#like hell yea embrace the chaos.

[chibi-celesti]

Was yea ra afezeria infel waath sos herra

(I bless you with my love and song of healing.)

*Synopsis: In the aftermath of the Fire Lotus incident, the Ramshackle Prefect felt powerless as her classmates fought tooth and nail to end the chaos. Knowing the weakening states of everyone in her group and the city, Meryu decides to break the nighttime rules for one night to sing. Only this time, this song is a gift to all.*

Word Count: about 1.4k-1.5k

A/N: No joke, I did not expect to write a 1.4k words for this one shot, and yet I did lmao. This is sort another sneak peek to Twisted Tonelico, but more on how Song Magic is used.

Spoilers for the events Glorious Masquerade. And also its a bit romantical, but you can also read it as platonical if you'd want :)

Mini edit: this is the song Meryu sings in this piece. Definitely recommend if you're interested in what she's saying!

~Twisted Tonelico~

It is now nightfall in the City of Flowers. And everything seems to be a lot calmer than it was a few hours ago. A few hours ago, this beautiful city was covered in a landscape from the depths of Hell itself. Fire lotuses were everywhere, spreading like a virus to get to anyone or anything creature emanating magic to sap away if also possibly kill. It was a nightmare, but the students of Night Raven managed to purge them and save those who were affected by the mastermind behind this event.

The Masquerade planned for the evening had passed; a final tribute to those who came as part of the Arcane Trip for their respective schools. And now, everyone was tucked into their beds, all exhausted from the festivities. All except for one person: the otherworldly Reyvateil, and designated Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Meryu Melenas.

Meryu couldn’t sleep. She kept having nightmares from the past near forty-eight hours. The flowers, the fall, the unknowing if her friends were safe and if they were able to stop Rollo’s maniacal machinations. It was too much in too little time, leaving her mind frazzled. Struggling to get any type of rest, Meryu got out of bed, donning her uniform jacket over her pajama shirt, and walked out into the hallway.

Wandering aimlessly, she tried to think of a way to clear her mind. Meryu would usually go for a walk outside and admire the stars with her dear friend, Malleus Draconia. Unfortunately, her dear fae friend had turned in early for the night. So for now it is just her and the moon’s warm light keeping her company.

Her walk led Meryu to the main floor foyer of Noble Bell College. The place where so many memories were made; the arrival, the madness, the ball… countless events occurred here. All within the span of one day. And maybe, even now, she could leave behind one more memory. Something that she wanted to do ever since her dear friend’s performance at the Masquerade: a song of her very own. One that can ease (and maybe undo) the lingering effects of the Fire Lotus to everyone in the City of Flowers; luckily for her, Meryu knows the perfect one to use. One she had crafted from her time with the Shroud brothers.

Walking to the heart of the foyer, Meryu embraced the silence of the night and began her song. Hoping and wishing for it to heal everyone in the City of Flowers.

xA rre exail sarr wLYErm anw sphaela/.

xA sorr aLYEuk zess l.l.n. anw aje harphe/.

xA sorr aLYEuk zess y.y. Ahiew_ayulsa/.

xU rre rhaplanca hLYEmYAmArU enw raklya en yLYEzAtU,

jLYEwA dejuy an arhou tes 1001 Implanta/.

(In tune with her song, Meryu closes her eyes and invokes her spell.)

Hana wo sanji shu ni someta yubi de

Hitai wo kazaru toge wo ande

Watashi wa ima shokuzai no shirushi

Ibara no tsuru no kauburi itadaku

Hohotsutai ochiru shizuku

(A warm, ethereal light began to encompass her body. Soon after, four small balls of light formed around her and danced to her melody.)

Kawaita daichi ni somite

Inochi no me uruosu you

Ame to narite sosogitai

Anata ni

Kono mune no naka afururu

Hikari maioriru

Inori no tane wa kagayou

Kiseki ni mebuku

(Her voice echoed through the foyer, reverberating off the walls and flowing through the empty halls of Noble Bell. Each ball of light dipped into the ground as a pulse to the beat.)

xN rre harr f.s. tes maoh ess ouvyu sechel/.

:/xO rre qejyu m.t.y.y. anw daedu/.

Naave wEsLYN ayulsa sphaela/.

xE rre vega a.u.k. ayulsa Asiance_qejyu/:

Chorus A:

xN rre Maoh s.s.w. tie Rhaplanca enw h.k.t.t. has./

Chorus B:

:/Reta yorr tYAnu za j.d.r. gor Ajues_qejyu./

sYAIA Atitia_qejyu

Reta yorr hYArAnAt oucc

xU yorr vUsUk 1000 Aujes_qejyu

wYAfA za rYAfrm 1001 Atitia_qejyu

en vYAsk yor/:

(The young woman was so concentrated on her singing; she never noticed the countless eyes seeing her serenade.)

Shiroki ashi de deido wo fumishime

Tsubasa was tsui kegaruru tomo

Watashi was tada inochi hatsuru made

Asu wo shinjite kanata e

Habataku

Aganai wa itsuka tabi no

Subete wo oeru sono hibi ni

Hatenaki negai utaou

Omoi kasaneau

Tsunaida yubi wa ikue no

Hanabira no you ni

(Nor did she notice how the air had begun to shift and her own light of salvation expanding throughout the whole city.)

Kono mune no naka afururu

Hikari furisosoge

Negai nokigi wa itsushika

Sora eto todoku

(Meryu put so much of her love and hope into this song, her chest felt constricted and her eyes began to water. And even then, she continued her song.)

Chorus A:

xN herra h.r.n.t. ane sphaela ttu y.y. 1000 hiewi meryu/.

xN harr v.s.k. nafa eje en Atitia_qejyu enw h.r.n.t./.

Chorus B:

xN rre Rhaplanca y.y. eh 1001 Atitita_qejyu,

en harr w.n.s. anw ouvyu sechel sev maen olo/.

xN harr h.l.s.s. ess ouvyu sechel/.

:/xU rre vega a.u.k. zz ayulsa siance/.

xU rre vega a.u.k. zodal sechel/:

xN harr y.z.t. en y.z.t. enw raklya/.

:/mAtUyYAy 1001 Implanta/:

The last note fading into a whisper in the wind along with the warm lights, concluding the young girl’s solo. Opening her eyes, Meryu was a bit surprised at what she saw. Her vision may be blurry from her tears, but she knew that her classmates and Rollo were standing before her. The students had various faces of shock, endearment mixed with concern, and confusion. Grim was the first to go up to her, and rather than teasing or questioning her, he climbed up her side and cuddled into her chest comforting her. Deuce and Epel followed suit, checking Meryu for any scratches or marks since they were the most worried about their friend. A few more walked forward to the girl, questioning her and slightly chastising her for breaking curfew or complementing her for her song.

There was one person, Meryu’s most precious person, who was left speechless by her song: Malleus Draconia, the heir to the Valley of Briar.

The prince was left in awe of what his dear friend had done. Despite her song’s somber but hopeful tone, he knew exactly what she did. And he felt it down to his very bones. To hear her sing something so powerful away from the Dark Mirror was not an easy feat. And yet she did it without fail; all for the sake of everyone hurt by the accursed fire lotuses. When her tears began to form, it was not because she was hurt, but because she wanted her wish to come true.

And it did.

Malleus walked towards his beloved, making everyone surrounding the Prefect move aside for him to see her. No words were said between the two as they met each other again for the night. The only exchange was that of a gentle hug shared between the Prince and his beloved Reyvateil.

#twst x ar tonelico au #twisted tonelico #twst spoilers #twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #ar tonelico #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland x ar tonelico

[pixelkip]

Aight. It's Annello time.

SO my interpretation of Annello has a slightly different backstory from the semi-official one given by Rageminer. They still fuse the same way, with Annie showing up after Garcello dies but is still hanging around as a ghost, she runs up and reaches out for him and. Yea.

A big difference in mine though is that the fusion isn't as much physically painful as it is uh,, mentally. Once they fuse both.. I guess sides?? of them are terrified and confused. Once they even realize what happened they're understandably fuckin horrified. Mostly because.. it technically means the 2 won't really see each other ever again

I say this cause.. while I might refer to them acting more like Annie or garcy, it's not a situation of 2 consciousnesses (is that even a word hell if I know) existing simultaneously, but just one with personality traits and memories of both. Sure, they can recognize what parts of them come from who, but they still are just one.

It also takes them a while to really be able to function again. Their highly conflicting personality traits can make it really hard for them to make decisions and the energetic-ness from Annie and anxiety from Garcello don't exactly mix nicely. They are simultaneously not used to being so energetic and highly emotional from Garcy's side, and not used to being so anxious and tired from Annie's side. They have a lot of moments where Annie's impulsivity kicks in, they do something kind of foolish and immediately wonder wait why the hell did I do that??

They also probably talk to themself a lot. Both cause they sometimes need to do that to get their thoughts in order and cause they're lonely :[

They eventually start sorting themself out though (but also with my version of them they at least have lil Rascal with them, since for me she and Annie would've had a sibling-rivalry type relationship that would carry over to annello, but that's probably a post for another day)

So. I imagine their actual personality being a slightly ominous goofball. I say ominous because come the fuck on they have both the Annie chaos and the garcy calm chill guy demeanor. Do u see what I'm going for here. They're gonna take Garcy's mysterious dude in the alleyway thing and take it to the next level by actually seeming like theyre totally up to something. They can go from tired bastard to bouncy ball of mischief within seconds. I think they'd start to lean into how they seem weird and unpredictable, since it's something about them they really can't change, might as well embrace it.

I imagine them kind of speaking with kind of a sweet but sly tone while also sounding very calm and quiet. Unlike their 1 official voice line, I hc that their voice can shift between sounding more like Annie or garcello, with it naturally changing depending on how they feel or what they're trying to convey. They could also consciously change it but they can't perfectly mimick one or the other. If they're excited or shouting though, that's how you get then speaking with both voices at the same time.

Ok that's mostly it for their character but there's a few more lil details that didn't really fit in this whole explanation so here's a few more things I came up with, sometimes with inspo from people on discord:

- since they're a fusion of a very much alive Annie and a ghost garcy, annello is half-ghost. For a while they'd randomly phase through things accidentally before they learned to get it under control. Might also allow them to dissappear at will. Because fuck you I think that's fun and cool

- said half-ghost thing also lead to an agreement that Hiroari Shoots A Strange Bird ~ Till When? is annello boss fight theme. Though, I also heavily associate them with Hartmann's Youkai Girl too. Fuck I can't avoid bringing up touhou every chance I get god dAMMIT FU

- oh on the topic of songs that fit my version of them. Deathbody by Ghost and Pals and The Ballad of Jane Doe from Ride the Cyclone

- I'm not sure if I'm keeping this now but i feel like it's worth adding, I had an old liquid form design for annello where they were more of a vapor-y ghost monster instead

- they have a bit of claustrophobia, both cause of their memory of dying in a small alley but also because they are significantly taller than the 2 goobers were, everything they're familiar with like their apartment and such feels smaller to them.

-oh yea. They're taller than even garcello was. I imagine them at like 6'5-7 ft tall

- they are the epitome of 2 idiots does not make a smart person. It makes an ominous but awkward airheaded dingus

- despite them being all weird and shit they're a complete fucking softie. I don't need to explain why with these 2 goobers it should be obvious

- for a good while after they fused they dressed like a complete fucking mess since they didn't know how the fuck they wanted to dress. This is what happens when u have the fashion taste of an emo furry and a man who'd wear pajamas 24/7 if it was socially acceptable

- they have fangs, but unlike Annie that's the only part of their teeth that are still sharp. Even so, garcys influence means they still feel awkward having them, so the fangs cause them to sometimes speak with a bit of a lisp

- still kibby just a really fuckin weird one

That's all. Have some doobles of the silly and uhh stan annello or perish

#annello #hazy river #garcello #annie fnf #long post #im very not sorry for being completely ridiculous about them

[thermodynamic-comedian]

unhinged music. music that feels like a sensory overload in a positive way. concerning music that i've memorized all the lyrics to. music to scream along to if you ever end up alone in a stadium at night and are feeling manic. chaotic, even.

.....ok fine i'm just talking about will wood music you all know i'm just talking about will wood music at this point-

#hand me my shovel im going in #i would scream yell shout that song so loud if given the opportunity #memes #jokes #jests even #ok fine ill use normal tags ig #music #music meme #will wood #neurodivergent memes #adhd memes #mental ill meme #the fact that thats an actual tag is kinda funny tho #like hell yea embrace the chaos. #meme the chaos.

[almondmilks-posts]

C!technoblade-soft boy

Scary technoblade being soft? With reader? Its more likely than you think....

I also like that I  said that would wrote more often... And than I haven't written in anything for a month yea yea I know. I've been busy.

Set during pogtopia times

The cavern as cold and dark. Tbh it was all wilburs fault in the first place, he lost the election against schlatt and you being his speech writer and very prominent in the l'manburg party  you and tommy were also exhiled to this ravine in which you guys now live. The plus part was the fact that Tommy was able to get an anarchist pig to join pogtopia, and that pig being the technoblade.

Surprising, before pogtopia you never met techno Wilbur and Tommy always spoke about him it being even more surprising that him and Wilbur were twins. (ok for me him and Wilbur are canonically twins) that abruptly changed when Tommy sent you do pick up 'the blade' you think he meant a sword but no, he ment the actual technoblade. You'd quickly grown a close attachment to the piglin, his love of potatoes confused you of course and needed to know all about the potato war and squidkid, you guys shared little bits of information about each of your lives you told him about swearing at badboyhalo for the first time of many, you told him about eret betraying you guys ect. He just sat there and listened you you, like actually listened not just pretend. He listened and took notes of how your hands moved when you spoke about your life, how your lips curved into a smile and how your eyebrows furrowed at any mention of betrayal or harm to the ones you cared about. He was smitten. You were smitten. And that's how you guys started dating.

You were currently leading a fox down into pogtopia as Tubbo killed the last one you guys had on accident (it really wasn't) when you heard a gentle tune being hummed. It was coming from the farm so you knew it only had to be the blood god.

You- someone's happy today huh?

Tech- heh? Oh yea my day is  going ok no Tommy around to ruin it.

You- oh well that's good look what I brought back

Thec- ah a fox did anyone see you?

You- uhhhh no I saw Callahan (my beloved) and George off in the distance but they didn't see me.

Techno- good. Are you hungy?

You- uhh no I'm ok I have some bread Niki baked for me

Even though his back was turned away from you, you've known technoblade long enough to know he was frowning right now. You knew that technoblade wanted to keep you fed and protected at all costs even if that meant tending to another set of potatoes. You instantly regret

You- however I will take some potatoes I've got four steak left

Techno- here, just grown these.

You looked up at the piglin. His cloak not wrapped around his shoulders for once, however his crown still worn proudly across his pink hair down to his waist. His eyes as red as blood but still warm and inviting you took the potatoes and placed them into your inventory. Leant up on your tipie toes to not reach his lips at all (man's like 7 foot) he just chuffed and Bent his neck down to place a small peck onto your lips.

You- you need to stop being so tall Mr blade making me feel small and shit. Let me go put this fox away.

You left the growing area, to attach the fox onto the fence post. You searched the "public" chests to find some wood to make a sign. Once you had finally found some acacia (🤮) and made the sign but didn't know what to name it. You sat opposite the fox trying to decide what to name it ( idk if it's just me but I gotta feel it's aura to know what to name things). Some shuffling was heard behind you almost soft footsteps.

You- thec?

Techno- it's just me love, I'm right here.

You turned your head a lil too fast and actually cracked your neck bones. Techno climbed up the steps to sit down next to you. Pulling your smaller frame against his body so that you were sitting in his lap facing him.

You- where is everyone btw? I know Tommy is our with Tubbo but what about Wilbur? Or Niki? Or even Fundy I haven't seen Fundy today?

Thenoblade- schlatt called Niki and Fundy into work last minute I don't know about Wilbur something about getting gunpowder?

You- oh yea probably he's been collecting alot recently not sure why tho.

Thecno- I miss spending time with you alone. Without any annoying disturbances.

You- same. I can't wait to get out of this hell whole and move to the snow like you wanted.

Thecno- after this is all finished we will my Aphrodite.

A wildly British child ( I'm cracking up) could be heard in the distance meaning you and technoblade had about 30 seconds until chaos insueed in the ravine. neither did you or techno move from the embrace you guys were sharing right now tho because it was quite rare you guys had silence but it was worth it. Any time alone with the anarchist piglin is worth it, it's just a shame that it will one day come to an end.

Bro I just want this. Like. Bro.

