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Dustin AU Family

So here's a snippet for Dustin AU.

(MC's POV)

I savored the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee as I lifted the cup to my lips. But as the bitter taste hit my tongue, I scrunched my face in distaste. I had forgotten that Dustin always brews his coffee strong. Thankfully, a quick dash to the kitchen solved my problem, as I added a spoonful of sugar and stirred it in with my teaspoon. As I took another sip, the sweet and creamy flavor of the coffee danced on my tongue, and I let out a blissful sigh.

The sun was rising outside, casting a warm, golden glow through the window. The chirping of the birds provided a soothing melody that blended perfectly with the comforting ambiance of the kitchen. Soft breezes rustled through the leaves of the trees in the backyard, adding a soft, calming hum to the mix.

But my mind couldn't help but focus on the beautiful house I was sitting in, the one that Dustin had carefully chosen as his home. The size was perfect - not too small, not too big. There were enough rooms to accommodate a growing family without feeling cramped, with plenty of open spaces that helped to foster a sense of community and togetherness. His careful attention to detail was evident, from the modern yet cozy decor to the warm, inviting colors that graced the walls.

As I took another sip of my coffee, I marveled at the lush greenery that surrounded the house, and I knew that Dustin must have put in countless hours to bring it to life. But as I thought about it, I realized that it made perfect sense. Dustin had always been a man who valued tradition and roots, and there was something deeply soothing about tending to a garden and watching the fruits of your labor come to life. "I like to remember my childhood," he had once told me with a smile, and I knew then that he wasn't just talking about his home, but about his life in general.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Dustin’s handsome face. He kissed me softly on the cheek and wrapped his arms around me.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “How’s your coffee?”

“Delicious,” I said, leaning into his embrace. “Just like you.”

He chuckled and kissed me again, more passionately this time. I felt a surge of love and happiness in my chest. He was everything I ever wanted, and I couldn’t believe he was mine.

As Dustin held me close, I couldn't help but admire his rugged farmer outfit. His jeans were well-worn, and his flannel shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing his toned forearms. Dustin's work boots were caked with mud, a clear sign that he'd been up early tending to the fields. Despite the rough appearance, Dustin still looked handsome, his tousled hair and bright smile making my heart flutter.

"You're looking pretty farmy today," I teased, gently elbowing him. "But don't worry, you still clean up nicely."

Dustin laughed, his eyes crinkling at the sides. "As long as I'm presentable for you, that's all that matters."

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love for him. He was so caring, so attentive, and so effortlessly charming. I wrapped my arms around him, nestling my head into his chest. His warmth and comfort enveloped me, and I felt my heart swell with affection.

"I love you, Dustin," I murmured, feeling a little shy at my own declaration.

"I love you too, darlin'," he replied, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "More than anything in this world."

As Dustin and I stood there, lost in each other's embrace, the world around us seemed to fade away. It was just him and me, locked in a moment that felt like it could last forever. His hands roamed over my back, tracing patterns through the fabric of my top. My fingers tangled in his hair, feeling the soft texture of the strands.

A soft noise from the kitchen doorway brought us out of our reverie. We turned to see Clark, our son, standing there in his pajamas, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Morning, Mommy. Morning, Daddy," he said with a yawn.

I blushed, realizing that we'd been caught in a private moment. Dustin squeezed my hand, his eyes still filled with warmth and affection. "Morning, son. Did you sleep well?"

Clark nodded, a sleepy smile on his face. "Uh-huh. Can I have pancakes for breakfast?"

Dustin laughed, ruffling Clark's hair. "You got it, buddy. Let's go make some delicious pancakes for the best little guy in the world."

The kitchen was alive with laughter and the mouthwatering aroma of sizzling pancakes as Dustin and I did our best to satisfy Clark’s insatiable appetite. He loved pancakes more than anything, and we wanted to make him happy. But our good intentions soon turned into a disaster as we realized that we had no clue how to cook.

The batter was either too runny or too thick, and the pancakes either burned or stuck to the pan. The floor was covered with sticky blobs of batter, and the smoke alarm went off twice. It was a miracle that we didn’t set the house on fire.

Clark watched the whole spectacle with wide eyes and a grin on his face, his cheeks covered with batter that he had licked from the spoon. Dustin’s hair was sprinkled with flour, making him look like an old man. Charles, our loyal dog, sniffed around the floor, hoping to find some edible scraps.

“You guys are hopeless,” I teased, trying to salvage a pancake that had turned black on one side. “We’re supposed to be making breakfast, not a mess.”

Dustin flashed me a mischievous smile, grabbing a handful of flour and tossing it at me. I gasped, feeling the flour hit my face and hair. I quickly retaliated, throwing some batter at him. He dodged, but it landed on his shirt instead.

And that’s how it started. A full-blown flour war that had us laughing so hard that we could barely breathe. We threw flour and batter at each other, not caring about the mess or the noise. We were having too much fun.

Clark joined in, throwing some flour at Charles, who barked happily and wagged his tail. Charles chased Clark around the kitchen, trying to lick his face. We were a happy family, enjoying a simple moment of joy.

“Alright, alright,” Dustin said finally, wiping the flour from his eyes. “I think we’ve made enough of a scene here. And we still need to make some pancakes.”

We looked around the kitchen and saw the extent of the damage. Flour and batter were everywhere – on the walls, on the ceiling, on the furniture. We looked like ghosts, covered in white powder.

We felt a pang of guilt, knowing that we had wasted food and made a huge mess. But we also felt a warm glow in our hearts, knowing that we had shared a moment of laughter and love.

We nodded in agreement, deciding to start over with the pancakes. We cleaned up the kitchen as best as we could, then made a fresh batch of batter. This time, we followed the instructions carefully and managed to make some decent pancakes – fluffy, golden and delicious.

We sat down at the table and enjoyed the breakfast together, smiling and chatting. Dustin gave Charles a pat on the head and fed him a piece of pancake. I looked at them and felt a surge of gratitude for having them in my life. They were my family, and I loved them more than anything.

It may not be gourmet cooking, but it was family bonding at its best.

As the night fell and our stomachs were filled with pancakes, it was time to get Clark ready for bed. Dustin and I made our way to the bathroom and helped him brush his teeth, and get ready for bed. Clark was tired, but before he turned off the light, he looked at us with a hopeful expression.

"Can you guys tell me a bedtime story?" Clark said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

We smiled, and Dustin leaned in to tickle his son's tummy, making him giggle. "Of course, bud. What kind of story do you want to hear?"

"I want to hear a story about the Royal Assets for King Hendrick," Clark said, his voice filled with wonder. "I heard they're the bravest knights in all of Devontae."

Dustin and I exchanged a glance, both of us impressed by our son's knowledge of the kingdom's knights.

"Once upon a time, the Kingdom of Devontae was ruled by King Hendrick, a wise and just ruler who kept his subjects safe and secure. But there were dangers lurking beyond the kingdom's borders, and King Hendrick knew that he needed the best and bravest group to protect his people," I began.

"That's when he formed the Royal Assets, a group of individual who were not just skilled in combat, but also in magic and cunning. They were the elite force of Devontae, entrusted with the most dangerous and difficult missions," Dustin continued, taking over the story.

"The Royal Assets were led by The Peerless Dragon, a warrior who was known for their intelligence and bravery. With the help of the Royal Protector and Wizard they handpicked the finest people from Devontae, and trained them in the art of war and diplomacy. Each member of the Royal Assets had a special skillset and was equipped with the finest armor and weapons," I continued, describing the sensory details of the knights' equipment.

Clark listened intently, his eyes wide with wonder and his breathing hitching in excitement. Dustin described in a dramatic manner the missions that the royal assets carried out, from battling fiery dragons to saving princesses from the clutches of evil sorcerers.

As the story came to an end, Clark drifted off to sleep, his dreams filled with visions of brave knights on noble steeds. Dustin and I watched over him with love and affection, grateful for the simple but beautiful moments we shared as a family.

