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tojifile · 10 months

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Dazai Osamu: The Protector

Pt. 2 Anything for you, mistress..

Genre: Romance & fluff // PM!Dazai x f!reader

⚠️: Sickly reader

A/N: I currently have 2 requests, currently working on them, feel free to request more since my reqs are still open.

INSPO: Dangerously Yours The Highwayman

LINKS: Masterlist

It's been a day since your birthday. It was a lovely moonlit night. Dazai watched you fondly as you slept. Once he made sure you were sleeping heavily he slept as well; on the chair that was right next to your bed.

Dazai had grown quite fond of you in the two days you've known each other. He liked the way you'd act differently to different people, the way your actions are graceful but some carry malice, the way your actions were easy to read but hard to trace; it was as if he'd been struck with an arrow and he wondered if you had been too.

The next day came, Dazai stood to wake you up gently but to his surprise you were already awake. You had a soft smile on your face as he looked down at you, he returned your soft smile and spoke "Good morning mistress. Would you like me to get anything started?" You slowly sit up on the bed "Good morning Dazai-kun, there's no need, thank you." You spoke softly.

You then looked at your arms then looked down at your body. "D- did you..?" You nervously asked, pertaining to your clothes and how they were different from the night before. Dazai chuckled at your reaction "No, not at all. I had asked the maids to change your clothes, mistress." He reassured you. "Ah! I apologize for jumping into conclusions!" Now you just felt even more embarassed.

"There's no need to apologize, mistress." He spoke with a comforting smile. Your cheeks got redder and you didn't know what to say. "Ah! Did I make you uncomfortable mistress?" He asked, full of concern "O- of course not." You replied, trying to reassure him but you just grew more nervous. After a minute of overthinking—you regained your composure and kept a soft smile on your face.

"Dazai-kun" you spoke, he tilted his head in confusion as he kept his gaze on you "How old are you? And when's your birthday?" You asked as you looked up at him. "I am seventeen years old and my birthday is on the nineteenth day of June." He replied. "Is that all you wanted to know, mistress?" He added. "Why would the Port Mafia send someone of your stature to become a bodyguard?" You asked curiously, you looked up at him with an innocent gleam in your eyes as if you were keeping facade.

"Ah! No more beating around the bush then huh? Mistress." He teased "Well, I was given to believe that Mori-san owed your father quite a lot of yen so he compensated in another manner. I was quite intrigued that your father would give up ¥1420360 ($10000) to find a bodyguard for his daughter. I wanted to know about the girl who was worth at least a million yen so I accepted when Mori-san told me about the situation." He explained.

"I didn't expect that.." You softly spoke as he raised an eyebrow. He held your chin and raised your head to meet his gaze. "What exactly did you expect, mistress?" He asked "I don't know.." you replied.

Dazai chuckled at your response "Mistress, would you like to have breakfast now?" Dazai broke the uncomfortable silence after his chuckle—you only nodded in response. Dazai helped you up from your bed, fixed the unkept area, and walked by your side.

"Thank you.." you shyly spoke "You're welcome mistress." He replied with a smile. You both then went down the stairs while he held your arm as you walked down.

"Good morning father!" You happily greeted your father as you reached the bottom of the stairs. "Good morning my dear!" Your father greeted with a hearty laugh "How are you my little princess?" Your father asked as he cupped your face like a baby.

"I'm okay!" You said with a big smile on your face "That's great my dear, now I'll be gone for a few days, I'll be flying over to the states. Be a good girl while I'm gone, okay?" You nodded happily, your father let your cheeks go then patted your head. He then told you to go to the dining area but asked Dazai to stay behind.

"Dazai." Your father spoke with a serious tone then he smiled happily "Ah! Thank you so much for taking care of my little princess!" Your father dramatically exclaimed as he hugged Dazai tightly. "Y- you're welcome sir" Dazai tried to speak.

Your father then let go of Dazai "Please take care of her while I'm gone. She'll be having a couple of photoshoots this week, today is a bit uneventful but I'm sure you will both have a great day." Your father spoke with a smile.

Your father and Dazai went over to the dining area "Goodbye my dear!" he exclaimed dramatically as if he was going to be gone for a whole year; you chuckled and said goodbye then your father went on his way. Dazai then sat next to you, waiting for you to finish eating.

"Dazai-kun, why aren't you eating again?" you asked, again, feeling concerned "Ah! I'm sorry for worrying you mistress. I was just too busy admiring your beauty." He teased, you turned red; you looked away immediately while Dazai chuckled in response.

Dazai started to eat while you kept his gaze away from him. Your actions didn't go unnoticed by Dazai but he didn't call it out, he just kept his thoughts to himself.

As you both finished eating he spoke "Mistress.. would you like to have a shower now?" You nodded in response, you stood up and went upstairs to your room, Dazai followed behind you, holding your arm as you walked.

You picked out the perfect outfit for a day out in the garden. You had planned to spend a leisurely day outside in the courtyard. "Dazai-kun, shouldn't you take a shower too?" You asked "After you, mistress." he replied with a soft smile on his face.

After you took your shower Dazai left you with your maids and butlers so he can freshen up on his own. He showered then put on a new suit and tie. He then went downstairs to watch over you once again.

"Mistress, I'm finished. What would you like to do today?" Dazai spoke as he approached you. You turned around to meet his gaze, cheeks reddening as you looked at him. Your tinted cheeks didn't go unnoticed by Dazai nor by anyone in the room.

