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mikuni14 · 2 months

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Dead Friend Forever - Ep 11

Another episode, another 10/10 🏆

It never ceases to amaze me how much this series is based in real life. As a person living in a country where the alcohol problem is significant (as almost everywhere 🤷‍♀️), remembering the 80s and 90s, I know situations in which children have to pick up their drunk parents from the streets, endure shame and public humiliation, take care of them as if THEY were the adults. I also know situations in which conflicts over land, the taking of property by someone in power, drove people crazy (I worked with a woman whose MIL went crazy because of it). I also know people who, as children, had to take care of the house because their parents couldn't do it due to their illnesses, addictions and traumas. These are real stories. I KNOW these stories.

Although for a long time I was rather convinced that Non was dead, now, despite the literal facts, I am starting to doubt it 🤡 It's too obvious in this show full of non-obviousness, but on the other hand, the victim's passing in such an ordinary, anticlimactic way is somehow… fitting with the overall painful reality of this show, the banality and ordinariness of evil. Victims often just... go, in silence, without fanfare, without a bang. Although that's why, despite everything, hope somehow grew in me, as if in spite of the facts...

The series amazingly showed love at first sight, the pinkness that accompanied White's entrance, the music, the atmosphere… but it's not the first time, Phee was just as instantly infatuated with Non, as Jin was with Phee.

The series also, consciously or unconsciously, shows that there was a solution when it came to money: there was legal work that did not involve suffering, violence, sex or crime. Tee paid off Non's debts by working at an internet cafe!!! And it's amazing when I think about the fact that Non slept in Keng "out of gratitude" for the money and Tee, looking for money for his father, agreed to work in a criminal organization. And what's more baffling, it's even shown that Tee receives very LITTLE money from his uncle, so it's not even a matter of "selling out to the mafia" for a good money that would allow for professional treatment of his father in the hospital! (I actually thought the whole time that his father was in the hospital and he was paying for his expensive treatment!!!). Even this terrible uncle says:

As I mentioned in another post, I can't bring myself to feel sympathy for Tee because Tee targeted Non, chose him as an easy victim, introduced him to the criminal world, lied about the camera when he really didn't have to (he could have come up with some other lie, for example that they entered the classroom and the camera was already broken, or no one touched it at all and whatever - heh, I came up with this lie in a second so that no one would get hurt - and why did Por bring it to school in the first place?) and then actively work with Top against Non and Keng, although he really, really didn't have to. Tee never de-escalated the situation, he was always the driving force behind events. Even though he didn't have to.

I appreciate that Non is shown to be physically exhausted, which is the result of being beaten. It would be strange if after something like that he just felt good and worked hard. His mental state certainly affects his health as well. How terrible it is that Non thinks that no one is waiting for him at home. that there is no one to return to. It's a child's heartbreaking belief that their parents don't care about them enough to notice that they are gone, to look for them. This is Non's double tragedy: what is happening to him and the fact that he doesn't have something, someone, to give him strength. Even on his note, he states that he is not a loser as his motivation...

The best scenes of course went to Tan, oh how I loved everything. The way he directs Phee towards Tee, the way he incites him. That Tan is not afraid of death. That he has a plan because he didn't trust Phee. It's very possible that for Tan it may no longer be about Non, but about pure revenge and karma and punishment and atonement.

There is an anime that I like, One Outs 😉 There is one scene in this anime in which the main character calls out people, especially politicians, that when they screw up something, they bow, apologize and that's the end of it. That they never pay for their sins, never face real consequences, that they never experience what the victims of their actions experienced. And this scene stays with me all the time while watching DFF. Because we can see, that the boys feel guilty, some more, some less, episode 11 showed that Tee had the greatest sense of guilt of all of them, because he was in the very center of events and knows the most. But what good does it do to Non? Who cares about their guilt and whispered apologies under the influence of drugs, in fear? Did their guilt help his parents or did it help Non and Tan?

None of them ever suffered any consequences or tried to right the wrongs. ON THE CONTRARY. Everyone pretends that nothing happened and is downright furious that this case keeps coming back and ruins their peaceful lives, and it dares to make them uncomfortable. Each of them lives a good life, including Tee, who is in love and happy. The movie is still finished. THE MOVIE IS STILL FINISHED AND THEY ARE PROFITING FROM IT.

Revenge for wrong is one of the oldest tropes in the stories created by people. The Erinyes are some of the oldest figures in the mythology of my part of the world for a reason. It is a disagreement that bad people can get away with their bad deeds. Tan fits this narrative perfectly. He carries revenge, quite possibly only for himself. So somehow I'm glad that "if Non would have wanted it" didn't shake his conviction in any way 💖

I'm still holding off on judging Phee and his behavior towards Tan until the finale. Despite everything, something still doesn't feel right to me 🤔

When things get dangerous at the beginning of the series and they immediately suspect Non's ghost, each of them repeats the same narrative from the past: fear, guilt, the need to escape, to move away from the the problem. In all cultures there is something like prayer, appeasement of vengeful spirits, confrontation with what has been done to these spirits. Notice that all of them, even when they think it might be the "Ghost Non" that is chasing them and taking revenge, not one of them even for a second proposes: let's apologize to ghost Non, let's pray for him, let's promise him and ourselves, that if we come out alive, we will do something about it, we will MAKE AMENDS, do penance, even if it will be inconvenient for us - because that is what penance is about, it is supposed to be "inconvenient", just like the victim was "inconvenient" ffs!!! BUT NO. There is only worrying about themselves, destroying disks, destroying the memory of Non, running away from the problem, blaming others.

Tan is right.

#dead friend forever #thai bl #bl drama

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arceespinkgun · 23 days

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After finishing the Marvel UK comics—which I know JRo read, I even saw JRo's letters in the letters pages!—I am so baffled and annoyed by how he chose to write many of the characters in his own comics. Like, it's one thing when characters didn't have strong, established personalities (like Swerve), or if the story would've been weaker if they weren't written differently, but so many of these choices infuriate me. Rant below the cut:

Why are characters who were amazing and multi-faceted, like the radical yet manipulative leader Emirate Xaaron (who became Primus's vessel!!!), or the rebellious Blaster (who was the main character for a while!!!) basically furniture? Those were two of the standout characters who would have been amazing to see more of, especially Xaaron, who rarely gets revisited! It almost feels spiteful to me.

Why were characters who had one established personality sometimes given the exact opposite one? Is it just for shock value...? I mean, I didn't like Fortress Maximus, but he had a very clear characterization that was based in being so tired of and averse to conflict that he caused other people serious problems. So why was he introduced by ripping Decepticons in half and being a spree shooter? It was literally shown that Fortress Maximus would rather kill himself when faced with pressure than lash out! Prowl was often angry and upset, but it was basically always because someone made a decision that could get people hurt! He was screaming and crying because Grimlock was threatening their peace with the Decepticons at the end, begging him to see them as people who deserve compassion!!! Did JRo just think, "Oh, he yells. Guess I should make him a fascist then?"

Why were characters who had a ton of potential and I would've loved to see explored more deeply made the butt of offensive jokes? Flywheels literally proved to Ultra Magnus that there are good, noble people among the Decepticons, and ended up fighting alongside the Wreckers! It would've been so cool to see more of him! But no, he's made the butt of jokes about his feet (?) and stuff and then immediately killed off horrifically. Spinister as a character was an interesting look into the thoughts of a Decepticon soldier, and he was outwardly cynical but through his actions, showed he actually cared about his fellow Decepticons. So why did JRo think that tons of ableist humor at his expense would somehow improve matters? Spinister being a neurosurgeon was a cool idea, too—there was no need to taint it like this!

Then there are times where he took some element of a character and took it to such extremes by making it super edgy. Okay, Tailgate's only appearance that I remember was going underground on Cybertron as part of an old Autobot hazing ritual he wanted to complete to prove himself. So JRo... makes it his backstory that he was only two-weeks old and then trapped underground for millions of years? Chromedome was underutilized, but had a really cool bio about being a computer programmer who was reluctant to join the war effort, who got caught up in a race between the Autobots and Decepticons on who could have the most upgraded mechanical brains. That's sounds like a really cool story possibility that I could totally see having characters like Prowl or Shockwave, who have some of the most powerful processors, being in! What does JRo have? The Institute and New Institute, where thousands of lobotomies were performed.

Do not even get me started on Rodimus.

The thing that especially irks me is that someone like Nightbeat did seem totally in-keeping with the old version of the character and was awesome, so this all seems intentional.

#rant #I think the most anger I saw toward JRo's characterizations was about Star Saber #but since I've now read Marvel UK I know he did that to NEARLY EVERYONE #also a lot of this applies to other IDW writers as well like Nick Roche #my analysis #transformers idw #transformers marvel

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queerlyvictorian · 3 months

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Idk what this episode did to me, but I have even more thoughts I need to get out. Because I haven’t even considered Eursulon yet!

EP. 22 SPOILERS BELOW

I understand Eursulon perfectly. I as an audience member was always nervous about how easily our Wild One acclimated to city life in the Citadel. Obalfind (sp?) was voicing all of my own worst fears about the precarity of Eursulon’s current position of safety and relative privilege. The more we learned about the Wizard Stripe, the more I could feel that Eursulon stopped feeling like he belonged here. I’ll be thinking about that Deception escape for a long time. Starting off by blending in and attempting just look “normal,” until at a dead sprint, the butterflies land, and Brennan hints that they might be here in response to Eursulon’s sister’s deception and subsequent escape. And then “in defiance of this place” he drops his glamour. And as he runs headlong in danger, he finds that his sister prepared the way for him. An added inspiration to help him leave this place like she had to.

As far as his options go…

Follow Ame. The clearest choice. It was what he was already doing, and on a meta level, it most aligns with the plot of the arc. I wouldn’t be upset by this decision, but maybe slightly disappointed at the lost potential of the other options (one in particular)

Descend the burrow. This is the choice I’m pulling for. If Eusulon chooses to pass it by for Ame’s safety, that in of itself is a complex decision that will be have repercussions going forward, but I’m SO curious about this off-the-path option. Will it take him to the Near Spirit? Could it actually take him directly to Kalaia? I want to knowwwww, and I don’t have confidence that we will know where it leads unless Eursulon makes a selfish choice and continues down the trail his sister left for him.

Turn back to face the Stranger. The least obvious. I’ll be a little baffled if Lou as Eursulon decides this is the route to go. The Stranger’s appearance establishes fascinating lore about his possible relationship with roads (like, is he the Taboo of Passage?), but I don’t know what choosing him does meaningfully for the story being told other than derail it in a fruitful but a little too chaotic of a direction

We shall see what the answer is, but it’ll definitely be interesting, regardless of the option Eursulon choses.

#queerlyvictorian posts #the wizard the witch and the wild one #worlds beyond number #worlds beyond number spoilers #eursulon #wwwo #wwwo spoilers #the wizard the witch and the wild one spoilers

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enbyleighlines · 4 months

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Leigh plays Tellius prt 19

We are in the final arc of part 1 of Radiant Dawn! Which starts with this terrifying scene of Tormod almost losing his surrogate father all because Izuka is up to his racist bullshit again. I'm so glad that Rafiel was around for this.

That said, I feel like this is sort of beside the point, Tormod. I do know that he goes on to say that the feral drug destroys a laguz's sense of self, but I feel like that part should have gone first. That seems like the more important bit. Anyway, the fact that Tormod chose to stick around after this is baffling. If someone tried to turn my surrogate parent into a mindless zombie, I'd probably be committing murder.

I am kind of interested to see how the feral drug might affect one of the Branded. We know how they affect laguz, and how they affect beorc (via Renning), but how would it affect someone of mixed decent? I like to imagine that it would transform them, but instead of turning them into a full dragon, bird, or beast, it turns them into something in-between, kind of like a werewolf situation.

Here comes the biggest douche in town. I feel like his character art in this game is drastically different from his art in PoR. In PoR, he gives off the vibes of a grumpy chef. I much prefer this art, because it makes him look like the self-righteous bastard we all know him to be. I cannot wait to destroy him.

Next was the solo Micaiah map. I did have to redo this one once, only because Micaiah failed to dodge a series of hits, despite the enemy's low hit percentage. Ah, but that's Radiant Dawn in a nutshell.

Alder always bewilders me. He doesn't seem to be much of a character, but then here he does this, and even has this arguably touching bit of dialogue with Jarod. If only Jarod wasn't an absolute monster of a human being. Otherwise I might feel something other than disappointment that we don't get to kill Jarod here. I know this would make an anti-climatic ending to part 1, so he has to survive here so that we can do the big battle in the next chapter. But man. The fact that he could have died here but doesn't is such a tease.