#techno #technoblade #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt #techno mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp #soft boy

[s4ijoh]

heaven is a place on earth. atsumu miya

ATSUMU MIYA X GN! READER

GENRE: domestic; slice of life; just a comfort piece

WORD COUNT: 1.6k+

WARNINGS: established relationship; mentions of stress; atsumu is a tease (yes, it deserves a warning), + heavy imagery, i enjoy setting the mood

coming home to atsumu after an exhausting day…

you are greeted with a welcoming warmth engulfing your body once you step into atsumu’s apartment. it is rather quiet inside, other than the static buzzing noise coming from the living room at the end of the corridor - you remember atsumu complaining about how the television signal gets worse on days like this.

the homely environment felt inside the dimly lit apartment instantly comforts you, providing you with a shelter from the hostile weather outside. the orange lighting creates a cozy atmosphere in stark contrast to grey sky outdoors, covered in a thick layer of clouds - a prevailing threat that it should start to rain at any moment.

while kicking off your shoes, after you’re done getting rid of the layers of clothing that were weighing on your body, you wonder if you should accept, at last, atsumu’s offer to move in with him. despite the fact that this place was not your actual house, it sure did feel like coming home whenever you walked in. it was, indeed, your safe haven, not only from the weather outside but from the world. as soon as you set a foot inside this place, all your concerns seem to be washed away.

you figured it must have been the weather to further instigate your current bad mood but you can’t put aside the thought that today, everything seems to be working against you and there is nothing more you crave than to sit in the comfort of atsumu’s presence and forget all about the trivial things plaguing your mind.

oddly enough, you are not greeted with his familiar face peeking through the door of the living room, his lips stretching into a beamy smile as he excitedly yells your name upon seeing you, as it is usual. however, although your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, his presence is felt throughout the whole apartment.

the place is charged with traces of him - from the sweet but manly scent of his perfume lingering faintly in the air, to his keys with the small pendant you bought tossed carelessly next to a framed picture of the two of you, on top of the entry table as well as osamu’s coat that atsumu never returned because he claimed it suited him better anyway, hung on the doorknob of his room.

it is also hard not to notice the different pairs of slippers scattered along the wooden floor of the entry hall however, you have grown so familiar with the sight that you would have paid no mind to it if it weren’t for you tripping over one of the long forgotten pairs of fuzzy slippers. what otherwise would have looked like slouchiness only made the place feel more inviting. you have grown acquainted with the chaos, learned to embrace even, it’s familiarity never failed to put you at ease - in the end, everything was just on it’s right place.

atsumu is clumsier than he looks. he whined about how every new set of slippers he bought would go missing within a week, only for him to purchase a new set and for you to find the previous lost pair somewhere under a piece of furniture which resulted in the eclectic collection of slippers he owns to this day. 

walking across the hall, you come to a halt once you reach the living room, waiting for a frowning atsumu to notice you leaning against the doorway whilst he presses on the buttons of the tv remote in a frenzy on yet another hopeless attempt to get the television to miraculously start working - the “no signal” alert on the screen won’t disappear no matter how many times or how rough he hits the buttons on the remote, you have been over this many times with him.

“you never know” he would answer adamantly, with his brows raised in mock defiance. how naive, desperate times require desperate measures, you suppose.

a small giggle erupts from your chest capturing atsumu’s attention, his head snapping in your direction as his lips almost instantly stretch into bright smile - it was his body’s intuitive reaction whenever he laid eyes on you. atsumu calls out for you, dragging on the last syllable of your name in enthusiasm and you can’t help the grin, albeit weak, that crawls its way up to your lips. he could always steal a smile from you, no matter how tired you were.

upon noticing the clear exhaustion on your features, his broad smile morphs into a sympathetic pout as he tosses the remote on the cushions next to him, stretching his arms wide open for you, inviting you in with a quiet “get over here”

you drag yourself to the the checkered sofa where atsumu is sitting, awaiting you, to gladly accept his offer. and just like magnetic attraction, your body falls limp into his embrace, finding solace in his arms as you slump down on his lap with a relieved sob.

atsumu is left to deal with the dead weight of your body on top of him yet instead of complaining, he embraces you just tight enough to earn a quiet squeal from you, your head lifting itself from it’s comfortable spot snuggled against the warm skin of his neck only for you to shoot him a glare.

“where’s my kiss” atsumu taps his lips twice with his index finger to which you bend your head down to comply with his request.

honestly, how could you have forgotten. exhaustion really must have got the best of you because there was nothing more you had craved throughout the whole day than to feel his lips against yours, you could really use a kiss or two - or maybe a few - right now. however, you barely have the chance to connect your lips with his before atsumu is pinching your nose, prompting you to withdraw.

“your lips are freezing cold!” he whines in response to the inquisitive look on your face, his eyes wide in a rather theatrical manner. your boyfriend’s melodramatic behaviour has you rolling your eyes back in annoyance before you lean back in only for atsumu to cover your mouth with the palm of him hand.

“needy are we? rough day, pretty girl?” he teases with a taunting grin plastered on that frustratingly pretty face of his.

“go to hell, atsumu. just kiss me already” if only you weren’t this tired and atsumu wasn’t looking this tempting, maybe you could’ve kept the frustration from overflowing for you knew how he would pick on your helplessness only to keep teasing you and test the effect he had on you. and, you hate to admit that you have no restraint when it comes to him but, truth is, there is not much you can endure until you give in to atsumu and he manages to get you right where he wants you - you were always so pliant on his hands, he found it endearing to say the least.

trying your luck yet again, you hesitantly brush your lips against his, looking up at him through your lashes. you move carefully, almost as if you’re lurking on a prey, keeping a close watch on his face as you knew all it took was a false step for him to get away.

“you didn’t answer me” and just like that he pulls away from you, his voice cutting through the silence and ruining the mood, much to your dismay.

“yes, i had a rough day and you’re not making it any better, ‘tsumu” you spit the words out, although you reckon your tone was sorta harsh you are fuming at this point. on days like this, where it almost feels like it is your body’s basic need to feel him close to you, there is nothing you wouldn’t do for a kiss of his and he truly wasn’t helping you feel any better. two could play this game but you don’t even have the strength to put up a fight and taunt him back, wishing he would just give in to you as easily as you give in to him.

“so eager, i must be one hell of a kisser” he whispers against your lips. atsumu is having too much fun playing this little game of cat and mouse, repeatedly dodging your every move as you chase after his lips. if you didn't know any better, you would almost say it was taking every fiber on his being to hold himself back by the way he is ogling your lips.

“tell me, baby, do you want to feel my lips against yours that bad, hm?”

“yes, can you kiss me now?” your straightforwardness catches him off guard, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend as he tilts his head to kiss you on the cheek, dropping the act at last.

“no need to be mad, baby, patient girls get whatever they want” he grabs your cheeks, squishing them together and proceeds to place a quick peck on your pout before he slumps back against the couch, resting his arms over the lenght of the back of the couch.

“come get your kiss” he says in defiance with a wicked smirk which has you narrowing your eyes.

you lean forward cautiously, trying to understand what is the catch here, though he doesn’t even flinch when you crawl your way to wrap your arms around his neck. it is when you let your guard down, wearing the smile of victory as you lean in for a kiss that atsumu dodges you once again but he doesnt even give you time to complain before he is gripping your waist and tugging you into his chest before he crashes his lips into yours.

oh and was it worth the wait. atsumu could take you to heaven and beyond with just a simple innocent kiss. you feel like you’re soaring the sky and now you never want to come back down to earth ever again. you could argue that he is not perfect but, despite all his flaws, atsumu is still a true angel in disguise.

[a/n]: honestly i made atsumu’s character out to be messier than i imagine him to be but, i had this really cute picture in my head of a v v cozy house with lots of slippers scattered all over + had these flirty dialogue prompts written down & decided to put them together and thought atsumu fitted the role perfectly so yea!

this aint nothing special, just a good ol’ domestic au! but i hope you all enjoy what i have come up with after i’ve been neglecting writing for a whole month now <33

+ next batch is soulmate au! mattsun!!

#atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu imagine #atsumu miya imagine #miya atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Day 12: It Evaded Me - Poe Dameron

Day 12: It Evaded Me - Poe Dameron 

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader 

Rating: 18 +

This was a challenging prompt to write for just because of the wording but I am really happy with the way this has turned out.

Once again, thank you for reblogging, commenting, and liking. It means a lot to me that people are reading and enjoying my writing. :) 

November Writing Challenge Masterlist 

Day 11: Walk the Dog- William ‘Ironhead’ Miller 

You had been working on base for several weeks before you had first met him, the poster boy for the resistance, Poe Dameron. You were a transfer mechanic on a temporary assignment, assigned to Black Squadron. More specifically Black One, Poe Dameron's personal x-wing. The ship was hard to miss with its distinctive black and orange coloring it stood out among the others, just like the man himself. He was passionate (arrogant), outspoken (egotistical), and always (ALWAYS) messing up his damn ship. Which meant more work for you. 

This led to some colorful conversations between the two of you. It was getting so bad that after he came back last time you both had to sit down with the General and have a talk. You couldn’t stand the man honestly. It was like he was trying to get under your skin, and the worst part was you let him. 

“How’s my ship sparky?” came the smug voice you hated. 

“I told you stop calling me that,” you sighed, “we promised the General that we were going to be professional from now on and you make it really fucking hard when you call me...that.” It had been a late night attempting the repairs on Poe’s X-wing, the ship was in horrible condition after a run in with some ties. You were replacing a power coupling when you had gotten shocked. Poe had been unfortunately nearby and saw the whole thing causing thus beginning of your trouble with the cocky pilot. 

“Yeah, yea sorry about that,” he brushes off your comment, “but seriously how's my ship?” 

You groaned, “honestly? It’s a mess fly boy, how do you always manage to make such a mess and still manage to not die?” 

“I am the best pilot in the resistance, or hadn’t you heard?” he gives you that smirk and you honestly don’t know if you want to punch him or kiss him. 

Whoa...what the hell was that thought?! You shake your head to hopefully restart your brain into working again. Poe Dameron, hate him, horrible person, get it right. 

“You ok there?” Poe asks and for a moment you trick yourself into thinking he actually sounds concerned. 

“I’m fine,” you huff, “I just can’t stand to be near you for too long, I’m worried some of your ego may rub off on me like some disease,” you brush your clothes off for affect. 

You're too busy brushing yourself off. You miss the slight droop in his smile before he puts back on his poster boy face. “Well I won’t bother you anymore then, take care of my ship I’m leaving tomorrow for a mission.” 

“You're leaving again already? You just got back,” the words are out of your mouth before you can even process what you just said. 

Poe looks just as surprised, “yeah, I need to go retrieve some parts on Yavin for the General and I’m going to stay a couple extra days and visit my dad.” 

“Oh...ok...but, you’re taking the x-wing? Why don’t you take one of the larger transports since you will be bringing back supplies?”

“I am.” 

“Then...then why are you out here talking to me about your ship if you're not even taking it tomorrow?” your voice is quiet. 

Several emotions cross over his face before he masks them all with indifference, “I just want to make sure you don’t skimp on my ship while I’m gone.” 

Like a snap of your fingers, the ass is back, “Whatever Dameron, get the hell out of here and let me work. And leave BB-8, I could use his help.” 

The droid has been quiet during the whole exchange and rolls over to you. While Dameron was a nightmare his droid was the sweetest in the entire galaxy. You wave Poe off and he just turns away and leaves. 

You sit down and sigh, putting your head in your hands. Poe always left you with feelings you couldn’t understand. He could be so pleasant and then just...not in the blink of an eye. You feel the body of the droid press gently to your knee in comfort and you rest your hand on his dome head. “Is he always like this?” you ask the droid. 

Beep beep boop beep 

“Only with me? Well that’s a comfort,” you rub your fingers gently into your temples. 

Beep boop beep beep 

Your head snaps up and you look at the droid incredulous, “He what? Can you repeat that?” 

Beep boop beep beep 

You can’t help but burst out laughing, holding onto your sides as you almost slide off the crate your sitting on. “He...he likes me?! Oh BB-8 I didn’t realize you were programmed to tell jokes!” 

Beep Beep

“No, no BB-8 he does not like me, and I’m sorry buddy but I don’t like him like that either,” you pat him gently before going back to the x-wing leaving the conversation unfinished. 

The next morning, you wake up and shower. Walking to the mess hall to grab a quick breakfast before going back to the chaos of the x-wing. When you're just about to enter the mess hall you're quickly crowded back into one of the stone pillars holding up the structure. “Where the hell did you put them?” Poe Dameron asks, getting in your face. 

You push him away from you but he’s like a statue, unyielding. “What are you talking about?” you shout. His hand quickly comes over your mouth and you bite him. He yelps before pulling his hand back shaking it. 

“Will you quiet down! The General is in the mess and I don’t want her to hear us.” 

“Then don’t put your dirty hands over my mouth, I don’t know where the hell those have been!” you hiss at him. 

“Ok, okay….now back to my question, where did you put the keys to my transport?” 

“How the hell would I know where the keys are?!” you try to keep your voice down, “I’m a mechanic not your mother!” 

“Shhhhh!” he whispers at you before pulling you away from the mess hall and the warmth of your breakfast. You try to rip your arm out of his, to no avail.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” you ask. He doesn’t answer, just keeps pulling you back towards the personal quarters. 

When you reach his room, he pulls you inside before closing the door behind you, dropping your arm. “Ok, tell her exactly what you told me?” he gestures to BB-8. 

Beep Beep Boop Beep Beep 

Poe shakes his head before dropping to one knee in front of the droid, “You lied? Buddy, why would you lie to me?” 

Beep Boop Boop Beep 

“What do you mean you have something to show me BB-8? Show me what?” you ask kneeing beside Poe in front of the droid. You know it’s impossible but the droid almost looks like a delinquent child in front of his parents. 

BB-8 looks back and forth between the two of you before he begins to play a holographic recording. On the scene is Poe sitting down on his couch with his guitar strumming gently. 

“Turn it off,” Poe whispers horrified, “BB-8 turn it off right now.” 

The droid ignores him and continues to play the recording. Poe rises from his knee and begins pacing behind you running his hands through his curls. Your eyes are glued to the recording. 

“Why does she get under my skin so much buddy? It’s like...no it can’t be. I mean yes, she’s beautiful...smart...and god when she is covered in engine grease it’s one of the sexiest images in the verse….shit I...I like her don’t I?” Hologram Poe puts down the guitar before running his hands through his hair. 

BB-8 ends the recording and you don’t move for several minutes. Replaying the scene over and over again in your mind. You slowly rise to your feet and turn not sure what you're going to see. Behind you Poe Dameron, the hero of the resistance is staring at you a mixture of fear and hope on his face. 

You take a few hesitant steps toward him, he remains rooted to the ground. You reach out one hand tentatively toward him before placing it gently on his cheek, his head moves slowly into the embrace. “You like me?” you whisper. 

He nods slowly, “yeah…I wanted to deny it, it evaded me for so long. 

You nod slowly, running your hand down his neck, to his arm, and down to his hand. You hold his much larger hand in your own. He takes a step closer to you. “But you haven’t told me, how do you feel?” his words are low and deep and you feel the heat pooling between your legs. 

“....I think....you are one of the most infuriating men in the galaxy...but you're also kind, loyal, and the best pilot in the resistance, even if your reckless with your ship. I would be lying if I told you I haven’t been feeling something too.” 

He steps one step closer, and you feel his breath on your lips, “so what do we do now?” he whispers, you feel the ghost of his lips on your own. 

“This,” he whispers before moving the rest of the way and kissing you. His lips are soft and warm and his kisses are sweeter than any honey. He doesn’t push too far and your hands slowly reach up to bury into his curls. You open your mouth to sigh, and he slides his tongue into your mouth and you smile into the kiss. When you break apart for air he presses his forehead gently to your own. His smile matching your own. 

“That was...everything I thought it would be and more,” he tells you whispering. 

You press your lips to his lightly and he groans against your mouth when you begin to move your body against his own. He pulls back slightly, “as much as I want this, and god do I want this, I really need to find those keys and get going.” 

You pout slightly and he laughs pulling you in for several more small kisses. Both of you draw your attention to the small droid who is beeping happily. You both furrow your brow at him before he pops open a compartment on his body and out pops the keys on the ground. You both drop open your mouths before bursting into laughter. 

“I think your droid has been playing matchmaker,” you giggle at Poe. 

“Well if that’s one of the new upgrades they installed, I think it’s the best one yet!” he laughs with you. 

“Come along Commander, it’s time we get you off to your mission, we will have plenty more time to talk when you get back,” you go to move towards the door when his hand gently grabs your wrist. 

You look at him with questioning eyes, “I know I said this before….but I really like you….Sparky.” The grin that fills his face leaves with that same feeling you had yesterday, you want to either punch him or kiss him. But, this time you choose the latter, and you do. 

Day 13: Water Flowed - Llewyn Davis 

#Oscar Isaac #star wars #poe dameron #Poe Dameron x reader #Sexy curls #November writing challenge #Day 12

[its5amandimbored]

Part two of my fowl twins memes/review/reaction Ok so I reread all the artemis fowl books and made memes on them which you can find down here (I'll be keeping the fowl twins stuff in there too, just to keep everything together)

Artemis fowl memes

I basically decided to blindly read the fowl twins and react to it and talk about while also sprinkling in some memes

Find the first part here

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Also you probably shouldn't see this until you've read the book or be prepared for spoilers. Fair warning.