After we tucked Clark in and kissed him goodnight, Dustin and I decided to take a walk on the fields. We loved the fresh air and the peacefulness of the night. We held hands as we strolled along the grass, feeling the gentle breeze on our faces.

The moon was shining brightly in the sky, casting a silver glow on everything. The stars were twinkling like diamonds, creating a beautiful contrast with the dark sky. It was a perfect night, and we felt so lucky to be together.

We stopped by a large oak tree and leaned against its trunk. Dustin wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. I snuggled into his embrace, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat.

He kissed the top of my head and whispered in my ear, “I love you, you know that?”

I looked up at him and smiled, seeing the love in his eyes. “I love you too, more than anything.”

He leaned down and kissed me softly, then more passionately. I kissed him back, feeling a surge of emotion in my chest. He was everything I ever wanted, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

We broke apart and gazed at each other, feeling a connection that words couldn’t describe. We smiled and cuddled under the tree, watching the stars and the moon. We didn’t need to say anything, we just enjoyed each other’s presence.

We were happy, we were in love, and we were a family. And that was all that mattered.

#Dustin #Royal Asset #Family AU

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Personality Choice Poll

So Kamusta guys, I got an ask that Tarnish personality is a bit distracting and I think that maybe some of you are getting annoyed by it to also.

Here's a poll with different personalities that you guys can vote and I will implement it in the story. So far I only have think 4 and I will use the most highest down to the lowest in order for each Chapter.

Example: Stoic wins then Tarnish will be stoic in Chapter 2.

Here's a sample of the personalities if will be chosen for the story.

Stoic:

I hear Chase’s voice before I see him. He’s always loud and cheerful, unlike me. I’m the quiet one, the one who keeps his emotions in check. I don’t let anyone see what I’m really feeling.

“Heya Tarnish!” He waves at me from across the hall, a wide grin on his face. He runs towards me and claps me on the shoulder. “How’s it going, buddy?”

I shrug and look away. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about anything. Chase doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through. He doesn’t know the pain and the guilt that haunt me every day.

“Come on, man. Don’t be like that.” He tries to catch my eye, but I avoid his gaze. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m your best friend.”

I sigh and shake my head. He’s not my best friend. He’s my only friend. The only one who stuck with me after everything that happened. The only one who didn’t judge me or pity me or hate me.

But he doesn’t understand me. He can’t. He’s too happy, too optimistic, too naive. He thinks life is a game, a joke, a fun adventure. He doesn’t know the darkness that lurks in the shadows, the monsters that hide in the night, the secrets that burn in the soul.

He doesn’t know me.

I force a smile and lie to him. “I’m fine, Chase. Really. Just tired.”

He nods and smiles back, but I can tell he’s not convinced. He knows something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what. And he won’t give up until he finds out.

He’s persistent like that.

Flirty:

I walked into the room, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw Angel. She greeted me with a blow of a kiss, and her hips swayed playfully as she moved towards me. I couldn't help but grin at her seductive behavior.

"Hey there, gorgeous," I purred, reaching out to seize her hand and bring it to my lips. I kissed her knuckles gently, letting my eyes roam over her curves.

Angel laughed softly, clearly enjoying the attention. "Someone's hungry," she said, biting her lip suggestively and running her fingers through her hair.

I leaned in close, my voice low and sultry. "Only for you," I replied, letting my hands roam over her hips.

Angel giggled, her laughter sending shivers down my spine. "You always know what to say, Tarnish," she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against mine.

I couldn't resist the temptation, and I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue dance against hers. Angel moaned softly and pressed herself closer to me, her hands wandering over my chest.

We finally broke apart, both of us breathless and flushed with desire. "Let's go somewhere more private," Angel suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Joker:

"Tarnish!" Charles's voice echoed across the room, sharp and commanding. I pivoted on my heels, my gaze locking with his intense eyes. His rigid posture conveyed authority and a hint of annoyance, but I couldn't help myself—I was in the mood for a little humor.

I approached Charles with a mischievous grin, unable to resist the opportunity to inject some levity into the serious moment. "Ah, Charles, my dear friend!" I exclaimed, stretching out the word "dear" with a theatrical flourish. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your melodious summons?"

Charles sighed, his annoyance evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. "Tarnish, this is not the time for your jesting," he admonished, his tone stern and clipped.

I held up my hands in mock surrender, feigning innocence. "Oh, forgive me, Charles, for trying to sprinkle a little humor into our serious affairs. After all, they say laughter is the best medicine, especially in times of dire need. And my goodness, are we not in dire need of some relief?" I paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "But fear not, my serious comrade, I shall endeavor to restrain myself."

"Now, what grave matter brings you to seek my esteemed company?" I asked, adopting a mockingly serious tone, my eyes glinting with mischief.

Charles sighed again. "We have a pressing issue that requires your attention, Tarnish. It seems that your jester nature is desperately needed elsewhere."

I placed a hand over my heart, feigning astonishment. "Me? A jester? Oh, Charles, you wound me with your words! Surely, I am a master of wit and wisdom, a purveyor of laughter in the face of adversity. But if my jesting must be set aside for a moment, then let us attend to this grave matter with the seriousness it deserves."

Charles nodded "Thank you, Tarnish. Your cooperation is appreciated."

I gave him an exaggerated bow, a twinkle in my eye. "You are most welcome, my solemn companion.

Crude

I sat in my dimly lit room, expertly disassembling my guns with practiced precision. Each part was meticulously polished until it shone in the dim light that filtered in through the curtains. The silence of the moment allowed me to focus completely on the task at hand, finding peace in the familiar routine.

That peace was ripped away from me as I heard Maria's voice echo through the room. In response, I clenched my teeth, feeling my focus begin to slip away. "Tarnish!" Her voice pierced through the silence like a bullet.

I refused to glance in her direction, my eyes fixated on my work. "What do you want?" My tone was sharp and curt, an unfortunate side effect of my irritation.

Maria's footsteps echoed through the room as she neared me, undeterred by my hostility. "I need your expertise on a new case," she stated, her voice calm and collected despite my rude response.

I grunted in response, continuing to polish the gun frame with a newfound force. "Can't you just handle it on your own? Or are you too incompetent to handle a case without my help?"

My words hit her like a blow, and I felt a venomous satisfaction at the sight of her expression hardening. "Don't be crude, Tarnish," she retorted, clearly thrown off by my rudeness. "I thought you were better than that."

I shrugged, still refusing to meet her gaze. "I am who I am, Maria. I don't sugarcoat anything."

She clucked her tongue in disapproval and placed a file on the desk, her eyes never leaving mine. "Well, let's hope your skills in the field make up for your lack of tact."

I snatched up the file, unwilling to let her get the last word. "You can hope all you want, but I'll still get the job done."

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Conrad AU Family

So hello guys, it has been too long since I got writing and just listening to "Under The Bridge" by Red Hot Chili Peppers inspired me to create a family snippet for Conrad. Plus we have Luna and maybe just maybe I will create the other RO's their own respective AU's.

If you guys want just comment bellow and let me know who you want next or perhaps I just make a poll.

The snipper is under the cute :)

I let out a satisfying sigh as I placed the hefty bucket of water above the sink, wiping beads of sweat from my forehead. Being a woman may be a formidable challenge, but thanks to my training as the Aseet, I can handle even the most arduous of tasks. I glance around the room, taking in the sight of my humble abode. It's quiet in here except for the sound of crickets chirping in the background. As I take a deep breath, I can't help but chuckle as I think about how far my husband, Conrad, and I have come.

The first time I laid eyes on him was a whirlwind moment that turned my world upside down. Conrad was always cynical, gloomy, and dead inside, and he never hesitated to tell me so. I remember the first time he said with conviction, "I have no time for love!" But little did he know, I was not one to give up easily. Fate had other plans for us, and after much persistence, we tied the knot and soon found ourselves caring for our first child together.

