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teaberrii · 7 months
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Chapter 23: Stelle
You've been Cupid for as long as you can remember. You've brought countless soulmates together, yet you've never found love.
When you're assigned to bring two childhood friends back together, it should be simple until you unexpectedly catch feelings for the mysterious and cold Ph.D. student, Dan Heng, the man with a soulmate… the man with answers to your past.
Dan Heng/You
Notes:
Cross-posted on Ao3
Female reader
Chapter index at the end of chapter one
“You remember me,” Sampo says, smiling. “Gosh, that makes me feel so special.”
Pom jumps out of bed as Sampo walks to the kitchen. He flips open cupboards, looking for something to eat just as Pom skids to a stop at the doorway.
“What in the world are you doing here?”
“Gosh, Pom. We haven’t seen each other in so long. You aren’t even going to offer me a drink?” Sampo casually flips the cupboard shut. “How rude.” Just before he moves on to the next, Pom stops him. Then, Sampo sighs. “Take a wild guess. Why do you think I’m here?”
“Surely not for tea and cookies, that’s for sure.”
As Sampo walks into the living room, he says, “Don’t worry. I’m not here to take your souls or suck the life out of you and Cupid. I’m simply worried for my dear ‘ol friends.”
“Friends? We met by chance, but you never met Cupid.”
“Are you sure?” 
Pom crosses his arms. "Sure I'm sure! We met that time on the Astral."
When Sampo looks down and smiles, Pom starts rubbing his fingers against his palms. Why does it seem like Sampo knows something he doesn’t? But then again, Pom always had a… strange feeling about this man.
Sampo’s relationship with the gods is a business. He takes souls to the afterlife when it’s their time, and he has made a name for himself. Those who don’t personally know him  call him the Grim Reaper. Those who do call him Sampo, but even Pom has his suspicions that’s just an alias.
“Did we?”
“I am not going to play games with you,” Pom says. “I know that was the only time we met. And while I have no idea what the heck you’re doing here, leave us alone.”
Suddenly, Pom is held against the wall. Sampo’s hand is around his neck. Pom’s eyes widen as he desperately claws at Sampo’s gloved hand but the man’s grip is too strong.
“You were always so unwelcoming, Pom.” Sampo leans closer until he’s next to Pom’s ear. “Maybe if you'd behaved, the gods wouldn’t have given you that final verdict.” Pom gasps when Sampo gives him a rare opportunity to breathe. "The time is coming for you to start thinking about yourself." Sampo moves so he can look Pom in the eyes. "There are no lifelong friends."
Pom blinks, and as soon as he opens his eyes, he’s back on his bed, staring at the white ceiling. He immediately sits up and puts a hand around his neck. Was that a dream? A hallucination? Pom quickly gets out of bed and peeks into the kitchen and then the living room. Everything is the way he’d left it.
Maybe that was a bad dream. It had to be. Why would Sampo visit him out of all people? And what was with all the talk about gods and final verdicts? Sounds like fiction, a joke, nonsense that—
Pom freezes as soon as he sees his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He swallows as he slowly puts his hand around his bruised neck, proof that whatever happened was far from a dream. Pom slightly shakes his head. Okay. First things first. He needs to get in touch with you. Or, should he call for Lan? Nanook? Do they know Sampo is here? Do they know why? Or, better yet, will they know what Sampo’s talking about?
Suddenly, Pom’s phone goes off, startling him out of his thoughts. He walks over and picks up his phone off the counter.
“Stelle. What’s up?”
“Are you free tonight?” she asks. “Everyone’s coming over for Game Night. Was thinking if you’d like to drop by, too.”
“Everyone…?”
“Yeah. Gepard, March, Dan Heng…” There’s a slight pause before she says your name. “You should come if you’re not busy.”
“I’ll be right over.”
Before Pom can hang up, Stelle suddenly asks, “...Can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“Cupid. Who… Who is she? Really.”
Pom opens his mouth but the words are caught in his throat. “I… What do you mean, Stelle?”
“...You’ve been friends for a long time. Right?”
“That’s right. But… she’s just a student. She’s—”
“No, she’s not.” Pom’s palms start to sweat. Where is Stelle getting this confidence from? “Look, I know this is going to sound crazy, but I saw her… I saw her with a woman who looked a lot like Dan Heng’s mother.”
“Wait, Stelle.” Pom tightens the grip on his phone. “Was this a dream? Why are you suddenly asking about Cupid?”
Earlier in the day, Stelle had just gotten off the phone with her father. She was walking into the living room when she sensed that she wasn’t alone. She turned and saw the curtains flutter from a breeze through the window. Perhaps she was overthinking. She just wanted company. When she turned back, her eyes went wide as a hand covered her mouth. But what frightened her to the core was that she couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream.
“Hello, dearie.” Sampo could see the fear in her eyes, and it made him smile.
Then, after a snap of his fingers, he removed his hand from her mouth, and Stelle suddenly asked, “Who the hell are you?” But she still couldn’t move.
“Well, some people call me the Grim Reaper… but that’s not how I’m going to introduce myself to a pretty woman like yourself.” Stelle went as pale as a sheet. “Call me Sampo.”
“What do you want? Why are you here?”
Sampo opened a cookie jar on the counter and reached inside. Then, he pulled one out. “Chocolate chip… my favourite.” After taking a bite, he said, “How much do you know about Cupid and Pom?”
“...You know them?”
“The three of us go a long way back.” Sampo smiled. “But not as long as you and Cupid.”
“...Me and Cupid? I’ve only known her for—”
Sampo gestured for her to stop talking, and while Stelle didn’t want to, she was forced to. “Oh, my dear Stelle, you've known her much longer than you think.” She blinked and Sampo was suddenly standing right in front of her. He put a hand behind her head and said, “Should I show you what I know?”
A sharp pain shot through her head. Sampo watched with amusement as he released her and she fell to her knees. When she closed her eyes, she suddenly saw you and a woman who looked a lot like Dan Heng’s mother. She had you pinned to the ground. One of her hands was around your throat. The other was holding a knife.
“Stelle heard the woman say: "I should’ve known better than to trust my son."
Stelle couldn’t see what you did from behind the large bush she was hiding in, but you somehow wrestled out of the woman’s grip and quickly got to your feet.
“I’m not your enemy,” you said with conviction.
“You’re supposed to be dead!”
The woman’s movements were so fast that Stelle couldn’t make out what was happening. One second the woman was standing a few feet away. The next, she stood behind you, except you’d used a knife to block her attempt to slit your throat. You were shaking. The blade was getting dangerously close to your neck. You pushed back, and the woman skidded across the ground.
“Why… Why would Jing Yuan choose to save you?”
You tightened the grip on your knife as you circled her. “...Choose to save me? Jing Yuan never saved me.”
“You were the one who was supposed to die that night!” Then, after a choked sob, she said, “Not… Not my son.”
“Is that what Jing Yuan told you? Is that how he got you to cooperate?” When the woman held your gaze, you said, “You used black magic to conceal the entire execution. Even if Jing Yuan tricked you that he was going to kill me, why would you help him in the first place? He’s human.”
The woman scoffed. " That didn’t stop my son from getting involved with you.”
“We loved each other." Metal clashed against metal as Stelle watched with wide eyes that you stopped the knife inches from your stomach. “...And I still love him. I always will.” You pushed back and after multiple clashes, the woman’s blade fell to the ground. “Don't you see we have a common enemy?"
“I'll be damned if I work with someone like you." She watched you cautiously as she said, "Your parents… they ruined everything. They killed the man I loved… left me with nowhere to go. Humans are the real monsters.”
“...It’s going to get ugly, dearie.” Stelle’s eyes widened when she heard an unfamiliar voice behind her. “I suggest you get out now before you get yourself killed.”
Pom is almost shaking. Is that how you end up cursing Young's mother that night? But more importantly, what was Stelle and Sampo doing there that night? Did they cross paths with you? Pom goes pale as he considers another terrifying possibility.
Did you kill Stelle?
“...Pom.” Stelle’s voice drags him back to the present. “Help me understand what’s happening. I… I don’t know who to trust or what’s going on.”
“Don’t trust Sampo,” Pom says before he can stop himself. Is it possible Sampo made Stelle see something that never happened? No. He doesn’t have the power to do that. He’s just a mercenary whose job is to take lives. Well, so he says… “I don’t know what he’s after, but—”
“Before that,” Stelle interrupts. “I want to know about what I saw. Do you know what I'm talking about?”
Pom sighs. “I don’t know. I wish I could tell you. Believe me. I do. But… please. Whatever you do, I hope you’ll trust me. And Cupid… And…”
“...And?”
“...And Dan Heng.”
“Dan Heng? What does he have to do with this?”
“He—”
Pom hears some muffled conversations on the other end. Then, he hears March ask, “Who are you talking to?”
“Pom,” Stelle answers.
Then, March’s voice becomes louder. “Pom! You’re coming over, right?”
Pom won’t miss this for the world… but now it’s for another reason entirely.
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Nanook has his feet on a desk. He's flipping through the Grimoire of Black Magic when he hears footsteps behind him.
Without turning around, he asks, “Bored already, Sampo? Maybe you should go back to Hell where the weather is right up your alley even with the global warming.”
"Never thought I'd see the day where I'd see you pick up a book."
The God of Destruction looks over his shoulder and sees Sampo casually tossing a coin in his hand. "Fuck off."
Sampo stands beside him and looks at the Grimoire. “How much do you know about it?"
Nanook closes the book and puts it down. Then, he spins around. “And you're asking because...?”
"Because even though you're the owner now... it wasn't yours to begin with." Nanook narrows his eyes. "Did you know Cupid found it when she was human?” Sampo nods at the Grimoire. “Centuries ago, that went missing, and I was tasked to find it. Guess who it led me to?” He tosses the coin up. “She used it to create The Withering. She tricked Pom… not telling him everything she knows about the curse.” Then, Sampo smiles at Nanook as he catches the coin. “She was so interesting I had to watch it all happen.”
Nanook puts his hands together on his lap. "I know the Grimoire. Some curses are very similar, but nothing exactly like The Withering is in there."
Sampo gives the Grimoire a tap and shoots Nanook a look. "You might want to look again." The God of Destruction reluctantly opens it just as Sampo turns around. "The Grimoire holds curses from all kinds of different creatures." When Nanook finally finds the missing pages, Sampo spins back around. "I'd like to say that I'm a proud author myself."
Nanook looks closer and his fears have been realised. There it is. At the end of the book written in blood red ink. 
"I'd been thinking about finding a guinea pig to test my curse," Sampo says. "Never thought the Grimoire going missing and having it land in Cupid's hands would be so helpful. Her potential truly brought out its true horror."
Nanook slowly looks at the mercenary, his gaze cold and sharp. "You... You were the one who created The Withering?"
"Well, Cupid was the one who brought it to life. But, I guess you could say I was the brains behind it all." Sampo smiles. "Hell is a marvellous place for dark inspiration. You should visit sometime, Nanook. It'd be right up your alley." Nanook tosses the book aside. But before he can stand, Sampo puts his hands on the chair's armrests, forcing Nanook back. "I know how hard you’re trying to help her… You and Lan. It’s cute how fond you two are of the God of Love, and I know you've been searching for answers." He takes out a blade but Nanook doesn't flinch. "But if you want them… let's start with changing that attitude of yours.”
“Drop it, Sampo.”
Sampo rolls his eyes as he turns around. “You were interrupting a perfectly good bonding moment, Lan. Since when did you two become such good friends, hm?”
"It's not your job to threaten us." Lan steps forward just as Nanook appears beside him. “...It's also not your job to get involved with humans.”
“Why are you so interested in Sampo?” Himeko asked.
Lan stood in front of her as Himeko put her papers down to give Lan her full attention when he mentioned Sampo. “Because he never does anything if he’s not paid for it.” Lan put his hands on Himeko’s table and leaned forward. “Why is he here, Himeko? And, you’d better tell me the truth.”
“Is that a threat?”
“I just don’t want anyone to die.”
“That might not be up to you to decide,” Himeko said, standing. “Sampo wasn’t lying. He’s here to eventually carry out Cupid’s wishes.”
“Yet I saw him with Stelle,” Lan said, leaning upright. “He says he's standing idly by until he has to do whatever he has to do. Then, tell me. Why is he wasting time visiting a human who has nothing to do with him?"
“What he does in his off time is not my concern.”
Lan stopped Himeko from taking another step. “Then, tell me. What choice does Cupid have to make?”
Himeko looked Lan in the eyes and said, “To save herself… or someone else.”
“Gosh, I didn’t know the girlie had a stalker,” Sampo says. He tosses the coin, and it freezes in midair. “I was simply being a good person by returning some of her memories.” He slowly walks towards the gods. “It’s only fair, isn’t it? Cupid never cursed her."
"You're still just a plain Jane mercenary." Nanook scoffs. "How would you have the power to do that?" 
Sampo's eyes turn dark. "I'm a mercenary who created one of the most powerful curses in history. Surrounding yourself with the right people... it'll get you places."
"Pfft. People." Nanook rolls his eyes. "Demons, you mean."
“I was there… on the night Cupid killed a woman." Sampo leans against a table. “It was quite a show.”
Stelle couldn’t tell if you were shaking as you held the grip of the sword that had pierced through the woman’s stomach.
“...My parents were horrible people,” you said as the woman dropped to her knees. “But, you were the one who couldn’t take responsibility for your actions. Falling in love with a noble. Abandoning Jing Yuan to the humans and returning to the Middle Kingdom to start a new life and save face. That was all you.” Before the woman could drop to the ground, you grabbed her arm. She slowly looked up at you as blood trickled down from one corner of her mouth. “You may have thought you were protecting them, but you turned your sons against each other.”
"I loved both of them," the woman said quietly, glaring at you. "There was never a day where I didn't think about Jing Yuan."
“You may have tried to kill me, but Young is dead because of you.” When you pulled the sword out, you could see the life slowly leaving her eyes. You reached into your hanfu and pulled out a vial with black mist. “I don’t want you to die,” you said. With one hand, you opened the vial and grabbed her by the throat. “I want you to suffer.”
Stelle couldn’t keep watching as you forced the woman to ingest the black mist. Then, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Told you it was gonna get ugly.” She spun around and saw the man she’d met moments ago. “Do you believe me now?”
“...Who are you?” she asked quietly.
Sampo smiled. “Someone who’s been watching from the sidelines.”
Stelle blinked once, and the man was gone, but she sensed someone behind her. When she spun around, she was knocked far from the bush she was hiding in. Her back hit a large tree trunk, and as she struggled to get up, she felt a blade near her cheek. When she slowly looked up, she saw your cold, dead eyes.
“Should I continue?” Sampo asks. “Or, are you starting to get anxious?”
“You—”
Lan holds up a hand to stop Nanook before stepping forward. “...How much does Stelle know?”
Sampo chuckles. “Are you afraid, Lan? Afraid that the more Stelle knows… the crazier she'll become?”
Nanook’s face pales. “Is that what you’re after? Are you fucking trying to start a bloodbath?”
“Now that’s going a little overboard,” Sampo says. “Cupid will eventually remember all of this. I’m just giving Stelle a small head start.”
“Why? So, Cupid can make her decision faster?” Lan asks. “Are you asking her to either sacrifice herself or kill Stelle all over again?”
“You forgot another possibility.”
Nanook scoffs. “You know a human can’t kill a god that easily. Stelle killing Cupid is out of the question.”
“Oh, but they can. Under the right circumstances that is.” The coin Sampo tossed suddenly shoots at Nanook who catches it with one hand. When he opens his palm, it's heads. “I’m always looking to make a little extra money.” With a little, sly smile, Sampo asks, “Should we make a bet?”
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“Pom!”
Pom will have given March a tighter hug if he isn’t in such a hurry to find you. Gepard comes out of the kitchen with two drinks.
“Hey, you’re right on time, Pom!”
Pom hurries inside and looks around. “Is Cupid and Dan Heng here yet?”
“They went to the nearby market with Stelle to grab some food.”
“What?” Pom looks at the clock. “How long have they been gone?”
March and Gepard look at each other. “Thirty minutes?” Gepard puts a cup on the counter. “When I got here, Stelle was already gone.”
Before either of them can say anything else, Pom is already out the door while taking out his phone.
Why aren’t you responding?
Dan Heng picks up some sauce off a shelf when he hears footsteps approaching him. He looks to the side and sees Stelle with a small smile.
“Hey.” Dan Heng puts the sauce in his basket just as Stells walks up to him. “Can I… ask you about Cupid?”
Unbeknownst to both of them, you’re directly on the other side, hearing everything that’s going on.
“What about her?” Dan Heng asks.
"Is she really a student?" Before he can answer, Stelle says, "...I saw her with your mother."
“...My mother?”
“She looked like her, at least,” Stelle says. “But just a little different… like a character from a fantasy novel. With horns and a tail.”
Your heart starts racing as does Dan Heng’s.
“Was this a dream?” Dan Heng asks.
“Sort of…” Then, quietly, “I’d like to think so.” Stelle looks Dan Heng in the eyes. “I actually asked Pom earlier. But he said something interesting.” A slight pause. “He said that he hopes I’ll trust him… and Cupid… and you.”
“...Stelle—”
“But I don’t know what he’s talking about. Is something going on?”
“It’s a long story.”
Stelle frowns. “Well, why does it seem like I'm involved if I saw Cupid kilk a woman who looked like your mother?”
Dan Heng fully faces her. “...You saw Cupid kill her?”
“A knife to the stomach.” Stelle crosses her arms. “She… forced some black mist—”
“How did you see this?” Dan Heng interrupts.
Stelle stiffens. “Did that really happen? Is that why you’re asking me?” She steps toward him. “What did I see?”
“Stelle.”
Dan Heng looks past his friend while Stelle turns around and sees you.
“...Can we talk?” you ask.
Chapter 24
End notes: The climax is coming. There's also a plot twist coming in the next chapter. A small hint: Is it really Cupid who killed Stelle? 🤔🤔
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leilost · 1 year
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i saw you mention some ocs in that tag-the-oc that’s always on your mind. i’d love to hear a little bit about them!
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I always describe Trishe Horton as a methodical plant enthusiast who's real intense about gardening and farming, bullet journaling/studying, and cooking for her loved ones. She's pan. She has a real soft earthy aesthetic that contrasts so well with her resting bitch face, firm tone, and dark humor.
I attach music genres to my ocs. It's how I make sense of them. Trishe isn't much of a music person (really my only oc where that's the case, pretty wild) but she's in the lofi beats, alt rock and folk rock, international jazz realms with a hint of r&b courtesy of her best friend, Di, another one of my ocs.
Trishe is hilarious to me. Her dialogue is so much fun, especially since her voice is in the lower register and the tone doesn't change too drastically when she speaks. Some examples of dialogue/Trishie actions:
"If I had the grim reaper’s number, I’d send him my location like three times a day. Just in case he wants to make his week a little more spicy. Perhaps break a few rules."
"Gender doesn’t create Haku. Haku creates gender,” Trishe explains. “That’s my claim. Furthermore, Haku is a dragon who disguises himself as an alleged human boy. So, that’s even more evidence that he doesn’t play by the rules of the straights. So, really, he’s genderless. Not androgynous at all if you look at the bigger picture. I can write a whole dissertation on this.”
Trishe would do these tedious dares like “Go outside and pick exactly 40 blades of grass with a pair of tweezers.” Everyone is like “We don’t have a lawn.” Trishe is like, “I’m aware,” with a dead serious face on.
She's very responsible despite how indifferent she is to hearing people describe her as such. She can't deny that she enjoys leading or facilitating things. Her tendency to be straightforward can get her in trouble, but she can and will provide cushion for loved ones whenever someone confronts her about it. Big reveal: She's actually one of my mushiest ocs.
If you ask her, she'll say she values honesty, spirituality and sour cream and onion chips.
Nadji White. This is my baby boy. He's been with me since I was like 13/14, and actually started out as a side character that I used to nurture one of my other characters for a bit, but as Nadj usually does he was like, "Naaaah, I'm stayin lol" and that he did.
Best way I can describe him is goofy new york nigga. Like, for real. He's always been that, but definitely has had some major development this year. Astronomical.
Lets start off with some random facts that come to mind. He's the eldest of four. He's heavy into comics (mainly Marvel) and viddy games. The genres of music I associate him with are (mainly...bc damn, he has so many playlists) diff kinds of rap but especially Chicago rap, funk - most of his music has funk elements, and alt r&b in the steve lacy/frank ocean arena. He also loves trap beats made from gaming music and old cartoon theme songs.
Also, he's very intense about cereal. Ask me to explain his theory about Kix. I dare you.
Nadji draws! Ask him and he'll say he's a graffiti artist first. Started out doing caricature art in high school, then moved to comics and graffiti and street art on both wall and canvas. He has an art collective that he puts together over the years, starting in high school (that I still haven't named lol). They too are my faves.