"Mistress? Are you alright?!" "Ah! Mistress you're all red! Do you feel hot?!" "Should we fetch you a towel?! Are you fine mistress?!" The maids exclaimed all at once as you struggled to speak. "Y- Yes! quite alright!" You exclaimed as you snapped back into reality. You covered your face with your hands as your cheeks reddened more and more.

Dazai walked closer, right in front of you. He gently held your wrists and removed your hands from your face. "Mistress.. you shouldn't hide your pretty face.." He spoke softly, your head instinctively looked up to meet his gaze. You didn't know how to react, you were ultimately speechless.

Your body was trembling and you had felt a sensation that you've never felt before. Your heart was beating faster than its normal pace and your cheeks were more than slightly tinted. Dazai chuckled, enjoying the reaction he was getting from you.

"Have you decided on what you wanted to do mistress?" Dazai asked; a soft smile written on his face as he closed his eyes. He held your cheek gently; your faces almost touching, one small move and you could be kissing.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts before he could make another remark "Y- yes.. I'd like to spend the day in the courtyard.." you softly spoke. Dazai smiled as he kept his hand on your cheek.

You looked away from him. Dazai chuckled at your reaction, he removed his hand from your cheek "After you, mistress" he softly spoke as he gestured you outside.

Without a word you walked to the courtyard, the both were quite far from the main mansion. You sat on the bench, just mesmerized by the flower beds and greenery. "Mistress, may I sit next to you?" Dazai asked politely, you felt flustered but only nodded in response to keep your composure.

Dazai sat next to you on the bench you then laid your head on Dazai's shoulder. He smiled at your cute action so in response he placed his head on top of yours. You wanted to see how he would react to your actions. You felt foolish, having some kind of attraction to someone that you've only known for two days.

"Sae-san— you called out to one of your maids who was also in the courtyard —can you please get my sketchbook and pencil? It's all in my room." You spoke politely, Sae bowed politely "Of course, mistress."

After a few minutes Sae came with the items you asked for "Thank you Sae-san." You spoke with a soft smile on your face as you gently took the sketchbook and pencil.

"Dazai-kun.. would you mind sitting by the fountain?" Without another word Dazai nodded and walked up to the fountain and sat by the rim "Is this alright mistress?" you nodded in response with a soft smile on your face. The sky began to look a bit cloudy but you didn't mind the breeze.

You started to make a sketch of Dazai sitting by the fountain. Every little detail from the way his hair was guided by the wind to the way he propped his chin on the palm of his hand with a soft smile on his face everytime you'd peak at him from your sketchbook.

After a while it started drizzling. Dazai immediately ran to you and picked you up. He ran to the mansion with you in his arms, you held your pencil and sketchbook tightly as he ran.

Not long after, Dazai got to the mansion, you were both soaking wet. You were shivering in Dazai's arms, when the maids saw Dazai enter the back door with you in his arms they immediately ran to get towels. You nuzzled your head onto Dazai's chest trying to warm yourself up; in return Dazai held you closer to him.

"Oh mistress.." Dazai spoke as he held you close. The maids tried to pick you up from Dazai's arms but you held onto his coat tightly. "Warm.." you softly spoke in his arms. "Mistress.. please let them dry you.." Dazai pleaded quietly, you only shook your head in response; nuzzling yourself onto his chest once again.

Dazai sighed, he brought you upstairs and tried to sit you down in your tub but to no avail; your grasp on his coat was tight. "Mistress please.. if you refuse a warm bath you might get sick.." he held you tightly as he softly spoke.

You gently removed your grasp from his coat he then put you inside the tub and turned on the warm water; making sure it's the right temperature. Dazai called the maids then he left after he made sure that you would be fine.

You sat in the bath in silence as the maids waited for you to finish. After an hour you dried yourself gently while the maids helped you dress up in a warm outfit then combed and brushed your hair.

Dazai was silently waiting outside the door of the bathroom then after a few minutes more you came out. Dazai had dried himself and was now in a different suit. Dazai immediately picked you up and put you in your bed, he had requested the maid to make you tea and noodles, a classic rainy day treat.

He sat on the edge of your bed, looking at you worriedly. A few minutes later Sae came to your room holding a tray with tea and noodles.

Sae put the tray over you, bowed politely then went out. You drank the tea slowly while Dazai fed you the noodles. You happily complied "Do you feel okay mistress?"

You nodded softly in response you felt a little tired and light-headed but it was manageable. It was impossible to hide anything from Dazai, he held the back of his hand to your forehead—you definitely had a fever.

"I'm so sorry mistress.." he spoke as he caressed your face. "There's nothing to be sorry about Dazai-kun.." Dazai smiled softly at your response. He fed you and took care of you until you were finished with your meal.

After you finished your meal he put the tray down and tucked you in. You weakly held your hand out to meet his, your eyes were barely open "Thank you Dazai-kun.." you tiredly spoke "Anything for you, mistress.." he replied as you shut your eyes; falling asleep peacefully.

Spontaneous post: 06/24/23 16:50PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bungo stray dogs #pm!dazai x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x f!reader #pm!dazai x f!reader

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ramblingmoon · 1 month

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Per'Kele × Pocketcat, but they're in divorce

Thank you. May you get 10000 points of mind .

The cold mahogany conference table had on it the despair of Pocketcat. A stack of papers to divide up their property. The stark white of the paper clashed against the glossy finish of the mahogany.

The lawyer rattled on about we gets what and what the finalization would mean for each other then. Lawyer talk. But Pocketcat was really listening, he just felt so much pain. Their words being inaudible sounds. Every part of him ached. If it wasn't for the mask they could see the dark circles under his eyes.

