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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Billy, Stu, Michael (og) with a s/o who’s extremely sensitive to being yelled at? That they’ll start crying? Something I struggle with ☠️

Omg anon this goes for me too. Since I was a kid if I get yelled at my first instinct is to cry. I hate it so so much and I'd love to do this for you. Always down to write some comfort for my boys. Reader is gn

Included are: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, og Michael Myers

Warnings: Harsh language, yelling, violence, mentions of unhealty relationships, implied murder

Billy Loomis

You and Billy are at a party. You're not really the party type, unless you know a good amount of people there but you feel better knowing Billy's here. You're talking with a girl Billy introduced you too. Her name is Carrie. You spot your ex River over near the living room. He wasn't the best guy. He was very manipuative and would constantly gaslight you. When he wasn't doing that he was just ignoring you. Whenever you expressed wanting to break up he threatened suicide and would guilt you into staying. You look back to Carrie and hope Billy's gonna be back soon. Unfortunatly for you River comes over and grabs your wrist. "We need to talk now." He says sternly. You squrim in his grip.

"Let go of me."

"No you're going to listen to me Y/N!" He yells, "You're an awful person for what you did to me you know? I loved you and I needed you! How dare you break up with me!" He continues to shout. Carrie yells something at him but you can't hear her. Tears are swelling in your eyes. "God of course, you always hang out with annoying cunts! You're such a useless person without me!" The tears start to fall as your wrist throbs with pain. You sob but it doesn't stop him from pulling you away. As you start walking Billy wraps his arm around you and pulls you away from River. You cry into his shirt as he yells at him.

"Keep your hands off my partner you asshole!"

"Fuck you! They're just some whore who doesn't appriciate a good guy when they meet one! I regret not beating some sense into you!" He gets up in your face and Billy pushes him back. He punches him to the ground and grabs you. He walks you out of the house and drives you back home. Once there he puts ice on your bruised wrist and calls up Stu. He snagged Rivers ID off him before he left. Rivers not gonna hurt anyone anymore.

Stu Macher

You're eating dinner with your parents and Stu. They wanted to meet him and you were stressing the entire day to clean up the house and make it look presentable. Your parents were constantly talking about how much you're failing in life and how your siblings are doing so much better. Stu is clearly upset with them but you keep him calm. "Y/N honey you should have joined the family company. You could make so much more money doing that than writing those silly little horror stories. They aren't very good dear." Your mom comments.

"Neither is this cooking. Are you good at anything besides being a disappointment?" Your father comments. You stay silent. "I asked you a question and you answer me when I ask you something!" Your father raises his voice.

"You can leave if you don't like it that much." You comment. Your mother drops her fork.

"How dare you talk to us like that! We are your parents you selfish brat! We raised you to be better than this! How dare you disrespect us like this!" Your mother shouts. Tears start to form and Stu clears his throat.

"I do think it's best if you two leave." He says.

"You're good for nothing Y/N! I knew we should have put you up for adoption when we had the chance! You're going nowhere in life! You're gonna end up dead in a ditch homeless because of how stupid you are!" Your father shouts. As the tears fall Stu stands up.

"Get the fuck out or I call the cops!" Stu yells. You cover your ears while they yell back and forth but eventually Stu is hugging you, letting you sob into his shirt. "It's ok Y/N. I'm here for you." He rubs his hand on your back and comforts you. He’s already coming up with a plan of his own.

Michael Myers

You’re leaving work when you head down an ally you use as a short cut. It’s not an intimidating ally, it’s well lit and pretty wide. “Hey Myers bitch!” You hear a familiar voice call. It’s your coworker Meg. She’s always giving you shit about living in the Myers house. You turn around and glare at her. “I’m upset Michael hasn’t killed you yet. It would really help clean up the town you know?” She says.

“Leave me alone. Everyone knows about how you harassed that girl to the point she had to go to the hospital. We all know about how you’re a mean bitch who can’t keep a boyfriend.” Meg squints at you.

“Well guess what hun? I’m not some ugly weirdo who lives in a haunted house! You’re the worst part about this town! Everyone here hates you and you should just let Michael kill you already!” You feel tears stream down your face as she laughs. “Yeah cry hun, cry! We all know that you’re a poor loser who can’t handle being yelled at! Like oh my god fucking grow up you dumb bitch!” You turn and walk away, tears still falling. You hear Meg scream and you look back to see Michael with his hands wrapped around her throat, lifting her up. He keeps her there until she falls limp. He drops her to the ground and walks over to you. He wipes away your tears and walks you back home.

#billy loomis #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x y/n #Stu Macher #stu x reader #stu my beloved #ghostface #scream #Michael Myers #michael myers x you #michael myers x y/n #Halloween #slasher #slashers #slasher x y/n #slasher x reader

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colderdrafts · 1 month

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wait, wait!!

the creature is acting and talking in such annoying way that they get in reader's nervous, so the reader starts saying snarky things back and talking about how morgan is the best partner they could over have (and I don't know what else im just giving out ideas im terrible at writing dialogue lol)

(Continuation of another ask! When you finally get Morgan a night out and someone gives you a hard time about it) Love this idea. A little piece for this scenario below. R takes defensive positions :)

The idle conversations have started up around you again. Finally.

It’s always too eerily quiet when you and Morgan first arrive somewhere. At least until people realize that you’re not going to attack anyone. Now, you just need to relax, too.

The inside of the tavern is fairly standard of the common-folk world. Craftsmanship of the facilities are wooden and rustic, having several spots for comfortable seating. There’s a single bar managed by a large hare-woman, a scent of inebriated people and food in the air. The interior is bustling with common-folk utilizing the area for their late night rest, and a well-deserved drink after a long day’s work. From gruff-looking wolves to a sleek falcon, common-folk intend to get their fair share of winding down. And tonight, you and Morgan have joined them.

Well, 'joined', is perhaps generous. You’ve found a secluded corner to sit in, and most others make sure to stay a good distance away from you. You try to pay it no mind; Morgan is not exactly welcome in these spaces, after all. And, as their companion, neither are you. But, you’ve managed to convince the hare at the bar to provide an actual roof over your heads for the night, and food is on the way. That’s something. It might even smell like progress.

It took a lot of convincing on your part for Morgan to even consider spending a night in a place like this. Too many people, too little space to move around. Too exposed. But you’ve paid a hefty sum for a room, having an actual bed to look forward to, and a good meal that’s actually been stewing, and came from a pot. You're not about to give that up.

And so far, your efforts have paid off. Everything's been going surprisingly well, mostly. Even if Morgan's been switching between speaking with you, and keeping an eye on anything and everything moving inside the tavern. It’s an odd mixture. Their confidence might allow them to not be completely on guard, but their constant monitoring of vibrations in the air might make it difficult to stop.

To be fair, most patrons inside of the tavern seems hellbent on keeping an eye on Morgan, too. Perhaps it’s sensible they’d return the favor. Your arachnid companion has their usual unseemly aura in place, like just daring anyone to try and oppose their being here. It might fool a common-folk, but you can see what they're doing. It's a defense mechanism; you can't be hurt if you can't be approached. You really wish they didn’t think this was necessary.

But this is supposed to be a fun night out. You intend to make it so, in any case.

“Could you please calm down your feelers?” you ask Morgan, when they’ve been aloof for a little longer than usually. They’re staring dead ahead at a point behind you. You tap at their front leg with your foot to snap them out of it. “I think we’re fine.”

“Oh, I am completely calm,” Morgan purrs and smiles widely, still not looking at you. They don’t even blink. “That pale lizard over there, however, is clearly not.”

You glance over your shoulder at said lizard. Sure enough, the white scales of his head seems like they should be an angry red, judging by the way he’s glaring your direction.

“Well, obviously he’s not if you keep staring at him like that,” you argue, switching tactics and gently pulling at their hand instead. “Come on, can we just have a calm night? No fights, no threats, no blood, just – I want you to have a good time, for once.”

“Me?” Morgan grins, finally severing eye contact with their opponent to focus on you. Their hand promptly curls around yours. “Since when have you become so nice to me? Not that I’m complaining.”

Ugh. You knew you should never go there with Morgan, but perhaps that’s what’s needed. Give an inch, and all that. You’ll just have to hope they won’t take more than their usual mile.

"I've always been nice," you assert. "You just haven't earned experiencing it."

Morgan laughs, nodding at your hand in theirs. "So, what did I do to earn this?"

“Our dinner’s ready,” you deflect, noting two stewing, deep plates that’s just been delivered at the bar. Excellent timing. The barkeep’s eyeing you a bit excessively, perhaps reluctant to call you up. Simultaneously, she probably does not want Morgan to come collect the food.

Morgan’s eye darts to the bar. “I’ll go-”

“Sit,” you bark at them before they’ve even stretched a leg. The less risk of them bumping into someone, or, gods forbid, someone bumping into them, the better. “I’ll get it.”

You walk away before they can protest, ignoring the feeling of Morgan’s eyes burning into the back of your skull.

The barkeep looks relieved when you approach, and hands you your food. She holds onto the bowls momentarily as you grab them, preventing you from leaving quickly.

“Could you please tell your custodian to stop staring at my patrons?” the hare hisses lowly, urgently, ears flat against her head. “It’s making people uneasy. I gave you a room, but I don’t want-”

“YEP!” you interrupt, flashing her a strained smile. “I’ll get right on that.”

