#tw: hurt bunny legend

[adrift-in-thyme]

Ooh, you’re taking drabble requests? :D Could I get something with Legend and Warriors maybe? Angst or fluff or whatever (though you know I love hurt/comfort XD) Love your writing!

-Sky Floor

Thanks so much for the request!! 💖 I went with hurt/comfort ;)

Sorry it took me so long to write this! Hopefully it proves to be worth the wait

Warning: an animal is trapped and injured in this fic. It’s not graphic but keep yourselves safe!

Fic beneath the cut

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Legend has been gone for two days.

Hard as he tries, Warriors can’t stop the worry from seeping in, spreading past his careful defenses. The vet can handle himself, that much is for certain. But to disappear the way he did, so soon after they had been separated from the others and during an intense monster fight, it’s more than a little concerning.

When a day of searching ends with no sign of the veteran, it becomes even harder to keep his spirits up. The guilt certainly doesn’t help either. It drags at his heels, eating at him as he trudges onward.

How could he possibly have lost track of him? He’s usually so attentive to his surroundings. But Legend had been there one moment and gone the next, and he has no one to blame except himself.

The veteran has to still be alive, though. Warriors won’t entertain the alternative.

And then, on the morning of the third day, while searching a new part of the woods, he hears it.

The sound emanates from behind a nearby bush, an incessant banging and thrashing that echoes throughout the clearing. Warriors comes to an abrupt stop, frowning in its direction.

He’s no stranger to the many noises of the creatures that scamper throughout the forest. They frequently keep him company when it’s his turn to scout out the area, sometimes even playing about his feet as he walks. The rustling of their romps through the underbrush, the excited squeaking and chittering as they burst forth from it—these are familiar to his ears.

But this is different.

There is no playfulness here, no light-hearted mischief. These movements are panicked and violent, a terrible, unmistakable rhythm of flesh colliding with metal.

Something—or perhaps even someone—must be trapped.

Drawing his sword, Warriors steps forward. It’s a precaution that will likely be unnecessary. Still, one can never be too careful, especially considering the current situation. For all he knows a monster could be lying in wait, ready to pounce.

But when he pushes aside the delicate leaves, it isn’t a monster he sees. Though, Warriors is inclined to think a monster might make a bit more sense.

Caged in a small trap before him is a very angry, very pink rabbit.

The creature is in the middle of driving its shoulder into its enclosure, pure murder spelled out in its gaze. But then it catches sight of Warriors and stops short. Its body goes rigid.

It stares at Warriors and Warriors stares back. He blinks, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing.

Out of all the things he expected to find this is definitely not one of them. A caged animal is normal enough. No doubt a nearby villager set this trap in hopes of garnering a meal or protecting their crops. The appearance of said animal, however, that’s decidedly not normal.

He may be a city boy, but he has enough experience to know rabbits aren’t usually pink-furred and blue-eyed. Nor is their gaze usually this sharp, this…human.

Warriors tilts his head, chewing the inside of his cheek. If he’s being honest, this is all a bit disconcerting. Still, he can see the damage from here, the unnatural bend of its left leg, the blood trickling down from its forehead. And it makes his heart clench.

He can’t very well just leave it here…can he?

With a sigh, he sheaths his sword. At this point, it would likely be better to just let the inevitable happen. With these wounds, the rabbit is unlikely to survive in the wild. But the very thought of leaving it to its fate sends a fresh streak of guilt shooting through him.

Besides, some small part of him has begun to wonder if maybe, just maybe this strange event has something to do with Legend’s disappearance. So, he bends down and reaches for the cage door.

“Hey, little guy,” he murmurs, with a small smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.”

He hasn’t even managed to unlock it, however, when the rabbit levels him with a blistering scowl, opens its tiny mouth, and speaks.

“Congratulations, you found me. Now, drop the act.”

Warriors freezes, eyes going wide. He must have finally lost it because he’s almost certain that animal just talked.

…and sounded an awful lot like Legend too. And while finding their missing veteran in this manner wouldn’t be the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, it definitely makes the top ten.

He leans forward as though a better look will clear up things.

“Vet?! Is it really you?”

The rabbit’s—no Legend’s—expression doesn’t change. He can see it though, the utter terror peeking out from behind the anger. And is it just him or are there slight tremors running through his tiny body?

“Don’t you dare feign stupidity.” The vet jabs a paw in his direction. “I know who you are and you’ve got no right taking his form.”

Taking his…Oh.

The pieces are beginning to come together in his mind. The picture they paint isn’t a pretty one.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just get it over with,” Legend continues, voice brittle and bitter. “But don’t you do it looking like Warriors.”

Warriors reaches for the door again. It’s not a complex trap—though it’s certainly an effective one—and he manages to get it open quickly.

“I’m not here to kill you,” he assures, motioning for his friend to exit. “And I’m not the Shadow.”

Legend gives him a look of pure hatred and doesn’t budge. Warriors waits there, holding up the door for a few moments more, then sighs. He offers the vet his hand.

“Here. I must at least smell different than he does.”

Tentatively, Legend drags himself forward, tiny nose twitching. When the blow he is undoubtedly expecting doesn’t come, he gives Warriors a couple of good sniffs. And finally, his body relaxes.

“See?” Warriors grins. Relief washes over him in dizzying waves. “I told you it was me.”

Legend shudders, looking ready to either collapse or begin crying. Warriors can’t be certain which.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he snaps, but there is no venom in his shaky tone. He bats away Warriors’ hand and drags himself from the cage. “And that’s just my luck. Now, I’m never gonna live this down.”

Warriors looks back down at the trap, inwardly cringing. If the vet thinks he’s going to tease him about this, he’s sorely mistaken.

“I’ve been looking for you for days. Is this where you’ve been the whole time?”

Legend slumps, not meeting his eyes.

“Not the whole time.”

There’s a story behind that statement. One that is likely long, and unpleasant, and, unfortunately, necessary for him to hear. But before Warriors can press, a familiar screech shatters the relative silence.

He has never known animals to pale, yet in that moment Warriors is certain Legend does.

“Monsters,” he breathes. “The Shadow must’ve sent them after me.” He turns to Warriors, eyes wide, and terrified, and almost pleading. “I can’t fight in this form! I’m helpless!”

There’s an edge of barely concealed hysteria to his tone now. Warriors steps forward and scoops the rabbit off the ground. Legend lets out an indignant squeak, which he ignores.

“You won’t have to fight,” he says, quickly scanning the area. There’s a small cave nearby, and he heads toward it. “We’ll conceal ourselves here, let them pass by. If they still spot us, I’ll take them on.”

Legend has gone rigid in his grasp, but at that he slumps, looking defeated. And when Warriors tucks himself away in the darkness of the cave, his friend still held to his chest, the veteran doesn’t protest.

They sit in silence, as the monsters thunder past. Warriors half expects one of them to catch sight of the cave and take interest. But not one of them dares to break from the stampede, save to peek behind bushes and trees. And it isn’t long before their squeals and shrieks fade into the distance.

Warriors blows out the breath he had been holding.

“Looks like we got lucky, vet,” he says, a relieved grin pulling at his lips.

They’re safe, at least, for the moment. There are other things to worry about now…such as the tiny rabbit currently shivering in his lap.

He looks down at him, just barely resisting the urge to run a hand through his fur. “You okay?”

Legend shudders, ears drooping, eyes averted.

“I’m fine.”

He’s most definitely not, but Warriors lets it slide for now.

“Can you drink potion in that form?” He asks, already rifling about in his pouch for one. The veteran’s wounds look rather painful.

But Legend shakes his head. “It won’t work the same. I’ve gotta change back so it can actually heal me.”

“And how do we change you back?”

“With a moon pearl…or the Master Sword. Neither of which we have access to at the moment.”

Warriors sighs. “I’m sorry, vet.”

“It’s not your fault this form is useless.”

Legend’s body gives another little shiver. Though he glances at the entrance to the cave, he doesn’t move.

“It is my fault for losing track of you, though.”

Now, Legend looks at him, eyebrow raised in an unimpressed expression.

“What’re you, my babysitter? I can take care of myself, you know. I’m the veteran of hero business.”

Warriors lets out a dry chuckle. “Touché.”

He brings the veteran a bit closer, finally giving in to the urge to pet his silky fur. Though Legend hardly looks thrilled with it, he doesn’t pull away. He even begins to relax a bit after a few moments have passed, leaning into Warriors’ touch unconsciously. And when Warriors smooths a hand over one of his ears, he lets out a tiny sigh.

“This form isn’t all bad, you know,” the captain says, and Legend gives him a knowing grin.

“Why, because I’m soft and fluffy?”

A grin of his own lifts Warriors’ lips. “Maybe.”

The veteran hums. He shifts, settling in a bit more cozily on Warriors’ lap. Already, he is beginning to drift, exhaustion dragging at him. Warriors isn’t surprised. Though he doesn’t know the specifics of his unfortunate ordeal, he is certain it was anything but pleasant.