One sad kitty.

Pocketcat dared to glance over to his future ex husband. Per'kele sat there with a coldness uncharacteristic of him. There was not playful violence in his demeanor, no seemingly laughing at his own joke. He just sat there with his arms folded and just stared forward.

Pocketcat had to look away even more heartbroken. It was his fault that his love was like this. He had broken the rooster's heart into a million pieces after he had mended it so artfully.

The lawyer finish his spiel as he indicated that it was time to sign the divorce papers. The speed of which Per'kele sign and left tore more holes into Pocketcat's already broken heart. His gloved hand traced the over Per'kele signature. Those loopy letters he use to write love letters to Pocketcat now only hung him.

He couldn't watch himself as he himself sign the papers. Eyes closed tight, he scratch his own signature on his tomb. He had missed the dotted line but close enough.

Per’kele was the first to get up and leave. As he left, Pocketcat could have sworn he saw a single tear trickle way shinning in the fluorescent lights.

This left Pocketcat stun. He didn't know what this meant for a moment or two. He just stayed there too much in his pain to realize what this means.

If that Rooster, that had his heart, was crying that meant he was sad. And if he was sad at the divorce proceedings then that must mean…

Oh my Rher!

Pocketcat jumped out of his chair, leaving it on the floor. He pounced out of the room trying to catch up to his only shot at happiness.

Per'kele was already half way down the stone steps of the courthouse when Pocketcat came bursting through the front door. He was too close to his get away car.

“Rooster!” Pocketcat yelled.

Per'kele turned towards him. Ice in those eyes, that wasn't how they where suppose to be. Like maybe bloodlust but not coldness towards him, Pocketcat.

“Look I know I've hurt you and I don't even deserve to even have a chance to speak with you.” Pocketcat started making his way down the stairs. Per'kele's eyes watching all the time.

“I've hurt you in so many ways that, I’m downing in my own guilt. But if you give me the chance, the chance I'll prove to you…”

Pocketcat was now on the same step as Per'kele. He got down on one knee and Per'kele raised an eyebrow.

“I promise you that I will spend the rest of this immortal making up for my mistakes.”

Per'kele only stared down at this cat. Pocketcat thought for a moment that this was mistake and he had really lost the best thing in his life.

“Do you promise to stop eating children everyday?” Per'kele finally said.

“Yes, a million times yes if that is what it takes to get you back!” Pocketcat lied.

Per'kele, his rooster, get teary eyes before sobbing. He had been holding it all together for so long and just let himself fall into Pocketcat's arms. They embraced and kissed. They where back together again, baby!

Needle, who was standing by the car just looked annoyed. He was so looking forward not having to deal with the damn purple cat anymore and buying underwear that wasn't purple.

Stitches thought it was very sweet as she always liked romance novels.

The Lawyer cried in exasperation as this was the 5th time this year they had gotten a divorce and it was only March!

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #funger #per'kele #fear and hunger pocketcat #doomed yaoi #per'pocket #opt #that good shit #tw child eating #tw pocketca

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fake-married-my-dead-fiance · 6 months

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I'm going to rant about Destined with You again, sorry. They needed to do a better job making the kiss/hugs scenes less awkward because it's not just that Rowoon is way too tall! Other shows have done better things.

In The King's Affection, the height gap between the mains is not quite as bad (I think? I don't know the exact heights of all these people), but I love this moment when Park Eun-bin just pushes Rowoon onto a bench so she can look down on him, because he's usually taller than her and then she kisses him while standing, which does not look awkward or uncomfortable:

But in general in that show it never looked awkward even though he's clearly taller than her.

In Extraordinary You, the height gap is huge, but they usually put Kim Hye-yoon on stairs, or on a box, or they sit down. And they manage to kiss without looking like one of them can't reach (they do show that she's on her tip toes):

But in Destined with You, it always looked so awkward. Like he was reaching way down to get to Jo Bo-ah. And I'm not sure if they did it on purpose or what but as a tall person myself it made me cringe. Like he's going to marry this woman and then have spinal issues for the rest of his life! They kind of made it better at the end but honestly... it was so bad!

Maybe it's the camera angles? But it's supposed to be like romantic but all I can think is, "YOUR BACK! YOUR BACK IS DYING!" Also, he's clearly strong enough to lift her up, which would be like 10000% less painful.

Anyway, do better Kdramas. I want to focus on romance and not think about injured spines.

#destined with you #extraordinary you #the king's affection #push him down!#put her on a box!#so many solutions #if they are going to insist on super tall men and pocket sized women they need to make it look natural #do better by giraffe men #rowoon

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beardedjoel · 17 days

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Hi, don’t know if you take requests, but I just found out that my husband’s been cheating on me our whole 7 year relationship with multiple women and had an affair for the last 6 years, texting her while I was giving birth to our son. I’d love to read something about revenge or something about another man (Joel lol) healing me and being really nice to me, cause I could never do that in real life and I need something 😩

anon, my heart is going out to you soooo so much right now! that's just awful and words can't express how sorry i am that you're going through all of this. i hope you know that you without a doubt 10000% deserve better and everything good from a partner, someone who cherishes you like you deserve. i’m sorry i took a while to respond to this, but i wanted to write a little something for you. and if anyone has any further recs for those requests anon mentioned please drop them!

it’s not much, but it’s just straight up softness and goodness from joel, i hope it makes you feel even a fraction better ❤️ please reach out to me if you want or need to talk!

reassurance

word count: 778

summary: a tiny sweet moment of validation and love from joel after your anxiety takes over. pure fluff 💛

You hear him before you feel him, attempting to be quiet coming up the stairs to not wake you one second before he wants to. But you’d already been tossing and turning, replaying the previous night in your head, the anxiety that kept flaring up every time you tried to recall the words that started the argument in the first place and coming up short.