The barkeep narrows her eyes at your rudeness, continuing. “And when you sleep here, I don’t want any noise or unnecessary nightly wandering-”

“I know!” you interrupt her again, pulling at the food to get her to let go. You don’t have the time, nor patience, for the usual complaints. You need to get back before-

The barkeep's long ears suddenly stand up straight. She sucks in a startled breath, fixating on a spot behind you. Right. That.

You groan, and turn around, leaving your precious food in the barkeep's hands.

Morgan is unfortunately standing up. And, in front of them, is the very lizard they’ve spent the night staring at.

Said lizard is up in Morgan’s face, spewing words you can only imagine are not words of fondness. Either he's very brave, very good at fighting, or very drunk. Possibly all three.

By contrast, Morgan looks unpleasantly nonplussed, like they're casually wondering where best to grab on and start tearing.

“No,” you seethe. Absolutely not. Not tonight.

You march across the tavern in long strides toward the pair, prepared to put an end to this fight before it even starts.

“-don’t care where, but you’re not staying here!” the lizard’s voice reaches you through the idle noises of the crowd.

Morgan looks up at your approach, still not looking particularly affected, albeit slightly amused when they spot the look on your face.

You force yourself into the small space between the pair, your back against Morgan’s front. You suppress a shudder when you feel their hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders.

The lizard steps back once you do so, narrowing his eyes at you. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off by leaning into his space.

“I spend one night, trying to have a good time, that’s not inside a cave, high up in a tree, or sleeping on dirt, and then you-!” you scold the lizard-like person. “- just had to escalate things!”

The lizard takes the verbal hit silently and stares at you, baffled. Perhaps he’d not expected you would take up this fight. He frowns, regaining composure. “Listen here-”

“No, you listen!” you spit. Morgan's face enters your peripheral vision, a genuine surprised expression minutely replaced by a shit-eating grin full of teeth. You ignore them. “We want to stay in taverns sometimes! Why can’t you let us have that?”

“YOU are alright!” the lizard states with a hiss. He points a clawed finger at the large arachnid behind you. “That monster you’re hanging out with is not!”

“Monster?” Morgan scoffs and pouts, feigning hurt. “Why, you've barely seen anything. That’s a little excessive, don’t you think?”

“Not when it comes to you,” the lizard snarls back at them. “You nasty red-eyes especially."

"I think my eyes are pretty," Morgan says.

"Can’t believe you didn’t get snatched," the lizard continues, not listening. "Should’ve nailed you when they had the darn chance. Better off dead than adult.”

A miniscule pause is what changes this entire interaction. It’s not often Morgan reacts to the usual slander people throw their way. And if it wasn’t because of your bond, you probably wouldn’t have noticed it would be any different this time.

But there’s just the slightest little twist of their energy shifting, like being splashed with cold water. The comment hit something. Morgan's face doesn’t falter a bit, expertly holding up the nonchalant, unaffected facade. But their claws are scraping across the wooden floor, their grip on your shoulders tightening ever so slightly. You can feel their energy reaching for you to calm down, almost on instinct. For once, Morgan seems slightly, genuinely, upset.

You step into the lizard’s space again without warning, shoving him backwards and out of your corner. Interrupting your fun night out is one thing. Suggesting your companion should’ve been killed as a hatchling is quite another. You’ve just about had it.

“That monster has treated me better than any of you ever did,” you fume, walking the offender back to his own spot. “You lot have done nothing but cause problems. What gives you the fucking right to be judging life and death?”

Morgan doesn’t intervene, but their presence behind you is heavy and reassuring. Their energy is fluttering around you, leaning into your anger. Letting you know you’re not fighting alone.

“You’re completely brainwashed,” the lizard laughs coolly, waving you off. “As always. It’s filthy, the shit they do to your minds. I don’t know what I expected. I almost feel bad for you.”

Brainwashed?

Perhaps it’s the heated moment. Perhaps it’s just because you want this incredibly hostile person to leave you alone. Perhaps it’s because you just want to have the final word, and prove a point.

But your hands almost acts on their own when you spin around, grab Morgan’s arms, and pull them down towards you. They follow your instruct without complaint.

Without warning, you cup their face, and plant a firm kiss smack on their lips. Morgan’s eyes widen in surprise. Then excitement. You hear them purr deeply as they relax into your grip, reveling in the softness you've suddenly bestowed upon them.

When you let them go their hands are on your waist. They don’t stop chittering as you turn away from them again to face the threat.

“I don’t care what you think I am,” you say to the lizard. “But whatever it is, you still have no reason to treat us like this. Leave us alone.”

The lizard looks flabbergasted at the display. Then it turns to horror. Then disgust. “Unbelievable. Are you really-”

“Go. Away.”

If it’s you or Morgan that says it, you suddenly aren’t sure. Your voice came out like a harsh, guttural whisper, not unlike the way Morgan’s does when they’re angry. Perhaps you both just spoke at once. But the lizard averts his eyes, finally, acknowledging this is not the space to start this fight. He skulks off, leaving you and Morgan in full view of the entire tavern.

You glance around, only now noting the wary eyes of the common-folk. Their stares carry a mixture of fear, repulsion and, worst of all, pity. And it strikes you what has just transpired. That display might have caused more harm than good with this particular crowd.

Crap. You’ll need to leave again, won’t you?

You regretfully look up at Morgan, who's simply looking to you. Pleasantly calm, and dutifully awaiting your next move.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sigh, and wave the entire tavern off. “We’re going. Have a good evening. Sorry for the disturbance,” you spit the last part, grabbing Morgan’s wrist to drag them outside.

“A kiss?”

Morgan startles you out of your skin with the words, their voice suddenly appearing from the dark. Seems they’ve returned from collecting firewood.

Took them long enough.

The small make-shift camp under the stars offers only a bitter respite from what tonight could have been. Morgan had offered to go collect some fuel, as they can see better out here now that it’s dark. You hadn’t planned to stay the night in the woods again, after all.

“What about it?” you reply, not bothering to hide your sulking.

You’re seated close to the humble fire to keep the night chill at bay. Morgan enters the light shortly after, eyes reflecting it. They set down the branches, casually throwing in a few extra sticks to feed the flame, and seat themself next to you.

Morgan playfully pokes at your shoulder. “Sentry, if I’d known starting fights would get you-”

“Please, don’t even finish that sentence,” you complain. “I didn’t want to fight that guy. I just didn’t like what he said.”

Morgan hums. “You wanted him to not think I’ve control of your mind?”

“Something like that,” you grimace.

“Well,” they lean on you heavily, teasing. They speak into your face with a drawling whisper. “What’s there to suggest that I don’t?”

You snort, and shrug them off. “Bond thing, sure. I can’t go anywhere without you. But I’m pretty sure my head’s still mine.”

“Well, yes. And no. And not quite,” Morgan smiles. “It’s mine.”

“It wasn’t just that,” you continue quickly, before that train of thought develops. “The whole snatcher thing he said. It’s just -”

“Judging life and death?” Morgan echoes you, staring into the open flame. “Sentry, at this point it shouldn’t surprise you. That’s how it works. Their judgment will always favor my death.”

They speak casually, like telling you it’s going to rain. Nothing but a minor nuisance. It brings a bad taste to your mouth just how used to this they seem.

“I know,” you give after a beat, shifting uncomfortably. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it. And I really, really don’t.”

Morgan eyes you with a wry smile. “Don’t worry, they’ll be sure to remember that. Well, also after your amazing outburst. Have I ever mentioned I adore your theatrics?”

You frown, ignoring the last statement. “What do you mean, also?”

Morgan leans on their arms, calmly moving leaf litter out of the way of the fire before it catches. “I figured you defending my honor - while efficient, and I am eternally grateful - wouldn’t get the point across fully,” they say offhandedly.

You quickly turn to stare at the side of their face. They want you to ask, and you almost don't want to know. “Morgan. What did you do?”

Morgan turns slowly, and smiles at you, clicking their fangs together. “Well, their ale supply might make the patrons feel bad for a while. Maybe a little cramping? Maybe a little .. un-moving? Is that a word?”

Blood drains from your face.

“If I'm being honest, I have no clue what consuming my venom does to a person,” they ponder. “Actually, we should stick around. I want to see-”

“You went back to-!” You throw your arms out in frustration. “This is why we can never go anywhere!”

“On the contrary,” Morgan laughs. They lean over and curl their fingers around your wrists affectionately. They gently press their forehead against yours. “This is why we can go anywhere.”

#colderwriting #about Morgan #monster x reader #monster lover #uv #drider #exophilia #drider x reader #x reader #x gn reader #Actually looked up what eating venom does to your body #Results are mixed #But going towards bad but might not kill you. But it will not make you feel good

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jdeanmorgan · 8 months

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if you are willing to share, what is one of your most favorite dark fics??

well... normally i wouldn't entertain the idea of posting my faves on here bc you know... it can get depraved but honestly i don't care anymore so let's do this.

i know you're most likely looking to know my fave 9-1-1 ones but i'll also add a few from other fandoms.

disclaimer: i will not tolerate any hate for any of these fics i'm about to say I like/love. My tastes have always been depraved, and will continue to be depraved.. That said, I will say to heed the tags, and mind the trigger warnings!!!

These are in no particular order btw, now without further ado, here are some of my faves that i've read.

9-1-1 FICS:

Morning's Echo ★ BuckMaddie ★ 3K ★ ➢ this is an incest fic. they're only two years apart in age in this one. I think the dynamic was very interesting, and i defo wish this had been longer, let me know more about their past and how they became entangled like this.