All of them brought together because of art but they like to think of themselves as a "we do whatever the fuck we feel" kind of crew so there are musicians, actors, and models. There's a photographer/filmmaker, someone crochets and makes rugs, someone does hair, they do comedy sketches, there's a fashion designers, someone paints. another dances. And so on.
Nadj is definitely a problematic fave. He can be a sweetie, but he's so damn mean when he wants to be. As well as selfish. Stupid lol. His growth as a character is one that even surprises me. Oh also should mention he is indeed a part of the alphabet mafia.
I'll leave it there for now. Thank you for asking bout my babies.
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livewireprojects · 3 months
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My past weirdly Bleedman inspired characters
I contemplated posting this cause it was weird & I felt like talking about past shit but forgot about it. I'm posting it now cause I found a video talking about Grimm Tales from Down Below & how weird it was. For some reason it made me decided to make this post.
Before I say anything I want to say I don't follow Bleedman anymore & mostly only followed/was a fan of him when I was a kid. I say this because Grimm Tales(along with many other stuff) was weird & as a child I was oblivious of how Mini Mandy's affection towards Junior was.(Nor understood how weird some shit was)
That being said another explanation(that this post was meant to start off with) is that when I was a child before I realized that I should look up the Bleedman comics my only way to watch them was to hope someone put the comics up in videos.(Like how I use to find dounjishi in the wild west of Youtube when people could put anime/cartoon episodes in 3 parts) I was able to watch a little of Sugar Bits & a lot of the early comics of Bleedman's PPG comic. Anything I knew that wasn't in the comics was in AMV stuff.(A specific one I saw had These Words I'll Never Say by Avril Lavigne)
These characters were inspired by Grimm Tales from Down Below & their story is based on what I originally thought Grimm Tales was about cause I've often had weird moments of random guessing. I'd see bits about something & cause I was unable to see the whole thing my imagination would go wild. An example is the movie Home(with the purple aliens) I was under the impression the girl/human companion/main character was a teen that had issues/a fight with her mom that led to running away from home & now she wants to find her mom & make amends. In reality it's a girl that was dealing with the invasion for a few days(hard to tell due to passing at the start) trying to cope with the kidnapping of her mom when they were getting use to having moved to a new home & was trying to find her missing mom.
So as I said these two characters are inspired by what I thought Grim Tales was from what little I knew from AMV videos.(Which at the very least had the prologue pages were Junior & Minnie were visiting the flowers & a pic of Minnie being torn apart) I don't remember when I made these sketches just know I tried to recreate the Bleedman art style. I have no idea if I could do this again & do not want to try.
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The idea is some how this teen girl managed to get stuck in hell with no idea how to get home. The grim reaper's apprentice ends up making friends with her & the two end up on an adventure through hell as the apprentice tries to help his friend return home unharmed.
The idea is that she does eventually make it back home after a long adventure but are separated since the apprentice doesn't belong there. If you want a bittersweet ending then going the ragdoll route then the apprentice fails to keep her safe leading to the girl getting torn apart. The apprentice with help manages to put her back together as a ragdoll but thanks to all of this she's unable to return home however she & the apprentice are able to stay together as friends & go on more adventures together.
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I dunno how I came up with the names but I guess I named these two Juliet & Cody at some point. Looking at these pictures I think at one point I was going to turn them into talking sprites for a game I never got to.
Juliet: A stubborn/strong willed girl that some how fell into the underworld or something managed to drag her in. While curious about the place she's currently stuck in Juliet would really like to go home. The skulls in her ponytails are pendants meant to protect her on her journey through the underworld to find a way home as well as make people think she's associated with the Grim Reaper as a way to leave her alone. Cody has one on one of his ears & it seems Juliet has managed to break through his distant behavior. Despite her stubborn/at times headstrong behavior she can have a friendly side & sometimes teases Cody.
Cody: Cody is the apprentice of the Grim Reaper, he at some point use to be a teenager that ended up dead/taken to the underworld. His appearance has become altered over time partly thanks to his boss trying to both repair him & make Cody stronger. The Grim Reaper despite his stern behavior & dark nature seems to consider Cody his son. Cody doesn't like his boss & this might add into Cody's often distant behavior. Despite this he seems to have managed to make a few connections & seems to be willing to help out in certain situations. There are moments were he still acts possibly like how he use to be before ending up in the underworld, he doesn't like the fact he's short.
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I dunno why I drew this, I actually had to alter it a little
Cody doesn't like the fact Juliet is making fun of him for being short. This also shows what memes were popular at the time kind of.
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renegadewangs · 3 years
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Van Zieks - the Examination, part 2
Warnings: SPOILERS for The Great Ace Attorney: Chronicles. Additional warning for racist sentiments uttered by fictional characters (and screencaps to show these sentiments).
Disclaimer: (see Part 1 for the more detailed disclaimer.) - These posts are not meant to be taken as fact. Everything I'm outlining stems from my own views and experiences. If you believe that I've missed or misinterpreted something, please let me know so I can edit the post accordingly.  -The purpose of these posts is an analysis, nothing more. Please do not come into these posts expecting me to either defend Barok van Zieks from haters, nor expecting me to encourage the hatred. - I'm using the Western release of The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles for these posts, but may refer to the original Japanese dialogue of Dai Gyakuten Saiban if needed to compare what's said. This also means I’m using the localized names and localized romanization of the names to stay consistent. -It doesn't matter one bit to me whether you like Barok van Zieks or dislike him. However, I will ask that everyone who comments refrains from attacking real, actual people.
It’s time to take a close look at Episode 3, The Runaway Room!
Episode 3: The Runaway Room.
We're skipping the first two cases, as they have no relevance to Barok van Zieks, and starting off here.
So Ryu is tossed into the deep. The Lord Chief Justice tells him that he’s basically the defendant’s only hope; if he doesn’t at least try to fight in court, McGilded will lose the trial and die for sure. (HAH… Good one, Stronghart.) So Ryu falls for this would-be motivational speech and heads for the courthouse where he finds out why McGilded doesn’t have a defense attorney to begin with; it’s because of the prosecution. No one dares to go up against Lord Barok van Zieks, also known as the Reaper of the Old Bailey, because all who he prosecutes are damned. This should sound familiar to anyone who’s played an Ace Attorney game before. ‘The prosecution has never been defeated before’ is the implication, which would initially lead us to believe Van Zieks is another one of those prodigies. Sure enough, Susato points out he must be very talented, to which McGilded replies that Van Zieks is not talented, rather, he’s cursed. This sets the mood even further. With words like “Reaper” and “curse” being tossed around, we’re sooner reminded of a prosecutor like Simon Blackquill, who was a convicted murderer wielding psychological manipulation techniques. Either way, with the grim atmosphere set, Ryu is ushered into the courtroom before he can ask any more questions.
As a sidenote, McGilded really scored some negative points with this remark:
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Feels a bit softened compared to how fan translations tackled that line, but a nasty jab all the same.
So anyway, entering the courtroom we get our first look at Van Zieks and if the foreshadowing in the Defendant Antechamber wasn’t already bad enough, he honors his eerie reputation.
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So far, he’s meeting the requirements then. He’s intimidating and as a wealthy white man, he’s perfectly juxtaposed to Ryu, the rookie from another country. Meanwhile, the first micro-aggression of this trial is actually uttered by the judge:
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Which also makes narrative sense. Ryu’s more practical goal isn’t to win the prosecution’s trust. Heck, he could get through any trial just fine with Van Zieks’s dislike. No, what he needs is to win over the judge and the members of the jury. For them to also hold prejudice but put that aside in order to side with the truth is another important end-game here. So let’s continue. Van Zieks also has something to say here:
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Initially, the remark about Ryu’s eyes might read as a typical racist jab towards someone from the East, but he is in fact referring to the way Ryu’s eyes are ‘swimming’ when he’s nervous, as evidenced by the next lines. “They shroud your fear, your doubt, your trepidation… They run wild, clinging to some phantom notion of courage.” Van Zieks is saying that while Ryu puts up a brave front, his swimming eyes betray just how nervous and unsure of his cause he really is. So really, he’s targeting the fact that Ryu is new to the courts. He did, however, make a point of tossing the word “Nipponese” in there when he didn’t need to, drawing attention to Ryu’s race in a derogatory fashion.
After the jurors are introduced, something else of interest happens. The judge points out that Van Zieks hasn’t been seen in the courtroom in a number of years. The judge had assumed that Van Zieks had renounced his fame, to which he replies with the following:
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This is a very telling line. We learn several things. Firstly, Van Zieks had retired, and secondly, he doesn’t seem to think too highly of his title of Reaper. If he did, he would have gloated. To describe his reputation as infamy implies negative associations with this ‘curse’ that McGilded spoke of. Putting these two things together, one might conclude he retired because of this curse. When asked why he’s returned to the courts, he says that he’ll leave that to the judge’s imagination. So there’s hints of a backstory already being tossed in before the trial’s even properly kicked off.
Which it does now. So the opening statement happens as always and witnesses are brought in, but once it’s done Ryu interjects to say that he doesn’t understand the circumstances. ‘How could the witnesses have seen the inside of a moving carriage’? It shocks the entire courtroom and Van Zieks is the one to speak:
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“-But you’re here in London yourself. Are you really so ignorant about our omnibuses? Tell me, my Nipponese friend… Have you even travelled in an omnibus?”
I have to be honest, I struggled to pinpoint just how I felt about these remarks. Sure, I can overanalyze this, looking at how the words “I’d read-” imply he doesn’t know the following sentiment to be true and therefore doesn’t feel confident enough to say something like “I knew-”... But it doesn’t change that he’s being scummy here. In a roundabout way, he’s still saying Japan is far less civilised than Britain and that Ryu is extra ignorant for not knowing about omnibuses when he’s in London. So basically, he gets scumbag points for this. But then there’s…:
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Which is just a basic jab at Ryu’s intelligence. It’s the sort of remark we’d get from every single prosecutor. I think even Klavier would say this sort of line with a smile on his face.
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But definitely more scumbag points here, because this was a direct attack in more ways than one. Particularly the word “stray” was uncalled for. CEO of Racism, indeed. Something very interesting happens when the knife gets pulled into the story halfway into the first cross-examination, though. When Ryu asks about it, Van Zieks replies with this:
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He’s… actually being civil? (I doublechecked with Scarlet Study, and they are in agreement on the timid nature of this line, translating “yes, Counsel” as “Quite so”.) Instead, Van Zieks turns his attention to the fact that there’s an M on the sheath, directing all his offensive attitude towards McGilded. It gets even more curious when the last juror refuses to cast a guilty verdict, instead talking about what a good man she believes McGilded to be. Van Zieks says:
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So he’s not only frustrated with McGilded now, he’s frustrated with the people of London for not knowing what sort of person McGilded really is. Van Zieks reveals he’s a dirty money lender who gained his fortune through corrupt means. He even takes the time to inform Ryu of this with the words “Your client is a shylock, sir!” Edit: I feel a need to address this: shylock is a word with antisemitic roots. It originally came from a Shakespeare play involving a very bad stereotype. It later evolved to have a more broad meaning basically synonymous to loan shark and I think that’s the context the localization means to use it in. There’s absolutely no indication of McGilded’s religious beliefs and even if there were, I highly doubt the localization would use that sort of slur. Still, it’s a very unfortunate choice of words and is sure to accidentally sour Van Zieks even more with some players.
With that, the last juror votes, the scale tips towards Guilty and Van Zieks assumes the trial to be over. He thanks the jurors for their work. Unfortunately, once Susato brings up the Summation Examination, Van Zieks gets very frustrated again. This happens:
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IIII don’t know what to do with this line. On first glance, I didn’t think much of it and was even willing to consider it was a compliment. Then I thought it must’ve been passive aggressive somehow; that it’s the sort of thing he wouldn’t believe until he’d seen it with his own eyes. A friend directed me to the notion that it might be referencing a stereotype that ‘Eastern women are fierce’ because they were associated with, well, certain ‘paid services’. I don’t think I need to explain, I’m sure you understand what I mean. And if indeed that’s what Barok is insinuating, that’s a new low I never thought he’d reach. However, when you’ve finished the games and know that Barok was friends with a married Japanese man, it’s entirely possible that he’s remembering a story once told to him by Genshin Asogi. So this is either a bittersweet reminiscence or the most scumbag association he ever could’ve made, but I’m not sure we can ever prove which it is. Edit: As another option, it’s possible he’s referring to the Yamato Nadeshiko stereotype, if indeed it already held the ‘touch of iron’ aspect to it back in 1900. He proceeds to toast his hallowed chalice to “the enigmatic East” and to be honest, I’ve once again got nothing. All I know is that he once again drew attention to the defense’s race when he didn’t need to, so… Scumbag point. As a sidenote, in regards to the wine… I don’t count this as a humanizing trait. The same applies to the leg slam. These are animations meant to add some more lighthearted air and breathe more life into Van Zieks, so he doesn’t just stand there like a statue. They’re just quirks meant to have him stand out from other characters. So yeah, fun as the wine and leg slam animations are, they don’t count in the redemption requirements. Anyway, Van Zieks mocks the age of Susato’s book, saying that judging by its bindings it must be fifty years old. Considering the context of the conversation, this isn’t out of bounds. The defense is using ‘outdated’ information on the law, so he points that out. Any prosecutor would’ve done it like this. Simon Blackquill likely would’ve offered to shred that outdated tome to bits for Susato. Van Zieks does toss in a “Hmph, typical Nipponese” later though, which earns him one more scumbag point. Van Zieks continues to dismiss the Summation Examination, but the judge overrules him and allows it. Law is law, after all! And this is what I meant in my previous post when I said it’s satisfying to see Ryu use actual British law against Van Zieks. Ryu is using a perfectly legitimate technique to win the jurors over, and as Susato tells him, he can only do it by turning the jurors against one another with facts. He can’t appeal to them, he can only have them see sense. Which is difficult, because some jurors are more prejudiced than others:
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… Yeah. Uh. Calling Ryu a “Dark Jinx” is pretty awful. Scumbag points for Juror No. 1! Meanwhile, Juror No. 4 keeps us updated on Barok’s actions throughout this trial:
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Wow. Typical prosecutor behavior, though. Regardless, Ryu manages to win them all over in the end. With enough of the scales set back to not-guilty, the trial is allowed to continue, which leads to this:
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Bye, hallowed chalice. A fun animation to keep things fresh and show us that the trial is about to take a turn. Once again, nothing new. We’ve seen prosecutors lose their patience before. What does interest me, though, is that Barok doesn’t direct physical frustration towards the defense. Remember: Franziska snaps a whip at Phoenix, Godot throws coffee at his head, Blackquill sends a hawk to attack the defense or uses that aijutsu slicing move, Nahyuta throws restricting beads… These were all direct physical attacks. Van Zieks, much like Edgeworth and Klavier, directs his frustration more inward and as a result he destroys his own property.
He succeeds in intimidating Ryu, though. Van Zieks explains that he kept silent, as is the norm during Examination Summation, but makes it clear that he considers it a charade all the same.
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Van Zieks has been a pretty good gentleman towards the jury up until now, speaking to them politely despite that one remark about having their head in the clouds. Now that he’s seeing them ‘buy into Ryu’s stories’, as one might describe it, he’s getting frustrated with them. Maybe he’s even frustrated they’re choosing the defense’s side over his own.
He removes his cloak, entering what he says to be the next round of their ‘battle’. More typical prosecutor behavior, this. I’m not sure there’s an underlying thought to this, other than to indicate to the audience that ‘things have gotten serious’. When the next bit of testimony is going on, I noticed something odd. Both Fairplay and Furst testify to having seen blood on McGilded’s hands, to which Van Zieks says:
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“... Reported that there was no trace of blood on Mr. McGilded’s gloved hands.” So in a way, by establishing this fact, he’s helping the defense and going against what the witnesses are saying. It doesn’t help the prosecution in any way at all.
The trial continues on, with Van Zieks uttering things like “My Nipponese friend” and “my learned friend from the East” and lord knows what else… I suppose to soften the harshness of the original wording a bit and make Van Zieks just a bit less dislikable? Edit: Tumblr user @beevean​ has pointed out that “my learned friend” is an actual term used in courts of law. There’s a tradition (also employed in British courts of law) that when addressing either the court or the judge, a barrister refers to the opposing counsel using the respectful term, "my learned friend". Of course, it can be said with an air of passive aggression and pretending to be respectful to the court while shamelessly disrespecting it is something Barok has always done, so the addition of “my learned friend” to the localization text is amazingly in-character. Then of course we have:
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This is both a scumbag remark and foreshadowing. Naturally, those playing the game for the first time won’t recognize it as the latter and therefore take it as nothing more than a harsh blow. Things spiral even further out of control when he starts talking about how people who claim the island nations of the Far East have a learning and culture of their own use those terms ill-advisedly. He also uses the words “artless backwater” and really, this is the low point of the trial right here when it comes to prejudice. Van Zieks is just plain lashing out with these sort of jabs.
Eventually, McGilded is dragged onto the witness stand to testify about whether or not there was another passenger aboard the omnibus. McGilded admits that there was, and Van Zieks snaps at him some more for using convenient excuses. Ryu is forgotten here for a moment. The whole smoke bomb thing happens, Van Zieks confers with McGilded and Gina in his own chambers, then the trial resumes. McGilded testifies, then Gina testifies… The jury votes not-guilty, buying into McGilded’s story about protecting a poor young pickpocket and Van Zieks loses it. He slams his heel down on the bench, pointing out that this is why he doesn’t like the jury system; because emotions are ruling where evidence and facts ought to be paramount. He points out while the cubbyhole Gina had been hiding in was empty now, it had been full of the coachman’s belongings during the police investigation. Someone tampered with the omnibus. This is where things get interesting, because Van Zieks addresses Ryu:
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He’s giving Ryu the benefit of the doubt here. He’s offering an option for Ryu to be truthful about this matter. And that’s curious, because any defense attorney would naturally say what’s best for his client- or so it’s assumed. It puts Ryu in a difficult position for sure, but for some reason Van Zieks put the question forward anyway. The game responds as follows:
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For the sake of argument, I attempted all three options. So when Ryu says he didn’t look, Van Zieks says: “Hm… Perhaps I credited you with too much intelligence.”
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So when feigning ignorance, Van Zieks is kind of a scumbag about it. He is correct in his expectation that any attorney worth his badge would thoroughly examine the details of the evidence, but he didn’t need to be such a jerk about it. Now, when outright lying and saying it was empty, Van Zieks instead says:
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The lines are very similar, which is an interesting note. It adds a feel of these responses being 'rehearsed', in a way. Just a default for him to fall back to. But the real kicker comes when Ryu tells the truth and says it wasn’t empty. Van Zieks is actually speechless at first with no more than a “...!” Clearly, he wasn’t expecting Ryu to respond like this. Everyone in court is baffled, McGilded gets angry… Van Zieks is a bit rattled now.
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“Your task is to defend the man in the stand. Why would you say something to compromise his position?”
So really, it seems as if Van Zieks had only ever offered the question to Ryu with pessimistic intentions. He too had assumed there was only one answer the defense could give and was prepared for just that with his silly little wine analogies, only to be shocked when Ryu defies his expectations. Ryu confesses that he’s not entirely sure on where he stands in the matter, to which Van Zieks replies with “... Interesting.” 
So now the jury members are doubting themselves again, with some offering guilty verdicts. Van Zieks decides to honor the ‘Scales of Justice’ once more now that they’re back in his favor, like the hypocrite he is. Gina testifies, Ryu points out an inconsistency, Van Zieks takes that opportunity to turn the tables back in his favor by implying Gina is a liar… He passive aggressively thanks Ryu for saving him considerable trouble and whatnot with some more “my learned Nipponese friend” remarks in there… Ryu turns the tables once more by insisting the victim came into the omnibus through the skylight, Van Zieks demands evidence and points out that furthermore, if indeed such a thing had happened, the witnesses on the roof would’ve seen it. McGilded hops into the conversation to imply that the witnesses themselves were the killers, which sends the court into a frenzy. Both Van Zieks and the judge shift the responsibility of the accusation towards Ryu, even though he never said a word to directly accuse the witnesses. Kind of a douchey move. Barok even states that Ryu’s ‘command of the English tongue must be wanting’, since
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Yeahhh, that's pretty unfair. McGilded was the one who dropped that implication. However, since the judge basically accuses Ryu of the same thing, it’s a narrative choice to warn Ryu he needs to anticipate where his reasoning will lead him. Fairplay and Furst testify, pandemonium ensues. McGilded eventually gets what he wants when it’s revealed the skylight can open and there’s blood in there. Van Zieks once again turns his attention to McGilded:
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He knows McGilded is at the root of all this tomfoolery and evidence manipulation. McGilded is the real enemy here, in Van Zieks’s eyes. The conversation shows this by having Van Zieks point out that he’s well aware of McGilded’s involvement in dubious matters and that evidence is often ‘adapted’ to suit this guy’s stories. And now, once again, he turns his attention to Ryu. Once again, he’s giving the defense the benefit of the doubt:
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The game gives you the illusion of choice here. If you choose to say it’s ‘out of the question’ that the evidence was tampered with, Ryu will refuse to say it out loud. If you say it’s entirely possible, Ryu will admit to that.