I admit, it wasn't easy for him. He had no experience with child-rearing and often came to me for guidance on how to care for our newborn. I remember him asking me repeatedly about the rituals, portions, and anything else he could do to keep our child healthy. But I could see him struggling, never having been the naturally nurturing type. I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as I watched him, always looking lost and confused.

Yet, despite all the obstacles and challenges, seeing Conrad navigating his way through fatherhood was the most life-changing experience of all. The way he would cradle our infant in his arms, his eyes full of love and adoration, was nothing short of enchanting. His transformation was like watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly, oh so beautiful, and breathtaking.

Except in the past Conrad was not what you would call father material yet. I smiled as I recalled one of the most memorable moments of our parenthood journey. It was the first time Conrad tried to take care of our child by himself, while I went out to run some errands. He had insisted that he could handle it, and I had reluctantly agreed, hoping that he would learn something from the experience.

When I came back, I was greeted by a scene of utter chaos. Our child was crying hysterically, clutching a sharp object in his tiny hand. Conrad was standing over him, looking furious and frustrated.

“What are you doing?” I exclaimed, rushing to take the object away from our child and soothing him with gentle words.

“I was trying to make him happy!” Conrad snapped. “You told me to do whatever he wanted, so I gave him this. He seemed to like it at first, but then he started to cry and bleed. I don’t understand!”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Conrad, you can’t give him something dangerous like this. He could hurt himself or someone else. You have to be careful and responsible.”

“But you also told me to be firm and not let him get away with everything!” Conrad protested. “So I scolded him and told him to stop crying. But he only cried louder and louder. I don’t understand!”

I looked at him with a mixture of pity and amusement. He was so clueless and helpless, but he was also trying his best. He had even taken notes on how to be a good parent, but he had failed to apply them properly.

“Conrad, you need to find a balance,” I said softly, taking his hand and pulling him closer to me and our child. “You need to be kind and loving, but also firm and consistent. You need to understand his needs and feelings, but also teach him right from wrong. You need to be his father, not his friend or his enemy.”

He looked at me with a bewildered expression, as if I had just spoken in a foreign language. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

I smiled and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it soon enough. We’re in this together, remember? We’ll figure it out as we go along.”

He nodded slowly, wrapping his arms around me and our child. He kissed our child’s forehead and whispered something in his ear that made him giggle.

I felt a surge of love and gratitude for my husband and my child. They were my everything, my reason for living. And I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world.

After drying my hands with the towel, I tilted my head, my gaze fixated on the window overlooking our backyard. A warm smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched Conrad, his hands moving with grace and fluidity, conjuring mesmerizing ice birds that danced in the air. The sight brought an ethereal joy to our son, Cyril, who erupted into fits of giggles, his laughter echoing through the open space.

Yes, Conrad had certainly grown and improved over the years. Though occasional mishaps still occurred, like the time he turned bath time into a bubbly extravaganza, creating an ocean of frothy bubbles that spilled over the edges of the tub. We ended up having an impromptu bubble party that lasted well into the evening, our laughter filling the air, mingling with the iridescent glow of soap bubbles.

As I stood there, gazing at the idyllic scene playing out before me, a sudden glimmer in Conrad's eyes caught my attention. He turned his head towards the window, locking eyes with me. In that fleeting moment, I could see the love and adoration he held for both Cyril and me. With a gentle nudge, Conrad drew Cyril's attention to my presence, and they both turned to face me. A surge of warmth flooded my heart as Cyril's little hand rose in the air, his chubby fingers waving excitedly.

Conrad leaned down, whispering something into Cyril's ear, eliciting a burst of laughter from our son. I knew that look—the mischievous sparkle in Conrad's eyes. It meant he had a secret, something that involved me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity mingled with a hint of playful suspicion. I decided it was time to join them in the backyard, to immerse myself in this wholesome family moment.

Stepping out into the sunlight, the grass tickling my bare feet, I made my way towards Conrad and Cyril. The air was alive with the vibrant hues of nature, the sweet scent of flowers wafting on a gentle breeze. As I approached them, Conrad's face lit up, a wide grin spreading across his features. Cyril, perched on Conrad's shoulders, looked at me with sheer delight.

"Surprise, my love!" Conrad exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement. "Cyril and I have been practicing something special just for you."

My heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through my veins. "What is it?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

Conrad's eyes sparkled mischievously as he gestured towards the empty space before us. "Watch closely," he said, his voice filled with a hint of mystery.

And then, with a flick of his wrist, Conrad conjured a breathtaking display of ice sculptures.Suddenly, a dozen ice birds flew towards me, forming a circle around me. They were made of sparkling crystals that reflected the sunlight, creating a dazzling display of colors. They had delicate wings that fluttered in the air, and graceful necks that curved and swayed. They had tiny beaks that opened and closed, and bright eyes that twinkled with life. They sang a sweet melody that filled my ears with joy.

Cyril's laughter rang out like sweet music, the sheer enchantment of the moment captivating us all.

I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and gratitude as I basked in the enchantment unfolding before me. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of my eyes, a testament to the depth of emotion that swelled within my chest. It was a snapshot of our lives—a moment of pure magic, shared between a husband, a wife, and their precious child.

As the sculptures slowly melted, their beauty fleeting yet eternal in our memories, Conrad took a step closer, his voice filled with tenderness. "We wanted to create something special for you, to express our love and appreciation," he said, his gaze never leaving mine.

I embraced them both, feeling their warmth envelop me, the love radiating from our intertwined embrace. "You've given me more than I could ever ask for," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "This moment, this love—it's everything to me."

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow upon our little family, we stood there, connected by a bond that could weather any storm. In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, I couldn't help but gush with gratitude for the beautiful chaos of our lives, the nostalgic memories we were creating, and the promise of countless more cherished moments to come.

#Spotify #Conrad #Family AU Life #The Song Hits Deep😭😭😭😭#You Should Listen To It While Reading It

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Hey I really like this demo! I can't wait to see more of it!^^ oh and I wanted to ask on how were you able to come up to this IF?🤔 And a bit of classic ask 🤣 but how would the RO's react when someone is flirting with the mc?(both in crushing and relationship stage) if it's spoilery then it's alright if you don't wanna answer it^^👍

That's good to hear, as for your first question its just basically a compilation of my favorite things in life. Like for example the game Devil May Cry and Blade, then of course Van Helsing. Then I just combined those stuff together and that's the birth of this IF. Another one is Kayn from League Of Legends with his crazy relationship with the darkin Rhaast so that's the inspiration for Alpha.

Now let's go for the flirting part so a head up by the way in this MC will be a jackass and very egoistic of themselves 😜😎 Plus, only the crushing stage will be written here. We don't what you guys getting spoiled now do we hahah!

A song to make the mood happen and the answer is below the cut

(Angel's POV)

I chuckled, my laughter reverberating through the room as I slammed my fist against the worn-out brick wall. Shaking my head in disbelief, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pity for the person foolishly attempting to flirt with Tarnish. Having known them for what felt like an eternity, I understood all too well that Tarnish was simply toying with their emotions. It was just their way, unable to resist the allure of hearing compliments from another.

I cracked my knuckles, placing my hand confidently on my hip as I sauntered towards the duo. Closing the distance between us, I noticed their heads snapping in my direction, their attention abruptly diverted.

"Hey An—" I cut them off, lunging at Tarnish and pressing them against the rough surface of the wall. In a swift motion, I pressed my lips against theirs, causing a momentary struggle that soon subsided as Tarnish surrendered. Pulling away, I glanced at the uncomfortable onlooker, who promptly decided to make a hasty exit.

I slowly licked my lips, savoring the taste of the impromptu kiss. "A nice way to greet somebody!" Tarnish quipped, a playful tone in their voice.

Cupping their cheeks in my hands, I smirked. "I don't sugarcoat, Tarnish," I replied, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.