The Long Way Home ★ Buck-centric ★ 100K ★ sequel here ★ ➢ during the tsunami, Buck is kidnapped by a sexual trafficking ring and forced into sex work. this is basically his journey from when he's kidnapped to when he's rescued, with some glimpses of how the 118 handles it all, multiple pov's. there's things I love about this fic and things I don't, but ultimately, I would consider it a fave because I really couldn't put it down. I think I read all of it in like... a day or two.

The Way You Did (Once Upon a Dream) ★ Buddie ★ 2K ★ ➢ Sleeping Beauty curse. Buck is in a coma, or in a deep sleep, or however it worked in sleeping beauty, and Eddie has to take it too far to wake him up. the writing is really good, and i am still awaiting a sequel so we can see the aftermath. (rape/noncon)

will you hit me where it hurts (i won't feel anything otherwise) ★ Buddie ★ 18K ★ ➢ Buck is a serial killer. Eddie has an encounter with him. very interesting and well written. I don't wanna say anything more than this lest I spoil anything.

still ★ Buddie ★ 9K ★ ➢ Eddie steps into a trigger. Has to stay still. He and Buck grapple with the fact he might die that day.

hurt locker ★ Buddie ★ 77K ★ ➢ I personally don't really consider this a dark!fic per se, but I still think it's emotionally heavy and packs a punch at times. Buck and Eddie are childhood friends, and when Shannon gets pregnant, Buck enlists along with Eddie.

Broken Like Me ★ BuckBobby ★ 15K ★ ➢ Buck and Bobby meet a year before Buck is assigned to the 118, and neither of them have good coping mechanisms. I genuinely really enjoyed this fic, and how it explored their dynamic had they met before Bobby was Buck's boss, and it's take on Buck's 1.0 days.

Eight Drinks a-Roofied ★ Buck-Centric ★ 21K ★ ➢ shows how Buck's gotten roofied eight times. what can I say, it was a fun read for me.

desire, i'm hungry (I hope you feed me) ★ BuckMaddie ★ 5K ★ ➢ Maddie has never had an orgasm. Buck is the one to change that. Very hot fic.

the devil wants to fuck me ★ BuckJosh★ 4K ★ ➢ Josh blackmails Buck into sex.

Get Down, Make Love ★ BuckBobby★ 5K ★ ➢ A/B/O fic. Bobby and Buck are dosed with a drug that induces their heat/rut to kick in. They fuck it out. s1 era.

Trust me, Darlin’ ★ Buck/Dean, Buddie ★ 77K ★ ➢ this was honestly just a really fun read. a 911/spn crossover fic where dean "kidnaps" buck. they have hot ambulance sex. very very fun fic overall.

SUPERNATURAL FICS:

With Understanding ★ Destiel ★ 427K ★ ➢ Sam is dead. Dean's told that Castiel Novak is his soulmate by Anna (the angel that rescued him from hell in this universe) and he decides to kidnap Castiel so they can meet and thus know they will share a heaven. this is genuienly my favorite dark fic. hands down one of the best i've ever read.

They Think I'm Possessed ★ JohnDean, Wincest ★ 27K ★ ➢ John decides to make Dean a replacement for Mary. Dean becomes Sam's mommy, and John's partner. He's essentially John's housewife and Sam's mother. I don't wanna give anything away but this was literally so well written and I read it all in one sitting, I could not put it down, it was so disturbing and depraved and I loved every second of it.

Ninety One Whiskey ★ Destiel ★ 401K ★ ➢ Castiel and Dean are both soldiers in WW2 in the same infantry. Dean is a medic, and if i remember correctly, Castiel is a sergeant. very well written, very slow burn, very good. haven't read it in years though, i just remember it really being good.

Fever Where You Run To ★ JohnDean ★ 3,9K ★ ➢ John gets hit with a lust spell / sex pollen. He either has to fuck it out or die. Dean offers himself up. (John has been having inappropriate thoughts about dean for years at this point, though)

mother is pretending ★ Wincest ★ 19K ★ ➢ basically them developing a mommy kink in the course of season 2. i am not into mommy kink, but i absolutely loved this fic. that's saying something.

because you want to die for love ★ Wincest ★ 27K ★ ➢ Sam joins Dean in heaven after the finale of s15. Dean slowly but surely starts to accept that he can want and have Sam. Originally I wasn't gonna but this in the list but there's just two scenes that I was like giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair all teehee. So good. Very well written, too.

ONE DIRECTION FICS:

The Truth Shall Set You Free ★ Ziam ★ 34K ★ ➢ They're lawyers and enemies and they have to solve a crime together.

Birds in Gilded Cages ★ Larry ★ 157K ★ ➢ Harry got kidnapped as a teen and forced into sex work. Louis becomes a client. they fall in love. brutal and dark but i routinely read the last chapter bc I love certain scenes in that one.

Love Will Tear Us Apart ★ Larry ★ 103K ★ ➢ I don't remember much about this one, I just remembered really liking it and how it showed that you can make mistakes and be flawed and still come together and forgive and be happy together.

Run Like the Devil ★ Larry ★ 139K ★ ➢ Harry is a demon. Louis is a hunter. Can I make it any more obvious?

at last, at last ★ Larry ★ 41K ★ ➢ Harry is born into a cult in a post-apocalyptic world, and Louis is the leader of the rebel group tasked with the mission of shutting them down. Together, they make a rather effective team.

once upon a dream ★ Larry ★ 33K ★ sequel here ★ ➢ Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

Landslide ★ Larry ★ 143K ★ ➢ a true fave of mine. I also routinely reread this one. Harry goes undercover to try and uncover what's going on on Louis' farm. Louis is the cult leader. It's so interesting and well written.

A Tear in the Sky ★ OT4 ★ 27K ★ ➢ Niall Horan is a consultant on cases that need a personal touch, someone to get close to prey and predators alike to discover the truth, and he's eager for the chance to work with old acquaintance Zayn Malik at Station Twelve. His attitude shifts when he discovers what waits for him is more than just three boys caught in the midst of a cult. A tight deadline presses on him to complete his report, yet the more he learns about the unique dynamic between these three, the more he starts to question his own sanity. Professionalism is hard to hold onto as the case and Niall's mind begin to unravel.

GLEE FICS:

A Political Romance / A Legal Romance ★ Klaine ★ 119K / 216K ★ ➢ Blaine has this darkness in him, a power of sorts. He sees Kurt and instantly falls for him and decides that Kurt will be his. Hard to explain this one but it did have a chokehold on me when I first read it as a wee teenager first discovering fanfiction. 10/10!

Dead in Ohio ★ Puckurt ★ 93K ★ ➢ zombie apocalypse. Kurt and Puck are stuck with each other and they fall in love. kinda enemies to lovers but also kinda not. this is a fic that I have not reread in years due to the actor who plays puck. but it's still a good fic and I wanted to include it for that reason.

#fanfics #you asked for dark so i found the darkest ones :)#i'm sure i'm missing some but these are all the ones i could remember or still had in my bookmarks

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anukkuna · 8 months

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Vincent's Ring

Alright people... I got headcanons on Vincent's ring but most of them are a bit tragic! My mushy brain can't decide what it likes best... and I'd love to hear if any of you got similar ones?

(trigger warning: mentions of mental health and family issues & suicide as well as a spoiler warning for the latest episodes)

1. It's a wedding ring, but V's spouse passed away

Meaning: Vincent is a widower. In my hc V was married (maybe legally, maybe not; it might just have been an informal ceremony, doesn't matter) to another queer/enby/trans person but their spouse died. I felt like V was quite affected by Dirk's choice to jump at the End of "Abrgund"... maybe because their spouse took their own life (which can be quite hard on the one who feels left behind). They might feel guilty, like they didn't watch out for their spouse enough or like they weren't good enough. That might have been part of the trauma Vincent had to work through. (Might also explain why V was so angry with the manipulative culprit in "Gott des Bankrotts" for how the guy pressured all these people to take their lives). Anyway V loved their partner and always wanted to keep them close to heart.

Part of that hc for me is that Vincent's spouse's biological family wasn't supportive of them at all... neither as a person nor of their relationship with Vincent (like: very queerphobic and maybe religious parents) and Vincent tried to be their rock but ultimately their spouse decided to leave this world anyway.

Because Vincent had to deal with someone leaving and feeling so bad about it once before... well, Adam leaving just hit the same spot. On the one hand V's is like 'oh fuck, not this again, why me, why can't I be enough, why didn't I see the signs, why didn't I help him more' - on the other hand they're like 'I know, if someone really wants to leave there simply is no way to stop them and I have to respect their choice'... so Vincent already has some tools to deal with the feeling.

2. It's a (dead) family member's ring

I actually like this hc better than the first one because it's a little less dark, but since Vincent kissed the ring in "Abgrund" I'm not so sure... anyway: here the ring would belong to a family member like a parent or a grandparent.

Maybe, Vincent had a grandpa or grandma who loved them dearly and was always supportive of them, even though they were by far no ordinary or gender-conforming kid. The respective spouse (so, depending on what you choose the matching grandma / grandpa) was grandpa's one true love. Grandpa is very romantic and was maybe the odd one out himself as a kid... but he encourages Vincent to always be himself. Grandma was his one true love and when Grandpa dies, Vincent keeps this ring to remember him and how he believed in him - and in true love.