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This is probably baffling to Van Zieks. It would’ve been so easy for Ryu to insist the tampering couldn’t have happened, but he doesn’t. The game won’t even let him. No matter what you choose, Van Zieks is clued in on the fact that Ryu doesn’t condone the deceit that McGilded is resorting to. But it gets even better, because a short time later, we get:
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Another option to either draw attention to forgery, or to feign ignorance. Once again, I chose both options for argument’s sake, but having Ryu say he has no idea doesn’t get us anywhere. Susato will instead object to say it for him. With “I have an inkling”, Ryu says it himself. Van Zieks once again confesses, in his own words, that he’s caught off guard.
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Ryu clarifies that he thinks the blood stain inside the omnibus is decisive evidence, but he can’t say for certain whether it’s genuine. McGilded loses it and by this point, is outright branding Van Zieks an enemy. Since the player at this point doesn't know whether McGilded is guilty or not, it leaves Van Zieks in a bit of narrative limbo. One might think: 'if the prosecutor is so intent on taking down a murderer, shouldn't we be on his side? Is he perhaps not as bad as he seems?' Unfortunately, McGilded points out that recollection and memories don’t matter, only evidence does. And… Well.
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Which means they can’t rule on a guilty verdict and will have to let McGilded go. Van Zieks admits that he has no more witnesses or evidence to present. He’s out of options. As a formality, the judge asks the defense’s closing statement and we get one last option. Do we believe him to be guilty or not-guilty? When claiming he’s innocent, Van Zieks says:
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It seems he means “abject” in the sense of “without pride/respect/dignity for oneself”, which… You know, is fair. By this point it’s very clear that McGilded is guilty, and since Ryu has already admitted that the evidence may be forged, insisting otherwise is indeed pretty spineless. Scumbag points to Van Zieks for continuing to draw attention to the fact that Ryu is from Japan, though.
Let’s instead just admit that we can’t say for certain McGilded is innocent. Unfortunately, we don’t see Van Zieks react to this, which is a bummer because this could’ve been very telling. The judge questions Ryu’s sanity (no joke) and McGilded laughs because it doesn’t matter; it was just a formality anyway. The judge scolds Van Zieks, saying that his case was flawed and it was his job to keep the evidence secure. Instead of objecting, Van Zieks just outright takes the blame for this and apologizes. Very interesting reaction, here. He stops pointing the finger to McGilded, he doesn’t attempt to accuse anyone else… He just admits his performance was flawed. Ryu tries to interject here:
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(A badly-timed screenshot if I’ve ever seen one.) Ryu is making an attempt here to defend Van Zieks, the guy who has built up like 20 scumbag points by now. Ryu sincerely doesn’t hold a grudge against him. That’s very interesting. It doesn’t matter, though. The judge won’t hear of it, Ryu thinks it’s unfair, Van Zieks warns McGilded that this isn’t over and then we get the not-guilty verdict.
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Hurray??? Profit??? It’s a victory that’s bound to leave the player feeling conflicted and jarred.
But after all’s said and done, we get one last cutscene to establish just how ominous Van Zieks really is. The omnibus is on fire, someone is inside and we know McGilded went into the courtroom earlier to investigate the omnibus in question. So really, by putting two and two together we can already guess what’s going on here. Van Zieks approaches the scene and watches silently.
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It’s a good reminder to us that every defendant he prosecutes is ‘damned’ and he’s called the Reaper for a reason. Really puts the finishing touch on the eerie undertones of his character.
All in all, a pretty typical first time against a new prosecutor. Now I just want to draw attention to the fact that the first time we face Van Zieks in court… he’s actually on the right side of the courtroom and Ryu is not. Van Zieks presumably specifically returned to the court after those five years to target McGilded, as he knows about this guy’s shady reputation when it comes to ‘adapting’ evidence. Barok is 'cursed' in such a way that every defendant he faces is damned. So long as he stands as the prosecutor, McGilded can’t get away with his crimes. No matter how much forgery is done, the Reaper will go after McGilded and it seems Van Zieks was banking on this happening.
He likely also expected Ryu to have been bought off by McGilded; to say whatever’s convenient for his case. Turns out, Ryu is actually a man of integrity who’s invested in the truth and near the end of the trial, Barok has seen evidence of this. So what will happen next? We’ll have to play The Clouded Kokoro and find out! Stay tuned!
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jupitermelichios · 3 years
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On a more possitive note, I’ve started watching Sword Art Online. It’s one of the worst things I’ve ever seen (and the last film I saw in cinemas was Cats to give you context for the scale i’m working on here) and I kind of adore it in much the same way I love garbage like Smallville or Twilight. It’s so stupid on so many levels. You could challenge someone to write the worst anime, and it would almost certainly be better than SAO. It’s almost hypnotic how terrible it is.
No one should watch this terrible terrible show so I therefore don’t feel at all bad that I’m about the spoil absolutely everything, but honestly if you do also hate-watch this please come talk to me about how terrible it is. I don’t know anyone else who watches it.
Highlights of Season 1 include:
everyone is trapped in an MMO, and if you die in the MMO you die IRL. but if you were a beta-tester you’re probably fine because they just let them keep all their levels and items from the testing, so they’re all massively OP and everyone just accepts this as a normal and non-game-breaking thing
it’s a fantasy MMO but there’s no races, no magic system, no weapons except swords and maces, and not even an option to dual wield - literally all you can do in this fucking game is stand in front of an enemy and mash the attack button. I’m pretty sure they’re trapped there because the devs realised no one would play this post launch-day otherwise because it’s boring as shit
when the villain traps everyone he also just changs all their avatars to look like they do IRL for absolutely no reason, like actually none, he doesn’t even say he thinks it would be funny, he just does it and no one questions it and it is literally never mentioned again because this is the worst TV show ever animated.
in the second episode the main character deliberately witholds information about how to defeat a boss, indirectly causing multiple deaths. there is absolutely no reason for him to withhold it, he was just being a jerk because he doesn’t like people
in the third episode they reset his entire personality and he’s now a selfless hero pretending to be a lower level than he really is so people will find him more relateable and be his friend because all he wants is to help people. this is not a consequence of episode 2, they just decided they didnt like the character as he’d previously been written.
he makes some new friends who are all objectively terrible people who have decided for no season that the twelve year old who doesn’t really know how to play and keeps having anxiety attacks about the very real possibility of death has to be the guild tank. the MC is high enough level to be functionally immortal in like half the levels, but doesn’t tell anyone this he just lets them go on bullying this child
none of his friends survive that episode, in the game or IRL. which is also a christmas epsiode. a child dies in battle because she’s a terrible tank and then a man commits suicide out of guilt, so then the main character murders santa to try and bring them back from the actual dead but it doesn’t work because again, this is a video game and they are dead IRL, so then he walks off into the snow alone. Christmas!
we meet the best character in the entire show in episode 4, Rosalia, who has gone evil and started just straight murdering people because she’s sick of being an attractive adult woman who can’t get a date because she’s surrounded by lolicons who are only interested in the preteen characters (not a joke, that comes up, the show is firmly on the side of the lolicons)
in the same episode we get an extended bra and panty sequence staring an actual fucking child, like canonically this character is maybe 13 at best. this is one of only 2 occaisions when they feel the need to undress a character and it’s the fucking 12 year old, it’s so gross it reads like a parody of itself
literally every single named female character aged over 8 who talks to the MC falls in love with him after like 5 minutes (and in season 2 this includes his actual sister). he shows absolutely no interest in any of them (including his sister, thank god) until...
the main character gets engaged to a girl he only knows from an MMO after a virtual single date (he doesn’t actually win her in a PVP match but only because he looses the match, he 100% canonically tries to win her in a match, which she is apparently fine with). he then doesn’t bother to ask for her real name until the final episode, he just calls her by her screen name
(that’s okay though becuase it turns out that this moron of a love interest used her real name, on a local server, in a game where your character looks like you do IRL, because apparently getting doxxed is her hobby)
they then get in-game married off screen. there’s not even like a still of a wedding photo. nothing. the main character proposes and then the show immediately jumps to the honeymoon, it’s fucking bizarre.
they find a creepy child dressed all in white with no memory alone in the woods a week into their honeymoon who starts calling them mommy and daddy literally seconds after they first meet her, and they don’t suspect anything suss is going on and adopt her
for hilarity bear in mind the main character may only be 15 at this point (he says he’s only just turned 16 in the last epsiode, but his actual birthday is never mentioned), and his virtual wifu is 16, but no one ever questions the marriage or the adoption, even though ‘hey marriage in a video game is as important and meaningful as marriage in real life’ is an actual conversation people have multiple times. also they think the child they adopt is an actual IRL 8 year old who thinks these randos she met in an MMO are her mum and dad and everyone just goes with that like it’s a totally normal thing
a character called ‘Thinker’ agrees to meet an enemy faction leader for peace talks. the “peace talks” take place in a high level dungeon and he is told to come alone with no weapons and no fast travel. he does this. no one ever comments that his name is ironic, and in fact they seem to think that being betrayed and trapped in a dungeon with a boss is a totally unexpected turn of events Thinker could never have planned for
they take their new baby into the dungeon to rescue thinker, because they went to the jean grey school of baby rearing, and she imediately reveals that she’s actually a magical maggufin with infinite power, murders the grim reaper, and then dies. In literally the second episode she’s in
after she dies the MC hacks the admin account of the game, converts her corpse into an in game item, and saves to the local storage on his console, with the intention of bringing her back to life as a robot once they’re saved from the game. I’m not joking, that’s an actual thing that happens.
the fact that the main character can just access the main admin account and make massive game-breaking changes isn’t used again in that game and he never thinks to try and use it to force log people out or give himself infinite life so he can just rush the game and free everyone. nope, convert a corpse into an item and then never think about it again.
there’s an entire episode where all they do is go fishing. its the only filler episode in the season, and it immediately follows the death of a small child. it’s the most tone-deaf beach episode in writing history
it turns out this game, this game where they didn’t bother coding in any difference races, weapons, or any kind of magic system, was intended to have fully sentient AI therapists, because why the fuck not at this point honestly
oh also the game has PVP and you can trick the game into thinking a sleeping player is in PVP with you in order to actually murder a real person without it flagging in-game as a murder making the crime impossible for the real life legal system to investigate even though you just murdered a person. and they expect us to believe this game had actual beta testers. at least cyberpunk wasn’t played on microwaves you connected straight to your brain (also not a joke, the VR consoles canonically work by sending microwave radiation into your brain, no wonder VR never caught on)
the set up for the show is that they have to reach level 100 of a dungeon in order to win. At level 75, the writers got bored and the show just ends.
it turns out the power of love allows you to just break the fucking game and the main villain literally has a line about how ‘love allows you to remove debuffs, huh, we didn’t think to plan for that’ because again, there’s no metaphors in this show, everything is 100% literal including the fact that falling in love with another player means you’re immune to the paralysis status effect
power of love also allows you to very briefly become a poltergeist after being killed, but only for like 2 seconds. again not a joke or a metaphor, main character is killed but then gets to hang around as a ghost for a little bit to enable him to defeat the boss. he also doesn’t die in real life despite that being the entire fucking premise of the show, again because power of love.
the bad guy literally has no plan, he’s just doing shit for the sake of having something to do. His actions directly cause the deaths of more than 4,000 people, and it’s not even in aid of anything. they ask him why he trapped 10,000 people in an MMO and allowed them to slowly die, and he’s just like ‘huh, i forgot i did that, random’ and then just fucking peaces out
the fact that he committed one of the largest mass killings outside of war never really comes up again, as far as we know he doesn’t even go to jail. i think the show actually kind of thinks he’s a good guy, which is a fucking WILD moral stance to take on the deaths of 4000 completely innocent people for absolutely no reason
If this sounds hilari-bad but you don’t want to invest the time to watch a show which is objectively garbage, it has an abridged series which is famously better than the show it’s parodying (i’m dead serious, people have character arcs, the getting married after one date thing is properly addressed, the mc has to deal with PTSD because of all his friends dying in epsidode 3, they don’t immediately follow the death of a child with an extended fishing montage, the villain has an actual plan). It’s mostly actually pretty good, but this is the internet and it’s an abridged series, so while there are a lot fewer yikes moments than most it still has enough that I’m not comfortable recommending it without the caveat. that said I still enjoyed it a lot, although possibly not at much as pointing and laughing at the garbage that is the actual show.
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thefinalyeehaw · 3 years
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(Obey Me Fic) Deathly Hearts {Ch. 1 - Arrival}
Killian didn’t know what to expect of the Devildom. Her knowledge of the realm was solely based on books and tales of her father’s younger days as he had been good allies with the Demon Lord. Diavolo had spoken about his home realm during his stay, now Killian regretted not asking further questions. Especially after she agreed to become a lab rat to the demon prince’s social experiment. His decree caused an uproar in her father’s court, shouting of royal advisers and loud gossiping among members of the reapscape’s nobility flooded the otherwise organized hall.
Among the chaos, her father sat on his throne, quietly observing the unleashed mayhem as she stared, shocked at Diavolo. The demon prince stood unflappable, the midst of the yelling and arguing, his eyes trained on her. The golden hues pierced her icy eyes, and his radiant smile remained unbreakable as a few irate advisors began to hurl thinly-veiled insults, stabbing at the demon prince’s character and integrity. Killian knew Diavolo didn’t care; the advisors could throw stones at him like a humorless jester telling bad jokes, he would still stand tall and proud as he awaited her answer.
Killian felt her father’s steely gaze latch onto her; he also awaited her answer. Usually, Killian felt graceful that her father always let her make her own decisions, but at that moment, she wished he had said something. Anything.
As she expected, her father remained silent as he stood up, his towering frame immediately silencing the hall. Her father turned to her, his dark eyes joining a hundred pairs piercing her; All awaiting an answer.
She didn’t know why she said yes. Diavolo’s dream was one that Killian shared; she also envisioned unity among the realms. But a dream is just a dream, a wild fantasy that will never come true. Diavolo’s idea was too outlandish; she couldn’t fathom reapers that won’t be a Ravished or an outcast in the Devildom, let alone a human.
Demons would tear a human to pieces the moment they stepped foot in the realm of the demons. Killian has witnessed many aftermaths of demons’ ravenous hunger for humans, to confirm that fact. But Diavolo wouldn’t listen even if she begged him on her knees as it wasn’t her place, much to her dismay. She was only a guest at the Devildom. Her only goal is to participate as a student for a year and report back to her father about her own opinion on the program.
Nothing more and nothing less.
“Welcome to the Devildom, Killian!”
A smile graced her face, her eyes landing on Diavolo as the mist of his transport spell vanished. Standing in the center of a raised judge panel, his already large frame looked gigantic as the demon prince peered down at the reaper. She recognized his signature red ankle-length coat, the crimson of his clothes heavily contradicting the large assembly hall’s violet and black scheme. Diavolo’s face brightens as he takes in her form, his gold eyes practically glow with excitement in the dimness.
“I’m honored to be here. I was starting to think that you forgot about me.” Her mask’s lips curled into a grin as the magic-infused in the porcelain mirrors her facial expressions. Killian didn’t usually wear a mask; her arrival to the Devildom coincided with the Melachonia festival in her home realm. Not wanting to break tradition, she decided to partake in the porcelain mask tradition during those significant months, though its appearance made her stick out like a sore thumb.
Diavolo chuckled at her tease, “Killian, you are someone who isn’t easily forgotten,” His gold eyes twinkled gleefully. “I do apologize for the delay. We had some difficulties with bringing Mattie to RAD.” Diavolo’s gaze shifted past the reaper, who turned to follow his stare.
A small distance behind her stood a human; their aura confirmed it. The person flinched when they noticed her glance, their eyes widening at the sight of her mask. They stood shorter than her, about chin-height to her. Killian noted they were cute, admiring the human’s olive skin and dyed teal hair, styled into a chin-length choppy bob, framing their round face and button nose.
Killian smiled, forcing back a giggle as the human gasped at her mask’s movement. “Hello there, I’m Killian. Who are you?” Keeping her voice smooth and calm, not to frighten the human further. “I-I’m Mattie. Mattie Carson.” Their doe-like eyes were glued to the mask’s mouth, watching in awe as the thin line moved and took shape, mirroring every word the reaper spoke. Their cheeks flushed as a giggle escaped Killian, immediately averting their glance in embarrassment.
“I’m glad the two of you are getting along well,” Diavolo smiled, observing the duo’s interaction happily. The demon prince seemed elated by the newest students’ friendly exchange; joy practically oozed from every pore. “Killian here is a good friend of mine. Treat her kindly, and she will do the same.”
Friends? Diavolo’s comment surprised her. She never thought he would consider her a friend. During his stay, Killian always made an effort to be friendly with the demon prince as their first meeting didn’t leave the best first impression whenever she bumped into the demon in the hallways and at banquets. Their chats were amiable but not enough to warrant status as the demon prince’s good friend.
Nevertheless, Killian took the opportunity to joke, “Aw, you’re going to make me blush~” Amused at the faint flush on Diavolo’s face as he laughed, also amused by their banter. A loud cough drew Killian’s eyes to the demon standing next to Diavolo, wearing a black version of the prince’s uniform. The demon was almost as tall as Diavolo, incredibly handsome with flawless porcelain skin and silky black hair. Even from the far distance, Killian noticed the crimson gradient in the demon’s otherwise piercing grey eyes. Those scrutinizing eyes glared disapprovingly, unamused of her playful attitude.
Killian grinned, winking at the scowling demon. She watched gleefully as his glare deepened. Obviously, the demon didn’t like her, not like she gave a shit about his feelings. If the demon was judging her already without getting to know her, Killian didn’t want to waste her energy on trying to be liked by some demon with an apparent stick up his ass.
“I apologize. We got off-topic.” Diavolo’s laughter subsided; he gesticulated around the hall as if performing a magic trick. “I should explain where we are. This is the Royal Academy of Diavolo, though we just call it RAD. You’re standing inside of the assembly hall, the very heart of RAD. This is where we officers of the student council hold our meetings and conduct our business.” Killian glanced around the impressive room, and she noticed a few empty seats among the ones occupied by a few disinterested demons.
“I’m the president of said council.” Diavolo stated proudly as if demons were fearless enough to run against him for the seat. She counted the number of seats, growing more curious. There were eight seats, including Diavolo; three seats were vacated. Why isn’t the whole council here? Won’t it have been more proper to have the full council present for the new students’ arrivals?
“Why are we here?” Mattie asked firmly, some of the shock and fear melting from their body. Killian felt slightly happy at the human’s growing confidence; the human will need that moxie if they want to survive the Devildom for the next year. Although it won’t prevent them from being eaten, it was at least progress.
“I will explain everything to you.” The black-haired demon spoke, ascending down the center stairs of the panel towards the two. Killian willed herself not to step forward in front of Mattie protectively; her posture grew rigid and alert. Her thumb fiddled with the ring on her right index finger, containing her scythe. The smile on Diavolo’s face eased her a bit; she still won’t hesitate to attack if the demon tried anything funny.
“Mattie. Killian. This is Lucifer. He is a demon and the Avatar of Pride.” Killian studied the black-haired demon with mild interest, so this is Lucifer? Diavolo spoke a lot of his dear friend during his stay in the Reapscape. From his descriptions of the demon, Killian honestly thought Lucifer was an old grumpy cat whom Diavolo grew fond of. Finally, now that she put a name with the face, she thought of him more like an arrogant peacock, domineering over ostentation of peafowls.
“So, you’re Lucifer? Lord Diavolo spoke many praises of you to my Excellency.” Her father’s title felt odd on her tongue. She doesn’t remember the last time when she had to call him by that status as “father,” and the occasional papa was his usual title to her. But her father had requested her royal status to remain anonymous during her participation in the program; Killian needed to remember that she wasn’t the Grim Reaper’s daughter in the eyes of these demons. She was just a representative of the Reapscape handpicked by the demon prince.
“He’s also the vice president of the student council and my right-hand man...and not just in title, I assure you.” Diavolo added. Killian disguised a sudden laugh as a mild cough fit, nearly giggling as Mattie shot her an odd look. Diavolo slightly pouted, resembling a worried puppy more than a demon prince. Lucifer’s glare intensified; oh, he knew exactly what she was thinking. Killian didn’t care if his stare melted the flesh off of her bone. The accidental double meaning was too funny not to laugh at.