I will say I think myles is much more immature then artemis. He's trying way to hard to be "adult" and that's a very childish trait. Artemis was like that due to trauma. He was forced as a child to refer to his dad as "father" and be professional, even setting up appointments via email to see his father and have "buisness meetings" when he was 10. He had to greet his father with a formal, firm handshake. And he wore a suit after his father was proclaimed missing assumed dead, due to the trauma of loosing his father and having been brainwashed by his father that he was to be the "man of the house" and take charge and be in control of the finances and the manor. He stole the lemur and even kidnapped holly due to the last words his father ever told him was talking about how he had to save the family and make sure they're money didn't go. He had to watch his family's money go down until they didn't even have enough to pay for any staff including butler (which by the way it is mentioned butler continues to be with artemis without pay for a bit and I'm telling you he doesn't see that as a job. He was going to take care of that child money or no money) and watch his mother go into insanity along with deal with his father being probably dead. That stuff changed him. He was always a genius but his childhood how he was raised and what happened is what made him into the suit wearing, mature, almost adult like, person we see in the books. He was forced to grow up. He doesnt act like this because he doesn't want to be childish hell we even see him in the 6th book wishing he could've had a normal childhood and had, had the chance to be childish.

But myles wears a suit just to copy his brother and disregards childish things just because. There's really no reason other then he believes genius=adult. He seems very immature and very childish. This is one of the reasons I wanted to see artemis in the books. Wouldn't it be fascinating to see him talk to his brother in the second or third book and explain to him why what he was doing was childish. And why myles had to learn to grow up and embrace who he is and what he likes instead of just acting like what he thought was the "proper adult" myles even tries to be someone he's not. He makes the comment that he shouldn't be so "dramatic" because it's the "enemy of science" but that's part of who he is. Even artemis never denied that part of himself. He was a dramatic little shit and not only aknowleded it several times but truly loved that part of himself. Because artemis was never trying to be an adult or mature he just was like that due to his life. I'd love to see artemis and myles talk and see this interaction but I guess we won't. Still salty about that.

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Teddy when seeing a whole ass island straight up disappearing:

Like he was way to nonchalant about this

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I just find it cute that artemis was like "sure y'all can just fly around my house and train :)" the lep are like "we create zones far away from human civilization where fairies can we can train and fly around. Oh and there's one by the house of the guy who kidnapped one of us. Yea he caused some chaos in our life for a few years and anytime the end of the world was happening it was safe to assume he was somewhere nearby and yea we had no problems until he came and caused all the problems but he also like saved us a bunch of time so we're good now. We spy on him, he spies on us. he uses our technology, we train around his house. He's our bud." Like you guys have a very weird relationship

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Ok. So I've just been introduced to our magical main character... And it's a hybrid (very interesting. I did wonder while reading the original if they were ever going to address like fairies and pixies or something coming together to have a baby because I mean you can't tell me that never happened. So I'm glad they're actually addressing that here and giving some information on it) named lazuli. And she's blue. A blue skinned girl who can fly named lazuli... I'm just going to tell you guys right now all I'm gonna see in my head every single time I imagine this character is

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I'm really glad they're going over the different perspectives on artemis fowl. Like some people would trust him like he has saved countless lives due to his quick thinking and did become a good guy by the end and has helped fairies more then hurt them and even sacrificed himself for them. But some people wouldn't. At the end of the day he did kidnap a fairy, steal fairy technology which then got stolen by a horrible person who could've destroyed fairy civilization, manipulate and trick his way into getting a copy of their sacred book and put them in danger multiple times. I've seen a post talking about how fairies would view artemis after the series that I really liked over here plus some amazing art on it over here

Definitely give those a look but this reminded me of those

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Myles is such a little shit and I love it. This is definitely the type of prank artemis fowl's little brother would play. Also would love to imagine one day artemis if in space and realizes what his code means and realizes what myles did and just in the middle of space butler can see his face go like

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I will say I didn't like that they kind of dumbed up beckett. Like I thought he was going to be like butler or mulch, like not the smartest person In the room (to be fair the other ones in the room are foaly, artemis and myles. All certified geniuses) but still really smart and clever and able to keep up and think of their own plans. Like this is the kid who at 4 years old tricked his genius twin brother into giving him the code to open Artemis' room and sneak around. The kid who again at four years old was able to listen to butler, learn a move and perfect it to use his body's momentum to stun opal even if it was only temporarily. Like he was a clever and smart kid at 4 and for the most part able to keep up with his twin brother. His personality and interests may haven been very different and he may not have been a genius but that wasn't to say he was dumb either. He also doesn't even act or sound like an 11 year old. I've dealt with a lot of kids and beckett is behaving more like a 5 year old. I understand him not acting like artemis who was forced to grow up and mature, or myles whos trying really hard to act grown up and is very intelligent, but I was expecting a clever 11 year old, not a cosmo from fairly odd parents type of character. I'm still in the first few chapters so maybe we'll see him shine later but so far I'd like to see more of beckett's intelligence.

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[hongism]

mists of celeste ➻ part 0.5

➻ pairing: ??? x fem reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 4.1k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act one ➻ part 0.5

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“Bullshit! You’re a liar and a cheat!” San cries out, slamming his hand of cards down against the metal table. The others around him cackle at his reaction while the man on the receiving end of San’s fuming words lifts his chin higher.

“I said straight flush! Is that not what this is?” Jongho laughs in response. He waves his bundle of cards before San’s eyes in attempts to mock him, and San smacks his hand away with a huff.

Hongjoong watches on from a distance, standing at the threshold of the mess hall and watching his crew interact with amusement dancing across his features. Mingi stands at his side and watches on as well, although Hongjoong knows the man doesn’t understand the humor behind the scene all too well. It’s not often that they have nights like these. Most are spent in the chaos of a new lead or recovery from a tough mission. His crew has earned the break though, and they’ll need it for what’s to come. Hongjoong knows that. It doesn’t mean he’ll partake in the festivities himself though. He would rather watch on from a distance, Mingi’s cold presence at his side. It’s what he’s used to.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate this damn game?” San grumbles. He slumps forward and shoulders drop in defeat.

“Only every single fucking time we play.” Yunho’s elbow digs into San’s side, teasing the younger man further.

“Then we should get a different game, for fuck’s sake!”

“It’s not our fault that you’re bad at poker, San.” It’s Yeosang who cuts in this time. He shakes his head ever so slightly as he pushes his own cards onto the table, struggling a bit thanks to Wooyoung’s proximity at his side. “Or that Jongho seems to have a ridiculous aptitude for the game.”

“You’re one to talk, shithead! As I recall, you lose every single time we play too!” San pushes up from his seat. His elbow nearly knocks Seonghwa in the eye as he moves, and the lieutenant has to dodge to the side before he gets clocked. San points an accusing finger at Yeosang’s blank expression; the blonde-haired Elitist just blinks back with little to no interest.

“The difference being I don’t throw a tantrum when I do.”

“A tantrum? Oh, you’re in for it.”

“Now, now!” Seonghwa presses a hand to San’s arm in attempts to placate the man. “This is why we can’t have game nights. You two always end up bickering an–”

“Because he’s a self-righteous asshole!”

“You’re the only person causing issues right now, San. Before you go pointing fingers, maybe you should check the mirror.”

Hongjoong shouldn’t laugh at the exchange of words, but he can’t help but release a small chuckle as he listens on. Mingi’s gaze shifts to him; he feels the heat of the Berserker’s stare on his head, but he neglects to speak.

“Should I step in, Captain?” Mingi asks when Hongjoong doesn’t say anything.

“No, no. Seonghwa has it handled. Besides, they aren’t being serious.” Hongjoong lifts a hand only to wave it through the air twice and drop it back to his side.

“Understood, sir.” Mingi’s form goes rigid again. He stands just behind Hongjoong like a statue, and if the captain didn’t understand him better he would ask what the hell he’s doing. It’s Mingi though, and there are many mysteries in his behavior. Hongjoong has merely learned what is okay and what isn’t. That’s all he needs.

A sigh passes through his lips. He’s zoned out and missed parts of the exchange before him, but it seems to still be meaningless bickering rather than anything serious.

“You’re dismissed for the night, Mingi.”

“C-Captain?”

“I’ve got some paperwork to take care of. You can head to bed or ask to join a few games.” Hongjoong turns on his heel to leave the mess hall, and Mingi mimics his movements. His jaw stutters as he watches his captain move. “That’s meant to be an order, Mingi.”

Hongjoong hates to pull that card on the man. He wouldn’t do it if he had any other choice though. Mingi simply cannot function without hearing orders spew in his direction. A work in progress, it’s just a work in progress. Hongjoong has to remind himself of that fact on the daily almost.

“Goodnight, Mingi.”

“G-Goodnight, Captain.”

He still hasn’t managed to get the Berserker to use his first name though. That’s something he’s not sure he can do. At least it doesn’t stop him from trying.

“Hongjoong.”

“I-I, right. Yes. Hongjoong.” Mingi nods, and Hongjoong watches the man with careful eyes. He sends a smile his way, which Mingi does not return, then steps away from the mess hall without listening to the rest of the chaos going on in there. 

He should enjoy these moments of silence. They are hard to come by, few and far between, but even so, Hongjoong can’t help but feel lonely. It’s silly and childish – he is well aware of that – yet he wishes he could just let go and be carefree like the rest of the crew. 

He walks on in silence, eyes trained on the floor, and reaches the bridge in no time. It’s quiet and empty when he gets there. Nothing like how things used to be. Crewmates used to be everywhere at any given time. Some here, some there. There was hardly ever a time when Hongjoong could find some peace and quiet on the damn ship. Now it seems like that’s all he ever gets. 

According to his wristband, it’s late but when you’re in space, you can never tell the difference. Hongjoong lingers at the starboard window and looks out into the vast expanse before him. It’s bright thanks to the sun at the center of the galaxy, and despite the time, Hongjoong doesn’t feel tired in the slightest.

“You disappeared quickly.” It’s Seonghwa’s voice that resounds behind him. Hongjoong nearly laughs; he’s not surprised at all that the lieutenant left shortly after he did.

“I take it you managed to quell San?”

“Just enough to keep him from socking Yeosang in the throat, yes.”

“That’s good…” Hongjoong trails off. Maybe he’s a bad captain for leaving when he did, maybe he should have stayed and been the one to break up the fight, maybe he’s not doing his job properly. So many maybes in his life and so few certainties. That’s how it’s always been. Of course things are this way. All because of his own choices. The crew fears him – rightfully so – and Hongjoong knows when to use that fear to his advantage. Manipulation, as some would call it. It’s just the way things are.

“Joong.” Seonghwa’s voice is soft and spoken in a quiet tone, but it sounds so loud in Hongjoong’s ears. The lieutenant has stepped closer to him, joining him by the starboard window, but he doesn’t admire the view before him the way Hongjoong does. No, he looks at Hongjoong and Hongjoong only. 

“I should’ve stayed to break up the fight myself. Talked San down. That would’ve been a good idea.”

“Hey, you–”

“Am I a bad captain?”

“Not at all.” Seonghwa responds with haste, no hesitation in his tone, and when Hongjoong glances over at him, the lieutenant bears a serious expression. He knows Seonghwa isn’t lying – all his faults, yet the man couldn’t lie to Hongjoong even if his life depended on it. Sometimes Hongjoong wishes he were the same. “You are a good captain, Hongjoong.”

“Yea… yea, I know that.” The words are spoken without confidence though, and it’s easy to see through the lie. Seonghwa lifts a hesitant hand, resting it on Hongjoong’s shoulder. The touch is feather-light as is the gleam in Seonghwa’s eyes. If Hongjoong blinked he would miss it, but he doesn’t trust himself to decipher the emotion in Seonghwa’s eyes. 

“We’re heading to Eros. I think I can–”

“Cut the business talk for one night, Joong. Just… let go a little.”

“I can’t afford to do that.”

“You can and–”

“I can’t afford to do that, Hwa.”

“I know, Joong, I know. It won’t happen again.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know that I trust you as my captain. I know that I trust the crew as my crewmates, my brothers in arms. I know that I can rely on you and rely on them. I can say with confidence that it won’t happen again because the people here are more than that.”

“Jin was more than that too though.”

“We thought he was.”

“Then we can think the same about everyone here!” Hongjoong protests. He shrugs Seonghwa’s touch away and takes a step back from the man. It’s a sudden burst of anger and frustration, and the emotions roll off his shoulders in waves. Seonghwa’s jaw stutters at Hongjoong’s sudden outburst. He doesn’t say anything for a few moments, just staring back at the man with sad eyes and a sad expression. Hongjoong hates it. He hates it more than anything. The way Seonghwa almost pities him. Pities him. “You trusted Jin too.”

“I did.”

“I-I…” 

Seonghwa steps towards Hongjoong again, and this time, he grabs the short captain by the shoulders and pulls him against his chest. Hongjoong can barely see over the man’s arms, eye level with his chest. This isn’t like him. He’s not normally so weak. He doesn’t understand what’s going on, why his emotions are in such disarray, why he can’t think straight. Maybe he does need a break. God knows when the last one he had was. 

“I’m worried, Hwa,” he admits after a minute in the awkward embrace. Seonghwa’s arms tighten around him.

“I know you are.”

“I’m worried about Jongho. He’s so young and – and I wonder if I’m putting him down the wrong path.”

“You aren’t.”

“A-And Yunho. I know he doesn’t want to be here, if he could be anywhere else he would, I just know it.”

“He’s here because he wants to be.”

“Yeosang too. Half the time I think he would go straight back to the military if they would take him. He’s only here for Wooyoung, to protect Wooyoung, to just keep Wooyoung safe. Not because he wants to be.”

“He trusts your judgment more than he lets on, Joong.”

“And fuck… Wooyoung. What am I – how do I even – I fear for Wooyoung so much. I’m scared of becoming like his old masters or hurting him. I-I’m scared of breaking his trust.”

“You do more to protect him and keep him safe than everyone else. Even Yeosang. You won’t hurt him or become like his old masters. You won’t.”

“Mingi. Oh God, Mingi. I don’t – where do I start with Mingi? I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to him. He needs someone to lead him, guide him, teach him. I can only… order him around because I think it’s what he wants.”

“You’re doing your best, Joong. That’s more than enough. Just trying is enough.”

“San.” Hongjoong pauses to gnaw on his lower lip. “I fear the most for San. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know how to help him. I don’t know how to fix him. I need to fix him. I need to help him. I just have to do something.”

“None of us do, Hongjoong. I tried, Yunho tried. You tried harder than both of us combined. You’re still trying. That’s enough. Joong, listen to me: that’s enough.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

“I know it doesn’t but I promise you it is.”

“Okay…”

“Joong.” Seonghwa pulls back a little to look Hongjoong in the eye. He detects the hesitance and denial in his tone with ease; Seonghwa has always been good at seeing straight through him. 

“I’m worried about you,” Hongjoong spits out without thinking. The lieutenant pauses, eyes going wide upon hearing Hongjoong’s words, and he must lose his train of thought because he says nothing more. “Are you here because you want to be? Do you want to leave? Are you happy being Lieutenant? Do you even want to be Lieutenant? Did you want to leave with the rest the first time? Second time? Third? There are so many uncertainties.”

“I’m here because I want to be. I don’t want to leave. I am your friend first, and your lieutenant second. Being Lieutenant gives me purpose. Makes me happy. I have never once wanted to leave this ship or this crew. I have never once wanted to leave you, Joong.”

“I-I’m just… tired.” Both Seonghwa and Hongjoong know the meaning behind the words, and he doesn’t need to explain it further for Seonghwa to understand. 

“I know. I know, Joong, I know. We’ll rest soon. We’re so close.”

“Yea. Yea, okay.”

“You know, we never cracked open that bottle of brandy from Aera. Special edition?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Trying to get you to let go a little.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll actually keep you from jumping out the airlock for a spacewalk this time.”

“I thought we agreed to never talk about that again.”

“It was funny! Especially since we were on the ground. A very nice attempt at a spacewalk. Facefirst on the ground. How did the dirt taste again?”

“Like your ass,” Hongjoong spits out, shoving Seonghwa’s shoulder.

“Oh, Captain! Are you trying to tell me something? If you wanted–”

“Shut the fuck up, you little shit.”

“You’re the little one, Joong. Don’t forget that.”

“I can’t since you’re always here to remind me.”

“Someone has to keep you in check.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, Captain.”

“Hwa…”

“Joong… is this some sort of new game?”

“No, shut up. I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Thank me after you’ve had two shots and get drunk.”

“I take it back.”

✧✧✧ a/n: okie dokie hi surprise im back super soon with another extra interim chapter only because I got uber excited to post it and I hope you guys enjoy ;-; this one is all about our lovely captain, a little look into him and his relationship with seonghwa, but the next one will be about yeosang and wooyoung's relationship I think so be on the lookout for that one 👀👀

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[wonnoy]

comfort berry

some fluff for yamaguchi <3 i don't know much about him but i think i'm gonna make this super aged up. like mid thirties or something but it also has some sort of angst in it (not really, because it's not towards you)

so that means it may be a little longer than what i normally write for a fluff.