Another version of this hc is that the ring belonged to a parent gone missing or passed away. More likely V's mother... and when their dad remarried, Vincent asked for the ring to keep her memory.

3. The self-love head canon

A bit strange, maybe, but the most positive one. Here, Vincent's family was quite religious and V was supposed to marry rather young (maybe someone was picked from the religious community, maybe there was not specific partner picked at the time, dunno). However, V realized that they couldn't live this life any longer and they ran away from home and only took the few belongings they had with them. They ended up in Berlin, maybe graduaded there, studied psychology but later decided to become a cop to stand up for those in need (and ofc at some point in Berlin Vincent met Adam Schürk).

Now, why would Vincent wear the ring around their neck and even kiss it? After all, it was supposed to be a wedding ring for a forced marriage. Well, V keeps it as a reminder to always love yourself, to listen to what your heart tells you and to free yourself if needed.

4. Vincent is actually a Hobbit and on the road to Mordor

Selfexplanatory... and V certainly has the hair for it. (And have you seen the Gollum rendition... Queen, I cannot...)

Sooooo... what did I miss? Which headcanons are already out there??

(Gerne auch auf Deutsch und ich kann's auch auf Dt. nochmal erläutern, falls Bedarf ist.)

#polizeiruf świecko #polizeiruf frankfurt #polizeiruf 110 #vincent ross #vincents ring #headcanons #this escalated quickly #thx for listening to my ted talk :')

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Anonymous Asks: "Cunning Jean is hot not gonna lie. Can we get more stories where he used his smarts, power, money and controlled emotion. To keep MC trapped and to kill off a rival? Thanks!!!"

Oh I'm obsessed with cunning Jean~ Here's a couple of lil snippets!

Content: kidnapping, gaslighting, manipulation, murder, victim blaming, implied drugging, hired assassin, stalking

"Please, you've got to help me. I don't want to be here. The man who lives here with me, he's keeping me here. I need to escape, please. Please. I need help—"

The words come out in a rush, tripping over each other as you desperately will the man at the door to understand. It's a last-ditch effort, after you'd found out that the normal mail carrier is regularly paid off by Jean.

The guy carrying the package looks startled, confused. He's barely 18, uncomfortable in the private delivery company's uniform. He's not equipped to handle this, but you've got to try.

"Please, if you could just tell someone I'm here. Call the police. Something, anything."

Your voice shakes, on the verge of tears. The lump in your throat almost blocks out the hurried pleas, but you manage to force them from you.

"Sweetheart?"

Your spine freezes, icy fear stiffening it painfully. Jean's arm comes to rest around your shoulders, other hand tucked away behind his back. "You're not bothering this nice man, are you?"

He smiles at the delivery man apologetically. "Sorry about my partner, they're easily confused. They don't know what's good for them. Just ignore what they said."

His voice is a condescending coo as he squeezes your shoulder with a little too much force. "Come on, Sweetheart. I think it's time for your meds."

You turn to retreat into the house, trembling in fear of your inevitable punishment. But Jean's hand stops you. He pulls you back to look at the delivery man again.

"I think you owe this poor man an apology first though, don't you?"

You look the man in the eyes, trying desperately to will him to understand. To do something. To save you. To go and tell someone you're here. You mumble out a small "sorry."

"A very poor apology for what you've just done to this man." Jean tuts, hand coming from behind his back to point a gun at the man's forehead.

BANG

The man falls dead at your feet, a single bullet hole square between his eyes. You feel your stomach clench and churn, gagging at the sight of his lifeless body.

Jean leans down and picks up the now bloody package with a sigh, pushing you back into the house. "See what you made me do? That poor man didn't deserve it."

You can't help the guilt that settles deep in your chest. You can't help but believe him. Believe that it was your fault. That innocent man died because you couldn't keep your mouth shut...

Jean sighs, wrapping his arms around you and pulling your limp body into a hug. "It's okay, I know you didn't mean it. But remember, that's what happens when you try to fill strangers' heads with those silly little stories of yours."

You look up at him with teary eyes, feeling your grip on what's real and what isn't slip just a bit more. He kisses your forehead so lovingly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it all, Sweetheart. Let's get you your meds..."

"You got the picture the PI sent?"

Jean's got his phone pressed to his ear, staring at a picture of you laughing with the barista at your local coffee shop. He's got a hand on your arm, and you don't seem to mind at all. It makes Jean's blood boil.

"Yeah, got it. Want him taken care of?" The voice is smooth and easy as it comes through the receiver.

Jean doesn't know who the woman on the other end of the phone is. Not who she really is. Just that she's the person to go to whenever he wants someone out of the way. He doesn't ask questions and neither does she.

"Make it look like he willingly left the country." Jean requests. "I don't want anyone knowing he's dead."

"That'll cost extra."

Jean scoffs. "You know that money isn't an issue. Just get it done."

"Of course, Mr. Laurent." He can practically hear the woman's smile through the phone. "I'll call when it's done."

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #18+ only #sunshine #dark side of the sun

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"Where had you been!?" Mumbo said the moment Grian stepped in, getting a shrug in return "Everyone is looking for you everywhere! The king thinks YOU killed Hawkeye and there's guards all over the shopping district i couldn't get anything done!" He complained but the shorter walked directly into the kitchen and opened the fridge, an exasperated noise coming from Mumbo. "Is Hawkeye actually dead?" He finally asked, anxiously running a hand through his hair "i- it's all over the news, they think Xelqua- YOU! Killed him, and with him missing it'll be so much harder to keep the resistance on the low- they're blaming it all on us!" Grian snorted, and that just confused Mumbo even further. "I don't feel very dead to be honest" He yelped when a new voice was heard in the room, turning around so fast he could have snapped his neck or worse, and- "He doesn't look dead to me neither" He could hear the smile in Grian's voice behind him, but he couldn't bring himself to care when none other but Hawkeye was standing right in front of him, and oh god he looks even better in person- WAIT. NO. BAD MUMBO.

The man had a grin on his face, and he looked different than when he'd see him on the TV (not dead!!), the scars all around his body and face were even more noticeable now that he had him in person, and instead of his first thought being acting frightened or protective or any emotion a normal person would feel when there's an unannounced guest at their home, he couldn't stop his brain from going OH HE IS ACTUALLY VERY VERY HOT- The hero's smile seemed to widen even further at his face heating up, walking closer, each step felt slower than the previous "I believe you're Grian's partner, Mumbo! I'm happy to meet you, i was told i can trust you so i'll hold you on to that" "I- you- h- how-?" He sputtered, confusion evident as he looked back at Grian, then to the scarred brunette, then back at Grian "W- weren't we- i- i thought he was our uh- target??" "Well, long story short, he's with us now, the king tried to kill him, i saved him, blah blah blah-" Grian explained as he sat on their kitchen table, looking uninterested but Mumbo knew better. The dirty-blonde would have never taken anyone to their home, while in his civilian clothes, for nothing. He also knew of Mumbo's admiration for Hawkeye, and, even if they were trying to get rid of him, it was because they were after the king, the person the hero was supposed to work for- "You're making it sound way less interesting" The brunette said, and there was something in his voice, so easy and soft that the bantering sounded like a talk between two best friends. "I stayed up all night making sure you didn't bleed out, i'm tired!" The way Grian answered made him think, maybe they weren't just enemies, maybe there was something emerging between all the fighting and chasing around, or maybe it was something that had been lost from a long time ago and was now getting reignited. He knew Grian wouldn't bring just anyone into their home. "Is he okay? He's all red in the face" It took him a second to realize they were now talking about him, but before he could say anything Grian answered for him. "Just give him a moment, he's a big fan of you, your tactics AND your muscles" "GRIAN!!" ===

i. didn't expect to make this so long, mumscarian has taken over my brain, and the Au i made isn't. helping. is anyone up to me sending these lil(not so little now that i got carried away) snippets of it and how mumbo is really down bad for grian and scar? -void(tell me if anyone has this name taken PLEASE) Anon

I'M SCREAMING VOID ANON. I'M YELLING TO THE ROOFTOPS ABOUT HOW AMAZING THIS IS. AND I NEED MOOOORE!!!!

I can just imagine Scar(Hawkeye) walking in, with thag tiddie window open(prob even more so since getting hurt) and Mumbo is just staring as you've written LMAO poor Mumbo gonna die from embarrassment

Mumbo: Oh no he's hot! (squidward meme)

#bluie gets an ask poggers #mumscarian #mumscarian ficlet #long post #mumscarian resistance au #should I call it this?#what are you calling it so I can tag it-

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Blighted Hearts - Ch. 2

SUMMARY: It's the night of the full moon and Damian has quite an eccentric request for the church. William also has a shocking proposition for his brute of a partner. No Beta. Read at your own risk.

PAIRING: Abomination x Flagellant / Bounty Hunter x Hound Master

RATING: T (for Ch. 2 only!! The rest of the fic is EXPLICIT!)

WORD COUNT: 3,882

READ ON Ao3: -> HERE!!

A/N: Huge thank you to @hungryhannya, @leenukeath, @zawwa and my reviewers for all their encouragement. Without you, I wouldn��t have had the support to turn this into a multi-chaptered fic! I hope you enjoy! 💚

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Neither of them had slept much that night, too engrossed in each other’s company for more than a few fitful spells of arrhythmic unconsciousness.