Killian let out a quick apology in between fake coughs, claiming she was okay. Reassured that the reaper wasn’t about to keel over and die, Diavolo continued to praise Lucifer. “Beyond that, he’s also my most trusted friend,” Lucifer grunted at his words, annoyance twitched at his features as his stare shifted to the prince.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo.” He cleared his throat; his red-grey eyes pierced the two exchange students. Mattie winced at the intensity while Killian merely stared back, unbothered by the demon’s biting gaze. Being a royal heir, she grew custom to the glares and gawking of nobles as she wasn’t introduced into palace life with open arms as a young reaper.
With practiced grace, Lucifer placed a gloved hand to his chest, slightly bowed his head towards the duo as he spoke, “Speaking on behalf of the entire student body at this great and storied school of ours, I offer you a most heartfelt welcome.” Killian blinked; that was one of the driest greetings she has experienced. She endured stabbings more heartfelt.
“On behalf of the students?” A faint frown appeared on the human’s face. Killian didn’t need telepathy to know Mattie found Lucifer’s welcome less than warm. Lucifer’s eyes briefly narrowed before he diverged into a monologue, “Diavolo believes that we demons should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm. As a first step towards this goal, we’ve decided to institute an exchange program.” Killian turned him out. She already heard the program’s nature when Diavolo did his sales pitch to her father, resulting in brief mayhem occurring in the royal court.
“You both need someone to look after you, and I think that someone should be my brother Mammon?” The name seemed familiar to Killian; where has she heard that name before?
“Your brother?” Mattie asked curiously.
“Yes. He’s the Avatar of Greed, and… how should I put it…?” He sighed defeatedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if a headache was forming. “You’ll understand soon enough.”
Reaching into a coat pocket, Lucifer retrieved two cell phones. “Here, take this device. It’s called D.D.D. It’s a lot like the cell phones of your worlds,” He plopped the phones into each of their hands; his aim missed Killian’s hand, the phone nearly slipped. Her quick reflexes easily caught the falling phone; she gave him a sharp look. If Lucifer purposefully missed, his face didn’t show its guilt as he further discusses the new cell phones.
With an annoyed huff, Killian decided to examine the new device. Her phone case was a dark red; she lifted the phone slightly. She let out a breathy laugh as she saw the case matched the color of Diavolo’s uniform. Killian playfully winked at Diavolo, noticing the man also looking at the case in her hand. Diavolo’s smile widened; she suppressed a crackle when he winked back.
Forcing herself to turn away as not to draw any attention, she turned it on to see the phone was already charged and unlocked. Killian quickly browsed the standard installed apps. Although it will take some time for Killian to get used to a new cell phone, everything seemed in place. She wondered if her other phone would work if she needed to call home. She knew there would be metaphorical hell to pay if she didn’t text Jules often. The reaper shuddered at the thought of being on the end of her dear friend’s notoriously short temper. That wasn’t something she wanted to deal with any time soon.
“Now, go ahead and try calling Mammon with it.” Lucifer instructed.
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Thank you for reading! Reblog if you want me to post more. 
Also, I wanted to explain a few things about Mattie (The human; the usual MC of the game), Killian (my reaper mc of sorts) and the story.
1. Mattie identifies as genderqueer; The pronouns of Mattie are They/Them, just like in the game. (Killian's pronouns are She/Her as she identities as cisgender).
2. This story will follow the overall plot line relatively close, it will kinda diverges from the original story in a few major events. there is also some side plot and funny (sometimes spicy~) filler chapters.
3. Mattie will not be the one romancing the boys, Killian is the romantic interest. Mattie will develop deep platonic relationships with the boys, I'm still deciding upon Mattie's sexual preference (possibly gray-ace?)
4. Since this is somewhat an AU; there will be chapters outside of the realm of the devildom, focusing on Killian's backstory and the Reapscape.
5. Last but not least, there will be some dark topics explored (mostly involving Killian's past) that I hadn't tagged yet. I will put trigger warning in the beginning notes of those chapters. If wanted, I can put line break around the sensitive materials.
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paulfwesley · 4 years
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A Split Second (Part 1) [Bryce Lahela x f!MC]
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f!MC (Dr. Claire King).
Chapter Rating: T
Word Count: 2.2K.
Description: A split second. That’s all it takes to take a life. TW: guns, violence, blood.  
Disclaimer: Characters, storyline, and parts of the dialogue are taken from Pixelberry’s Choices’ Open Heart. They fully own the characters, dialogue, backgrounds, etc. MC Claire King’s background is my own creation, based off of MC in-game’s personality.
Author’s Note: OKAY this is my first time EVER doing Bryce, and even though he technically does not show up in this part, he WILL be in the next part. I’m posting this fic in increments just to feel out the reaction first, if it’s something worth pursuing. I’ve added some trigger warnings just in case, they’re in the description! They’re applicable to the whole series, however many parts this ends up being, I don’t actually know yet. Okay, I’ve gone on too long. Let me know how I did! Also let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list! 
Tagging: @n-wahz @anotherbeingsworld @graphitekayla @malxen @rookiefromedenbrook
Enjoy!
As a doctor, Claire King stared death in the face every day. It was her job to delay the inevitable, after all. Every chest compression, every dose of medication, and every correct diagnosis resulted in Claire’s tally against Death inching higher and higher. But of course, there were always a few cases where even Claire couldn’t beat the Grim Reaper. And she’d walk out of the room of the grieving family with a fire stewing in her belly that drove her to want to do better so that the next time she and death met in the arena, she’d knock him out cold.
 Claire knew death. Claire understood death. She woke up every morning with a determination that she would stare death in the face and celebrate when she triumphed over it. 
But she didn’t fully understand what it meant to stare death in the face until she stood with her hands in the air, tears streaking down her pale cheeks, and her body shaking like a leaf as she stared at the end of a gun poised in her face. 
30 minutes earlier… 
Claire thought she would had it all figured out. Ethan ditched her to hang out in the Amazon for two months (though Sienna insisted that technically Ethan went to go help out with WHO, but Claire wasn’t in the mood to change her mind about her… ex? Her attending? The dude she slept with twice before he decided he didn’t like having to deal with feelings before buggering off?) so she was going to erase everything that had to do with Ethan Ramsey from her mind. That included only ever referring to him as “Doctor Ramsey”, whilst ignoring the way she missed the way his name tasted on her tongue when she was moaning it. It included putting a smile on her face and reassuring everyone who noticed her drop in mood in the days following when she showed up to work one day to find out that Ethan had left without so much as a goodbye, even though a bottle of pent up sorrow threatened to burst whenever she curled her lips up. And it included forcing herself out of the apartment when her friends wanted to go out while all she wanted to do was lay in bed and wallow in her own sadness. 
It was actually Bryce who started it. He could tell something was off with her, but luckily Bryce didn’t pry. The only people who knew why Claire was acting heartsick were Sienna and Elijah, and even then, it was because they were there the morning she snuck Ethan out of the apartment. If it were up to her, nobody would know the mess she had gotten into by falling for her attending. Grey’s Anatomy gave her too much hope. 
All Bryce wanted to know was what would make Claire happy. It started out simple; nights drinking at Donahue’s, roommate movie night, late night ice cream runs. Then it was Bryce attending plays with Claire, because none of their other friends would even humour her idea for live theatre. It was nice, even though most of the time, Bryce fell asleep shortly after the play began, only to wake up with intermission and then fall asleep again as soon as the house lights turned off. And then it was Claire attending a monster truck rally with Bryce because Elijah cancelled last minute, and even though she spent most of the evening thinking about the various dishes she could be cooking, it was worth it to watch Bryce freak out at the trucks crushing each other and then turning to her expectantly, waiting for her reaction. For his sake, she went as wild and crazy as he was. Standing there, staring up at Bryce and looking at the way the bright lights cast a shadow against his sharp, soft cheekbones, that was the first time she felt a turning in a stomach, a flutter that warmed her cold core. And when he turned and grinned at her, Claire felt like she had seen the sun for the first time. 
Then, when the yearning to be touched and held and kissed became too much for Claire, it turned into stolen kisses, hand brushes, intimate nights. With every swipe of Bryce’s hand up and down her arm while her head rested in the crook of his shoulder, with every tear that rolled down her cheeks from the jokes he told her, with every moment spent just in Bryce’s presence, her heart hurt a little bit less. And less, and less, until she completely forgot that she was supposed to be hurting. 
Then Ethan returned, unexpectedly, the night they were celebrating their last night as interns. 
When Claire’s eyes met his across the bench outside Donahue’s, she expected her stomach to drop. She expected her throat to close up, her chest to tighten, her tears to threaten at the corner of her eyes. Instead, she offered him a polite smile and a small nod before returning to what Elijah was saying. That feeling was all she needed to know that she was officially over Ethan Ramsey. She could be happy with someone else. She even had a certain meat headed, smooth talking, scalpel jockey in mind. 
Out of the corner of her eye she caught Bryce staring at her and following her gaze. When he looked back at her, she could practically see the curtain drop over his eyes, and it remained there for days following. Whenever she tried to talk to him, she always got the brush off. And it was killing her. She had gotten used to the the way his laughter lit up her world, the way his eyes raking over sent a thrill through her stomach, the way her heart skipped a beat whenever she turned a corner and hoped that he’d be on the other side. But nothing; these days he wouldn’t even look at her. 
After finishing her own rounds, making sure Esme had her tasks, and ordering tests for another patient, Claire sighed as she trudged through the hospital. She cradled a heavy case file against her chest sent over from Manhattan Presbyterian that she planned to pore over during her lunch break. She felt a presence beside her, and she looked over to see Sienna falling into step next to her. Her hair was pinned to the top of her head in a messy bun and she looked utterly exhausted, but she offered Claire a bright smile anyways. “Are you on your way to lunch?” 
“Yeah,” she answered. 
“Cool! I’m starving,” Sienna replied. She nodded at the file in Claire’s arms. “Big, fancy, diagnostic team case?”
Claire laughed. “Yeah.” She glanced down at the papers. “I’m hoping that it’ll be something surgical. That way Bryce will have to talk to me.”
Sienna frowned. “Bryce isn’t talking to you?”
“You haven’t noticed the way he doesn’t look at me anymore?” Claire asked as they walked down the stairs, heading for the cafeteria. “I think it has to do with the fact that…” Claire looked around for prying ears but dropped her voice as a precaution anyways. “... Doctor Ramsey’s back.”
Sienna’s eyes widened. “You told him about Doctor Ramsey?”
“No!” Claire protested. “If it were up to me, that secret would die with Ramsey and me. But I think he can tell.” She raised a brow. “Could you tell? Before you caught me sneaking him out?”
Sienna bit her lip. “Do you want the truth?” 
Claire stopped in her tracks. “You mean you knew? Before?” 
“I suspected!” Sienna corrected quickly. She walked back over to where Claire had stopped. “I didn’t know anything for sure, but you did mention wanting something to happen between the two of you when you went to Miami. You didn’t tell me anything had happened so I assumed nothing did. But despite that, it was so obvious. The first name Doctor Ramsey ever learned was yours, he kept his mouth shut about what happened with Mrs. Martinez even though as an attending he probably had a legal obligation to tell Doctor Emery, and just the way you both never took your eyes off of each other whenever you shared a room.”
A blush brushed Claire’s cheeks. “Well, I don’t feel like that anymore.” She paused. “Well, I suppose I do, but now I feel like that whenever I see Bryce. And I want to tell him that, but the meathead runs away at the sight of me.”
They both resumed their walking. “I feel like straight up avoidance isn’t Bryce’s style though,” Sienna pointed out. She crossed her arms over her chest. “If you want, I can lock the two of you inside a supply closet until he gets his shit together.”
Claire chuckled. “That offer actually sounds tempting.”
All of a sudden, both of their pagers went off. Claire reached into her pocket and produced hers just as they reached the cafeteria. She frowned at the message that stared back at her before looking back up at Sienna. “Lockdown? Is this some kind of drill?”
“I think if it was, Doctor Banerjee would have said so,” Sienna replied casually. She was trying to pass it off like it was nothing, but Claire could see the worrying lines in her forehead. She reached out and grabbed Sienna’s arm. “How about we skip the cafeteria food and just grab something from the vending machine for now? We can hide out in a closet or something until this drill ends.” 
“And you’re absolutely sure it’s a drill because?” Sienna asked, but she let Claire lead her away and down the hall. 
“Because there’s no way we’re in a situation where Edenbrook has to go under lockdown,” she said. “I bet a baby went missing from the NICU or something.”
Sienna gawked. “That’s terrible!” 
Claire stopped at a vending machine, turning her back to Sienna. “All the more reason to grab an unhealthy snack and wait this thing out.” She bent down and placed the file on the floor. As she stood back up, she reached into her pocket for her wallet. “What do you want? It’s on me.”
“Claire…” Sienna’s voice was a soft whisper. 
“What?” Claire said, her eyes scanning the options. A Snickers bar? Nah. It wasn’t filling enough. A bag of chips? That was even worse. This was a hospital. They were doctors. They always went on about healthy eating yet never practiced what they preached. 
“Claire!” Sienna said, louder this time, though the tremors in her voice betrayed the strength. 
“What?” Claire’s tone dripped with annoyance as she turned to look at her friend, but the sight of Sienna’s face, drained of blood with her eyes wide and her lips parted with a slight tremble raised alarms. “Sienna? Sienna, what is it?” 
Sienna didn’t say anything. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. But her eyes never wavered from the direction she was staring at over Claire’s shoulder. 
Claire turned to see what Sienna was gaping at, and her stomach fell through the floor at the sight of the tall, middle-aged man standing six feet away from them. He wore a black blazer over a plain t-shirt flecked with bright red spots that Claire could only assume was fresh blood from the way it stained the pure white fabric. Blessed (or cursed, in her opinion) with an excellent memory, Claire never forgot a face once she had seen it. It was Walter Cameron, a patient she had treated weeks ago. He came in after he had been in a car accident that caused mild injuries, and Claire remembered joking easily with him as she pulled out glass from his body and stitching him up. Claire’s eyes traveled from his brown eyes, down his sweat soaked cheeks, down his leather clad arm, and landed on the pistol in his hand, aimed directly at Claire’s chest. 
Her breath caught in her throat. The only sounds she could make out in the otherwise silent, empty hallway were Sienna’s faint whimpering behind her, Walter’s ragged breaths, and her own heart thumping against her chest. 
She felt a shaky hand on her shoulder. “Claire, we need to get out of here!” Sienna whisper-shouted.
“No!” Walter boomed, taking a rather large step forward. He brandished the gun at them, waving it wildly as his finger rested on the trigger. Both girls let out an involuntary shrieks as they staggered backwards. “Doctor King isn’t going anywhere.” He turned the gun so the mouth was directed at Sienna. “You, on the other hand, will get out of here.” With a jerk of his thumb, he clicked the safety off. “If you know what’s good for you.”
Claire swallowed thickly. Despite the tremors in her throat, she said, “Sienna, go.”
She could feel Sienna’s eyes stare at her in bewilderment, but Claire never broke eye contact with Walter. “What? But Claire—!”
“Go!” Claire said again, stronger this time. She didn’t know Walter, not really, so she couldn’t guarantee whether or not he was crazy enough to take a shot at her or her friend, and Claire didn’t want to jeopardize anyone else’s life if there was a chance to save someone. Under her breath, her lips barely moving, she whispered, “Go find help.” 
The echoing of a sneaker hitting linoleum reluctantly bounced against the walls. One, and then another, and then another, until the echoes got further and further as Sienna dashed down the hall in desperation. 
Once she was out of sight, Claire returned her attention to Walter. Slowly, deliberately, she raised her hands so they were in his sight. 
“Ahh, alone at last,” Walter sighed dreamily. 
Claire sucked a worrying breath in. “Mr. Cameron—” she began.
“It’s Wally!” he cut her off angrily, but the heat in his eyes quickly disappeared in favour of turning soft as he gazed at Claire. “It’s Wally, remember, Doctor King? Like Wally West? Like you said?” 
She nodded. “Yes, I remember.” She gulped noisily, her eyes zeroing in on the weapon in his hands. “What are you doing with the gun, Wally?” 
 He scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious?” He smiled at her, a wicked glint in his eye. “I’m going to kill you, Doctor King.” 
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ihopethisendswell · 3 years
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Me and my OCs:
This isn't just about my pokemon oc's. No no no no. This is my journey of me having 0 Oc's ( not knowing what they where back then) to having far too many for my own good.
It started back in middle school, where it was one if those rare creative writing periods. We rarely get those, so of course I was excited. This was also when I started reading a lot of fantasy books, specifically YA novels. So my imagination ran wild, and I created my first oc.
Her name was ViraBlue. Yes that sounds like a online profile. Yes, she was very edgy. Yes , I tried to write a very bad story for her. And no, I'm not going to go into it. The only thing I will go into, is that I thought it would be cool for her to have a team. A five man band if you will. Teen Titans was my favorite show at the time, and I was getting introduced to anime AND I was reading wattpad due to my friend who suggested it to me. So this was spelled for disaster. Though I will say I realized my passion for creative writing. Even if my own writing was terrible.
I'm going to skip over all middle school and a bit of highschool to just say that my Oc's evolved. For example, ViraBlue was no longer her name. As of now her name is Elora. Also, her and her team are no longer just white people. Elora is a wonderful black woman such as myself, and honestly I feel FAR more attached to her than I did before. Also when remaking my ocs to be more diverse( both in race and in body diversity),I learned Asian is a umbrella term, so it doesn't just mean China or Japan. It also means Thailand, India, the Philippines, and much more! It really opened my eyes a lot to the world around me actually.
So yeah, you'd think that'll be it, right? WRONG. Cause theres more! A lot more. So much more I'm gonna but it on bulletin notes :)
Somewhere between highschool and middle school, I was very interested the pokemon protagonist, in terms of what they were like as individuals.
Now I know that that's very weird, given the majority of the protagonists are blank slates l, but two things. 1) Hilda's design has so much attitude that I REFUSE to believe she's a blank slate( eventhough she is) and 2) sun and moon brought back and older Red, with his own semblance of personality. I was so happy when it was announced.
But after searching the internet, and realizing the chance of me getting my preteen hands on the manga were low
So I did the only reasonable thing and make my own oc for each game and have them replace the player character as the main protagonist. Every main series game. Except the Kanto ones. I....I've had enough of kanto. I might change my mind later.
I'm actually almost done! All I have to do is finish USUM, and play emerald and heartgold and I'll be done.
I was so invested in this that I made myself a ( linear) timeline to keep track of things, as well as trying to find characters ages as a reference. Oh my god, that was a lot.
Then they're was that sequel idea that I had for my first Oc's story( the one with Elora). I didn't even finish the first story! Let alone start writing!
It didn't help that the setting of the story was a full erease universe and a timeskip into the future away from the original story. No I will not elaborate.
The main character's name is an ( sun?) elf Imani and she's tall ( duh) and really likes her history and her friends.
I then realized that these two stories where very important to me,so it would be best to work on them more to flesh them out......
Until I made a new set of characters for a supernatural thing. I literally just made a person,her brother, her friends, her brothers friend,her brothers love interest, and the siblings moms that aren't always there because one of them is basically the grim reaper but not really abd the other help with purifing damaged souls or something like that. Mind you, I have no specific story for them, except they live in New York and do stuff. That's it.
Now would be a good time to say that all of my ocs are LGBTQ+, and I don't mean this as a flex. I say this because they honestly have helped me trying to find myself. I still don't know what I am, or if my feelings are real, but I do know that these characters made me appreciate the change of it all. Like Elora and her team where all straight white people, and while there is nothing wrong with that, the more I changed, they've changed as well. Elora is now asexual biromantic. Now that's not what I'll exactly call myself, but it's kinda close. I think. Idk. Not to mention that I'm now more aware of the world around me, and the struggles people face( even if I'm still learning)
Anyway back to ranting.
CHOICE. OF. GAMES
How dare they exploit my love for character creation and choose your own story games!
Honestly, besides my own characters, and some outside factors, Choice of games made me aware that men liking men is real, and so is women liking woman, and that non-binary people exist!
For granted, I still didn't understand it at the time, but in Wayhaven chronicles I choose the men and women option and didn't look back.( I only played the demo cause I have no money)
Then I started playing a lot of wips, and somehow made 4 characters that reflect 4 play styles that I personally like playing.
Eventually they became so big in there own that I thought " these are the type of ocs that I'll just mess around with. No overarching story, just a good ol time" and for once I stuck by it.
Though for some reason I gave them a theme of the deck of suits????( Like diamond, heart, spades and clover).
There's Jamie( diamond). They're the shyest of the bunch. A lot more withdrawn and tend to freak out a lot( like me!) Though when the time comes, they're quite possible the bravest in the room. They come from a rich family cause why not. They're omnisexaul.