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warnings: fluff, some angst (sorta)

volleyball team reunion, round 4!

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"I wish I was a teenager again," Tanaka wailed from across the room. He was on his seventh beer and becoming an emotional wreck again. Gathered around the tiny brown table in the middle of the room was the Karasuno volleyball team - original.

Everyone was drinking, even their old professor and volleyball coach. The fact of the matter is - everyone has had at least 3 beers in their system. No one was on par with Tanaka though, Kiyoko sat next to him with a small smile on her face ready to be his designated driver home.

You guys were, by far, the loudest in the tiny bar. But you were also the largest party there. Nearly everyone showed up, excluding Kageyama, so it was bound to be a boisterous party. You laughed as Tanaka began his little bumblings about his job and swished your drink around in the bottle.

Maybe it would have been best to have this party at home, you looked around as you took a swig, people have started to look annoyed at you guys for a while now. But then again, you looked around your group, you never know when it might be the last time that you guys experience something like this. All together in a large group?

You guys were old, there's no denying it now.

Ukai had long had the fine lines on his face before any of you did, but now faint smile lines were showing up on everybody's face. Including yours, small little wrinkles were finding themselves in the crinkles of your eyes when you squinted. Shit, you were nearly 34 with no husband, or even a boyfriend, working a job that was as monotonous as your daily routine. It was damn boring.

You glanced over to the vegetable head across from you, Yamaguchi was probably the only one who has yet to suffer the appearance of age. He still looked as if he was fresh out of college back when he was 22.

He was really ready to tackle the world with a girlfriend, who seem to be more than devoted to him, and a thirst to become an even better person. Not without Tsukishima by his side though. Occasionally you would be there, cheering him on for achievements and helping him when he was down about his studies.

But you were sadly not the biggest thing apart of his life, no matter how much you wished you were.

Yes, you've had a crush on him for only god knows how long. But it felt wrong, seeing as he was in a healthy relationship. Maybe even now, his relationship is going on 14 years. You can't help but be jealous of his girlfriend, you looked down at his hand and there was a ring, well wife. She gets to wakeup to him every morning. You sure as hell wished you did.

Yamaguchi was smiling and looking around at everyone as well before his face went straight and he pulled out his phone. You watched with curious eyes and small buzz as he went to quickly exit the room.

Did he get a text or was someone calling him? His face looked so serious despite looking so young for a man his age.

You took another swig of your bottle, feeling it becoming increasingly lighter in your hands. It's not your business anyway, what are you supposed to do. You aren't a close friend so you can't just bug into his life and wonder what is going on with him. Only Tsukishima had the right to that and maybe Hinata, you looked over at the orange who now just barely surpassed your height, if he was lucky.

He was in a no better state than Tanaka, swinging his arms around like no tomorrow and being one of the main contributors to the noise coming from their group. God, what idiots.

Idiots that you loved.

Yamaguchi came back, but only after ten minutes of disappearing. Tsukishima gave him a small glance but nonetheless continued on silently watching the chaos of his former volleyball team. You shrugged, if Tsukishima wasn't that bothered by it, then it shouldn't concern you even more. He knows him the best right?

You focused your attention on to Yamaguchi. Well, he certainly looked alright. Wait a minute. His eyes were puffy and his nose was tainted red. His brows were furrowed so badly that the wrinkles on his face just magically appeared. Something happened, but should you go and ask if he's okay?

Do you have the right to do that?

You bit back a burp and went to stand. It's a good thing you didn't wear a skirt today, you wouldn't have half a mind to smooth it back down right now. Yamaguchi was only a few strides away, you should be able to make it over to him just fine. Or would the nerves finish you off before you make it?

No one seemed to be paying much attention to you just suddenly standing, but you swore you saw Tsukishima smirk when he saw you rise. But then again, you were buzzed. You could have imagined it.

You made your way over, dodging the legs of Sugawara as his back was resting against the table as he spoke to Daichi and Asahi. Sugawara saw you coming over and stepping over his legs and so he purposefully (well at least you think so) tried to trip you up. You sent a glare his way after securing your feet and kept walking over to Yamaguchi.

"Hey?" he looked up at you. He looked confused. Well anyone would have been confused, why would you suddenly approach him and then proceed to just stare at him in the face.

"Want to get some air, it's getting stuffy in here," you fanned your face to cool down the nerves bundling under your skin. You felt like you were back in high school again. Nervous as hell because you were speaking to Yamaguchi without the help of Tsukishima at your side to guide the conversation.

You two both walked outside, but not the exit Yamaguchi used. A different one.

"Yea this feels much better," you slumped down onto the curb right next to the desolate road. The moon was barely out but damn were the stars bright tonight. Yamaguchi sat carefully next to you, keeping an ample amount of distance from you. Was he scared of you or something? You gave a weird look his way but he didn't seem to pick up on it and just continued to sit there looking contemplative.

How were you supposed to break this thin ice? You bit your lip and sucked down your pride, ready to blame your boldness on the buzz that was steadily fading away out of your system.

"Why do you look like that, are you constipated?" it seemed to catch him off guard, your question that is. He blinked once or twice before bursting in a small fit of giggles that made your stomach flutter. It really felt like you were back in high school. You felt all girlish and even just sitting next to him set your brain to haywire mode.

After his laughter died down, he replied with a quiet 'no' and that it was 'something else' and then the silence resumed. But it wasn't choking like it was in the beginning. It was more welcome than before and you enjoyed it, taking deep breaths of the fresh night air. Letting it revitalize you and even sober you up some more.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you broke the silence again. It's nice just to enjoy each other's company but you could hear the tiny sniffles that were coming from him as the two of you sat there.

Yamaguchi didn't reply to you at first so you looked over at him. His eyes looked tired as they stared at you. It was dark out, there was a street lamp in the distance that was no where near enough to lighten up his face so you could see his facial expressions more clearly.

But you could tell that he could really use a hug.

No exchange of words for permission before you slung your arm over onto his shoulder and roughly drew him in with whatever strength your body had in it.

It really wasn't much strength but Yamaguchi let himself be pulled into your embrace. The sniffling increased and he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled into the warmth of your body. You were sure he could hear it, the hammering in your chest had increased tenfold when you hugged him. But at this point, it only worried you even more and you were wondering what could have made him this way. You worked your fingers through his short hair, after graduation he chopped nearly all of it off which gave you a heart attack after seeing his near bald head. But now it has grown back into a hairstyle that fit him better (thank the gods).

He rubbed his head into your chest and your face heated to a million degrees and beyond. It felt innocent but Jesus, is he aiming for your death?

You rest your cheek on the top of his head and let out the big sigh you were holding in.

"She wants a divorce, and I-I, I really want one too," he heaved into your body. You bit your lip. It was terrible news, but it wasn't like you couldn't be slightly happy because now it means you might have a chance with him.

You rubbed his back as he shuddered into you, your heart was being sent out to him. He was hurting bad because he truly did love his wife and to be leaving her?

It hurt you to see him hurt, so you tugged him in even closer so now you guys were sat right next to each other. Then you hugged him even harder.

"It's okay Tadashi,"

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this was a lil sad but heres some weird angst fluff going on here

#yamaguchi tadashi #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #fluff #yamaguchi x reader

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Not Him Too

(>^o^)> Ao3 <(^o^<)

Summary: Written for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme. On 2019-11-04 Anon writes: "The police mount a raid on a big drug den/criminal organisation. During the aftermath, Edgeworth hears the words "detective" "shot" and "ICU" and tears down to the hospital on the verge of a panic attack, sure that it's Gumshoe.He almost collapses when he finds Gumshoe alive and well.Bonus if Gumshoe has the other detective's blood on him and Edgeworth thinks it's his at first."

Author’s Comments:  Itonokoruji isn't my main ship but I think it's sweet and I was more than willing to write for it! Also I hope you enjoyed my little punny name for the criminal :) If you like what I write consider reblogging and checking out my Ao3. 

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Miles Edgeworth took in the disarray of the crime scene as he pulled up to the base of the city’s most esteemed drug lords, Anita Ficks, affectionately dubbed “The Heroine of Heroin” by her associates. Cop cars lined the street, their sirens wailing, shrill and macabre. Two ambulances obscured the road and Edgeworth observed policemen and paramedics conversing, their visages grave. Drug raids were not uncommon, this was Los Angeles after all, but this afternoon proved to be particularly grisly -- Ficks and her cronies did not take kindly to being served a search warrant.

The apprehensive, young prosecutor parked his red Crysler behind a police car packed with three battered and disgruntled goons and stepped out into the frigid downpour. He reached into his magenta suit pocket for his state-appointed prosecutor’s badge, (he preferred to safely stow it away instead of parading the thing around like a certain sanctimonious someone) the swampy ground beneath him splished beneath his leather shoes as he made his way across the soaked lawn. Edgeworth spotted the Chief Detective on the porch of the ill-fated, saltbox house, the middle-aged man’s back was turned to the chaos and he appeared to be on the phone. Edgeworth noticed his hands begin to sweat as he approached the Chief, and his stomach grew inexplicably tight. What is this foreboding feeling? Get a grip, Miles, you encounter death all the time…

The Chief failed to turn around, even when Edgeworth reached the steps, too engrossed in his call. Getting impatient, Miles prepared his badge for identification and cleared his throat.

“Miles Edgeworth, Criminal Prosecutor --” He bit his tongue as soon as his ears caught the Chief’s words.

“Yea...yea...got airlifted twenty minutes ago, straight to the ICU...shot right in the chest...my best detective…”

The Prosecutor froze mid-step, his legs suddenly rendered to spaghetti. He hastily grasped the damp, splintery railing to stop himself from completely falling down the stairs, allowing his badge to fall to the mud. His knee met the top step, putting him in an awkward lunging position. Suddenly it was as though the earth was spinning. Worse than any earthquake.

This can’t be real...No...No...

The Chief Detective whirled around, startled. “P-Prosecutor Edgeworth!? Christ!”

Anything the Chief said after that, Edgeworth did not hear. Not over the sound of his head pounding, not over the frenzied beating of his heart in his stomach, not over the sensation of hot bile rising in his throat. He sat on the steps and let the rain pelt down on him.

No...No...No..No...Please...Not him too….

It was the bark of a paramedic that interrupted the man’s shock

“Hey! Outta the way!”

Two EMTs bustled past the wet, crumpled, prosecutor hauling a bright yellow gurney. At that moment Edgeworth’s warm-grey eyes locked with the bloodshot, beads of the odious woman atop the stretcher.

“I gave ‘em what was coming! I hope that fucking pig rots in hell!”

Anita Ficks spat at him, her saliva bloody from the wound she sustained. It felt like acid against Edgeworth’s cheek.

At least he’d been brought back to reality. At once, Edgeworth rose, scooped up his badge and sprinted across the lawn, mud splashing on his magenta suit with each footfall. He flung the car door open and hurled himself inside, not bothering to fasten his buckle as he speeds away to the hospital.

This isn’t happening...You can’t take him too...No...Please...Please

Edgeworth uncharacteristically neglected to wipe his mud-caked shoes as he tore through the hospital door. He slammed his fist on the reception counter as if it were a courtroom desk, barely getting the attention of the spaced-out gentleman in front of him.

“I need to see a patient immediately!”

“Hmm ah...yes...one of my patients.”

“Detective Dick Gumshoe! Take me to him right this instant, please!”

“Hmmm...Hoh hoh, Dick...not a lady’s name...yes, no patient called Dick here.”

To Edgeworth’s dismay, the tears were beginning to form and could feel his legs giving away again. “What!? Don’t joke with me, cretin, by god I will rip that pathetic, pink tuft right off your head-”

“Hey, pal, you lookin’ for me?”

Miles Edgeworth was unable to stop the tears when he turned to face the source of that sweet voice. Sitting in a too-small waiting room chair was his scruffy, huggable, ramen loving companion, his drab overcoat covered in blood. The overwhelmed prosecutor practically flew into the detective’s outstretched arms and the crocodile tears flowed.

“Detective!” He felt around Gumshoe’s blood-drenched front, “heavens are you hurt?”

The Detective chuckled. “Nah, pal. Got a bit of Angel’s mess on me when I carried her out of there. Doc says she’ll be alright though, It’ll take more than a lousy bullet to get rid of the Cough Up Queen! Doc’s taken quite a liking to her actually…”

“Thank god…” Thoroughly exhausted he let himself go limp in Gumshoe’s embrace. He rests his head against the man’s broad chest, not caring about the blood, just relieved to hear his friend’s heart beating. “You don’t know how worried I was, detective.”

The scruffy man shook his head. “Jeez pal, have some more faith in me, will ya?”

“Hmm, yes...Hoh hoh, how romantic...hmm”

Edgeworth knew that creepy clinic director was eavesdropping behind them, but didn’t care. Dick was all that mattered and Dick was okay. “Dick...Don’t leave me…” He whispered drowsily.

Gumshoe stroked the young man’s wet, silver hair and sighed. “Never, pal. Never.”

#ace attorney #Gumworth #dick gumshoe #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright kink meme #fanfiction #oneshot #mild angst

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Deadicated Chapter One.

A dark comedy zombie apocalypse Sanders Sides fic.

AO3

Word count: 2100

The outbreak started in the middle of winter. It was an icy day outside, too much so that Remus almost breaks his neck multiple times while running to his apartment. But run he had to; zombies littered the streets.

Getting into his apartment foyer and unlocking the door into the main hall to get to the elevator was an ordeal.

The ice might have sucked for him to run on, but it at least didn’t make things easy for the zombies either.

He paces in the elevator as it ascends to the top floor where he lives with his brother and his brothers boyfriend/his best friend.

The elevator door opens and Remus steps out slowly looking both ways before rushing to his door, then stops.

What if they’re zombies? He’s going to have to kill his brother and best friend!

He slowly turns the handle and peeks inside, the television is playing some Disney movie, Roman and Damien are seemingly asleep on the couch.

Remus slowly and silently creeps into the room and then hurriedly goes into hisroom to get his morning star (he got it at a ren fair a couple years ago to everyone’s dismay, but who’s gonna be laughing now when he beats zombie ass with it huh?)

He sneaks back into the living room, morning star at the ready. He whistles loudly to get the two (hopefully not zombies) to wake up.

Both jump awake, Roman falling to the floor with a squawk.

“What the hell Re?!” Roman shouts rubbing his nose in pain.

Dee is staring at him, wary and amused.

“I think your brother has finally snapped.”

Roman looks at his boyfriend “what are you talking-“ he looks at Remus “-abOUT REMUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Oh good” Remus sighs and lowers his weapon “you’re not zombies.”

The boyfriends look at each other with twin looks of confusion then to Remus in concern.

Roman gets up slowly, walking towards Remus like he’s a startled animal, they don’t have time for this they need to make plans and think about the freakin zombie apocalypse!

“Remus, are you alright?” Roman slowly asks, Remus rolls his eyes.

“Uh, yea but we won’t be soon” he gestures to the window.

“What do you mean by that?” Dee asks.

“Zombies! Why do you think I have my morning star? I was making sure you’re not zombies!” He throws his hands up in the air, taking the morning star with the motion and making the other two flinch away.

“Okay, okay just be carful with that thing!” Roman shouts.

Dee gets up and moves to the window, Roman puts his hands on his hips.

“You’re seriously not going to entertain the idea of this zombie thing are you?” He directs at his boyfriend.

Dee just stares wide eyed at the scene before him.

It’s a ridiculous notion, that zombies would actually exist, and yet here Damien is staring out of his fourth floor apartment at a small cluster of what has to be zombies (cause what else would they be?)slip on the icy road outside.

Roman and Remus are arguing in the background.

“Seriously, put that thing away before you hurt someone!”

“Um! I’m gonna be hurting zombies!”

“Zombies do not exist!”

“Look outside dipshit!”

“I’m not going to be fooled into one of you’re tricks.”

“Roman” Dee whispers, neither brother hears.

“Uuugh! I’m not fucking with you this time!”

“Okay sure, you just want me to believe that zombies are roaming the streets right now?”

“Yes! Cause it’s true!”

“Roman!” Dee says louder and both brothers look towards him. His face must convey the horror he feels cause Roman falls silent, his own face contorts to something Remus can’t put an emotion to.

Roman slowly walks to the window to stare out at the chaos. He shakes his head wildly, backing up and bumping into Remus, he jumps in fright and whirls on his twin with a manic look in his eyes.

He’s speechless, what is there to say about this situation?

Dee comes up to him slowly and wraps Roman in a hug.

“Don’t wanna say I told ya so, buuuuut like” Remus shrugs and motions to the window again.

“No, no no, this is a bad dream. This can not be happening, zombies aren’t a thing!”

Dee hums a soothing tone in Roman’s ear, Roman doesn’t take kindly to it.

He breaks himself out of the embrace, starts to pace and then turns to the other two, he feels like he’s about to explode! How are they so calm about this? Their world just changed! There are zombies for fucks sake!

“Why are you not freaking out with me?!” Roman yells.

Remus scowls, Dee just sighs.

