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dreamerbouquet · 11 days

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FAMILY

Dean Winchester x Sister reader, Sam Winchester x Sister reader

SUMMARY: Y/n, returns to the bunker from school upset. Sam notices this and the brothers talk to her.

Word Count: 1.900

You sadly walked into the shelter and started down the stairs. Sam and Dean found a school near the shelter and enrolled you there to complete your high school education. School went on summer vacation today and you took your report card and returned to the shelter. You were distracted and didn't see your brothers sitting in the library until they greeted you.

Dean gave you a quick glance and a nod, then went back to work. Sam continued to look at you, "Hey kiddo," he said, and then noticing you were sluggish, he put down his book and sat up straighter.

"Hey." You gave a short greeting and moved to go to your room, but Sam's voice stopped you. "Y/n? Can you come here," you sighed heavily and slowly turned and started walking towards the library. Dean looked at the two of you carefully when he heard Sam's question.

Sam gave you his full attention, “are you okay, honey?” asked.

"Yes I'm fine Sam, I'm just tired I'm going to go to my room." you said quickly and when you turned to go back to your room, Sam stood up and gently grabbed you by the arm, stopping you from leaving. "Wait, you didn't even have class today kid, what's the problem?"

You looked down at the ground briefly before looking at Sam, "I'm really fine Sam, like I said, I feel tired." You said and hoped he wouldn't push you further. You didn't want to talk right now because you felt like you would cry right away if you started talking.

Dean said from where he was sitting, "Luckily you're on summer vacation bunny, you can rest as much as you want." said.

You looked at him, smiled slightly and fixed your bag, which was about to fall off your shoulder, and went to your room.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's attitude and watched you walk away. Dean looked at Sam who was standing there, "Come on Sam, we have to finish this, come here." say it, bored with research.

Sam sat down and picked up his book, "There's something wrong with her, Dean."

"She said he was tired," Dean replied, glaring at Sam.

"So you believed that too? Dean, you know she's hiding his feelings." Sam snapped.

Dean leaned back in his chair and started to look towards the hallway where your bedrooms were, "What could have happened? She was looking forward to summer vacation. Did you ask her about her report card? Maybe it wasn't what she expected." he asked Sam.

Sam, "Maybe, I'll go try and talk to her." said and stood up and walked away.

You entered your room, threw your bag on the floor and sat on your bed. You looked around blankly for a while and thought about what your friends had told you. They talked about the things they planned to do with their families during summer vacation and looked very happy. Unlike you, they all had mothers and fathers. You also had a family, not a family consisting of parents and children, but you had brothers who loved you and always protected you. You still wanted your parents to be alive, to be a normal family.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a knock on the door and pulled yourself together. "Y/n, can I come?" When you heard Sam's voice, you realized you couldn't avoid this any longer and reluctantly answered him. "Yes."

Sam slowly opened the door and walked in with a smile and sat next to her. "You didn't show us your report card, so if it's not what you expected, that's okay, we can handle that. It's not that big of a deal." he told you gently. When you looked at him, you saw that he was looking at you with affection. You smiled at the fact that he thought it was your report card that you were upset about, and you took it out of your bag and handed it to him.

Sam took the report card you handed him and his eyebrows slowly rose when he saw your grades, “Y/n, this is great,” he said in a lively tone, but then when he saw you were still upset and your gaze was on the floor, he realized that wasn't the problem and placed the report card on the bed. He tucked your hair behind your ear and tilted his head so he could see your face. "Honey, why are you upset? Whatever it is, you can tell me about it. It's okay." He said it with understanding and kindness.

You knew he didn't like you keeping your feelings to yourself, but you didn't want to upset them either. When you turned your gaze to your brother, you saw him looking at you with an expression on his face waiting for you to speak, and you began to speak slowly. “You know we went on vacation today and,” you paused and turned your gaze back to the floor. As always, Sam put his hand on your back and started patting you to express that he understood you. You continued talking without looking at him. "My friends talked about things they would do with their families this summer, places they would go with their parents, etc." When you felt like crying, you remained silent and swallowed hard to relieve the pain in your throat.

"I'm sorry, honey," Sam said as he continued to rub your back. He knew you were still very sensitive about this. You caught the sadness in his voice and quickly looked at him, "No Sammy please don't be upset, I didn't mean to upset you-" Sam cut you off, afraid you would shut down, "Okay it's okay Y/n, I'm fine just keep explaining." he said and smiled softly at you.

Meanwhile, when Dean came towards your room to check on you when Sam didn't return, he overheard your conversation and started eavesdropping on you in the hallway.

“You know, we never went on vacation with them,” you laughed bitterly, “My friends at school always talk about things they did with their families, and I can't even remember their faces without a picture. Sam, they're so absent from my memories that I can't even miss them. I just feel their absence, that's all." You looked at Sam with tear filled eyes, “This hurts.” you said quietly. You couldn't stand the urge to cry anymore and turned your head to your lap and started crying.

Sam's heart broke when he heard you say "Come here," and he pulled you closer. You let him hug you and continued to cry. “It's okay darling, just let it go.”

Dean, after listening to you talk, slowly walked into your room when he heard you crying. You felt the empty side of your bed tilt slightly and you turned to see Dean sitting there. You wiped your tears and sniffled, trying to compose yourself. They have never left you alone until this age, they have always been more than a brother to you. Now you felt guilty for doing this. "I am sorry." You said and bowed your head.

"Hey," Dean said gently and took his hand. “What are you apologizing for, Y/n?”

"I upset you, you didn't spend enough time with them and now I have no right to do this to you." You said without looking at your siblings.

"Darling, can you look at me?" Dean asked. You swallowed and slowly lifted your head to look at him. "You are not hurting us by saying these things, don't think like that. On the contrary, we are happy that you talked to us, you don't need to keep these things to yourself. We are your family, Y/n, if there is a problem, we will solve it together as always." Dean held your face in his handsand continued speaking, "Mom and dad couldn't be part of our lives, but we will never leave each other, Y/n. Yes, we can never replace a mom and dad, but we are always with you." Your eyes filled with tears and you nodded. When he smiled at you gently, you saw his eyes fill with tears and you hugged him tightly. "Thank you."

“It's okay kiddo, it's okay,” Dean said, returning your hug.

You turned to Sam and thanked him too. He looked at you and, “No need to apologize or thank you Y/n, you can talk to us about anything, no matter what.” said. You smiled, "I'm usually the one explaining things, you never talk about your feelings." you said.

Dean, "Well, I guess we've grown up a bit." he said in a playful tone.

You made a face, "What's the point, we can talk about our feelings no matter what age we are, right Sam?"

Sam, looked at Dean with an approving expression, then turned to you and, "You're so right, bunny." he replied.

You knew that Dean was the one who hid his feelings the most out of all of you. You thought that he had made this a habit when he was protecting Sam and you when he was little. While he was taking care of you, someone had to take care of him, too. Like every child, he needed attention and protection. When such topics came up, he always changed the subject. He quickly stood up and extended his hand towards you, "Now, can I see this report card?" he said, more like a father than a brother.

Instead, Sam picked up the report card from where he had put it and handed it to her. When Dean continued to stare at your report card strangely for more than moment, you realized he wasn't understanding anything and started laughing. Sam rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, taking the report card from Dean's hand. "Hey! I was still examining it." Dean snapped.

"Dean, it's obvious that you don't understand anything, you don't need to examine it that much. In summary, she did well and her report card is fine." he said, giving you a proud look.

Dean smiled proudly and ruffled your hair, "Good my girl." he said.

