viewers, tempting them to take a bite.

Riddle cut out a pice of the tart that made him forget about all the other desserts on the table.

Gently placing the slice on his plate that he can finally savor.

Grabbing his fork he grabbed a piece of the tart and placed it in his mouth.

He closed his eyes to relish the flavors buzzing his tastebuds.

He would of had relish it if he didn’t feel something that should not be in a tart.

He’s eyes snapped open and he slowly pulled out a long strip of paper that came out of his mouth.

His body shook with anger and the rest of the students soon noticed that their dorm leader was turning red.

Oh no.

The students trembled in fear as Riddle started to interrogate them and the ones that Riddle had “interrogated” were faced with Riddle’s unique magic “Off With Your Head”

Trey stepped in to try to calm down the situation.

“Riddle maybe it was an accident?” Trey tried to reason with Riddle that he should calm down and try to think rationally.

He started to calm down after a couple of minutes.

“I’m sorry for causing a scene and ruining the Unbirthday Party.”

Some students ended up whispering about still having Riddle’s magic collars on their neck.

He won’t remove it until he finds the culprit.

“It’s fine you just overreacted. What I truly care about is what’s on that paper? Is it from a secret admirer?” Cater teases him.

Riddle’s face bursted red “Stop.” He commanded food Cater.

The paper was still in his hand, he brought it closer to his face. “I’m also curious to know how this paper ended up in the tart?”

He opened it.

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“What kind of sick and twisted person would do something like this?” You muttered under your breath. Looking anywhere in the room, you were determined to get out of here.

Maybe it was you but was the room getting smaller or was that claustrophobia getting to you?

The tv that you thought didn’t work began to flicker.

“Hey the tv is turning on,” you called out to the others pointing towards the tv that now was producing static.

“Oh now the tv works after all these hours.” Epel sarcastically said.

“Greetings to you all.” A voice broadcasted from the tv, it sounded muffled by the static but the words could be heard clearly.

“Who are you and why did you bring us here.” Riddle commanded to the person who we think is the one that brought us here.

“It’ll be so boring if I reveal my identity so early in this game.”

“Game?” Epel questioned.

“What buffon nonsense do you think you have the audacity to make us play your game.” Riddle seethed with anger.

“Then how you’ll get out?” If the person behind the screen was seen you bet they would have a smirk on their face.

Lilia rubbed his chin and was thinking “So the only way we can get out is if we play this game of yours.”

“Precisely.”

“Then what game do you want us to play?” Epel asked.

“A game of...Hide and Seek!”

“That’s it? That’s all you want us to play? A game of Hide and Seek?” Riddle narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“Yes, no tricks or anything! Just a simple game of plain old Hide and Seek!”

“This guy is weird...” You said quietly to yourself.

“I heard that.”

You started to sweat.

“I shall pick a number between one through twenty, whoever gets it right will be the seeker.”

“Twenty.”

“Seven.”

“Fourteen.”

“Eighteen.”

After telling the kidnapper your numbers there was a silence of suspense for a while.

“Riddle was right twenty was the correct number.”

Riddle tch and crossed his arms.

A door started to form on one of the walls of the room revealing a dark hallway that you swear looks familiar.

“Also I almost forgot to tell you all that if you try to escape...it would be useless, save your energy for the game! You have two days. I’ll be watching!” The tv shut down and the static gone.

“He’ll be watching us so he wouldn’t want us to not take it serious and hide in the most obvious places. If we want to get out of here then we’ll have to take it seriously.” Riddle told us

Lilia slightly smiled“Oh I’ll give him what he wants, it won’t be easy finding me.”

Epel walked to the entrance “We should hurry, the more time we spend on talking we’re wasting time to end this game early. I dont want to spend two days here.”

“I’ll count to one hundred.” Riddle went to a wall and started to count.

Epel already left the moment Riddle started to count which only left me and Lilia the only hiders still in the room.

Lilia walked over to me smiling “[Name] want to hide with me.” He gave you his adorable smile that showed his little fangs.

“Sure why not it’ll be more fun.” You smiled at him. Surely Lilia has been playing Hide and Seek for a very long time so he would have a lot more experience in finding the best hiding spots considering how mischievous he and you’ve seen your fair share of how good he is at hiding and scaring people.