Tarnish burst into laughter, their amusement contagious. "Is that so? Can you put that sugar coating on my lips then?" they asked, their voice dripping with suave charm.

Raising a finger, I playfully tapped their lips. "Maybe next time," I teased, my words laced with a hint of promise.

As we walked away, side by side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment settle over me. Tarnish might be a player, but they were my player, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

(Chase's POV)

Leaning casually against the wall, a smug smirk played on my lips as I watched the hapless individual attempt to flirt with Tarnish. It was a pitiful sight, really. They were already sweating profusely, stumbling over their words, and audibly gulping in nervousness, all while Tarnish merely smiled back at them. What an amateur. It irked me to witness such a pathetic display of failure. Flirting and complimenting were child's play, and here they were, failing miserably at the simplest of tasks.

A voice inside my head whispered, "If you want something done right, do it yourself." Smoothing my slicked-back hair with a self-assured gesture and moistening my lips to give them a tantalizing sheen, I sauntered toward the duo. The stranger was the first to notice my presence, their gaze locked behind Tarnish, until finally, Tarnish's curiosity compelled them to turn around.

"Ch—" Their attempt to address me was quickly silenced as I raised a hand, cutting off their words. Stepping closer, I pressed my hand against Tarnish's chest, pushing them firmly against the wall. My other hand found its place on the wall beside them, allowing me to lean in, our faces mere inches apart. The air crackled with anticipation.

"Careful there, Tarnish," I whispered, my voice laced with flirtatious intent. "Hearing you say my name is making me…" I trailed off, my lips brushing against their ear, "Do things I won't regret come morning."

Drawing back, I observed with satisfaction as the stunned individual made a swift exit, their words abandoned in their mouth. Clearly, my dazzling display had left them speechless.

Tarnish let out a chuckle, drawing my attention back to them. "Promises, promises, promises," they drawled, clicking their tongue in playful reproach.

I laughed, a low, throaty sound that exuded confidence. "Well, they say promises are meant to be broken," I replied cheekily, a playful glint in my eyes.

Without warning, Tarnish grabbed my clothes, swiftly spinning me around and pinning me against the wall this time. The sudden change in power dynamics was exhilarating. Their closeness sent shivers down my spine, as I stared into their smoldering gaze.

"If that's the case," Tarnish challenged, their voice dripping with a mix of desire and amusement, "how about I break you instead?"

I raised an eyebrow, licking my lips in anticipation. "Go ahead," I replied, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Break me however you please."

Tarnish let go of my clothes, stepping away from me and causing me to pout in frustration. "Nah," they waved their hand dismissively. "You're enjoying this much more than I am," they said, crossing their arms over their chest.

I let out a sigh, my frustration melting away as I trailed behind Tarnish, lost in my own thoughts. "Foreplay. I never liked it, and I never will," I grumbled, my tone irritated.

Tarnish glanced back at me over their shoulder, a sly smile playing at the corners of their lips. "Get used to it then," they shouted back, their words laced with playful defiance.

I rolled my eyes, a wry chuckle escaping my lips. "Always so sure of yourself, aren't you?" I quipped, my words dripping with sarcasm.

Tarnish only shrugged nonchalantly, their movements fluid and relaxed. "Why shouldn't I be?" they asked, their tone smooth as silk. "I know what you like, and I know how to give it to you."

Despite myself, I felt a shiver run down my spine at their words. Tarnish always did have a way of getting under my skin, of making me feel things I didn't quite understand. But there was no denying the raw, primal attraction that pulsed between us, drawing us closer and closer with each passing moment.

(Charles' POV)

Fury coursed through my veins, my fist clenched tightly as a wave of uselessness and misery washed over me. The reasons for this overwhelming anger eluded me, but it swirled relentlessly, threatening to consume me. Surely, the object of my rage couldn't be the person shamelessly flirting with Tarnish. "Surely!" I repeated the word bitterly, grinding my teeth in frustration as I watched the person's smile widen, their jokes eliciting laughter from Tarnish.

I couldn't bear to witness this scene any longer. With a determined resolve, I decided to make my presence known. And make it known I did. "Tarnish!" I called out their name, my voice sharp and commanding, causing both of them to turn their attention toward me.

"Charles fan—" Tarnish words were swiftly cut off by my commanding voice. "Scram!" I bellowed, my words ringing through the air like a thunderclap. Without hesitation, the person turned and fled, leaving behind the unmistakable scent of fear and a tinge of urine. Was I truly that terrifying?

Tarnish's laughter grated on my nerves, mocking my actions. "You just had to scare off my playmate, didn't you?" they taunted, their voice dripping with sarcasm, igniting a spark of irritation within me.

I took a deep breath, attempting to regain my composure. If I didn't, Tarnish and I would undoubtedly find ourselves locked in a heated confrontation, bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin. But why was I even entertaining such thoughts? I needed to focus. "Why did you summon me here? Is there an urgent matter or an emergency?" I demanded, cutting to the chase.

Tarnish's laughter echoed once again, fueling my frustration. "No emergency, Charles," they replied, their voice oozing with confidence. "I just wanted to have some fun with you."

I shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose in exasperation. "So, all of this was simply a ploy?" I questioned, my annoyance seeping through my words.

Tarnish stepped closer, casually draping their arms over my shoulders, their intoxicating perfume wafting through the air. "Yup, and I know you're going to refuse, but why not give it a chance? I promise you won't regret it," they coaxed, shaking me playfully, attempting to bridge the gap between us, as if we were close friends.

Their invitation hung tantalizingly in the air, as conflicting emotions warred within me. One part of me urged rejection, sensing the potential for regret, while the other whispered that this could be my chance to get closer to Tarnish. I knew deep down that the words about to spill from my mouth would be laced with regret. "Fine!" I grumbled, feigning resistance. "Angel and Mari are in the midst of a heated quarrel at HQ, and I could use some peace and quiet." I pretended to reason, my voice dripping with reluctant acceptance.

Tarnish leaned in, planting a gentle peck on my cheek, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. "Nice!" they exclaimed, swiftly removing their arm from my shoulders, already forgetting our previous proximity. "Follow me and don't dilly-dally," Tarnish commanded, striding ahead confidently. I brought my hand up to my cheek, feeling the remnants of their kiss, a silent reminder of the mark they had left upon me.

"Tarnish," I replied casually, masking the lingering imprint of their kiss on my mind. It was crucial to maintain an air of nonchalance, even though my heart raced at the mere sound of their voice. I turned towards them, my expression a careful blend of amusement and indifference.

They raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in their eyes. "Lost in thought, were we?" they teased, their tone laced with a hint of seduction. "Or perhaps lost in the memory of that kiss?"

I scoffed, feigning nonchalance. "Kisses come and go, Tarnish," I retorted, my words dripping with the confidence of a seasoned flirt. "But you'll have to do better than that to leave a lasting impression."

Tarnish's laughter filled the air, a melodious sound that sent shivers down my spine. They took a step closer, their presence magnetic and captivating. "Is that so?" they countered, their voice low and velvety. "Well, Charles, consider me up for the challenge. I'll make sure every kiss is unforgettable."

Me and Tarnish continue to walk side by side with them still teasing me about the kiss and me remaining composed even though my heart is beating loudly and my nerves rattling when thinking about it.

(Maria's POV)

The room grew dimmer, casting an atmospheric shadow over the scene. My eyes remained fixated on Tarnish, effortlessly captivating and flirting with yet another stranger. It had become a tiresome routine, an endless cycle of their pursuit for hearts and attention. Frustration simmered within me, an ember ready to ignite a storm. "Oh, so now you're just getting jealous?" a voice whispered in my head, taunting and mocking.

I clenched my fists, refusing to let the voice's insidious doubts infiltrate my resolve. "I'm not jealous!" I shot back, my words laced with defiance. Deep down, I couldn't deny the truth lurking beneath the surface. The voice persisted, relentless in its assault. "Liar! You can't help but gush and blush whenever they call you their bunny!"