You quickly pushed his hand away, "Dean! What am I, a dog?" you said, irritated by his action. He continues to tease you, "Oh, you're not just a dog, you're a puppy." said.

You kicked his leg with your foot and he started groaning in pain and rubbing his leg. "Hey! I taught you how to kick like that, you can't use it on me!"

"You're going to get hurt worse if you keep messing with me, Dean Winchester." You said with victory.

Sam looked at you and nodded to himself. "C'mon, stop it," he interrupted, "How about we go out and eat something? I think we should celebrate Y/n's success."

Your eyes lit up when you heard the offer and you jumped up and down and, "Let's eat cake, let's eat cake!" You started to say.

“Okay, today is your day and it will be whatever you say it will be,” Sam said. "Let's go." He put his arm around your shoulder and started walking out of your room with you. Once you left the room, Dean paused for a moment, thinking about what you said about your parents and swallowing hard.

"DEAN, COME ON!" He pulled himself together when he heard your voice and as he walked out of your room, a lively voice called out, "I'M COMING, PUPPY!" he replied.

"DEAN!!"

#supernatural imagine #dean winchester × sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #winchester sister!reader #spn #supernatural #fandom #y/n winchester #4 #j2

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gsstories · 2 months

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Kunoichi of Norrisville

As the title says, I have had an idea for a female ninja, a Kunoichi! I told this idea to my good friend @ikari-shinsei and we have had so much talking about the relationships between the Ninjas and their respective Kunoichi!

I know this has been done before, not exactly full on original but I love how much we have developed the idea so far. So, like in most stories, the Kunoichi is the Ninja’s partner, the ying to his yang, the water to his fire, the moon to his sun, you get the idea. The Kunoichi did not originate from Norrisville nor was it involved with the Norisu clan since the beginning. In fact, before the Kunoichi came to be, they were a trio of sisters who happened to be witches, all specializing in different magical aspects: the eldest, spirits and souls; the middle, magical artifacts and weapons; and the youngest, potions and spells. The eldest and the youngest ended up passing away after an attack just after creating the Kunoichi mask. Its purpose was to let the sisters use the other sisters’ specialized magic since they had a hard time doing so on their own. Now, the middle one, the First Kunoichi, was out and about traveling, taking out any monster that came her way. Next thing she knows, she has her knife to the throat of a man in black and red ninja attire.

The Kunoichi has powers similar to the Ninja, although they are usually more spiritually connected. They have a book similar to the Ninja Nomicon called the Kunoichi Codex (I did not come up with this, it was a writer in Quotev who I shall name later!) The Codex is a bit more direct to whoever has it, considering its writer was not as cryptic as the writer of the Nomicon. The Kunoichi uses war hand fans as a primary weapon and uses a sickle as a secondary one. She has knives hidden in most of her persona and the shoes she got? They are made of metal that can cut through almost anything. (Yes, I was inspired by Carmilla Carmine from Hazbin Hotel, is it obvious-?)

This is the current Kunoichi, whose name is Gin Rose (my persona). She is in the 9th grade and while she is smart academically, she is very dumb when socializing. There is a Yokai in the stone with the Tengu called a Bakeneko, a type of cat demon. Once it was sealed away, she gained a new ability called ‘Neko Moon Strike’. Her type of fighting style is one that resembles dancing, specifically ballet, which is a thing that comes with every Kunoichi, they always incorporate dancing in their fighting. It makes them look graceful and can be extremely useful. Their legs are their most lethal weapon.

First Kuno was a stubborn, anger issues yet quite emotional woman. She was untrusting of people for a long while up until meeting First Ninja. She was… very hostile when they first met, they did not like each other at all. But as time went on, they found themselves getting closer. Eventually, they became friends and soon enough, lovers. They became engaged and cared for each other dearly, First Ninja being the one showing the most affectionate which was usually just headpats or hand holding when they were not in their suits. First Kuno would always blush! F!Kuno used to call F!Ninja a ‘fool’, and now she calls him ‘my fool’. F!Ninja calls her ‘Moonflower’ due to it being a flower she really likes and the symbol she uses in her person when she in Kunoichi form. Sadly, not long after the fight with the Sorcerer and sealing him away, she fell ill and passed away in her beloved’s arms. A tragic end to the original Duo. But death is not the end, no, it’s merely the door to a new life.

I’ll let you figure that one out :)

Have a RC9GN ish art style First Kuno!

If anyone wishes to learn more about this AU or has any ideas or headcannons, I would love to hear them! Who knows, perhaps some of those ideas can help me develop the Kunoichi role even more!

#oc #au #rc9gn first ninja #rc9gn finja #rc9gn #rc9gn oc #oc art #digital artist #artists on tumblr #my art #rc9gn Kunoichi #rc9gn au

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thewolvesof1998 · 6 months

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Hello!!!!!!!! I remember being heavily invested in LA zoo TikTok Buck before (any updates???? 🥺👉👈) but I also wanna ask about You belong with me? (Although tbf I wanna know about all of them 😊) 💞🦛

Hi Hippo!

@mangacat201 also asked after LA zoo TikTok Buck. Sadly there have been no updates on it until now when this scene popped into my head, enjoy!

Eddie looks over to the closed door where his son is sleeping before clicking on the video. Unlike on the LA Zoo TikTok account, where Buck is usually wearing his uniform, Buck is naked from the waist up in this video. He's standing at a kitchen counter, chopping fruit for his morning smoothie. He's talking about the origins of smoothies, which Eddie had never thought about before and very likely wouldn't have found very interesting if it wasn't for this gorgeous man talking about it. He clicks on the comment section and just as he expects most of the comments are about how hot Buck is, how they would love to wake up to that in the mornings. Eddie snorts some of the more ridiculous comments. Eddie types out the comment 'Really interesting information, thanks for sharing!' and hits send before he places his phone down on the coffee table. He tries to focus on the telenovela but his eyes keep going back to his phone. He sighs and picks it up again and starts scrolling through Buck's videos. Most of them are like the first, Buck making food and talking about some random fact. Eddie finds himself smiling stupidly at how enthusiastic Buck is about all the differing topics. It kinda reminds him of how Chris gets when talking about his current favourite thing. Eddie ends up saving some of the videos that he knows his son will find interesting before finally hitting that follow button.

'You Belong with me' fic is inspired by Taylor Swift's song of the same name. Basically at 12, the Buckley's move to El Paso and their new neighbours are the Diaz's:

And you've got a smile, That can light up this whole town (I haven't seen it in a while) Evan was twelve years old when his parents packed him up and left Hershey and Maddie behind. Maddie, his best friend, his older sister and the only one in their family that actually cared about him. She had told them at Friday night dinner that Doug had proposed and she had said yes, it was just a week early that they had found out that she and Doug were moving to Boston. The two siblings had both waited with baited breaths because they knew that their parents would not take the news well. But Evan never thought they would pack and leave her behind. He could still see Maddie’s tear-streaked face, her words still ringing in his ears: “You can’t just leave me behind and forget me like you did with him!” Evan didn’t know who ‘he’ was and from the flinch from both his parents, he was pretty sure he didn’t want to know. His unusual thirst for knowledge had dried up as he stared at Maddie through the rear window, curled up on herself, making her seem even smaller than she already was. Evan was twelve when he met his next-door neighbours, the perfect little family, three children and two parents who love their kids. He was twelve when he met Eddie Diaz, the perfect son and decided to hate him. He was also twelve when he decided that he didn’t really hate Eddie Diaz anymore and they became the best of friends.