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Walking with Lilia further into the hallway you would walk pass windows that showed the outside. High gray curved roofs were in your vision every time you would pass windows that you swear to yourself that you’ve seen before.

An eerily feeling set into the pit of your stomach and you started to get fidgety. Being with Lilia as made you notice a few things.

Now that you’re getting your thoughts together you found it strange that you’re now realizing that the voice from the tv sounds strangely like Lilia.

You glanced at Lilia who was walking by your side looking carefree with a smile on his face as if we weren’t being trapped here against our will and not forced to play a game that we were kidnapped for.

“Ooh here’s a stairway we could hide up there. It looks like a perfect spot.” He turned to you giving you a eye smile.

Your skin prickled with anxiety, deep in your mind you told yourself not to go inside but the way he was looking at you made you fear that you didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“Y-yeah lets go inside...” You gulped down your nervousness and gave him a smile to ensure him that your hesitant to go with him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his side and wrapped an arm around your shoulder caging you in. He got closer until his lips were beside your ear hovering over it.

“I can smell fear coming from you.” He grazed his fangs against your ear making you hitch your breath at the coolness of his touch.

There was a door in at the top of the staircase and he quickly pushed you into the room before you had a chance to run.

There were windows in the small room showing the outside, you saw roofs and then you saw the Ramshackle Dorm in the distance.

You were inside the castle all along.

You slowly turned to face Lilia who stood in front of the door with a small grin on his face.

He finally got caught.

“It was you who did all of this,” you sneered in disgust.

“Why.” You commanded him to tell you.

“Ah it took this long to have someone figure it that it was me all along. I thought the others would be smart enough to realize that it was my voice on the tv and notice that my bats were watching them all along. I used advance forms of magic for all of this to happen so no one would suspect me.” He gave a mischievous giggle.

Your eyebrows ceased and you backed away from him.

“That doesn’t answer my question. Why did you do all of this?”

“Why?” Now he was toying with you.

“Well I became interested in you. It isn’t everyday where a magicless human comes from an unknown world and gets in all sorts of trouble and gets out of it. As time went on I began to watch you more until I couldn’t wait any longer to claim you as mine.”

“And I dragged those other two because I do really wish to play Hide and Seek and I knew I would get the best reactions out of them.” He quickly added in a bored tone.

“Did you saw that you would make me yours?” You scoff “Like I’ll ever be yours after you pulled this trick.”

“Too bad you don’t have a say in this.”

Your back slammed against the wall with your arms above your head. His grip on your wrist was tight making your wrist go red. You tried to rip your arms from his grasp but he had them tightly locked in his hands. You tried kicking him but you couldn’t move you legs, he put a spell on them to not be able to move. You became paralyzed from the waist down.

“Get away from me!” You screamed at him, tears prickled the corner of your eyes.

He shushed you and move his head so his nose was rubbing your neck. He inhaled your scent and licked his lips.

“What a sweet smell you emulate. You smell so sweet like candy.” He licked a strip of your neck causing goosebumps on your skin.

“What are you going to do with me?” You asked him trying to pull you face away from him. He grabbed your jaw and pulled you to look at him.

He smiled seeing the fear in your eyes, sweat ecumulating on your face, and the shivers that your body produced.

“This.”

He sunk his fangs in your neck, causing you to scream in pain. He muffled your mouth as he continued on to suck your blood.

Crimson blood trailed down your neck from the wound he caused and he licked it, he couldn’t let no blood of yours would go to waste.

The energy that you had started to dissipate the more he fed on your blood. Your vision started to get blurry, your head started to get dizzy, and you were started to see black spots.

You couldn’t move as you were becoming sluggish, growing slack in his hold. The sound of his sucking and licking was the only thing you could hear as you grew colder and everything went dark.

In a hallway of the castle a light of a lantern held by Riddle illuminated the dark hallway.

Epel walked behind Riddle, he heard a noise sounding that sounded like a scream and he grabbed Riddle’s arm clinging to it.

“I wonder if [Name] and Lilia san are alright? We can’t seem to find them.”

“I’m sure they’re fine.” Riddle said annoyed at Epel’s clinging.

The writing on the papers that they all had read said

“A Night To Be.”

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credits go to @twststarrycorridor and @skipps-things for the the fanfic idea and artwork of it, sorry if this was dark then you intended it to be when you thought of it

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