Micaiah, I love you, I really do. I know your core character trait is your compassion. But this man is responsible for all the pain and suffering of the Daein people. Just let the Black Knight execute him. Again, I know it would make the story less interesting, but Micaiah. Jarod needs to die.

Oh Pelleas, you adorable awkward bean. But I have to give credit where credit is due. This takes a lot of courage, courage his spineless body does not usually possess. And though his speech starts out rocky, in the end he does a much better job that I could have done. So kudos to you, Prince Pelleas!

The next chapter is the finale of part 1! But before getting to the map, I'd like to go through my Radiant Dawn babies to compare their stats to their averages and see how they're progressing, so I'll do that in part 20.

Ciao!

#leigh plays tellius #fire emblem radiant dawn #radiant dawn #fe10 #tellius

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sneezemonster15 · 1 year

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So this person @tiesthatbindel @neolavender @neolilac @itunisaaa @neosprivateacc who champions Sakura and holds that Naruto is straight (they said he wasn't gay, didn't say he was bi either, and didn't seem to question his sexuality at all),

who holds Kishi is heteronormative and homophobic (🤦), has been harassing me on my private message and askbox. Here as well. They are using multiple accounts to do so.

Sorry guys, I had to shut off my ask box because this person is just refusing to leave me alone, all because I wrote lol to their comment. I was polite to them, and slightly dismissive perhaps, but this person is making it a mission to gather their followers to block me and hate on me. But seems their only followers are their own alt accounts. Heheh.

I think they feel slighted because I won't take them seriously. They really went from calling my content stellar, and God tier, to harassing me and trying to report me because I wrote a post over a year ago where I talked about my community being on the receiving end of systemic ethnic and religious discrimination in my country.

And a lot more but I blocked them. They are not only badmouthing me but denegrating other SNS fans that I happily interact with. And I am baffled. They simply won't stop.

To prove their point, they also gathered screenshots from a Hinata stan called 'chhote-pandit' who harassed me and several other SNS fans last year, someone who threatened to feed our intestines to their cats for shipping 'brothers', and called SNSers horny fujoshis and dirty lesbians. That person was banned by Tumblr. This person's account also seems to be partially banned. Why are SS and NH stans like this? Bah. Like it's some type of neurosis.

They think Sasuke shinden is canon. Lol. Thing is they went personal, and petty. While I put effort to link them to my content for their benefit, they skipped all of that and started to harass me on my message boards. When I saw that they were spamming my posts, I blocked them. Like I would with any other person. And THAT was their undoing.

Ah. Now one would think I am affected. And I do feel bad, both for myself and them because I didn't deserve this much craziness for saying fanfic writers should dig deeper and presented a research based and well reasoned perspective. And they chose to take offense and take it to a personal level, getting petty, verbally abusing me.

Meanwhile they don't know anything about my ethnicity, my background, my struggles. And if I told them, I can promise they will take it all back. Heh. It can be grounds for even suing them. Yeah, it's that significant. I come from a very interesting (and rare) socio politico cultural intersection. But I value my privacy and anonymity. One other SNSer asked me about it politely and as a response, I left some reading material with them as answer. It explains it much better than I can.

I also am not really bothered as of now because I think I hurt their ego real bad. Just by not taking them seriously. Because I said lol to their comments. They have bigger problems than my dismissal of them.

Anyway, I understand fandoms can be challenging and a lot of people with strong voices get dragged for it on Tumblr. Especially in Naruto fandom. Heh. But the simplest way for them to deal with it was to actually talk storytelling and characters with me, like I did, by sharing links to my content. Instead they got personal while not really doing any of that.

The reason I am here is the story, my boys, Kishi and I find it a lot of fun interacting with other SNSers here. I am grateful that people even make time to read my long winding, seriously long ass posts. Hehehe.

So if you see some stuff somewhere where people are talking about blocking me or talking shit, that's what it's about.

Cheerios. :)

#fandom #naruto #naruto fandom

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shamera · 5 months

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NaNo day 17

early today because it felt like a natural cut here, but i will keep writing if given the chance. I dunno if I'll finish the next scene tonight, after all.

continued from yesterday, but we'll see how far i get as this weekend is going to be really busy. but! i have a plan. a fairy tale plan. because i am that person who likes writing fairy tale aspects into stories.

i miss dfs, though. he won't appear in this story until the second arc, where he slams in aggressively through the wall like the kool aid man.

Fifteen years ago, when Fang Duobing was seven years old, the world changed.

Gates appeared in the brightest cities of the world, swirling with energy and sparking violet volts, appearing in the sky and and on the earth like globes of purple thunderclouds, large as a house.

Dozens appeared all over the world all on the same day, throwing everything into chaos. Some thought it was an attack, others lamented the destruction of places they held dear and people who went missing within the gates, and more still advented the end of times due to the arrival of the gates.

Fang Duobing personally did not remember it, as no gates appeared near him, but what he did remember was the rise of the Awakened.

People called those who fell into the gates and made it back the Hunters. They were stronger, faster, and had the stamina of olympic athletes upon return, each with an almost magical ability within their grasp. Those who returned told the story of otherworldly domains, bubbles of an alternate dimension within the gates filled with wild creatures beyond imagination. Creatures that couldn’t be harmed by any conventional means except by the hands of the Awakened. Each person returned only after a successful kill, and reported the slew of people dead who hadn’t made it.

Some managed to save groups of civilians who had gone through the experience and remained as ordinary as they were before they got pulled through a gate, seconding what had been said: for some reason, the monsters within the gates (dungeons, they insisted, as the places were often dark and teeming with dangers like in a video game) were invulnerable to all damage whether it was explosions or fire or projectiles— until an Awakened individual picked up a weapon, and suddenly they were able to inflict damage. It was baffling. It was terrifying.

To Fang Duobing, seven years old and often confined to bed due to his ill health, it was fascinating.

With the rise of the Awakened, some chose to go back in through the gates in hopes of finding more people to save, of killing more monsters to free those people, and those people brought back items that baffled the rest of the world.

Materials never before seen on Earth. Chemicals and elixirs straight out of a fantasy novel. If the Awakened were akin to superheroes, then what came back in their pockets through the gate started a revolution of science and technology.

Governments attempted to send soldiers in through the gates, hoping to capitalise on the wealth within the dungeons, yet the only ones who made it back alive were the ones escorted by Hunters. And even then, it was a difficult thing. Hunters began forming groups, then sects, to take care of each other. Laws and regulations began to crack down on the Hunters, and in response they either rebelled or did nothing at all, both reactions disappointing those in control.

In China, the sects were wild things, often flaunting their disdain for authority figures and becoming a threat to society as a whole. The gates were a threat to anyone who might come too close, but Hunters were a very real threat to anyone and everyone in the vicinity. They were superhuman and ungovernable, tearing through the already panicked civilizations.

From the chaos, however, emerged several names that Fang Duobing clung to. Above all of them was fifteen year old Li Xiangyi, a mere schoolboy who not only survived the first dungeon but managed to bring more than half his school back with him as well. He was an instant sensation, making international news as a boy who killed over three hundred monsters in the dungeon to bring everyone out, saving not only the corner of his school that had gotten absorbed into the dungeon but also the nursery next door. Nearly twenty children under the age of five managed to survive the dungeon thanks to him and his classmates.

Among his schoolmates, he was the only one Awakened.

A single Hunter, saving over three hundred out of the nearly four hundred people who got pulled into his dungeon. They disappeared for nearly a full week before children started reappearing by the drove.

He continued to return to the dungeons, different ones all over the country, and some across the ocean, attempting to rescue civilians or pull out the bodies of loved ones. Within a year, amidst the chaos that the dungeons brought to the world, Li Xiangyi was regarded as the most powerful of the Awakened, far above all others. Other Hunters would challenge him and place traps for him, but Li Xiangyi dodged and defeated them all with startling ease.

By seventeen years old, Li Xiangyi formed Sigu Sect, banding together like-minded individuals who wanted peace and prosperity amongst Hunters and civilians, and was willing to use their skills to guard the gates and rescue those who fell through into the dungeons. They brought back numerous treasures for people, and the reign of terror that started with the appearance of dungeons slowly started to die down.

When Fang Duobing was ten years old, he was caught in a gate by accident while journeying to the latest of his hospital visits with his nanny.

As the only heir of both the Fang family from his father’s side and the He family from his mother’s side, he mostly had famous doctors brought to his bedside when possible, yet the best doctors were always unwilling to leave their posts for the journey, stating that he would have to come to them as they could not afford the hours away from their job.

Dungeons were temperamental things. It swelled and shrunk like the moon waxed and waned, and knowledge of the movements were not fully understood even three years into its appearance. As such, Fang Duobing had been unfortunate enough to pass close enough while his driver sped along the streets for him and several other cars to be pulled through the gate when previously the gate had been small enough to contain behind fences.

He didn’t remember much of it, having been asleep in the car, but he remembered feeling strange and then waking to panicked shouts and darkness. He remembered being rushed out of the car and into his wheelchair because the car wasn’t working anymore, and the shrieking of strange and terrifying creatures that came closer and closer by the second. There were other people running, other cars that weren’t working, his nanny and driver both pushing his wheelchair and running along with the others away from the sounds of monsters.

He remembered stale air and being more scared than he’d ever been in his life, the air squeezing in his lungs until he felt like he was choking.

The rush of people found themselves cornered in the dungeon, surrounded by walls and darkness and crying out in despair because there was nowhere to run. Peering between the fingers of his nanny from where she pulled him closer to herself in a futile effort to protect him, Fang Duobing could see the vague figures that emerged from the shadows— something dark and twisted that resembled wolves if wolves had double jaws and hundreds of sharp teeth that extended from the mouth all the way down to the torso and legs.

He was heaving in his struggle to breathe, to look despite his fear, as each flashlight revealed a new horror coming at them, and the screams around him were overwhelming enough to burst his eardrums when the sounds changed and soon it all went quiet.

Peering through his nanny’s fingers again, this time he could see a figure in red standing to defend them. The flowing robes, the extended sword, and the long hair pulled into a high ponytail…

Fang Duobing was too scared to blink, this time for fear of the figure disappearing.

It wasn’t a red of blood and fear, the thought was vivid in his mind. It was the bright red that signified celebrations, of New Years and scaring monsters away. It was the vivid red of celebratory banners placed on doors, to attract attention and repel bad luck. Like red firecrackers. Like red wedding gowns.

And in that moment, Fang Duobing believed all the superstitions about that colour.

It was the red robes of the Sigu Sect founder, Li Xiangyi.

It was the first time Fang Duobing had seen a fight, but it was the most beautiful fight he had ever seen. Despite the monsters and the darkness, the swaying shadows and the blood and fear, he felt like he was watching a dance. A dance that would suit only to entertain the emperor in ancient times, with wide movements and flowing sleeves, the glint of the sword and most precise of footwork. Li Xiangyi wove through the monsters effortlessly, like water caught in a whirlwind, full of strength and agile grace, his sword catching on each of the monsters long before they could reach him.

For Fang Duobing, the vision of Li Xiangyi’s back in battle would be embedded into his mind forever.

It couldn’t have taken more than a minute before it was over, dripping blood and ichor along the walls and floors, yet at the end of it the crowd of survivors could only stare, just as amazed as Fang Duobing.

He didn’t even notice when other members of Sigu Sect showed up, helping the civilians and tending to injuries, harvesting tiny crystals from the monsters the same colour as the gate to pass to the civilians, prioritising those who were injured first.

“Excuse me,” his nanny spoke up when a shard of crystal was given to her. She was still holding onto Fang Duobing, whose wide eyes were following the red clothed figure speaking to his assistants. “We can’t just leave yet. I’m sorry, but… we have documents back at the car that need to be retrieved. Medical ones for the young master here.”

“Medical documents?” The Sigu Sect member asked them with a frown. “Surely that’s all online nowadays.”

His nanny shook her head. “There’s been some experimental procedures, and they wanted to compare files… please, if we could go back to the car, it won’t take long to find. His medication is there as well.”

The Hunter looked at Fang Duobing, who flushed in embarrassment and ducked his head. It was one thing to be a helpless civilian, but for his nanny to point out that he might actively hinder them…

“I’ll do it.” A voice spoke up, and suddenly red flooded Fang Duobing’s vision again as Li Xiangyi crouched before him with a smile. “It’s not any trouble.”

The Sigu Sect member (all in those white uniforms, bright so anyone in need of help could see them easily) bowed and retreated to document another person in need of help.