Thanks for asking! 🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

#9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #wolf gets mail #wolf answers #buddie fic #thewolvesof1998 writes

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weabdl · 9 months

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Baby Salon Part One [Patreon Commission]

Thank you to @Nope for this story! They are a Diaper God tier and have decided to use their 1500 words a month to have this story written. They told me to post it to whatever tier, and I decided that it would be public, they will always have the right to change this if they want to but until then enjoy part one. Also make sure to thank them in the comments.

My sister has always been such a pain in the neck, ever since we were little, just because we were twins somehow made it my job to be the mature one, or at least that was how it used to be. Somewhere down the line she had turned more mature and dependable, even started her own salon! I can’t describe how happy that made our mother, I mean ya sure I was in between jobs at the moment but that didn’t make my degree in computer science any less impressive.

But sadly, the job market dried up once anyone with a chrome book could do it, once A.I had mastered the art of programing, companies dropped the pay from over 100k a year to a basic minimum wage paying job. That and it wasn’t even programing anymore, it was just looking over the A. I’s code to fulfill certain legal requirements.

“Ring, Ring, Ring,” I woke up on a normal Monday morning to the sound a feeling of my phone going off, I slowly rolled over and pulled it up revealing that my sister was calling, that's when I noticed that the clock read 7:35, with a loud Grone I slid up answering the call. I knew that if I declined it she would be pissed and probably just wake me up in person.

“What do you want sis?” I asked making sure the grogginess was apparent in my voice! I mean most people didn’t wake up till eight anyways, right? So why was she calling this early?!

“Well morning to you too princess, hey I know you need a job and I need a someone who is decent with computers to come and do my internet set up and manage my outreach,” my sister Sophie said, I could feel her clicking her perfect nails together while she said this.

“... Sure,” I said after thinking it over for a few seconds, while I knew I would hate working for my sister I really needed the money, that and I wanted out of my parents' house as quickly as possible. While they didn’t berate me or anything I still found it hard to live there. I had always been a diaper lover, well ever since my late teens, and when I was making good money, I was able to buy diapers whenever I wanted, even had a good stash at one point. But that was starting to get horrifically low, and I needed some way to buy more.

“Now I can’t offer you what you were getting before A.I took over, but I can at least offer you a livable wage you pampered princess,” I heard her laugh as she said this. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand up at this comment, while this would just be normal banter for anyone else, my Tumblr and other secret social media’s handle name was in fact Pampered Princess, and while I had never shown my face on these platforms or connected them to any of my personal emails this comment seemed very out of place.

"Oh, and my friend Abby is now working for me, you know the one you had a massive crush on!” She said, I could feel my face grow red at this comment.

“Ya, ya whatever, anyways I will be over in like thirty minutes then,” I said getting up finally.

"Ok, see you then princess” Sophie said before hanging up, leaving me with way too many questions and not enough answers!

#diaper kink #diaper humiliation #diaper sissy #adult diaper #diaperlife #diaper check #ab/dl #diaper change #ab/dl sissy #baby

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slightlyaboveaverageiq · 7 months

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Connor and the Brat {Part 18}

Connor and Brat arrived at the restaurant looking for a sign of the younger Rhodes sibling. “Connor!” They didn’t have to look long because there his sister was flagging him down from a table, she got up and started walking over to them smiling warmly at Brat and then hugging her brother. “I’m sorry.” She whispered into this ear and Connor was about to ask what she was sorry for when he spotted the older man walking towards them, his father had joined Claire.

“Connor. How lovely you decided to join us, a your little friend too.” His father held his hand out and Connor was tempted to tell him where he could shove it but didn’t want to worry Brat so he took his hand in his and gave a squeeze he was sure would be strong enough to break his fathers hand had held it it any longer. Connors message was clear, he didn’t want to see his father, he wasn’t here for his father, and he would most certainly leave if he said anything out of line. “Well, our table is waiting on us, please follow me.” Brat looked uncertainly at Connor clearly picking up on the change in the atmosphere but Claire took her hand in hers and gave her a reassuring smile leading her to the table with Connor bringing up the rear.

“It’s very nice to meet you Ravenna, Connor has nothing but good things to say about you. And your dress looks beautiful on you.” Bless his sister for trying to make Brat more comfortable, she gave Claire a small smile but quickly dropped her gaze to her napkin and started fidgeting with it. “Connor tells me that you like to paint, do you think maybe you could paint me something for my design room?” Ravenna’s eyes lit up at that and she nodded eagerly to Claire, she pulled the phone out and handed it to her showing her some of the paintings she had taken pictures of before leaving Connor’s condo. Connor’s father watched Brat closely before twisting his mouth into a kind of rueful smirk.

“You don’t talk very much do you Ms. Scott? That’s the best kind of woman in my opinion, pretty but knows when to keep her mouth shut.” Brat opened her mouth and looked ready to defend herself when Claire sent a scathing look to their father and he held his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, no arguments, no whining, it’s just a shame my son found you in the loony bin.” Connor frowned and couldn’t begin to fathom why Claire would tell his father about Brats stay in the hospital, in fact he couldn’t even remember if he had told Claire that’s where he met Brat.

“How did you know about that?” Brats voice was steely, challenging Cornelius to berate her further but Connor could see her slightly shaking. She was trying so hard to be strong but his father scared her and he couldn’t blame her, there was nothing warm nor inviting about the man.

“Funny thing I ran into Dr. Zanetti at a museum a few days ago and she told me all about Connor’s little…charity case I believe is how she put it. She failed to mention how beautiful you were though my dear.” Connor’s jaw clenched and he stood taking Brat’s hand in his own.

“Well this was about as unproductive as I imagine it would be. You’re still a bigoted, misogynistic bastard. Claire we appreciate you having us for brunch, why don’t you come over for dinner tonight?” Claire looked sadly at her brother but she nodded, she couldn’t fault him for wanting to get Ravenna away from their father. Connor watched as Brat squeezed Claire’s shoulder reassuringly as they passed her letting her know she didn’t blame her for what had just transpired. Connor lead the way back to the car and he held the door open for Brat before going and getting in himself.

“Well he’s just a ray of sunshine, I can see why you don’t want anything to do with him. Your sister seems very nice though and I would love to make something for her.” Connor reached his hand over and laced it through hers before giving her a soft squeeze and she squeezed back.

“My father is not a good man Brat, but Claire seems to really like you so how about we go grocery shopping for dinner tonight?” Brats smile increased ten fold and he turned down the street towards the grocery store. “What are you thinking?”

“What if we made crockpot chicken and dumplings? It’s been a long time since I’ve had that.” Connor grabbed the cart and they went through the aisles grabbing the things they would need for dinner along with grabbing a few bottles of wine and some things to make an apple pie for dessert. Connor noticed that Brat looked particularly exhausted when they got back in the car and by the time they got home she was passed out cold against the passenger side window. He smiled softly at her before shaking her shoulder gently and waking her.

“Why don’t you go take a nap? You were up early this morning. I can get everything started for dinner.” Brat looked unsure for a moment but ultimately nodded and trudged herself up the stairs and to his condo, her legs trailing behind her like they weighed a hundred pounds and Connor frowned. It had been a very large change for her in just a few short days, maybe she wasn’t coping as well as he had originally thought.

Connor got the chicken and dumplings going and they should be finished right at 6:30 which is when they had planned on Claire coming over, he had the pie all prepped and ready to go in the oven when she got here that way it would be ready by the time they finished their dinner. He walked down the hallway and cracked Brats door open slightly to see she was breathing steadily and seemed to be in a deep sleep, he smiled at her before going into his own bedroom and changing out of his slacks and shirt and into some joggers and a plain t shirt. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he chuckled softly to himself.