Then there's Edric( heart). Friends( and enemies that he likes) call him Eddy. He's very flirty and down to have a good time. He wears what he wants and does it in ✨ style ✨. He can wear a clown suit and make it look sexy. He's asexual panromantic.
Min( spades) ! I got the name from playing Smoke and Velvet: The Gnawing Chronicles ( by @roast-ifs ) cause I was to lazy to come up with a name and it just stuck. For the most part she's more stoic than the rest. Not entirely an introvert, but not extroverted either. She's try's to keep her emotions to herself, which for the most part she's very successful at, but it can get hard when it comes to people she cares about ( both platonically and romantically). In another wip called Secrets of Swatheforn ( by @swatheford ) she's actively trying to NOT acknowledge her feeling for one of the ROs ( Cass) so that's fun. Min is a trans women, and is bisexual ( women and non-binary people)
The last one actually is the least developed out of all of them. I know that they're non-binary, and that they represent clover. I actually haven't played as them as much as say Jamie or Edric has. So yeah. They exist.
So that my very long oc journey. I don't except my creative mind to stop, but I really have to many. Sooooo yeah! That's all.
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ID GO ABSOLUTELY BONKERS IF U TYPED OUT HIS ENTIRE HISTORY FBFBFBFB i would like 2 see it..........
alright right right
This ended up being A HUGE POST so all info is under the cut.
Unless you’re on mobile, in which case, enjoy scrolling.
It all starts on flight rising. Well, Heart starts on FR. It REALLY starts with my webcomic/animated series.
It wasn’t well drawn or animated at first, but it steadily got better. One of the plot holes, back in 8th grade, was “who created priscilla and Jake?”
It was mostly summed up to “Penny made all the bots its all simple” but i was a middle schooler and i needed a complicated (and edgy) story. 
Thing is I had already made Fandragons of a good chunk of my ocs on flight rising.
I bred two dragons to get my main characters, so why not just use them?
Christy Suggested the name Cavet, and I liked it.
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Yeah this is my first digital image of him as a human and he DOES NOT LOOK RIGHT
no necklace, no beard, orange eyes…
horrific.
So I made human designs for them both, but Chrysanthemum remains forgotten, not even canon to Mechanical Fury anymore.
Here’s old art of her and Cavet back before she got wiped out from existence.
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the art is bad btu the Heart gimmick is there
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Here’s him in his second image ever. The one that pretty much defined his design.He also quickly gained a husband
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Anyway he quickly morphed into a villain several time more dangerous than the main villain
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He’s responsible for the deaths of not ONE, not TWO, but THREE children.
Two his kids, one the younger sister of a character that one of the dead kids liked.
One of his dead kids got his own story, the other was literally a main character.
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Chloride, (Charlie) in all his glory, lucky enough to get resurrected as an android but after finding out he’s not who he thinks he is, has to attempt to live a normal Human life… when his two best friends are paranormal investigators, his love interest having lost their arm and their only remaining sister to the main villain.
He originally found out he was an android by finding his own blueprints, hearing his Mom cry about it, and then cutting open his face (for his signature scar) and running off. 
Running into Cavet’s husband, Nathair Liu. He stitches him up, know all about robotic n all that but he is.
also a secondary villain….
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I hate the art in this video but its not my worst.
(Video was Vendy’s debut, too. tho Vendy was more Nate(logan/mind/princi/whatever)’s kid than Cavet’s)
Okay i’ve gotten off track.
Yeah at this point I was really loving Cavet, on FR, and wrote an entire long story between him and Skittles based on the events of Mechanical Fury.
This was where I got the idea for reincarnation.
I needed an explanation for why the same character was in two different universes, and it was perfect. In fact, it lead to an amazing way to end it. 
But what is in control of all this? What does he see in the in between?
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Well, Death was packaged with two other red herrings to keep people from thinking she was more important than them from the start, when in fact, she was. One of the plot points is that Cavet dies. He continues causing havoc, but nobody can figure out why or how. he doesn’t have a body.
Except he does. Death.
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She was scary, but that was just her, she was a literal robot grim reaper. Nobody suspected she was spreading a virus to make robots susceptible to Augap’s control everywhere she went. Not even her. Cav liked hanging out in the AI scape, AKA the robot afterlife or virtual heaven.
What a fun way to make a real grim reaper.
I never really kept track of the transition from “cute robot char” to “cute real god char”
and i guess it never happened. Heart still thinks of her as she was, as cute little Litty. Except when she’s not. He gave form to the literal concept of DEATH. And became her friend. She still calls him Papa, sometimes.
In any case, Cavet’s doodles started being more and more revolving around his angst with the reincarnation.
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in fact, i had a few character in the same boat as him, as I had made a couple dragons into MF characters as well.
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I called them The Artifacts. It didn’t seem rounded out with only four, so I added a 5th. To give me more leeway in case I make a character i like enough to bring with them.
and turns out. I did.
I was sad enough about Cavet losing the love of his life, betraying him, creating a rift between them with his descent into obsession.
So he came with them.
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They’re inseparable.
after a few lives of getting revenge on him for killing his sons and some adult humans and a BUNCH of robots, (not even counting his crimes in the vampire life he committed because he thought he lost Liu forever) Soul revealed to him something about Heart’s 6th life, which Mind doesn’t remember.
But he was there.
Long story short, he was Captain Shuggazoom. Yeah 10 lives of stuff he forgot before he started remembering his past lives. Messed Heart up.
ANYWAY BACK TO DEVELOPMENT!
I went around, making original characters to fill in Heart’s lives. I put him in a LOT of stories, but a notable one is My Old Ask Blog, @ask-musical-monsters
In which Heart is our lovable Tweedle, Bean.
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He’s the bird. (this is also the blog where Willow was made!) (also a character i referenced when putting antauri on the baldi blog)
I still hadn’t abandoned MF so Bean has a lot of influence from Cavet. 
I REALLY liked bean. It occured to me here-ish that Heart isn’t constrained by being my oc. He can be whoever he wants and nobody will care. 
So of course I immediately declare him purple guy. No drawings of him, but I know I said he was purple guy at some point. Also at this point in time I started organizing the lives by number order, and making a simple arc for Heart and the others to follow.
1000 lives. 
I made a brief description of heart’s 1st life, but made it purposefully very superfluous so i can change it whenever i want. All i know is he had albinism, and a desire to live forever.
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That summer I got an amazing idea. I would take advantage of the Baldi’s basics trend with a ASK BLOG.
It was a mathematically calculated success. I did as many things as possible to generate more audience. MAIN thing being posting as often as possible, and being REALLY funny. 
But knew I wasn’t going to like adding to the ask blog if i didn’t like the main character
I already knew he was going to be Baldi, but I wasn’t sure exactly how to characterize him either. 
Turns out making him heart solved both of those problems. He’s always been Heart.
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And Princi has ALWAYS been mind.
Even if they don’t always show their artifacts, they always were the same people as all these other things ive made. They have a DEEP connection to both each other and me.
At some point, I re-re-discovered SRMTHFG. The first few seconds I saw SK I knew he was Heart. It was so perfect it scared me.
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HE EVEN DOES THE POSE!!!!! RED EYES!!!! AAAH!!!
I got an idea for a storyline based on formless and regret and monkeys… so.. uh
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Anyway that kinda brings us to today, where the events of the blog have happened based on Heart things, and i can play around with Heart as much as I want.
And Willie’s next life? Well, 23 is my favorite number. It’ll be cool, but I’m not sure how. All I know is 23 wears a striped shirt, and is a vamp again.
In summary, Heart is the most important character I’ve ever made, and I will never come close to anybody as wonderful and as complicated as him. He’s the greatest formless, the best villains, the heroes, and one character i want to hold out for finding irl.
 I love them even in scribbles i find on bus seats, in fanart of him, love her in songs i hear, in flowers i see in the wild.
Whoever they end up being, it’s safe to say I’ve fallen in love with Heart. 
If you want me to describe his in universe story, I’ll need a seperate post.
Other Heart Resources:
The Spreadsheet
The Playlist
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lokispettigerr · 5 years
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Devil In Disguise Part 3: Loki x Female Reader! She-Devil SMUT (NSFW)
Summary: Loki has a mysterious new partner to work with. He is told to meet her at a small bar outside of town and is surprised in what he discovers and finds himself torn with the deal that he may have to make and the manner in which it is made *wink*.
Word Count: 5891
Warnings: Non-Con
A/N: Part 1 and Part 2 on the MASTERLIST located in my bio. Yeah Thranduil might pop in with another name. He pretty to me lol. ***I will post a one shot next week to take a short break from this fic. 
Taglist: in reblog
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The She-Devil being one for surprises and anticipation had asked Loki, in the spirit of the upcoming masquerade, to get ready separately and arrive separately. 
The She-Devil clapped her hands excitedly, “It’ll be such fun, Silvertongue!” “How will not knowing where you are be fun?” Loki asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport. Besides, we have imprinted, I want to see if you know me when you no longer recognize me.” The she devil approached Loki.
She leaned forward, grabbing him behind the neck to draw his ear to her lips “When all you have to identify me is by my voice…” “Or my touch,” she slid her tongue down the side of his neck,  “My lips on yours…” She planted a soft kiss on Loki’s lips, and when she withdrew she sucked on Loki’s bottom lip forcing him to smile. 
“Very well. You have convinced me, Demon Woman.” Loki leaned into her as she pulled away from the kiss. She giggled, pressing her hands against his chest, “It’s what I do best!” “Now, my Prince, if you will be so kind as to get the Hel out, go home and get ready for this evening! I will see you there.” She winked at Loki, the ever present glimmer of mischief in her dazzling eyes. Loki wrapped his long fingers around the delicate bones of her wrist, pulling her with him as he passed through the threshold of the office door, ready to devour her, “Oh, but how I will miss being with you, watching you undress for me here and prance around in the front of the mirror while you get ready.” She quirked an eyebrow, challenging him, “If you had your way you wouldn’t let me dress. We would never make it there. You can undress me after though.” The she-devil gave one final push against his chest, then ran her small hand down his hard abdomen, over his belt buckle to his erect length confined within his pants. She rubbed him there, taking a sharp inhale through her teeth, breathing in his arousal “Now go, before I reconsider and beg you to take me!” Loki chuckled at her, his cock jumping against her soft, needy palm, and stole one last kiss from her lips, before he walked away. “And don’t be late Trickster!” she called out after him, rubbing her lips where his cool kiss still lingered. Her hip rested against the threshold of the door as she smiled in a daze, twirling a lock of her hair. She was smitten like a helkitten. ***
The full moon acted as a glowing beacon for Loki as he approached the side door of “Club Mayhem”. He looked up at it, his already silver complexion being bathed in the radiant glow.
There had been a recent downpour from the hot air mixing with a cool wind and he could smell the fresh fallen rain on the pavement. With ease he strode over a large puddle, his reflection passing through it like the shadow of death or the grim reaper. He had chosen to wear his all black outfit. His she-devil had yet to see him in it and he was looking forward to seeing her reaction.   Loki had even decided to slick back his hair which made him look ever more the predator than usual. Before reaching the side door of the club, he tugged down his black, half-mask to cover his face. It was smooth and resembled that of the terrifying visage of a black panther. He knew his Demon Woman would enjoy it. Once, upon his recollection, the she-devil had told him, while they were wrapped up in one another, naked, after a hard fuck that he looked much like a black panther that lay in wait behind the tall sea of grass--waiting to pounce on some poor lowly creature of prey. He had turned to her, the green satin sheet that had covered the bed falling away to expose his alabaster skin. “How do you mean?” He asked as he propped his head up with his hand. “Well, you just have that ever so hungry look in your eyes.” Her hand trailed up to cup his jaw and her thumb rubbed his cheek. There was a sudden distant look that came into her eyes while she looked at him, “You know, when I was a girl, Daddy, in order to teach me a lesson of obedience threw me into the pit of the helcats. He had starved them for days before, so they would be aggressive and hungry. I put up the fight of my life, just a small girl then. I had more than 5 guards drag me to the entrance of the pit. Finally, my father ordered the gates open and instructed the guards to throw me within.” She had continued stroking his cheek, though her lip was quivering, her voice a satiny hush that wrapped around him and threatened to pull him with her. “Many of the guards had known me since I was a babe in the belly of my mother. They’d raised me, protected me, and taught me as if I was one of their own.” She sniffed, “They knew the wrath of my father was unforgiving and though tears streamed down my cheeks they threw me in with the helcats nonetheless. “Many of them apologized,” she chuckled, deepening her voice to mimic a male guards, “So sorry, my Princess. Forgive me, my Princess.”
“When I was sure Daddy wasn’t coming back for me, I dried up my tears. I had to let go of the sadness and loneliness and fear that I felt. The helcats sensed weakness. Any sign of weakness and they were likely to pounce and make a meal of me.” Her voice had broken while she was telling the story and she had to pause to keep from sobbing. Loki moved to pull her to his chest but she brushed his hand away, “No, please. Let me finish. Well, I-I didn’t last long, Daddy saw to that when he had starved those poor beasts. Mind you, they didn’t take to kindness or affection either. They, like the helhounds were used to separate souls from bodies, ripping and wrenching them from their flesh to be dragged down to the pits of Helheim. I’ll spare you the gorey details, but I did everything I thought I could. I mean I ran, I stood my ground, I played dead. Nothing worked.” The Princess looked down, tears coating her long lashes. Loki had thought they looked more appropriate on a doe than on the strong she-devil. “So what happened then?” Loki asked her in no more than a whisper. “Daddy came along, a torch flame burning from his right hand.” Loki wiped the tears from her cheeks. “I remember very vividly being in the dark with the helcats and seeing a light chasing away the shadows. I remember thinking, my savior had finally come. It didn’t matter at that point I just needed my wounds tended to, professionally, really.” The she-devil laughed to herself. “Daddy didn’t expect to find me in the state I was in. I was badly wounded, bleeding out. Probably would have died within an hour. The wounds were much to bad for me to heal on my own, even with my accelerated healing abilities. The venom that drips from the fangs of the helcats is very potent.” She sat up, in front of Loki, the sheets falling to expose her beautiful body, her breasts, her cloven womanhood, and several, giant silver-colored scars here and there. “Daddy found them surrounding me, licking my wounds, laying next to me to keep my warm. You see, he didn’t expect me to become friends with them, it was something that had never happened. Not once has anyone tamed the wild, ferocious soul of a helcat.” “Until you,” Loki observed. “Until me,” she agreed, “You see, the alpha helcat, a Queen, must have sensed something in me. Her conscious energy prodded my own and saw me for who I am I ‘spose. I dunno, something about me anyway made her make all of them stop tearing my skin to pieces. She fought them to force them to stop.” She looked at Loki a smile rising on her red lips. “Funny, you’ll like this, the helcat Queen, her name was ‘Fidelus’. She was named after my mother. Interestingly, she was born the same day my mother died.” Her eyes twinkled as she left her memories. “Loki,” she whispered his name, “there is just something about you, that reminds me of something in those cats. Wild, catastrophic, ferocious, volatile, yet in some strange harmony with my very being. A beast or a monster to the masses that somehow understood me so completely it saw me for, well, me.” Loki was stunned that night, he didn’t know what to say for what seemed like the first time in his life, instead, he had planted a kiss on her full lips.
And now, here he was on the prowl, hunting for his Demon Woman. He couldn’t wait to see the joy on her face when she saw what he had dressed up as. Loki stood in front of the basement door. It was metal, and when he knocked a loud, metallic bang clamored in his ears. After a moment an intercom system near the doorknob beeped, “Name?” the voice on the other end called out. “Loki Laufeyson,” Loki called out as he leaned close to the intercom system. Another moment passed, “You aren’t on the list, maybe try the club down the block.” Loki blinked. He knew he was at the right club, he had made sure of it… A thought came into his head and he cleared his throat, rolling his eyes as he pressed the button next to the intercom system, “Name?” the voice called out again. “Silvertongue,” Loki sighed. The door locks clicked, in succession. Leave it to her to put his “pet name” on the list. Loki grumbled under his breath as he rushed into the basement entryway. Though no one was around to hear it sounded something like, “Choke her...probably like...though.” *** Loki walked up the basement steps, taking two at a time with ease. He tapped four times, as instructed on the door to the cellar, and it opened slowly. As he exited the cellar he pulled on his black suit and smoothed down his jet, gleaming hair. The club was extravagant. Most of the masquerade decor seemed to be in some sort of paradise scene. There was fog lurking about, trickling across the floor from a machine that blew out billowy smoke that made it look like the whole club was in a cloud. There were white and silver light streamers hanging from the ceiling, snaking down towards the party guest, and there were lights spread throughout the crowd- tall lights that shot up into the cloudy room looking like still search lights. It gave the club an eerie, yet beautiful glow. Loki could feel a hum in the air, a vibration that he had quickly become accustomed to as a signal that his mate was nearby. He had no idea how he would find her. The party-goers were everywhere, clinking glasses filled with golden bubbly drink, laughing boisterously, and swaying to a song. In the crowd, servers darted in and out carrying trays of food, tiny quiches and cakes lined their trays. There were large, wall to floor sheer fabric like curtains hanging from the ceiling and lining the walls of the club. Loki was astounded to find that upon his inspection, the theme of the decor was “heaven”-- because of course Christian myths dominated this Midgardian culture. How peculiar it was to have the Princess of Hel, a She-Devil at that, stalking the crowd for a lost soul to claim and take back to her home realm. Loki chuckled to himself at the irony and began to push through the party-goers on his hunt for the she-devil. She wasn’t one to ever make things easy, and he sensed that she liked the chase--a good game of cat and mouse. Of course, she liked to fool others into thinking she was the mouse, initially, but soon the tables would turn and she would become the predator. She was good at games, at tricks-- just like Loki. She had even once told him, one of the first nights that they were together, that she would rather be the hunter than the prey, every time-- and yet, here she was making herself hard to find. Loki didn’t mind though, if he was being honest with himself, he would admit that he too liked the game of chase.
Loki stopped in the crowd of bodies, he needed to use his senses to find his She-Devil and right now everything was blasting through. He felt as if he was spinning from all of the stimuli. And there, something, over there. He reached out with his thoughts to caress the mind of the one he felt. It was unmistakably her, but there was something else with it, wrapping around it, seemingly mingling with her unspeakably strong energy. Loki turned to search from where he had just come and found her. She had climbed the winding stairs to rest at the top of a balcony overlooking the partygoers. Watching her made Loki feel like he could no longer catch his breath. All his blood rushed loudly within him and his groin filled with the familiar tingling sensation.
She wore the most beautiful dress. The fabric was in a sense sheer and the color of it was an off white. There were red, orange and yellow sequins throughout-- especially covering her bosoms and her womanhood. It made it look likes flames were licking up the fabric of the dress and that his mate was in truth, on fire. When she moved this way and that the flames flickered maddeningly, drawing the attention of the people around her. And when she turned to talk with someone who had approached her from behind he could see that the back of the dress had a long train with the same sequined flames leaping up it-- making it look like as she walked she created some sort of path of destruction that she left in her wake. She created a fire that enraptured the world and ground beneath her feet. Her hair was loose and spiraled down her bare back in an elegant way that much was like the flames of her dress-- at times it seemed to have a life of it’s own-- it was wild in a mysterious way, a long mane of grace. She was temptation in its purest form.  Instead of a mask, she wore a white cloth around her eyes-- lace it appeared to be. Loki wondered why this was, but perhaps, most interesting was that she allowed her own horns to protrude crudely from her terrible, yet magnetic visage. Because everyone was in costume, her horns were not out of the ordinary. Loki again was reminded of the Christian myths he had studied as a young boy and thought about how the devil came to be. He was cast out from heaven, an angel at one time. His name- “The Morning Star”, and now Loki’s mate looked as if she was the devil, she was indeed a star. She was his star that had come crashing down from the multiverse. Though she was horrifying to behold everyone seemed to be drawn around her like a group of wild animals that had stumbled upon a dangerous bonfire that they couldn’t help but be curious about. Wild animals that didn’t know the true destruction the bonfire could easily bring them if they wind blew it out of its healthy confinement. Loki thought how helpful and useful a contained fire could be but how destructive and catastrophic it always had the potential to become. Even the smallest flicker of a candle flame could bring down an entire forest and mortals were helpless to even put an end to it.
A smile came to Loki’s lips as he watched his She-Devil mate, taking in her excellence. However, someone moved in front of her, blocking her from Loki’s view and his lips quickly forsook the smile.
The man who stood before her had long, silvery white hair. He was fair skinned with darker eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. He grabbed her arm to pull her closer to his lips so he could whisper in her ear and Loki watched as she patted the strange man with one arm as she laughed musically at whatever the stranger had just told her. Even Loki was able to admit when a man was fairly attractive and as far as mortals went this man was divine. His nose was sharp, almost cruely so and his chin was pointed with slyness. He seemed rather clever, though not a match for Loki himself. He glowed in the lowlit light of the club as if his skin was giving off some radiant silver aura which was battling or even attempting to court the flaming aura of his own mate.