His nanny and driver crowded him in with looks of awe as Li Xiangyi smiled at them first and then said toward Fang Duobing, “How are you doing, then? You’ve been very brave here.”

Fang Duobing could only stare, tongue-tied and starry-eyed.

His nanny ran fingers through his hair, and Fang Duobing broke from his reverie, blushing at the babying. He already exhausted his energy just from the panic, and his uncooperative limbs felt heavier than usual despite not having run a single step of the way.

His nanny and driver gave profuse thanks to the Sigu Sect leader as they explained the situation, and then attempted to push Fang Duobing back the way the came from only to find that the wheelchair had gotten stuck, and one of the wheels bent at such an angle it would be useless unless they could change it out.

They despaired for only a moment before Li Xiangyi offered to carry Fang Duobing, and the next thing he knew he was hoisted up on Li Xiangyi’s back and they were walking back the way they came, with his nanny assisting his driver who had sprained his ankle during the run.

They weren’t alone, as there were others who wanted to bring something back from their cars before they left the dungeon, although most wanted to leave as quickly as possible and asked Sigu Sect to please help them retrieve items later. Still, Fang Duobing leaned against the warm back with wide eyes and fingers gripping soft red fabric as his gaze followed the night pearl which gently illuminated the dark expanse around them, and listened as people conversed quietly, still too afraid of the dungeon to speak louder than a whisper. They huddled together around the Hunter, whose blithe attitude reassured them more than the lack of monsters nearby.

It didn’t take too long before they were back to the empty space with several cars that looked various stages of damaged by monsters that had crawled over them. Fang Duobing was settled down while his nanny and driver went to look for the documents they needed, and Li Xiangyi went to help others who got what they needed and wanted to leave immediately, pressing the purple crystal shards into their palm and instructing them on how to leave.

When it came time for Fang Duobing, he clutched onto a red sleeve rather than taking the crystal shard (merely the size of a pearl), and pleaded, “What if this happens again? I don’t… how can I fight them like you do?”

Li Xiangyi looked surprised. “Fight them? You don’t have to fight them. That’s what the Hunters are here for.”

“But I want to!” Fang Duobing responded, thrilled to finally find his voice around his idol. “I want to protect people just like you do!”

Li Xiangyi exchanged a glance with Fang Duobing’s nanny that he couldn’t quite catch, and then his features softened with a smile. Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a small wooden sword with something inscribed on the hilt Fang Duobing couldn’t see in the dim lighting.

“Alright,” the Hunter said. “You can protect yourself with this if something like this happens again. When you’re all better and healthy, you can bring this and come find me, and I’ll teach you how to defend yourself.”

Fang Duobing grabbed onto the wooden sword like a lifeline, and Li Xiangyi’s smile was the last thing he saw in the dungeon before being transported back the road where they had originally left.

Two years later, Sigu Sect and Jinyuan Alliance cleared the largest dungeon in China, wherein the gate, along with the sect leaders, disappeared.

Seven years after that, with a clean bill of health, Fang Duobing Awakened as a Hunter.

#NaNoWriMo #mlc nano 2023 #maybe i will be able to finish the first part in the next two days #i'm at a crossroads where i want this to go #do i: make this a 'save llh' one or 'sleeping beauty' one #hmmmMMM

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queen-of-bel · 9 months

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some general fe3h thoughts now that i'm at like month 8

starting with the bad and i feel like this is a very severe flaw but this game is not well put together at all. they force you to make all these choices with no context or supporting information and then you just pray it turns out okay

i tried this game first like a year and a half ago and could not stand to finish it. i didn't like anyone in my faction and ed*lgard's vibes were rancid as hell and the idea of pouring like 50+ hours into a game where i want to throttle half the cast was not appealing to me in the slightest

then i tried out dimitri's faction and immediately fell in love with ashe and dedue so i was motivated to keep playing. ironically i think dimitri's vibes are gross as hell too but i genuinely like every other person i have in the group

a choice as big as who you spend the entire game with should not be made after just speaking with the characters for like. 3 sentences. it really will make or break your enjoyment of the game and it's baffling that you're forced to make such an important choice after only 15 minutes of playing

this complaint doesn't just apply to the story, it's towards the gameplay too. the chapter 6 map was complete dogshit. all the warping tiles would've been manageable if it weren't for the fact that you also were on a time limit. i have no clue what the right way to warp is and i have to just pray that whatever i chose is the right answer. i had to restart that battle like 3 times bc i kept choosing the wrong direction. why in god's name am i supposed to be rawdogging this map like that like WHO in the good lord's name thought that was a good idea

and then the devs obviously did not bother to integrate the support scenes into the main game at all like it's actually really laughable. like man i would've expected maybe at least an attempt...

i think ultimately the game is horribly disjointed in a lot of ways and it just feels like it's a bunch of random gameplay mechanics just slapped on top of each other and the game doesn't even bother to try to tie any of it together in a way that's cohesive or even pretends to have it make sense

that being said, it's not as big of a complaint as it normally would be for me bc i actually am (for the most part, dimitri can choke) really enjoying each of those pieces.

i do think it's funny that you can permakill team members with zero fucking fanfare and minimal announcement. rip to sylvain but i didn't even notice he had died. no clue when i lost him 🫡

it's pretty amazing, despite having a lot of my biggest pet peeves in video games, i actually am hooked to this game and can't put it down. quite the definition of high highs and low lows so far, but the highs are outweighing the lows by far

#amelia plays fe3h

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mallorii-fanfictions · 1 year

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AOT FANFIC TEASER

All my work has copyright. Do NOT plagiarize or repost... But reblogs are welcomed :)

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE TAGLIST!! :)

SUMMARY

*I am sh*t at writing summaries. I wanna say the actual story is better than it sounds.

What happens when you, a young adult with a savior complex, and a history of struggle and pain, end up in the world AOT?

AOT, a fictional world that you’ve watched from behind the screen. —Only now, you’re in it. Even more baffling, you have the skill level of Mikasa Ackerman, and the omniscient knowledge of every character’s tragic endings.

You’ve watched Eren Jeager go from a bright eyed, heroically reckless kid, to a talented but terribly cold soldier. You saw the flame in him go out; that broke your heart, and left it bleeding on the floor in many pieces. But somehow— You’ve just been given the chance to make it right, starting a moment just before Hannes’ death, which you know was a turning point for Eren.

Can you save the characters that you’ve grown to love? Can you ignore and suppress your overflowing love for this main character, Eren Yeager? —Or will the world once again end in ruin, only this time, because of You.

*IMPORTANT NOTES*

I have only watched until Season 3, episode 48. Please be understanding that this story references some things that didn’t canonically happen, rather, some of the things I reference (like the tragic ending), was created in my head after having seen photos of the Season 4 Eren Yeager + having read some minor spoilers. (yes, I’m delusional).

Eren Jeager is over 18 years old in this timeline.

Please understand that I only very recently started writing as a hobby. So, this fanfic is notttt going to be superbly beautiful writing.

This is a Eren x You fanfic, however, the character is also called “Umi” by others. Please feel free to disregard the Umi name, but I chose it for its significance, as it means “Ocean,” in Japanese.

|| Chapters and Word Count: Currently unknown length.

Teaser.

TBW

|| Warnings! ||

As of right now there is No sm*t. I do not plan on writing sm*t as of right now.

This story is reflective of some of the shadowed, hidden parts of human nature. There is no shame in feeling such things, only, one should act properly when confronting what is before one, the reality one is in– with keen awareness of the monsters in one’s heart.

—One Last note before we dive in!! Feel free to follow my main account, where I post 100x more content, with a much more diverse range of depth and topics (On my main you will find content without the added element of my brain sickness!)

—This account, the one you’re reading right now, is strictly for my fanfiction.

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CHAPTER 1 TEASER: The new girl?

*For this chapter only, the pov is in 3rd person, and past tense.

*The character’s gender can be whichever gender you feel is right for you.

I wrote them as a “she” for me.

She appeared suddenly, out of thin air.

The titan’s mouth closed in slow motion, and the young woman’s body moved accordingly, on instinct: with a ‘whish’ her flight gear shot out, landing with a hard tchk! into the titan’s neck. Wind force screeched in her ears as she whizzed through the open air, the Titan’s body growing instantaneously larger as the machinery pulled her to it.

She sliced its nape in a long slash— eyes on fire— the point of where to move the blade next was the only thing in her mind and field of vision. Her muscles flexed as her blade dragged cleanly through the dense and thick meat of the titan’s neck. Her arms held up as if she was just cutting through thin wood. She was strong.

In a hairbreadth of a second, she shifted her weight: her flight gear shot out to the cheek of the now crumbling Titan. Steam emitted from its neck, a sign that it was dying, unable to heal itself. The young woman was flying to the titan’s mouth, which was still closing down, about to snap Hannes in half.

She snatched Hannes— the sole of his boot bitten clean off, disappearing behind terrifyingly large teeth. An evil smile still beamed on the dead titan’s face as it fell.

Umi shuddered violently at the sight, and her mind started flashing images of all the action she had just undergone: The titan’s colossal height, the pounding of blood in her ears as she turned off all her emotions and flew towards the beast, and the look of confusion on Hannes face, a split moment before his death and he knew it, but it didn’t register—

But the scariest thing was that she knew she was not dreaming.

I am in Attack on Titan.

Oh god what if I die right now?! Will I feel it? Why am I in this world, can I return to my own?

Umi started wobbling midair, panic flooding her— she would crash into the ground due to her error—

In a blurry flash, a dark haired woman caught both of them.

Umi was aware that her eyes were wide open, but with the feeling of a bomb exploding inside her panicked chest, she couldn’t process anything that was happening. She was strong, but overwhelmed by her first combat.

—But now she was saved by this dark angel! Her and Hannes were saved by Mikasa! Umi looked at Hannes.

Hannes’ face was frozen, stretched in an almost comical terror. He was in complete shock, his body frozen. His mind was numb and blank.

(It would take a long, long time, for him to recover from his shell shock).

They landed on the ground roughly. Mikasa couldn’t handle supporting two rigid, motionless, brainless people.

Umi’s head whipped to Eren’s position—

His hands, still nubs in regeneration, were bitten, bloodied, completely mangled.

Eren, no.. Eren, I’m not too late, am I?

Eren stared at the three of them in mute shock, his eyes blasted wide open— matching Umi’s, who was staring straight back at him.

I—I couldn’t—. Nothing, I couldn’t do anything. Not a single—

Eren thought.

“Eren, Eren!” Umi called, staggering off the ground and half limping, half running to the other shell shocked guy.

“Please be okay, please, please, please,” she cried quietly, her heart strangled in her throat as she made her way to Eren.

“Eren!” She cried, collapsing into his solid frame.

They toppled over.

“Eren! Eren listen to me, please,” Umi cried out.

A hand yanked her away suddenly — she gasped —

“Who are you.” The voice of the one who saved her spoke, coldly, demanding.

Mikasa wouldn’t hesitate to kill me in an instant.

“I—I’m Umi Hikari. I— I.”

I have to be careful with each word, and be completely honest. Otherwise, my story will fall apart.

“Please hear me out before you kill me.”

Mikasa Ackerman glared down at Umi.

“I know the future. I know the secrets of this world.”

Mikasa’s eyes shot open.

“I have to save Eren. Please, let me do that. He’s going to turn into a monster if— if things continue this way. You have to believe me. You can’t understand how vital this is because you don’t know what I do, but I know you can understand that we have the same intent. I want what’s best for Eren.”

Mikasa looked deeply troubled, aggression bristling her body.

“Please, Mikasa.. I can prove it.. I know everything.”

Mikasa spoke in the hardest voice, stony, slicing. “Prove it then. Right now.”

“You— I know that when this mission started, when you guys set off to recover Eren from Reiner and Bertolt, the briefest thought crossed your mind…but you killed it off as soon as it formed, and you forced yourself to forget about it. You threw it into the deep, deep sewers, for his sake..” Umi said, looking behind her, at Eren.

He was on the ground, staring up at her in pure confusion. Though entirely confused, his face always carried the element of being tortured internally.

Eyes widening, Mikasa trembled just the tiniest bit. A sign that Umi had hit the nail on the head.

Umi braved even more. She had to prove she was omniscient, didn’t she? “Honestly, I’d say it wasn’t even for his sake. It was for yourself.”

In a flash Mikasa tightened her grip on Umi, almost breaking the bone of Umi’s wrist.

But Umi persisted. “Reiner and Bertolt… you knew that they might be trying to save the world, even if you couldn’t comprehend exactly how.”

“No— you’re wrong—” Mikasa shouted quickly. Her eyes were large and desperate.