You’re steeling yourself for heartbreak and you don’t know why. Joel has never been one to threaten leaving you, to act like he was about to give up on you. It had been a stupid argument about dishes - something so benign, so remotely not worth either of your time, and yet you worried. That this was the end, the second things get hard or they lose interest in you. You’ve been hurt too many times before to not take that well known pathway in your mind and start spiraling.

Your eyes are still closed when you feel the flutter of his lips on your cheek, as gentle as he can be with all the glorious scruff he has on his chin and cheeks.

Your eyes slowly open, and you know they look sad, worried, tired from a lack of sleep. You’d settled the argument well enough, both of you seeming to laugh it off in the moment, but the dark hours of the night had sent your fear biting at you again.

“What’s this, baby? Why the face?” Joel asks, seeming shocked to find you anything other than smiling up at him as you do most mornings.

You instantly tear up, unable to help it after hours of fussing, a carousel of negativity turning through your mind. Your head shakes and you turn it away, trying to blink away the wetness pooling under your eyes.

“Baby? Oh, come here…” he coos, laying down next to you and wrapping you in his arms. It’s warm, comforting, smelling just as he always does - home. “Is it about last night? Honey you know I moved on from it right after, no hard feelings,” he explains, seeming to start understanding your lingering anxiety.

“I- it’s just so stupid -“ you start, trying not to completely breakdown.

“Now you know we don’t say that word about ourselves around here, yeah?” Joel reminds you, a promise you’d made to him to not be so hard on yourself.

You sniffle, nodding and finally turning your head towards him. “Just… feels silly to ask b-but…” You let out a tiny sob, all the pent up emotion finally breaking through. “Do you love me still? Do you - do you want to be with me?”

Joel sighs, a compassionate sound of sympathy that makes you cry harder. His hand is on your cheek, making sure you keep looking right into his eyes, so sincere and full of care for you.

“I love you so much it’s fuckin’ crazy. And I know you get in your head ‘bout things, but angel, you’re my everythin’, an’ I hope you don’t ever question my love for you, yeah?”

You give him a watery smile, the validation like a balm to your soul. Sometimes all you need when your mind starts to play tricks on you is for Joel to bring you back down to earth. “Yeah… y-you’re right…” you nod as he wipes some of the tears off your cheeks. “I love you, too. I’m sorry…”

“No sorrys, you did the right thing by askin’ if that’s what you needed. Only wish you’d have asked me sooner if you were so worked up.” He shakes his head a little, wishing he’d known somehow, been able to comfort you as soon as you needed it. It makes your heart swell a little at how much he cares, how badly he’d wanted to help you when you hadn’t always been offered that in your past. Rough around the edges, but always a big softie at heart - that was the Joel Miller you fell in love with. “Promise me… next time you’ll do it, mkay? Even if you gotta wake me up in the middle ‘f the night to ask. I wanna be there for you, baby.”

Your smile grows, the tears slowly subsiding as you snuggle into his warmth. How you got so lucky to have someone so patient, kind, and understanding is beyond you a lot of the time. There have been days you wondered if you deserved love like this, or questioned if it would ever come along. But here in Joel’s embrace, the sunny morning spilling in through the windows, a hand running through his bedhead, you find that you don’t wonder at all.

“I promise.”

#ask #drabble

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donnetellotheturtle · 2 months

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Wings

Chapter 2

“Its your house. You get it.” Nuru said after a long moment.

Hugo glared. Then the doorbell rang again.

Varian swallowed hard, unable to move. Hugo took a deep breath. “Hide feathers. I’ll take care of this.”

“But-“ He was being gently pushed by Nuru towards a door. A basement, if he had to guess. She opened the door and, confirming the feeling, it led to a set of stairs. Nuru pulled Varian down them. It was freezing down there. Varian immediately started to shiver.

Hugo swallowed hard as the doorbell rang for a third time. He opened the door.

Standing there, was Yong. Crap. He forgot he was supposed to tutor the teen today. And his mom dropped him off early. He looked at the clock. 11:00. Usually he didn’t come until 12.

“Hey Hugo!” Yong grinned, coming in.

“Yong I can’t-“

“My mom said that there was a huge bird out this morning! There were these guys passing out flyers! It looked super cool! Maybe we can go look for then instead of tutoring today!”

“No we cant.”

Yong pouted. “I wont tell my mom if you don’t.”

Hugo pushed his glasses up on his nose. He was too tired for this. “Yong…”

“….I saw something in the window earlier.”

Ah. Yong was watching them. Why was he not surprised?

“What did you see?”

“…A huge wing.” Yong looked at him with those intelligent, kind eyes. The teen truly meant no harm. He was just curious. “…I thought it was fake. Then it moved.”

Hugo sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“I wont! I promise!” Yong gripped his schoolbag.

“Do you have one of those flyers?”

The teen nodded, and pulled his schoolbag, and gave it over to Hugo.

It was definitely Varian. Though blurry, he could see the boys teal streak in his hair. The flyer was offering up 10000 dollars for whoever caught him. That…that wasn’t a good sign. Yong must have seen the grim look on his face, cause he hugged Hugos waist.

Hugo hugged back, then pulled away.

“Is the person in this picture okay?” Yong asked.

