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dairyminki · 10 months

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Inked By Fate - ONE

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: none (lmk if i missed anything) ↬wc: 1k+

*reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated!

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You hissed as you felt the pricking sensation on your back growing much more intense by the second. Your hands gripped at the counter, knuckles almost turning white, as you tried to steady yourself up whilst trying to not give in to the pain.

Here, it goes again.

A minute or two later, the door to the shop opens, revealing another female whose face turned panicky upon seeing your state behind the counter.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" The newly arrived female runs to you and then quickly guides you to one of the chairs. She eases you through the pain by cracking some jokes and telling you everything about her day. By the time the pain subsided, you were left staring at the pastel-painted ceiling, spaced out on the chair with a sore back.

"Y/N..."

A voice snaps you out of your mini daze.

"I-I think it's the biggest one yet, Jia." You told your best friend whose eyes widened in response.

"That explains why you looked more pained than ever." Jia says, pouting. "I'm sorry you always have to go through this. If only I can do something-"

You immediately put a hand up, indicating that you don't want to hear Jia continuing her words.

Because in the first place, it's not and will never be your best friend's fault. The cruelty of fate and destiny - that's what to blame.

"Ji, can you check it for me please?" You ask her instead, gesturing your back, with your head. Without any other word, Jia rushes behind you and rolls up your baby blue shirt.

"Oh my- Y/N, it's very pretty!" Jia exclaims, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"Jia, everything for you is pretty," you counter.

"No- I mean, I'm not kidding this time. This one's different!" Jia insists, and when you turn to look at her, you could see how your best friend's eyes sparkled in delight.

Seeing the doubt in your face, Jia offers, already extending her hand to you, "Do you want me to take a picture of it?" she asks.

"Yes, please."

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As soon as you got inside your apartment, you immediately went inside your room and made your way to your bed. Hugging a pillow, you laid down on your side as your mind drifted off to the familiar dark abyss where your endless thoughts resided.

Just how much pain will you still have to go through before you finally meet them?

For all you could know, maybe the chances of meeting them might not even be that high...so does that mean you'll have to suffer endlessly through these pains?

Sometimes, you question why fate and destiny chose to play their cards this way...

Why do they have to make it so hard for everyone, just for the sake of finding each other's soulmates? Your soulmate.

Yes, all the pain you've been feeling is all caused by your one and only soulmate. Your, supposed to be, 'other half' who, for some reason, you still can't find.

As a child, your parents always told you and your brother about the concept of soulmates, and of fate and destiny. Because of that, you've learned to love and appreciate the concept so much that everytime you see the inked initial on your wrist, you can't help but smile. Looking at it always manages to make your day.

That is, until you turned 18 - still no signs of your so-called soulmate. Due to that unfortunate reason, you had to experience another soulmate mark.

You remembered giggling in joy once upon a time as you let your imagination run wild. You imagined that maybe you'll have the infamous different eye color mark, or maybe the changing hair color one - but you certainly didn't expect this - for getting another tattoo related mark.

It started when you were in the middle of your Physics midterm exam, when you suddenly felt pain surging through your lower leg. The pain was bearable, but still it was pain.

When you went inside the bathroom, that's when you took notice of the black ink that was present in your leg. The tattoo was in the form of a fiery crown. And at first you were confused, thinking that your eyes were probably deceiving you. However, after spending nearly an hour staring at the same spot on your leg and searching on the web for confirmation, you eventually found out that it indeed is, your new soulmate mark.

After that, the tattoos just kept coming, and before you even knew it, your upper arm towards your back was littered with black ink.

And then today happened...

The biggest tattoo your soulmate has ever done - and they really had to place it on their back?

You wanted to curse them, but you thought that what if your soulmate didn't know? What if your soulmate didn't know that this is the case for your new soulmate mark? That for each tattoo they decide to get on their skin, the very same one starts to blossom on yours as well? Can you blame them?

"What a day..." You mutter under your breath, and then you suddenly realized that you still haven't seen the new design on your own back. And so, you quickly fished your phone out from your pocket.

"Oh my god...Jia wasn't joking." It is pretty. Maybe, the prettiest you've ever seen.