Umi’s face was knitted in pain and sadness. Seeing Mikasa’s tortured state up close was too real.

Mikasa loves him. So much.

Umi’s heart twisted and beat harshly against its ribcage, and she knew.

Of course she does. I knew this.

They’re going to end up together. They’ve been together for almost their whole lives.

I’m only an audience member from behind the screen.

Who was I to wish for somebody I can’t have?

“You would have rather destroyed the world in a reckless decision powered by your heart, than to let Eren die to save the world.”

With a shaking hand, Mikasa let Umi go. She stood, eyes blank and empty, shaking. Stuck in her head.

“I’m going back to him,” Umi said, before turning back to Eren.

He has to be okay—

Umi limped forward.

I can’t believe this is real.

Eren was now leaned over Hannes, who had fainted. Eren glanced up at Umi. His eyes were shining with tears.

“Who—who are you? Thank you, thank you,” Eren said, voice cracking. He began to whimper, sobbing into the open air.

- Teaser END -

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i2gyus · 3 years

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crazy in love (inspired by itzy)

warnings: jungwon has kinda mean parents, name-calling, running away, abuse (?) genre: fluff, angst pairing: enha!jungwon x fem!reader

------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So what?" The male said, "So what if I went to a party? Am I not allowed to have fun?"

"Jungwon," His mother began, "It's not about the party, it's about her."

"What about her?" He asked.

"You went to a party just to see a girl that doesn't even love you!" His father said, butting into the conversation.

"I don't care!" Jungwon yelled, "You don't know me the way she does!"

Jungwon stormed upstairs to his room, making sure to slam the door loudly for his parents to hear.

"Jungwon!" His father called, knocking on his door repeatedly.

"Leave me alone!" He huffed.

"That's it." His father said, "We're moving tomorrow. You will never ever see that stupid brat again. She doesn't love you and she never will."

Tears were slowly forming in the boy's eyes. She doesn't love me? He was positive that it was love. He planned out their future from their (soon) first date to death. But now, it was all gone. Everything was just lost. No more waking up early to buy her lunch everyday. No more waiting outside her dorm to see her. Nothing. But that's when it hit him. Running away.

His plan was to run away from his home around 12AM, meet up with her at Seora's, a nearby cafe and then see what happens after that.

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Time Skip: 11:59AM

One minute until the plan took action. Everything was ready, he planned out everything to the last detail.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

It was time.

Jungwon sprang up from bed, opening his window slightly so he could fit through, the window creaking a little. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. They were clearly coming to his room.

God, it's my parents.

Determined to escape from that 'prison', he began to move a bit faster and little more quieter.

"That's not so far," he told himself, referring to the 3 foot jump he had to make to reach the ground.

Finally jumping, he reached the floor safely and grabbed his backpack that he threw on the ground earlier.

"Jungwon?" He heard his father call, "Where are you?"

I'm not going back.

"Jungwon, sweetie." Another voice called, "Come on, honey, you know we're doing this to protect you."

"To 'protect' me? You're preventing me from seeing the person I love the most, the person-" Jungwon yelled out, but his mother cut him off. He didn't care if they heard or saw him anymore. He needed you.

"The person you love?" His mother asked, "She doesn't give one care about you! Why should you love her?"

"She probably doesn't even know you exist."

"You're running away for some girl that doesn't even love you."

"She hates you."

"She never loved you."

"She-"

"She what?!" Jungwon asked angrily, "What?"

Both parents were now terrifyingly quiet; his mother and father giving him a 'death' glare.

"Well, come on! Speak up!" Jungwon continued, "You always have something to say about Y/N, I'm giving you the chance to say it now!"

They continued to stay quiet for the next 5 minutes. That's when Jungwon realized his chance was now. He could escape now! They wouldn't say anything because they couldn't.

Without waiting any longer, he ran. He ran away from his parents so he could be with you.

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Y/N was peacefully sleeping, that is of course until Jungwon started to knocking on her window like crazy.

A grumpy Y/N awoke to see the boy she loved in front of her; Jungwon. She was initally surprised at first, questions like 'What is he doing here?' and 'Does he know what time it is?' went through the girl's head. But there was one that was constantly in her mind, 'Why me?'

She came back to reality after the sound of 13 more knocks.

"Y/N!" He whisper-shouted, "Can you let me in?"

"Yeah, of course..." She said, still shocked at the sight of him.

Letting him inside her room, she carefully looked at him.

"W-what happened to you?" Y/N asked out of curiousity.

"My parents." He said sighing, "They...Iㅡ"

"It's okay," She reassured him, "Take your time."

He felt at peace, as if she loved him and only him.

"I ran away..." He finally said.

"Jungwon-"

"Before you say anything, I know that it was stupid and immature but, I didn't have a choice. I needed you, not them."

Y/N was baffled at this point. He chose her over his own parents.

"I love you..." She said under her breath, not wanting him to hear.

"I love you too, Y/N" Jungwon responded.

They hugged eachother tightly, never wanting to let go, but sadly, Y/N broke the hug.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me everything, how this happened, how and why you're here right now. Everything."

"Alright," Jungwon agreed, "but it's a long story."

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Time Skip: After the long story

"I can't believe they'd do something like that!" Y/N said surprised, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jungwon stated, "Cause I have you now."

"You're crazy!" Y/N joked.

"Yeah, crazy in love!"

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a/n: this was so hard to write, i can't believe i actually finished it. i had this in my drafts since last night-

➤ taglist (permanent): @moonandsunwoo

#hwallswrld #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enha reactions #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen angst #jungwon x reader #jungwon scenarios #jungwon reactions

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

Maybe not in a mask or a cowl, a dress or a suit, behind a computer or among the darkness, but there was one place you couldn’t be ignored...

You sat at your desk, picking at old tape with the tip of your fingernail. The teacher had nothing interesting to say, so what was the point of being here? What made Gotham Academy so special that you just had to attend this place?

The uniform was overkill, the classes went nowhere, the students were too preppy, and you didn’t have a single thing in common with anyone here.

Anger was starting to bubble inside you as you continued your internal self-loathing. Your mind was only focused on the negative, but it was shifting from school back to home.

No one was ever there for you, not even on patrol. You’d called for backup several times on missions and nearly lost it all when you had to go in alone. If it were anyone else, a teammate would have met them in a heartbeat.

Your plans were always overshadowed whenever you tried to set up a mission or even just a day off. You wanted cookies? Too bad, Tim wants brownies. You wanted to watch a movie? Too bad, everyone chose a TV show. It was the little things that irked you the most. Half the time, you never even got the memo.

And what about when you all come back from patrol with all sorts of injuries and Alfred comes to patch you up? Well, not you. He’ll run to check on cuts and scrapes. Meanwhile, you had a broken wrist and a black eye.

You’d finally run out of things to pick at around your desk which resorted in you tapping instead. There was a brief bit of zoning out as you remembered the time that Damian’s plan for evading Killer Croc’s attack was to push you in the way. Or the time that Jason hid his guns in your bed for reasons he didn’t care to explain. Or when Dick drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell you until after you poured your cereal. Or when Tim told you that you weren’t fit for the mission he had been planning. Or when Bruce blatantly ignored the story you told out of pure excitement, giving you nothing but a “sounds like you had fun.”

While you were in a horrible daze, you felt a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of it faster than the Barry Allen. Without even evaluating the situation, your reflexes caused you to turn and twist your classmates arm backwards as he screamed.

“Hey! Stop, ow, that hurts! Stop! Stop it!” You processed his words too late and knew exactly what was coming next.

“Y/N L/N!” You teacher shouted as you drew your hand back. “Dean’s office. Right now.” Her sharp voice sent a chill down your spine, not even the Joker could do that. You’d be able to explain the situation pretty easily, you just didn’t want to make it worse. But there was one ankle that sent you off the edge. Another student tripped you on your way through the aisles, and that student caught a fist to the face. The audience gasped and shouting from your teacher ensued, but you didn’t listen, you’d take the punishment at this point. So you walked right out and headed for the dean’s office without so much as a hall pass.

“Mx. l/n? What’s this about?” Dean Williams was surprised to say the least, you’d never been sent in for discipline before. Was there a certain way to do this?

“Well, I zoned out and some kid behind me grabbed my shoulder, I accidentally twisted his arm.” You retold your story, the abridged version. “But on my way out I punched a kid in the face because he tripped me. That one’s on me.”

“...Well,” the dean frowned at his obligations, but had to go through with some kind of punishment, “I’m going to have to suspend you for physical contact with a student. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.” You shrugged and slouched back in your chair, giving up on any hope of talking your way out of this. It might as well just happen. You listened to the clicking of the buttons on the dean’s phone as he typed in the Wayne Manor phone number, obviously reaching Alfred almost immediately.

“Wayne Manor.” You eard his faint voice through the speaker.

“Hello, this is Dean Williams from Gotham Academy, may I speak to Mr. Wayne? I have his child in my office.” Your dean explained over the phone, peeking back at your for a split second. You were completely unbothered, it was baffling.

“Is it Damian?” You heard him ask, causing an involuntary eye roll.

“Y/N, actually.” There was a long pause before someone else picked up the phone. “Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Williams at Gotham Academy. I have y/n sitting across from me right now, they seemed to have gotten themself into a physical altercation with two separate students, I have no choice but to suspend them.” You heard a deep sigh over the phone, then the handheld piece was handed to you.

“Bruce?” You asked.

“Really? Fighting at school?” He sounded unimpressed. Nothing new, even when you do something new.

“Something like that. Whoops.” He hung up on you right after that, so you handed the phone back and told your dean, “Guess they’ll get me soon.”

“You call your father by his first name?” Dean Williams had nosily questioned.

“I’m adopted.” He obviously didn’t know you as well as your more troublesome sibling, it was time he just minded his business.

After a good thirty minutes of silent waiting while listening to keyboard clacking and papers flipping by the front desk, the office door opened, and to your surprise, it was one of your brothers.

“I’m here for y/n.” He mumbled, signing the piece of paper and showing his ID.

“Alright, Mr. Harper, I just have to check some paperwork really quick...” The receptionist went into your file and checked for your emergency contacts. “You’re all set. Now, y/n has been suspended for two weeks. I suggest you get to the bottom of their little ‘outburst’ before they’re able to come back to school.” It actually pissed Jason off to hear her say that.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His sarcasm wasn’t subtle. “Come on, kid.” Your brother gripped your arm and led you out of the office, noticing your bitter expression that he couldn’t even rationalize. Was that normal? “So what happened. Bruce just told me to come get you.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes on the brink of tears, he didn’t even come to get you himself. Jason opened the car door for you and nudged you inside, slamming it once you were clear.

“You better have a good reason,” he warned as he started the engine, “I was in the middle of a poker game.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m such an inconvenience.” You were starting to remind him of himself. That was never a good thing.

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jason began speeding down the block, you’d never once seen him obey a speed limit. You’d think someone with a fake ID and a death certificate would want to avoid any run-ins with the cops, but Gotham was just one of those cities.

“Yeah, right.” You reached for the radio knobs and felt Jason’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“No music until you explain yourself.” You fell back into your seat to pout, muttering some curses under your breath. “I won’t tell Bruce or anyone. I swear.”

“I just zoned out. Reflexes.” You bluntly replied.

“What?” He still didn’t have any context to go off of.

“I twisted someone’s arm backwards. Honest mistake.” Jason knew there was more to this story. “But on my way out of the classroom, I punched this kid who tried to trip me. That was on him.”

“As much as I condone payback, you can’t do that at school.” He sighed. “You’ve never been sent home before. That I know of. So why now?”

“Yeah, you know, maybe that’s the issue? You couldn’t tell me if I’ve ever gotten in trouble before. None of you could. You couldn’t tell me a definitive thing about me. When’s my birthday, Jason?” He was at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought.”

“So this was all for attention?” Jason asked. “There’s a hell of a lot of better ways to go about that.”

“Tried them all, this one barely even worked.” You replied with a crack in your voice. “How come none of you care about me? Why am I always looked over? I’m just like the rest of you. I put on that stupid suit every night and kick ass, I get my job done, I get good grades, I’m resourceful, I’m special—” You’d let that last one slip in your rant to your older brother, it shocked him so bad he stopped the car.

“I know what you mean.” Jason stared straight ahead at the empty road. “I felt the same way when I came back. After everyone was used to me being back, it was like nothing ever happened. Bruce just went back to calling me careless, irresponsible.”

“At least you get noticed, Jason. Your identifiable.” You turned to him with a pained look and he risked his confidence to look you in the eye. Once he did, he couldn’t look away. It hurt him to see someone so familiar to himself have tears running down their face because they felt forgotten. No kid should ever have to feel like that. That was why Bruce took him in. That was how Jason became Robin.