Ava- Since you insist on hogging Ravenna all to yourself the entire meds staff has proposed a custody schedule for your highness 😝

Will/Natalie: Lunch on Mondays and they promise to have her back before dinner

Ben/Maggie: Want to have dinner and overnight stays on Wednesday’s

April/Ethan: Would love to have her join them for the yoga thing on Mondays after dinner

And of course mommy and step mommy Sarah want to have Brat every other weekend 😂😂

Connor could see no flaw in their logic so he texted her back telling her he would make sure to ask Brat what she thought and he would let her know once she woke up from her nap. He was startled by a quiet knocking on the door and looked down at his phone to see it was 6, Claire was thirty minutes early. He went to open the door and smiled at his sister before motioning for her to be quiet.

“Ravenna is sleeping.” Claire made her way into the kitchen taking the lid of the crockpot to peer at the contents of it. “She wanted chicken dumplings and apple pie.” Claire gave a knowing smirk and sat down at the dinner table crossing her legs.

“She’s got you wrapped around her little finger. You like her.” Connor sighed and really wished for the umpteenth time that people would stop calling him out on things he already knew. He was fully aware that he liked Brat but as long as she was in IOP there was nothing he could do about it.

“I do but she’s still a patient so it would be highly unethical of me.” Connor murmured quietly and poured himself a glass of wine.

“Hi Claire.” Connor turned and decided he was going to have to buy Brat some pajama sets because the girl just couldn’t keep walking around in oversized T-shirt’s. She look looked so adorable in it and sleepily rubbing her eyes.

“Hey Ravenna, I think dinners about ready so how about we make our plates and we can eat?” Brats stomach let out an embarrassing growl and she blushed while the two siblings laughed at her red face. Dinner flowed smoothly Claire asking more about Brats makeup and painting projects and while Brat shared a few ideas for a painting she would do for Claire. Connor smiled softly seeing how well Brat took to Claire and how much his sister seemed to enjoy her company as well; they would be good for each other. Dinner stretched in into the evening and Claire excused herself for the night around 9pm leaving Connor and Brat to drink their wine in peace in front of the fireplace.

“I know I’ve been saying it a lot the past few days but I really appreciate you letting me stay with you Connor and how supportive everyone has been.” Brat stood and gave him a small kiss on the top of his head before wishing him goodnight and leaving him alone with an almost empty bottle of wine and wishing that he could have kissed her on the mouth instead.

#chicago med #one chicago #connor rhodes #connor and the brat #ava bekker #connor rhodes x reader #connor rhodes fanfic

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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@fatwithoutkatsudon

Thank you so much for your patience, things in my life kinda got crazy! Going through all my saved Red Hood!Steph fics (and several I bookmarked and have been meaning to get to for a while), I’ll admit I was a little disappointed to realize the majority of fics where we get to see her going Absolutely Off The Chain(TM) are not, in fact, Reverse!Robins fics, just slight role-shuffle fics. All the same, I compiled my favorites, and I hope you enjoy them!

Starting with what you specifically asked for, the Reverse!Robins fics.

archiveofourown.org/works/43121650 This fic is more a series of vignettes than anything else. Plenty of other things are different from your standard Reverse!Robins fic—Cass is Oracle, the Robin Steph has beef with is actually Duke, they gave Steph Jason’s entire arc, etc.—so it’s a very interesting verse to explore, even only for a little while. (Personally, not my favorite? I prefer my role-swap AUs to find ways to fit canon stories into the new format, rather than just hand certain characters entirely different backstories. It’s also a very fandom-standard take on UtRH, if that makes sense. But if you’re looking for a verse with lots of fun concepts & Steph being positively unhinged, it really delivers!)

archiveofourown.org/works/39577671 A collection of the major events in every one of the kids’ live, told in timestamped vignettes.

archiveofourown.org/works/23653387 From death to peace, in a series of timestamped scenes: Stephanie Brown.

archiveofourown.org/series/2747734 The 2nd fic in this series is Steph dropping by to talk with Tim, apparently mid-UtRH. It’s short, and not really violent, but it’s got the vibe (if that makes sense.)

archiveofourown.org/series/1686565 Okay, so this series skips around a lot, it’s mostly slice of life stuff, it’s almost entirely set post-“Red Hood reunites with the Batfam,” and there isn’t really any unhingedness to be found. But! It is a lot of fun, and Steph’s costume design is rad.

archiveofourown.org/works/43507033 More slice of life/post-reunion stuff. So far, just a oneshot of Dick being a brat, and Steph being an obnoxious older sister.

archiveofourown.org/series/2828071 Sadly, there is no Steph in this verse; at least not directly. The 2 fics there are focused on Damian’s relationships instead. But, theoretically, there may someday be RH!Steph. (I’m so sorry. I have my eye on this one and I want to rec it, but it does not actually meet the criteria.)

archiveofourown.org/works/38750607 Jason drops by the alley to say hi to some working girls he was friends with before his adoption. Steph catches him, misunderstands, and becomes incensed at the idea of Bruce sending a kid to do that sort of undercover work. (Probably the weirdest rec on this list, and I completely get it if it’s not your thing. Platonic!ABO, which is to say set in a world with the social/biological rules of any other A/B/O setting but without any sex or romance, just characters going about their lives. Even with those additional changes in place, this manages to check most of my boxes for what I love to see in a RH!Steph piece.) [WARNING: Mentioned past underage prostitution.]

These ones aren’t technically Reverse Robin stories, but Steph still very much takes up a Red Hood-esque role in their stories.

archiveofourown.org/series/852580 Steph wakes up in her grave, but doesn’t have to dig her way out because Jason was already in the middle of digging her up. He takes her back to his apartment to patch her up, and the rest of what’s there so far is just them bonding. (This author is clear Steph’s not going full anti-hero—much to my disappointment—but she’s still planning to help Jason out in some capacity, so I’m including it on this list.) [WARNING: UNFINISHED WIP]

archiveofourown.org/series/2749570 A verse in which Red Hood rolls up into town with his own sidekick, Red Rider. (I’ll admit, I’m not exactly in love with the author’s formatting choices, but that’s a purely aesthetic taste. It also focuses pretty heavily on Steph/Cass, and as I’ve said before, shipping isn’t the catharsis I come to Batfam fics for. So it’s not my personal favorite, but I completely understand if it is someone else’s.) [WARNING: UNFINISHED WIP]

archiveofourown.org/works/43744603 If you want more of Steph being RH!Jason’s sidekick, here you go. This Steph never worked with the Bats before Jason’s return, as far as I can tell, and Jay’s still on pretty foul terms with the rest of the family.

archiveofourown.org/works/43206345 Jason Todd did not die as scheduled. Stephanie Brown did. A very angry Robin still clawed their way back from the grave, ready to tear down everything to prove a point. (This is, like, my ideal Red Hood!Steph. She’s furious, she’s brilliant, she’s brutally efficient, she’s shot up like a tree & piled on muscle mass like it’s going out of style, she hit Tim with a brick, and her plan is focused on taking down Black Mask as much or even more than it is taunting the Bats. I mean, if your RH!Steph can’t pick Tim up by the throat single-handed, are you really doing her justice?)

archiveofourown.org/series/322115 Another where Steph died and Jason didn’t. A really interesting exploration of how that might’ve happened, and how certain plots would go differently thanks to both Steph’s actions & how other people would react to her being the one making them, and, of course, what kind of person being the Red Hood would make Steph into. (Fair warning: I have not read the last entry in this one. This verse has a very particular tone it’s hard to put words to, and while I fully trust this author to do justice to how creepy a good Court of Owls arc can be, I just haven’t been in the mood for that blend. Overall, though, while I don’t 100% agree with their interpretation of RH!Steph, this is a damn fine series of fics.)