And if Legend feels safe with him, even while in this vulnerable (and frankly, adorable) form, he is glad of it.

“We’ll find the others,” he assures him, quietly. “Sky will be more than happy to help you out. You’ll be back in your Hylian form before you know it.”

And then we can get these injuries healed, he thinks as his fingers bump against a cut.

Legend gives another hum of acknowledgment.

“Hey, pretty boy?” He murmurs after a pause. “Thanks.”

Warriors smiles.

The sooner they reunite with the others, the better. For now, though, it won’t hurt to spend a few more moments here, watching the moon rise behind the hills and feeling his friend’s soft fur beneath his fingertips.

#took some inspiration from ‘turbulent waters’ #I love the idea of warriors seeing legend in the forms he hates the most #especially when those forms put him in a vulnerable and dangerous situation #sky floor my beloved #asks #trin writes #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #bunny legend #angst #hurt/comfort #blood and injury #tw animal injury

[unexpectedstormy]

Avalanche Rescue Pt 2

Whumptober Day 25 continued: Buried alive -- Wolfie , Everyone

TW: mentions of blood, head injury, hypothermia, unconsiousness

(1093 words)

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Wolfie took off, nose to the snow once more. Fast fast fast, paws pounding, sniff wide and long and deep. Searching seeking sniffing flying. Scent! Rabbit! Not a pup. Ignore! Sniff sn—wait! Bunny Pup IS rabbit! Chase! Chase! Chase the scent! Bunny pup traveled on foot! Bunny pup not buried! But Bunny Pup bleed! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

“Wolfie! Over here!” A voice! Special Cub!

“Coming!” Wolfie barked. “Found you!”

Beyond the trees, Wolfie found Bunny Pup and Special Cub. Bunny Pup leg bled but wrapped in cloth. Special Cub all buried except head, shoulders, and left arm.

“Hey Wolfie! Good to see you!” Wild smiled.

“Glad to see you’re alright!” Legend said. “Have you seen anyone else yet?”

“Yes! Up there!” Wolfie said and took a couple of steps uphill.

“Figures. We’re at the bottom of the mountain,” Wild said. “I bet it’s going to take forever to climb back up to where everyone else is.”

“Is everyone else alright?” Legend asked.

“No!” Wolfie whined. Wild and Legend exchanged nervous glances. Seven pups found.

One pup still missing.

Special Cub and Bunny Pup were together, were okay. Gotta go look for last pup, Smallest Pup.

Smallest Pup hurt? Lost? Buried? Cold?

Smallest pup dead?

No! Couldn’t be!

Over drift, under log, between trees, across snowpack left to right, along snowpack top to far below tree line run run run run run run sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff.

No scent! No luck! Where? Where? Where? Where was Smallest Pup!?

“Where are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!?!?!?!?” Wolfie howled.

Pup not found. Maybe buried deep?

Maybe escaped! Maybe shield slide too far! Maybe in mouse form! Maybe small! Maybe in a pocket!

No, Wolfie saw, Wolfie watched. Smallest pup ran ran ran, but avalanche overtook. Pup went down. Tried to swim in the snow but Smallest pup vanished.

Then Wolfie swept away too.

Smallest pup buried. Smallest pup ran out of air. Smallest pup dead.

“NNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Wolfie howled. “NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

“WOLFIE!” Old Father yelled, running down the hill. “Wolfie what’s wrong? Did you find something?”

“Noooo! Can’t find puuuupppp!!!” Wolfie whine and ran in a circle around Time. “I looked and looked but no find!!! Pup gone!!!”

“Wolfie! WOLFIE! Calm down! Be still!” Time grabbed Wolfie and hugged him close to his chest. Wolfie leaned into him.

“I know you’re worried. You’re running every which way and all over the place. Why don’t you take a knee for a moment? Switch back and tell me what’s going on?”

“Oh!” Wolfie yipped. Be still! Be still! Stop running and instead listen and smell and see! LOOK for Smallest Pup.

Wolfie pulled away from Time.

“What is it?” Time asked. Wolfie ignored him.

Channel Wolf. Be Wolf. Instinctual. Ancestral. Hunting. Wolf.

Stop.

Think.

Listen.

Smell.

See.

Hear the wind. Hear voices of found pups. Smell the ice, the coming snowfall, the brittle spruce, the faint tang of blood, the musk of elk long past. See the light and shadow, the ice sparkle, tracks, bear scraped bark.

What was that?

Heard a noise. Faint. Nearby.

Wolfie ran.

“What is it?! Wolfie!” Old Father shouted. Wolfie ignored.

Freeze! Stand still! Listen! Noise, come again!

“…help…”

SMALLEST PUP!!!

Voice weak! Where pup?

Sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff SCENT!!! Blood and iron and fear and tears.

“…somebody! Help!” Smallest Pup called.

“Coming!” Wolfie answered. “Coming!”

In the trees, between the trees, downhill, downhill, downhill, THERE!

Deep deep down in tree well, Smallest Pup buried up to scruff, head sticking out of the snow. Blood in fur. Smallest Pup hurt. Smallest Pup weak.

“Wolfie!” Pup whispered. “You found me!”

“I found you! I dig you out!” Wolfie whined. “OLD FATHER! COME NOW! COME HERE! SMALLEST PUP HELP!”

Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig—

Old Father join.

“Four! Are you alright??” Time asked, leaning into the tree well.

“Cccold... hard to breathe…” Four answered. Pale. So pale.

“He’s too deep to dig. Wolfie, back up. Wolfie, stop digging; I’m going to use magic.”

Magic? What magic?

Wolfie jumped out of the hole he was digging. Backed away.

“Go farther. Go far. This is a big spell and I can’t be that close to Four or I’ll hurt him.” Time pointed. Wolfie obeyed pack leader. Backed up far.

Time made a motion with his arms, yelled, and exploded in fire.

Wolfie yelped in alarm, hid behind tree as wave of fire passed.

Strong smell of steam and smoke and burnt wood. Roar went away, snow sizzled and Smallest Pup cough. Wolfie ran.

Fire melted deep hole, snow slick and wet and melty. Old Father and Wolfie joined at tree well.

“Are you alright?!” Time asked.

Pup’s fur was wet, slicked back, headband gone. He coughed but answered.

“I’m alright,” Four said.

“We’re going to get you out, alright? Hang in there!” Time said.

“I trust you,” Four replied. Wolfie dropped front legs into tree well, licked Smallest Pup’s face.

“Stay awake!” Wolfie instructed. Old Father pulled him out.

“Time to dig again, Wolfie,” he said. Wolfie dug.

Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig

Smallest pup’s arm freed, first one, then other but arms too cold and weak to pet Wolfie. Wolfie licked arms, then back to digging.

Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig

Smallest Pup’s torso freed. Just legs buried. Smallest pups eyes closed, would not open. But still breathed.

Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig

“I got him! He’s freed!” Time said, picked up cold, still pup. “He’s still alive!”

Old Father opened bottle, released healing light. Light circled Smallest pup, sprinkled dust, Smallest pup grew stronger but still slept. Wolfie licked pup’s cold cheek, but pup would not wake. Old Father shed cloak, wrapped up pup, carried like babe. Time to go; Wolfie led the way—down, not up. Down to Bunny Pup and Special Cub. Safer together. Wood for campfire nearby. Old Father and pups talked, but no time to listen. Gotta help Battle Pup. Gotta help Sky Pup.

(To be continued tomorrow...)

#linked universe #whumptober 2023 #lu wolfie #lu time #lu four #lu legend #lu wild #scheduled post

[jo-harrington]

Rise of the Guardians

I can only imagine this is a request for Hymns and not just…asking what I think of the movie? (Because I love it. Jack Frost and Periwinkle from Secret of the Wings was a fluffy ship I had for a short bit.) I hope you enjoy this little blurb. It's a little...angsty.

(Literally poor timing as today is Halloween and this is set in December but idgaf.)

TW: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Eddie and Reader/OC have a little fight and then reconcile, but with a supernatural element involved.

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

December 1984

Your night-in wasn’t supposed to be like this.

But that's what he always thought when the two of you fought. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Not with you.

And inevitably...it wasn't.

A little verbal tousle never led to anything disastrous or relationship-ending. It was just...him. His abandonment issues. His need to be...needed.

The night started pretty normally. December, talks of Christmas, a last-minute visit to K-Mart before it closed to get hot cocoa (and fuck around in the toy aisle because you both were still kids inside after all), and then you regaling Eddie with the origins of Santa Claus as he flipped through your shoebox full of cassettes for something decent to listen to.

"...the story of Saint Nicholas of Myra is cool, but I always liked the legend of the Guardians better."

"Guardians?" Eddie asked, only semi-present as he stared at the faded track listing on one tape to see just what it was.

"I read it in a book once," you explained. "The Guardians of Childhood. They're meant to protect children."

You went on and on and explained each of the Guardians, who they were and what they did. Wonder and memories and special surprises made with magic and happiness. Your hands gestured wildly as you spoke and it was easy to see the sparkle in your eyes as the street lights illuminated your face every so often.