“Fuck this.” Jason hit the gas and turned the car around. “We’re getting ice cream. Do you like ice cream? That’s a serious question.”

“I...I guess.” You were somewhat confused by his sudden literal change in direction.

“Good. You’re my kid for today, all my attention goes to you. I’m sure Bruce won’t notice if you’re gone for a few hours.” Jason’s jaw dropped at his last comment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right and you should say it.”

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lucy-sky · 3 years

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The Break of Dawn (Leo Barnes x f!Reader)

You work in a small diner not far from the bus station and try to get over a tragic event that happened to you three years ago. Leo Barnes is one of the steady customers, and at some point you realize there's mutual attraction between the two of you. There's no time for romance though - only one night left before the annual Purge, and Leo has an important job to keep Senator Roan safe as it's the only chance to finally put an end to the Purge.

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Warnings: Sexual content (not super detailed, I would rate this story as Mature rather than Explicit, but still they f*ck), a bit of angst (trigger warning: loss), but Leo is a caring and protective guy who’s ready to hold you

A/N: My first time writing Leo Barnes or any Frank Grillo character, so please don't be mean :))

Taglist: @sweetfictionalworld, @skvatnavle, @lunamoon-87

“There he is.”

Stella pokes you with her elbow.

“What?”

“Your tough guy. He’s here,” she nods to the corner of the diner and you don’t even need to follow her gesture to know that Leo Barnes is sitting there, his usual spot. He’s a bit early today, and it’s understandable - you too find it harder to sleep well as the Purge is getting closer.

“He’s not my tough guy, Stells,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah? Tell it to someone else,” she snorts. “So far I’m just wondering how long you’re gonna keep ignoring that sexual tension…”

“Stella, please.”

“What? Honestly, I don’t know why he’s being such a gentleman… But just FYI, y/n… You know it’s not the 19th century and you actually can make the first move?”

“Even if I wanted to, it’s not the right time,” you shrug. “You know he’s doing an important job. He’s got plenty of stuff to think about and it’s definitely not romance.”

“Who’s talking about romance, sis?” Stella laughs. “You’re both so goddamn tense, you need to blow off some steam. No, seriously. You need to get laid. He needs to get laid. It’s just way too obvious!”

“Oh dear god, just please shut up…” you groan.

“Fine,” she gives you a wicked smirk. “If you don’t want him, then I’m bringing his order.”

You chuckle at this.

“Don’t you dare.”

To be completely honest, you can’t deny that Stella is partly right. There is something between you and this grumpy silent man in the corner. But what exactly? You can’t really put it into words, it’s not just the attraction, or sexual tension as Stella says. You do find him handsome though, you admit that. A couple of times when he was wearing a t-shirt, you caught yourself staring at his muscular arms. Yes, guilty. And still… There’s more than that. You’d call it some sort of mutual understanding.

Leo Barnes works for Senator Roan. In the past, he used to be a cop, now he is the head of security for her. You learnt that one night when he was here, having his usual late dinner. The TV was on, evening news, something about the election of course. And suddenly you noticed him there, standing behind Roan’s back with another guy in a formal dark suit. You blinked, stared at the screen, then looked back at him. He caught your glance.

“Is that… you?” you blurted, realizing too late that you said it out loud. But he smiled, and in his smile there was no anger or annoyance.

“Apparently so,” he replied with a soft chuckle and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “How do I look?”

You started talking ever since then. Barnes usually came to the diner twice - in the morning he just had a mug of black coffee, and in the evening he ordered something to eat. Mornings were often crowded as many people passed the diner before heading to work in the city, so you were busy. But the evenings were mostly quiet.

You often stayed at work late, covering Stella who had to run to her kids or another date. You didn’t mind that since work was always your way to escape. Nobody was waiting for you at home anyways. Somehow, Leo Barnes started to keep you company. He wasn’t much of a talker and you were never into heartfelt conversations with the clients here, but something just clicked. Especially after you learnt about his job and it became clear that your views on the Purge are the same.

Many people hate The Purge, as well as many people support it. Some people hate it because they’re scared for their loved ones, their business (small shop owners who don’t have enough money to afford the Purge insurance often suffer), or they hate it just because they’re against violence in general. And the others… They have more personal reasons. You’re one of them. And somehow, even if you don’t know for sure, you just feel like Leo Barnes has personal reasons as well. He never really told you, and you don’t dare to ask because you know well enough how the memories can hurt. You didn’t tell him either. But still, you don’t know how exactly it worked, you just looked at each other and saw it. It’s like an unspoken secret between the two of you. The details don’t matter anyway. Your stories are in the past and you can’t change it, but what you can change is the future. If Senator Charlene Roan wins the election - the Purge will finally end. You can help with your vote, and Leo… Leo is determined to do anything to help her survive this year. Just this year, and hopefully no one would ever have to survive this nightmare again. You both want it more than anything else.

“Hey.”

You smile at Leo as you place a mug of coffee and a plate on the table in front of him.

“Hey…” he looks confused when he sees the food. Nothing really special: eggs, bacon, some beans and a toast. “What’s that? I... only asked for the usual…”

“Just thought you might need some extra fuel,” you shug. “Only one night left before the Purge, so… you must have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah, you’re right… I actually do,” he gives you a tired smile. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” you nod and turn to leave, but Leo suddenly touches your arm and you freeze.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” you face him again.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yes… Why are you asking?..” you give him a puzzled look.

“Well uh… To be honest I’d be happier if you took a day off… You know, just to make sure you’re safe…”

You feel the heat on your cheeks. Does… does he worry about you?.. The realization makes your heart shrink for a second. Apparently he’s not just someone who understands, he’s someone who cares. You already forgot what it feels like when someone really cares. Well, of course there are your parents, but they’re far away… And Leo, he’s right here.

“It’s okay,” you say, trying not to look too baffled. “Tomorrow we’re closing the diner earlier, right after lunchtime, so I’ll be home long before the Purge begins. There’s no need to worry, really.”

“Good,” Barnes nods. “I just… don’t think I’ll be able to come over and check on you tomorrow, so I just…” he stutters as if trying to figure out something to say.

“I just want you to be careful, okay?” he finally utters, and to your surprise his hand reaches yours, squeezing it lightly. “Just be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah, I... Of course I will,” you try to smile reassuringly. “I promise.”

There’s about five minutes left before closing hour when Leo appears. As usual, you’re still here, helping Mary, the chief and the owner’s wife with all the cleaning up after the working day. While she’s in the kitchen, you wipe the tables, TV-set is murmuring something in the corner. The election, the purge… Always the same.

“You’re closed?” he asks, meeting your gaze. “Sorry, I… Didn’t realize it’s that late already…”

“We’re about to close, but it’s fine, come in!” you assure smiling at him maybe a bit more brightly than you wanted to show. “We’ll get you something to eat, right, Mary?”

“Sure thing,” she replies from the kitchen door. You weren’t the only one who saw Barnes on TV. Since then, he became an always welcome guest as the diner owners supported Roan as well. Otherwise, to be honest you don’t think you could possibly be able to work for them.

You put a plate with food in front Leo as he takes a seat at the counter. While he’s eating silently, you wipe the coffee mugs and place them carefully on the shelf. The TV keeps talking. Something about the bloomimg economy and international murder tourists who keep coming to the US to take part in the annual Purge. You glance at the screen, see their gut-wrenchingly excited faces.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath and shake your head. “Fucking insane.”

“True,” you nearly jump at his words, as you didn’t realize Leo heard you. “I knew people who killed someone on Purge night for… different reasons. But those who kill just because they enjoy it, for fun or sport or whatever you call it - those are the most dangerous.”

“They’re just psychopaths. People like that should be kept in mental hospitals or something. But they just walk around as if nothing’s wrong with them. And the new founding fathers keep telling them how proud they are of them…”

“Roan’s gonna make it stop,” Mary joins the conversation. “This lady’s got some balls, am I right, sir?”

“Yes ma’am,” Barnes chuckles. “She absolutely got them.”

You leave the diner together with Leo. Mary chose to stay inside, waiting for her husband to come pick her up in a few minutes. The night is a bit chilly; you’re shivering, not sure if it’s the cold or the fact that you’re alone with him for the first time.

“Where’s your car?” he asks.

“Oh um… It’s in the service actually. So I’m going to the bus station right over there,” you point. Barnes frowns.

“What about tomorrow?”

“Stella promised to give me a ride home. Leo… I’ll be okay. It’s not the first Purge night in my life, you know.”

“Right,” he clears his throat. “Anyway, since I’m here I can drive you home.”

“You… sure it’s okay?” your voice betrays you a little. “I mean you must be tired…”

“I’m okay,” he assures, then nods at his car. “Come on. I insist.”

“Okay,” you hear yourself saying.

You’re mostly silent on the way. You feel a bit tense, but also kinda… weirdly excited to be in this car, next to him. Damn. Is Stella right, and you’re actually into him? Definitely so. But after all these years you almost completely forgot how it feels - to be into someone or how the relationships work. As if you’re a teenager again. Leo Barnes is the first man who actually made you think of something close to romantic longing since… That night.

“It’s here?” he asks as you reach your house. You nod, and he pulls over. You wait for him to say something, to tell you goodnight maybe, but he doesn’t. Without the sound of the car engine, the silence between you becomes even more awkward. You open your mouth to say goodbye to him, but instead different words suddenly come out.

“Leo, I…”

He looks at you intently. You stare down at your knees.

“Yeah?”

“I just… The fact that you worry about me - it’s very nice of you, really. And… I just wanted you to know that I worry about you too. I worry about you a lot actually…”

“Y/n…” his voice is quiet as he brings his hand to your face, gently urging you to look up at him. His eyes look darker than usual in the dim light of the street lamp nearby. You think if it’s possible to drown in someone’s eyes you’d already be gone.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” he says softly. “It’s gonna be a tough night for sure, but I’ll be fine, I have to be fine. You gotta trust me on this. You trust me?”

“Yes,” you barely whisper, unable to take your eyes from his, and when the tension becomes almost unbearable, his lips finally crush on yours.

You both expected and didn’t expect it, didn’t dare to admit even to yourself how much you really wanted it. Your breath hitches somewhere in your throat as you kiss him back eagerly, forgetting about everything and everyone for this moment that lasts so long and so painfully short at once. You’re both panting as your lips part, foreheads pressed together.

“I… I think I should go,” you mumble as a rush of panic suddenly overwhelms you.

“Yeah… Yeah…” he nods. “You should get some rest.”

“You too.”

You squeeze his hand for a second. Gosh, you didn’t even realize your hand was on his all this time.

“Good night,” you finally murmur, bracing yourself to get out of the car. You feel like something else needs to be said, but can’t really figure out what.

You enter the house and just lean against the door, heart hammering wildly inside your chest. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath. What the hell just happened? And why are you reacting like that? There’s nothing wrong about this kiss. You’re two single adults… Well, probably single. Leo doesn’t wear a ring, so… Damn it, you really got out of practice when it comes to relationships.

A knock on the door made your eyes snap open. As if in a daze, you slowly turn and reach the door handle, already knowing who you’re going to see.

Leo doesn’t say anything. And you can’t read the expression in his eyes, or you simply don’t have time for it, because the next moment he steps inside, his hands cup your cheeks and he kisses you with such longing and desperation it nearly kicks the breath out of your lungs. You don’t know what you’re doing any more, but your fingers are already in his dark hair, scratching the nape of his neck while his lips and tongue keep attacking your mouth. It feels like shockwaves running through your body, and for the first time in years you feel just so alive. All this time your feelings, passions and emotions were asleep, everything around you seemed pale and lifeless as if someone turned down the contrast, but something changed. Not right now, not in the snap of a finger, of course; it happened gradually. Something kept changing deep within you since the very first time your eyes met, and now - you’re finally ready to feel something. To let him in.

You don't think about it though. Or about anything else, to be honest. All you can focus on is what his lips are doing to you, how hot his breath is and how weirdly nice his stubble feels against your skin. Leo’s coat falls on the floor. His big hands seize your waist as he lifts you up, causing you to grip onto his broad shoulders. Pressing you against the nearest wall, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the kisses are sloppy, open-mouthed, and you can't suppress a soft moan. He's big and strong, you feel small underneath him, but you like it.