"I don't!" I retorted, my tone tinged with frustration, before turning my back on the persistent voice. Moments later, Tarnish's voice sliced through the turmoil. "Yeah, I agree with Maria," they interjected, their voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Imaginary enemy!"

Locking eyes with Tarnish, curiosity mingled with anger coursed through my veins. "So, you're finally here. What happened to your friend?" I demanded, my annoyance seeping through my words.

Tarnish chuckled, shaking their head dismissively. An air of confidence and arrogance surrounded them as they replied, "They were utterly basic and boring. A few smiles, a few compliments, and they were practically begging me for a date!"

"And you agreed?" I shot back, my statement veiled as a question.

Straightening their stance, Tarnish closed the gap between us. "Nope! They couldn't hold a candle to you, my bunny," they proclaimed boldly, their words igniting a warmth that spread across my cheeks. In an attempt to hide my blush, I averted my gaze.

Tarnish's laughter filled the space, resonating deep within me like a melodic symphony. "Aww, didn't mean to offend you, my bunny," they teased, their voice dripping with affectionate playfulness. "Alright, how about 'feisty bunny'? Does that sound better?" they added cheekily.

A surge of emotions surged within me, a whirlwind of amusement, frustration, and something more enigmatic. "Call me bunny one more time, and I'll show you what feisty truly means," I warned, a lethal glare aimed in their direction.

Tarnish leaned dangerously close, their proximity igniting a fire within me. "Are you planning to kill me with kindness and love?" they taunted mockingly, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

I let out an exasperated groan, my eyes rolling in exasperation. Tarnish had an uncanny ability to turn even the simplest threat or comment into an innuendo. "Are you in heat or something?" I quipped, my words laced with a touch of amusement.

They casually raised their finger, a nonchalant expression adorning their face. "Oh, my dear bunny, whenever I'm near you, you ignite my mind and set my heat ablaze with just a smile and a glare," they replied, their voice dripping with playful desire. A mischievous wink accompanied their words, sending a jolt of anticipation through my veins.

A soft murmur escaped my lips as I leaned in closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. "And I can say the same about you," I whispered, my voice barely audible but charged with an undercurrent of longing.

Tarnish chuckled, their laughter a melody that echoed through the room. "I'm glad we're on the same page then," they remarked, their words tinged with a knowingness that made my heart skip a beat. In that moment, I cursed my forgetfulness, realizing all too well that Tarnish possessed supernatural senses, able to read between the lines and decipher the unspoken truths.

"That's not what I meant," I stammered, desperately attempting to salvage the conversation and deny the confession that lingered beneath the surface. But Tarnish simply grinned, their expression radiating confidence and mischief, sending delightful tremors through my body.

"Whatever you say, my bunny," they teased, their voice a velvety caress that stirred a maelstrom of emotions within me.

"Now," they continued, extending their hand towards me, an invitation laced with adventure and daring. "What do you say we find something to occupy our night, something more adventurous and daring?" they proposed, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As Tarnish's invitation hung in the air, the room around us seemed to fade to the background, leaving just the two of us. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the caution that come from having walked on the edge of danger before, and the exhilarating possibility of the unknown path that lay ahead.

My face wore a deadpan expression as I tried to keep my poker face in place, while Tarnish clapped their hands together with glee. "I like that look on you, Bunny," they drawled, their eyes alight with mischief. "Serious and sexy, just like I always knew you could be."

I tried to hold in a snort at the compliment, but it escaped as a huff as I couldn't help myself. Tarnish had a knack for spinning flattery into an art form, effortlessly weaving words that could charm the most hardened of hearts. But I knew their game all too well. They could shower me with compliments all day and night, and still, their supply would never run dry. "Enough with the compliments!" I snapped, trying to ignore the way my body reacted to their words. "You could flatter a fish into jumping out of the sea, and I'm not going to fall for it."

Tarnish's lips twisted into a smirk as they shot me a look filled with amusement. "Oh Bunny, you wound me," they said with a playful pout. "It's not my fault you're so easy to compliment. You're like a work of art, just begging to be admired." then they put a hand on their chest and hand outstretched towards me. "And you know I could spend an eternity crafting new compliments just for you."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at Tarnish's latest round of flattery. It was hard to resist the urge to indulge in our banter, even as I knew it was all just a game to them. "An eternity, huh?" I drawled, my words laced with just a hint of sarcasm. "Well, let's not waste that precious time on flattery. We've got a night ahead of us, remember? Adventure awaits."

Tarnish's eyes sparkled with excitement as they eagerly nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right, my daring companion," they replied, their voice alive with anticipation. "Let's leave the realm of words and step into the realm of action. The night is ours to explore, to unravel its mysteries, and to forge memories that will last a lifetime."

With that, Tarnish took my hand and led me out into the city, the promise of adventure and mystery hanging thick in the air between us. As we made our way down the bustling streets, the night was alive with the sounds of car horns, music blaring from open windows, and the chatter of the crowds.

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Portrait Revamp 1

Hello party people! So yeah I have been gone for a long time.

My schedule have been hectic lately and school demanding most of my time. For now there's nothing much new in my IF's and I think I will be now focusing on releasing Chapter 2 of Royal Assets and a new makeover for my OC's here.

I didn't like the appearance of the old one so feast your eyes on this!

Presenting Dustin Wither, The Roaring Lion.

Left Before

Right After

So expect some Chapter 2 drop in the coming days and a whole looks or your favorite RO's

#dustin #makeover

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Chapter 3 Drop

Dropping by to say that Chap.3 is finally live and I'm sad to tell that Variel will die in this chapter, the reasons will be under the cut.

Sike! you really thought I will kill Variel? I'm not crazy enough and besides I can already smell the torches and pitchforks that is gathering on my Inbox lol.

Chapter 3 here

So here's what to expect.

1.Ball time

2.Pick your partner and have some time with them.

3.Customize your MC(Shocker right?)

4. Cameos and wall breaks(I love doing this type of things.

Also thank you for following me and supporting me.

Send me an ask if you want and SC bugs if you found one

Word Count: 219275 Codes Included

#demo update #One Of The Scenes Gives Me How To Train Your Dragon Vibes #RE:4 Still Hunts Me

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RO Poll For Chapter 2

Just dropping a poll to know which of the two has the most impact in your reading so that if the other is lacking then I will try my best to boost them on Chapter 3.

A song for you and also it applies to Lucas as well haha

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Chapter 2 Release.

Whassup. Just flying by to say that Chapter 2 is ready to play and read here.

What's new? Nothing much just me introducing these 2.

Meet Lucas and Clara

Have a little chat with them

Choices that will test your heart.

So I hope you enjoy and fell in love with these two.

I want to apologize if they are errors in the game due to I'm using my mousepad and keyboard shorcuts becacue my mouse broke.

Send me an ask if you have one and SC me the errors if you found one.

Word count as of now: 165960

#Demo #My Fingers Hurts 😂😂#Really Need To Buy A New Mouse

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Chapter 1 launch.

Heyo, just dropping to say that the Chapter 1 has dropped and you can play it here.

So what to expect?

A semi-clunky complete stat bar(still in the works) with a detailed explanation of the stats and scenario examples in them.

Ride through the forest, picking who will you accompany.

Pick your weapon and gain a little boost on two stats(Don't worry there will more time in the future to train)

And more.

Also I want to thank @apollo-gate for helping me code my story, you should check their story, the RO's a plenty and each single one of them are wonderful. My advice date the one with huge and multiple red flags in them ;)

If you found bugs or errors SC them and I will try my best to fix it ASAP. Plus send me an ask if you have one :)

Word count with codes included: 124820

#Demo Drop

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Sacrifices And Risk Have To Be Made For The Sake Of The Mission.