Hugo sighed. “Not exactly…he’s skittish and scared. He doesn’t trust us, really and I can’t say I blame him…not many people would pass up a prize like this.”

Yong bit his lip. “…Are you going to give him up?”

Hugo thought about it for a moment. The prize was good money but…the look on Varian’s face…that look when he first woke up this morning. It haunted him.

“No.”

Yong smiled, relived. “Good.”

Hugo chuckled. He knew what Donella and Cyrus would do in this situation and it filled his stomach with dread. He had to get Varian out of this house, away from dangerous eyes.

“So, what are you going to do?” Yong asked.

“I don’t know…I really don’t.” Hugo sighed.

“Can I…can I meet him?”

Hugo looked at the teen giving him puppy eyes. Then sighed. “I’ll see if he’s up for it.”

“Yong’s here…he was the one watching us earlier.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

“He knows about Varian.”

There was a short pause in the conversation.

“He doesn’t mean any harm. Though he does want to meet Varian…”

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

“maybe run it by him? There’s also something else we need to discuss. There’s this flyer….with a 10000 dollar prize for Varian.”

“…Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“you’re not…thinking about it are you?”

“Of course not! I mean I did for a second…”

“Hugo.”

“I’m not going to take it.”

“…let’s not tell him about the flyers just yet. Might make him bolt. I’d rather not chase after him in the snow.”

“Agreed. About Yong?”

“Right. I’ll ask.”

Hugo turned to Yong quickly. “Could you hide that flyer? We don’t want to freak him out.”

Yong nodded and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

“Varian said its okay, but he wants to make sure it’s not a trap.”

Hugo thought about how to make him more comfortable. He wasn’t sure.

“What would make him the most comfortable?”

A short pause.

“Giving him a lot of space, but everyone in view.”

“Got it.”

Hugo gently pulled Yong away from the door, and waited. A minute later, Nuru led the way in and Varian followed.

“Woah…” Yong whispered. “Cool!”

Varian stared at the shorter boy nervously.

“Can you fly? How fast can you go? Have you ever flown as high as an airplane? Where did you come from?”

Yong was bouncing on his heels. Varian calmed down a little seeing the teens excitement.

“Uh…yeah, usually. Not right now cause of the splint but I can go pretty fast. I’ve never measured it though. I’ve flown higher than airplanes actually. It's really cold up there. I came from…Corona.”

All three of them turned to Varian.

“Corona?” Nuru questioned. “Where’s that?”

Varian bit his lip. “An island in the sky…”

“Cool!!!” Yong came up to Varian. “I’m yong!” He held out a hand.

“Uh, Varian.” Varian took it slowly.

Yong shook it excitedly.

“Feathers, if you’re from an island in the sky, how did you get down here?” Hugo asked.

Varian tensed. “I um…I….”

Nuru frowned, putting a hand on Hugos shoulder. “Questions for another time, Hue.”

“Right. Sorry.”

Varian smiled a bit in relief. Hugo bit his cheek. The winged boy reminded him of himself just after he was adopted by Donella. Jumpy and scared and ready to run at a moments notice if something went wrong. Ready to lie, cheat, steal, and betray at a moments notice if it meant he stayed alive.

Hugo shook those thoughts out of his head.

He watched as Yong asked questions to Varian.

“Whats Corona like?”

“Uh well…it’s a small kingdom. Ruled by queen Rapunzel after her parents retired.”

“Does she have wings too?”

“Yeah. Golden ones that are like 6 feet wide!”

Hugo smiled as Varian lit up in talking about his home.

“Woah!!”

“And my…my dad…” Varian faltered. “Oh my god…my dad.”

Hugo put a hand on Varians shoulder, squeezing it. “You okay?”

“I just…I haven’t thought about him in years…not since…”

Varian looked down, only for Yong to hug him. He looked at the teen. “It sounds like you miss him a lot.”

“I do…I really do. We lived out in old Corona together…a smaller island connected to the bigger one…I helped with the farm. He was the only one I had…no…no one there really understood me. At least he tried to.”

Hugo sighed. “We’re getting you home.”

“Huh?” Varian looked over to him.

“We’re going to get you home to your dad, Feathers.”

Varian all at once had hope, suspicion, fear, and excitement in his face. “…how?”

“I don’t know.” Hugo admitted. “But it’s better than staying here.”

Nuru nodded. “Youre one of us now, Varian.”

“O-One of you?”

Hugo grinned, wrapping an arm around Varian’s shoulders, careful of his bad wing. “Yeah angel. The dork patrol.”

Yong giggled. “That isn’t our team name!”

“You’re right! I nominate team flight control as our name.” Nuru said.

“Well I like the best friend squad!”

Hugo looked at Varian. “What do you think angel?”

Varian thought for a second. “….Team radical?”

“Yes!” The three called out, grinning. Varian chuckled.

Varian felt warmth in his stomach. Just a couple of hours and these two were already claiming Varian as one of their own. It felt, oddly calming. Varian couldn’t trust it though.

What if they wanted something? What if they learned about the money they would get for turning him in?

What if all of this was some dream his brain made up to help him cope with being in that awful place? One where he had friends and people he could trust.

“Angel.” Hugo was suddenly close to Varians face. It made the winged boys face heat up.

“Y-Yeah?”

“You can trust us. Okay?”

Varian bit his lip. “…You promise?”

Hugo took his hand. It made Varians face heat up more.

“I promise.”

Read this on A03!