But the longer you went and the more Eddie heard, the worse he felt.

The Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus.

He'd been hearing about them for most of his childhood. All of it. Heard about them, though. Never experienced.

He'd always felt...slighted.

Now, as an adult...hell...even back in his childhood he knew. Knew that those things weren't real.

When he lost a tooth growing up, his mom would pull together a handful of change from the tip jar at Benny's for the Tooth Fairy to leave him. He could hear her count the coins as he laid awake in bed, hoping to catch the elusive sprite that first night. He always said he lost the teeth from that point on, not wanting to be burdensome.

His family didn't celebrate Easter. He'd heard all of the "he is risen" crap from church-going classmates growing up. He always questioned how it tied in with rabbits and eggs and chocolate, with no definitive response. At best, he and Wayne indulged in Cadbury Eggs as a special treat every year, with a few stashed away at the back of the freezer whenever the mood struck. But the meaning of the holiday was lost on him.

And his dad had pretty much dashed all illusion of Santa Claus immediately when he was younger. He couldn't remember a time when there had been any extra gifts under their mediocre tree.

"Isn't it amazing?" you asked by the time you were climbing the steps and entering the trailer. “Like…ok…admittedly I kind of think kids are the worst but…Guardians protecting the innocence of children. It deserves to be protected.”

“Does it?” He asked flippantly as you went on about how fun it would be to go to the North Pole one day and see if Santa’s workshop was real. “Do they?”

“And he—w-what?” You furrowed your brow as you dropped the bag of cocoa and marshmallows on the counter in the kitchen.

“I don’t know about you,” he laughed dryly as he fell onto the couch. “But there was no one magical and fantastical protecting me. There was my mom, then Wayne and Rick, and now…now I look out for myself.”

“Eddie…I…” you looked like a deer in the headlights. At a loss for words.

He knew you didn’t mean any harm with your story, but he couldn’t help but bicker and bitch and yell. And when he finally turned his frustration onto you instead of his situation, your expression got darker. Because you weren’t going to stand there and take this misplaced anger.

And that’s all it was right? Bickering and picking and mourning the loss of a childhood and a loss of innocence in both of you. You had more in common than you had differences—

Shitty, absent parents whose only priorities were themselves.

A guardian who sacrificed everything for you, to their own detriment.

The obvious fact that you were different from everyone else and there was nothing you could do to change that.

The idea that you were the only ones in the world who could understand each others plight.

—it’s just when you got to feel bad for yourselves that it all turned to shit. Unable to see what the other saw because you couldn’t see past yourselves.

So, back and forth you both went. Deeper and deeper. You didn’t understand. No he didn’t understand.

“I would think,” you scoffed, tears streaming down your cheeks. “That you, out of everyone, would feel some kind of…kinship with this. I didn’t say it to make you feel bad Eddie. You protect all of those kids. Your friends. Me. Instead—”

“You’ve made it very clear, the only person you need to protect is yourself. You only care about yourself. Otherwise why…why would you keep all of these secrets from me?”

You choked a sob. It shook your entire body.

And suddenly he didn’t see red anymore.

He saw…you, his girlfriend, who knew how much he enjoyed magic and fantasy and whimsy as an escape. You, who enjoyed all manner of monsters and cryptids and tall tales as a way to connect with the world around you that, most times, didn’t want to connect back.

You, who didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of his bullshit.

After Eddie’s dad got sent away, his mom had a better head on her shoulders when it came to arguments. To protect herself, protect him. She always chose to walk away from a fight with Rick when one of them got mean. And taught Eddie to do the same.

“You’re gonna hear people say, don’t go to bed angry,” she told him once, as she tucked him into bed after a verbal tousle. He’d asked if they were ever gonna see Rick again. “But that just encourages people to fight more until it’s over. You want to go to bed. Because the Sandman will bring good dreams and help you realize how silly it all was in the first place.”

And that was the philosophy you both had agreed to after your first fight, over Mountain Dew of all things.

So he knew, now, once you controlled your tears, controlled your breathing, that was what you were planning to do. And he couldn’t object. Keys in hand, coat shrugged back on so you could trek out to your car. No goodbye. Because sleep would make it all better.

It had to.

He’d just sat down with his head, full of regrets, in his hands when you knocked on the door, needing to get back in.

“Car won’t start,” you whispered, unable to look him in the eye.

“I can take a look in the morning,” he offered weakly. “You can have my room. I’ll sleep on Wayne’s bed, not like he’s here to mind.”

The two of you went through the motions, calming yourselves down but still not ready for a kiss goodnight.

Eddie fell asleep with the sound of your soft sobs echoing in his ears, whether they were real or imagined.

It was Pitch Black and his thoughts swirled around him.

Literally.

They took the form of spectral creatures, smoky and abyss-like phantasms that grabbed and pinched at his skin.

He was tied down on the ground, held by each of his limbs, by his throat. He choked on his apologies.

“Please please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you the way I did.”

They bit and pulled and tore at pieces of him. Filled his mind with dark thoughts. Images of you crying, screaming, burning in fire.

“Please no. Forgive me. I fucked up. I fucked up.”

And then…

They stopped.

He was released in a puff of smoke, the inky, insidious tendrils evaporated and he was left to lay…on a glowing golden cloud.

Eddie looked around and saw…in the distant darkness…another cloud lazily approached. And on it there was a rotund little man with glowing skin and a beatific smile. His eyes crinkled as he got close enough to Eddie where their two clouds merged to become one.

“Who…are you?” Eddie asked dumbly. “Is…”

The man grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

“Is she ok?” He felt relieved when the man nodded sympathetically. “Where are we?”

The man’s eyes closed and the void they were in brightened to reveal…

Unicorns and sword-wielding elves and a palace spire that reached the sky. A stage with a crowd of roaring fans, a large gaming table with a group of eager participants, a comfy sofa and a coffee table with a bowl of popcorn and two steaming mugs of cocoa resting atop it.

All made of golden dust.

“Dreams,” he muttered. “My dreams.”

One of the man’s hands landed on Eddie’s shoulder and the other over his heart. He pressed down carefully and raised a brow in question.

“I do love her,” he whispered to the man, easily able to understand despite the silence. The man patted his hand twice. “And I know. She loves me too.”

The man’s brow became stern and his fist clenched then knocked on Eddie’s chest again. Eddie frowned, and then the man huffed a sigh. Above his head gold dust swirled and suddenly…there you were. A tiny version of you with a sword in one hand and shield in the other. You slashed and hacked as the gold dust turned black and attacked you.

“She’s…” He nodded. “She’s protecting me.”

The man smiled and nodded, the little dust mirage disappeared.

His hands then went and cupped Eddie’s face. He leaned in close and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s forehead.

For the briefest second, Eddie felt the most serene than he had felt in his entire life.

And then it all disappeared.

He woke with a start, tears dripping down his face.

It was dawn, the living room glowed with the rising sun, and you were there. Puffy-eyed and somber, with your hands on his cheeks.

“Hey it’s ok,” you told him. “It was just a nightmare.”

“No, no,” he shook his head. “It’s…it was…it was a dream.”

“Yeah?” You quirked a smile at him. Before you could make a joke, he was upright, engulfing you in a tight hug. “You, uh…sure it wasn’t a nightmare?”

“I’m sure,” he spoke, words muffled in your neck as he willed himself to become one with you. To no avail, of course. Your hand ran over his back, through his hair and you let him have the time he needed.

“Did you know…” he finally spoke. “Did you know that the Sandman is a Guardian?”

You got stiff for a moment, body immediately on the defensive, but as he pulled away to look at you with—he hoped—an apologetic gaze, you relaxed.

“Oh yeah?”

It wasn’t an apology. He could get to that later. But it was enough of one for now, one that you were willing to accept.

“He is the Guardian of Dreams. And he…he doesn’t talk. Did you know that?”

“Well obviously he doesn’t want to wake anyone up,” you gave him a small nod and a smile.

Eddie thought about it for a moment.

“…that actually makes sense.” He pressed his lips to yours for briefly. “I was so…occupied with what I didn’t have that I forgot what it was that I did.”

“Your dreams?”

“Yeah.”

He’d always been a dreamer. Always thought of fantastical far away lands and the most epic future. Filled with adventure and laughter. Friends and fans.

But there was one dream that was his reality, and he would never forget it again.

“And you.”

#hymns of heaven #aasb #as above so below #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson angst #eddie munson x oc

[karoviesart]

secret santa gift for the wonderful @sister-dear <3 had such a good time working on this one!!! <3 happy holidays!

#linked universe #lu #lu sky #lu legend #bunny legend #hurt legend #hurt bunny #hurt bunny legend #blood #hurt animal #tw: blood #tw: hurt animal #tw: hurt bunny #tw: hurt bunny legend #tw: hurt legend #snuggles #hurt/comfort

[lunaekalenda]

Can you please write a headcanon about the “ how do you know he won’t cheat” challenge with eren, armin, levi, erwin, jean, mikasa, zeke and reiner please?🥺

hi! of course!!! i liked the idea so much, it's so sweet 🥺! (actually had to search the challenge because i’ve never heard of it >-<, so i hope you like it and i wrote what you wanted!!!)