Bigby lays draped over the flagellant's shoulder, a shaggy arm angled over his scarred chest, a hairy leg twined with his enrobed one. Damian made sure the wolfboy held most of the blanket, shroud covering a larger portion of his exposed skin, one bandaged arm wrapped around the ringlets of his waist, clutching him close to his side.

The fire was now dead, the priest sadly needing to leave just before dawn, giving his boyfriend's hand a chivalrous kiss goodbye.

He had only been gone a few hours, needing to be in attendance when the other church members awoke and then like clockwork he fetches Bigby from his cave, speaking of the latest news from the town crier.

There had been a boon in supplies thanks to a recent excursion at the warrens and the holy man was adamant about the two of them visiting Hamlet together to celebrate.

That's where they're headed now, Damian making the bold move (at least Bigby thinks it's bold) to hold his hand during the daylight hours, out in public.

The wolfboy doesn't register it at first, the shock of it. He almost suspects it's on accident, but their hands remain locked throughout the whole trek towards the decorated square.

Damian has been exceptionally joyous, almost painfully so, but who was Bigby to squander it, especially since he was the cause.

Still the fear remains that if the residents didn't already have their suspicions, then this romantic air between them will certainly solidify the rumors.

Bigby shirks away from the judging eye of society (one would have to with his condition), but dating a flagellant with a reputation for madness only adds to the notoriety.

“I am glad you’re happy, but could you maybe tone it down a bit,” Bigby asks, overly conscious of his partner’s exuberant mannerisms.

“What do you mean,” the flagellant twitters, looking towards him with the same grin plastered across his face, “I am always this happy when I am with you.”

The lycan clicks his tongue, a flush appearing on his cheeks as well as a helpless look, both flattered and embarrassed.

“Perhaps, but people are staring,” he argues, trying to shrink away, fold himself inside his shroud and Damian’s bulk.

“Let them stare if they must,” the priest asserts, anticipating what the other might be worried about, “I am not ashamed to be seen with you.”

Bigby doesn’t say anything, choosing to bite his lip and hang his head, hoping his hair will eclipse his face, keeping watch over his steps.

“Unless, it’s me that you’d rather not be seen with,” Damian pouts, his happiness immediately revoked, becoming a gaunt frown, withdrawing his hand from their combined grips.

The wolfboy notices this change the same way he acknowledges a cold strike of fear.

“No,” Bigby shouts, reaching for the flagellant's hand with panicked aggression.

Damian jumps, surprised by this uncharacteristic reaction, Bigby reclaiming what is rightfully his, fumbling to reconnect them with jittery desperation.

At the reaffirming feeling of his boyfriend's warmth clasped in his, the abomination is once again calmed, but realizes his embarrassing slight too late.

He clears his throat, keeping good posture, attempting to pass for normal and not the touch-starved man he just proved himself to be.

“T-that’s not it,” he explains, avoiding Damian’s eyes by keeping his pinned straight ahead, “I am … I am just not used to this … attention.”

“You will grow to be,” the flagellant assures him, smiling confidently, hoping to inspire the same daring nerve in his partner.

"A tall order," Bigby laughs, smiling ruefully at the thought, "I am not exactly bursting with self confidence."

"All the more reason for me to show you off," the flagellant smirks, taking the reins as he tugs Bigby toward one of the stalls.

—--

Tardif glances in the direction of the two addled men, hard pressed not to stare with the commotion they're making. He bristles beneath his mask, seething at how carelessly they strut their laissez faire fraternization for all to see, for him to see.

This bustling market wouldn't have been possible without him and William trudging in squalor, busting their asses for a silo of grain sacks, and now he has to share their success with those clodhopping imbeciles of all people.

Something soft, grounding presses against his clothed cheek, making his heart leap into his throat. He realizes it's William, his lips giving him a light peck of surprise.

"I got us a couple of meat pies and sweet potatoes for later," William chirps, holding the loot of delicacies in his arms for his companion to see.

Fergus, the dearheart, also presents a band of carrots in her muzzle, tail wagging happily.

Savory food was usually the quickest way to the bounty hunter's heart, but when the ruffian only grunts nonchalantly at his favorite meal, the blonde man knows there must be something else eating at his prickly exterior instead.

"What's wrong," asks the houndmaster, a concerned frown setting in amongst his tawny features.

"Nothing," the mercenary dismisses, shaking his head and walking towards their shared cabin and further away from the festivities.

William lingers on the sight of his retreating back before he turns his gaze, picking up the scent of who he's been tracking, his eyes landing on the mismatched pair that was Hamlet's most obnoxious couple: the abomination and flagellant.

The houndmaster sighs. It was no wonder then. Fergus similarly, looks up at her master with a forlorn whimper.

William, being the detective that he was, could read the situation. He knew of the bounty hunter’s intrigue, of how a crazed masochist was just as appealing as a trophy to be won and conquered, but the blonde will prove that he can be just as hardy if not as satisfying.

Mind made up, William prims his brow, striding up to the sulking hunk of armor, a determined glint in his golden eyes.

"Tonight, after dinner. Me and you. As rough as you want it," the houndmaster proclaims, walking astride him, gesticulating his free hand.

The brutes' eyes are blown so wide, William swears he can see them, even from behind the visage of his helmet. It’s torture, waiting for his response and the longer the bounty hunter looks his figure up and down, assessing his durability, the more the ex lawman begins to sweat out all his resolve.

"Ya sure ya can take it," Tardif taunts, truly debating if he could handle the physical demands of some rougher bedroom play.

William had more of a delicate constitution when it came to sex. His partner would often pass out if things between them got too intense, not that Tardif was opposed to the more tender stuff, but a part of him craved spice and untamed wildness.

"Of course I can," the beast tamer professes, puffing out his chest to convey just how tough he was.

Fergus equally attests to her best friend's credentials with an affirming bark and a little hop of her forepaws.

Tardif doesn't just chuckle, he full-blown giggles, the sound uncharacteristic and bordering on sinister as he plots out he could use this gambit to his advantage.

"Alright, hand me one of them meat pies and ya got yourself a deal," the bounty hunter smirks, holding out his glove.

William is all too thrilled to see the mercenary's appetite return, fulfilling the bargain without delay.

"Try not to back out on me," William teases, handing the wrapped delicacy over.

"Your back is what I’ll be trying," the brute snorts, pulling down his cowl to take a sizable bite of flaky crust.

A blonde mustache bristles at such vulgar comments, a stripe of red painting his nose, but he can’t deny that he set himself up for that.

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"No, wait that's–," Bigby cuts himself off, his shyness taking over as they stand before a proprietor of goods.

A middle-aged husband and wife greet their arrival, the wolfboy remarking with a timid wave.

“May we,” the flagellant asks, indicating the bushel of apples.

“Certainly, help yourself,” the older woman inclines, finding the two men of peculiar interest.

The priest plucks a pomme with a deep crimson hue, handing it to Bigby as if inviting him to dance.

"For you."

There's an interlude of hesitation, the abomination stunned by these acts of courtship, having never known such things before Damian. He reminds himself to accept this token of affection, warming the rind of fruit in his hands once he does.

The priest harvests one for himself as well, knowing his companion would not partake without him there to share the wealth.

The graying woman chuckles modestly at such a youthful display, looking with fond eyes toward her husband.

“Well, go on then,” the wife prods, sweeping her aging hands at the pair, “it’s the perfect time, height of the season so they're bound to be delicious.”

The flagellant takes a large mouthful, crisp and juicy flesh crumbling to his ration of teeth if only to persuade his partner to do the same.

Bigby takes a much smaller nibble, smiling cordially at the sweet yet sour taste. "It's good."

A harsh squeal draws his curiosity and the instant the wolfboy sees the rosy potbelly of the pig that made it, he’s charmed, the odd coloring of the bovine skin reminiscent of his own branded blood.

"May we pet the pigs," the abomination asks, turning towards the owner's, seeking their permission.

"Don't see why not," the man guffaws, shrugging in his overalls as he chews on a reed of wheat.

Bigby beams, approaching the makeshift pen, squatting down to be closer to the rotund creature that’s currently snout-deep in a bucket of slop.

"Hello, what's your name," the abomination coos, patting the white hairs between the swine’s floppy ears.

"That one there’s Rudolf," explains the old-timey farmer, pleased to see someone take an interest in his stock, "cuz he's so fat and red. My most prized hog."

"Haha, I see," the abomination chuckles. "It's a great name," he assures the animal, should there have been any offense.

Rather than any dotting reassurances, the pig seems more interested in the half-eaten apple, it’s salivating mouth abandoning his trough to wriggle toward this temptation and Bigby lets the glutton have it.

“Look at that,” the bifocaled man laughs, “Never stops eating!”

“Over here,” the woman beckons the flagellant, “Take some grain. Join your friend.”

“Thank you,” the hooded vagrant says, cupping a hand as she pours the millet into it.

Damian kneels to replenish Bigby’s supply of food with his own unfinished apple, whispering just low enough for him to hear, "Be careful he doesn't eat your whole hand. I have use for it later."

The brunette flushes despite himself, watching as his partner finds a small herd of sheep to preoccupy himself with.

The abomination shakes his head, feeding the leftovers to Rudolf, his eyes inevitably drifting, endeared by the sight of the flagellant being surrounded by a bunch of bleating clouds of wool.

Revised to leave his spot, the changeling observes how the sheep retreat as he draws closer to Damian's side, sensing a swell of danger that they did not before.

"Have some grain,” the flagellant smiles, recruiting him to the cause of hungry livestock.