I do have a lot of RH!Steph being unhinged in my own Reverse!Robins AU, but considering it’s currently just fractured notes, I can’t really rec it to you. If I ever splice enough of it together into a cohesive narrative & post it anywhere, I promise to let you know.

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The Women in Media group has been for Mary Stott a major focus for the fight for women's equality. Founded in 1970 by a small group of women journalists, including Mary Stott, the group quickly expanded to include women from radio, television, magazines, publishing, advertising, the theatre, cinema, and public relations. 'Concerned that so much of our culture trivializes and exploits women we wanted to break down discrimination by examining the conditions of women's work and promotion opportunities, and to provide facts to influence change. We had no rules and there was no membership qualification. Any woman concerned to help free women from the limitations imposed on them by society in work, at home, in public or in private life was welcome,' she wrote with Josephine King in 1977 in their Introduction to a selection of articles on women in the media.

'Many members knew what it was like, personally or through friends and colleagues, to be told either bluntly or by implication: "You can't do that. You're a woman." Many worked at the BBC where until recently it was almost Holy Writ that women couldn't read the news, much less be seen to read it' (1977, p. 1).

While I don't want to put a dampener on the achievements of Women in Media - which have been considerable - I still think it is important to point out that 'progress' isn't as simple as it seems. There was a time when the BBC did think women were suitable news readers - during the war when it was thought desirable for the men to hear a woman's voice! Those women disappeared very quickly when the war was over, and the BBC quickly reverted to its policy of declaring that women's voices weren't suitable for the serious business of reporting the news - and sporting results.

And even today, while there are more women newsreaders on the radio (although they are by no means half) it has to be noted that radio is the poor relation and that the pattern of women's employment has generally been to 'let women in' after power and prestige have left. (My sister, Lynne Spender fervently declares that one of the reasons women have been ‘let into’ publishing in increased numbers of late is because the printed word is becoming the poor relation with the explosion in 'high tech' information: in Britain there are now more video shops than book shops: see Lynne Spender, 1983.)

Sadly, when it comes to women's issues there is no such thing as winning a battle once and for all: too frequently some women are let into particular positions in response to a demand, but when the demand ceases, so too do the appointments. We find that there is a drift back to males being considered the most suitable candidates. No doubt if Women in Media conducted a survey at the BBC today there would be many who would vehemently declare that there was no discrimination against women, who would be prepared to argue that there were as many women newsreaders as men - and who would even go so far as to insist that it was just the other way around, and that it was men who were likely to be discriminated against because outright favouritism was being shown to women! The name given to this form of behaviour is called backlash: it means protesting that things have gone far enough before inroads are made into your power base. Such is the effect of a few women main newsreaders for a relatively short period of time.

-Dale Spender, There’s Always Been a Women’s Movement This Century

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So the relationship ended. She will be going to Minnesota to return her little sister (9 years old, but the person I was seeing has been raising her).It was an amicable breakup. I understand that she didn’t want to keep being boyfriend and girlfriend knowing that it would have to end. It’s also probably the best thing for my feelings that she it before I got more romantically attached.

She may come back, but I have a feeling she won’t want to be a couple then either. My gut says she won’t be back. If she does come back, it will be a few months after she leaves (she doesn’t know when she will be going yet).

But this has been the BEST BREAKUP EVER. Nothing has changed between us. We still talk and make each other laugh. I drove her home this morning and she held my hand the whole way. I let her be the DJ on the way home over YouTube (the audio was playing through the car speakers) and one of the songs she chose was Whitney Houston singing “I Will Always Love You.” During the musical interlude she turned to me and said “I still love you, Kenny.” I responded that I still love her. It’s just no longer a romantic love. When the song ended she told me “When you miss me, I want you to think of this song.”

Every song she chose related to our friendship/love somehow. The cool part is when a lyric hit home for me, we both squeezed each other’s hand at the exact same time. It wasn’t one person squeezing and the other responding. We were being hit by the same lyrics.

But seriously, NOTHING has changed between us other than the fact that we’re not a couple, just really really good friends.I have never experienced a breakup like this. It’s actually a really good feeling that things didn’t get awkward, there was never any anger. Sure, I shed a few tears in private (I didn’t want her to see that) because that part of our relationship ended, but I have to respect the reason. It wasn’t because I did anything wrong, it wasn’t that she had found someone else, it was just “life happens.” She came back to my shift last night and while the other manager is jealous of her and I spending time talking and laughing while we do our jobs and was very distant -- he has apparently told her that he is going to steer clear of both of us when the three of us work together (I would feel bad leaving him out but he has acted inappropriate to her -- we’re talking photos of a certain body part -- HR is aware and I don’t know whether it will be swept under the rug or acted on; I am aware of three employees he has done this to).He barely spoke to me all night long. He doesn’t even know I’m aware of the multiple claims of sexual harassment. My best friend (that’s what I call her now) didn’t want to involve HR but before she told me about it she confided with a no-nonsense female manager (who sadly moved away recently -- she was a better manager than me, and I’m pretty good). This manager said “Oh HELL no” and went to HR. Which IS our policy. Oh, and this guy is married with children. I will give him that when it comes to doing the job, he is very good at it. But this s*** don’t fly with me. That’s the reason he’s so jealous that she and I spend so much time having fun at work. He wanted her. He couldn’t get her. He doesn’t know that for about a month and a half, I did.

Another employee mentioned having had played played pool the night before and she said “I’ve never even played pool, and don’t know how.” I told her I could teach her. So we went and played pool, and things developed from there. We played seven games. She won four of them. Sometimes I refer to her (to her face, of course, since nobody else would get the reference) as “Pool Shark RayRay (Ray is her nickname; when I called her RayRay she said “It’s been a LONG time since anyone has called me that”).

I actually took a cue chalk (there were a lot of them so I don’t feel too bad that I stole it), and it is in my cubby hole at work to remind me of her. But she and I don’t call it chalk. When I first used it, I described it as “the thing that I don’t know what it does but that people always use it.” We both call it “the thing that I don’t know what it does” now. But based on that, I’m thinking that our last hangout before she leaves should be pool.

She took me to a hot spring that I am not allowed to be at unless I am with a tribe member (she is native American) and there were gates to unchain and re-chain as we went. It was REALLY hot but I handled it. Then we went to what she called the “cold spring” but I saw a small waterfall from the hot spring pouring into the “cold spring” and after being in it, I now call it the “just slightly less-hot spring.” But she says in the winter there is a HUGE difference. I hope we get to go there again before she leaves. It was beautiful. She asked early this morning when the next trip should be and I was willing to go this morning after work but she is re-adjusting to graveyard hours and was having trouble staying awake so we agreed today was not the day. But if I were to go there alone (not that I even know how to get there) alone, I could go to jail. It is sacred tribal land and she had to tell a guy who looked at me weird that I was with her so he didn’t call Tribal Police (I was on their land; they have jurisdiction)..

I cannot claim to know all about her culture. She has taught me some. For example, the manager I mentioned earlier was pestering her with a fake owl one night. At least in her tribe, owls are harbingers of death. Even after I told him that, he kept putting it where he knew she would suddenly see it (like, not from a distance, but where she would open a door and it would be there). That same night, she and I were out getting fresh air and she heard an owl hoot (we do have owls in this area and she wasn’t just hearing things; I heard it too) and she immediately called her mom to tell her to check on everyone in the family and ran inside. He thought the whole thing was funny. I’m not saying I believe that owls are harbingers of death, but SHE does and that should be respected. I hope this jerk gets fired. Good at his job, yes. Us being short-handed, yes. But I’d rather be shorthanded than to work with a jerk who cannot respect other cultures (and is jealous that she and I get along because I treat her with respect and he does not).