Characters: Luna and MC

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt [#FFF199 DIDN'T MEAN IT]

TW:Swears

WC: 1013

(Luna’s POV)

The armory is oppressively dark, the only light provided by the flickering torches that line the walls. In a state of heightened alertness you prepare for your upcoming mission, instinctively knowing you might not return alive.

You gathered your knives and tucked them into every secret crevice of your body; sleeves, boots, waistband, any place where it can be hidden from sight. Seizing your blow-dart you check it for clogs before stuffing it into a sash. Mixing together a deadly concoction of poisons - both lethal and non-lethal - you dip each dart with precision before nestling them carefully down inside a sash at your side.

Finally, with a grip of iron you take up your dual sword and give it a few swings to test its weight and balance. You meticulously polish and sharpen the blade until it gleams in the low torchlight, turning the metal into a razor that could slice through even the thickest armor.

You slammed the map on the table, inspecting each detail and red line drawn on it. Conrad and Serena's plan was laid out in front of you but you had already formulated a plan of your own; analyzing any possible windows you could access or any blind spots you could exploit.

You heard the door open and saw MC’s head peeking in. Before you could say a word, MC strode towards you bearing a plate of pie. “Hello there moonpie, just dropping this off and I hope we can talk,” they said meekly.

You gestured for them to sit beside you at the table and reluctantly accepted the plate from their hands before sinking into your seat. You took a bite of the pie, savoring its sweet flavors before focusing on MC. “So you volunteered for the mission…” they said nervously.

Yes, the mission--where you would infiltrate the stronghold alone while the team acted as a distraction. Your plan was risky but this was one of your best chances to succeed; no matter what happens, you won't let it slip by.

MC is waiting for your reply and you just eat your pie in silence.

“Luna, don't do this!” they plead desperately.

You were about to take a bite and that's when you felt your appetite vanish, you couldn’t muster the strength to deal with any more of this drama.

So you stood up and whipped around with anger.

“I'm not going to change my mind MC!” you seethed through gritted teeth, storming towards your workbench.

Then suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back.

“Please Luna, don't throw away our friendship, our relationship and all those who care about you!” MC pleads, their voice shaking as tears welled up in their eyes.

As they desperately grasp for your shoulder, you pull it back with a force and scream, “ENOUGH!” You feel yourself crumbling inside, but maintain a hardened exterior. MC looks on in shock as you push them away with all your might. With tears streaming down their face they cry out to you, “Please Moonpie I care for you!” Yet all that comes out of your mouth is an icy cold “I DON’T!” Your words echo into nothingness like thunder before the rain and push them away with such force that it throws them off balance.

You watch MC try desperately to hold back their tears, yet the torrent of emotion is too strong and tears started cascade down their cheeks. You fight the urge to embrace them, standing firm with your rejection.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” you thunder, pushing MC away with all your might as they stagger backwards in shock. You see them crumble to the ground, trying to regain their footing but struggling against a force stronger than themselves. Your arm instinctively stretches out towards them, yearning to offer them aid, but you know that it is not what your heart desires.

In spite of everything, they manage to find their footing again and desperately plead with you "Please go back to me Luna and I forgive the words you said just come back to me!" A heartbreaking plea that cracks in their throat before they turn away from you forever.

Eventually MC manages to hurl themselves off the floor and take a few faltering steps towards the door. Turning one last time towards you, they plead for forgiveness in a voice broken by sorrow. Ignoring the tugging at your soul, you remain resolute.

“I love you, my moonpie,” they whisper through desperate sobs as they leave forever, their final words resonating within you like a wound that will never heal. . Your body starts to shake uncontrollably as anguish racks your entire being. You want to shrill out loud "It hurts! It fucking hurts!" But you realize that no amount of yelling will be enough to make MC stay with you.

The emotion overwhelms you as realizations come crashing like waves - how fragile it feels when emotions are unhindered and unprotected; how much pain it brings when someone sees your vulnerability; how badly you failed your Mother that night, the night that hunts you the most – the night where your heart died.

With gritted teeth and tightly shut eyes, you fight the urge to shed a tear. You clench your fists, feeling the fire in your veins that is ready to unleash its fury. You are no longer that timid little girl; you will do whatever it takes to protect those whom you care deeply for - this time, nothing and no one will stand in your way.

“ENOUGH!!” A feral roar escapes from you; if death comes calling, you will accept it without hesitation. Your life was given up a long time ago and you'll be damned if you let something like that repeat itself again.

“I love you too, MC,” you say, voice filled with determination. “Please understand why I must do this!” With a determined grip on your weapon of choice, you set off once more on your mission, determined to make it succeed, no matter the cost.

Have a sad song to complete this story :)

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Welcome To Silent Hill

Characters: Nick, Cedric, Tom, Alexa, Travis

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial's prompt [#FFF198 WHAT COMES NEXT]

TW: Alcohol, Swears, Dark wordings, etc.

WC: 2276

As I pushed the heavy wooden door of the pub, the sound of clinking glasses and boisterous laughter filled my ears. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and I could barely make out the faces of the people inside through the haze. A group of rowdy patrons were playing pool in the corner, their shouts and cheers drowning out any conversation. At the far end, a few men were huddled around a dartboard, their intense focus contrasting sharply with the chaotic scene around them.

Chase, the owner of the pub, welcomed us with a broad grin and a gesture towards the bar. "Drinks on me!" he bellowed over the din.

Without hesitation, my friend Alexa yelled out her order. "Ale!" she hollered, her voice barely audible above the noise. Tom, another friend, was quick to follow. "Whiskey!" he roared, slamming his fist down on the table.

I hesitated for a moment, surveying the scene around me. The frenzy of activity, the stench of alcohol, the wild-eyed patrons lost in their revelry…it all made me uneasy. But then again, I was here to forget, to drown out the world and its problems. I took a deep breath and shouted my own order above the din. "Apple juice!"

We searched for a vacant table amidst the chaos of the pub, our footsteps muffled by the raucous laughter and clinking glasses. Finally, we spotted one in a dimly lit corner and made our way towards it.

As we settled down and began to chat, Alexa brought up the next town on our itinerary. "So, only one more stop before we reach our destination, huh?" she remarked, taking a deep swig of her ale.

Tom pulled out a crumpled map and spread it out on the table, his finger tracing the route we had taken so far. "Silent Hill," he murmured, the name dripping with foreboding.

Nick chuckled nervously. "That sounds kind of ominous, doesn't it?"

But our laughter was short-lived. A scratchy voice spoke up from behind us, making us all jump. We turned to face a man seated at the next table, his face obscured by shadows.

"Don't laugh," he rasped, his words laced with bitterness and malice.

"And who are you?" I asked, eyeing the man warily.

"Travis Grady," he replied, still refusing to turn his chair and face us directly.

"Hi, I'm Cedrick and these are my firends, Tom, Alexa and Nick!" I introduce my friends.

As I introduced my friends to Travis, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something off about this man, something that made me instinctively want to keep my distance.

Travis finally turned his chair around to look at us and seemed to sense our hesitation, and his eyes flickered with a dark intensity. "I suggest you don't continue your route and find an alternative," he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tom scoffed at the suggestion. "But that's the fastest route to our destination!" he protested.

Travis leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "You don't understand," he hissed. "There are things in Silent Hill…things that shouldn't be disturbed. If you value your lives, you'll turn back now."

"Such as?"Alexa ask skeptically.

"Nightmares, hellish monsters that roamonthe streets!" Travis shouts.

Alexa raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by Travis's words. "Nightmares? Hellish monsters roaming the streets?" she scoffed. "That sounds like something straight out of a horror movie."

Travis's eyes narrowed, his voice growing more intense. "Believe what you want," he growled. "But mark my words: if you continue on this path, you'll regret it. There are things in Silent Hill that no human should ever have to see."

Chase the pub owner came and apporached Travis. "Travis don't tell me you're telling ghost stories again?" Nick ask and crossing his arms.