“What’s the point? They’re all so scared of me,” the abomination scoffs, rising to his feet, intending to return to the sanctity of pigs.

“Wait,” Damian pleads, pulling him back down.

He opens a manacled palm, splits what feed there's left between them, urging both their lures through the gaps in the wooden fence.

“They will come,” the priest says, dispelling his partner's look of criticism, “give it time.”

Soon enough, this proves true, one of the younger lambs the first to dip into the well of Bigby's palm, the older siblings following suit until the reservoir of food is barren.

“See, I told you.”

That he did.

The tolling call of the church bell rings, both heroes looking towards the brass deacon of it’s steeple.

"It's nearly time for mass," Damian says, dusting off his hands, rising to his feet.

He holds out his bloody palm, extending it towards his companion and an old, vulnerable side of Bigby still flinches at these strokes of benevolence. Too many times generosity wore the skin of friendship, only to turn deceptive and cruel, but Damian's hands had never struck him, had only ever fulfilled his wishes of amity and warmth.

"Right," the lycan nods, swallowing down his learned misgivings, taking his boyfriend’s impressions of goodwill with an optimistic brow.

The two young lovers spare a brief thank you to the husband and wife before filing through the dirt roads, homogeneous along with the rest of the church-goers.

Damian walks them up the stairs to the abbey, a brazen audacity that Bigby admits he cannot replicate himself. If anything, the changeling is more anxious attending services now, knowing what Damian plans to ask his comrades of Light.

As they enter, doors propped open in welcome, the priest cannot contain himself, compelled to speak his humors aloud.

“Greetings, friends! Another glorious day for the Light, is it not," he hollers, grinning ear to ear, addressing the congregation.

Bigby's face burns scarlet, deflating at such an exuberant admission.

So much for being subtle.

And oh, Damian isn't done.

"Rejoice, for I have such great news to share with all of you!”

Baldwin looks up from his sermon, Sarmenti snickering from his iconostasis as he gently strums his lute.

It was mostly quiet before their arrival, the hushed murmurs of those in the pews turning silent, swiveling in their seats toward the commotion and Junia excuses herself from the pulpit to mitigate the problem.

She glides down the nave, wearing her best smile as she approaches the two outcasts, “My, what spirit you have brought with you today!”

The wholesome vestal regards her parish with similar vibrance, “may all of you take a page from his example. Every day is to be celebrated with joy!”

At Junia's disarming words, the room returns to normal, everyone facing forward again, away from the theatrics. Others continue to stream in through the central aisle, and the virtuous woman tactfully ushers the two men off to the side.

“Here, come this way," the vestal bids them with a hushed voice, hoping to award them some privacy.

"Now tell me what’s brought you such excitement! I wish to share in your happiness,” she asks, giggling with a gentle heart.

The flagellant looks to his precious companion, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “Allow me to take care of this. I will find you later. Please, enjoy the service.”

Knees knocking together, Bigby feels a shiver of dread at the thought of being left alone, his courage dependent, elevated when Damian was near and now it dwindles at the impending loom of his departure.

This shift in Bigby's demeanor does not go unnoticed, his partner facing him fully, taking both his hands in his.

“Would you rather stay,” Damian asks, not considering this before, but offering such courtesies now that he has.

“No, no it’s OK,” the wolfboy dismisses, bashful of his own neediness, not wanting to impose, “I’ll let you two discuss it.”

He pardons himself before he can act a fool, retracing his steps back toward the entrance, turning to see that the brief conversation with Damian and Junia has led them both to disappear behind a side door, no doubt to discuss their arrangement with the other religious heroes.

Bigby sighs, gritting his teeth with a nervous brow. Suddenly, all the repercussions of what could go wrong rise to the surface of his mind, his altruism crashing down around him like broken glass.

His sooty feet carry him towards one of the farthest pews, taking a seat at the very end, a customary action, isolating himself from the rest of the attendees out of habit.

Hoping to assuage his doubts, Bigby remembers the resting place for his rosary, procuring it from his pocket, dedicating himself to prayer with a bow of his head.

He listens attentively to Baldwin's voice, the moral of today's psalms, but his thoughts no doubt circle around to his own troubles.

What will the others say when Damian tells them? What will they think? Nothing worse than they already do, surely. Hopefully.

Too engrossed in his own head, Bigby had not heard anyone approach, not until a cast shadow towers over him, blocking out the morning sun.

He nearly drops his crucifix, jumping up from his spot, alarmed that he had let his guard down.

“Damian,” the abomination sighs in relief, quelling his anxious heart, “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“They’ve agreed.”

“What,” the werewolf squeaks, not believing his ears.

It just couldn't be true. There was no way.

“To you joining me tonight,” the flagellant elaborates, worry coating his expression as he moves to sit down beside him.

“They will be barring the doors, but I told them it wouldn't be a problem, assuming it wouldn’t be,” he continues, finding Bigby’s hand again, needing that strong, reassuring tether to ground his own doubts.

“Really,” Bigby breathes, dubious that his plight had been answered, that he could be so blessed.

“Yes,” the flagellant says, his voice a weak treble, “are you not … pleased?”

Bigby feels his cheeks heat up, looking towards his partner, seeing the same spell of apprehension on his face.

“Overjoyed,” the abomination smiles, gently meeting his eyes, reaching up to cup a serrated jaw, “I just can’t believe it.”

The flagellant grips his wrist, that holistic grin reappearing in full swing of his broken teeth.

“You must,” Damian insists, continuing his ecstatic string of words, “my room is open to you for as long as you may wish to stay. They will release us once the full moon has passed.”

Truly grateful, the shapeshifter wants nothing more than to kiss him, but he also remembers where they are, of who might be watching, using his gaze to convey the depth of his desire.

Bigby was a patient man, he could wait. With the worst of their worries gone, all they had was time and the promise of what the night would bring.

———

Damian leads them down the spiral staircase, a torch to light the way in one hand, Bigby’s clammy mit held in the other.

The pitter patter of their bare feet echo with each step, the hypnotic walls of stonework seeming almost never-ending, niches filled with skulls and cobwebs marking their path.

Finally, they reach the bottom floor, a gloomy chamber with a pair of double doors coming into view, the sturdy lumber barred with iron beams and reinforced hinges.

"Hold this, I won't be long," the flagellant says, relinquishing the torch.

With his hands now free, the priest aims to unlock the beams, the metal scraping with a harsh cacophony of rust and the abomination tries not to flinch from the assault on his ears. The lycanthrope was already weary thanks to the dire accommodations of such a place and these unsettling noises only added to the unease.

Two hands on either side, Damian's muscles ripple, using all his strength to push the hefty cellar doors open, and an exhausted breath of dust billows out around them, the threshold of a tomb, eerie in atmosphere.

The flagellant flitters over to borrow the flame from him, lighting a few sconces adorning the walls, unveiling more of the sepulcher's macabre decor.

"What do you think," the flagellant asks, expectant and proud of his torture dungeon.

Crossing the threshold, observing his surroundings, the abomination affords himself a few extra seconds to reply. Various tools of anguish are stretched out before him, cages, chairs, racks of every size and delineation. An impressive collection to say the least, but as off-putting as it was (given his history with captivity), Damian liked it and that was reason enough to give such horrific designs a second chance.

"Roomy," the wolfboy remarks, off the cuff, rubbing at his shoulders to expel the flood of goosebumps.

"What shall we do first," Damian asks, beaming excitedly, wanting his partner to choose from the array of sadistic toys.

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"Check," Bigby calls, moving his knight into the iron square to take Damian's queen.

Who knew there would be a chessboard down here, but Bigby's supposes one cannot subject themselves to misery all the time.

"What, again," the flagellant exclaims, exasperated by his losing streak, "that's the fourth time in ten moves."

"You need to be more strategic with your pawns," Bigby tutors, raising an eyebrow, looking towards his impressive graveyard pile, "the idea is to preserve your pieces, not to sacrifice them all at once."

Damian is having trouble wrapping his mind around the rules, too used to blindly diving in with the same stubborn, predictable patterns just as he does in combat.

As Damian tries to dissect the board, plan his next move, Bigby admires the set laid out before him, crafted to resemble the various torture devices spread throughout the room in a morbid twist on the usual theme.

It took Bigby a moment to attribute all the crudely assembled avatars (with Damians help), but the game still played the same, whether it was derived from cheap scrap metal or fine onyx and ivory.

Even as he waits, fiddling with one of the miniature iron maidens, a familiar shiver runs down Bigby's spine, a sickness dropping into his stomach.

There's a crack in the barred windows, just enough that he can glean the sliver of moonlight, Bigbys's eyes intuitively drawn to it.

It's bright, ephemeral, illuminating all the dusk of the night sky.

Bigby shudders again, a revenant pulse echoing from inside, rattling his skull like a beguiling siren's song.

He tries to hide it, mask his reflective eyes from view, ignore the bite of his fangs as they stretch, curling over his lips, but he can't resist it much longer.

“Damian," the abomination huffs, urgency in his tone, "it’s time.”

“I am ready,” his partner nods, excited for this moment, taking him by the hand, leading him to the center stage of the basement.

“I hope you are,” Bigby strains, clutching tightly to his shroud with apprehensive eyes.

His nails grow long, feral, veins popping, varicose in his neck, ribs cracking as they expand into a cavity twice their size.

“Grrnnnghhhh,” Bigby growls, his transformation a painful one, but still self conscious of his appearance, knowing Damian is watching.