The tattoo was an infinity symbol, but instead of the plain one, it was made of a rose, with its stem bended into a loop with all the thorns present. And then somewhere along the lines were the words, fate and destiny.

You don't know why, but you felt warm. You felt warm because it's as if your soulmate was thinking the same as you.

That no matter how beautiful the concept of having soulmates is, the process of finding them says otherwise. But in the end, you know it'll be worth it. Just like a rose, no matter how beautiful it is, it still has prickly thorns that might pierce your skin. But in the end, it'll still be a beautiful flower to those who can see.

So that's why even though this game of hide and seek might be tiring and somewhat painful, you'll still move forward. Hoping that each step you take will finally lead you to your soulmate.

"What a beautiful pain..." You sighed as your gaze went to the letter that was inked on your right wrist.

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↬a/n: hello hello hello~ this one's finally been freed from my drafts dungeon and i'm so happy! the first chapter is just an introduction for y'all to get a glimpse of the character and their life. see ya on the next chapter where things will begin to unfold ♡

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bleucaesura · 1 month

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STOLITZØ - FIFTY THREE

After some brief and teary reunions, everyone had gathered in Blitzø’s room. The doctor had done a thorough examination of Blitzø a short while beforehand and was now ready to go over Blitzø’s prognosis and next steps with everyone.

The doctor paced in the middle of the room flipping through Blitzø’s chart while the others watched and waited.

Stolas stood at the head of the bed to Blitzø’s left, Fizzarolli to the right and Asmodeus lurked behind him.

Loona sat to Blitzø’s right. The M&Ms were to his left. Millie sat on the bed by his legs, Moxxie stood on a chair in front of Stolas.

Octavia chose the armchair out of the way, feeling less like part of the family, but still wanting to be there with everyone.

“What’s the matter with his eye?” Blitzø mumbled to no one in particular as he watched the doctor pace absentmindedly.

Asmodeus snorted and leaned down. “You hit him in your sleep.”

Blitzø looked up at him in surprise. “Did he deserve it?”

“We think so.” Fizzarolli grumbled.

“Good for me then,” Blitzø laughed.

His laugh startled the doctor and he seemed to realize he was still in a room full of people. Remembering he was supposed to be doing something the little goat began.

“We are going to need to keep Mr. Blitzø here for another two to four weeks during his initial recovery.”

“I’m sorry but WHAT?” Blitzø snapped.

“Darling. Please.” Stolas touched his shoulder and looked down at him pleadingly. Blitzø felt guilty so he sighed and shut his mouth.

“A head trauma and surgery like yours is serious.” The doctor continued. “Initial recovery is at least four to six weeks. And you’ll need to continue therapies for several months afterwards as well as…”

“MONTHS?!” Blitzø jolted upright. “The F*CK you SAY!”

“Dad!” Loona snapped at him.

Blitzø cringed. “Loony…?” He’d never seen her look at him like that before.

“Just listen to him.” Loona’s voice cracked. “Please.”

Blitzø saw the raw pain in her eyes.

I f*cked up…

He took her hand, squeezed it and smiled apologetically.

Stolas’s heart ached as he watched their exchange. “Please. Continue.” He told the doctor.

“Oh. Um. Yes.” The doctor blustered a moment and flipped through his papers. “As I was saying. During your initial recovery here at the hospital, we will run daily tests. We will have you doing congestive exercises to assess your mental well-being…”

Fizzarolli snorted.

Blitzø shot him a look and grinned.

Fizzarolli sat up ramrod straight, crossed his arms tight, sucked in his lips, and looked around in feigned surprise like “Oh my goodness! Who could have made that noise! How very rude of them!”

Blitzø rolled his eyes.

The doctor hadn’t noticed their exchange and had continued on, Blitzø having missed a chunk of information.

“That’s why it’ll be important for Mr. Blitzø to engage in activities that will stimulate his mind. Such as puzzles. Or interactive games. Doing art is also suggested.”

“Hear that, dad?” Loona squeezed his hand. “You can start doing your horsie doodles again!”

Blitzø smiled warmly back at her.

“Yes. Sure. Drawing is helpful.” The doctor said dismissively. “Listening to classical music or sometimes those broadway musicals is found to be helpful.”