#hugo vat7k #varian and the seven kingdoms #tangled varian #varian #vat7k #varigo #nuru vat7k #varian vat7k #vat7k fic

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What's an Eldritch Horror Experience Without the Tentacles?!? Season 3, Episodes 14

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 🎶 Call of Cthulhu Season Three Masterpost 🎶

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of Call of Cthulhu: Song and Dance scenario from the Tales of the Crescent City book. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

happy [UNITED STATES HOLIDAY] have a nice helping of [TENTACLES]!!!! the decent into creepy cult filled abandoned under the sea themed ride is going great ya'll,

ART CHANGES THIS SEASON!! @inkdemonapologist and I are collabing on all the art for these summery posts!! Shazz does lines, and I compose and colour the pieces.

While Bertrum (large ride forme) is busy cursing his employer very colourfully, Henry pulls Joey over to a table with the help of Jack and they start trying to look over him. Bendy is also trying to help, but he’s very dizzy and Joey has broken legs so it’s mostly just flailing. And ragdolling when he realizes that flailing isn’t helping. And panicking about Joey not talking. But does confirm that Joey is probably??? Alive???? He’s just quiet which is very scary in its own right.

Leon attempts to help Joey, but his legs are, uh, vERY BROKEN, and Leon is just a Regular Doctor tm. So he manages to help get them set and stuff but he can’t get Joey back to a walking state, obviously. Nobody could do that…… unless…….

Meanwhile, Prophet is playing carnival games! He found one hooked up to a weird door, so of course he’s just going to play them completely normally by climbing over the counter and going to poke the piece of scenery that’s not a target but seems to be shot an odd number of times with the gun instead of shooting it. Y’know, like a cheater would! It works though, and the weird door-mirror swings open to reveal a spiral staircase descending deeper into the ground, complete with a little bit of yellow mist.

Not wanting to give up on his New Year's resolution of “Don’t run off from the party at every chance you get,” Prophet pops his head back into the other room to insist the other Sheep come along with him, he’s found yellow mist rising from below.

Jack gives him A Look. We’re not sure what kind of look he’s giving, but he’s giving Prophet A Look. While hovering over a still passed out Joey.

Prophet goes over and puts a hand on Panicked Jack’s shoulder, an attempt at being reassuring… but he does still wish to continue.

Joey has started to wake up at this point, at least internally, though he’s not become fully conscious it doesn’t stop Bendy from feeding 10000 questions and bits of information into him all at once. He pushes all that to the side for mental processing later to ask Bendy if they’ve found the ritual yet and stopped Colette from being turned into an Angel Monster Thing??

Well…… Sammy wants to go do that at least! Enough to insist that standing around here isn’t important right now, we should be pressing onwards–

WHICH OF COURSE BERTRUM (big ride) ISN’T TOO HAPPY ABOUT THAT NOTION. YOU SAID YOU’D FIX HIM!!! He slams down one of his many arms right near Prophet and makes it known that nobody will be pressing forwards until someone starts trying to fix him.

Henry… asks Allison to start working on that, and she agrees to do so and gets to it.

Meanwhile, that slamming threat was enough to cause Prophet to decide it wasn’t worth it to try and tug the rest of them along, and he darts off back to the stairs he found earlier, alone.

He manages to sneak down the staircase just fine, despite it being kinda slippery, hearing more of that bothersome music and whispers as he descends. Eventually he reaches the bottom, where there’s another long hallway full of port holes containing old art works, all tattered and broken down as you might expect. Prophet keeps pushing forwards until he finds something actually interesting.

Bendy continues having one sided conversations with Joey, which gives the others enough information that Joey REALLY wants to stop the rituals ASAP, so Henry picks up Joey and starts carrying him towards where Prophet had run off to, others in tow, except for Allison who will stay behind to fix the Bertrums and keep them from throwing more tantrums and/or players. But when they discover the slippery, misty stairs, it becomes obvious that Carrying Joey is not going to end well for him, or the person who is carrying him. While Henry gets Joey laid down on one of the carnival game counters and tries to find a new way to proceed, Jack and Peter find another audio log and play it.

Of Course It’s Bertrum Talking Again.

He’s rambling about how they let his ride art get ruined by leaving it where there’s water and mold and some of them even look torn?? These paints were supposed to be resistant to water damage! RUDE.

… well Jack shoves that in his bag and goes to help out with the Joey issues. He mentions that he might have something he can do to help, which gets him some worried looks, (or… hmmm, it’s been oddly hard to read Henry’s expressions recently) but nobody there tries to stop him. He starts rummaging through all of Joey’s pockets (this is where I, Boo, lost it at the idea of Jack being like “yeah I can help” and then just looting the body and taking off) until he finds the ink that Joey’s been carrying for Bendy.

Without really explaining what he’s doing, Jack pours the ink onto Joey’s legs, his hand scars go all glowy, and the ink seeps itself into Joey and fixes his legs up good as new!! Wow!!

Joey is jolted the rest of the way awake by the terrible, weird, but at least not exactly painful!! Feeling of ink crawling into his body and shoving his bones back together in the most unreasonable way possible. So of course he wakes up clutching onto a terrified Jack, and making only non-worrying noises, eventually writhing around enough to manage to roll off the counter and onto the floor. But his legs are healed! They work just like they did before!! Just… at what cost?

Jack is instantly checking on him, relieved to see him awake but also he had no idea if this would work so uh,..... Did it work??

Joey starts to put together what happened, and asks if Jack healed him, upon getting confirmation, he tests out his legs… and then tells Jack to remind him to thank him later, and then immediately insists that they head down towards the ritual and stop it before it completes nO TIME FOR EXPLANATIONS OR HEART FELT REUNIONS LETS GO.