“Roman, Starlight, Darling-” Dee starts as he walks towards a shaking Roman “-there’s nothing to do about it, yes it’s more than not ideal, but it’s a thing that has now happened and we need to deal with it as such.”

Roman scoffs “Yes, Okay sure! But can we not have a little freak out moment here! Everything has just changed and I don’t know if we can survive something like this!”

Remus has had enough of this, he goes to his room and rummages through his closet, he pulls out his large camping backpack and gets to work on making a getaway bag.

He moves around the apartment to gather up supplies, when he passes the living room to get to the kitchen he sees Roman shaking in Dee’s arms, he stops and rustles his bag.

“I suggest you two do the same thing, we have enough to survive here for a little while longer and we can go on runs to the store down the street if we absolutely need to but we should all have a getaway bag just in case.”

Dee nods while rubbing Roman’s back, the actor isn’t crying but he is shaking violently.

Roman stares at Remus like he’s seeing him for the first time.

“Re, how can you be so nonchalant about this?”

Remus sighs, moving towards his brother and hugging him.

“Look, Ro. Do you remember when we were kids and we were playing that silly game and you insisted you wanted to be the prince and since you were older you got to have the title?”

Roman nods, so Remus continues.

“Well, I said if I can’t be the prince I’ll just be your knight instead? Even though I so totally could have just as well stayed as duke?”

Roman nods again.

“That’s what I’m doing here, I’m stepping down a rank to be the knight until you can get your shit together.”

Roman lets out a small laugh “yea, okay. I’ll be back as the prince soon enough... just let me process a little longer?”

Remus nods “yea sure, we’ll rule again once you feel up for it Broman.”

“It’s a good thing we’re on the top floor” Dee points out.

The brothers look at him.

“What? I’m just saying, the poor shmucks on the bottom floor must be having a really bad time right about now.”

Remus laughs at that and Roman just scrunches his face a bit.

“Should we check the floor?” Roman asks in a whisper.

Remus hums “mmm, probably, we might get some supplies from looting” he says offhandedly then perks up a little bit, in a more joyful tone he says: “looting! I’ve always wanted to loot things in an apocalypse scenario!”

Dee chuckles “silver linings I suppose.”

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As Dee gets together his bag, Roman following his lead, he jerks up like he just remembered something.

“I have to call our father!” Roman yells.

Remus, from the other room groans.

They haven’t spoken to Romulus in years, he doesn’t see why this should be any different, it’s not like they can get to him from where he’s probably all the way at the other end of the earth doing who knows what.

“No point Ro, he’s probably on some secluded island right now!” Remus yells.

Roman sighs, he supposes Remus is right. It’s not like he’d do the same for them. He hasn’t really been there for them much.

Dee picks up his own phone with a sick look on his face.

“Oh god, I hope Thomas is okay” he says lowly dialling his brothers number.

It rings once. Twice. Three times. Come on Thomas! Four times, the line picks up before Dee can hurl his phone across the room.

“Heya short stuff! Thomas is in the shower what can I do ya for?”

Dee sighs in relief.

“Remy, you and my brother need to not go outside, but scope out your place, please just trust me when I tell you the next thing I know it’s going to sound crazy but you need to trust me okay?” He rushes out.

“Sure thing Dee, what’s wrong?”

“Well, there’s no easy way to say this... the zombie apocalypse has come” he waits a beat for a response, but none comes. “Rem? Are you there?”

“Listen, that is like, super not cool to spring on a guy.”

“Remy, please you have to believe me” He pleas with his brother in law.

He hears noise on the other side, a sliding door opening he realizes.

“Remington! I swear to god if you become a zombie and kill my brother I’m going to find a way to bring you back and kill you myself!”

Remy laughs a little bit “chill babe, there’s a fence around the house.”

He hears Thomas’ voice faintly “who you calling babe on myphone?”

“Just your little bro” Remy answers and he hears Thomas fake gasp in shock.

“You’re cheating on me with my brother! Well, I’m sure Roman would gladly take me instead after both of us gets our hearts broken.”

Dee sighs, as much as he enjoys these moments and who knows when they’ll get more like this he needs them to take this seriously right now.

“Remy! Zombie! Apocalypse! Happening right now!” He shouts.

“Oh, right. Sure. Thomas your brother says a zombie apocalypse is happening.”

Good, Thomas will believe him.

He hears scuffling then the phone jostles and Thomas is on the line.

“Dee, are you sure?” He asks

“Yes” he hisses “of course I am, I’m watching them fumble around on the ice as we speak!”

When they were younger, they had a zombie movie marathon, both of them got unabashedly terrified of the prospect of it actually happening so they made a secret pact with each other, if one ever actually happens they have to tell the other and they’d believe them no matter what. It was a silly promise between children but both of them took it seriously, even in adulthood.

“Damien you have to come to Florida. I have a bunker we can stay there for however long we need, bring Roman and his brother too!”

Dee laughs out loud “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. But you have a bunker? Since when?”

“We have a bunker?” He hears Remy exclaim in the background.

“Uh, yea my paranoia got the best of me there, but! It’s a good thing it did cause I can sustain at least ten people for about five years in that thing!”

“I’ll talk to the twins” he says, Thomas let’s out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, I don’t know how long we’ll be able to stay in touch for. Please be carful Damien, I cant loose you.”

“Nor I you” Dee says back, both brothers hang up at the same time.

Thomas starts to gather up all that he can to bring it to the shed out back, which houses the bunkers secret entryway.

Remy follows his instructions without complaint, he kinda enjoys when Thomas gets all authoritative anyway.

When Dee turns around after his call, he sees Roman and Remus staring at him.

“We’re going to Florida” he simply says.

“I’m guessing Thomas is okay then?” Roman asks.

“Yes, and crazy as it may be he has a pretty well stocked bunker.”

“Sweet.” Remus comments.

“It’s not going to be easy to get to Florida” Roman says.

“No, but I’m sure we can do it” Dee says, semi lying. He does think it will be hard to do and he’s not sure that they’re going to be able to do it unscathed, but they have to try and they need their spirits up, so Dee will lie as much as he can to make them not loose hope. Cause really, all they have right now is hope.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #emile picani #remy sanders #intrulogicality #roceit #intrulogical #logicality #moduke #sleepmas #zombie apocolypse au #deadicated au #coresfic

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YJI ~ The Collapse

Not proofread, TODAY WE DIE LIKE MEN. (This is high key my new catchphrase)

Also, thanks tumblr for not showing the gifs I want so idk who the original poster was

District 9 AU ~ Same AU as my Seungmin one, you don’t need to read it to understand this, but it gives out more information about District 9

Genre: Angst

ALSO THIS HAS TRIGGERING TOPICS SO BE WARNED WHEN READING

I wanted to keep it gender neutral, but I’m not that great of a writer to write it in a POV to keep it gender neutral so... yea. I left it at Noona/Hyung, to cater to both audiences? 

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In this world, after the fall after the world fell apart, all natural life have suffered and waned. Mere grass was a rarity and the people were all herded and separated into different districts. Some districts are insufferable and practically unliveable. People would rather die than live there, there were also districts where the people would just get killed off. 

The sorting always happens from people gathered from outside the walls or just plucking people from preexisting overcrowding districts. You were fortunate enough to manage to change lines during the sorting. The sorting was chaos as more and more people are herded into the small crowded checkpoint. 

"Noona/Hyung?" a small voice squeaked, the boy held onto the fabric of your white hoodie tightly. Even though he towered over you, Yang Jeongin was your precious baby brother.

You both were originally sorted into the line for District 9. You heard horror stories about District 9. That particular district was hell on earth. Many of those got sent there, none returned to tell the tale. Rumors had it that it was one of the purging districts where the people will just get killed off with no prior notice, but no one can say for sure. Only god knew.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when both you and Jeongin were sorted out into the District 9 line. You could not let your precious baby brother live through that hell. You promised him a better life after your parents died during the fall. 

The checkpoint was jam packed with people who still had a hold of their agency. When a large mass of people who still had the ability to feel for themselves knew they were herded towards certain death, certain chaos would arise. Amidst all the screaming, the protests, the pushing and pulling, all the violence and chaos, you managed to slip yourself and Jeongin into a different line to a more favorable district. Any district would be better than District 9. 

“Keep holding onto me, Innie,” you ordered. The boy nodded following your command as he pressed his body closer to yours, his hands gripping your hoodie tightly.

You both find yourselves near the front of the line as a man stood before you. His face was fully covered by a mask and transparent goggles so only his eyes were shown. On the top of his head, he was wearing a white helmet that matched the rest of his clothing. You gulped when you made notice of the stun baton he had in his hand with his arms crossed. 

“Name?” he asked. His gruff voice was muffled and muted by his mask.

Putting your hand on the small of Jeongin’s back you pushed him forward gently. Jeongin audibly gulped as he side stepped your hand to cower his body further behind you.

“Yang Jeongin,” you stated for your brother grabbing his sleeve to pull him forward. You could see the man’s eyes looking at Jeongin’s cowering body as if he’s scrutinizing every nitty bitty details. 

“Please,” his eyes landed back on you. “Let my baby brother in.”

The man didn’t respond. He merely nodded to the two similarly dressed men behind him. The two men pushed forward and grabbed Jeongin by both his arms. Jeongin wailed in fear and panic as he try to wretch his arms free from the harsh grip.

“Noona/Hyung!” Jeongin wailed, crying out to you.

“It’s ok, Innie,” you murmured trying to consolidate your baby brother. “Noona/Hyung will be right behind you, ok?”

Jeongin sniffled and nodded as he was pulled forward and thrown past the fence gate, the gate closing behind him.

“Noona/Hyung!” Jeongin called out, turning back and reaching for the chain link fence gate that separated the two of you. 

“Move!” one of the men bellowed out, bringing the stun baton to the fence. It created a loud CRACK due to the electric shock. Jeongin yelped and jumped backward. 

“Keep going, Innie,” you tried to calm him down. “It’s ok, I’m going to be right behind you.”

“Keep moving,” another man on Jeongin’s side commanded as he shoved Jeongin forward. 

Jeongin hesitantly nodded as walked down the path created by stacks of large metal storage crates on either side. He occasionally looked back at you, but the man kept shoving him forward. His heart beat rapidly as his chest constricted painfully from fear and a lump formed in his throat. 

Jeongin finds himself before a large and wooden gate, a dark oak of sorts that contrasted the various shades of gray surrounding it. The door looked extremely heavy, but the man pulled it open with little effort with one arm and the other gripping Jeongin’s upper arm harshly probably bruising the soft flesh. The man threw Jeongin past the gate as Jeongin fell on the dirt floor with the gate closing behind him. Jeongin fell ungracefully on the floor, his hood fell off during the fall as his white hoodie became brown and dusty from the dirt. 

Jeongin looked up remaining on the ground. He finds himself at a second checkpoint of sorts. He noticed several people pushing up against each other as the overseers and guards come and attempt further separation to only allow in the most useful. The useless gets discarded. It so cramped and chaotic with all the pushing and pulling that someone actually tripped over Jeongin’s sprawled body. Jeongin quickly stood up and repeatedly bowed, apologizing profusely. 

“Stupid kid,” the fallen man growled out.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongin squeaked as the man trudged away with a disapproving and disgusted grunt.  

Jeongin quickly backed off to an empty spot along the wall. Jeongin hid his face within his hood as he looked down fiddling with his sweater paws. Jeongin had a tight grip on his bottom lip in between his teeth as he tried to hold back his tears. His heart dropped down to his stomach as panic wracked his body. He was alone in a strange place full of scary people and violence. He wanted, no he needed you as he whimpered. Being in your arms was like medicine, your warmth chased all his maladies away and it felt like the world was disappearing around him as he felt safe and secure in your warm embrace.

His thoughts of you were interrupted by a hand firmly latching on his forearm. Reflexively, Jeongin burst into screams as the dam he put up to hold back his tears burst open and tears flowed down his face freely. Jeongin struggled against the grip as his free hand attempted to pray away the fingers that was holding onto him. 

“Innie! Innie, Innie. It’s ok. Innie, it’s me,” the voice called out soothing the frightened boy. 

“Noona/Hyung?” Jeongin whimpered sniffling as he looked up to the familiar voice.

“I’m here, Innie,” you smiled gently. “I’m right here.”

Jeongin ran into your outstretched arms wrapping his around your frame as he sobbed into your neck. You rubbed circles on his back to calm down your baby brother. You pulled back slightly to cup Jeongin’s face. You looked deep into his glossy red puffy eyes,

“Stay strong, baby, ok?” you whispered. “We’re almost there, Innie, ok?”

Jeongin sniffled nodding into your hands as he wiped his snot away with his sleeve. 

“Come on, we need to head through that gate,” you reached out for his hand intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m scared.”

“I know, baby,” you caressed his cheek.

“I don’t want to die.”

“I’m not going to let that happen, Innie,” you lifted up your pinky. “I promise.”

Jeongin nodded linking his pinky with yours.

“There,” you pointed out to the open gate where they’re allowing people in.

“Lead the way, Jeongin,” you whispered to him.

Jeongin nodded in understanding. His tall figure could easily push past people while your smaller frame can stay close behind him. Jeongin gulped as he began pushing past the people. His ears felt clogged as the loud screaming and protest seemed so far away as the open gate leading into the district seemed to glow as if it’s the gates of heaven. 

“Keep going, Innie,” your voice called out. “I’m right behind you.”

Jeongin could single out your voice from the crowd as it calmed his racing heart. Jeongin yelped in fear as a gunshot rang throughout the air, Jeongin froze at the sight of the overseers who were pulling aside people at random and shooting them between the eyes.

“Don’t look, Innie! Just keep going,” you pushed him forward towards the gate away from the scene.

His heart was racing once more as adrenaline pulsed through his veins. He grabbed and pulled at the people before him and shoving them out of the way as Jeongin continue to press forward towards the gate. He ignored their cries, the gunshots, the screams, ignoring everything.

“Don’t stop, Innie. Don’t stop!” your voice gave him the confidence and adrenaline rush to keep pushing past the people and swallowing his fear.

Jeongin’s heart would skip a beat whenever an overseer would get too close to him. The guards would grab a person next to Jeongin, in front, behind and even those Jeongin shoved aside. With tears flowing down his face, he pushed for the open gate ignoring the many people pushing him with the same goal. He was so close. He was so very close. Once he’s through the gate, he’ll be safe.

Jeongin failed to notice that within the chaos, he had been separated from his noona/hyung.

Jeongin exclaimed happily as he was practically home free past the gate. He sprinted down the street as far from the gate as he can as he ducked behind a corner and celebrated with a bright smile.

“We did it! Noona/Hyung! We made...” Jeongin trailed off turning around not seeing you behind him. 

“Noona/Hyung?” Jeongin’s voice cracked.

“NOONA/HYUNG!” he screamed out running back towards the gate. The many people barreling in tried to push past him and even grabbing him to prevent him from re-entering the chaos in the checkpoint. Jeongin sobbed as he tossed aside their hands.

“Noona/Hyung!” Jeongin called out as the familiar fear and panic settled back in.

“Has anyone seen my Noona/Hyung?” Jeongin wailed as the people tried to push past him.

They all gazed at him in pity understanding his pain of separation, they too lost someone close to them amidst the chaos. No one could provide aid, nor did they want to. They had to fight for their own survival. After all, it was every man for themselves.

“Please,” Jeongin sobbed pulling at people’s hoods trying to find the familiar face.

~

Outside the gate, at the checkpoint,

Screams and wails were heard echoing as people were pulled aside being gunned down.

On the cold dirt ground, that is rapidly being tainted and painted red,

You lie there, along with many others,

With hooded eyes and a slack jaw

With a singular bullet hole shot straight in between your eyes.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids i.n #skz i.n #yang jeongin #stray kids angst #stray kids imagines #notproofread #WeDyingLikeMEN

[scullyy]

Days With You / Chapter Two

Title: Days With You / Chapter One, Chapter Two

Pairing: Clementine x Louis

Word Count: 1770

Summary: Louis and Clementine are trying to keep their new relationship a secret, but they’re not doing a very good job.

A/N: I’ve never been to a bar what’s it like, also aye finally got part two up let’s get this bread

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It was so obvious, it’s like they weren’t even trying to hide it. With all the subtle touching, bashful looks and just being in constant state of awe with each other, their supposed “secret” relationship was already failing. Everyone shared quick glances, biting their tongues to stop the oncoming laughter everytime Louis and Clementine did something cute.

Aasim coughed to break the silence, reminding Clem and Louis that there were other people around them. “You guys ready to order?” He threw a menu at Louis, who completely ignored it.

Louis cleared his throat, trying to keep a straight face. “There’s no rush my dude, I get the same thing every time-”

“-the nut mix with a glass of Lemon Lime Bitters,” Clementine finished for him, instantly biting her tongue from embarrassment, his order was something no one else in their group had bothered to learn. They all felt it second-hand, except for Louis who just gave her a smile full of sin. Clementine just ignored everyone and stared intently at the menu, despite the fact she wasn’t hungry.