He manages one last look before his consciousness is pushed back, jarring and distorted, bulbous even as all his hair strips out.

The beast breaks free, ripping apart the flesh of it's human guise, the liberation of chains echoing along with a terrifying roar of power.

The beast is panting heavily, gathering it's wits, acclimating to it's new body, stretching out it's stance of hooves.

“That still you in there,” Damian asks, taking a step closer, trying to find his face among the darkness.

The beast's pointed ears perk up, revealing it's tall stature, long spindly horns nearly scraping the ceiling, massive arms draped heavily at his sides.

The beast may have forsaken it's need for lips, but it's jowls still manage a smirk and Damian returns this with one of his own.

“Then, catch me, if you can,” the flagellant taunts, sprinting off like naive prey, igniting his partner's instinct to hunt.

#abomination/flagellant #dd abomination #dd flagellant #abomination #flagellant #bountyhunter/houndmaster #dd bounty hunter #dd houndmaster #bounty hunter #hound master #my writing #blighted hearts #blight boyfriends #dd damian #dd bigby #dd tardif #dd william #darkest dungeon #dd

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familyterminated · 5 months

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Love at First Explosion; Chapter 1; Family: Terminated

“Rrgvryneryonguyrtoy ryhgyv7 5 8uhryuv57 8trt7tiytityret39itygbyt5tlvq[wsyq;5bv8y989tyevvt 8t y8re8yev ey pwoetyt75tugytb7v6oeigt7r” Father said. I think he was malfunctioning. He walked over to mom and SLAPPED her. I stood aghast with my mouth agape. My father walked away from my mother, who also stood in shock, holding her cheek. He walked into the doorframe when trying to exit the kitchen and exploded. There was a blinding light and immense pain. I felt like I was on fire. All I remember is a soft white light emitting from a dark place, and then nothing.

Looking back now, it should have been obvious my father was the terminator. We knew he was a robot, but my mom found that attractive, and since I had grown up with him, it was perfectly normal.

My mother, Sarah Connor, had been killed in the blast.. Or so I thought.

My mother was a renowned scientist that dedicated her life’s work to demolishing the terminator program. The government issued it a long, long time ago with the goal to decrease the population. Many countries had agreed to this idea, but many were also against it. My mother had to marry my father in secret, because people were forbidden to have relationships of any kind with the robots. My father had to remove the government device planted into him so that the government wouldn’t catch them. Eifvbgstjhbgrjgquoi4atq3ukatrukcyewj. Sorry about that. I’m half robot, so sometimes my brain malfunctions, and my monologue turns into robot code. Nowadays, I hang around in the shadows, hiding from the world because if I was found, I would be terminated. I hadn’t seen my mother since the explosion, so me, and everyone else in the world, assumed her to be dead. I was wanted in several countries, all from the same thing. The sky is round, the Earth is flat. Pigs can fly, and cows can jump over the moon.

Sorry, I started rambling. My name is Caleb Alicorn Musk-Connor-balljuice, but everyone just calls me Cam. (Elon was my mom's side thing for a bit, but that's not important). Anyways, I have a crush. I know that isn’t the best option when I need to be undercover, but this man is fiiiiiiiiine. He’s got auburn hair with beautiful blue orbs that would perfectly compliment my own icy blue orbs. Just thinking about Jake (lmao) makes me swoon. But the thing is, he doesn't know I'm a robot. I'm scared to tell him. What will he think of me? I don't want him to think I'm some robot freak and call me a rusty metalback (that's the slur for robots. Don't say it unless you're also a robot. And if you have the capacity to read, you probably aren't a robot. Robots can't read, because I can't read and neither can my dad.) That's why it took him multiple women to find my mom.) Anyways, back to the topic of Jake. he’s walking up to me right now.

His orbs pierce through me, and bite my lip, trying not to blush.

“Hey.” he growls, his deep voice pierces my soul, sending shivers down my spine.

“H-Hi.” I nervously stutter, hoping he can't see my robotic blush. “Wh-what is it?”

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over today, since we’re study partners and all..” He fidgets with his hoodie strings and looks at the ground.

“S-s-sure.” I muttered, metallic blush creeping up my cheeks.

“What's that? I didn’t hear you.” he asks, running a hand through his curly red hair.

“DSFUibgry eufgysvuk!”

“Huh?”

“Erm…..” I blush, internally screaming at myself. I suddenly realize that if I go to his house, I endanger not only myself, but him as well. Who cares, it’s Jake! “Sure!” (those stupid robot code dialogues! They're so embarrassing…)

“Oh, okay great!” Jake smiled brightly and leaned down close to me, “See you tonight..” He whispered to me in a deep seductive tone.

After he left, I groaned, blushing and put my head on my desk.

#Family: Terminated #fanfic #fan fic writing

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shadowfloofster · 2 years

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Been working on this for a while, but let me introduce you all to

The bone storm au

In this au, when Monkey king fights the LBD in JTTW, she escapes before she can be trapped or defeated but is incredibly weak.

Monkey king eventually returns to FFM, but as it's on fire and being burnt down by Erlang (A lot later than originally). He goes around and rescues as many residents as he can before going into the caves.

Macaque is already in the cave with a few of the monkey residents. Half his fur is stained black from the ash and smoke, he also has minor burns on him but they heal quickly and easily.

After Monkey king saves as many residents as he could, him and the monkeys stayed in the caves while they grieved for the lost residents and mountain, losing many due to their home being unable to support them.

Sun Wukong rarely leaves the mountain anymore, terrified his residents and queer plantonic partner (Macaque) would end up dead if he left them alone again. The only time he left was if they were desperate for food or was visiting DBK and PIF.

Once FFM is regrown and can sustain life better again, they decide to try have a child of their own and with help from PIF and DBK as they'd just had Red son, they were able to find a way that meant it would still be both of theirs, but they wouldn't have to naturally conceive them.

MK is born to the monkey demons, being named Sun Sying from his multiple star markings.

Once Red son is 2, they have to seperate him from the Samadhi fire. The fire seems to have gained a slight consciousness, influencing the young Red son. They had to seperate it into 4 pieces to stop the fire being able to free itself. However, a piece of the fire escaped, flying away before the others can track it down.

The 4 that seperated the fire are DBK, Monkey king, Nezha and Ao Lie, being the 4 most capable at the time while Macaque and PIF made sure neither child (Red son and MK as Monkey king is too anxious to leave them at FFM without him)

After a few years, the LBD returns. However, thanks to the Mayor, they found out where FFM was and made sure that wherever she went, it would not be seen nor heard by the monkey demons before it's too late.

Monkey king and Macaque raise MK on FFM, completely ignorant to the bone demon taking over the world. Until, a bunch of refugees, including DBK, PIF, Red son, the dragon family (including Mei), other demons and humans turn up on the flaming mountains and beg to stay there as the lady bone demon has taken over their home.

Because of the new group living on the mountain, they needed to settle them all otherwise it could cause chaos. Once they were settled, Monkey king and Macaque left to try and find a way to defeat the LBD, though MK and Red son (Now 6 and 7, MK socially transitioning, renaming himself Qi Xiaotian) sneak after the pair but get caught once they're too far from the mountain to go back safely as the LBD can recognise the monkey's powers.

The ground is covered in snow and large spikes of ice everywhere. Eventually though, they come across a small village of shapeshifters, after one of the young children 'attacks' Macaque's tail, his parents come and offer them a place to rest in the village as an apology. The group agree due to the cold and the monkey demons not being used to it (except for Macaque thanks to his shadows)

They find out the village has survived for so long because a fire has been passed down for generations, after someone got hit with the fire mid transformation, forcing it to join onto them and combine with their body.

Monkey king and Macaque, realise it's the Samadhi fire, and the cub who pounced on them before is the current wielder of the escaped piece of fire.

Suddenly, the LBD attacks the village, recognising MK using Monkey king's 72 transformations to entertain the snow leopard cub and alerting her to them being away from the mountain.

The parents of the cub, Plum, beg them to take him with them as his fire could help others and they get a bad feeling that if she got hold of it, it would end badly for everyone. The monkey's reluctantly agree as Macaque grabs his partner, kid, nephew and Plum and drops through a shadow, jumping in and out of them to get back to the mountain before thr LBD can get to them all.

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After adopting Plum and helping the cub properly use the fire, he grew up on FFM with Red son, Mei and MK as older siblings and the monkey demons as his dads.

Once they're all nearly adults (Red son 20, MK 19, Mei 17 and Plum 15) Plum suggests they go put to see what's outside the mountain, as Mei had never seen it and Plum hardly remembering it as he was only 2 when they went back to the mountain. While Red son and MK don't think it's a good idea, Mei and Plum convince them after a bit of persuading though.

Thanks to MK's shadow powers, they all quickly get off the mountain and start exploring, Plum excitedly bouncing in the snow like he used to at his old village in snow fox form.

Plum gets seperated from the group however, jumping around in the snow and digging into it as they went to explore a sound nearby. The LBD takes this as a chance to attack him, MK, Red son and Mei quickly making their way over as she takes partial control over him.

Plum is freaked out, his vision and hearing going distorted before he shoots off in a ball of flames, disappearing before the LBD attacks the trio, though the escape back to FFM and have to tell their parents what they did.

They're unable to find Plum, no matter how much of the area Monkey king, Macaque, PIF and DBK looked so, reluctantly as he had the fire, they go back to the mountain, deciding they couldn't leave it any longer and had to try find a way to defeat her.