Something about the man’s actions sent a shock of anger through Loki. The man seemed possessive over Loki’s Demon Woman. They acted very familiar with one another and Loki could sense black jealousy within himself. Though his She-Devil seemed to act fondly towards the man it almost seemed as if there was a hint of urgency or even danger underneath the emotions that she wore. Loki felt that he needed to be by her side immediately in case this odd stranger would decide at any moment to attack her, but Loki knew deep down that his She-Devil could fend off her enemies easily. Yet why was it that she seemed to give off a sense of caution? Was she possibly excited instead of frightened? Or was she perhaps, afraid of how the man made her feel?
Loki stalked forward in hopes to walk between the two. The man was awfully close to his mate and this was something he would not stand for. His She-Devil mate’s mouth dropped when she spotted him, she was speechless. He knew that she instantly recognized what he had dressed as for her. Her face lit up and she flashed a mega-watt smile ecstatic to see her God of Mischief.
“Oh, good! It’s my Silvertongued Prince!” his mate exclaimed excitedly. “I have been so lonesome without you by my side, Gabriel sought me out in this crowd to keep me company.” her arm wrapped around Loki’s and her fingers tightly squeezed his bicep as if indicating some information to him that he was not privy to as of yet.
“Loki, is it?” Gabriel asked holding out his slender, glowing hand for Loki to take. His voice was like muted velvet, full of lies, “Our Princess has told me so much about you.” Loki shuddered at Gabriel’s mention of “Our Princess”. She was Loki’s alone. Loki glanced down at the hand that Gabriel held forth with a taste of disdain on his face, “A pleasure,” he said clipped, pulling his She-Devil closer to him while he towered over her protectively. He looked at the surrounding crowd, showing Gabriel that he had no interest in getting to know him.
It was unusual that the Demon Woman appeared uncomfortable, yet now with the two men before her Loki could tell that she was out of sorts.
“Gabriel!” the She-Devil called out over the crowd and the thumping music, “would you be so kind as to get myself and Loki some of that delicious vodka you introduced me to earlier?” Gabriel replied with a nod, “Of course my dearest, anything for you.” he threw daggers with his eyes at Loki and bent forward to place a kiss on the She-Devil’s cheek possessively. Loki could have called forth his Jotun form, red eyes glowing while he ripped the man limb from limb and tore at his throat with his teeth. Instead, he smiled kindly, nodding as Gabriel left in search of the drinks.  
“Loki…” his She-Devil whispered, “must you act to territorial? I wanted to yell at you both to put your damn swords away!” she hissed. “I don’t like him.” For a moment the She-Devil was speechless, “Ah, well, so what? Did I ask you? Gabriel is the acolyte I mentioned this morning. The one who so helpfully kept tabs on our lost soul. He does it all for me. Must you act like an animal in heat?”
“Yes!” Loki spat. “Ugh! You...Sometimes I just want to push you and knock some sense into you, for Hel’s sake, Loki!”
“I could easily do the same to you this very moment!” Loki’s eyes flashed at her in the dim light of the club, displaying hostility and something else-- a kind of sexual hunger and desperation. “Whatever!” she barked back at Loki, “I don’t want to discuss this now, our soul is nearby.” Loki didn’t want to let this go, but he had a job to do, there was a reason he was here and he could not forsake that. “Where is the one we hunt?”
The She-Devil reached up to grab Loki by the should of his black suit, setting his body up so he could easily spot the lost soul. “There, under the alcove, do you see? He’s talking to someone wearing a muzzle around their mouth.”
“You’re sure?” Loki asked, searching his mate’s face for the answer as she nodded.
“When Gabriel comes back we can chat strategy. Ah, here he is, speak of the Devil.” Gabriel handed them both glasses of vodka, “Try it Loki! It is something exquisite!”
“As are you, Princess,” Gabriel purred as he reached out to rub her bare arm. Loki’s fist clenched in response, *how dare this man be so blatant with his disrespect!*
“Oh Gabriel, Stop!” she laughed, “We have work to do.” “Yes, it would seem that you need to focus your attention on the job at hand.” Loki growled.
“Gabriel,” the Demon Woman interrupted, “Bring the mortal to the suite on the third floor, lure him in some way, you’re good at that. There Loki and myself will wait. Once you arrive with the soul, Loki and I will handle the rest. We will meet you there, alright Gabriel?” “Of course, Princess.” Gabriel said before he made his way towards the soul. “Loki,” the She-Devil addressed him, “come with me.” She reached for his hand and Loki let her lead him to the suite to await their victim. “Loki, because the soul broke a deal with me I have to reforge a new one to make sure they are locked within this one. It cannot be broken. Will you be able to remain calm?”
“I beg your pardon?” Loki asked, “you don’t mean you have to fuck this bargain breaker…” “Loki, you know I do.” she tried to comfort him with a kiss on his lips, but he turned from her. “Remember, it means nothing. I have to make this deal, this is the only way I  can get this soul where it belongs, in the hands of my father.” “And what of me? Why am I even here, it doesn’t seem that I am of much use for you!” Loki growled at her with such force that she flinched, pulling away from him. “No, I need you. I always need you.”
“You do not! You are entirely capable of taking care of yourself!”
She huffed with desperation and frustration, “Are you coming or what?”
Loki followed her, though he was seething with rage, this would be the second time he would see her in the midst of making a deal, but this time it wouldn’t be with him. He didn’t want to watch this. Would Gabriel watch as well? Gabriel!... Loki’s teeth clenched at the thought of Gabriel seeing his mate in all her splendid glory, unclothed, without her glamour before them.
“Please,” she turned to him, before opening the door to the empty suite,  “Behave. We can’t have this going awry.”
“Fine,” Loki mumbled under his breath, full of reluctance.
“Gabriel works quickly, he should be here any second now,” she said, trailing off. “Would you like to take a seat?” “No.” She muttered something under her breath.
Finally, the door rattled, and in barged Gabriel with his lips pressed against the mouth of their prey who mumbled and fumbled at the strings holding Gabriel’s clothing closed. They stumbled into the room, and Gabriel pulled back. “My Princess, here he is.”
The prey looked around, confusedly for a moment-- either from the effect of Gabriel or the situation. When his eyes fell on the Princess of Hel he tried to back away, but Loki was now standing between him and the door with a wicked, frightening grin on his face. The prey turned from Loki, feeling his murderous vibes. “No, no, no,” he whispered turning back to the Princess of Hel, “Please, I’m sorry, I beg of you, I don’t want to die!” He fell to his knees, crawling on the ground towards her.
“You grovel for your life in front of the Princess of Hel?” Gabriel spat disgusted, “And to think I had to kiss you.” He wiped his lips with his fist. “You broke our deal.” The She-Devil spoke in a hushed tone, her voice was sinister yet soothing, “Your soul belongs to me and to my father as well.” She looked down at him, kneeling on the carpet of the suite. “Please, let me go, I swear, I just. Not yet, Princess.” She knelt to his level, pulling his face up to look at her, “You know I can’t,” she crooned, “If it isn’t me it might be the helcats or the helhounds, and we wouldn’t want that. They will be much worse than me. Wouldn't you rather go out feeling pleasure than pain?” She reached up to slip the shoulder straps off her shoulders one at a time, the bodice of the dress fell to expose the brilliant scar covered skin of her bosoms. The prey was speechless, his eyes darted between her breasts covetously. His hand reached out to give them both a good fondle, but she batted them away, “Ah, ah, ah, not until you pledge your soul to me…” Without hesitation he replied, “I pledge my soul to you, I will bargain it to you. Just please, I need to feel you again.” “Very well,” she chuckled, glancing at Loki as she rose to her full height, pulling the prey along with her. Her eyes remained locked with Loki’s as the prey began to plant sloppy, hungry kisses on each breasts. His wet tongue darted out to tickle and pluck at each pink nipple. When her breasts filled his lips he suckled on it, moaning deeply, as if he was trying to get milk to come forth. She giggled, “Gentle now.” Her hand went to the soul's hair to grab at it, and her eyes would drift closed from time to time as the prey’s tongue would glide over her sensitive, erect nipples.
He stopped suckling and licking to look up at her, his neck still craned towards her breasts. “Please, Princess, can I please?” He begged. She nodded in answer and he wrenched the dress from around her curving hips, it fluttered to the floor and she stepped out of it. “Lay down, now,” she ordered and the prey did as she bid.
She set herself upon him then, easily taking his erect, jumping manhood inside of her. When he parted her lips with his length she sighed, contentedly. Her eyes rolled as she felt pleasure of the flesh ignite within her. She looked back towards Loki a sadistic smile on her full lips. Loki’s blood  was boiling and he looked away from her, he didn’t want to watch the scene that was unfolding before him like an unwanted disease of the mind. He knew if he watched her ride this prey animal that the sight would be trapped in his mind, incurable forever.
As he looked away he saw Gabriel sitting in a chair, looking entirely seduced by his mate. Loki had had *enough*! Of course, he would allow her to finish what must be done, he had promised, but he had cleverly chosen his words. He made no mention of behaving or acting civil towards the voyeurist upon the chair. He walked towards him, his feet beating against the ground angrily. His hands reached down to grib Gabriel’s collar and easily lifted him to his feet. “Get out.” he hissed venomously-- a clear warning. “You do not belong here! She does not belong to you! Look at her with this perversity again and I shall pluck the eyes from your face.” Loki dragged Gabriel towards the door, opened it and threw Gabriel without, turning back and slamming the door making the metal threshold shake and leaving Gabriel without a chance to respond.
When Loki turned back towards his She-Devil he saw that she was just finishing up, quick enough, but what mortal could last long with a succubus such as her? She had transformed into her true, monstrous, seductive form and was sucking the blood from the man’s neck when Loki stalked over, to her, pushing her aside. His Jotun form was screaming to be acknowledged and without care he allowed the blue tint to rise on his skin, his eyes glowed feverishly with the fury pumping within his veins.
“Hope you enjoyed it!” he spat, “touching her was the last thing you ever did!” and his hand brought forth a long, dagger made of ice. He slit the prey’s throat with it. “Now,” he turned, his rage overtaking him, “I will deal with you, Demon Woman!” Again, she smiled, but this time with a masochistic edge, she wanted Loki to punish her! “You vile, evil woman!” he growled at her, “you are mine and mine alone, I will destroy that soaking pussy of yours until you plead for mercy, yet I won’t stop! My seed will gush forth into your womb! I want your flat, taught belly to be full of my hot seed! You are mine, I claim you! No one else can have you! All mine!” His teeth clenched together and his muscles trembled with adrenaline, his cock jumped at the thought of pumping all of his cum within her belly.
“Loki, Loki, wait” her hand went forth pressing against his unforgiving abdomen. “It is too late for that, Demon Woman!” Loki was truly savage, he was possessed!
“Stop, please I can--” but before she could finish Loki’s cock pushed through her soaking, wet lips, plunging into the weeping cave of her womanhood. “Ah!” she sighed with both pleasure and pain. He filled her up with ease. “Mine!” he barked back at her as he humped her, his hips sliding his cock between her folds, the head of his dick rammed into her walls, to the end of her. His head fell down as he panted heavily from the adrenaline coursing through his Jotun form and claimed her breasts with his own cool tongue. She hissed against the harsh, unforgiving temperature. “Mine,” he mumbled his mouth full of her nipple and he tested it, biting at it between his sharp teeth causing a deep penetrating sensation to ache through it in an erotic way. The She-Devil’s horns were still upon her brow and when she tried to buck against Loki his hand went up to hold her down by her horns. “Stop, Loki! Please!” she cried out, flinching from the pain he was inflicting upon her soft inner flesh. “Mine!” he rumbled. She moaned as he shoved his long length against her cervix and his hand quickly went to her lips, he held her mouth shut as he whispered in her ear. “I will possess you body and soul, I will tear your walls in two if you do not submit to your Master. This pussy belongs to me! You gush for me and my cock will squirt my seed deep into your belly until you are full of it and ache!” She moaned against his palm, excited and aroused by the thought. Shining droplets of sweat began to bead on her chest and on her forehead. “Oh you like that do you, Y/N?” She fervently nodded her head, her hips bucking and coaxing him to release within her.
“Now I want you to be a good girl and clench those pussy muscles for me,” he whispered against her neck. “--Muhhn” she moaned from beneath the palm of his hand. “That’s a good girl for me,” Loki purred. “Now, clench those walls around me and don’t stop until you cum for me.” The She-Devil began to clench her muscles as Loki’s own muscles rippled. With each thrust his core would tighten, his abdomen becoming more defined, and his glutes tightening.
He drew a sharp inhale of breath when she pulled at his cock tightly, “Oh, Norns, Yes.”
The more her velvet walls pulled and gripped around Loki, the closer he came to the edge of orgasm.
But he wasn’t finished with her yet, he needed her to cum for him. The voluntary clenches she gave him were bliss, but the involuntary clenches that happened when she was having a body convulsing orgasm not only pleased him but also felt like nothing he had ever experienced before.
Loki began to move his hips magnetically, so tribally that the flesh above his cock began to grip and rub her satin soft, swollen-with-arousal, clit. With each thrust she would whimper from the pleasure.
Loki commanded her body as if he was her one, true master. An orgasm rose, brewing deep within her hips and finally the dam broke. The orgasm the She-Devil had, made her head tilt back in complete ecstasy. There was a loud hum in her ears and neurons causing a trail of fire to shoot from her groin to the top of her head.
Like Loki had expected, her walls clenched, harder, faster around him, unable to stop, without consent or control and Loki followed her. His hot cum gushed from the weeping head of his length, and he thrust his hips forward ramming the head of his cock into her cervix. He wanted every last drop to enter her. He was overcome with desire to fill her belly full of his cum and once he was finished squirting his seed in her he grabbed her beneath her shoulders and sat up with her cradled against his chest.
They sat there, her on his lap exhausted and him breathing in her spicy scent. Their own bond and bargain was unbreakable. Together they would be unstoppable.
No one could break them apart. Not Odin, not Gabriel, not a soul in the nine realms. Loki was convinced, yet he still couldn't shake the dream that he had just had. What did it really mean and why did he continue to have such a dream? No matter the reason, he would never let go of his She-Devil mate.  
Gabriel is gorgeous truly. Loki is right about that! 
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ofphcenixes · 5 years
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THE PHOENIX || BLUE HAWTHORNE.
ok i won’t lie i stole this intro from veritas 2 kdJKDGF BUT ! if you want to get to know this guy definitely hit the readmore below *shaky eye emoji*. also hi i’m lilac i’m an admin and also a sims enthusiast anyways, back onto what’s important here, this lil bean called red blue !
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personality
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but if you have seen blue’s blog sidebar and title, i feel like you will gather a LOT about his personality lmfao
he is playful, jocular, and honestly? immature
always looking for the childhood he never got to have, y’know?
he is secretly very insecure and always has a need to please. if someone doesn’t like him, he’ll tear himself apart to figure out why.
he’s always telling jokes and always laughing. he’s known for his Memes and is always a good time to be around… if you know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
but also Anti-( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) because ya boi has commitment issues so high they’re past the inevitable spaghetti monster that’s probably floating out there in space
he can also be very maternal when the need arises. he is not good at talking about emotions but he’ll give you a meme or a plate of cookies to Heal You
honestly? the human embodiment of a puppy. cannot be alone for very long, has a short attention span, and craves validation lmfao. give him a squeaky toy and he will be Contented
as a footballer he can be Tough on field when he needs to be but he’s also v sensitive and talks to birds he passes on his morning runs like he’s a disney princess djkgfdk
he struggles academically as he has a short attention span most of the time and thinks too little of himself. however, he’s a lot brighter than most people give him credit for. he’s incredibly creative and a lateral thinker. maths makes him want to die, tho.
also what’s money? blue does not know
to many, blue’s known as the troubled kid who turned his life around. to others, he’s known as the local Meme Dealer. but to a lucky few, he’s known as a friend who would do anything for you.
most just know him as the moron named after a colour tho.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
history. (trigger warning: illness, death, drugs, depression)
WHO’S READY FOR SOME CHROMATIC CONTENT
blue hawthorne, who never goes by his birthname bc he hates it dfkjgdgdf ( what is his birthname ? he’ll never tell ┌( ಠ‿ಠ)┘ ) was born right here in ashmont.
despite not having a lot - he grew up with just him and his mum ( his father left before he was born, never knew a thing about him ), in a tiny trailer park on the outskirts of town. a far cry from the opulent manors peppered all throughout town, and the very lifestyle blue’s mother was accustomed to as a child. however, the pair were content as long as they were together.
despite not having much, blue loved every second of his childhood. he wore his mischief like a crown, smiling wherever he went. he’d always resonated with a love of music and dance, and like his mother before him, danced. ballet was his passion growing up, and started as young as 5.
as a child blue was often teased for this, and the fact that he was so close with his mother. he was also very outspoken and strong-willed, and never let his peers get the best of him. he danced, he laughed, he bruised his knees at any given opportunity. what he lacked in possessions he gained in the abundance of joy he felt in his heart growing up. his mother and a few of his close friends were his world.
when blue turned ten, everything changed.
the jubilant, mischievous, but altogether kind-hearted boy was given the heart-breaking news that his mother had been diagnosed with cancer. margarette hawthorne, much like her son, was a fighter - and didn’t let such a diagnosis keep her down. despite their dwindling lack of funds now going towards medical bills, and the fact blue began sacrificing his own childhood as he took to the role of a caretaker of sorts for his mother, he never took his time with her for granted.
things were okay for a while. there was a point where the doctors were convinced that she was going to make it. blue was a fool. blue believed them.
at the age of thirteen, blue lost everything. he lost his place to live, he lost his childhood and lust for life, and he lost the person he loved most in the world. he lost his best friend.
it wasn’t long before the overbearing sympathy from those around him soured blue. he was sick of being bullied, people not liking him, and altogether not being in control. so what did this boy do ? he quit ballet (the thing he’d loved since he was able to stand), he started drinking, he got involved in a very bad crowd and became a frequenter of the local ashmont police station. blue became a certified Bad Boy™
blue was sent to live with the grandparents that despised him and never acknowledged his existence before that moment. righteous and conservative in their views, they had cast aside their daughter when she had blue out of wedlock, and only reached out to her in her final months. for this reason, blue despised these people (he refused to call them family). he tried his best to be appreciative of a house and food ( which was much better than anything he had growing up ). but he was cold. always cold.
as a teenager, blue fell into a rapid succession of bad decisions. still small, still frail in stature, he found himself at a dissonance with his image and began growing insecure about his looks, the years of torment weighing on him. he found anesthetic in the party scene outside of school, taking to alcohol and drugs as a sedative from the life he felt forced to lead. his grandparents were pigeon-holing him into a preppy, studious boy who’d go on to be a banker or a lawyer, when all blue had wanted to do was be himself. he couldn’t decide if he hated himself or he hated the world more.
at the age of 16, his rap sheet seemed to grow with each rising of the sun. he’d fallen in with a bad crowd, hardly ever heading ‘home’ and couch surfed. at the age of 16 he’d gotten his own car and lived more out of that than the stuffy house on top of the hill where he was supposed to stay. his grades were sinking towards the bottom of the barrel, he was always looking for validation from the bad kids he hung around with and made some very poor decisions in the hopes he’d be liked. in the hopes he’d find a new family.
the partying, the stream of hook ups, his criminal record (mainly with traffic offences, a few write ups for public intoxication and fighting), sobriety, the instability of his living situation and his future all came to boil just before he turned 17. physically he’d started to fill out, and look more like the man people know today. he was no longer frail and no longer weak, and when asked, he used to his fists to forge that path he thought he wanted.
after a dark night, it became apparent to blue that his path of self destruction was hurting no one but himself. whether by choice or by accident, he knew he wasn’t ready to see his mother again. so… he’d hit rock bottom with a spectacular thud. but blue knew the only way to go from there was up.
through nothing short than a McMiracle (sponsored by Ronald McDonald, bc no one else is rich enough to pull it off lmfao) blue managed to scrape by and complete high school.
blue had no doubt his family name (that of his grandparents) helped him secure an athletic scholarship to st etienne. in his year of transformation from 17 to 18 his grandmother had softened to the boy she’d always hated and was riddled with guilt for the years of mistreatment, and promised to pay for his education (that wasn’t covered by his scholarship) as long as he promised to make something of himself. his first year of college, things really started looking up for blue. he was finally back on track.
then woops, grim came a-knocking again
bidding farewell to the grandmother he was only beginning to know, his grandfather had no reason to extend her kindnesses, and cut blue off. at the age of 18 he was homeless, with nothing but a car and a handful of pokemon cards he’d had as a kid. not worth anything or even particularly sentimental, he just likes pokemond kgfjfd.
living in his car for a while before eventually crashing with a close friend, blue managed to absorb his days in study and in work. he quickly found his passion in helping kids, and giving them the childhoods that he never got. going into teaching seemed like a no-brainer.
although blue’s wild days are behind him, there are some things locked in his past that still haunt him. there are doors he never hopes to open again. but he got his fresh start, and is determined to live the life a young blue would have wanted for him, and one his mother could be proud of.
then the grim reaper came back a third time, his scythe begging for daisey rutherford.
the investigation.
blue’s connection to daisey is that they danced in ballet classes together… as you can imagine, daisey had to put on her Evil Training Wheels somewhere and unfortunately, blue was one of her earliest victims. teased constantly for his appearance, his love of ballet, his lack of wealth, and on awful days, his single parent household.
for the most part blue had grown resilient in ignoring these comments. but he never forgot how daisey mistreated him, and sparked a wave of similar comments from people in their year when they were only children.
hey now im not gonna rEVEAL (bc what if he is ??? :o ) anything relating to the crime if he was the murderer, but know he is Lorge and Strong and could probably push daisey over with his finger lmfao
it’s also worth noting that one of daisey’s parents, a beloved surgeon, treated blue’s mother whilst she was in hospital with cancer. the late detection of its return is what caused her death, and blue has been vocal in his blame in the rutherford family for the loss of the person closest to him ever since.
now i’m not saying blue did anything… but if he did, his ‘eye for an eye’ motive ? maybe not as crazy as you may think. especially when you consider your boi already has a criminal record. ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
plots.
atm i am still working on blue’s blob and getting his stats/connections page up BUT !! here are a few fun lil plots beyond his skeleton connections that i’d absolutely love to explore. also here’s his current connections page for further ideas ! 