I am happy and honored that she still loves me, but also TOTALLY get why she ended romance. But literally NOTHING has changed except her title. She is no longer “girlfriend,” she is now “best friend.” She is good with that. I did ask her to keep in touch when she is gone. Her answer was “Duh, why wouldn’t I keep in touch with you?” Like, she literally showed up at my house last week, unannounced, to check on me because I had missed a bit of work due to sickness and losing five friends in a week (they died). She still cares about me. She has PROVEN that. I am lucky to have her in my life in any capacity. Even if romance didn’t work out, I am SO glad I know her.

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Surprisingly enough, the answer to the question “Do you have a dad” was more complicated than Ralf thoughts...

Akva: Well, I mean...Yeah, biologically speaking I do. My parents got married at 19, and my mom got pregnant during the honeymoon, though they were 20 when I was born...Which weirdly enough is the exact same age I got pregnant and then had a baby but...Anyway, when I was two they had my little brothers, they’re twins, their name is Michael and George, and- Ralf: Michael and George? Akva: Yeah, we’re Guyanese so it’s pretty common there for people of Indian descent to have extremely English name. I mean, it happens elsewhere too but like...You get what I mean. Ralf: No I was more surprised cause it’s um...well...George Michael. Akva: Oh...Somehow I never realized that, and the worst part is considering the fact my mom loves 80s music this might very well be on purpose. Also fun fact, my name, Akvamareen, is not an actual one, it just means aquamarine in Hindi. Neither of my parents can really speak it, but my mom has always been a bit of a hippie and when she found out I was gonna be a mermaid, since she’s herself a human and only my dad is a merman, she thought it would be a really cute way to honor our ancestry and also that I’m a mermaid. Ralf: You’re dodging my actual question. Akva: Uh, yeah...So anyway, then a year after the twins were born, my parents divorced, my mom got custody, and my dad moved to Newcrest. You know, it’s next to San Myshuno so I still could visit him on weekends. However, a few years later they tried making it work again and so when I was 7, my sister Indranie was born. However, this did not last long and before she even turned one, they had broken up yet again. This time though, my dad found a new job in Copperdale and he moved there. Ralf: Where is that? Akva: In Colorado. So you know, not exactly on the other side of the country, but still pretty far away.

Ever since, Akva barely ever sees her dad. Sometime on holidays, but rarely for more than a few days. As to make this worse, he’s never the one to reach out to his children, which makes her feel like he simply does not care all that much about them. At least he paid for child support.

On top of that, out of four children, Akva was the only one to be a mermaid, which just made her feel a bit alienated from the rest of her family. She also just rarely saw the paternal side of her family in general as they were still living in Guyana, unlike her maternal side which has been living in San Myshuno since Akva’s mom was a toddler. Her dad moved all by himself in that city at 18 for college.

Akva: What makes me extra sad is that before that, my dad is pretty active and he’s the reason why I got into sport in the first place. We would play soccer together at the park and stuff. Maybe he regretted starting a family so young and so he tried to run away from it...I’m not sure I wanna know. Ralf: Uh, that’s weird how your siblings include a pair of twins and one that was born when you were seven. Cause my sisters are twins who were born when I was seven...Which also is what started the downfall of my own relationship with my parents, as I told you earlier. Though thankfully for you, you still had your mom. Akva: Did this caused you to have a bad relationship with your sisters? Ralf: Nah, Gisela and Sabine (that’s their name in case you couldn’t tell) did nothing wrong and we’ve always got along great. Sadly, our age gap mean they were too young to ever stood up to me properly and now they... Akva: They what? Ralf: They think I’m dead alright. It’s also why I haven’t spoke to my parents in so many years. I’m sad I can’t see my sister anymore, but I had to cut the bridges with my family in Leipzig if I wanted to remain sane in Windenburg. Akva: WHAT??? Ralf: I gotta go to the bathroom.

Was he literal? The fact he left the conversation so abruptly means probably, but like...no way he faked his actual death right? Faking your death in this day and age is near impossible anyway...Nah, he’s probably exaggerating a bit for dramatic effect.

Sadly, Akva could not go looking for him, as her flight was about to start boarding soon. Guess she’ll have to ask him next time. And hopefully this time, he will accept to teach her how to fly.

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Bruh- big dick doesn’t always equal dominance. I’ve always loved the idea of being submissive as early as 10-11 years old. My sisters loved Girls Generation, and it began my attraction to older women. They were all so gorgeous and instantly caught me attention by surprise.

But RED VELVET- they started the kinks and fetishes for me. They were the reason why when I got my first girlfriend at 13, I knew what would make me hard instantly. I wanted to be stepped on and be controlled by her — I even whined to get her attention. Sadly, she didn’t want like a submissive boyfriend because intercourse was the only thing she wanted from a guy with a 7 inch dick at the time. Although I could get a lot of girls through hookup culture since rumours were spreading around that I had the best dick in the whole school in year 7-9 (around grade 8-10) (My dick started growing from when I was 9 or 10 and it was so big that I outgrew all of the boys by the time I turned 14 — even my Asian friends lol), a lot of girls wouldn’t want me once they realised I was submissive or I was moaning louder than than them or too femininely. Ever since then, I started feeling insecure with my dick and would even wished I had a normal average size. This even goes with the same for guys. Whenever I would make out with them, they would expect me to top them because I had a bigger dick. When they asked “why do you have a large dick if you aren’t going to use it anyways” or “why are you a bottom when you have a big dick”, it makes me feel ashamed that I would do anything to make it at least 3 inches smaller.

Once when I was 14, I finally had an experience with an older girl (about 17-18) and she was very supportive with my kinks and me being submissive. It was the best sexual encounter I’ve ever done for which made me feel more confident when she said that my moans sounded adorable — like a kitten.

One day, me and some friends went to a sleepover party and I was dared to play 7 minutes in heaven with my closest friend of 8 years (since year 1 when we started school for the first time and interesting fact, I just came back from South Korea over the holidays) and since he was gay and I was bi, I didn’t mind to do it with him.

When we got to the closet, I told him that I was a bottom and he was like “Cool! I’m a top so-” and I smiled because I was being accepted despite already seeing me naked. I must of gotten so emotional since I managed to blurt out a “really?” You wanna know what he said?

“Sam, I knew you were a bottom, and I accept you no matter what. I like topping anyways.”

This left me emotional, even when the 7 minutes was up. Don’t worry, he decided to suck my dick whilst fingering my butthole.

I then proceeded to ask if he actually meant what he said during the 7 minutes (because it could easily change since I’ve been manipulated a lot), and well…

“You’re my best friend, of course I meant it. Any time you want to fuck, you can call me. Bros before hoes.”

From around March, we processed to be besties with benefits until few days after Halloween, I wanted to change it up. I asked him to be my boyfriend and he said yes.

It’s our 4 year anniversary today and since we didn’t have a lot of time due to assignments, we literally had a date at the college canteen where we literally paid for each other’s chips and ate together at the tables. That’s literally our typical dates basically.

You are completely right, a large penis doesn't mean dominance and it shouldn't automatically be assumed from those who have one. It is hard to be comfortable with your sexuality when you've really only been met with an adverse response. It sucks people aren't as open minded and accepting that you're not what they expect you to be. I have been approached by men who are more submissive. Sense I'm also submissive it kinda doesn't work but I still try and give it a chance. But I'm happy that after all of that you've still had good experiences and you've found someone who accepts and loves you as you are and that's what's really important. I''m so happy you can have that, I wish you both many beautiful years.