Moxxie gasped and his eyes lit up. He slowly turned to look at Blitzø with his hands to his mouth.

Oh f*ck me…

“Siiiiiiir….” He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Satan f*cking dammit…

“F*ck. Okay FINE, Moxxie.” Blitzø heaved a dramatic sigh. “You can show me more of your SH*T…”

“REALLY SIR?!” Moxxie’s eyes were the size of saucers.

“F*cking doctor’s orders I guess…” Blitzø shrugged and rolled his eyes.

Moxxie squealed and clapped excitedly. He started whispering to Millie about things he thought he should share with Blitzø. Millie smiled and basked in her husband’s joy.

Blitzø smiled to himself.

So f*cking easy to please…

“Just please avoid too much screen time and loud sounds. Moderation is key.”

“Anything else doctor?” Stolas asked.

“No physical exertion or over-stimulation.” He said offhandedly while looking through Blitzø’s file.

Everyone shunted a shifty eye at Blitzø and then Stolas. Blitzø didn’t notice. Stolas did and blushed horribly.

“Otherwise, that’s about it. I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you. And someone will be by to help with the catheter and possible bathing.”

Blitzø cringed at the mention of his catheter but tried to play it off. “Oooo. Sponge bath? I hope I’ve at least been getting bathed by a sexy nurse this whole time.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Everyone giggled and snickered.

“What?” Blitzø looked around at everyone. “What am I missing?”

“Absolutely nothing, dad.” Loona patted him on the leg. “I think Via and I are gonna hit the caf for a coffee.” She gave Stolas a wink as she and Via headed out.

Blitzø turned to look at Stolas.

The f*ck is she on about…

Stolas was beet red.

Oh. OOOOH…

Blitzø blushed and quickly looked away.

Millie grinned watching the two of them being embarrassed.

“Come on, Mox. Why don’t we pop on home and you can get some of your stuff together for Blitzø?” She hopped off the bed and gestured to the door.

“Great idea!” He jumped off the chair, then turned to wave to Blitzø. “We’ll be back later!”

The M&Ms scuttled off into the hall, Moxxie excitedly chattering to Millie about everything he wanted to grab from home for Blitzø.

“Whelp! That’s our cue!” Fizzarolli leaned over and hugged Blitzø, and whispered “I’m glad you’re ok.”

“Thanks, Fizz.” Blitzø hugged him tight.

Asmodeus gave an amiable nod and scooped Fizzarolli up in his arms as they walked out of the room.

Stolas and Blitzø existed in awkward silence.

“So… You bathed me, huh?” Blitzø peeked up at Stolas.

“I uh… Well you see… I didn’t…” Stolas babbled and stammered. He couldn’t find the words. He felt like he was floundering.

Blitzø started to laugh. He laughed so hard he began to cry.

Stolas stood there dumbfounded.

“Oh f*ck!” Blitzø grabbed his head. “Ok… Add ‘Don’t laugh too hard’ to the list of stuff I’m not supposed to do.”

Blitzø cringed, held his head and looked up at Stolas sheepishly.

Stolas smiled meekly and shook his head.

Blitzø reached out and took one of his hands. “I’m giving you a hard time.”

Stolas blushed.

“Truth be told, I’d definitely rather have had you tending to me than some stranger.”

Stolas sat down beside his bed. “I wanted to maintain as much of your privacy as possible. There was no need for you to be exposed or on display…” His voice trailed off.

“Jealous?” Blitzø waggled his eyebrows jokingly.

Stolas averted his gaze, feeling ashamed.

Oh sh*t…

Blitzø blushed.

“Yes. I was…” Stolas mumbled. “I’m sorry I was so small and petty.”

Blitzø reached out and touched Stolas’s chin, turning his head so Stolas had to face him. Blitzø smiled tenderly.

“I’d be jealous too.”

Stolas stared at him in wide-eyed bewilderment.

Blitzø raised an eyebrow. “You look confused?”

“I must admit… I am a little…” Stolas said quietly.

Blitzø closed his eyes, sighed and shook his head.

“Wh…What is it?” Stolas stammered.

Blitzø grabbed his chin and pulled him down into a kiss.

Stolas melted. It had been so long since they’d kissed. His mind went blank and all there was was the two of them.