❁ shingeki characters!

❁ eren, armin, levi, erwin, jean, mikasa, zeke, reiner.

❁ tw: mention of alcohol.

eren: 

- this man is a huge fan of the sims.

- he literally has all the games, from one to four, and all the expansions.

- he spends his free time playing, or doing things with you.

- he also created both of you in all versions, and he showed them to you.

- “look, honey, do you like our room? i even put that bunny figure you have”

- you usually sit next to him and watch him play.

- he’s so occupied rising your baby in the sims that he has zero time to find another one.

armin:

- he loves learning new things, specialy related to history.

- and he loves to tell you what he learned.

- you can find him in his study room, reading about monarchies or wars.

- "did you know that the sphynx was an archive?"

- some days he arrives late, but the bag with books indicates that he went to the library.

- he’s so innocent, pure and sweet you couldn’t imagine him cheating on you.

- he invites you to go outside with him, and he tells you all the legends behind the stars.

- you love hearing him talking about mythology and stars, and he also tells you curiosities about the moon.

- he prays to the stars to be always with you.

levi:

- he literally keeps a pic of you everywhere.

- you’re his wallpaper, a really cute photo of you smiling at him.

- he prepares your favorite tea.

- and he also cleans your desk when you’re too tired to do it.

- when he has free time, he likes to go on dates with you.

- he gives you his jacket if you’re cold.

- “tch, you’re gonna catch a cold, be more careful” 

- he wore your uncomfortable shoes once because your feet hurt, and you thought he really loves you.

erwin:

- he likes mockups.

- he has a huge amount of historical buildings and art pieces made in mockups.

- just thinking about all the time he inverts into making this realistic mini-buildings surprises you.

- he said it helps him to relax after work, if you aren’t home yet.

- “i just bought a mockup of versailles’ palace and i can’t wait to start it”

- you help him a lot of times, but looking his big hands making them carefully hypnotizes you.

- you have big shelves in the living room, where he puts them once they're finished.

- he wants to visit all those real buildings with you.

- “just imagine kissing under the eiffel tower...”

jean:

- he always wears the ring you two bought for your anniversary.

- when he’s nervous, he touches the ring, and he told you it really calms him, it feels like you’re helping him through it.

- every time someone asks him for the ring, he tells them he’s really lucky and thankful for having you by his side.

- “you guys can’t understand how lucky i am”

- he literally runs from work to home, where you are, to spend the afternoon watching anime with you at bed, with his arm around your waist and a blanket on top of you.

- on his free days, he likes to watch anime and stay home, cooking for when you’re arriving.

- he always prepares your favorite foods, and he cooks really really well.

- he said a couple times he would love to see you wearing a cute anime cosplay.

mikasa:

- she's too shy to express what she feels for you.

- so she decides to start writting you cute letters.

- she hides them on places you usually look, like under your pillow or on your wardrobe

- they are extremely sweet, and she acts shy if she's around when you're reading

- she acts like she doesn't know what is written there

zeke:

- he likes to go out with friends at nights.

- sometimes you go, and sometimes you’re too tired to join him.

- the days he arrives really late, your phone sounds every second.

- “you don’t know how much i’m missing you right now”

- “this would be a hundred percent more funny if you were here”

- “i just want to arrive home and hug you”

- his friends make fun of him, but he gives a fuck about it, he just wants to remind you he loves you when you’re apart.

- he also calls you when he has drank enough.

- “you’re the most sweet and the hottest human alive omg i’m so lucky i have you i think i need to cry”

reiner:

- every time you lose your phone, he gives you his.

- he’s not afraid of you entering his apps to call or message yourself, he has nothing to hide from you.

- the day he bought his new phone, he insisted to put your fingerprint as an owner, so you can unlock it.

- anyway, he has the date you two met as password, so he’s comfortable with you using his phone.

- you usually try to not use it to respect his privacy, unless you need it. but he gives it to you if yours runs out of battery or you want to play some games.

- he also loves to give you his phone and find your pictures in his gallery right after. 

- his favorite pictures in his gallery are all yours.

- he once sent you a screenshot of a girl trying to flirt with him and asked if you knew her.

#eren jaeger #eren x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #erwin smith #erwin x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun #jean x reader #jean kirschstein #zeke jäger #zeke x reader #snk x reader #snk fluff #snk headcanons #snk fic #snk fanfiction #snk scenario #snk x you #snk #snk levi #snk eren #snk jean #snk imagines #aot x reader #aot fluff

[sinfulcries]

Hawks gets kidnapped by villain!reader and to get information out of him hawks gets degraded and humiliated and forced to wear a mini skirt and thigh highs. Hawks maybe tried to escape at some point and that ended with him failing and getting used (noncon) by the reader and maybe the reader's buddies as well.

run rabbit . hawks x reader

author’s notes. hey dolls sorry i haven’t been posting a lot hdieowdhsh my tl has been filled with so many bottom and/or fem readers and i got annoyed so i spent my week playing apex legends instead 🧞‍♂️

tw. noncon, kidnapping, humiliation, skirts, size difference, spit, breeding, unprotected sex, hawks passes out, minimal prep, nicknames (bunny), mean! reader

Hawks was much more useless than you’d like to admit. Even after humiliating and berating the winged man, he only seemed to plead louder instead of actually giving you the information that you needed.

It was annoying. Having to deal with such a pathetic hero. And your annoyance only amplified once he started begging once more. “Please! I-I really dont know t-the latest plans!” Keigo hiccuped, making you roll your eyes frustratedly.

“Of course you don’t. You’re fucking stupid.” You spat, running a finger over the exposed skin of his thighs. “Maybe you’d be more useful for other things.”

Keigo was smart enough to know what you were implying, and soon enough he started shaking his head— wings moving panickedly as he started wailing for you not to rape him. “Quiet down would you?” You murmured, Parting the man’s soft lips before spitting in his mouth, forcing him to swallow your saliva.

The hero immediately went quiet once you did so, eyes wavering as he blinked back his tears dejectedly. “Since you’re practically useless, How about I fuck you hm? You should make it up to me.”

Without giving Hawks the time to talk back, You hastily unbuckled your belt, sliding the bloody leather out of its hoops before buckling it tightly around the blonde’s throat.

Keigo could feel his heart beating loudly against his chest— The rope around his wrists starting to hurt from how much he had been pulling on them, trying to escape. Was he really going to let a villain fuck him? He felt so vile! He felt like a traitor, letting a ruthless murderer fuck him without a fight!

Even so, Keigo knew that it would be useless to go against someone as powerful as you are. Your quirk was dangerous paired with your strong build. And it was evident that you could easily snap Keigo in half without batting an eye.

You on the other hand wasted no time in placing your hands on the dainty man’s hips. Your cock strained against your jeans, seeing him sobbing in the pretty pink skirt you forced him to wear.

Although he was quite loud, His body sure made up for it. And seeing the fear washing over his face every time you cupped his ass roughly made you smirk sadistically, wanting to tease the winged man even more.

“Hey Keigo, Think you can take me without prep?” You mused, Making the blonde shake his head frantically. “N-No! P-Please don’t—!”

God did he look so pretty begging for you not to fuck him! But you knew that he would look much more pretty sobbing and babbling like a dumb slut because of your thick cock.

Quickly unzipping your jeans, You let your cock spring free from its confinements, Your free hand coming down to lift the fabric of Keigo’s skirt carefully, revealing his pretty little cock.

A smile wormed its way onto your handsome face, watching the way his cock would twitch pathetically against his thigh. “You turned on?”

“I-I’m not!”

“Your cock’s leaking. Are you sure about that?”

The condescending look on your face made Keigo bite his lip shyly— And it only made you scoff seeing just how weak the hero actually was.

Taking one more look at his face, You sauntered behind his smaller form, Grabbing a handful of the skirt’s fabric before spanking the creamy skin, Watching as his ass quickly turned red.

Keigo mewled at the feeling, His wings flapping every time you spanked him and left him wailing helplessly. Too immersed in his own thoughts, You quickly plunged your long finger inside of him, making a sharp cry leave his lips.

“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking tight.” Keigo could feel you twisting and curling your fingers inside of him and he hated every second of it! It hurt so much, And you could care less, Using his body for your own pleasure. Manhandling and playing with him as if he were some cheap toy.

Deciding that the hero was prepped enough, you glanced at him boredly, stroking your hard cock before pushing every inch inside of him, Not bothering to waste your time in going slow with the blonde.

You enjoyed the pained cry that left the man’s lips when you forced your cock inside of his tight little hole, And it only spurred you to fuck him like an animal, wanting to hear those beautiful screams once more.

“H-Hurts..!” Keigo whimpered, making you laugh at his words. “Does it look like I care, bunny?”