MEANWHILE, Prophet DOES feel this happening above, and as interesting as it is, he’s rather sure this means the group is doing just fine on their own and he’s free to keep pressing on. So he does. And manages to sneak past one of the band guards absolutely no problem?!? Prophet when did you become so sneaky!??! He continues onto another hallway, where he’s more focused on finding the ritual but is looking in rooms here and there along the way both for it and any other info he might need?? He finds a room with a big mirror in it, and someone is holding up a bowl to a small crack in it??? And there seems to be something shadowy within the mirror itself, the mist isn’t coming directly from it… but he sneaks closer just to try and see if he can understand this set-up even a little bit. It seems like they are… juicing the mirror for yellow ink?? Or at least a component of the yellow ink.

Joey attempts to slide down the railing of the stairs, finds that there is no railing to do a cartoonish slide down, and is luckily intervened by Jack while trying to judge the distance for a cartoon-jump. So they sneak down the stairs normally.

BUT once at the bottom, Joey charges ahead, having no idea how long he was out for! So they might already be out of time!! Everyone else stays a bit back, trying to be more sneaky in case Joey trips some kind of wire or other trap, ready to dive in to help him… but Henry gets distracted by the messed up artwork as Joey turns the corner. He pauses to look closer at it, only instead to get a gIANT TENTACLE SHOOTING FORWARDS THROUGH THE PORTHOLE.

Henry manages to dodge it, but when other tentacles start showing up it turns out that Henry is the ONLY one who managed to dodge it, and the other three boys are all grappled and being strangled against the walls.

Joey has noticed none of this and continues on, also managing to sneak by the guard in between and find the next hallway. Prophet has figured out that the mirror isn’t a full connection to Carcosa, but some kind of link still, unsure what breaking it might do to help them at this point?? At least, not sure enough that breaking it wouldn’t hurt to actually go forwards with it. He backs out into the hallway, looks around confusedly, starts wandering back towards the entrance before realizing that it’s possibly the wrong way. Luckily, Joey also is there now and able to help point him in the direction they want to be going. Bendy has noticed through the lapel pin Henry is still wearing that Some Things Are Going On and tries to inform Joey, but between knowing Henry is not actively captured and the Ritual is still going, Joey decides to press on instead of go back, especially because he’s not quite sure what he’d do against a tentacle monster anyways.

And also, he’s currently dying, he can literally feel it in his bones.

From the ritual.

So… he might not be able to do anything in time if he doesn’t stop that first...

Speaking of the ritual, everyone has started to… hear things. It’s a little different per person, but they all seem to be vaguely remembering events from their last time in Carcosa. That can’t be good.

Team Off On Their Own heads towards the final three doors. The first one Prophet peeks inside and finds a bunch of people tied to beds… kidnapped people?? He waves Joey onto the next room, though Joey is distracted for a moment witnessing some kind of knife? float??? Out of the last room?? And clatter to the floor as it fails to actually stab Joey.

Haha, nice try, fool.

Joey tries to open the next door and finds a nice little sitting room and… Y???! Sitting there having a tea or something?!?! He raises his eyebrows at Joey and Joey IMMEDIATELY closes the door and uses some toon logic to jam it shut. Assuming that any casual sitting means probably not ritual, he’s just concerned about Y trying to interfere with their plans to stop the ritual now.

With that sorted, Prophet approaches the final door at the end of the hallway.

Three of the boys are still struggling against the tentacles with only Henry free, and not wanting to hurt any of the others, Henry starts trying to axe the tentacle that’s been trying to still grab him. He manages to chop it good and intimidate the monster back enough to at least not be trying to grab him anymore, but it still has grips on the others. In fact, it’s gone on to start choking out Peter and Leon! But Jack has managed to slip free during this at least.

Henry pulls out his knife and starts trying to cut some of the tentacles free from around the throat of Peter, who immediately slumps to the floor. Jack meanwhile tries and manages to yank the tentacle off Leon (it’s all that Snake Yeeting practice.) and helps him get away from the far wall.

Henry grabs the unconscious Peter and insists they keep moving forwards away from where the tentacles can reach them.

Peter, ghost form, is standing next to Henry incredulous that this is a problem, unsure why he can’t get back into his body and help. HE DIDN’T MEAN TO GHOST OUT RIGHT NOW!!! WHY IS HE GHOST?!? It keeps feeling like he’s hitting a brick wall whenever he tries to go back into body…

u h hold on,

They get out of range of tentacles and Jack hurriedly goes to check and make sure Peter is still A L I V E?!?!? And yes, he is, just, actually unconscious and would be doing better if he was breathing better (well jack time to perform mouth to mouth). Jack has Henry set him down and gets him into a better recovery position, and Peter is finally able to slide back into body, though is coughing a lot. Leon has also crawled to safety and is having his own mental breakdown but surely he will be fine! Eventually!! Jack checks on him with the intention to send him back up to Allison if he can’t handle it, but instead he insists on pressing on, so… they press on.

Prophet opens the final door and a whole bunch of yellow mist washes out around him. There’s dEFINITELY a big ol’ magic glowing circle in here with a tub in the middle that might have a person inside so uhh, SEEMS LIKE THE RITUAL ROOM. Prophet merely communicates to either “Stop the leader or rescue the lamb” to Joey before starting to sneak in, going for the first option himself. It’s hard to see with the mist in the room, but at least the two entering can hear… probably Y-Dad but not in human shape anymore by the vague things they see though the mist and also the way his chanting sounds now. Since Prophet seems to be going for the first role, Joey decides he’s gonna try to rescue the lamb, and sets himself up to take advantage of any distraction Prophet might make to hopefully grab the sacrifice and yoink her out of the circle and through the door, planning on… coming up with the rest of the plan after that!!