You can’t even remember clearly how you finally reached the bedroom, frantically helping each other to get rid of the clothes. When you tumble down and he hovers over you, the skin to skin contact is overwhelming. He brushes your hair away from your flushed face, kisses you with sudden tenderness. The look in his hazel eyes is warm yet still full of passion as you cup his cheek and he presses his lips to your palm. An affectionate gesture that makes your heart skip a beat, but you both are too impatient to be soft right now. So he leans in, kissing you harder this time, grunting against your mouth when you pull him closer, craving as much of him as possible. You can feel him twitching against your lower belly as you wrap your legs around him, eager to get more pressure. He’s not even inside you yet, but it already feels so good you can’t help bucking your hips, earning a low groan from him at the friction. His lips trail along your jawline, down to the side of your neck, where he kisses and nibbles, and you just know there’s gonna be marks tomorrow, but damn, you can’t care less.

When he finally enters you and starts moving, you’re almost delirious. Clinging to him, you gasp and whisper his name into his skin, feel the muscles on his back tense as he thrusts deeper. The wave of bliss hits you so hard your vision turns blurry and for a few seconds it feels like you’re not there.

Reality comes back to you slowly, with all the dark and troubled thoughts you can’t escape. Leo is lying next to you with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, so you think he must be asleep. Good for him. Carefully, you slip out of the bed to get a glass of water. It doesn’t help you to get rid of the lump in your throat though. Back to the bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed and let out a deep sigh, trying to fight back tears. Too many emotions for one night.

“Y/n.”

Leo’s voice doesn’t even seem sleepy. You can feel him shifting in bed to reach you, the warmth of his calloused hand stroking your back soothingly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, uh…” You shake your head, bringing your hand to rub your eyes. “I’m good. It’s just… It’s been a while since I… You know…”

“I know. It’s been a while for me as well.”

“I lost my boyfriend three years ago,” you blurt out, surprising yourself that you said it out loud. “During the Purge night. He um… He was a medical student. We lived in an apartment building and we heard someone crying for help. I wanted to stop him but he just couldn’t ignore someone who needed help, you know. He got shot accidentally, right into his head. There was no chance to save him.”

Leo’s hand gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Sorry, I… Don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I’ve never talked about him since the funeral…”

“It’s okay,” he moves closer, pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“I was so angry at first, you know,” now that you start talking you seemingly cannot stop. “I wished I could find and kill them. But then I thought he wouldn’t want me to become a murderer...”

He presses his forehead against the back of your head for a moment. “I know how you feel, y/n.”

You finally turn to meet his gaze.

“I lost my son. I know what this anger feels like. Two years ago all I was thinking about on the Purge night was revenge. I was determined, almost obsessed.”

“Did… you do it?”

“No. I was close to it. Very close. But… One wise person made me realize that it wouldn’t help. Violence only brings more violence.”

“It has to be stopped,” you whisper.

“Yes,” he nods. “That’s why I left the police. Cops have to stay away from the Purge. I couldn’t any more. At least now I know I'm doing the right thing.”

“Right… Just… I’m just scared of losing you too,” you say very quietly, but he hears you anyway. His strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer, enclosing into his warmth. Making you feel safe.

“Hey, hey...” He whispers into your hair as he nuzzles into the top of your head. “It’s not gonna happen, you hear me? Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise.”

You have no doubt your colleagues noticed who drove you to work this morning. But today no one is in the mood for comments, not even Stella. Even though the work goes on as usual, there’s still this tension in the air before the Purge night.

Through the window you can see a bunch of guys gathered around the car with an open trunk full of baseball bats and other stuff you can’t discern. The owner proudly shows off his stuff, other guys laugh, they look pretty chill and relaxed, and your stomach nearly twists at the sight.

All night you could barely sleep a wink. A knock on the door drags you out of troubled slumber. At first you’re not even sure if you really heard it or it was in your dream. But the sounds repeat and you jump off the bed and without even caring to slip something over the huge t-shirt you sleep in. Barefoot, you rush to the door, open it with shaky hands.

He looks so exhausted it seems like he can barely stand. The collar of his shirt that used to be white is now stained with blood. And yet… He’s smiling.

“Leo!..” you gasp, stepping towards him and bringing your hand to his stubbly cheek. “Oh my god, are you… Everything okay?..”

“I’m great,” he breathes out huskily, and his smile slowly turns into a wide grin. “We did it, baby.”

You don’t even try to hold back tears as you fall into his arms, bury your face into his chest. He smells a bit like sweat and blood, but you absolutely don’t care. “I’m so glad you’re here,” you mumble into his ruined shirt. “I’m here,” he whispers back, stroking your hair. Then you realize the two of you are still standing at the porch.

“Alright,” you say, drawing back a little. “Let’s get you in, you need some rest… And you’re probably hungry too… And you definitely need a shower…”

“Wait, y/n. Let’s just… Stay here for a bit? I think we both need to catch a breath,” he chuckles crookedly, reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. You smile back.

“Okay.”

Sitting on the porch with your head on Leo’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around your frame, you watch the sky becoming lighter and lighter as the dawn breaks. You can hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. The city’s slowly getting back to life, waking up after another nightmare.

You both know it’s not the end, the war isn’t won yet, but at least you won this very important battle. And for the first time in what seems like ages you have a good feeling about the future.

Thanks for reading!

Hugs, Lucy

#the purge #leo barnes x reader #frank grillo #fanfiction #the purge fanfiction #the purge anarchy #the purge election year #lucy tries to write

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Lucky Me (Sequel To Unlucky)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You aren’t always born with luck. Sometimes, you meet people who bring it to you. In short, they are your lucky charm.

Requested: Yes, but not in a typical way. A big thank you to all the wonderful people who read, liked, reblogged and commented on part one - Unlucky.

@susceptible-but-siriusexual @simonsbluee @save-the-sky @hacker-ghost @itsminniekat @bi-andready-tocry @imtiredaffff @jazzkaurtheglorious @hereforbeebo @fandomgirl17 and many more ❤❤❤

They are the reason this story is being written. What was originally supposed to be an elaborate one-shot turned into the most liked piece I’ve ever written. I can’t thank you enough, guys. You are amazing and I hope you like this one just as much or even more than the previous. Love you ❤❤❤

Y/N’s POV

I’m grinning at my reflection in the mirror as I put on a pair of earrings. My face is already touched-up with a little make-up and my hair is looking on point. I can almost see my own reflection in the shine of excitement in my eyes. I take in my upper body via a quick once-over in the full body mirror opposite me, and I finally relax my muscles that I didn’t ever realize I was tensing.

“OK, now I’m ready.“ I say as a form of encouragement as I reach behind me for my phone that’s sitting on my bed.

You might be wondering where I’m going? Who I’m going with? What’s the occasion behind this many preparations and pampering?

The answer: Nowhere. No one. Nothing. I’m literally not even going to leave my house.

It might seem ridiculous to someone else, but to me, to my hypnotized mind, it’s perfectly reasonable to be getting so amped up over a FaceTime call. Yeah, you heard me correctly - a FaceTime call.

Well, you see, this isn’t the first time we FaceTime, but it will be the first time we’ll see each other’s faces. I wanted to level the field so I didn’t let him on to what I look like, where exactly I live, etc. Basically, he only knows my name, which I am still prepared to call unfair, considering I don’t know his real name.

A brief backstory to my first ever real interaction with Corpse: I was introduced to him by my friends. They are the ones I always turned to with all the scary shit happening in my life. Often times they didn’t know weather to comfort me or laugh at my curse. My friends suggested I start sharing it to a youtuber named Corpse Husband. You see, I love YouTube narrators and I’ve always been a fan of Mr. Nightmare and I, to be perfectly honest, always kept the idea of sending him my stories in the back of my mind. Nevertheless, I bit the bullet and checked out on of this Corpse Husband guy’s videos. And then another. And another. And before I knew it I was having a marathon after which I was too paranoid to get online, walk home alone at night, leave my curtains open etc. It wasn’t all thanks to the stories themselves. A lot of the fear factor these stories strike with should be credited to the way they are read. Let me tell you, this guy had it all figured out with the reading. Not sending him my stories would just be wrong. So I did, I sent him my first ever creepy encounter which was with a stalker from my high school and it took me only two days to forget about it. It only crossed my mind when my friends blew my phone up, demanding I watched Corpse’s new video. I kid you not, I got more scared by the story when he read it than when I lived it. That’s what settled it for me - I decided to send him each and every story.

And then one day, out of the blue, my life changed for the better in more ways than one. It got turned completely upside down, like a rollercoaster, and I just had to hold on and enjoy the ride, embrace the adrenaline rush and excitement, knowing full well that I chose to get on and there’s no way I can get off halfway through.

I’m being too metaphorical. He sent me an email. He freaking reached out to me. And I was posed with a rough choice. Took me a minute, but I chose to reply to him, I chose to trust him, and I couldn’t just leave him on read one day simply cause I chickened out. Yes, I’m unlucky and these things don’t happen to unlucky people. I mean, they do, but they are nightmares disguised as a dream come true. I’ve lived all my life cautiously: if something sounds too good to be true it’s either not as good as marketed or not true at all. If it’s dark and late and there are no people around, FaceTime someone. If your Uber driver’s sketchy, cancel the ride. I take all the precautions and I still find myself in the worst situations. Or at least...

My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my phone. A simple ringtone I hear every time he calls me. A simple sound that causes me butterflies when I hear it and ultimate devastation if the caller ID doesn’t read the name I want. It always gets me excited, probably more than it should. This time is different, however. It’s scary almost. I’m nervous, anxious, scared, hesitant - all things I never feel when I’m about to answer his call.

With shaky hands I pick up the call and find myself looking at the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Now I know why I would have never initiated this meeting, because I know what color my face is right now. I know my voice has let me down before I even attempt to speak. I know I look like a mess. I know my obvious crush is showing.

Corpse initiated this meeting. He said he was getting too curious and he wanted one of his best friends to see him and for him to finally see her. It’s been about seven months since we first started texting and I haven’t let out a single peep about it to a single soul. It’s just between him and I. We are each other’s safe space away from the rest of the world.

“Thought you weren’t gonna pick up for a second there.“ His voice is not as confident as other times when we’ve talked. His trying to hide his own nervousness and all I wanna do is hug him and tell him he doesn’t have to. I kept telling him over and over again that we don’t have to do this if he’s not sure that he actually wants it. I even offered to show him what I look like, not expecting to see him in return but he declined, saying it was now his turn to even the field.

“I was in another room.“ I manage to say, my voice only shaking a little.

We spend a few moments just looking at each other. Admiring one another. For someone who prefers digital interaction, I am surprised to realize I wish he was actually standing in front of. I wish I could hug him. A long hug of comfort, mutual understanding and hidden feelings.

He lets out a short laugh, shaking his head which causes a few strands of hair to fall over his eyepatch, “I’m sorry...It’s just-...Fuck I’m stumbling.” He chuckles nervously, “I just...can’t believe you are real. You are a real person. And the most beautiful person I’ve seen. That’s corny, isn’t it.” He looks away from the screen, his face now a shade of red. “But I mean it. I’m embracing my corniness. You are beautiful, Y/N. Not that I’m flexing or anything, but I’m lucky to have met you.”

I laugh, feeling my eyes stinging from the tears that have suddenly formed. I don’t want to let them fall, but I don’t have much say in that. “Well, mister Corpse, I can’t begin to compare. I mean...that hair! I still cannot believe it’s you. You are not just a deep voice in my mind. You are....you are...”

“Everything you imagined and more?“ he jokes, making my whole body heat up. “I told you you could trust. I mean, if the hair doesn’t confirm I’m who I say I am, I don’t know what will.”

“Actually, I never tried to imagine what you looked like. I knew those visions...I knew they didn’t matter. Faces don’t matter to us, Corpse. I think you realize that.“

And just like that, all I’ve been keeping hidden is pouring out. I don’t try to stop it - you can’t stop a hurricane with bare hands.

“I never needed a face to imagine us. I always saw as talking on the phone, playing Among Us. Reading scary stories to each other on Discord. I never needed a face to imagine your company. To imagine what we could be...“ I trail off, letting the first tear slip down my cheek.

The most sincere look appears in his eyes, “Fuck, I wish I could hold your hand right now. Never mind, I wish I could hug you, Y/N. Hug you and not let go for a long time.”

I laugh halfheartedly, my chest burning from the intensity of this moment’s intimacy, “I can always tell you where I live.” I’m only half-joking. I really want to see him in real life, not just through a screen, but even this call is out of his comfort zone, let alone a physical meet up.

He surprises me yet again, “Saturday. I’ll bring the take out, you pick the movie.” he says with a smile that is literally saying ‘you didn’t see that coming, did you?’