It got quiet again after that, really quiet. Luckily it was karaoke night and a group of drunk young guys decided to sing Under The Sea, making the group laugh in unison. Their over-the-top dancing brought tears to Louis’s eyes. “They are butchering a marvellous song!” The artist in him soaked in pain.

“At least they’re out there having fun,” Violet teased. “You think you could do any better?”

Louis was offended by her lack of belief. “You know who you’re talking to right? I could outplay those guys in my sleep.”

Marlon shoved Violet with a little too much force. “Don’t tempt the guy, it’s hard enough keeping him quiet in Music class as it is.”

Louis was already bouncing in his seat like a giddy child. An opportunity to give them the old’ razzle dazzle? The temptation was too real. “Maybe later, I’m going to the bar to get my nut mix,” Marlon stood to join him, wanting a quiet moment with Louis. They squished through the tight crowd of people. Of course, they had to go on Ladies Night. Marlon awkwardly tapped his foot against the wooden floor as Louis tried to get the bartender's attention amongst the crowd of drunk women. “Can I ask you something Lou?”

“Whatever it was I didn’t do it,” He babbled, already having a brief idea on what the question would be. “Please don’t say it, please don’t say it-” He prayed to himself.

“-Is there something going on between you and Clem? You’ve been acting extra weird since we left the carnival if that’s somehow possible.”

“Fuck!”

Louis eventually got the man's attention and quickly told him the order. He and Clementine made a promise to each other on the Ferris Wheel to keep their budding relationship a secret until they were ready for all the questions and jokes they knew their friends would bombard them with. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Marlon was dissatisfied with that answer but knew that continuing to press him would result in nothing, perhaps a game was in order? Something that Louis understood. “Hey, who's that guy talking to Clem?”

Like lightning, Louis lifted up his head to look at their table, seeing that she was only talking to Omar and Brody. His chest grew heavy with the realisation that he gave Marlon exactly what he wanted. “Not cool dude.” Louis wanted nothing more than to punch his lifelong friend in the dick. Marlon, however, felt a sense of pride having beat Louis at a game for once, even if their walk back to the table was lacking their usual jokes.

“I vote we kick Marlon off the island,” Louis hissed as he sat on the stool beside Clem. “The tribe has spoken!” He slammed his drink onto the table, some of it spilling onto the rickety table.

Marlon kicked him in the shin. “It was a harmless question, Lou.”

Their tension was felt by everyone at the table. “Everything okay?” Clementine asked.

“Yea, just curious about us,” He whispered to her.

Clementine hid her face in her sleeves, her and Louis certainly weren’t doing a good job of hiding their relationship. The feeling was still fresh for her, for both of them. They were riding the high of their conversation on the Ferris Wheel, buzzing off each other’s energy. God never had anything made her feel so girlish and giddy, she had to bite her tongue to stop the squeals.

The next hour flew by without another mention of the two, instead focusing on the brave souls who sang their hearts out on the stage. The kids would still often look back at Clementine and Louis, smiling at how happy and content they were near each other. Such hopeless suckers in love.

Violet, however, was fuelled by her curiosity. How could everyone be so calm about this? They've all been waiting for this relationship since 11th Grade! Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands…

She tapped a love-struck Clementine on the shoulder, bracing herself for the whiplash she was about to receive. “Hey, Clem, are you and Louis fucking?”

The true Violet way, blunt and to the point. Kinda.

Clementine wanted to climb into her sweater and disappear forever as what Violet asked started to sink in, bringing out a roaring laughter from everyone but Clementine and Louis.

Louis threw one of Mitch’s chips at her nose. “What the fuck is wrong with you Vi?”

“So many things,” Violet smirked like the little imp she was, basking in the intense shade of how red Louis’s cheeks were. It was like they were a new colour. “You gonna answer my question or what?”

Neither of them wanted to answer, but if it meant getting their friends off their back, not that they were or had ever...flipped. This was so much worse than them not knowing. Clementine raised her head, shooting everyone daggers. “Louis asked me on a date when we were at the carnival.”

Violet, Aasim and Marlon stretched out their hands, embracing the money Brody, Mitch, Omar and Ruby gave them. “We made a bet before going to the carnival on who would make the move first,” Aasim smiled down at his ten dollar note, glowing with pride. “You have both been all other each other since high school.”

Louis couldn’t find any words. This was so ridiculous! Had life suddenly turned into a sitcom? Some over-the-top story? “Am I really that predictable?”

It was a choir of ‘yep’, ‘like clockwork’ and ‘yeah pretty much’ from everyone, even Clem joined the tease train, earning a raised eyebrow from Louis. He turned his head eerily slowly to her, causing her to stifle a laugh.

Two can play at that game. “Oh, you’re teasing me now? You’re the one who kissed me on the Ferris Wheel.”

He slammed his hand over his mouth as soon as their secret escaped his mouth, and by the look of Clementine’s face, she was ready to rip his throat out.

“You guys what?!” Screamed Marlon. His best friend? Kissing his other best friend? WHAT?

“Shit,” Louis mumbled into his sweaty palm. “I mean...nothing happened we are all children of Jesus.” He gave everyone a sheepish smile, one that everyone loved so much.

“Fuck off I’m the only one who can make bible jokes,” Violet had earned the right after attending years of bible study with her obnoxious cousins. “Why didn’t you guys say anything?”

“We wanted to keep quiet until we were ready for the jokes and comments you guys would make.” Clementine skulled down the rest of her water, eager to relieve the crack in her voice. It always happened whenever she was embarrassed.

“Guys,” Marlon grabbed Louis’s shoulder, giving him a sense of hope. “We’re going to make fun of you no matter what.”

A false sense of hope.

“We’ve been shipping you guys since high school,” Brody admitted, giving them a bashful smile.

Both Louis and Clementine felt slightly relieved that the worst was now over. Feeling a wave of confidence soar over her, Clem planted a brief kiss on Louis’s cheek, which sent the table into chaos as Louis dramatically swooned into her arms

-

“You ready to go Vi?”

Clementine swung her car keys around her finger, eager to sink into her bed. Violet was focused on a shooting star flying across the rich sky, wishing for Minnie to come back safe and sound.

“Yeah, I need to sleep right now.”

Everyone else made way to their own vehicles, except for Mitch and Ruby, who were walking home. A benefit of not living at the university, you save money on gas.

“Clem,” Louis poked her rough denim jacket, feeling the warmth radiating from her smile. “Sorry that everyone found out so soon. I know you wanted it a secret.”

“I don’t care that much.”

Not an answer he was expecting. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t care that people know, if they laugh then fuck them,” She straightened out a wrinkle in the sleeve of his jacket, making a mental note to teach him how to iron. Her hand lingered over his own, finding a simple pleasure in the slight callouses on his fingers. “Goodnight Louis. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Clementine left him wanting more as she slid into her car, driving back towards school campus, their home away from home. Louis’s chest fell with a heavy sigh, he looked like a confused dragon with the vapour coming out of his mouth.

“Earth to Louis?”

He snapped out of his lust-filled daydream, seeing Marlon leaning against his old truck. “Can we go to McDonald's? I really want a frozen coke.”

Louis snatched the keys from his hand. “I’m driving but.” Marlon yanked them right back, no way in hell would Louis EVER be allowed to drive his car. He could barely ride his skateboard as it is.

“Hey dude,” Marlon wrapped his arm around Louis’s neck, letting his free hand run wild in the soft dreadlocks. “You are one sly dog.”

Louis pulled himself free, only laughing due to his ticklish nature. “Now now Marlon. I promise you’ll be the first to know when we get engaged.”

Marlon’s pale ears perked up at hearing such a statement. “What do you mean ‘when you get engaged’?”

“What I mean is,” Louis open his door yet hung out in the cold, looking down the road that Clementine drove down, grin as wide and bright as the Cheshire Cat. “I’m gonna marry her someday.”

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdgs4 #clementine twdg #the walking dead season four #louis twdg #clouis #louisentine #fanfiction #xscullyx

[namjoonchronicles]

witchcraft | sj

► pairing: seokjin x you ► genre: fluff, fantasy, professor!seokjin (..yea) student!reader, seokjin’s a wizard ► warning: mentions of blood, laceration, bruises? what even are these warnings ► summary: when mysterious bruises appear on your skin, chasing your sleep away, you seek help from your hot young prof who happens to be a practitioner of witchcraft--but he doesn’t necessarily know that you know that. Because he’s Seokjin. ► author’s note: i plan to make an installment to this story and make it a series soon, make it a BTS-centered Fantastic Beast-ish thing.

"You're not supposed to offend anyone." Seokjin heard his own voice in his head, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. No matter how many times he looks at it, it is still there, just reddening in front of his eyes. He is getting crossed-eyed at it. "Be gone, you disgusting pimple." He commanded, muttering under his breath. "I have an impossible good-looking face, how do I not offend people with this. It's not like I'm doing it with full intention." He huffs, trying not shake the ominous feeling in his head as he tries to sit down in the living room.

He clasps air to get his mug which usually would fly into his grasp right about now, but for some reason, it didn't move from the kitchen counter. "What the hell." He cursed, frowning at his hand and he tries again; failing, of course. Defeated, he dragged his feet to where it was and obtained the mug. He set them unwashed in the sink and pulled his bag strap over his shoulder, fixing his pink sweater. He had 'Master class' to attend to. He opens his door and he usually didn't have to walk all the way to his room to get his phone, but today, he had to. "This freaking pimple is draining all my wizardry goodness." Seokjin puts on his shoes and shut the door behind him only to be startled out of his wits at you who was sitting outside, by the door sill, hugging your legs.

Your sunken eyes, pale face and weak hello, suggests that you've been here all night. Seokjin inhales deeply and stared into your eyes, slapping a huge, "No" in your face. To which you responded by laying flat on your back, refusing to clear the way for him to get through. It was a small alley, but your height barely cover the whole way. Seokjin swiftly walked passed you at the space you can't cover, to which you held his ankle with both of your hands and Seokjin sighs loudly. "Lady. I will not give you the tip on the coursework. You know what you need to do to get those marks. Let go of my ankles, I am very late." He said calmly, yanking his ankle out of your grasp, effortlessly.

"That's not what I'm here for." You hurried to your feet and exclaimed. And it finally got Seokjin's attention. "I'm not here for the Seokjin-who-holds-a-Master, I'm here for the Wizard-Seokjin." And Seokjin turned his heel to face you, slowly, looking down and very handsomely, at it too. "...Who told you that." His voice was grim and send chills down your spine. "...I need help with something." You disregarded his questions. It wasn't important. He had a wizard tattoo on his side-abs that you saw on accident, in an occurrence you do not wish to explain. Witchcraft is very much frowned upon in modern age, and is forgotten. You recognised the tattoo, because you always read mystical books, in your free time. But Seokjin was a student to a very respected all-male magic school wizard that is so discreet, there's hardly more than twenty of them, being alive today.

"Making love potion is illegal in wizardry." He spat, assuming that that whas was it's about. It usually is. The last girl who knew who he truly was only interested into selling his potions into perfumes. It shredded the trust in him, and he had been alone ever since. "I'm being hunted," you spat, "And the worst thing is, I don't know why." Seokjin blinks away. He looked like he already knew the answers to that. So he fidgets his eyes, face to one side, and turned away, "...It's your scent. They're crazy for it." He lazily replied and walked off.

What he said didn't exactly gave you a definite solution. It's more of a comment, and it isn't helpful at all, and you were so desperate. So you clawed his sleeves. "Please." With your pleading eyes, you rolled your sleeves and show him all the scars they've given you. Red, blood stains, unexplained bruises. Scratches. Your hands are trembling. And Seokjin caught them, unaware of what he was doing. He tilted his body to one side to hold his bag, and examined your cuts, tracing each one with his thumbs, gently. "These..." He started. The relaxed expression is no longer on his face. Now he is just, plain worried beyond explanation. "These are not werewolves."

There's nothing he could do in daylight. And there's a class he needs to attend. He watches you stand in his rearview mirror as he drives away, before he pulled the brakes. He signalled for you to come in. His conscience got the better of him. While you were sitting silent in his passenger seat, Seokjin was thinking hard. What was that, if it's not werewolves. Something that would have attracted to that scent of you. His gaze pierces the view ahead as he spoke, "First thing first, you need to have that scent stripped away from you." And how do you do that?

"Easiest way would be, having a male companion. It will not cut them off, but it will stop the bruises and the unwanted scratches. Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, but from your face, he knew, "...Well, that sucks." Female with companions don't get these kind of attacks because they have a male-like scent. That's why single ladies are more susceptible to these creatures. It's been centuries since they've made their last appearance, even Seokjin, the younger generation of wizards, forgotten their names. Because they were thought to be extinct and shouldn't have come back.

"Can you describe what they look like?" Seokjin asked.

"Brass. Crawling on all fours. Looks like panthers but no fur, just metallic skin." You said. "...Golden Leapers." He was confident. Golden Leapers are indeed extinct magical creatures, whose existence cause nothing but chaos. They prey after young women with distinctive features, and it differs from one to another. Making it impossible for wizards in the past to track the ladies they were all after, causing them to be banish at once because the great dangers they brought. There was nothing physically in common about the ladies they prey on, and there's no evidence on what will happen if they continue to haunt these ladies. However, all the ladies that's being haunted will have these bruises that doesn't seem to go away, painful and sleepless nights, go along with it.

They will eventually become living corpses until a wizard takes control of it. And it was against the duties of a wizard to let this go unfixed.

Seokjin, is afraid that he might be unequipped for this. "We'll talk after class," he drops you off at the entrance. And you were to enter the lecture hall before him. And you needed to pretend you didn't have this conversations with him. He started with a quiz and went on for a simple lecture. He was really good at his job. Keeping a healthy balance between his identity as a lecturer to his true-nature as a wizard. He looks like your average Joe in these daylight. He promised to be home before sunset, and you're at your home, already bracing yourself for the pain that will come, the moment the sun is gone. The scare that these panthers, 'Golden Leapers' bring, was unexplainable. Because they are invisible to the naked eyes. Except the lady they are going after and man with a pure blood (in this case, a wizard).

The sun is setting and you could already hear the growling around you as you shut your eyes. Embracing the calm before storm. "Please hurry..." You pleaded.

Seokjin parks his car and ran towards the entrance of your apartment, punching the elevator button before deciding that the stairs would be faster. Relationships with students, are forbidden. But this was an exception. Obviously. Because he's here as a wizard, not a lecturer. He climbs three to four steps at once, panting heavily at your floor. His eyes flickers to the wall clock, and noticed that he had two minutes of sun left. "Unlock." He commanded with his hands against your knob and it beeped open, immediately. He opened the door to your body floating in air, the Golden Leapers crawling towards you. About a dozen of them in this tiny apartment, growling, saliva dripping on the floor.

Seokjin got up to your bed, standing and pulling you down. "If you let them think you're scared, they'll latch themselves on you so. Be brave." He whispered. He pulled your face and gave you a sultry kiss on the lips, devouring your taste appropriately. And the Golden Leapers disappears one by one. The walls shake, the lights in your whole apartment flickers, and the wind suddenly got harsher, turning your pictures on the wall, tilting to one side. The moment the sun set, the wind stopped, and there's an odd stillness in the air as you gaze into your professor's beautiful hazel eyes with awe. The bruises that you have, recedes immediately.

Golden Leapers go after the most powerful wizards' maiden. The most powerful wizard of this era is Kim Seokjin. The point where they start to prey over the wizard's soul mate, is when the wizard starts to lose their powers. That explains the pimple he had on his nose and the mug that wouldn't budge. When he is close to his soulmate, only then he starts to regain his magical criteria. If he offends anybody, he would be cursed with losing his powers as well. That's why he needed to be around you. The Golden Leapers are guardians in disguise in order to fool the wizards into saving the victim, when they are actually helping their wizard to find their true love.

Wizards are one of the most loneliest occupation in the world, you see.

And if he ignored the attack on their rightful life partner, they will start to pollute their wizard identity, causing them to be mundane. Golden Leapers are creatures that was bestowed the power to signify the right partner for the most powerful wizard of the time.

Seokjin didn't have to worry about searching his life partner. It was written in the stars, and guarded by the leapers. Sort of.

"How did you know I was a wizard?" "Professors aren't usually handsome, young and have peculiar tattoo on their abs." "When did you see my abs?" "That's a secret."

#bts #fanfic #magical au #kim seokjin #seokjin #jin #bangtan boys #one shot #scenarios #wizard au #fluff #smut #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #seokjin fanfic #seokjinnetwork #btsnetwork #btswriter #seokjin bf au #professor #magical creature #kpop #kpop fanfic #fanfiction #soulmate au #bangtan fics #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin ff #fantasy au #beyond the scene

[canadian-buckbeaver]

Satan’s Granddaughter

Commission for @testingforcake23 - hopefully you enjoy                          

Lurana/Rani is the granddaughter of Satan and true heir of Hell.  He has sensed a large amount of satanic magic emitting from an abandoned studio on the human realm and gives her the mission of seeing what is causing the magic, and to bring them back to him so they can face his wrath and judgement.  However, she isn't  alone in the studio.  There is the magic caster but there are many other creatures who call this studio home.  One of them, a playful little demon, seems to take a shine to the beautiful princess of hell and attempts to win her heart...