Travis stood up to meet him, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "These are not stories, Chase," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "I'm trying to save these kids' lives."

Chase raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Travis's dramatics. "Save their lives from what?" he asked skeptically. "Ghosts? Demons?"

Travis shook his head, his eyes darkening with a haunted intensity. "From the darkness," he whispered. "From the evil that lurks within us all. You think you know the world, Chase, but you have no idea…no idea what kind of monsters are out there."

Chase's eyes narrowed at Travis's words, and I could sense a tension building between the two men. "Save their lives?" Chase echoed, his voice laced with skepticism. "And just how do you plan on doing that?"

Travis didn't back down, his gaze steady as he replied, "By warning them of the dangers that lurks in Silent Hill. By making sure they understand what they're getting themselves into."

"Excuse me but have you been to Silent Hill!" I can't help but ask Travis surely a man hell bent on trying to change the mind of 4 teenagers might have experience it.

Travis's gaze flicked towards me, and I could sense a weariness in his eyes. "I have," he replied, his voice low and haunted. "And believe me, it's not a place you want to be."

As he spoke, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. There was something in his tone, something that hinted at a darkness beyond my comprehension. And yet, even in the face of all this horror, I found myself unable to look away.

"The things I've seen in Silent Hill…" Travis trailed off, his voice trailing away into a haunted whisper. "They'll stay with me forever."

Travis shake his head and grab his cap on the table. "I'm leaving and you 4 if you're still dead set on your journey don't tell I didn't warn yah!" he says.

There was a grim determination etched upon his face, a sense of purpose that brooked no argument.

"Listen to me carefully," he began, his voice low and urgent. "If you're dead set on your journey, you need to be aware of the signs. The first will be a little girl in a tattered dress, her eyes filled with an otherworldly light. And if you see her, you need to run. Run as fast as you can and never look back."

"And if you're driving a car," Travis continued, "be warned. The engine will stall, the wheels will spin uselessly, and a thick fog will roll in. A fog that will swallow you whole, that will drag you down into the depths of Silent Hill and never let you go."

Travis' words hung heavily in the air, sending shivers down our spines. Despite the noise in the pub had it seems that everything fade into black and the world fallen silent, we could hear the sound of our own breathing as Travis made his way to the exit.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to face us. His eyes had grown darker, his features more ominous.

"Just remember," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Silent Hill isn't just a place. It's a manifestation of our deepest fears, our darkest desires. It preys on the human psyche, twisting and warping reality until you can't tell what's real anymore. And once it has you, it won't let go."

"That's creepy!" Alexa says and swirling her ale in its glass.

"I apologize for Travis,he had a rough childhood!" Chase says in a regretful tone.

What happened to him?" I ask curious, to what can cause a man to be fearful of a town.

Chase's voice was low and somber as he spoke of Travis's tragic past. "Travis's mother was always a bit odd, but one day she snapped. She started seeing things, hearing voices that weren't there. And when she couldn't take it anymore, she locked Travis in the house and set it on fire. He barely escaped with his life, but his mother was sent to an asylum where she spent the rest of her days."

Tom let out a low whistle. "That's messed up."

"And if that wasn't enough," Chase continued, "Travis's father couldn't handle the guilt of what happened and took his own life. Travis was left all alone, with nothing but the memories of that fateful day.

Chase's voice drops to a hushed tone as he leans in closer. "But that's not the worst of it. After his trip to Silent Hill, Travis was never the same. He became paranoid and unstable, convinced that the world was full of monsters lurking in the shadows. He would often talk to himself, muttering about a man with a pyramid for a head and a giant machete."

Chase lets out a low chuckle, his face bearing a trace of weariness. "Apologies for dampening the mood," he says,

The group nods in agreement, and Chase continues, " Also before you go, then let me offer you a second round on the house." His eyes flicker with a glimmer of warmth.

Tom declines the offer, aware of the long road ahead. "Thanks, but we need to stay sharp for the drive," he says, his voice carrying a hint of unease.

Chase nods understandingly. "Of course, safety first. Well then, if you need anything, I'll be behind the bar," he says, a faint smile on his lips. "And safe travels to you all."

As we exited the bar and stepped into the cool night air, a sense of unease settled over us. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound coming from our footsteps echoing against the pavement. Alexa's voice broke the silence, her words barely above a whisper. "I hope Travis is wrong…"

Tom scoffed at her remark. "Don't be ridiculous, there's no such thing as monsters," he declared as he climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Yeah, it would suck if that little girl was actually a ghost, seeking revenge on the living," Nick said, his voice low and ominous.

Nick's attempt to lighten the mood fell flat as we all sat in silence, the weight of Travis's words heavy on our minds. As we piled into the car, the atmosphere was tense, a feeling of unease settling over us like a thick fog.

Tom shifted the gear into reverse, and the car slowly backed out of the dimly lit parking lot. We drove in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional creak of leather seats.

The car cruised along the winding road, surrounded by dense forests that seemed to grow taller and darker by the minute. The only light came from the car's headlights, casting eerie shadows on the trees that seemed to move with every gust of wind. The silence was thick, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves or the hoot of an owl.

"So, Silent Hill, huh?" Tom broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I heard some pretty weird stuff about this place."

The group shifted uneasily in their seats, each lost in their own thoughts. Nick tried to lighten the mood once again. "Hey, at least we haven't seen any little girls in cute dresses, right?"

But Alexa was quick to shut him down. "Don't even joke about that, Nick. This place gives me the creeps."

As we were driving, the road became increasingly desolate, the trees surrounding us looking ominous and foreboding. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. Suddenly, I saw her. A little girl in a tattered, blood-stained dress, standing by the side of the road. My heart jumped into my throat as I pointed her out to the others.

"Fuck!" I shouted, my voice shaking with fear.

"What?" Tom asked, but before I could answer, the car started to sputter and jerk, finally coming to a halt.

"Don't joke like that, Tom!" Alexa's voice was rising in panic.

"I'm not joking!" Tom replied, his hands shaking as he tried to restart the car. But each time he turned the key, the car just coughed and died. We were stranded.

As the fog rolled in, it felt like an ominous presence, swallowing up the trees and everything in its path. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

"Lock your doors!" Tom's voice was laced with fear as he quickly locked his side of the car. We all scrambled to do the same, fumbling with the locks in a panic.

As I finally managed to lock my door, my eyes were drawn upwards to a sign looming in the fog. The words "Silent Hill" were emblazoned in big, white letters, sending a shiver down my spine.

The car's headlights illuminated the silhouette of a figure, its distorted shape coming into view. As it drew nearer, the cacophony of howls and screeches grew louder, echoing through the foggy night. The figure appeared to be a person, but something about it was off - its movements were erratic, almost inhuman. The voices we heard earlier seemed to be emanating from this creature, and they grew louder with every step it took.

As the creature approached, our fear turned to terror. We were sitting ducks, trapped in our car, with nowhere to run. The howling and screeching became deafening, as if the creature was trying to shatter our eardrums.

I looked around at my companions, their faces etched with fear and disbelief. We were all thinking the same thing: what the hell was happening? And more importantly, would we make it out alive?

#Finished The Game Again Yesterday On My Ancient PSP #Those Faceless Are Scary #Eat Some T.V Nurse #Pyramid Head My ChildHood Nemesis

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Just reblogging this:)

Writing Prompt: Inner Demons

So I played Sekiro yesterday and till now my mind is filled with samurai's and katanas lol.

I couldn't concentrate on my IF so I decided to write a snippet.

Also, if you're a writer or a reader you can use this as a prompt to your story or just write for fun but remember if you use it, just give me credit :)

I am standing beneath the towering bamboo trees, seeking refuge from the scorching sun. Despite the shade, the sun's rays still manage to sneak through, causing me to adjust my sedge hat for the third time. Sweat beads form on my forehead, and I can feel the sun's gaze burning down on me.