“How are you sure I don’t live in a different state, or a different continent all together?“ I tease, making an attempt to put my composure back together.

He smirks, “I pay way more attention to your stories than you’d think.” I laugh, shaking my head as a pointless method of fighting the pesky tears that he has 100% noticed by this point. “By the way, just because we’re....” he thinks for a second, “in a weird zone between friendship and...something more, doesn’t mean you have to stop sending me stories. I absolutely love reading them for my audience. They love em too.”

I just realized I am yet to tell him the crazy miracle that has happened. “Well, the thing is...I don’t have any.” His eyebrows shoot up in shock which makes me laugh, “Yeah, I know, it’s crazy. Since the day we started talking I have not experienced a single scary thing. Deadass. I swear on my life.”

If I wasn’t so head over heels for this man already, the baffled expression on his face would definitely send me falling for him. He’s just that adorable. “Wow.”

“I know right.“ I nod, “Seems to me you have enough luck to share with me.“

His eyes light up at that comment, showing just how meaning full it is to him.

“You’re my lucky charm, Corpse.“

“I will never be more proud of any other title, Y/N. That I can promise you with no hesitation.“

“Deadass?“

“Deadass.“

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redrascal1 · 2 years

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Okay, I know I go on...and on....but I still just can’t believe that Disney:

Killed off the last Skywalker

Made the heroine a Palpatine

As more articulate posters than myself have said, they could have ended the Skywalker Saga in a myriad ways....yet they chose...that.

Why? After almost three years of picking apart their decision I still am baffled by their final choice. Stand back as a non SW fan...if you can....and look at it.

We have a villain whose creator described him as Galactic Satan. And a heroic family who are human, who make mistakes, but are still at the end of the day admirable, courageous and loving. And those three qualities saved the galaxy.

What can be more inspiring than that?

Yet Disney, once the most heartwarming family orientated company of all, whose films were fairytales with happy endings, have completely trashed that once so uplifting, ‘feel good’ story ....and completely erased its legacy family....while giving Galactic Satan an heir. An heir who ends up taking everything from said legacy family - including their name - and Disney order us to accept this..antichrist...as our Glorious Heroine.

Along the way she’s turned into the most cold, unfeeling, and arrogant heroine I’ve seen in a long time. And we are expected not to just accept her without question....but applaud her.

I can’t. I’m sorry, but I don’t know this version of Rey. And frankly I think she is a shoddy example of what a woman should aspire to be.

As there doesn’t seem to be any really feasible explanations for Disney’s actions, I’ve had to come to these conclusions.

They did this because for some bizarre, twisted reason, women are not supposed to have boyfriends.

They did this to placate the reylo haters. Because the ‘reylo kiss’....if anything is an insult to our ship. It looks for all the world as if Rey has literally sucked Ben’s life Force out, and her utter disregard for his sacrifice, only cements this. If her grandaddy was Galactic Satan then Rey is a Succubus.

They did this because Terrio had waited years to put his Luke/Leia fanfic on screen.

But most of all....they did this because Kylo Ren turned out to be more popular than their woke heroes. He was the best written, most complex character. He was played by an actor who has twice been nominated for an Oscar. And the Oscar nominated director of The Last Jedi, the best of the three films in the ST, saw his potential and went with it....leading to the most critically acclaimed of all the sequels.

The stupid, moronic idiots at DLF re hired a director known for his inability to ‘finish what he started’ and listened to the likes of the toxic harpies on the JCF: ‘Rey doesn’t need a boyfriend, Kylo is a space Nazi’....yada yada yada ....and the result is the worst SW film ever...even eclipsing The Phantom Menace; because the latter didn’t thoroughly and unequivocally ruin the entire Skywalker Saga like TROS has. TPM didn’t erase the point of the Skwalker Saga, wipe out the entire bloodline, make every character’s sacrifice completely pointless, turn SW into a depressing and dreary farce....and most of all....give the victory to the villain.

Even worse....they told a twisted fairytale where ‘good’ is represented by virginity and the broken, abused ‘villain’ can only be redeemed by dying and is then replaced by his own family by the virgin....his family who ‘celebrate’ his death with huge grins bestowed upon his replacement.

And, as a postcript it’s shown that said abuse victim feels so worthless he’s glad to die to save Lady Virgo Intactica. Star Wars has gone from a space fairytale to a horror story of how being heroic means keeping your knees together, and that suicide is the only option for an abuse victim.

If I had kids the last thing I’d want is for them to see this film....let alone read the frankly disturbing novelisations, both adult and junior, that have been written about it.

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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Subaru Route ー Chapter 3

ー The scene starts on Glimmer Main Street

Subaru: Haah...What will that old geezer make us do next?

Yui: Based on what we had to do yesterday...I’m fairly sure today’s task will be a challenge as well.

ー An old lady walks past them

Yui: ( Hm...? )

Female Vampire E: Haah...This is bad...

Yui: ( That old lady looks troubled by something...? I wonder what happened? )

Selection

→ Reach out (☾)

Yui: Um, excuーー

Subaru: Oi.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: You’re not gonna talk to her, are you?

Yui: Eh? ...That was the plan though...

Subaru: You know the situation we’re in, right? We have somewhere to go, remember.

Yui: That’s true, but...I can’t just ignore it when there’s someone in need right before me...

Subaru: A person in need, you say...?

...

...Haah, fine. Be my guest.

...Seems like you’re still the literal definition of a kind soul.

→ Walk past her

Yui: ( I’d love to help but...We don’t really have the time for that right now... )

Subaru: Hm? Oi, what’s wrong? Let’s get going already.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

Female Vampire E: Haah...What am I going to do?

Yui: ( ...Uu... )

( I can’t just turn a blind eye to someone in need after all...! )

ー Yui runs over to the lady

Yui: Um...Is something the matter, Ma’am?

Female Vampire E: Aah...Miss. Well, I seem to have dropped my dear handkerchief...

Yui: I see. I’ll help you look for it!

Subaru: Geez...Guess I have no other choice...

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( Looking for a handkerchief might be more tricky than I thought... )

Subaru: Oi, it’s not over here.

Yui: Yeah...I haven’t found it yet either.

( I wonder if it got blown away by the wind...? ーー Ah! )

Couldn’t it be the thing stuck on that bench over there!?

Female Vampire E: Oh dear! It is!

Subaru: Haah...You finally found it? Then hurry up and graーー

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: Ah...!

( A bird...! )

Subaru: Hey! Wait!

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: ( It flew away with the handkerchief in its beak... )

Subaru: Che...It’s sittin’ on a rooftop...

Yui: ...I’ll go look for a ladder...!

Subaru: Aah, wait. The idea of you using a ladder is way too risky, I don’t think I could handle it.

...Haah. I’ll go grab it, so just stay put here, ‘kay?

I don’t need a ladder to reach that high...It literally takes one second if I fly.

...There...

ー Subaru leaps up into the air

Yui: ...Ah, Subaru-kun...

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud*

Subaru: ...Here you go. This’ll do, right?

Yui: ( Ah, in Subaru-kun’s hand is...! )

Female Vampire E: Yes, this is it! Thank you so much, you two.

This handkerchief truly means a lot to me...So you helped me out immensely. Thank you so much.

Yui: ( She seems very happy. I’m glad I reached out for her! )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Ah...Sorry we got a bit sidetracked, Subaru-kun...But still, thanks.

Subaru: ...Haah. You baffle me every time with how much of a goodie-two-shoes you are...

...But well...If you don’t mind that, I won’t stop you either.

Yui: Sure...?

( Usually he’d call me out on that kind of behavior...I wonder what has gotten into him today? )

Subaru: Anyway, we’re done now, right? Let’s go.

ー The scene shifts to Rubien canal

Gondolier A: ーー Off we go!

Yui: ( ...Today’s task involves retrieving a certain crystal from an abandoned mine inside a volcano. )

( ...Sounds like quite the struggle... )

Subaru: Oi, what was your problem earlier?

Yui: Eh? What do you mean?

Subaru: You seemed surprised after I said ‘let’s go’, remember? I’m referrin’ to that.

Yui: Ah...

( When we were told we have to head to a volcano today... )

( I was sure Subaru-kun would protest, but he just immediately responded with ‘let’s go’... )

Ah...Right. Please don’t get mad when I say this but...

I figured you wouldn’t like the idea of having to go all the way to a volcano.

However, you immediately rolled with it, hence why I was a little surprised...

Subaru: ...Hmph.

...Everyone has different things they consider valuable, regardless of whether others feel the same way, right?

I finally understood that.

Yui: ...?

Subaru: Take that clown mask the old geezer wanted, for example.

Or the handkerchief that old lady was lookin’ for.

Yui: Subaru-kun...

Subaru: Also...I’m sure that from an outsider’s perspective...What you mean to me...

Would fall under that same category as well, right?

Yui: ...

( How sneaky of him to suddenly say such things... )

( It’s embarrassing but...I feel as if my love for him has only grown. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the lake

Gondolier A: We’ve arrived at Tilkeys lake!

Yui: ( Phew...Seems like we’ve reached our destination. )

( Now we just have to head towards the volcano up ahead. )

Subaru: Haah...We’re finally here, huh...?

Yui: I thought you’d suggest we’d fly here instead of taking the gondola.

Subaru: Yeah...That thought crossed my mind as well, but I might need to save my energy for later, no?

Yui: ( Fufu...Seems like Subaru-kun is taking these tasks much more serious now. )

ー The two of them start walking

Yui: If I recall correctly, there should be a volcano on the other side of the water, right?

Subaru: That’s what the old geezer told us.

Yui: In that case, let’s just keep on walking straight aheaーー

ー The people around them grow restless

Yui: ...

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( It caught my attention earlier but there sure are a lot of couples around this lake... )

( I guess it can’t be helped since it seems to be a tourist attraction... )

T-There’s quite a few couples, huh...?

Subaru: Che...They’re annoyin’...

Yui: ( However, we can’t get to the volcano if we don’t go past them... )

Subaru: Oi, Yui.

ー Subaru suddenly pulls her close

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!

( He pulled me close...!? )

Subaru: We won’t stand out if we walk like this, right?

Yui: P-Probably not but...It’s embarrassing...!

Subaru: From their point of view, we’re...no different from them, you know.

Don’t let it bother you. Let’s go.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

ー The scene shifts to the entrance of the mine

Yui: Ah, seems like we can get inside through there.

Street vendor: ーー One second, you two.

Subaru: Ah?

Street vendor: You’re going inside?

Subaru: What if we are?

Street vendor: Oh no...But if you do, you better take one of these with you.

Yui: Are those...marshmallows...?

Um...Why do we need marshmallows to enter the volcano?

Street vendor: ...You see, there’s a certain tale being told around these parts...

Yui: A tale...

Monologue

ーー What we were told afterwards,

was the sad tale,

regarding this Smaragd volcano.

In the past...Due to the many mining resources,

available in this area,

mining for minerals flourished.

On a fateful day, one of the miners,

fell in love with a Wraith (2),

who lived in the underground lake.

A Wraith and a Vampire,

made somewhat of an odd duo,

but to be able to live alongside her,

the man tricked a female Vampire,

and offered her body to the Wraith.

Why, you might ask? ...Per tradition,

Wraiths are not allowed to leave the place they were born,

unless they take control of the body of another being.

If they try and leave,

they will simply fade away.

Despite the many unfamiliarities which came with it,

the two of them lived happily.

While living amongst Vampires,

the only thing the Wraith grew fond of...

were marshmallows.

...However,

their happiness was short-lived.

One day,

the original owner of the body she had possessed,

regained her consciousnessーー

And killed the man.

Shaking with anger,

the Wraith killed the woman, who had been her vessel,

before vanishing herself.

To this day, the man’s spirit,

continues to look for the Wraith they once loved,

wandering around inside this volcano...

The fellow Wraiths,

as if they chose to carry on their lost comrade’s legacy,

have also taken a liking to marshmallows...

Yui: ...

( I had no idea this volcano is linked to such a sad story... )

Subaru: Hmph. In other words, if we run into one of those Wraiths, we just have to give them these as a snack?

I bet it’s just some urban legend, right? Ridiculous...

ー Subaru walks away

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun, wait...!

( It might just be a made-up story but... )

Um...Excuse me? Could I get some marshmallows while I’m here, please?

Street vendor: Of course. I’ll pray you don’t run into any Wraiths.

Yui: Thank you very much.

( Okay. I have to go after Subaru-kun...! )

ー The scene shifts to the inside of the mine

Yui: ( Where did he run off to...? )

( I don’t think he could be that far ahead... )

Subaru: ーー I knew it.

Yui: Wah! Subaru-kun!?