Prophet does manage to sneak up behind the thing and smack it with the baton Henry had given him earlier, which distracts it long enough for Joey to at least grab the figure out of the ink bath and start dragging it towards the entrance, but at that point the creature speaks up.

“Oh, you’ve brought something for me, perfect!”

And Prophet manages to just barely dodge a tentacle trying to grab him, but still feels… the ink inside of him… trying to not be inside of him anymore. It actually seems like it wants to be part of the ritual now, and has started leaking out of his entire face!

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#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #a pencil and a dream #henry stien #peter sunstram #jack fain #leon is here too i guess

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A few secrets in re:curse

Since re:curse is a game that includes the project file for the game itself, I went poking around in there via the demo version of RPGVXAce and found some pretty interesting stuff. Since I assume not everyone wants to go to that effort I figured I’d share a few of the things I found here, specifically the “translations” for the glitched text present in the game, plus a bit of dialogue from an unused room and one other secret I found regarding the ending of the game.

The glitched text I’ve transcribed here is the email Caroline sends Joan, the dialogue from the version of Caroline present on the CRT monitor, and the alterations Caroline makes to the ASTER code of conduct.

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lab_normal_01 (the start room for the game)

(Note: this is the email Joan received)

Subject: re:curse

congratulations! youve hit 10000 carolines

want to meet carolines in real life?

click here

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lab_corrupt_02 (first corrupted room)

CRT Caroline:

hiiiii linda

how goes it? still a dipshit?

haha, i know you don’t understand me.

but the person behind your eyes might.

since it’s such a pain to translate, i’ll at least try to be entertaining

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ASTER Facility code of conduct:

It’s the ASTER Facility book of bullshit

(...the letters are moving around too much)

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lab_corrupt_03 (the flipped lab room)

CRT Caroline:

notice how this monitor isn’t flipped? totally on purpose.

in fact, i bent the laws of reality to make that happen. its Very Important Lore

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lab_corrupt_05_looping (1st “island” lab room)

CRT Caroline:

oh, this one!

i remember this lab.

all the little islands, exactly the same…

extending in every direction…

…

i’ve always existed in places like this, huh?

i wonder if i’ll miss it. when the time comes.

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ASTER Facility code of conduct:

It’s the ASTER Facility archive of autostereograms

(...the letters are forming strange, repetitive patterns. You can feel your eyes unfocusing.)

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lab_corrupt_06_looping (2nd “island” lab room with Cube)

CRT Caroline:

just now, i looked through the screen, to the horizon line in the distance.

and i imagined myself. many loops in the future. standing on that platform.

it made me feel…

(CRT Caroline’s head splits in half)

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(CRT Caroline goes back to normal)

i’ve decided.

i actually hate this room.

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lab_corrupt_07_maze (vertical maze room)

CRT Caroline:

(Note: This is after the phone conversation where Linda tells Joan her password and Joan is confused about what a vertical bar is)

lol

idiot doesn’t even know about “vertical bar”

...my feelings are a mess.

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lab_corrupt_08_stairs (stairs room)

CRT Caroline:

stairs room…

what came after stairs room..?

OH.

i just remembered.

i wonder if you’ll realize…

who exactly you’re looking at, that is.

(Note: Linda walks in on herself and Joan kissing after this room. It’s possible Caroline is referring to something else but that context feels pretty important.)

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ASTER Facility code of conduct:

It’s the ASTER Facility book of moire patterns.

(The pages are covered in high frequency strips. The patterns undulate as you move your head around.)

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map8.5 (wide maze with breaking floor)

(Note: Computer Caroline mentions going though Linda’s administrative warning folder and learning about “Tube Incident” in this room.)

CRT Caroline:

i have one regret.

“tube incident.”

i looked at the pictures.

it’s not something you can unsee.

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ASTER Facility code of conduct:

It’s fucked up, or what?

(It’s an illustration of an elephant. The feet are drawn in the negative space between the legs, which has a disorienting effect. You’ve seen this one online before. She must be running out of ideas.)

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map10 (spiral walkway)

(Note: Computer Caroline’s dialogue ends with “that phone has now rung for the eleventh time. that’s my cue.”)

CRT Caroline:

my cue too.

thanks for chatting, cheater.

i’ll see you later.

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There is also an area in the game labeled lab_corrupt_testZone that is not accessible during a regular playthough of the game and presumably was used as a debug room. There’s a lot of text here specific to this room but in particular I want to share the dialogue that the two Carolines have in this room. The places where [number] is present are presumably spots where fonts would load.

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Computer Caroline:

well, well, well…

fancy seeing you here, lindy!

yep…

a real treat. a real welcome intrusion.

from a real. good. pal.

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CRT Caroline:

[1]youre not supposed to hear me, stupid!!

euuuuuggh go awayyyy

[1]eeeeughhh cough co[0]ugh cough cough. better?

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As one final thing: When looking around in the files I noticed that the file for the noise that plays when the game is forced to close had a name that indicated it was actually an image file. I converted it into something I could open in a graphics program and this is what I got:

(as an aside I think there’s supposed to be some color present in this image but I was legitimately unable to get it to open in anything but greyscale. If you want to check out this file yourself it’s in Audio>SE)

#re:curse #caroline re:curse

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