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS  - blue grew up in ashmont, and didn’t have a lot of friends kfgjfd. if your muse would have been down for a Young Memey Mess that’s fond of a pirouette, blue is your Man. on the flip side, if your muse is one of the Cool Kids and is looking for potential animosity, i’d love someone who tried to squash blue like a bug in their youth (~:
FLIRTATIONSHIP - blue is currently in a (hidden) relationship, and for the first time in his life, gasp, might have feelings. but he’s a fucking walnut and refuses to admit that, so a plot of someone with an unrequited crush, a fun flirtationship, or even someone that just wants to be his wingman would not only be fun, but also incredibly painful - which is what we deserve. 8) (also note, blue is bisexual so any muse would work. <3)
COWORKERS - blue works as a trainer at the ashmont fitness centre ( …. dont @ maaria for the page not being done fgjdgkdf  WE ARE IN THE PROCESS OF UPDATING THE PAGES NOW KDFJGDKFJ). but i’d always be down for plots in the workplace !!
UBER - sorry for the lame ass name lmao but dkjfgfkd blue is not about the party scene anymore ( lowkey bc he’s afraid to get addicted again and throw away everything he’s worked so hard for). but he does care a lot about people, and a pal of his is v much still hooked to that lifestyle and he very dkfgjdf determinedly drives them home every time to ensure they’re safe. could be former party friends, could be current friends in some capacity. maybe there was an incident in their past that blue feels guilt over ( a fight perhaps, trigger warning - maybe an overdose?) and so now he looks after them. or even just having a sibling-like bond, which (as blue is an only child) i’d also love something like that!
STUDY BUDDY - blue is a moron and needs someone to help him not fail kdfjgdf. he may not be naturally adept at getting good grades, but unlike many, he’s trying his absolute hardest. in return, he’s more than happy to be your Meme Dealer. bonus points if it’s unlikely friends, or if they didn’t exactly get along at first. :D
FELLOW FOOTBALLERS - 2 bros sitting in a hot tub five feet apart bc they’re not gay. dkjgdgdf but for REAL. exploring the team dynamic of the football team would be so fun, especially with blue’s reputation and the fact he only started taking up the sport when he was about 15-16, which may be a lot later than other guys in the team.
RIVALS - god they’re probably rivals about memes and i hate that but that’s just what it is :/
ok i have nothing else to say other than thank you for being a sweetheart and reading through this ??? i know it was a McMess but, if you’d like to plot with said mcmess definitely hit me up - or wait it out a lil bc i plan to do some starter stuff and plotting later today. (~: love you all, and viva la daisey ! 
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melodyalanaroster · 5 years
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Messages and Curiosities
Alana had not shown up for class in nearly a week. Nora was sent from the Black Tower with a note stating that she was sick and would be staying home and keeping correspondence for her classes strictly in email.
Rayan Zaidi had spoken to Alana casually on a handful of occasions. At the beach, they established that it was okay for them to call each other by their normal names. She had even notified him why she preferred to be called “Alana” over “Melody” around campus. But he was still curious to know more about her...
One night, as he’s walking out of the Art Building, Rayan checked his phone and noticed a message from Alana’s email, and a conversation began.
“What did I miss in class today?”
“Just a lecture on Oscar Wilde.”
“Ah, so nothing that applies to me.”
“Apparently. How are you feeling?”
“Better. I should be coming back to class next week... But I’ve lost my voice.”
“Don’t you just have a common cold?”
“Yes, but my immune system isn’t the best... And every time I get a cold, I lose my voice.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, my mother isn’t the only one who gets sick easily.”
“You don’t talk about your mother... May I ask why?”
“Every time the topic of my mother gets brought up, and people are forced to think of me as “Melody Roster” rather than “The Grim Reaper” or “Alana”, I get pitied or underestimated.... I hate that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Melody Roster is expected to be Lynne’s responsible, docile, elegant, daughter. That is what has been forced upon me by mom’s fans, and the rest of society. But, ever since mom got sick, especially now that she’s better, when people realize precisely who I am in that form, they pity me because I was the one who gave up everything to go make sure she wasn’t alone.”
“I had no idea.”
“You wouldn’t. You read mom’s books, you know I’m both “Melody Roster” and “The Grim Reaper”... But, while you do look at me with curiosity in your eyes, you don’t look at me with pity or fear.”
“I see no reason to. You are a fascinating young woman. You don’t talk much at all, and when you do, its only to a very select few.”
“I have my reasons behind that.”
“May I ask what those are?”
“Take the people you know that are around me... The ones you spend the most time with... Leigh, Rosalaya and Melody. I have great disdain for the girls and a neutral feeling towards Leigh.”
“Why?”
“I’ve always been better friends with Leigh’s brother, Lysander. Leigh has always been either “Lysander’s brother” or “Rosa’s boyfriend” to me. We don’t talk much. Rosalaya used to be one of my best friends... And, well, you saw what happened at the beach when I slapped her.... That was simply the straw that broke the camel’s back. As for Melody.... I’ve given her enough rope to hang herself with multiple times over the time we’ve known each other and she’s hung herself ten fold.”
“And the others that you talk to?”
“Care to specify?”
“That rock star?”
“Cas? He’s part of the old High School group. He and I are friends.”
“That woman who runs around dressed up as a fairy?”
“That’s my aunt, Agatha. She’s my mom’s little sister. I can always talk to her.”
“What about that blonde boy who is constantly causing trouble? You talk to him a lot.”
“Nathaniel is a special circumstance. I enjoy talking to him for many reasons.”
“Special circumstance?”
“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told the Director a couple of weeks ago... My dealings with Nathaniel Jacott is my business. Please don’t pry on that note.”
“My apologies.”
“Did you know? Because of our handful of conversations, there is a rumor that you and I are together?”
“There are a lot of rumors surrounding you. Why are you bringing this one up?”
“Because this one has been brought to my attention by various people and I feel the need to address it.”
“I am aware that this rumor has been circling around the campus...”
“Are you interested in me?”
“You do realize its wrong to ask your professor that.”
“You do realize that, while you are my professor, I outrank you by society’s standards because of my R.D.R rank. So, in fact, it’s perfectly okay for me to ask you that.”
“Alana...”
“Don’t make me ask again, Rayan. I hate repeating myself.”
“It would be better for me to discuss my feelings in person.”
“That, dear sir, would only emphasize the rumors.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because, the only place I can properly communicate with people is the Tower. Unless you’d like my response strictly by text while you talk to me. So, inviting you to into my home while you discuss your feelings for me would emphasize the rumors simply because someone always has their eyes on the Tower. Its widely known that I’m the only student at Anteros who lives there. So, everyone knows that you’d be there to see me. So, please, answer my question.”
“With what you are, how would emphasis on the rumors cause trouble?”
“While I am a high ranking person in society, whose organization funds Anteros’ Engineering program, I am still your student. I am still ten years younger than you. A professor being interested in me doesn’t affect me, personally. In fact, sparking people’s curiosity is expected. I don’t even have to be around to do that. But it does affect you. You are not allowed to show interest in your students, in that form. You know that, you’ve been made aware of that on multiple occasions. You could still, very well, lose your job.”
“And if I am interested in you?”
“For multiple reasons, I’ll have to turn you down.”
“May I inquire as to those reasons?”
“Rayan, while I do find you fascinating and physically attractive... I cannot be with you. I’m sure, by now, you’ve heard the rumor “The Grim Reaper broke her own heart to protect the one she loves most.”, right?”
“I’ve heard it multiple times, yes.”
“My enemies have been neutralized. I intend to restore my heart.”
“So, it’s true.”
“Yes.”
“May I ask, who it is?”
“You already have the answer to that. All you have to do is let your powers of observation guide you.”
“Do you think they’ll accept you back?”
“After traversing through the dimensions of demons, all I can do is hope they will.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Then I am doomed to walk through this world alone. For I can love no one else.”
“Alana, you know that’s not true. You’re still young.”
“Rayan, I have loved him for years. Much longer than I’ve even been “The Grim Reaper”. I have fought, bled, and nearly died on multiple occasions to get to the point where I have the freedom to even try to get him back. I am not going down without one hell of a fight.”
“I’ll admit, I do envy him. But if he hasn’t come back to you yet, he must be blind. Women like you don’t appear every day.”
“He’s tortured, not blind. Don’t insult him. And I am the only woman of my kind.”
“I didn’t mean to insult him. I meant that if I were in his position, and you came to me, I’d take you back immediately.”
“Would you? An ex breaks up with you for a reason that you can’t possibly believe because that person would never fall in with a crowd like that, only to come back about four and a half years later with a skyscraper full of proof of what they were doing and that they weren’t lying to you... You’d take them back so easily?”
“Logically, I would.”
“You and I both know logic and reason don’t entirely apply when it comes to matters of the heart.”
“You’re right. But I have a point.”
“A lot has happened to him and me in the last four and a half years. I have to walk through Hell again to reach him.”
“And you’re willing to do so?”
“He’s worth it.”
“I really do envy him.”
Alana’s eyes had begun to get heavy. She checked the time and noticed it was getting late.
“Well, sir, it was nice talking to you this evening... But I’ve grown tired and I really should get some rest.”
“It’s always a pleasure talking with you, Alana. Goodnight and sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight Rayan.”
During the conversation, Rayan had managed to walk to his apartment. He opened the door, took off his blazer and vest, grabbed a glass and a bottle of brandy, poured himself a drink, sat down in the armchair by the window, stared at the Black Tower, took a sip of his drink and thought for a minute. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide and he sighed.
“That Jacott boy had better realize what he has before him.”
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oh my God wait my head is so empty that i didnt realise chandler was the name of your oc and i thought you were just really into frienfs im so.
OO NOO LMAO all the specific names are my OCs
for my irl friends I just tag posts under “friends tag” !!!
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sleepdeprivedfemale · 5 years
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Book of Eibon: Safe Edition - Resbang 2018
Summary:
[POST MANGA] Seeking answers, Maka writes down the legible parts of the Academy's copy of the Book of Eibon. However, she comes across peculiar directories, vague musings, confounding retellings, illegible paragraphs, horrifying prototypes and two simple lists of names.
Pairing: None/Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: Vague cosmic horror stuff
Word Count: ~12k
 Wonderful art by @hey-dairy-queen can be found here: https://hey-dairy-queen.tumblr.com/post/180923905355/happy-resbang-2018-this-one-is-for
Beta work by: @zxanthe , Emzilla
Sample (full links to the story at the end):
Chapter 1: A Rationale
Nothing rational about this.
This is entry 01
Entry 00
Entry a
Hello.
My name is Maka Albarn. These notes are made for my own personal use. But, just in case anything happens to me, I am writing this down as I attempt to decipher the Book of Eibon. Or more accurately, the copy of the Book of Eibon stored in the Academy’s Archives. If anyone else is reading this, then I am probably dead or Soul has stolen my diary (in which case GIVE IT BACK YOU IDIOT!)
I will be making these notes for the sake of archival. With the Kishin Asura sealed away, I believe that we are entering a new era of peace. But the dreams However, sometimes I recall our fight with the Kishin and I find myself plagued with questions. Asura kept referring to himself, Kid, and the late Lord Death as Great Old Ones of Order. At first, I thought it was a alternate title to Grim Reaper, like Shinigami or Charos. However, after the reveal of the Grim Reapers’ lurking Madness, the Madness of Order, I got susp curious. I am keeping this search a secret from everyone else, as I do not want to distract them with what may turn out to be a wild goose chase.
My hopes for my search are to shed more light into the mysterious title of the ‘Great Old Ones of Order’ along with the ‘Madness of Order’ inherent to Grim Reapers. I believe that my research will not only help me understand more about how the world works, but also more about the Grim Reapers. More about what exactly happened to Asura to cause his Black Blood to engulf the Moon. And whether Asura could eventually escape. and if Crona
Point being, I believe we need more information about these things. I tried to ask Kid initially, but he remained tight-lipped and gave me vague answers. I think he does know a few things but is choosing not to tell me for whatever reason (not that I don’t understand why he could be doing that but it’s still frustrating).
So, I began my search about the ‘Great Old Ones of Order’, which is why my room now resembles a mini-library. (Soul if you’re STILL reading this I know you stole a book from the pile, give it back because I have to return it!) Disappointingly, my initial search for ‘Great Old One of Order’ came up empty.
But I did find a passage about ‘Great Old Ones’ in ‘A Personal Account of Apocryphal Phenomena’ by J. Brooks. It is an old book from the late 19th century, so it was a pain to read through, but I did find what I was looking for. Here is the passage below, modified to Modern English:
‘Great Old Ones. Terrible, terrible things. Hidden away.
I first heard that phrase in a most inconceivable way. Following a doomed Expedition to the North Pole that never returned, an old friend of mine who was a well-respected Professor in Miskatonic University, and who was supposedly the owner of some ghastly tome though I could not confirm such rumours, wrote a very long rambling letter to the editor of the local Gazette before using everything he had to purchase arctic survival equipment and a ticket to the North Pole. I had met with him shortly before he departed on his ill-fated mockery of an Expedition, and I had the distinct impression that he had not been of right mind for a long time. My poor friend had been muttering on and on about Pagan Gods, Witches and Shapeshifters, ramblings which my mind is still reeling from. He ranted about so-called Great Old Ones, a class of beings that God Himself would ‘look away from with disgust and fear’. He claimed that the doomed Expedition was not lost because of bad planning, misfortune, or anything so pedestrian, but because of a curiosity so terrible that it compelled them to search for things that were better left unearthed.
Now, my friend had always been an eccentric sort, having ventured into a small settlement in Nevada that had him grumbling about ‘sneaky locals’ and ‘barely concealed secrets’, but he is (well, was) one of the smartest people I have ever met. His sharp wit, deep intellect and excellent mentorship are what helped me reach a Professorial position. Whether his mind had succumbed into madness had been inconsequential; at that time, I had felt honour-bound to pick up where he had left off, from a small agenda he left me before he departed for his untimely demise.
That turned out to be one of the worst ideas of my life.
My search led me to dark profane paths spanning our humble globe, which I recount here. Places forsaken by God and too vile for the Devil. I infiltrated secret rituals of human sacrifice where bodies writhed in a mad dance. I saw them ambushed by what I hesitantly call people, but only because they dared to kill the vile abominations that rose from the aforementioned rituals. They all spoke of souls and power and death, the latter as an actual entity rather than a mere concept.
I am haunted by my nightmares. I see guillotines hanging over my neck. I see drooling faces that maybe once upon a time used to be human. I fear I may be committed, all because I dared ponder what lies under this world’s thin layer of skin. Where I had hoped to find blood and sinew, all signs of an orderly existence, I found skull-faced abominations, each more horrible than the last.
And it was all for nothing. I am no less lost about my search for the so-called ‘Great Old Ones’. But I do have a singular clue about where to start looking.
Search for the Book. The Book by a so-called Sorcerer, though they are rumoured to be something much worse. Find the Book.’
 Keep reading on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16900056?view_full_work=true
Keep reading on fanfiction.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13141820/1/Book-of-Eibon-Safe-Edition
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A longer than I thought oneshot of how Dai met Dao in the Yakuza AU because I think it’s pretty interesting and @nightcrownsking​ and I talked about it recently !!!
But it’s a gorey, so just a warning !! Also slight lemon lines because he thought it fit kjgdbfg I am dying. This is my first time writing such and I am dying.
A single person was feared by many. They were scared of his crimson red eyes and the blood that was spotted on his hands.They were afraid of the possibility of dying by his hands with that dark grin on his face. They were terrified of what this man is capable of, and it was no secret to hide- he was a murderer who didn’t fear a single damn thing in the world.
People would have thought he’d fear a gun to his head or a knife to his neck- but every time he was caught, he’d just... laugh. He would smile at threats and burst out laughing even if someone was ready to shoot him. His happiness was uneasy to them, and he’d even tell them to shoot him. He’d tell them to shoot the loaded gun to make his miserable life end but even if they had the chance to- they couldn’t do it.
They were afraid.
A couple of members in the Yakuza have been leveling up his name, from the name “Death” it turned to “Devil” and he knew that. He would only look for the person who stared that name so he could get their head and use it as a trophy. He has been called by that sinful name, so why not be what people see him as? He was being enveloped by hatred and fear, so why not be the strongest yakuza member alive?
Certainly, he was one of the worst people to be against.
He had his clothes dirtied up by blood and he had a knife at hand. The joy in his eyes fading away as he noticed the person stopped responding to everything he did. He poked their leg with a knife, he shot them on the arm and he was started to become really pissed. They weren’t reacting to anything he did.
His expression darkened and he threw the weapons he had to the side. “Are you trying to act tough on me? I hope you know that it makes me want to break you more. You’re no fun. I will make this fun by force if I have to...” His expression darkened and he soon placed his hands around the person head, his thumbs on their eyes and he began squeezing. He placed more force and he didn’t hold back at all. There was no scream that came from the man even if he placed the man’s eyeballs deep into its sockets. “Why are you not screaming?!”
“He died before that, Death.” A ginger who was there all along replied and he only placed his hands away from the person’s head, his hands all dirtied up. “You tortured them until they lost all their blood. You skinned a part of their abdomen, you used so much needles to prick him to hear him scream, you used your knife, you used every weapon you had... How could he not die by blood loss?”
The person who was talking to him was known as “Cross”, but to him, they were someone else... She was someone else. Her name was Christelle and she was forced to crossdress by her father to give his family a name and a boy heir. She was more than just his best friend and right hand, but she also tamed his wild side. “Boring. If it were someone like Aroon he’d survive longer.”
Christelle became silent and only shook her head. “Yes. We know that well. Aroon has survived torture and it caused several scars on his back and chest. He has more will power than anyone else, but it doesn’t mean you should compare such a man to him.” She explained. “It’s not a fair comparison. If it were any other ordinary man, they would have died just as quick.”
He huffed as he listened to the person who talked and he quickly wiped his hands with a handkerchief before throwing it into the trashcan. “That is true. But I wish I could do something more fun than this. Torture is the only thing I take pleasure from.” 
“And your ships.”
He only paused for a moment but it was replaced by a frown. “Yes. But you do know I can’t have fun if they’re not here.” He quickly says before walking to the door. “I love to tease them and I love seeing their reactions. I love talking about them but it gets boring if there’s nothing new... I’ve told you everything, Cross.” He explained. “There’s no joy in my veins if I don’t see them or talk about them.”
She sighed at her friend, and she wanted to curse what changed him for the worse. The death of Masae’s parents. Ever since that day he changed. He was too harsh on himself, and he used to even hit himself to at least feel something else but numbness. He began to take a liking to other people’s pain once he couldn’t find satisfaction in hurting himself. “Maybe Misten Chankul is right. You need a new lover.”
“Love can’t fix me.” Dai reminded Christelle this and she only listened to him. “Love does seem nice, but as if anyone would look passed my sins. I’ve done too much. If it were someone who can look passed me, then that’s a different story.”He twisted the knob. “But everyone sees me as a devil. Even our allies.” The door shut behind Christelle and her eyes only showed nothing but sorrow.