Geez...It gives me a heart attack when you appear out of nowhere like that...

Subaru: Knowing you, I bet you bought some marshmallows first before coming inside of here?

I figured that might be the case, so I waited for you here.

Yui: I-I see...

Subaru: You actually believe that story from earlier?

It’s just some obvious sales trick (3) to try and get us to buy his marshmallows, no?

Yui: It might be but...You know, better be safe than sorry...Right?

Subaru: ...Haah.

Whatever. Let’s just look for that crystal now.

Yui: He told us it glimmers and lights up, right?

Subaru: Yeah...According to the old geezer, we might find it by searching this rock surface.

Seems like they’ve conveniently got the mining tools all laid out for us.

*Rustle*

*Cling*

Subaru: I’ll use this to chip away at the wall so you look for the crystal.

Yui: Yeah, I’ll try my best!

*TIMESKIP*

*CLING*

Subaru: Haah...haah...

Yui: ( Hm...We’ve been searching for quite some time now... )

( But it doesn’t seem like we’ll find it any time soon... )

( On top of that... )

...Uu...

( Perhaps I’m paranoid after listening to that story from earlier but...For some reason, this place really gives me the creeps. )

*Rustle*

???: Fufu...Ufufufu...

Yui: ...Who’s there...?

*Rustle*

ー A strong gust of wind blows

Yui: ( There’s nobody... )

( Am I just hearing things...? But I could have sworn someone was there... )

Subaru: Oi, what’s wrong?

Ah...Subaru-kun...For some reason, this place has been creeping me out...

Subaru: ...Well, this isn’t the most fun place to be at.

Yui: Yeah...

Subaru: ...Let’s take a small break. You brought some food with you, right?

Yui: Ah...Yes! I got us some sandwiches on the way.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...Here, this one’s yours!

Subaru: Yeah...Thanks.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: Phew...That hit the spot.

( While the location is somewhat unsettling, this feels like we’re having a picnic together, it’s honestly kind of fun...! )

...I should have brought dessert with me as well.

Subaru: Ah? But we do, don’t we?

Yui: Eh?

Subaru: You got them at the entrance earlier, didn’t you? ...Those marshmallows.

Yui: You’re going to eat those!? I think it’d be better if we have those on hand just in case a Wraith shows up...

Subaru: Oh come on, I’ve been tellin’ you that crap is just some urban legend, haven’t I?

Yui: You think so...?

( But well...I guess it’s better to eat them than to have to end up throwing them away... )

Hold on...

*Rustle rustle*

Huh...?

Subaru: Oi, what’s wrong?

Yui: I can’t seem to find them...

Subaru: Hm...Didn’t you drop them somewhere?

Yui: ...

( Don’t tell me...Did a Wraith actually take them...? )

( In that case, I’m glad I bought some just like that person advised us to... )

Subaru: ...What’s wrong? Did you want to eat marshmallows that badly?

Yui: Ah...No. That’s not it, but...

( I’ll just keep this to myself... )

( It’s not like I have concrete proof that they were taken by a Wraith... )

( If the story we were told is true, it might be best to just quietly let it pass. )

Subaru: ...? You weirdo. Whatever. We should get back to work soon.

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling*

Subaru: ...Haah...!

Yui: Subaru-kun, how are things looking on your end...?

Subaru: No luck...I did find this rare-looking gem instead though.

But it’s not the one that old geezer wants...

Here, it’s this one.

Yui: Waah, it’s so pretty.

( It changes color depending on the angle! Wow...! )

( But this isn’t what we’re looking for... )

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Subaru-kun has been staring at the gem in his hand this whole time, it seems. )

...Fufu, I see no harm in taking it home with us to remember this day?

It doesn’t look like the type of gemstone you’d find every day!

Subaru: Y-Yeah...Good point.

*Rustle*

Yui: So...What are we going to do now...?

( We can’t just keep on aimlessly searching around forever... )

???: Fufu...Ufufufu...

Yui: ...!

( That voice just now...It’s the same one I heard earlier...! )

( Are there really Wraiths living here...? Oh no, we’re all out of marshmallows too... )

Subaru: ...What was that voice just now?

Yui: You noticed as well...?

Subaru: Yeah. I could hear it from behind us.

Yui: Yeah...Let’s try heading into that direction.

ー They follow the voice

Subaru: ...Around here, maybe...?

Now that you mention it, I did read this one fairytale from the Demon World when I was a kid...

In one of those stories, their dog barked to mark a location and they found a treasure buried underneath.

Does that ring a bell?

Yui: Eh? Y-Yeah...It’s a famous story after all... (4)

Subaru: This might just be...a similar case...!

...Let’s try diggin’ here.

*Cling*

Subaru: ...Ugh...!

*Cling*

*Crumble*

*THUD*

Yui: Ah! Subaru-kun, look!! Couldn’t it be that one over there...!?

Subaru: You’re right..It’s blue in color just like that old geezer said...

Yui: Waah! Thank god we were able to find it!

Subaru: Haah...Geez, finally...

But...Well, I guess it was worth goin’ through all the trouble...

Yui: Yes.

( Hm...? Then the Wraith’s voice from earlier...? Could she have been trying to thank us for the marshmallows...? )

Subaru: We were able to find the crystal, so I guess we should leave now.

Yui: Good idーー

*Flap flap*

Subaru: Aah...?

Yui: What was...that sound...?

*CAW*

*Flap flap*

Yui: Eh...An eagle...!?

Subaru: Haah!? Where did it come from!? ...Wait, fuck...It’s comin’ our way...!

*CAW*

Subaru: ...! Watch out...!!

*Thud*

Yui: Are you okay!?

( ...Did it target the gem in Subaru-kun’s hand just now...? )

Subaru: Oi oi...Are you after this gemstone perhaps...?

We went through hell and back to find it, so no way I’m handin’ it over!

Let’s make a run for it!

ー The two of them start running

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Subaru: Che...It’s comin’ after us again!

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun! There’s a rail cart over there...!

Subaru: Guess we have to use that to get out of here...!

ー They head towards the rail cart.

Subaru: Oi, hold onto this crystal.

*Thud*

Yui: Yeah...!

( I’ll put it in my pocket so I don’t drop it... )

Subaru: Kuh...

Get...movin’...!

*Rattle rattle*

*Thud*

Subaru: Awesome, it’s runnin’!

Is that eagle still comin’ after us?

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Yui: Yeah...Seems like it set its sights on this gem after all...

*Flap flap*

Subaru: Che...That fuckin’ geezer! He didn’t mention this...!

*Flap flap*

Yui: Ah...! Subaru-kun, watch out...!

Subaru: Fuck...! Oi, you stay down. Don’t you dare raise your head!

*Rustle*

Yui: Y-Yeah...

*Flap flap*

*CAW*

Subaru: Che...You persistent pest! Buzz off!

*Cling*

Yui: Subaru-kun! Don’t push yourself too much...!

Subaru: Yeah, I know...! ...Uwoh...!?

*Thud*

Yui: Eh...!?

( The eagle...Grabbed hold of him...!? )

Subaru: ...Kuh...Oi...Let go of me...!!

*CAW*

Subaru: ...Ugh!!

Yui: Ah...!!

Subaru: Yui...!!

Yui: No way...Subaru-kun!?

( Subaru-kun fell inside the ravine...!! I have to go save him...But what can I...? )

*Rumble rumble*

Yui: W-What now...!? The ground’s rumbling...?

*Creaaak*

Yui: Eh...!?

( The wagon’s tilted to the side...At this rate it’ll fall...!? )

...Kyaah...!?

ー She falls down

Yui: ( Oh no...At this rate, I won’t even live to get my heart back... )

( ... )

Subaru: ーー Yui!

Yui: ( Eh...? )

*Rustle*

Yui: ( My body is...floating...? )

Subaru...kun...?

Subaru: You’re fine now! Hang on tight!

Yui: Yeah...!

*Thud*

ー The scene shifts to a cave

Yui: Haah, haah...

We made it out...unharmed somehow...?

Subaru: Yeah...Seems like it.

Yui: ( But...Where are we? It looks like a cave of some sorts... )

...

( What’s happening...!? I can barely...breathe...!? )

Subaru: Che...Seems like we fell pretty far down...

We have to get out of here before you suffocate to death...!

ー The scene shifts to the underground lake

Subaru: Haah...Oi, are you okay...?

Yui: Just barely...!

( So there’s a lake underground... )

Subaru: Oi, you still have the gem on you, right?

*Rustle*

Yui: Yeah, don’t worry. I’ve got it.

Subaru: Perfect...Let’s get out of here at once then.

I don’t want to stay here any longer and run into trouble again.

Then afterwards...

...Don’t ever leave my side again, ‘kay? Who knows what waits ahead of us.

Yui: Yeah...!

*Rumble rumble*

Subaru: ...Hold up. Something’s...comin’...

Yui: ( This sound...Could it be the rumbling of the ground again...!? )

*SPLASH*

Subaru: ...Water...!?

Yui: Ah...The quakes from earlier might be what is causing the lake to flood...

Subaru: Che...It’s just one problem after the other...!

ー The water flows their way

Yui: Kyaah!?

( We’re being swept away..!? )

Subaru: Oi, hold onto me!!

*Rustle*

Subaru: Don’t you dare let go of my hand!

*Splash*

Yui: ( We...made it out alive...? )

Yui: Cough...cough...

Subaru: Oi...Are you alright?

Yui: Ah...Yes. I swallowed a little water, but I don’t seem to have any injuries.

I’m sure it’s because you protected me.

Subaru: H-Haah!? The fuck are you sayin’...!?

Yui: Eh? ...What do you mean? You proteーー

Subaru: Aah, shut up! Not another word!

Fuck...

Yui: ( Ah...Subaru-kun looked away... )

But it’s really all thanks to you that I was able to safely make it back out.

Thank you for saving me.

Subaru: ...

...Hmph.

Yui: ...We ran into several problems but...

It’s good we got out safe and sound, right?

Subaru: There’s nothin’ good ‘bout this shit. Honestly...We went through hell and back.

I don’t wanna go through that ever again.

Yui: Fufu...I agree.

*Thud*

Subaru: Anyway...Let’s go to the old geezer’s place already.

I’m gonna snap if he calls us out on takin’ too long again.

ー Subaru nearly trips

Subaru: ...

Yui: Ah, Subaru-kun, are you okay...!?

Subaru: I just felt a little shaky in my step. Don’t worry ‘bout it.

Don’t be worryin’ ‘bout someone else when you’re totally worn out yourself.

Yui: Y-Yeah...

( Even if he says that, I can’t help but be concerned... )

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Nn... )

ー Yui wakes up in the hotel room

Yui: ( Huh...? Where am I...? This isn’t...the anitque shop, right...? The hotel room...? )

( I remember heading from the lake towards the antique shop together with Subaru-kun... )

*Rustle*

Subaru: Nn...Ahー Fuck...My muscles sore...

Wait...Hah? Why are we at the hotel...!?

Yui: ( Thank god...Seems like Subaru-kun has woken up as well. )

Say, I wonder how we made it back here?

Subaru: Who knows...I can only remember up until the point we left for the old geezer’s place.

Yui: ( I guess Subaru-kun’s in the same boat, huh...? ...Hm? )

*Flip*

Yui: ( Oh? There’s a note on the bedside table... )

Subaru: What’s that? A note? Give me that for a sec.

ーー The requested gemstone has been successfully retrieved.

Make sure to get plenty of rest today so you’re ready for the final task tomorrow.

...Furthermore, next time I find you two passed out in front of my store, I’m throwing you out on the sidewalk like that so you have been warned.

...That’s what it says.

Yui: Ah...I see...We must have collapsed in front of the store.

Subaru: Geez...Who’s fault does he think that is!?

Fuck...! That older geezer needs to watch his words...!

Haah...I’m gonna sleep. You should rest up soon as well. Tomorrow’s the last day after all.

*Creaak*

Yui: Yeah, I will.

( Today sure was something else but...I had fun. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 話 or ‘hanashi’ is more of a general term which simply means ‘talk’ or ‘story’. However, given the contents of the story, I thought ‘tale’ was a fitting term in English.

(2) A Wraith is a type of ghost or spirit, originally from Scottish Folklore. They are said to be the embodiment of souls who are either on the verge of death, or who have recently passed on.

(3) 子供騙し or ‘kodomo-damashi’ literally means a trick/trap only children would fall for.

(4) I did a quick google search and Subaru is mostly referring to the Japanese folklore tale: Hanasaka Jiji.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 2

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 4]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ KANATO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ RUKI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/SHIN]

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