Stolas leaned over the bed, reached out a shaking hand and stroked Blitzø’s cheek.

Blitzø sighed and opened his mouth to kiss him deeper.

Stolas moaned.

Blitzø let go of Stolas’s chin and ran both his hands through Stolas’s feathers, grabbing the back of his head and neck to pull him closer; kiss him even deeper.

They could feel each other’s heartbeats racing. The air grew thick and heavy.

Stolas began to feel light headed and an alarm bell went off in his head “No over-exertion or over-stimulation!”.

So just as abruptly as it began, it ended. Stolas broke the kiss. They looked at each other with bleary, dazed, lustful eyes.

Blitzø took a ragged breath and touched his forehead to Stolas’s.

“I’d be jealous too.” Blitzø whispered. “Cuz you’re too f*cking pretty, Stolas. I’ll never want to share you with anyone else.”

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#helluva boss #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #fanfic #vivzieverse #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #brandon rogers

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neuroticbookworm · 7 months

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Boston and his "friends"

Last week, after I watched Boston get wrongfully branded by Atom as a sexual predator and isolated from the group, I was seething with rage and wanted to see Cheum, Mew and Ray to fall at Boston's feet and beg for his forgiveness after the truth comes out.

But today, honestly, I think it is a better character arc for Boston if he doesn't get that resolution from them. Because he fucking doesn't need it. He has defined a wonderful relationship with Nick, his first love, that will give him joy until he leaves for New York (cc @lurkingshan) and he has listened to Atom's grovelling apology. He has no other hangups tying him down.

Cheum, Ray and Mew, on the other hand, do not have the conviction to confront the truth in their relationships. They accused Boston of being duplicitous but none of them approaches their own problems with anything even remotely resembling a healthy communication.

Cheum heard her brother tell her that he lied about Boston taking advantage of him and all she could say was this:

She did not feel horrified that her brother chose to slander a friend, and she does not feel any remorse for her actions. I bet she thinks it's all fine because Boston is a slut anyway, he slept with Top and ruined Mew's relationship, so why does it matter that he was wrongfully accused this one time. Well, Cheum, it doesn't matter to him, but it will matter to you as you have not learned the integrity to face your mistakes and apologize for them. An apology should not be made expecting forgiveness in return, and it should not be valued based on the moral standing of the person you're apologizing to.

Mew. Oh, Mew, Mew, Mew. @lurkingshan pointed out during our post-episode conversation that Mew cannot stick to his schemes, he peters out at the first sign of stress and gives in to the status quo. He wanted to give Top a second chance, and then Boeing showed up. After understanding that Boeing is playing games for his own revenge-on-Top agenda, he initially goes along with it to spite Top. And after all the scheming has made both of them utterly miserable, he listens to his parents and finally decides to give Top an honest-to-goodness second chance. But, he doesn't give it after going through the painful process of self-reflection, and communication where both of them can set clear boundaries and understand where they each stand. Nope. Instead, they just casually agreed to push it away to deal with it in the future.

I declare my love for Theory of Love as loudly and passionately as I can whenever I get the chance on this hellsite, and one of the main reasons why I love that show so goddamn much is the conversation between Khai and Third in the Theory of Love Special Episode, where Khai admits that a girl kissed his neck at a party and how he tried so hard to keep Third from finding out. Third then tells him that he has known about the kiss the whole time, and how Khai need not worry; he knows the difference between an accident and a kiss with purpose. He then tells him that Khai is not the only one trying to make this relationship work, he is trying too, because Third also loves Khai and wants to be with him.

This is what healthy communication looks like. The issues and miscommunications must be tackled head-on and resolved before moving on, so they don't fester into an even bigger and more painful problem later. You can't "leave the problems to the future" and expect it to work itself out. In case y'all don't remember, Khai had to step on literal broken glass to stand his ground and plead his case after a miscommunication, and it was still not enough. That's how painful this process is and I will bet my bottom dollar that Mew has exactly zero percent of the fortitude it takes to talk through a relationship faux pas.