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Lurana, or Rani as she was better known as, landed just outside the old studio, her wings fluttering softly as they softened her landing. Outside there seemed to be nothing too special about the place. Boards obscured the windows, the trees in the front were overgrown, and the hedges desperately needed trimming. If she didn’t know any better, Rani would have assumed it was another crackhouse and continued on with her life.

But no. The granddaughter of Satan, the true heir of the underground, had been given a task, and she was expected to do it.  Not that she minded.  It was better than being under his surveillance any day.

Back to work.

The high levels of Satanic magic being released from the house had been bothering the henchmen for months now. It was such a uniquely high level of magic, it was like a beacon for them. And the stupid beasts fell for it each and every time. Finally, Grandpa, sick of the henchmen being late to meetings or assignments, decided to do something about it.

And by doing something, for him that meant sending in Rani. She was the one he trusted the most and who was the strongest out of all his henchmen. He knew that no matter the case, she could handle it.

She was his granddaughter after all.  Power ran in their family.

She stepped up to the front of the studio and pushed open the door easily. Unlocked, not even latched shut. She rolled her eyes at the lack of security before stepping inside. Either a foolish, forgetful mortal or perhaps someone who had delusional with their thoughts of power to even bother locking the door… well, it made her job that much more easier.

‘Whoa…’ she thought as she looked around the inside of the abandoned studio.  Inside it was crawling, dipping with even more magic. Rani could practically taste the magic on her tongue or in the air that she breathed.  The outside of the building must have had a dampening spell or a circle around it, trying to prevent the magic from leaking out. Why would anyone need that much magic? Even other ambitious Satanism followers never summoned this much magic before. If someone had even summoned half the amount of magic before it usually spiralled out of control, rebounding on the one who had summoned it and throwing them into chaos or purgatory.  Or even on the off chance that they survived, they were usually driven mad by it, cursed forever by the dark magic.

Rani crept along the darkened hallway, slowly peeking around corners, alert for any sound. Her transparent wings were folded tight to her body, taking on the flickering orange light, waving slightly with the movement of magic. Rani was trying to listen for any potential enemies, ones who would try and protect the magic caster from her, but the loud whispering of magic was too loud.

Whoever had set up base here was clever. Little candles and dim lights flickered everywhere, tucked into every corner, dispelling her safety of the darkness. She would have sworn that her red skin positively glowed in the low lighting, if the slight light wasn’t greedily swallowed by the dark ink.

Ink was everywhere. It oozed from the walls, dripped from the ceiling and was piddled on the ground. Reaching out, she touched one of the puddles. It was not dry but was in a semi-jelly, congulated state. The ink on the walls and ceiling ran like water, what made the puddles on the ground different?  Was there magic saturated within the puddle?

And what was that spark of magic she felt from it?  It felt similar to her one of her grandfather’s lieutenant’s magical signature. Yet he would never set foot in the human realm… not after the last time.

She withdrew her hand quickly, wiping her hand clean off on the wall, before slowly creeping her way down the hallway, painfully aware of just how much noise she was making. The studio really was impressive, but still just an old house. The inside appeared to be much larger than the outside had hinted at, full of twisting hallways that reminded her of the great Greece labyrinth, and great, towering staircases. This had to be the work of the magic, she determined. There was no way that something could be this distorted by any mere mortal. It was designed to keep something inside… or something out. Yet every other hallway and floorboard creaked and the rusty gears of a machine clanked and purred.

It was the perfect cover sounds for an inky monster.  It oozed silently behind her, attracted perhaps by the soft sounds her feet made as she snuck her way through the studio, or maybe it was her impossibly slow heart rate.  Whatever the reason, the monster was completely focused on her.  Sneaking up behind her with devious intent.

It struck her from behind, a hard object, perhaps a plank of wood, smashing into her skull.

She cried out in pain, her own magic activating but flickering as her vision began to fade. Who dares attack the sole heir of Satan?  They would pay…

But her vision slowly went dark, the darkness claiming her sight and ears. The last sound she heard before quiet was those great gears, grinding away.

*

The first thing that she realized was that there wasn’t much light where she was.  Her eyelids slowly fluttered open and then shut, the tiny amount of light already piercing her head.  Her head was screaming in pain.  Whatever the bastard had used it had certainly was effective.

She vowed that the creature would die by the end of the day.

But, first things first, where in the ever-loving hell was she?

Rani slowly forced her eyes open, wincing as they adjusted to the dim light.  She quickly closed them with a loud groan.  “Ah.  There you are sweetheart.  We were worried ‘bout ya.”  The words were jumpy, deep but also strangely high.  It reminded her of those so-called retro cartoons that had been popular over eighty years ago…

Ok.  Whoever was talking to her didn’t seem very keen to knock her out again and was trying to engage her.  It was time to get up, move around.  She had work to do.

Her eyes blinked open, forcing the darkness from her eyes.  Rani blinked and slowly glanced around.  She was sure that she had never seen this room before, but, judging from the wood and the constant drainage of ink, she was still in the cursed studio.  She slowly sat up, groaning and rubbing at her eyes.  “So…. how was the nap?” What was that voice?  She had come here alone… her head snapped to the voice.  There was a small demon with two large horns that flowed up and off of his skull.  He had beady little eyes and an old-style, cheesy cartoon smile.  Whoever he was, he wasn’t the one that attacked her, lucky for him.  She would have assumed that her mind was playing tricks on her if the magic wasn’t flowing off of him in waves.  Rani checked the magic.  It was particular to say the least.  It was similar to the magic that she had been tracking outside, but still had its own unique signature to it.  As if this demon was related to the magic.

He blinked at her.  “Not much of a talker are, yea?  Oh wait!  I know!” he jumped to his feet and sarcastically bowed to her, outstretching his arms.  “Where are my manners?  I forgot to introduce myself.  The name is Bendy, Bendy the Dancing Demon, but you can call me Handsome or Dreamy if you prefer.”

Oh great.  Not only was the guy a wanna-be demon, but he also happened to be a player. Well, she had dealt with these guys down in hell.  She could handle one demon without her grandfather.

She sighed.  “The name is Lurana.  Friends call me Rani.” She simply said, rubbing at her eyes, trying to rid herself of the last of the stars in her vision.  The sheets and blankets were rough but soft and warm. They embraced her, slipping over her warm skin, cascading over her bare skin…

“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?” she demanded, grabbing the sheets to cover herself.

Bendy merely chuckled, allowing his perverted gaze to travel over her body.  “Relax Rani, your clothes are safe… besides… it’s more sinfully fun to be nude~” he winked at her, causing her to glare at him.  Oh.  If she wasn’t naked right now…

There was a knock on the door.  “Bad time!” Bendy said.

The door opened anyway.  As Bendy cried out in outrage, a friendly wolf face poked inside the room.  Seeing Rani cover herself he quickly covered his own eyes, turning to face the wall.  Well, at least someone here had some decent manners.  A small, beautiful woman slipped in after the wolf.  She had long, flowing dark hair, the same eyes as Bendy, but over her horns floated a small halo.

A fallen angel.  Rani paused at that.  Her grandfather had spoken of such creatures but they were so rare, not even her own father in his entire lifetime, had seen one.

“Oh good.  She’s awake.” huffed the angel, crossing her arms and staring at Rani.  Rani narrowed her eyes and stared back at her.  Obviously, a woman who was used to having the world under her thumb and did not appreciate any sort of completion.

Rani decided that she was a bitch.  Normally Rani would have shown her who was in charge, why she alone was worthy of the title of the heir of Satan, but neither the wolf’s nor the angel’s signature matched the magic either.  She had better things to do than play high school.

Bendy sighed.  “Well, I guess the whole gang is more or less here.”  He turned to Rani.  “The wolf’s name is Boris,” Boris smiled at her and wagged his tail, obviously delighted to meet her.  “The witch there is Alice.”

Alice rolled her eyes.  “Did you even tell her what happened or were you too busy groping her with your eyes?” she demanded of Bendy.  Boris took a discrete step between them, obviously used to breaking up their little spats.

“I know what happened.  Some inky creature snuck up behind me and knocked me out.” Randi said.  “Then I woke up here.”

Boris nodded at her, smiling wildly and in some relief.  No concussion.

“The butcher gang was dragging you off, but don’t worry tots, I was able to rescue you.” Bendy adjusted the bow tie around his neck, looking like he was expecting a thank you.  One which Rani was not ready, nor willing to provide.

“So once again, clothing?” Rani asked, gesturing to her body.

Angel held out her body suit.  “The ink monsters inked over it.  Luckily, we are rather proficient at removing ink stains.”  Rani decided to overlook how the angel avoiding touching her hands when she handed her clothing.

Keep going bitch.  Her bitch meter could only get so full…

“Thanks.” Rani managed before looking pointedly at them.  “Now… do you guys mind?”

Boris shot her an apologetic look before leaving quickly, whereas Angel sighed and rolled her eyes before leaving the room.  Bendy sat there, grinning and staring at her.

Rani stared back at him.  “Well?” she finally demanded.

“I don’t mind.” He shrugged and settling further into his seat, shooting her a wink.

“Excuse me?”

“You asked, ‘do I mind?’ so in answer to your question, no.  No, I don’t mind at all.  Please feel free to ignore me as you go about your business.”  Bendy shot her a large grin, almost as if he thought that she would go along so far.

Just as Rani was figuring out just how many ways that she could rip this demon to shreds and pin the blame on Alice, Alice’s voice was heard through the door.  “Bendy!  Leave the room and let her change!”

“You’re no fun, Alice.” Bendy shot back, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Get out before I have Boris drag you out!”

Bendy seemed to ponder this.  Boris or the naked hottie?  With a growl, he slid off the seat (was he ever short!), and left the room.  Before closing the door he winked at her.  “Be waiting for you sugar.  Miss you already!”  The door clicked shut.

Rani sighed and picked through her clothes.  Everything, even her underwear, was here.  Well, thank her grandfather for small miracles.  She had the suspicion that Alice herself handled the washing of her garments, preventing their disappearance.

Perhaps she should give the girl a few points… just this once.

*

Bendy had left the room but he hadn’t gone far.  He only rounded the corner and moved an old poster of Boris and… there!  He had known that this hole would come in handy one day.  His beady little eye greedily stared into the room.  There was smooth red skin moving sensually moving, twisting this way and that, the tiny black thong that he had seen Alice carrying slowly climbing an endless expense of leg….

There was a knock on the door.  Bendy shot this mystery character a glare as Rani called out “Come in.”  That should be himself entering the door, seeing her beauty.  No one else was allowed!

The door opened and there was a pause.  “Sorry miss, I thought you were finished changing.  I can go wait outside if you prefer.” Oh…. he knew that voice.  Bendy was gonna kill him.

“The important bits are covered.  What do you want?”

“My name is Henry and I was wondering if you would have a cup of tea with me?” Bendy could just picture Henry’s polite smile, averting his eyes from the beauty in front of him.  What a waste.

“You know, I would love a cup of tea.  Do you mind just holding it until I finish throwing on the rest of my clothes?” Rani asked him as Bendy heard the swish of leather.

There were footsteps and the sound of a chair.  “I don’t mind at all, Ms…”

“Rani.  Please, call me Rani.  Just Rani.”

“Very well Just Rani.”  Bendy’s view was suddenly covered by a grey mug, the sound of Rani’s giggle slightly muffled by the ceramic cup.  “I can hold onto your tea until you’re ready.”

Henry was so going to die…

*

Henry made sure he covered the hole in the wall was fully covered before turning his gaze to one of the many Bendy posters littering the room as Rani finished changing.  They needed to get new decorations.  The stardom had already gone to Alice’s and Bendy’s head, causing them to be even more insufferable than they already were.

Perhaps if he could do things over again he and Joey could make it right.  He would keep a better eye on Joey and…

“So Henry, tell me about this place.” Rani had finished changing and set down in the other chair beside him, taking hold of the other mug of tea.

Henry waited till she had taken her first sip before starting his story.  “A long time ago, this studio was an animation studio for, what was to be, the hit cartoon, Bendy the Dancing Demon.  It would have starred Bendy, Boris and Alice in their misadventures, and lessons about teamwork, but,” here he chuckled softly, “it unfortunately never produced anything other than the pilot episode.”

There was a raised eyebrow from Rani.  “That bad?” she asked, still sipping her tea.

Henry shook her head.  “Years ago I wasn’t a cartoon character, I was flesh and blood, human.  After Joey and I pitched the first episode, the second world war broke out and I was drafted to fight.  Joey has been avoided for… medical reasons.  As I was fighting on the front lines, Joey was back here with the staff.  The first episode aired and it did alright rating wise but it wasn’t enough for Joey.  Bendy was Joey’s obsession.  It deserved better he decided.  So more staff was hired, greater, more complicated episodes planned out and written… but the studio ran out of money.  Bankrupt.”  Henry sighed.

“That’s… that’s terrible… but that doesn’t explain the magic around the place or the characters.” Rani said.

“That was shortly after the studio fell under.  Joey by now was obsessed with the project, obsessed with Bendy and his vision of the future for him.  He had once foreseen that Bendy would be the greatest competition of Disney or the Cupheads Bros.  Bankruptcy was not an option.  Giving up was not an option… we are unsure when he first started dabbling in satanic rituals and writing his own book on bringing the inanimate to life but it happened.  Using the staff that remained at the office, Joey sacrificed them to bring the characters, and I, to life.”  Henry calmly took a sip of his tea as Rani digested that news.

“So… wait… you said that you were drafted to fight…”

“Died within days of peace.  The army never found my body.” Henry sighed.  “Went down with the warship… when Joey found out about that I believe it helped push him over the edge.”  Henry looked up at Rani.  “Joey has always feared death… perhaps that is why he practised the devil’s worship.”

Rani waved her hand.  “That isn’t real devil’s worship… besides, Satan is not fond of those who participate in such cults.”  She rolled her eyes with disgust.

“How would you know such things…?” Henry asked even as his mind started to put the puzzle pieces together.  Red skin, unnatural beauty, able to sense dark magic…

Rani grinned at him.  “I’m Satan’s only grandchild, sole heir to Hell.”

Henry felt his eyes widen.  A princess… of course.  That explained a lot.

*

Bendy had to cover his mouth with excitement.  That gorgeous woman was the heir of Satan?  That meant…. That meant that she was a princess!  Soon to be a queen!  Bendy began to have images of himself by her side, as her king.  He could help her rule over the damned souls…

He could see himself now, sitting on a tall throne, crown on his head, trident in his hands, and the boobielious babe on his right.  There will be screams of terror and souls withering on the ground, fire everywhere… but they will all be bowing to him.  To them.  The king and queen of the damned.

But first… first, he had to make sure that she knew how devoted he was to her.  He ran off to put his plan into action.  After all, it was foolproof.

*

Rani finished drinking the rest of the tea, smiling softly at Henry.  “Thank you,” she said, returning the mug to him.  Her wings fluttered softly behind her.  “I much appreciate the thought…”

Henry smiled at her.  “It was my pleasure, Rani.” He said, collecting both of their mugs.  Behind the wall seemed awfully silent.  It made Henry wonder what exactly Bendy had heard.  His mug had covered the hole in the wall the majority of the time, making it garbled but…

Knowing the demon, he was up to something.

Rani opened the door to the hallway and froze, her eyes widening at the sight.  “What on Hell’s green earth?”  Henry poked his head out and immediately slapped his hands to his face.  The once dark and ordinary hallways were completely reformed.  There were inky flowers everywhere down the hallway and the posters had been straightened.  It even looked like Bendy had somehow dusted the shelves and toys.

Though knowing him he simply absorbed the dirt with his ink…

“Ah!  My Cherie!  It is great to see you again!  I was worried that dear, old Henry had carried you off and took you away from me.”  Bendy appeared before Rani, his nicest bowtie around his throat and a flower tucked into his front buttonhole it appeared.  Trying to make a nice impression?  Bendy?  Well, it was clear now that Bendy had heard everything that they had discussed and was trying to take advantage of it…

Damn it Bendy…

Bendy continued.  “It is ok now, my dear.  I have arrived to save you!  Come, much happiness and dinner await!” he said, his cartoon grin stretching even larger, even as he wrapped an arm around her hips.  His arm was outstretched towards a dark table, more inky flowers in the middle, and what looked like the last of the unstained dinner plates from the kitchen…

Well, now that Henry thought of it, he thought he smelt bacon soup boiling on the stove.

Rani raised a brow before pushing him out of the way and off of her.  “As much as I enjoyed everyone’s hospitality, I really must be off.  I still have my mission after all,” she told him as she began to walk down the hallway.

“W-wait!  Princess!”  Bendy cried out, trying to follow her.  Henry, Alice and Boris watched and sighed.  Though not unusual for Bendy to… attempt to woo wayward visitors, it was odd to see him put this much effort into one.  Though Henry supposed that the title had something to do with it.  “Allow me to show you my skills my beautiful flower.  I am a worthy suitor, after all.”