The lewd sound of your skin slapping against his and his breathless moans made everything much more erotic, and seeing him so vulnerable and helpless in your hold made your cock twitch inside of him.

Allowing yourself to thrust deeper into him, Your hands found their way onto his hips, gripping onto them bruisingly as you drilled into him nice and deep. “S-Sto— ahp! ah!” Keigo sobbed, desperately trying to get a coherent sentence out only to slur and babble like a mindless little cockwhore.

You only grinned, slamming your hips into his, abusing his prostate with every thrust. “Oh bunny, I pity you.” You cooed teasingly, watching as the tears fell down his cheeks.

“I-I...”

“Shh... I know you’re about to cum. Your cock’s so hard, so red.”

Keigo flushed at your words, His head going fuzzy with how good yet disgusting your cock was making him feel. He was barely conscious once you started going overwhelmingly faster! Using his skirt as leverage to push your cock deeper inside of him.

With the way your cock twitched inside of him once more, Keigo knew that you were going to cum inside of him and knowing how ruthless you were, you’d only stuff his abused little hole even once you were done using him.

“Shit bunny, Gonna cum and breed this little cunt of yours—!” You growled, biting at his neck leaving your mark on the man’s skin. Keigo hissed at the action, moaning lewdly as your thrusts turned sloppier.

With a groan, You spilled your load inside of him, A soft whimper leaving his lips feeling your hot cum stuffing him nice and full.

“Oh fuck yeah, feel my cum inside of you bunny. That’s gonna stay in you for weeks.” Pushing more of your cum in, The blonde couldn’t help but sob one more time before cumming on the short skirt, instantly passing out against your warm chest.

You raised an eyebrow at this, taking a look at his tear stained face before sighing, “How weak, Don’t think i’m done with you just because you’ve passed out.” You murmured, spanking the unconscious man’s ass before continuing, “You still have to pleasure my friends.”

#sinfulcries works #top male reader #dark content #dark blog #mha smut #bnha x top male reader #dark bnha #bnha x male reader #bnha smut #dark mha #x male reader #hawks x reader #hawks x male reader #bottom hawks

[sickly-sweet-imagines]

Masterlist

Rules

Fandoms

Ko-Fi

A comprehensive list of the fics I’ve written! It’s organized alphabetically for everything! Fics with a specified reader gender in parentheses will have that gender, otherwise they will not have a specific gender.

Corpse Party

Yoshiki Kishinuma

Soft Reader (Headcanons) (Male Reader)

S/o Comes Out as NB (NB Reader)

Yuuya Kizami

Letter to Reader

Yandere Reader (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Danganronpa

Trigger Happy Havoc

Byakuya Togami

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Yasuhiro Hagakure

Impregnating Reader (NSFW)

Super Danganronpa 2

Nagito Komaeda

Trans Guy S/o (Headcanons)

Twogami/Ultimate Imposter

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

V3

Gonta Gokuhara

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Kaito Momota

Kaito Loses His Clothes

Korekiyo Shinguji

Genderfluid S/o (Headcanons)

S/o Comes Out as Bi (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Fire Emblem

Awakening

Chrom

Love Letter

Gaius

Valentine’s Day Baking

Valentine’s Day Baking - Part 2 (NSFW)

Henry

Nightmare Comfort, Protection in Battle (NSFW ending)

Stress Relief (NSFW)

Lucina

Partner Who Loves Fashion/Cute Things (Fem Reader)

Robin

Letter to Long-Distance Lover

Valentine’s Day Date (Male Reader)

Binding Blade

Idunn

Manakete S/o (Headcanons)

Fates

Azura

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Camilla

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Dwyer

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Felicia

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Niles

Relationship Headcanons

Ophelia

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Orochi

With an S/o Who Predicts the Future

Peri

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Sakura

With Fearful Adopted Child (Headcanons)

Soleil

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

No Reader

Nina and Niles Familial Headcanons

Niles Caring for Nina (Familial)

Nina and Forrest Relationship Headcanons

Nina and Siegbert on a Date

Sakura and Azura Ice Skating

Heroes

Alfonse

Bunny Day Outfit Teasing (Male Reader)

Nightmare Hurt/Comfort [Book Four Spoilers]

Hrid

Teaching Summoner to Ride a Horse (Platonic) (Male Reader)

Laevatein

Loving Sex (NSFW)

Veronica

Bonding Under the Stars (Platonic) (Male Reader)

No Reader

Lissa, Elise, Sharena Pranking Their Brothers

No Love Interest

Summoner Learning to Use a Whip (Male Reader)

Beating Freyja (Male Reader)

Sacred Stones

Erika

Shy and Anxious S/o (Headcanons)

Lyon

Love Letter

With a Protector (Male Reader)

Protector Part Two (Male Reader)

Three Houses

Claude von Riegan

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Breeding Kink (NSFW) (Fem Reader)

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Overworked Healer Crush (Headcanons)

Valentine’s Day Confession (Headcanons)

Edelgard von Hresvelg

Bisexual S/o Comfort (TW Biphobia) (Headcanons)

Depressed S/o (Headcanons)

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Infirmary Hurt/Comfort

Threesome with Sylvain (NSFW) (Headcanons)

Hilda Valentine Goneril

Shy Reader Confession

Hubert von Vestra

Bisexual S/o Comfort (TW Biphobia) (Headcanons)

Love Confession

Pushed to Confess

Valentine’s Confession

Lady Rhea

Falling for a Foot Soldier (Headcanons)

Seteth

Valentine’s Day Gift (Headcanons) (Male Reader)

Sylvain Jose Gautier

Aftercare (Headcanons)

Threesome with Felix (NSFW) (Headcanons)

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Fnaf 1

Freddy

NSFW Headcanons

Bonnie

NSFW Headcanons

Chica

NSFW Headcanons

Foxy

NSFW Headcanons

Golden Freddy

NSFW Headcanons

Security Breach

Glamrock Freddy

Coming Out Comfort (Platonic) (Headcanons)

Relationship Headcanons (NSFW Ending) (Headcanons) (Male Reader)

Montgomery Gator

Coming Out Comfort (Platonic) (Headcanons)

Roxanne Wolf

Coming Out Comfort (Platonic) (Headcanons)

Legend of Zelda

Breath of the Wild

Sidon

Relationship Headcanons (Male Reader)

Marble Hornets

Ships

Jam (+ Bralex) High School AU

Monster Prom

Damien LaVey

Cosplayer S/o (Headcanons)

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Writer S/o (Headcanons)

Yandere Valentine (Male Reader)

Miranda Vanderbilt

Writer S/o (Headcanons)

Scott Howl

Coming Home to a Cosplayer S/o in Costume

Wolf Pack

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Eijiro Kirishima

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Izuku Midoriya

Pro Deku x Civilian Wife

Katsuki Bakugo

USJ Attack Confession (Hearing Aid AU)

Valentine Confession (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Momo Yaoyorozu

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Shouto Todoroki

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

No Reader

Trans Bakugo + Kiribaku (Headcanons)

Octopath Traveler

Alfyn Greengrass

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Cyrus Albright

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Therion

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Tressa Colzione

Party Members Together (Platonic)

Soul Eater

Blair

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons)

Soul Eater Evans

Valentine’s Day (Headcanons) (Fem Reader)

#masterlist #navigation #imagines #x reader #headcanons #imagines blog #corpse party #danganronpa #fire emblem #Monster Prom #my hero academia #octopath traveler #soul eater #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #Super Danganronpa 2 #danganronpa v3 #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem binding blade #Fire Emblem Fates #fire emblem heroes #Fire Emblem Three Houses #marble hornets #fnaf #legend of zelda

[bl00dyb0nez]

1-4, 12-19, & 27-30!!! 💝

:flushed emoji:

1.) I do!! We met in 7th grade when I complimented her legend of Zelda shirt! I’m pretty positive it was a toon link shirt like the one you get from hot topic.

2.) uhhh my gf aaaaand that’s it

3.) I haven’t really done anything extreme! I tend to kinda keep that stuff to myself, I don’t act on impulses.

4.) NO what the fuck kind of question is that? Defeats the purpose of loving someone, no I’d never purposely hurt her.

12.) we’re lovers 😈

13.) UHH RAHL

14.) gonna TW this one.//TALK OF INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, SEXUAL NATURE, SH

My worse intrusive thoughts are ones about sexual things with close friends and family members. They make me feel absolutely fucking disgusting and dirty and it’s the Worst thing to ever infiltrate my thoughts. Then there are the ones where I hurt myself in bad ways or hurt my love;;;

15.) vampire-y or just the cute pink aesthetics. Lovecore fucks

16.) to get married and start a family!!

17.) they’re all mine too so I don’t have a problem with them!! Some get a little too close for comfort, but it’s nothing I can’t handle 💕

18.) just the one!! Just my love!!