As I scan my surroundings, I can't help but feel as though the sun is taunting me, shifting its angle to intensify its fiery glare upon me. My skin feels as though it's on fire, and my throat is parched from the sweltering heat.

My hand instinctively reaches for the gourd hanging from my hip. With a quick flick of my wrist, I bring it to my lips and tilt my head back, allowing the cool, refreshing water to quench my parched throat. It's not the smooth, satisfying taste of sake, but it does the job. I'll have to find a proper bottle of sake once I pass through the next town.

With a deep breath, I take a step forward, my feet sinking into the dirt beneath me. The path ahead is uncertain, but I must remain focused and vigilant. As I walk, the sound of rustling leaves and chirping birds surround me, and I take solace in the peace and tranquility of nature.

As the sun reached its peak, a gust of wind swept through the Valley of Whispers, stirring the tall bamboo stalks into a synchronized dance. Their rustling whispers filled the air, resembling the soft murmur of human voices.

The forest earned its name not from its topography, but from the eerie sounds produced by the bamboo grove every noon. Locals believed that the whispers belonged to the spirits of fallen samurai, haunting the valley in search of peace.

I'm never been a supertitious lot but I can say that the whispers are starting to sound more clear as the minute pass by and if you listen close, you can even pinpoint a voice of a little girl.

But I dismiss the thought and focus on the read ahead, no use getting my imagination the best of me.

The wind begins to subside, but the whispers persist, accompanying me like a loyal ally. Suddenly, a blur of movement catches the corner of my eye. My instincts kick in, and I subtly adjust my hat, affording me a better view. My eyes dart to the source of the disturbance, and there, among the bamboo groves, I spot a shadow darting from cover to cover.

My senses are on high alert, and though my mind tells me that the stalking shadow is merely a trick of the forest, I know better. I have felt this sensation before, the feeling of being hunted like prey. Without hesitation, I raise my hand and grip the tsuba of my sword, ready to draw at a moment's notice.

As a ronin, I have traveled far and wide, never once straying from the teachings of my master. Even in death, his voice echoes in my mind, guiding me with his wisdom.

"Kenji, listen to me," he had said. "I will impart to you three rules that allowed me to live a long life as a samurai. First, remember that the sword is an extension of you, a part of your soul. Train it like a muscle, for if your blade is dull, you will surely die. Second, be calm of mind and hone your senses. In this world, there is no good or bad, only those who seek to kill you. And finally, never doubt your instincts, no matter how ridiculous they may seem."

As I draw my sword with lightning speed, my instincts take over. Three kunai knives come hurtling towards me, but I am ready. With the precision and grace of a master swordsman, I deflect them effortlessly, each strike ringing out like a bell.

As I turn to face my attacker, I catch a glimpse of their black shinobi garb, as dark as the night sky. It's as if they are swallowing up the light from the sun. I can feel my heart racing, but my training keeps me calm.

The figure is adorned with kunai knives strapped to their legs, and polished metal balls are hanging from their belt. But it is the mask they wear that truly sends chills down my spine. It is the mask of a red demon oni, its teeth sharp and pointed like daggers. It is a symbol of death and destruction, a warning to all those who cross their path.

I raise my voice, hoping to provoke the mysterious figure to speak. "So they sent an assassin!" I shout with conviction, my hand firmly grasping the hilt of my sword.

The stranger responds with a swift movement, shifting their sword to their left side and drawing a wakizashi from its scabbard. The small sword is like a little brother to the katana, and I can tell this is a skilled warrior.

But the stranger is not finished yet. With two swords in hand, they slowly raise their free hand to their mask. I hold my breath, knowing that revealing one's identity can be a fatal mistake in the world of assassins.

With a deft movement, the mask is removed, and my heart skips a beat. I am face to face with myself. We share the same nose, the same clean-shaven chin, and even the same eyebrows. The only difference is in their eyes, which seem to glow like red orbs, and their pale, almost lifeless skin.

"I have come to claim your soul, ronin!" the assassin growls, their red eyes glowing menacingly as they brandish their weapons.

My hand tightens around the hilt of my sword as I prepare for the fight of my life. This enemy may look like me, but they are not me. They are an assassin, sent to kill me.

But as I ready myself, I cannot help but feel a twinge of fear. This opponent is unlike any I have faced before. They know my every move, my every thought. How can I defeat them?

I close my eyes and bow my head, calling upon the wisdom of my master. "Guide my sword and offer me your wisdom once more," I pray silently.

With a deep breath, I open my eyes and charge forward, meeting the assassin's attack with a fierce clash of steel. The sound echoes through the forest as we exchange blows, each strike ringing out like a thunderclap.

As we fought, I could hear my master's voice in my mind, guiding me with every step. His teachings echoed in my heart, giving me the strength and skill to hold my own against my doppelganger.

"Kenji, remember that the sword is an extension of you," his voice whispered. "Let it flow like water, and strike with the force of a thunderbolt."

With a swift motion, I raise my sword and take a defensive stance, watching as the assassin approaches. Their movements are quick and precise, their two swords flashing through the air like deadly snakes. I can feel their eyes on me, their gaze burning into my skin like hot coals.

The sounds of our swords clashing echoed through the valley as I stood, face to face with my opponent. I was a ronin, a samurai without a master, and my enemy was a skilled warrior, trained in the art of swordsmanship.

With every clash of our blades, my enemy seemed to know my next move. It was as if they could predict my every thought, every action. But I had one advantage: I was not bound by the strict code of honor that governed the samurai.

As my enemy swung their sword towards me, I deftly parried the attack and raised my own weapon, striking them in the face with the handle. They staggered back, stunned, and I seized the opportunity to strike.

I sliced my sword across their midsection, and black blood spilled forth, sizzling in the bright sunlight. I pushed my blade into their stomach and dragged it across, watching as the blood disappeared in a puff of smoke.

But my victory was short-lived. Behind me, I heard the sound of laughter. "Is that all you've got, ronin?" my enemy taunted, rising to their feet.

I turned to face them, gripping my sword tightly. This battle was far from over, and I knew that my opponent was not to be underestimated.

#Sekiro #No Regret Playing The Game #Make Me Feel Like A Cool Samurai Everytime I dodge And Parry

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royal1asset-if · 1 year

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Just reblogging this :)

Well N expect some dragon love to come your way once again lol.

How Will I End This Story

So hello, I will use this post as a progress update as well and be dropping a post.

I'm still writing the dialogues and I'm slowly going to the train scene plus going bonkers on the codes and implementation of the stats bar but we will get there and finish this mark my words.

I got a 53k word count including Prologue and Codes at the moment and I can say it will still go up.

Now, onto the poll, I want to ask you guys what kind of story you would want N to tell you, so pick in the poll.

#Dragon's Edged #Poll #Need To Make Lucian More Charming😅

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royal1asset-if · 1 year

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Just rebloggin this :)

Six Sentence Sunday

I wanna thank @elshells for tagging me.

For those Variel thirsters out there 🔥🔥😉😉🐉🐉

Tagging with no pressure: @arigalefantasynovels, @bluejay-in-flight, @war-of-heirs and open tag.

Rules:

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt. (or a total of six sentences for the day)

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage!

Undaunted, you raise your hand and swipe at some imaginary dust on your clothes. "Well, you did say that fear adds flavor to life, did you not?" you retort, a sly grin stretching across your face.

"So, that's what you think of me! Danger!"

"For you darling, I think of you as a challenge!" you say and winking at her.

Variel rolls her eyes at your comment, clearly not impressed.

"Oh, really?" she says, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'm not one to shy away from a challenge."

#Tag Game #Dragon's Edged #writers in tumblr #writeblr #writers community

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royal1asset-if · 1 year

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Theme Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me @sarahlizziewrites :)

Also I want to apologize if I wasn't able to participate in these tag games due to I much active in my other blog.

Tagging with no pressure: @kanobarlowe, @adoriels-tears-if , @doriians and open tag