Alice scoffed and watched Bendy try and gain the attention of Rani.  “Typically what power does to a woman,” she told Bendy.  “First it goes straight to their head, and then to their stomach and thighs.  You don’t need her in your life.  Probably better that she removed herself, and her little Grandfather issues, and shoved them where the sun don’t shine.”

Rani paused in her steps, slowly spinning around to look at the angel.  “Excuse me?”

Alice flounced her hair.  “What?  Your overinflated ego got in the way?  Not surprising…”

All Henry was sure was that there was a flurry of movement, lots of yelling, and suddenly Boris trying to separate the two squabbling females.  Alice and Rani punched, pushed kicked and screamed at one another, paying no mind to the slightly horrified audience.  Alice shoved Rani, hard, sending her off balance, and sending the princess into a previously unseen pool of ink.  Unfortunately for our angel, Rani had a strong grip on her and sent her in with her.  The two sputtered and cursed before Boris reached in and managed to pull the two of them out, ink dripping from their bodies.  Rani had managed to land a few solid hits on Alice, a dusky bruise already appearing on her cheek, whereas Rani’s bruises were already quickly fading.  The great pool ink faded slowly, as if not trying to draw attention to itself.

“Bendy…” Alice said slowly, her argument with Rani forgotten for the moment.  “Bendy… what is with the pool of ink behind us?”

Bendy fiddled with his bow tie.  “Well…. you guys were fighting so I thought that you both would want to fall into the ink pool and…. Fight there instead.”

Alice seethed with rage.  “You wanted us to have a right little cat fight right in front of you, didn’t you?”

Bendy made a chocked sort of agreeing sound while Henry rubbed at his face.  If there was a prize for making a situation worse than it already is…

“That’s it!  Fuck you all!” Rani spat, tearing herself away from the wolf.  “I don’t need you or your fucking help!”  She stomped her way down the other hall, vowing never to watch another cartoon in her life.

“W-Wait!  Rani!  Hold up!  You can’t go that way!”  Bendy almost sounded slightly panicked now as he chased after her.

Henry, Alice and Boris gulped and quickly chased after her.  Not good.

*

“Make me!” Rani yelled back at the demon, quickly descending a staircase, and rounding a sharp corner.  She didn’t even know why she was walking so fast.  It was like her instincts had taken over and…

The smell of the specific magic, the magic that she was sent to investigate, was getting stronger.

Rani took another deep inhale of the magic and rushed down another corridor, still ignoring the cartoons’ pleas for her to stop or slow.

“I won’t fail you, Grandpa.” She vowed as she approached a door.  “I won’t!”  She kicked it open and ran inside, prepared for anything except for what was inside the door.

A frail, older man sat in his wheelchair, looking over at the noise that Rani had caused.  He was completely human, his eyes slightly bloodshot, but human.  There were large iron chains wrapped around the iron shell of the wheelchair, as if trying to prevent him from escape.  She would have laughed at the pathetic thought, after all, who would put so much effort into a frail, old man? – if it wasn’t for the magic that was emitting from him in waves.

He broke into a toothy grin when he saw her.  “Yes!” he exclaimed.  “The god of the underground has not forsaken me!  I am truly blessed!”  He cackled and began to choke and cough on his own words, large amounts of drool already coating his chin.  He began to wiggle frantically and lurch with his movements.  The chain bounced and shook with his movements, but kept him trapped against the wall.

Almost like the little cartoons wanted to keep him there… were they scared of him? Why wouldn’t they just get rid of him then?

“Who…” Rani began, staring at the man.  She felt like she should know him.  His magic was strong and concentrated like he had practised it for many years before the signature was finally being discovered by Satan.

There was a small, delicate cough on the railing beside her.  Bendy.

“Rani, allow me to introduce you to Joey, our creator.  Joey, meet Rani, princess of the underground.” Bendy said, bowing slightly to Rani.

Joey stared at Rani more, taking in her dark hair, her ruby red skin. His eyes suddenly sparkled with life.  “I am truly blessed.  That Satan sends his true heir as my bride… I am truly blessed indeed.  Thank you, master!  I accept your gift!” he said, chuckling.  His wheelchair rattled as he tried to move. It, thankfully, still held him firm to the wall.

“Is he always this delusional?”  Rani asked, folding her arms over her chest, almost as if she suddenly realized how revealing her outfit was. The important bits were covered and she had been used to being drooled over by her Grandpa’s devoted followers, lust was a powerful weapon of Hell, but this was more than a little disturbing.  Between the perverted Bendy, and this creep, she had already handled more than her quota of creepers already.  And she hadn’t even hit up her ride home yet.  The ghostly express always had someone looking to rattle a few bones.

“Only if Bendy announces you a certain way.” sighed Henry, coming up to Rani’s other side and looking over Joey.

Joey was lost to his delusions.  “I have done well to appease the dark lord.  He has finally shown his blessings and given me a gift!  My own bride!  A wife!”  His eyes were even wide and crazy, the whites of the eyes overbearing the pale irises.  

He continued to talk, sounding more and more like a crazed man. “First, we will wed, where Satan himself will hand her to me, all of Hell watching as I become next in line for the throne! They will be jealous, a mere human that he has chosen with such a legacy, a mere human has upset the natural reign of command.  But they won’t dare do anything until after you are pregnant with my child.  The line of the devil continued by a human, who knows their true capabilities?  But they are dirty, considered unclean… We won’t mind though, we would love them no matter what.  Our precious child… or if we are lucky, children.  Many, many children to continue the legacy of power… There will be whispers of revolt from the unhappy ones, of blood being spilt, demons choosing sides. He can’t have that. Hell must remain united to be strong. He'll heal me, make me strong again. I will stand tall but kneel in front of him, pledging my loyalty to him. The monsters will look upon me and understand why he chose me. That he alone saw potential in me. That I overcame death for a reason….”

A little pink tongue peeked out and licked at his thin, cracked lips. “The wedding night… I will make it one to remember, my precious treasure. You… I can see it now. You don’t see what your leader does yet, but when he heals me, you’ll see… you'll understand then. They will all understand then! But of course, I’ll forgive you, my lovely little bride. A man has his needs after all. And you’ll be sure to enjoy just how I make you work for my forgiveness. Perhaps on your knees or back or both… but I will make you scream. I’ll rip that ridiculous excuse for a cover-up off you so I can gaze upon my offering and then…”

“That’s enough!” two loud voices boomed. Henry clenched at the handrail, an angry snarl on his face, cheeks going red with anger. Bendy looked to be deteriorating, ink dripping from his forehead, starting to cover his eyes. Boris placed a gentle hand on Rani's shoulder, steadying her. She didn’t realize that it was shaking until then.

“Don’t listen to him,” Angel told her. “He’s nothing more than a desperate, low-life creep…”

“One that I must capture and pull down to Hell,” Rani told them, stepping forward. She chose to ignore that damn clean in his eyes. He will learn. Her grandfather had plans for him… but perhaps not ones that were to his liking. Bendy was suddenly in front of her. “Wait. What do you mean you're taking him with you? You can't…”

Rani sighed. “I can and I must. This isn’t about some quick feelings that you may or may not have for me. Satan has ordered his capture…”

Joey started to cackle. “Awe… the poor little demon has feelings for the beautiful creature? Don’t worry Bendy… just for you and our long history together I'll fu-”

Rani snapped her fingers at Joey. The blood vessels in his legs contracted tightly around the muscles and bones and caused them to snap and break. The white of bone punctured the skin, red blood mixing with the dark ink swimming around him. Joey screamed in pain, his eyes flashing with anger and fury. “You will pay for that bitch!  I will personally make sure of it!”

She pretended not to hear him. She gently pushed Bendy to the side and continued to walk closer to the immobilized man.

“I said… YOU CAN'T.” Bendy jumped in front of her again, this time his form changing. The ink seemed to gather around him, forming around him. He became a hulking giant of a creature. If Rani had to guess he was between seven and eight feet tall. His teeth became long and sharp, replacing the goofy cartoon smile. And his eyes… his eyes were pure evil.

Despite herself, Rani shivered slightly. Gone was the dancing demon, replacing him was one that her grandfather would love to have on his army. Power emanated from him, as did dangerous, murderous intent…

But what was stronger? The side of him telling him to kill or stop her? Or the side that showed he had feelings for her?

“Down boy.” She said, reaching out to stroke at his forehead. Bendy trembled and paused, the dangerous air around him diffusing.  Ok.  Good sign.  “There we go… that’s my handsome demon… you don’t want to scare me, do you?” Bendy minutely shook his head.  “Good… Now… Just listen to me… listen to my voice… you’re a good boy.  You’ll do anything for me… right?”  He nodded.  Rani allowed herself a short sigh of relief. Ok. A calm Bendy is a happy Bendy.  She kissed his nose, causing a precious blush to appear on his cheeks. “Tell me, why is a dirtbag like him so important to you guys, especially this precious fellow?” she asked, gently stroking Bendy's face, paying close mind to his jawline.  It caused his eyes to shimmer mischievously she found.  He must be enjoying it.

Henry spoke. “Our lives are tied with his lifeline, as is the magic of the studio. If he leaves or dies, we do too.”

Rani paused. That made sense suddenly.

A loud, harsh chuckle broke the tense silence. “Exactly… little, weak and useless Joey holds all the cards…. You guys can’t do anything to me! You owe me your lives!”

“You’re free to remove him, Rani. The magic stabilizing the ink creatures is inside the wooden beams of the house and the satanic symbols. This wannabe has no hold over them.” A bored, gruff voice said.

Rani gasped and turned to her left. “Grandfather.” She said. Sure enough, Satan stood there. He was a little out of focus for her as he always was on the earthly realm. He told her once that this was because his form shifted to whatever form that the observers believed his form should take. A little man with horns? Red cartoon man? Goat faced? A man figure with dark wings? A serpent? The possibilities were endless.

Joey's eyes lit up even more at the sight of him. “My Lord! I finally see you! How I have yearned for this day…”

Satan waved off the words, silencing him. “You are charged with false worship and are sentenced to an eternity upon the torture rack.”

There was a moment of silence, Joey’s face working to digest the awful words. “No! My Lord! You cannot mean that! Everything that I've done, I've done for you! I am your loyal and true follower. You owe me…”

“I owe you nothing!” Satan told him. “How dare you, a snivelling worm, assume that you can tell the Great Lord and Might Satan what I owe to you? Come now. Punishment is upon us.” He reached for Joey.

Joey gasped and shook, shivering in fear. The moment that the chains gave way to Satan's power he threw himself from the chair, attempting to crawl away. He looked up at Alice in desperation. “My holy angel sent from above… save me! Save me please!”

Alice tossed her hair. “FALLEN angel. See the horns and the broken halo? I can’t do nothing.” She told him, watching as Satan seized him by the leg, pulling him into a darkened portal. Joey screamed, seeing his creations do nothing. The screams of the damned echoed around the studio as it shut behind them.

“I ship them,” Bendy said, referring back to his old form. “Just as much as I ship us.” He said, straightening his bowtie and winking at Rani. “So about that date?” He asked.

Rani thought to how he was quick to protect her from Joey’s disgusting and vile words, and how he wanted to protect himself and his friends… perhaps he wasn’t just a womanizer or as a flirt.

“You know what? Sure. Why not?” she asked.

Bendy looked up at her in a start. “Huh? You will?” He asked, dumbfounded. Rani nodded. “Yoooohooo! I got a date with a gorgeous gal!” He exclaimed, jumping up and clicking his heels together. Rani chuckled. Bendy looked almost sweet like this… Very different from the demon that he claimed to be.  “You won’t regret this! I promise doll!”

*

Rani blinked at the ceiling. It was the second time in under twenty-four hours that she was in this same bed, completely nude…

But there was a small change….

“So…. Sub kink huh?” Bendy asked, winking at her as he smoked a comically large cigar. She flushed an even deeper shade of red and tapped his shoulder.

“Shut up.” She ordered, her voice high and breathless.

Bendy smirked at her, stubbing out the cigar and smiling at her. “So babe…. Ready for round two?”

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Howdy, howdy! Its been a while since I tossed out a rant and I’ve had alot running through my mind lately so I thought it was about time. Earlier today I had something make me start thinking about my branding over the years ( … o.O … ) for a few hours ( … -_- … ) while I struggled to recall the details of logos and other branding choices made over the last 20 years. I’ll explain the reason later if I remember but for now I just want to stroll down memory lane and mention the things that *I* think are important when it comes to branding and the choices I made back then.

I started working on my online presence and personal branding while planning Y2K parties with friends and enjoying all the top of the line content GeoCities had to offer! Yea, yea, that said you should be able to realize 90% of where this post is headed and realize the other 10% don’t matter, back then it wasn’t really branding as much as it was signing up on sites you were interested in with your desired username. Usernames where simple real dictionary words that we liked or felt strongly attached to at first but as more people embraced the internet it was getting difficult and to have the username we wanted we were having to added extra words and/or numbers. Because of this the majority of people weren’t consistent across all of the world wide web and used whatever they felt like at the moment but some of us started seeing it as branding at that point and realized we needed to be consistent if we wanted to be known and credited for our contributions to online society.

It took me a few years to get from “Chaos” to “gWorldz” and I really don’t want to go into why I made the choices I made but I think I should at least drop all the usernames and images I have associated with my brand over the years. I’ll start with usernames in as close to correct order as I can recall …

(1996) Chaos

(1998) Doc

(2001) DocSoft

(2002) Doc Chaos

(2004) ChaosX

(2005) ChaosXtreme

(2005) ~cXc~

(2006) ChaosXtaC

(2006) ~cXc~ Designs

(2006) ~cXc~ Network

(2008) gWorldz

(2009) Doc gWorldz

… there were several other usernames I went by over the years but not really any I can associate with my current branding or online persona o.O

The earliest images associated with me are my custom emoticons I have no intention of ever digging out for ridicule, Doc, ~cXc~ logos and eventually the gJester and gWorldz logos but my branding was always more for me and my fun than for anything else. I could dig out allot of the early stuff and show you but meh, thats stuff is mostly hideous and I often feel its proof I didn’t know what I was doing more over than anything constructive to show I had soem skills. I do want to gloss over some of my favorite branding related images and what survived over the years but keep in mind what you coudl get away with 15-20 years ago is very different than today and I wouldn’t consider anything from the 2000’s a smart choice for branding o.O

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That more or less sums it up from “DocSoft” to “Doc gWorldz” with “~cXc~” tucked in the middle and all that really embarassing stuff lost to the interwebs thanks ~cXc~ Network crashes and failed hard drives over the years … sometimes I am happy about this other times I feel devastated to have lost all my source material. Thing is most of my good work was done at request from others and source went with the project so if they want things changed all they need to do is produce the files or do it themselves 😛

So, I bet you wondering why the hell all this ancient history was drug up and why it was so important for me to actually posta  TL;DR rant about my branding that I don’t actually push, well … I needed to make a round avatar for a website I’ve been looking into and I didn’t have any besides matrix emoji’s I stopped using years ago so I went looking for source files … o.O … that I no longer have! I searched for bits and pieces for hours yesterday and thought I was going to have to redesign everything that I couldn’t remember what fonts I used what styles and effects I used to create my logos and no longer had any of eth source images 😥

I was fine with needing to source new images and pick new colors since the ones I currently use came from almost a decade ago but forgetting fonts I had personally began associating with my … well o.O … self I realized branding choices I made years ago had mattered immensely to have not been changed at all in over a decade! I spent 6 hours staring at fonts on DaFont.com with “gWorldZ GWORLDZ gWORLDZ” typed into the text entry hoping I could find it or another font I could use for future logos. In the end I installed hundreds of fonts but wasn’t finding what I needed or what I had began searching for in the first place but I was able to recall the fonts I used for my “~cXc~” logos so I made sure I grabbed Black Chancery for the “~c”s and Dirty Bakers Dozen for the “X” before spending another 2 hours searching before giving and logging in over here to post this rant. Today seemed like a total loss until I started writing and thinking back to recall the bits and pieces of my brand history and suddenly it hit me, the reason I was having so much trouble was because I didn’t use photoshop back then and the logo tools I used where GIMP’d and by the time I had tossed 2 words into google search I had already figured it all out and was downloading Husky Stash from DaFont.com 😉

Back when I started doing digital design I was doing it with Paint Shop Pro and GIMP plugin called “Flaming Text” it may be ancient but you can still get custom logos from them online or grab the plugin which thankfully was just enough to trigger my brains lovely “recall it all … o.O … eventually” feature I had feared was completely broken. I still can’t remember the colors needed for the styles and effects but at least I was able to get the majority of it sorted to within acceptable parameters. Sorting colors is easy since I do have finished images and I know I retired Green and Black in teh early 2000’s but thats for another day, brain goes to mush when you go through what I’ve been dealing with for the last 16-18 hours 😛

This is what all the effort was for 😉

  Time to Think About My Branding Howdy, howdy! Its been a while since I tossed out a rant and I've had alot running through my mind lately so I thought it was about time.

#Branding #Fonts #gWorldz.com