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Tensei Oujo to Tensai Reijou no Mahou Kakumei 5

Author: Piero Karasu

Illustrator: Yuri Kisaragi

Label: Fujimi Fantasia Bunko

Release Date: 20 August 2022

My Score: 3/5

English Release: Yen Press is releasing this series in English as The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady so please check it out if you are interested in the series.

Notes on names: with an anime announcement and English release come new romanised names so from here on out I’ll be changing how I spell some of the characters names. I apologise for any confusion caused.

This volume has a few different plots going on and it leads to it feeling a bit messy, especially as not all of the plots are interesting or well written. The first plot concerns Euphy’s younger brother. Her brother - I believe his name is Kynde? - is struggling a bit with his sister’s new status as Queen. She’s no longer legally part of his family and he’s concerned about her wellbeing but he hasn’t been able to talk to her. Anis tries to fix this. I don’t remember Euphy’s younger brother ever being mentioned before which led to this plot feeling hollow. Clearly, if he hasn’t been important to the plot enough to show up before now, he’s not important to Euphy. He doesn’t even meet Euphy directly in this volume and he doesn’t show up after the first chapter and is only briefly mentioned. I think what the author was trying to do here was introduce a theme of siblinghood for the volume as that ties into the third plot but it wasn’t executed well.

Then we move into the second plot of Euphy’s and Anis’s “honeymoon”. Really, it’s a political trip to see other parts of the kingdom and help them with their problems but it led to a lot of flirting between Euphy and Anis and they were so cute and I was happy.

The third plot takes up the back half of the volume as Anis reunites with her younger brother Algard when they visit the location of his exile. It also features a new character by the name of Acryll. Acryll is a lycanth - she has wolf ears and a tail. Acryll was saved by Algard and is very fond of him, leading to her hatred of Anis. While I understand why the author wanted to bring Algard back into the story and it makes sense to reunite him and Anis, I never cared for Algard personally and I found myself really bored during this half of the book. There are these particular two chapters that are told by Acryll about how she met Algard and these took me out of the story. They weren’t interesting and it particularly annoyed me that they were narrated by Acryll when in the narrative, but Algard is the one who is meant to be relating this story to Euphy and Anis. Like, one of the chapters ends with Algard starting to explain the story, and then the next two chapters are told from Acryll’s POV without any warning or explanation. The chapter after those two even starts with Algard concluding the story as though he was the one relating it. It bothered me and it took me out of the story.

Another thing that frustrated me about this volume was how there’s a part early on where they’re establishing who’s going with them on their honeymoon. This party includes Illya and Lainie, among others, and reasons are given for why each of these characters are coming along. However, none of them ever become important to the plot. This is especially a shame with Lainie who has a history with Algard and whose existance as a vampire is close to Acryll’s existance as a lycanth but these two facts are barely brought up outside of a couple of lines. It’s such a waste!

Anyhow, I sadly didn’t enjoy this volume as much as I wanted to. I enjoyed the flirting between Euphy and Anis and I enjoyed seeing the character development that they have gone through since the start of the series but I was so bored by the second half. This plot could have worked but it didn’t for me.

That being said, I am really excited for the anime and I really hope I get to watch it. It looks so good so far!

#Tensei Oujo to Tensai Reijou no Mahou Kakumei #Piero Karasu #yuri kisaragi #Fujimi Fantasia Bunko #2022 releases #October 2022 #3 stars

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13th of Last Seed, Loredas

I started the morning with going back to the group from Eastmarch again. I wanted to learn more about the people they knew who had disappeared. One of them had lost his wife, another her sister. Of course you would naturally pick the outsiders to offer up first. I wondered about the circumstances. Why had they not simply taken all of them. There were stories of families going missing in the night. Surely not all of them were because whole families had run away. Some of them must have been taken. I wondered if, since politics are everything the Housemer, if rivals may have been the first targets.

Sadly, the Eastmarch group had little to add to their last time I questioned them. Since the second incident, they had all been sticking together as a group, keeping in public places and never fewer than three together at a time, just to be safe. They were smart. The Maulborn had more than enough easy targets, or so it seemed, they would not turn to more difficult ones until they had to.

I ran into the merchant who had been missing her husband earlier, she was looking for him again. I asked if he was still missing from before and she said no, he had returned, drunk as usual, but then slipped away again later. Now she was worried again though, because the lazy lout was likely to have drank himself into a stupor and fallen face first into a puddle and would drown. She did not wish to leave without him, but she was losing her patience. She seemed to believe I would know the mer, and when I expressed otherwise, she told me everyone knew Evis. He was a mooch, he had borrowed money or finished off a bottle from everyone, even those just in town a night. Surely I had seen him.

I said that I may have, not knowingly, but asked about where she may last have seen Evis. She replied that he was the one that shipped their stalls goods, and those of other merchants in town, and that he had rushed away because there was something about a botched delivery and he did not want to lose their other commissions. She thought it was a convenient way for him to get back to the bottle.

Suddenly things were coming together. The delivery that the blacksmith had received was meant for the Sadri house. Whether the mixup was because of the blacksmith’s apprentice, the Sadri boy, or Evis was yet to be seen, but it was certainly at the center of those particular occurrences.

I told the woman that I was looking into several matters in the town as it was and that I would keep an eye out for Evis. Perhaps I could bring him back to her and remind him of his marital duties to her on the way. She told me she would be much obliged, for she was running so late on leaving town that she had half a mind to simply abandon him to his fate in Narsis. She helpfully suggested I check some of the nearby abandoned homes, where he lately slept off hangovers or went to drink his proffered bottles. That if I found a mer that reeks of piss and ale, that would be him and to tell him if he did not wish to walk to Mournhold, he better get back to her in the hour.

I searched the homes until I found one where, upon quietly opening the door, I heard a man’s voice pleading. I figured I would be about to find that Evis was, in fact, in league with the Maulborn and I was about to surprise him and his cronies plotting the downfall of the town. I drew my blades and slipped silently down the stairs when I heard a familiar voice threatening the man if he uttered another lie.

A smile came to my lips that I could not conceal and I crept through the shadows to see, to my great joy, the familiar eyes of my dear friend. Her voice, a song that promised dangers and delights. And her blades very much at the throat of a mer, bound to a chair in the basement.

I kept myself out of immediate slashing range and dropped my shadows as I asked her if this was the mer known as Evis.

A dagger narrowly missed my head, glancing my cheek with a thin sting. As she turned and saw me she rolled her eyes and accused me of having grown sloppy and sluggish in my time. I told her I could say the same, I could have put a sword through her back without her noticing.

So walked up and leaned in, telling me it was good to see my handsome face again. I told her that I could not resist interrupting her work, for I so enjoyed watching the Mother of Blades work.

She licked my cut cheek and told me that I had fallen for her play again, she had a blade ready to pierce my ribs. I told her not to move back quickly until she wanted the sharp edge of my sword to split her between her legs in the less pleasurable way.

We both laughed and lowered our weapons at the same time, a practiced dance for the both of us.

She asked me what really brought me here, she knew I had other business, she had seen enough rejected contracts for my life to know where I must be these days. I told her that Mother Morrowind had hand selected me to follow up on things with the blight and so I was working, in part, in conjunction with Councilmer Ralden.

Naryu told me she was glad we were on the same side at least, then she did not have to worry about an amateur screwing things up. We knew how to work together and to stay out of one another’s ways when need be. I agreed, asking her, if she was able to, to tell me what her objective was here. Did she have a particular member of the Kinhouse to take out? I was always willing to help, of course.