19.) the one I’m in now 😈 we’re goals and we’re gonna stay that way

27.) I really just like everything about her!! Her smile and her laugh,,, I like how she feels the same about me and she’ll always reassure me when I need it. She gives me what I want but what I need to, and I give it back to her! We’re just a perfect fit for each other.

28.) A bunny and a lamb. She’s the lamb!! Or dog and cat, we give off major cat and dog vibes. I’m the dog she’s the cat 💕😈

29.) Probably just I love you!!

30.) movie night with sushi and snacks and just being alone together. And other things that are way too inappropriate for this ask 💔 no horny for you. Shoo.

#yandere asks #yandere blog #yan asks #anonymous #answered asks #yandere core #yandere community #bpd #obsessive

[kpopwrites]

Drowning in A Dream Chapter 6

A/N: It’s here! LMK what you guys think of this one. It’s a little more angsty, but it had to happen at some point!

TW: Possible smut in upcoming chapters, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, slight gore

   You couldn’t believe this. How could you? You just happened to be saved by the ghosts of the same 7 men who haunted young children's nightmares? The most infamous town legends? You looked down at the paper article again, hands shaking as your eyes scanned over the only known picture of the men. It was them alright. They looked the same, for the most part, just… Happier, filled with life. “Richard, are you sure this is the correct picture?” You ask shakily, looking up at your boss as he carefully framed the documents. “Of course, look at the date, the headline. It’s them alright, why do you ask?” He didn’t even look up from his work. “I… Nothing. I was just making sure.” You whisper, clasping a hand over your mouth. What was going on? Had you finally lost it? Did you die when you jumped? Was this hell? “Jesus kid, you look sick.” Richard walked over to you, concerned for your well being.

   “Do you need to go home? I’ll have Sean take over for you.” You shook your head quickly. “What do you need, kid? You know I’ll do anything.” Richard had always been a family friend, someone your grandmother kept close her whole life. He was like a father or uncle to you, offering you a job and money when you needed it most. “Would it be possible to borrow your four wheeler tomorrow after work?” You ask, looking up at him. You had to see for yourself, had to see if you were losing it. As if reading your mind, Richard looked over at the newspaper clipping. “You saw something, didn’t you?” He asked, placing a hand on your shoulder slowly. 

   “N-no… I just left something in the woods the other day, I want to go get it without having to do that hellish walk again.” You joke weakly, gulping. Richard clearly didn’t believe you, but he nodded anyway. “You can take it tonight, in case it rains and whatever you left gets ruined. Finish up this project and then head off. Take the walkie with, in case you need help.” With that, Richard walked away, pulling his cell phone out and making a call. You quickly finished framing your section before snapping a picture of the clipping, wanting to make sure. You snatched the walkie and keys from Richard’s desk and took off, climbing onto the four wheeler and placing the helmet on your head. 

   The journey back to the cabin was long, even on a four wheeler. The cabin was pitch black inside, much more rustic and dingy looking than you remembered. The rocking chair on the front porch held Namjoon, sitting calmly as he read from his book. “(Y/N), back so soon?” He asked, not looking up. “You’re real? But, you can’t be.” Your voice was shaky and panicked as you looked at him. This caused Namjoon to look up, smirking. “I assure you dear, I am very real. I’m assuming you found out?” Lightning flashed ahead, and for that split second, you could see a pale, bloodied Namjoon before he returned to normal. You let out a scream, backing up quickly. 

   “You’re dead! You’re dead, I’ve lost it. Oh god, oh god I’ve lost it.” Tears of fear fell from your eyes as you paced around the yard nervously. You looked up at Namjoon again, growing frustrated when you saw how calm he was. “How are you here?!” You scream, thunder booming behind you. Namjoon’s calm facade broke as he looked up at the sky. “You need to calm down. I can explain everything, but you need to calm down before you tear down the city.” Anger flushed through your body as the storm got worse and worse. “Do not tell me to calm down!” You snarl dangerously, storming up to the tall man. “I just found out I’ve gone insane and started imagining the ghosts of seven dead guys.” Namjoon laughed as your smacked his chest over and over. He grabbed your hands, ignoring the rain falling heavily from the sky as he looked you in the eyes.

   “If I wasn’t real, would I be able to hold you like this?” He whispered, face mere inches from yours. “If you’d stop with your temper tantrum and come inside, I could explain to you everything.” He let your hands go roughly before turning around and walking inside. You whimpered, following slowly behind. It felt like a bunny walking into a wolves den. The other six men were all sat in the main room, staring at you with blank faces. Even Jimin and Jin, who you were so used to see smiling, stared at you with little emotion on their faces. “Take a seat.” Namjoon instructed, pushing you down into an armchair by the fireplace. “So obedient.” Jimin hummed, a flash of lust in his eyes before Yoongi slapped his head. 

   “You’re all dead…” You whisper, feeling any and all fight drain from your being. “Yes. We are.” Namjoon hummed. “Sort of. Yes, we did die so many years ago, just as your little story said, but there was more to it than what people say.” Yoongi added. “When this town was first settled, it was founded by a man and a woman, husband and wife. The man was a strong Christian, loved God and placed it upon himself to say what was wrong and right in the village. His wife, however, was a witch, the head witch of a coven, in fact. That woman’s name was Emily (Y/L/N).” Namjoon handed you a book, opening it to the first page. There was a small painting of a family, a mother, a father, and three children. He pointed at the woman. “Her husband, Clyde, found out she was a witch, he freaked out, banishing her from the village as well as all of the other women, just in case. Even the young children.”

   Sympathy flooded your being for the poor woman. “Was she practicing the dark stuff?” You asked, looking up at Namjoon. He shook his head. “No. Not at first. When her husband kicked her from the village, she wanted revenge. It was their magic that was helping crops grow. And it wasn’t only women who practiced magic. There were men in the coven who would sneak food out to the banished group, keep them healthy.” You sniffled. “What does this have to do with you?” You ask, looking at the group. Jungkook rolled his eyes. “So impatient.” He grumbled. “Emily wanted revenge, so she signed her soul away to the devil in exchange for his seven nastiest demons. She released the sins onto the village, letting each demon take the lives of any adult male who wasn’t in the coven. After that, she released the sins, letting them roam the forest.”

   You began to realize what he was going to say next. “The sins plagued the forest, so when you guys came, they…. Took over you, didn’t they?” You asked, meeting Namjoon’s eyes. He smiled and nodded, adding another log to the fire. “Yes. We were once seven innocent immigrants. However, the forest changed us. Wrath chose Jungkook, causing him to kill all of us. The other sins saved us, each inhabiting our bodies.” You tensed in fear. “You’re demons, holding the bodies of seven dead men.”

   You could hear one of the men snicker in amusement. “No. Think of it as what your people call a superhero. We gained eternal life and powers and traits in exchange for our humanity.” Namjoon explained. “So… All the missing hikers, all the bodies found, you were responsible.” You whispered in horror. Namjoon shrugged. “Yes. We are. Some of us kill for fun, others only when necessary.” Thinking quickly, you grabbed the iron fire poker, holding it against Namjoons throat. “I don’t plan on dying today.” The iron seered into his flesh, causing Namjoon to hiss in pain, his eyes turning black. The others stood up quickly, ready to defend their brother. “Iron. Smart. Someone knows how to defend themselves.” Namjoon growled out. “We aren’t going to hurt you (Y/N).” Taehyung said, his hands up as he tried to calm you down. 

    “If we were to kill you, I would have done so when you let me do your makeup.” Jin said. Your eyes widen with horror. “You are the one who cuts up peoples face, leaves them horribly disfigured…” You whisper, whimpering as fear fills your body. Jin smirked proudly. “I couldn’t let them remain as attractive as they were. I am the most handsome, simple as that. I couldn’t bear even the thought of doing it to you. I had full intentions, but something stopped me.” Taehyung piped up. “V would have eaten you in a moment if you weren’t special. We all want to protect you.” You scoffed, pressing the iron deeper into Namjoon’s neck. 

   “Why should I believe you, hm?” You glare weakly, trying to make sure your courage was intact. “What makes me so different from any of the others you murdered?” Namjoon struggled against the iron, trying to get away. “Because you’re her reincarnation. You may not look like her, but (Y/N), each human is reborn. Sometimes as human, or animal, male, female, or anything in between. Each person has been thousands of beings, and you are Emily. You hold her powers. When she summoned our sins, part of each of them attached to her. When she died, she wasn’t reborn as a human for a long time, until you.” Yoongi explained, causing you to slowly release pressure on Namjoon. 

   “Your grandmother knew. She took you in, you and your brothers, saved you from people who would harm you and kept you safe.” Namjoon added. “How do you know all this, hm?” You asked, letting Namjoon go, but keeping the iron poker in front of you. “It’s been a legend for a long time. The mortal who would have Hell’s strongest demon’s under their command, willing to die for them.” Jimin piped up, wincing at the sight of Namjoon’s burned neck. “What do you mean? Why would you guys be so attached to me, huh?” You ask, the poker lowering as you grew more confused. 