Months of planning, led to them deciding that they'd go to her main fortress and scout around, try see what they could find. Macaque, Monkey king, Princess iron fan, Red son, MK and Mei are all part of the team, splitting into two teams to try cover as much ground as possible without leaving anyone vulnerable.

They decide that two groups of three work well, one to get them away quickly (MK and Macaque) one for defense against possible LBD attacks (Red son and PIF) and the other for attacking if anyone gets in the way (Monkey king and Mei)

While Red son, MK and Mei are searching the fortress, Macaque, Monkey king and PIF going the other way, they look into any rooms they can, MK checking each room in case there was a trap in there.

Until they find a large room that seems to be full of cells. Most are empty, a few skeletons inside until they find one that's completely sealed but has a thick layer of glass to look inside.

The three just about see a figure inside, unsure who it is in the darkness of the room and cell. So they carefully try find a way in, the figure tensing as Red son and Mei are able to force the door open.

They notice the figure tense as they enter the room, the figure covered in blood like the room until they notice familiar features, realising it was Plum.

Once they get Plum to realise it's them, they quickly tell the other three and leave with him, Macaque and Monkey king babying the shapeshifter for a while as they make their way back to FFM. They find the place partly covered in ice however, the ice spreading still.

Macaque hears an aircraft nearby and quickly checks it out before bringing the others there, finding out Sandy and Red son had been working on it in case they needed a quick escape, so they were able to use it to get as many residents away as they could before the ice got them.

Now, with part of the Samadhi fire back and one of the rings thanks to DBK keeping it with him, they start searching for the last three rings, to try finally defeat the LBD and take back their world

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Any questions feel free to ask! This was long but I was excited to finally show it all, designs and facts about them in a minute!

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #monkie kid au #lmk au #monkie kid mk #lmk mk #monkie kid oc #lmk oc #lmk macaque #lmk monkey king #monkie kid monkey king #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid mei #monkie kid redson #lmk red son #lmk mei #Bone storm au #God I'm so excited to show this finally I've been working on this for ages

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berrymoos · 2 years

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Don’t know why but was thinking about how the littles would react to timeout. Eddie cries crocodile tears/needs to be walked. Max stomps to the corner/pouts the entire time. If looks could kill cg would be dead. There bc of fighting. Robin’s rarely in timeout by herself. Usually Steve or Eddie’s w/ her. Johnny doesn’t know what timeout is Nancy’s confused and wanders out to cg and gives cuddles as a apology. May be taken back depending on who sent her. Steve whines the whole time but stays put.

🎸 as soon as he's out of timeout & has been picked up from the Chair of Doom (as the little ones call it), the tears almost immediately stop. all of the cgs know theyre crocodile tears & pay him barely any mind while he's in the corner (that proves harder than it sounds bc eddie cries loud no matter what, & fake crying is just worse), but they don't want him crying himself sick so once the timer goes off – woop. toddler in their arms

🛹 max always argues with the cgs when they put her in timeout, too, & they have to watch her closely bc she's not a stranger to booking it two minutes into her time. she probably fought mike bc those two are always getting into it when they're small JSKEJSKE ,, they have to be in different rooms during timeout or else they WILL get headaches for glaring at each other the entire time

🍦 that could mean two things: 1). they committed the crime together (bc they are the definition of partners in crime), therefore theyre all in timeout together but refused to be separated into different corners, OR 2). eddie & steve plopped themselves in the corner with her as soon as they realized were she was. neither of those 2 are more common than the other, but the latter is less tolerated bc timeout is meant for one person to be alone, facing the wall, thinking about their actions & why it landed them in the Chair of Doom

📷 jonny not knowing what timeout is is sending me over the moon 💀 u probably meant that as in "he's never been in timeout", but him LITERALLY not knowing of the concept is so so funny. he sees his friend sitting in the corner all alone, arms crossed, pouting & whining, & crawls over to them with a coloring book, crayons, & ducky, & settles next to them. are they sad? why are they sitting all alone? maybe they don't have anyone to play with. he tries to give them ducky & get them help with this one specific section of his book, but a caregiver lifts him away, explaining his friend needs alone time for ten minutes because they're in timeout. what? what's timeout? they look sad, though! they're all alone and sad! that's not good! so now jonny's whining & squirming on the cg's lap for his friend & wanting to go to timeout so they wont be alone as the cg tries explaining why he can't go in timeout with them

🎀 steve almost always cracks when nancy follows him like a duckling from the chair & crawls on his lap as soon as he sits, tucking her head underneath his chin and playing with his fingers, then turning to look at him with wide & confused eyes. he can hold strong for about 20 seconds .. then he wraps his arms around her & plants a kiss on the top of her head. robin teases him abt it, but she's the same 😭 theyre both suckers for her ... and sooner or later, nancy catches on >:~]

🕶️ arms crossed, glossy eyes, bottom lip jutting out ... the whole shebang. he's the easiest to get into timeout bc he knows the more he cooperates, the quicker he can get it over with, & he always hopes that if he's cooperative he can get out of it ... doesn't work, unfortunately. robin & eddie are usually there with him – partners in crime, remember? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ – & if theyre all in trouble, eddie's crocodile tear crying his little heart out while steve whines get louder bc eddie's gonna make him cry, too!! and if they're crying, then robin's gonna get emotional, & then- oh, would you look at that; theyre all crying, now 😥

#i too would accept nancy's apology & take her out of timeout. i have no backbone when it comes to her HSKSJE #stranger things agere #fandom agere #sfw agere #agere asks #agere concept #🧸．berry n friends <3

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melodyofthevoid · 1 year

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This is me gazing deeply and soulfully into your eyes, asking you to infodump about your OCs to your heart's content- I would love to hear about them 💚

Aw, thank you anon! I've been working on fleshing out my Sun and Moon babe so I guess I'll go into detail on them!

As I've said before, the main plot is the two main characters assume the other dead and go on a rampage to tear the kingdom down in different ways, and meet up at the end realizing "oh shit she's alive" and they're like "eh I'll keep going whatever" and overthrow the kingdom. There's a bit more under the cut about the characters and story for now

Helena (The Moon): The inciter, albeit accidentally. She is a witness to the poisoning of a noble during a party in which she’s working as a servant. Her girlfriend Nessa is initially blamed, but she tries to take the fall, unwilling to watch Nessa die. Unfortunately this fails, as she’s escorted to another room and told Nessa was killed. She’s sent to find an artifact, an old Diadem that hasn’t been seen for years and is probably just a rumor. It was stolen (allegedly) by another kingdom and hidden away, containing unparalleled power. She’s aware it’s p much a death mission, but with nothing else to live for, she embarks, discovering along the way a natural talent for magic, and, perhaps, grander ambitions than simply revenge. With a network of growing allies (or not) she eventually finds the crown and it does in fact have a great deal of power.

Will she lead the people together, or only take revenge?

Nessa (The Sun): The rebel, the one left behind. Always more of an instigator, she takes the cruelty that she’s been handed and uses it to spark change within the capital of Merynd. Creates a network from her friends still within the castle who don’t believe that she, or her former partner, could’ve done such an act. She was told Helena was executed for her ‘crime’ and she knows that neither were truly responsible. Discontent is rife in the kingdom, and frankly all that is needed is a push, a spark. Piece by piece she works to undo control over sections of the city and get word out. Word of rebellion, not to her knowledge, is being encouraged by a figure draped in silver who will take the crown by force.

Will the revolution live or die? And for what end?

The Assassin (The eclipse): A pawn of the Republic of Gval, a bitter rival and the next on the King’s list of countries to subsume. Despite the turmoil of the past few years, word of the fall of the previous regime isn’t confirmed yet. There’s suspicion and stories, but while the previous leaders weren’t liked, it’s not like those in power like the idea of a super powered new queen out of nowhere. In fact, now that Merynd is on the rocks, it’s a perfect time to strike. He’s a professional, good at his job. Get in, get out, kill the target, get paid. Does generally care about collateral in that it can lead back to him, so tries not to go for messy kills. Has no fixed identity and goes by any number of names depending on the situation. The more time he spends in Merynd, after getting the job of a lifetime, the more confused he is by the state of things until he is faced with the truth. Is the gold worth it for a nation?

For what country will his blade fall?

The format for the story has varied a bit, but I kinda like the idea of a visual novel sort of deal with diverging paths for the different protagonists and their stories.

Game Plot: The game follows Helena's timeline, Nessa's timeline and the perspective of some rando assassin dude Anyways you can play as either in either order but their goals are similar: kill the queen of this country. Helena and Nessa's are more straightforward but with the guy things are tricky. People actually seem to... like the queen? She's not the huge bitch that Helena dealt with, there's no king mentioned despite the queen being married, so what's up? Also some of the towns have different names and shops with the same name are run by different people

Once Helena gets the crown artifact, that's where her story stops initially, with her going to confront the queen.

The guy's story stops when he goes to confront the queen too. He's faced with various factions and rival assassins that can impact the way the ending turns out.

The big twist is that Helena's story was like, 15 years prior to the assassin, and that she is the queen the other country is trying to take down for (insert shitty reason here). She did take down her monarch, and now the assassin and her can choose to fight or resolve peacefully depending on how the player did each route

I'm still working out more of the details obviously and writing a dialogue heavy game would be a LOT of writing but. It's just something revolving in my brain rn

#melody rambles #my ocs #celestial #that's the tag I think for now

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