Ray, the human embodiment of a fucking dumpster fire. All he says to Sand after accusing him of taking money from his dad in exchange of taking care of him is "I'm sorry" and Sand immediately takes him back into his arms (I'm so embarrassed that I was briefly rooting for Sand at the start of the show). He does his community service with Sand for a hot minute and then immediately plans an overseas trip to whisk him away. He spells it out, yet again, how he is always looking to "buy" Sand (cc @wen-kexing-apologist)

Buying Sand, ya know, the exact same thing he was mad about, one episode ago.

Trying to prove that Ray's communication skills are severely subpar and unhealthy is like trying to prove that the water in the ocean is salty; the more time I spend on this, the stupider I would look.

All of this is a long winded way to say that Cheum, Mew and Ray will be too busy trying to escape their own trappings, the ones they built for themselves while they convinced self and each other that they are better than Boston; while Boston moves on with his life, living unapologetically as he always does. They can keep their apologies -- I don’t need it, and neither does Boston.

#writing about healthy communication in only friends was a surprisingly tiring task #who would've thought #and did i write this post just to wax about my favorite scene in theory of love? yes i did #only friends #only friends the series #ofts #ofts meta #only friends meta #theory of love #theory of love the series

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crowning-art · 1 year

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TGCF SPOILERS

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH IS THIS A JOKE!!!?! I"M REALLY OUT HERE UGLY CRYING OVER A BAMBOO HAT???!!!

I ThoUGHT ALL THE EMOTIONAL PARTS WERE DONE!!!! DOWNFWJNWNFLWFNLW

Damn, this part wjnwkjfnwlfn, I think this paragraph speaks for itself

“You aren’t the God of Misfortune, but they would rather believe that you are, unwilling to believe you aren’t,” White No-Face said. “Once upon a time, you defied the heavens and created rain for Yong'an, yet now they won’t even donate a cup of water to you. To pierce you with a hundred swords might have been done out of desperation, but now, they’re not even willing to do something simple like helping you pull out a sword; they all found the task too difficult.

I know I already put my reaction up there for this scene but it deserves a second reaction:

The rain seemed to have stopped.

No.

The rain didn’t stop. It was something that was placed over his head, helping him block off that pouring rain!

Xie Lian whipped his head up to look, and saw someone crouched before him, pressing that bamboo hat that was on his own head on Xie Lian’s head.

…It was that man who was just cussing loudly at him!

IT WAS AN ACTION OF ONE SMALL INSIGNIFICANT MAN, ONE WHOSE NAME WE WILL NEVER KNOW AND HE DID AN ACT THAT WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR CENTURIES T-T IT WAS THE ACT OF A MAN WHO CHOSE TO PUT ASIDE DIFFERENCES TO HELP A FELLOW PERSON! IT WAS THE ACT OF GIVING UP YOUR OWN PERSONAL COMFORT TO PROVIDE COMFORT TO SOMEONE ELSE! IT WAS SUCH A FORGETTABLE ACT THAT SAVED MILLIONS OF LIVES NOT JUST NOW, BUT IN THE FUTURE! IT WAS SO SMALL YET SO LARGE THAT NO ONE PERSON COULD CONTAIN THE MAGNANIMITY OF THIS ACT I CANT IM ACC CRYING FROM THIS I CANT FONWOFINOQFNOEF

IT TOOK JUST ONE PERSON TO BRING HIM BACK! ONE PERSON OH M GOD I CaNt I cant my heart is so overwhelmed rn It's like suddenly the initial stabbing scene doesn't matter anymore, yknow?! There is still kindness left in this cruel ugly world, it's like no matter how harsh the land, there will always be a small white flower growing even when there is no water or light I CANT WJNWJNCWLNCLKW

“I SAID FUCK YOU!!! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THIS?? I AM THE CROWN PRINCE!!!”

Upon his face, two lines of tears were already streaming down from his eyes.

One person. Just one.

Really.

Just one person was enough!

INCOHERET SCREAMING

Under the rain, Xie Lian was holding that sword up, and he said darkly, “As long as you use this sword to pierce me, you won’t be affected by the Human Face Disease.”