She told me she had been hired to get to the source of the Llodos plague and that the most recent shipment had been tracked specifically to this courier. I said I had information to share if she would do the same in kind. We had the same goal, once again, we might as well pool our knowledge and skills. She agreed, on the condition that I went first. I grumbled, but agreed, after all, I had done the same to her on a previous assignment we were both entangled with, back when I was still in Indoril Intelligence. So I explained what I knew of the situation and she told me that she had acquired a letter that explained how vials of the plague were being shipped to Narsis, contact names, transport routes, everything needed to prove the situation. She told me that if I needed to convince Councilor Ralden, who she thought was far too naive and relatively concerned about his people to have gotten involved in this plot, that I should show him the letter and he could not deny the truth, not with the evidence I had gathered.

I agreed, thanked her for the letter and said I had one question I should like to ask Evis before I went.

Evis was panicked, begging me to let him go, not to leave him with this crazed mer and her blades. He said I had read the letter, I should let him go, that we had all the information.

I asked him who this Vox person was. He cursed me and my family and told me that he had never heard of Vox and why would he be afraid of her? He was just trying to take his wife to Mournhold.

There was still a lingering scent of liquor about him and although he was trying his best to lie, he really was not doing a great job of it. No wonder Naryu was getting frustrated. At least if he was going to lie he could have tried to do it well.

I told him that he could tell me about the shipment or I would leave him to my associate and she would play with him for as long as she liked. That I would lock the door to this house on the way out and no one would hear his cries for help. His wife had been the one to send me after him and she told me that if he was not back in an hour, she was going to leave without him anyhow. So it seems like he was on a bit of a short time before all his options were going to run out.

That did something and he cried out for no more torture, he could bear no more of it, though he had only what he had told Naryu already to tell me. The shipment had goods for the Maulborn encampment on the edge of the lake outside of town. That he had messed up and delivered the shipment to the wrong location and that it had caused problems for the Maulborn and they were after him so he had gone and fixed it. He got back their goods, he had delivered them to the correct spot. That the missing villagers were no coincidence and that soon enough we would all see. That this Vox would destroy us.

Naryu knocked him out while he continued to rant about how Vox was so mighty and all the things she would do to us. Apparently he kept doing that.

I thanked Naryu and told her that I would leave her to whatever it is she planned. I would see that the wife left without Evis and deliver the letter to Councilor Ralden. Naryu wished me luck and said that she would find me as soon as she was done.

On my way to the Kinhouse, I found the merchant, she sighed and told me that she suspected that I was unlikely to find her husband anywhere but the tavern. I told her that I had seen him puking off the side of the wall in the back of town and told him about how worried she was and that they needed to go or she would leave him. He had yelled at me to mind my own business, that he did not give a daedroth’s arse what it was his wife wanted, and that if I cared so much about what his wife thought, perhaps I should go an marry her myself and see how horrible it was. When I had tried to persuade him to see reason, he tried to fight me and I had defended myself, but not done any permanent harm to him. He had half climbed along the wall and told me to tell his wife that he wanted nothing to do with her, that she was trying to control his life, and that she could take the business and go to Mournhold, his new wife was a girl named Dilyna in the camp by the lake and that he was going back to her there.

The woman was so enraged by this tale that she thanked me for telling her the truth, as hard as it was. She was going to Mournhold at once and that she swore, on Vivec’s beard, that if he were not back to his sense by the time she got her stall up and running there, she was leaving him for good. I wished her the best of luck and the blessings of The Three for her safe journey and prosperous future. She thanked me again and I gave her a small purse of coins, telling her how to expedite her entrance paperwork upon arrival, and took my leave. She was already climbing aboard her cart and checking the guar’s bridles before I was even out of sight. I watched as she began to drive her way out of town and hoped that I did the correct thing. It was cruel, perhaps, but far less cruel than letting her find out the truth about her husband. Far better than seeing what he had aligned himself with. Better to think him a useless drunk womanizer, than someone actively trying to infect the nation with disease in order to subvert the gods that she herself believed in. That would be far worse. She would have less guilt this way. I doubted Naryu would let the man live, at any rate. And if she came looking for him later, at least her anger could be pointed towards a malicious force.

I await the Councilor’s presence. He is finishing another fetching meeting.

It occurs to me, as I wait, that I have not seen Naryu since all the business with Veya. I still hold guilt over that. I could not let her endanger her life or her commitment to our Prince over a girl that thought she was above the tenants she had pledged herself to. She had been so selfish as to disregard the consequences at every turn, even knowing what would befall Naryu if she did. And that was before Nocturnal found her.

I would never mention anything about that to Naryu. The weight of Verya’s loss was crushing enough without having to take on anything else. I know she felt guilty about killing Veya, it was like killing her own daughter. She loved that girl, even to the end. I do not want her to feel as though Veya bore her as much hate as would justify wanting to unmake Nirn. More than just Nirn, all of reality.

No, that would be cruel of me. The truth is far worse than my silence. I will bear the burden of that knowledge alone. I owe Naryu that much. We are hardly close, but we are friends. We have been friends since we were both fledgling agents. We have shared some things that I have not shared with another soul. If I can protect her from that, then I shall.

#ESO #TES #RP #Dunmer #Elder Scrolls Online #The Elder Scrolls

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anavatazes · 4 months

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Woke up this morning to the migraine even worse than yesterday. Mister wanted to know if he should take me to the ER, and even Mara just blinked at him. But, I can't blame him for worrying. I told him caffeine and my meds and snuggles with very little worldly stimulus, and I would be fine. So, he got the kids up to take care of animals and house. He called the store that was out of my brand of caffeine yesterday (that sparked this) and headed out the door to get food and caffeine.

So, hours later, after Mister and Mara nursing me back to somewhat health (gonna be a day before my head fully forgives me), I can tolerate noise, most light, and my eye sockets aren't trying to evict my eyeballs. Tired as fuck, starving (I have little to no appetite during migraines) and in need of new scenery, but feeling alive.

Caffeine is apart of my medicinal regimen to combat my 24/7 cluster fucks. My neurologist loves the fact that I found a juice energy drink, seeing as I don't drink soda, don't do regular or diet energy drinks, can't stand caffine pills, and there is not enough sugar and honey in the world for me to be able to drink coffee or tea. So Ocean Spray is my friend with a low sugar, all natural caffiene drink. Still not the healthiest, but it suits my needs since V8 stopped making theirs.

In other news, tax season is starting up for me, and I can't wait. Already helped my brother with his stuff and what he needed to do for Mom's stuff (basically nothing) for this year. Next year, he might, but that's only if there are changes in the estate tax laws. I think Monday I will go full swing. Give myself a few days to recover.

Youngest is supposed to audition for an advanced dance program this Saturday. With her being sick and out of school the last week before break started, it really has left her behind in preparing. If she makes it, she will be able to get scholarships, etc, for arts schools, etc. Be able to continue dance class throughout high school and have other opportunities. She will also have a chance to go to an art magnet school that is located on the Naval Weapons Station. I would love for her to go, but I know the only way she will is if her friends are there. Because it's on base, only the military and certain other children are allowed to attend. She technically could already attend because of her grandfather, but she wanted to stay with her friends. If they choose to go, however, it would be to her advantage. She would have so many opportunities available to her through that school. One of her sisters went, and she did so well there. Never did anything with it, sadly, but she has lots of great memories of it.

Ok, Mara says it's time to stop running my mouth and time to snuggle the puppy 🥰. So, snuggle the puppy I will.

My Nursemaid and the Queen 🥰

#2024 update #migraine is going away #cluster fuck headaches are the worst #love my mister and puppy #best nurses

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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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