   “To put it simply (Y/N), you are ours, and we are yours. I believe people call them soulmates nowadays.” Namjoon spoke, holding his neck as he looked into your eyes. “We will do whatever you ask, and if anyone hurts you, they have the wrath of seven of Hell’s princes to deal with.”

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[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                     Hwang Jisoo, who is known by no other name,                               a 22 year old daughter of Poseidon.                      She is a student and a cashier at Siren’s Song.

FC NAME/GROUP: Im Nayeon/Twice. CHARACTER NAME: Hwang Jisoo. AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 22 years old/ March 9, 1998. PLACE OF BIRTH: Jeju Island, South Korea. OCCUPATION: Biological Engineering student at Mount Phoenix University and cashier at Siren’s Song Music Store. HEIGHT: 163 cm (5'4"). WEIGHT: 49 kg (108 lbs). DEFINING FEATURES: Rounded eyes in a dark-brown shade just like her short hair, a large bright smile that shows her bunny teeth and highlights her prominent cheeks.

PERSONALITY: The demigod is proud to say that, despite the difficult times in her life, the good heart she learned to have as a kid remained intact. Although still introverted, the girl tries her best to show sympathy towards people and give ‘em attention, even when she’s not that confortable to have conversations. Jisoo brighter personality only comes out to the ones really close to her, she will laugh, joke around and talk about serious matters because she feels safe enough to open up. If you are extremaly cheerful, maybe you’ll find her a cold person at first sight. It’s easy to gain a smile from her but it’s easier to hurt her feelings, so watch out!

Behind the mask, the Hwang deals with her own issues and often finds herself on the low but she prefers no to let it show. The demigod uses her academic life as a getaway, not to turn to the food again, and is a perfeccionist when it comes to the college grades and obligations, so the girl deprives herself from sleep very often to stay up all night reading and planning. Her schedules outside the university and the music store are a mess, the only objective Jisoo cares about is to have a great result in all the things she is up to do. Putting so much pressure on her own shoulders is not a healthy thing, the south korean knows it, but she’s still looking for a better way to handle all of this.  

HISTORY: [TW – mention of eating disorder, implication of anxiety and depression]

Jisoo was born surrounded by the sea at the Jeju Island, so she couldn’t feel more at home there. Hwang Miyong, a literature teacher, tried to take the daughter into her universe of words and poetry but the child’s growing love for the nature got in the way. The demigod became an admirer of her hometown’s natural beauty and it opened the door to a big passion about the diversity of life, such as animals, plants and elements — and, of course, the oceans and its features.

The kid was always a great student, there were not much to be responsible for other than having fun and receiving afection. The best day of her life was when she discovered about the powers she was born with, the opportunity to be one with the sea and the contact with the creatures she could now understand.  was perfect, knowing that her mother was always there for her, and so was the father, both of them cultivating a good relation as parents.

Jisoo grew up with the knowledge about what she truly was, about who that man really was and the world he came from. People would say that greek gods were just legends created by ancient civilizations to explain the inexplicable things, but that child couldn’t feel more proud of herself everytime she heard compliments about the God of the Sea in classes on school. To the pretty girl with fluffy cheeks, Poseidon was not an untouchable mythological beeing, he was a true father figure who had a special place on the best memories she ever made on her first years.

It is hard to know exactly when her selfesteem issues began, but her time as a teenager were full of them, especially regarding to her appearence. Miyong saw her only daughter gradually start a bad relationship with the food, because she didn’t want to have the body that used to appear on the mirror’s reflection anymore. Even with the support of people around her, Jisoo refused to accept her condition and the stress took over her poor mind. A bad and obsessive behavior were there for a long time. After her basic education years were over, the korean woman decided that it was the time to force the demigod to take care of her mental health.

Jisoo was 22 when everything seemed to be back in place, but you can never be totally free from that kind of ghosts. Once a lighthearted, the girl became anxious and insecure, frequently seen as a reserved person. The now overprotective mother was hard to convince when Jisoo choosed to move from Jeju to the Mount Phoenix, but the daughter was stubborn enough to proof Miyoung how much she needed to stand by herself, to try to keep track of her life again and recover the past years lost focusing on the slowly recovery. Jisoo was fine and she would not be in danger or helpless in the new home, as long as she considerated the local medical help. Going back to the studies and with a regular job at Siren’s Song Music Store, it could feel like a start over.

PANTHEON: Greek. CHILD OF: Poseidon. POWERS: In addiction to the well-known abilities of controlling the sea water and hold her breath and swim when submerged, this demigod can also understand the language of the sea creatures.

STRENGTHS: Jisoo is determinated and dedicated to her goals and a good listener in conversations, as she is not a talkative person herself. She knows her limits when it comes to emotions and powers, and in the second case, it turns into a incentive to keep on improving. When she is in a good mood, easily recognizes her good capabilities and is proud of 'em.

WEAKNESSES: She often surpasses the said emotional limits, what ends up with Jisoo being unstable and depressed. The anxiety gets in the way of her rotine, manifesting itself like a obsessive perfeccionism. When insecure about her abilities, she prevents of using 'em in front of people, afraid of not beeing good enough and putting someone in danger. There is also the dificulty to open up about her strugles, what makes the demigod handle everything alone.

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[sparklyjojos]

Let’s Read & Suffer: Tsukumojuku by Maijō Ōtarō [part 22]

Today`s recap: In which Inugami Yasha attempts to explain the case of the Cross House, people switch places with Jesus Christ a lot, and Tsukumojuku has a headache. [tw: brief eye horror]

STORY 7 PART 2

Tsukumojuku couldn't understand, and he cursed God. He cursed God for killing Tsutomu. In wrath, in grief, in despair, he pulled out his eyes, threw them on the ground, and crushed them under his shoe. Now he didn’t have to see that anymore, anything, ever again...

But he could still see everything. (Why? Why could he still see...?)

“Gajobun?”

He turned around. His dear Seshiru and Serika were standing there, both grown up, now a beautiful man and a woman. Glittering, almost. Dazzling. They were already pretty as kids, but now it was as if all that was beautiful that once hid deep inside them was now visible outside.

And Tsutomu--- with Tsutomu's head busted open like this, face in an unrecognizable shape, Tsukumojuku couldn't know if he had grown up to be beautiful, too...

“So you really are alive?” Seshiru said. “He knew that you were, and solved the case. ...Let’s go.”

- - -

In the mountains behind Himago-tani, even further than the small hut where Junko's body had once been found, there's a part where cars can't go any further. Going up the mountain way from there, you'd find yourself at the feet of a transmission tower. If you then entered the northern forest, and climbed a small hill, you'd arrive at a giant cross-shaped house with “CROSS HOUSE” written over the entrance.

The southern end of the vertical bar of the “cross” was near a cliff, from which you could see the dense cedar forest beneath. Walking inside the house put you in a winding hall surrounding 24 rooms. The hall and the rooms were made of worn out wood. Apparently, somebody had been secretly here, managed to climb the mountain unnoticed and maintain the house. The mysterious carer tidied the place up, changed the mattresses, even cleaned the bathrooms.

Each of the 24 rooms contained a bed, a bookcase, a desk set, and a closet. The bathrooms and the dining room were in another, smaller building northwest of the Cross House.

At the northern end of the cross, there was a small chapel, with fourteen pews in two rows, a pulpit for sermons and an altar. Behind the altar there was a cross, but without a figure of Christ.

- - -

On 9th September, around 11 AM, Kato Takashi had come to check on the state of the Cross House, as some guests were living there for the previous two weeks -- members of a video production group from Shibuya, the Angel Bunnies. Abe Atsushi, who was one of them, had asked Mr. Takashi if they could do some filming there. Their movie was based on the original work of Ayatsuji Yukito [an actual Kodansha writer] called The Cross House Murders [十字館の殺人 -- a pun on Ayatsuji’s real novel's title, The Decagon House Murders, 十角館の殺人. ]

When Mr. Takashi came to the Cross House that day, he found the dead body of “Tsukumojuku” in the hall in front of the chapel’s open door. Surrounding the corpse were seven candles, their flames illuminating his naked body and the arrow in his chest.

- - -

When everyone from the Cross House gathered in the chapel, Seshiru [who’s going by Inugami Yasha, as the twins are still wanted for murder] said, “As a last thing in this investigation, I'd like once more to review everyone’s alibi for the time of the murder, 11 AM.” He drew a map of the Cross House on the whiteboard, numbered the rooms 1-24 clockwise and wrote down all their alibi.

1: Hongou Takeshi – sleeping.

2: Tanaka Masatsugu – checking the script. A few times went out to knock on his neighbour Hongou's door to try and consult some parts with him, but it seems Hongou was sleeping all this time. Moved only between their rooms.

3: Kumono Takuya – working on their Internet page.

4: Yoshida Yukino – woke up around 10:30, changed clothes, at 10:45 went out of the room, then through the eastern entrance and walked around the chapel to reach the big washroom, met Mizoroki there, at about 11:00 went back to her room the same way.