I. AM. LOSING. MY. MIND

'MY DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE' IWBIWUBCC HE DIDN'T FORGET HIS DREAM I AM FULL ON SOBBING OFHWHFWIHFWHFW

Xie Lian had his back turned to him. “If a day isn’t enough, then let it take a month; if a month won’t do then two months, three months! If I can’t save ten thousand, then I’ll save a thousand; if I can’t save a thousand then I’ll save a hundred, TEN, EVEN IF IT’S ONLY ONE!!!”

AND IT IS THE SAME PEOPLE SHOWING HIM KINDESS SNJSSJSJ OH MY GOOOOODDD

Xie Lian didn’t receive the excruciating pain he anticipated, but instead there was a loud and clear, “YOU CAN’T!!”

“…”

He whipped his head over to look. The one who knocked that black sword down was actually that little water merchant!

Ok I am obsessed with this random old woman lol

The wife of that little merchant kept elbowing him, but when she heard that she instantly exploded, yelling with her face red, “MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT, WHO’S SHORTCHANGING?? COME THE HELL OUT AND SAY THIS TO MY FACE!”

ahh so he chose banishment of his own will the second time. I dunno why baby boi was so ashamed of his shackles. He should have worn them with pride. Honestly, knowing how they came about, I don't think any crown he could ever wear would be compared to the beauty of these shackles T-T

Also it's super cute how he's helping build Mu Qing and Feng xin's temples, like an act of paying them back all they did in the past. And also love how he's trying to get their followers to get along (foreshadowing him matchmaking them in the future mayhaps?)

My heart cracked a little (not that it wasn't already cracked enough lol)

Jun Wu looked at him intently, and after a long while, he said, “Xianle has grown up.” This should’ve been something Xie Lian heard from his elders. Unfortunately, his father and mother had no more chances to say it.

wait Jun Wu killed White-No face in FRONT of Xie Lian....what in the heck is going on?!?!?!?! I am the edge of my seat!!

THE WHOLE HUA CHENG SCENE WHAT THE HELL I CANT IT"S LIKE CAN THESE TWO CALM DOWN!!!!! IF YOUR DREAM IS TO SAVE THE COMMON PEOPLE MY DREAM IS ONLY YOU AND HE LIVED UP TO IT I WILL CRY I CAN'T PLZ COME BACK HUA CHENG I AM BROKEN BEYOND WORDS

He said to it, “I hope we shall meet again.”

Even after he had gone into the distance, that tiny, little red flower was still dancing in the wind.

The white flower and the red flower T-T

IT WAS ALWAYS ONE PERSON THAT HE NEEDED TO BELIEVE IN HIM AS WELL AND THAT ONE PERSON AS BEEN WITH HIM ALL ALONG I AM CRYING BDUFJDJDJFJFJFJFJJDJFJFJFJ I CANT FJCJCJJVJFKFKD PLZ DJDJXJJDJDJD THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME

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i did not expect the last 3 chapters to be so wild, but damn....book 4 was wild. I feel like a war veteran coming out of a long drawn out battle....that I finally won...after losing so many people. I am fundamentally changed as a human, god this was insane

....and there's still book 5 left (immense dread)

#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #xie lian #hua cheng #heaven’s official blessings #heaven's official blessings spoilers #tgcf spoilers #tgcf journey #ch 196-198 #what a wonderful end to a crazy chapter

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sophierequests · 2 years

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Hey!! Can i please request a nina fic where she is the tough head corporalnik trainer at the little palace but has a soft spot for a kind and quiet corporalki student? Very cool writing and thank you!

can't we just be honest?

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Pairing: Nina Zenik x gn!Reader

A/N: MISS NINA ZENIK, I'M ASKING FOR ONE CHANCE, I WON'T DIE SO SOON I PROMISE!! I need more Nina in my life, so this request was greatly appreciated <333 Also, reader and Nina are similar in age, because I say so, and I don't want to make it creepy. Also also, Danielle is just so <3333

Summary: The reader’s friends tell them that a certain Heartrender has a crush on them, but they aren’t too sure whether that’s true.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Mention of death and pain, but not too much

“Ugh, tell me why I chose heartrending as the branch that I wanted to take.” you groaned, as you threw yourself on the chair next to your friends.