Did he actually think that? She hoped that he knew that they actually cared for him... He could sometimes be a problem to them, but it didn’t mean they’d hate him. It doesn’t, but Dai has always felt that way... and it hasn’t changed.
He took a quick shower and decided to fix himself up. “I’ll be out for a while, probably go have a few drinks.” He told his members this, with a small grin on his face. “See you all later, I’ll be sure not to get shot.” There were times that he had to fake it all up with a smile, so at least he could try make other people smile back at him.
After a few minutes, he ended up in a bar which were filled with fellow members of the yakuza, but some immediately got up and leave. He was surprised by this reaction, and he didn’t really care. He needed some alone time right now before he could conflict harm to anyone else. He brought out his knife with the usual deadly smirk on his face and even more people left... Until it was no other than a woman with her hair tied up.
Dai groaned the moment he spotted the female just sitting down, not even looking behind. “My, my... We have a brave woman here.” He said it in a mocking tone and he decided to sit beside the woman who continued to drink from her wine glass. “Not even scared of the devil himself.” He brought the knife near her neck and she just placed her glass down, hardly reacting.
“I don’t need to be scared of a demon, now should I?” She replied to him without hesitation, and as soon as she opened her eyes, he saw golden eyes that seemed to be a similar shade to a person he was close to. “I’m one of their kind, honey.” She smiled at him and placed the tip of her finger on the knife. “Can you kindly place this away? I don’t want to have blood in my whiskey.”
His grin was replaced by a frown and he quickly kept his knife the moment she said those words. “How odd.” He never thought that someone would react so calmly, and his comment made the woman giggle before offering him her glass. “A woman who isn’t afraid of dying.”
She lifted up her glass to his lips and he winced slightly at her action. “A demon shouldn’t be scared of death. They should be scared of God himself. And you aren’t any kind of god, now are you- Death?”
It was... intriguing. She knew his title, she knew his name- and there was no tint of fear in her eyes. It made him want to try and scare her. “I am no god, surely.” He stated. “But I do know how to take lives just like how a god does, sweetie.” He tried threatening her and she only crossed her legs and he started to observe her from head to toe.
She was wearing a black leather jacket, and a leather skirt that perfectly matched with it. She was wearing a crop top that revealed a portion of her skin and even had high boots that reached her knees. She noticed where his eyes were travelling and she only made him chug down alcohol because she tilted her glass to his lips.
He soon wiped his lips the moment she placed the glass away from him, and instead of glaring at her like he would- he only focused on her face. She looked rather amused by him, her eyes still glued to him. “Maybe next time, you should look at a girl’s face like this instead of looking at her whole body.” She teased. “But to reply to your words, you may know how take lives... I’ve heard the rumors fly around. However, I do believe you don’t know how to take a woman’s heart if you stared at my body like that.”
He only scoffed at her comment. “Oh wow. Commenting on that even if your life is on the line?” He wasn’t pissed off at her, but he was entertained. He thought that acting like that would have made her stay longer and he was right. She did stay longer.
“My life? It’s all yours then. You’re Death after all. Isn’t that supposedly your job? To take lives? You make me think of the Grim Reaper.”
She was truly interesting.
He ended up laughing, and he didn’t expect to do so. “You’re sassy. You remind me of a man I know.” He turned around to see the bartender sweating, as he waited for something for a while now. “Oh sorry. Forgot to order. Maybe a simple thing, like a cocktail or something.” The bartender nodded before going back to work. “Since you made me laugh... I could spare your life for today. Death does love some jokes.”
“Glad you could spare a woman like me. Maybe I can reward you. Men who stay in the Yakuza for too long usually crave for something...So what is it? Money? Possessions? Sex? You name it, I’d be glad to give you anything.” 
The male froze at her comment. Was she serious about this whole reward thing? “Dirty woman you are. Even willing to sacrifice such thing to reward me? I am honored.” He would have to admit that the person he met was attractive. Golden eyes and purple hair, some clothes that showed some portions of her skin and even had black clothes that made him pretty weak.
“I don’t mind. You seem more fun than any other guy I’ve spoke in the bar. They’ll just kneel down and kiss my feet. You, however...” She placed the tip of her finger on his chest. “Seems like you’ll make me the one kneeling. You’re so feared, so I want you to prove to me that there’s actually something to love about you. Grin? Charming. Smirk? Alluring. But we can’t really tell if you’re seductive unless we do something, right?”
“I’ve never been offered such.” He replied. “But sure. Why not? It wouldn’t hurt to try.” He smiled politely and the bartender came back with the alcohol he ordered. “But maybe after I drink.” He picked up the glass, and took a sip. He choked on his drink the moment he felt warm air hit his ear and a fingernails sliding on his neck.
“Drink later. People are best served warm.”
He didn’t know how to react the moment heat rushed in his body- he felt like an animal wanting to eat its prey. “Impatient, now are you? It would be a waste if I ditched this drink if I have already ordered it.”
“Who says we’re not staying in the bar?”
He placed his drink away for a moment and he admittedly felt blood rush his face. Was she serious? In a public place like this? “Well that’s surprising. For a first, I’d actually think you’d want some privacy.”
She grabbed the necktie of his and pulled him close, and a little smirk was present on the face of the feared member of the Yakuza. “I’m sorry, I feel a bit impatient. And there’s better things to chug down than alcohol tonight, honey.”
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merlinthoughts · 5 years
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Season 1 Episode 5 - Lancelot<3
- YES BBG’s IT'S MY BOY LANCE
- he’s one of my fav characters u guys don't even KNOW
- like yah okay, i've only seen hiM FOR ONE EPISODE
- but he’s the light of my life
- and he may not even come back but he looks like a character that would come back especially if the fucking ep is named after him
-  oh damn, i sure hope he does
- and goes into arthurs posse of knights or whatever, replacing val
- or what valerie was gonna be
- idek, lets get to it bc i could go on for days just picturing lance as a main character while continuously expressing my love for him
- BUT NOTHING ELSE OBVIOUSLY BC THIS IS NOW A CATHOLIC WEBSITE
- tumblrs trynna urge me to go with them nasty thoughts
- you wish tumblr
- you WISH you can ban me
- u can't live without sucking dick >:(
- wow slow down shev... wow okay sorry. christianism. i forgot
- it got the best of me
- back to the episode!
- omg it's buckbeak why he making a cameo in merlin??
- my inner potterhead(uwu) is coming out i hate this
- bet you can't guess which house i'm in ;)
- it's fucking slytherin, it's literally so obvious
- hissshiss motherfuckers
- ew guys
- this is so hard to type considering my fucking ‘-’ button (called a dash for u furries who only see a face) is broken and i have to literally smash it to make it work, so i'm just insanely typing up the next dash by screaming at my keyboard that i can't fucking fix
- and i have so many dasHES TO DO!
- that made no sense bc yall aren't living in my socks at the moment
- BUT I'M DYING IT'S SO HARD TO JUST GET IT TO PRESS
- fuck it copy paste, my best friend, you always come when the time is needed
- LANCELOT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL
- lowkey looked like that guy from the 100 though
- but better
- nothing against baloney of course
- lancelot literally just introduced himself, the camera panned in onto his chest, then he proceeded to faint or some shit with the camera still zoomed on his chest, and merlin reached up to grab his shirt, probably to yank it the fuck off and the opening credits rolled up. wtf was that scene.
- WAIT I REWINDED IT
- it's not supposed to be a zoom in of his chest lmao, my hoe ass thought we had a little fanservice for a second, but there's a big mushroom-looking blood stain on his shirt which i guess is supposed to mean he's fucking dead so it's not all that confusing anymore
- when was he stabbed tho?
- whatever. shit always goes down in BBC that's often unexplainable.
- “it had claws, wings…” arthur stops his sentence melodramatically while uther looks terrified. “and.. what?” WHAT UTHER?? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?? YOU THINK ARTHURS  GONNA BE LIKE “FANGS, STEVE BUSCEMI'S EYEBALLS, DANNY DEVITO’S HAIRLINE, TALKS LIKE JOHN MULANEY?? I JUST TOLD YOU WHAT I SAW, NOT WHAT I IMAGINED. FATHER”
- but no… livestock apparently
- that’s what uthers shocked by
- not that theres a fucking griffin living in his world
- wait theres magic, means theres magic creatures doy
- but still, even if we all had magic here, i think it would be a little shocking seeing a griffin come for buckingham palace randomly
- or i guess if youre reading this and are in america, in the white house
- oh and it took only people apparently
- i guess that’s a little more severe but i stand uncorrected
- they be having a wild time in the hippogriff’s house ;)
- honestly sounds like a fucked up hogawart house
- here we have slytherin, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and... *looks at smudged writing on hand* hippogriff
- okay, who tf has a dream of coming to camelot when it's the most feared place, with banned magic and an asshole king with his hot bitchy son and a sorcerer who just brings chaos to the land
- well i mean, me 
- bc of the hot bitchy son but whatever
- camelot? more like cameNOT
- arthur calls himself the ultimate killing machine like the edge lord he is
- ARTHUR FUCKING KO’D THE BITCH
- knee to the nose and all wtf man
- this is probably foreshadowing smth with the “only noble blood can swoosh like a knight” thing, like somethings gonna happen and poor people are gonna revolt and uthers gonna be like “GEEZ fine, okay, no nobles can become a knight”
- merlins such a shit stirer, telling lance he can be a knight and telling him arthur would love him when we really know whats gonna happen bc of that rule
- and here’s gaius like uhh u liar wtf, crushing lance’s dreams while merlins just like wtf gaius, live in the moment, we can do anything, this is OUR show
- literally their such good friends and have known each other for a solid 10 minutes only
- i'm not that big into beards but id love to rub my face on lance’s
- HOMEWORK IS MERLIN’S EXCUSE, MERLIN UR LIKE 20 IN A WORLD PROB WITHOUT HOMEWORK
- haha little fault there, or like a minor inconvenience which isn’t important but i like to pretend to be smart: middle ages or well the show’s era was more in “AD” (476-ish is the start of middle ages, while the arthurian legend is supposed to happen in the 5/6th century so yeah, technically 400/500 AD), and homework supposedly only started up in 1095 so BOOM BBC GOTCHA
- no, merlin’s not gonna perform magic right in front of the librarian
- does he not know the wrath of librarians???
- our librarian at school literally kicked everyone out of the library once for the whole semester because there was an apple core on the bookshelf. this was during exam week. do u know how much i wanted to kill the person who didn't admit to their mistakes and let everyone suffer. WE COULDN'T ENTER TO EVEN STUDY
- OH GOD, HE'S DOING IT MERLIN IS A FUCKING MESS
- gwen and lancelot are my favourite thing, i literally want them to be together by the next episode
- or the next one with lance
- WAIT LANCELOT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A MAIN CHARACTER ISN'T HE BC I KNOW VAGUELY THE ARTHURIAN LEGEND AND LANCELOT WAS A KNIGHT WASN'T HE???? HE WAS A FUCKING KNIGHT AND ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT NEXT TO LIKE IDK BEDEVERE OR SMTH THIS IS AMAZING NEWS GUYS I LITERALLY COULD BE A DETECTIVE
- !!!! the only heto ship on this show i actually adore !!!!!!
- i mean i only love two things: merthur and glance
- idek what gwen and lance’s ship name is so its now glance
- merlin would be the best wingman for them by being gwens bestie
- “you can start by cleaning out the stables” *lance looks to merlin while merlin gives him the biggest smile and thumbs up* this fuckING DORK
- harry potter au where everything is the same but that grim reaper looking human creature in the prisoner of azkaban executing buckbeak is actually lancelot in the future 
- for symbolism purpose, not saying lance is like an animal killer but yknow
- same thing with the griffin yknow
- the two prettiest dudes in my world fighting against one another while sweat is glistening down their forheads is my new favourite aesthetic
- BUCKBEAK HAS COME
- oh wait no, people having been attacked by buckbeak have come
- netflix fucked up by subbing arthur as “orther” and i never laughed so hard
- don’t make me fucking laugh when there’s an ambush, netflix, this is not christian
- annd arthur’s pride is gone, and he goes up to chop lance’s fucking head off
- OH SHIT THAT TRANSITION THOUGH
- i'm so proud of my bb like genuinely so proud, lance deserves so much and here is is!! a knight!!
- MORGANA APPEARS THE LOML
- the three lomls in one room?? seriously bbc?? you really doing that to me?? for once im actually impressed and happy
- he's gonna get caught, i mean i KNOW that, but like it's still stressing out
- ewewewewewewewewewew
- arthur called morgana “isn't she so beautiful??” with a lovey dovey face pls don't lead this to that stepsibling porn bullshit i'm going to fucking puke
- i hated that shadowhunter bullshit like they seriously going to hit me with the indirect incest?? i was so done. i hated jace and clary, idc if theyre like the most popular couple, like wheres my raphael lovers at bc that's a boy i can enjoy
- “so if you could choose one... lance or arthur?” merlin subtly asks gwen like he doesn't have an answer himself
- it would have been so perfect geez, gwen and lance, merlin and arthur, myself and morgana
- i really wanna know what lance, merlin and arthur look like drunk bc that's a hell of a hangover they got the next morning and they probably cut out most of the soiree so like what did they do?? was there any drunk dancing and flirting??? bc i literally want to see that happen
- ik it's a bad thing but those drunk tropes where someone confesses their love to the person they like while under the influence is my favourite thing bc it's both hilarious, genuine and the other person often helps them to their feet and gets them to a safer place to rest and that's fricken adorable guys!
- not the drinking obviously, thats like a thing you can enjoy if you want but ya girl does not like drinking. or, well, she likes drinking with a limit. you can tell who likes to be the designated driver lmao. people here be drinking flat out whiskey and i tried it once and it burned by fucking throat
- merlin fucked up
- and this is technically his fault
- THEY GOT CAUGHT LMAO IT IS HIS FAULT
- hungover and caught this won't bode well
- “not worthy of a knighthood”
- hey so how do you retract a knighthood?
- do you like reverse the shoulder tapping
- like if you're christian, bc you know, we, as a christian group on this tumblr site, should already know about it... but when we do that cross thing on our shoulders, it means like a direct call with god or some shit. and if we do it the opposite direction it's considered the antichrist so is it the same for knighthood?
- OMG I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANy
- okay with christianity it's tapping the head the stomach, shoulder then shoulder, right? but the reverse is the anti cross like shoulder to shoulder, stomach and head. but… what if it were tapping the stomach, crotch, hip to hip? it would make sense right??? since the cross is upside down… it would lead to the dick and not the head. THAT'S WHY IT'S AN UPSIDE DOWN CROSS. BC YOU AINT SUPPOSED TO GRAB THEM BALLS UNTIL MARRIAGE!!! I SEE OMG I SEE YOU JESUS, TRYNNA HIDE UR FLOURISHING SEXUALITY
- omg guys, don't grab ur fucking balls in this blog post, it's considered the antichrist
- “you never will be” lmao he's gonna come back, he's lancelot, that's a main in the og legend
-  how pissed will lance be with merlin
- i hope big time bc like... angry lance *dries off sweat with hands*
- aw damn lance isn't mad he's like “this is my punishment. mine to bare, mine to bare alone. stop blaming urself. i put this on me” this fucking goof is making me swoon once fucking more
- NOW BUCKBEAKS BACK
- he's a real goat x3
- buckbeak can literally fuck shit up in the air, camelot has nothing on him
- ARTHURS FUCKING DEAD LMAO
- oh wait he aint, just a few of his knights
- imagine being an extra and playing as one of those knights. having to fight next to bradley james, and have him look at you when someones doing something stupid like you can mentally agree with him and then pretend to die on camera. that would be my dream. make-a-wish better do me some good when i get diseased that will prob be named after me
- hoephagus
- stupidolis
- nah thats stupid
- ;)
- i now understand mulans will to pretend to be a guy and join the army bc i would literally do that if i could stay with arthur fucking pendragon
-  aw it's called a griffin not a hippogriff
- i'm saddened
- harry potter has taught me WRONG
- this looks to be the climax where merlins like “fine guys, geez, i'll kill the griffin bc i'm magic!! wow!!! but arthur obviously knew, and i thought gwen was gonna know but she shocked me even more when she didn’t like fucking hell everyones oblivious. but since you can only kill buckbeak with magic, sigh, i'm exposing myself ig” even if it's like halfway through season 1 with 5 seasons altogether, this looks to be the right time
- this really sounds to be what we are waiting for, what kilgarah said about the destiny merlin will have
- WAIT WE HAVEN'T SEE THAT BITCH IN A WHILE
- wheres the dickwad gone lmao like was the actor busy the last few episodes or what?
- OMG ARHTURS BREAKING LANCE OUT OF PRISON SO HE CAN BE A KNIGHT
- how is the “arthurs pretty gay” theory not popped up more times on here
- like we all know merthurs pretty great and all
- but CANON wise arthur seems super gay to me
- like he just told lance to get up his ass because “i need… uhh... camelot needs” like he was just about to say he needs lance in his life
- have you not seen the glances??
- fucking hell
- arthur slowly comes closer to lance pretending to talk about what he knows about the creature
- lance also coming closer to ask if he truly believes that, with a raised eyebrow
- thought this shit was only in books and fanfics
- but no guys, we got a gay eyebrow raise
- bc we all know only the gays are capable of eyebrow raises
- fucking hell this is gay i cant even explain it
- like its subtly gay, but out of context youd think this is something out of a fansite
- and merlins not even in this scene
- “take the horse and never return to this place” OKAY NO FIRST OF ALL SECOND OF ALL FUCK OFF LMAO THIS ISNT GAY ANYMORE
- i mean he’s doing it out of the goodness of his heart, saving him from prison and all but lance wants to like…  be a good man and you aint letting him do that
- OMG LANCE IS SAYING GOODBYE TO GWEN
- LANCE BETTER FUCKING KISS HER
- I LOVE GWEN AND LANCE TOGETHER #STAN
- fucking kiss you fucking bafoon
- THEY DIDN'T FUCKING KISS WTFUCKINGFUCK
- merlin looks so dumb holding his dagger as if he doesn’t know what to do with it but i love that for me
- WAIT I THOUGHT LANCELOT WAS LITERALLY GONNA GO YEET OUT OF CAMELOT NOT TO FUCKING SACRIFICE HIMSELF AND FIGHT THE GRIFFIN
- bafoons, all of them
- big bouncing bucking bafoons
- arthur looks so scared i've never been so in love and want to PROTECT
- omg for all merlin and lance know, that scream was arthur fucking dying- OMG IT WAS ARTHUR
- HE'S FUCKAN DEAD
- nvm he's alive but like yall not think to check for some arterial wounds bc he could be alive now, but in 5 mins he could legit not make it
- slow music means death
- lancelot you were the best husband i've ever had, rip
- i would be crying more if i didn’t know what happened, but since i already spoiled myself on the first season by watching this about a year ago, i'm not that sad but its still getting to me slightly
- hahahaha so happy everyones okayyy
- ARTHUR AND LANCE TiME!
- arthur looks so happy for lance literally crack ship right there
- why does nobody talk about this wyd
- and here’s arthur defending lance’s honour
- but uthers being a bitch
- omg that transition from lance being told to wait outside, the camera following him out of the room and the doors slamming behind him just in time to hear uther yell at arthur from next door is what gives me chills
- uther better fucking accept lance
- “the law is the law” yeah but the law also says to stop being a stuck-up bitch, uther
- literally lance is the only fucking person to not see through merlins blatant magic tricks
- like he saw that shit, called it out and was not like “oh what its a trick of the wind, surely”
- and he's not fazed at all, u see merlin it aint that bad to tell some people
- the only thing he is worrying about is the credit he says he doesn’t deserve bc merlin killed the griffin and not him
- see how fucking great my husband is, guys
- he better not be like “sucks to suck, i lied again! it aint me, chief” to uther and arthur
- NAH OKAY HE’S JUST BIDDING HIS FAREWELL IM GONNA FUCKING CRY IN THE CLUB
- he better fucking come back soon >:(
- seasonal guest star at least
- main characters, big bonus
- we barely saw morgana this episode and i'm not okay with that, but at the same time it was more lance-centric so i'm aight actually. we got all the time in the world for my baby girl, but lance :’( good luck man
- literally everyone is so gay for lance
- gwens into him for sure, and i love that the most (guess thats not gay but whatever, beggars can't be choosers)
- arthur has a little crush ngl
- and merlins full out in love with him
- not to mention MY FUCKING SELF
- i mean, i won't deny that he’s literally perfect in every way and i've only known him for one episode, but i agree whole heatedly with these crushes
- “till next time, sir lancelot” merlin whispers with a smile
- yeah that's me right there
- BC I'LL BE SEEING HIM IN THE FINAL EPISODE OF THIS SEASON!
- greeting us all with the news on being cast full-time for the show, being the best guard around and a lover boy to all
- guys i feel like i'm on aphrodisiacs but instead of desire for sex, it's love for lancelot
- send help
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