5: Hoshino Masato – sleeping.

6: Aoyama Gen – sleeping.

7: Mizoroki Fumie – like 4's Yoshida, went to the washroom and then returned the same way.

8: Kajiwara Ayako – sleeping.

9: Nomura Rie – sleeping.

10: Obata Aki – at around 10:50 woke up, knocked on the door to room 11 (Nonaka's) but there was no answer, so she returned to her room and finished changing. At around 11:00 knocked on Nonaka's door again with the same result. Then she knocked on the door of rooms 9 (Nomura) and 8 (Kajiwara), but they were also still sleeping, so she decided to go to the washrooms alone through the eastern door. Returned to her room the same way at around 11:30.

11: Nonaka Mami – sleeping.

12: Kawai Kazuhiro – sleeping.

13: Fukushima Manabu – sleeping.

14: Abe Atsushi – woke up at 10:30, took three roundtrips to knock on the door of room 16 (Iwai) to go with her to the washrooms, but because of lack of an answer gave up after the third time and went back to sleep.

15: Furutaka Masayuki – sleeping.

16: Iwai Yumi – sleeping.

17: Nakai Sayaka – morning exercise routine.

18: Kawabe Keisuke – storyboarding.

19: Higashimoto Mika – sleeping.

20: Satou Kazuhiro – surfing the net, writing an entry on the Heaven's Voice boards.

21: Taniguchi Touru – doing pushups.

22: Hanada Sawako – calling dad in Fukuoka (recording as proof).

23: Hiraki Takako – sleeping

24: Room for luggage.

- - -

Seshiru wrote down all of this, then asked if anything strange happened back then. (Tsukumojuku noticed that Seshiru didn't write down any alibi for himself.) Nobody really said anything, so Seshiru hinted, “Well, if you still don't understand, then maybe you should try... asking God.”

As he said this, Serika showed everyone a large crucifix with a Jesus figure attached to it.

“This,” Seshiru continued, “is the figure of Christ that had been made for this movie. It's really well done. And speaking of everyone's alibi... well, if you look carefully at the whiteboard, you’ll see that... nah, you know what?” he casually put the whiteboard away, “let's just stop with this. It's quite bothersome.”

Everyone was pretty confused, until they realized that while Seshiru was directing their attention away with the whiteboard, Serika had managed to replace the Christ on the crucifix with a full-size, realistic-looking doll. Pale skin, long hair, a crown of thorns, stigmata, a bleeding spear wound on the chest. The doll also happened to look exactly like one of the Angel Bunnies, Aoyama Gen.

“That figure of Christ you’ve made was only put on the cross in the chapel during the shooting. It was originally prepared as the background prop for the scene in which Mr. Aoyama would play a victim. Now, this doll here sure resembles both Mr. Aoyama and Christ a lot.” He removed the long wig from the figure. “...Although the hairstyle is quite different from God’s.”

(listening to him – to that “different from God’s” phrase – Tsukumojuku remembered for some reason: God is different, if something's different from God then it cannot be God...)

“The culprit secretly put this Aoyama doll on the cross. Then, the supervisor of the movie saw the doll, thought it was a threat, and without telling the crew summoned a great detective called Tsukumojuku to investigate the situation.”

...That other “Tsukumojuku”. Who was he? What was he doing here? Tsukumojuku didn’t know anything.

If you don't know something, think about it deeply, Yuuki had said, and--

Yuuki?...

Right. Morimoto Yuuki [森本 有紀], from the Sixth Story...

His head was hurting a lot. As if that plant from Little Shop of Horrors was about to burst out of it and start singing about eating people, or something. [Yes, the narrator actually says that. What a nerd.] It really hurt. “Eating people”... Like the urban legend about Seshiru and Serika, like the man-eating Detective God... Why all this eating people stuff? What the fuck did that mean? He didn't know, he didn't understand. He had to really think about it, probably. He only got this far by thinking about things he didn't understand.

If you don't understand something, please think about it carefully, Yuuki had said. Yuuki? But why was he thinking about Yuuki...? He had no clue what was going on. There were so many things he didn't know or understand...

- - -

Seshiru continued, “And so, while the Great Detective Tsukumojuku was being given a tour around the place, nobody noticed that the Aoyama doll was replaced – this time with the culprit himself. He waited up there until Tsukumojuku came by to investigate the chapel by himself later, then shot him dead using a modern crossbow. Then he arranged the scene with the seven candles to confound the police.”

“So it was Aoyama?!” Kawabe asked.

“No. But since his doll was used, the culprit probably hoped it'd cast a suspicion on Mr. Aoyama. However, he's not the only person here who resembles Jesus Christ and thus could be mistaken for the figure – in the movie, Mr. Aoyama’s character has a fraternal twin, even... And you, Satou Kazuhiro, are the one playing him. Your alibi wouldn't hold in court, too. However… everyone here is sure you’re not the kind of person to commit murder.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “If so, then who prepared this stunt?”

The silence was deafening.

“Mr. Furutaka.” Seshiru turned to him.

Mr. Furutaka just grinned at him.

“Everyone, you may notice that Mr. Furutaka resembles both Mr. Aoyama and Jesus Christ a little. He'd need both of their inanimate counterparts that morning. The Aoyama doll to put on the cross, and the Christ figure to put in bed and pretend it’s him, asleep. Since it's pretty dark in the rooms, nobody would notice the difference. Here,” Seshiru showed everybody two polaroids, “are photos I've taken of this Christ figure when I found it hidden under Mr Furutaka's bed. As you can see, whoever would glance inside the room wouldn't notice it at this angle.” Two more photos. “And here's the doll of Mr. Aoyama, found under the bed of Mr. Aoyama himself. Same situation.”

“Wait, wait!” Mr. Aoyama shouted, “I didn't know that was there!”

“Of course you didn't. Mr. Furutaka put it under your bed while you were asleep. Whether he'd put it under yours or Satou's bed, it didn't really matter, either one would be suspected when the doll was found. He couldn’t hide it back in his own room -- the morning when Tsukumojuku was killed, Abe Atsushi made a few round trips to Mrs. Iwai's room, which involves passing by Mr. Furutaka's door, so he’d be noticed. The time before somebody noticed the body was running out, so in panic he hid the doll under Mr. Aoyama’s bed. Then in confusion over the murder he sneaked back to his room and quickly put the Christ figure under his bed. And that's how I had the chance to find Jesus.”

Furutaka kept on smiling.

“But here's the question, Mr. Furutaka. When you used this,” Seshiru showed everyone a modern crossbow, “whose heart did you pierce with the arrow? Because that wasn't Tsukumojuku. Tsukumojuku's sitting right there, perfectly alive.” He pointed at him. “Then who is the victim, Mr. Furutaka?”

“I don't have a damn clue, you idiot,” Furutaka answered, “'cause it wasn't me who killed the dude.”

“Then why was the Christ figure found in your room?”

“That's the only thing you have on me, huh? Then I'm gonna tell ya this had nothing to do with it. That ass cloth the figure has, remove it.”

Seshiru was confused but did so, and discovered there was a cylindrical hole drilled in the figure.

“See that?” Mr. Furutaka grinned. “That's where I put my--”

While everyone was shouting in outrage, Furutaka fled the scene, a few men chasing after him. Seshiru was just standing there stunned.

(Seshiru, you oaf. You were always an idiot. You still are one.)

“Seshiru,” Tsukumojuku quietly called his real name to get his attention.

In the Fourth Story, there was an imposter Christ, Seiryoin, and that event had to be a prediction about the progress of the current case. In the Fourth Story also, the Detective God called Tsukumojuku a Beast... and now it seemed like it was correct. To kill “God”, he'd now speak the words “God” wanted...

He looked pointedly at the ceiling in the middle of the chapel, and said, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” [Revelation 6] He stood up and approached Seshiru. “Seshiru... we were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of our fellow servants, our brothers and sisters, were killed just as we had been.”

The Fifth Seal had been opened. Finally, he understood everything.

Everything had meaning.

- - -

- - -

IMPRESSIONS

I’m not sure how much of Seshiru and Serika’s new “beauty” is there because of them growing up into better people (or whatever is it that is implied here?), and how much of it is just the result of Tsukumojuku looking at them through rose-tinted glasses caused by emotions after losing Tsutomu.

The “everything has meaning” ( (全てに意味がある) phrase Tsukumojuku uses here, and that’ll get used a few times more in this book, is the very same phrase that Japanese Jorge frequently uses in Jorge Joestar.

The Arrow Cross House in Jorge Joestar also happens to have 24 rooms, if we don’t count the four little hallways, or the study (=Cube House).

“My head hurt as if that plant from Little shop of Horrors was about to burst out of it and start singing about eating people” is not a phrase I expected to read, but one I whole-heartedly welcome.

>>>>NEXT PART>>>>

#sparkly reads tsukumojuku #long post #maijo and jdc stuff #unfortunately the illustrations are of worse quality than in the book since I had to work around the ebook reader screencap block