The two Grisha sitting lounging next to you. Mila - a black-haired Tidemaker - grinned at your exhausted state, slowly sipping her still steaming cup of coffee. Her blue kefta was only loosely hanging off her form, revealing the rather comfortable clothes she was wearing underneath. Zai - a rather quiet Zemeni Fabrikator - was cosily seated next to her, gnawing at a piece of skillet bread, that he probably got snatched from the kitchen. He looked rather put together, his purple kefta still draped neatly over his form.

“You tell me. I would’ve bet my liver on you becoming a Healer.” your friend laughed, as she gave you a sympathetic smile.

Becoming a Healer was your initial plan. But after a certain time spent in the initial Corporalki training, you realized that healing wasn’t something that you could imagine yourself doing for the rest of your life. You knew that heartrending could be cruel and unjust, but it also had a certain allure to it, that reeled you into the practice. Most people could only laugh at you when you told them what branch you chose, since they weren’t expecting the quiet and soft Y/N to work on becoming an active torturer.

“Trust me, we all were shocked when you told us that you willingly chose to enter the Heartrender training. Especially after already knowing who your trainer would be.” Zai murmured, his eyes flying over your features.

“Maybe that was precisely why they wanted to go into heartrending.” Mila mocked, flashing you a quick wink.

“What are you insinuating with that?” you inquired carefully, secretly already knowing what she was referring to.

“Oh, you definitely know what we’re talking about!” he commented smugly, reaching over to offer you a piece of his food, which you gladly took.

“Don’t start with that again, guys.” you whined, a soft pink flushing your cheeks embarrassingly quick.

“But it’s so much fun seeing you get all flustered.” the Tidemaker snickered, giving you a light jab to the shoulder.

“I don’t understand what you see in her.” Zai added, raising his brow at you.

“You don’t understand, because there is nothing to understand. There is nothing going on between us.” you defended yourself futilely.

“She totally has a thing for you.” Mila assessed, suddenly sounding quite serious.

“Nina Zenik does not ‘have a thing for me’. You guys are just over-interpreting every interaction I have with her.” you hissed, loud enough for them to hear, but quiet enough to not be heard by the other Grisha also sitting in the room.

“If that helps you sleep at night.” the Fabrikator mused jokingly.

“And how would you even know that? It’s not like you ever even shared one word with her.”

“That’s a lie.” she chuckled, starting to recount an almost forgotten memory, “Do you remember the first week of your training? When we waited for you in front of the training room? Everybody was already out, and only you and Zenik were still inside, but as soon as she saw us lingering outside, she started scolding us.”

“Wow, that was precisely the only interaction you had with her.” you began, twirling around the last piece of bread in your hands, “She’s not as cruel as everyone makes her out to be.”

��Why would literally everyone else think of her as such, then? Why is she only kind towards you? Don’t you remember that one time when Ade didn’t manage to slow a mouse’s heartbeat and that Corpsewitch literally started berating him for hours?”

You flinched as a response to that comment, whether it was because of the uncomfortable memories of having to put a mouse into a coma, or because of the mention of Nina’s alias. She hated that name with a burning passion, and she made sure that everyone around her was well aware of that. If she caught some of her students using it for her, she would give them an especially difficult task in the next lesson, guaranteeing that they would keep it in the back of their minds.

“Don’t call her that, Mi. She despises that name.”

“Alright, alright.” she scoffed, leaning back in her chair, “But honestly, why don’t you just talk to her? You like her, she likes you. You’re already spending more than enough time together outside the lessons, so it’s not like you don’t have enough chances.”

She was right, of course. You did like her. But the thought of her liking you back just seemed wrong. Even if you did, in fact, regard each other as good friends, genuinely dating her was something you tried to ignore as best as you could. Sometimes your feelings towards her made you hate being this close to her. After she told you about her past relationship with a man named Matthias, you felt horrible for even considering asking her out, feeling as if you didn’t take her grief seriously.

“You could ask for private lessons!” Zai chimed in with a wink, also earning a playful jab from the woman sitting next to him.

“You two are horrible.”

“We’re great.” they both agreed, stifling a laugh.

This conversation replayed in your mind for the entirety of the following night, giving you no proper opportunity to rest correctly. You felt as if you had been run over by a coach when you woke up the next morning, body aching and head thrumming, as you heaved yourself out of bed. Things didn’t get better when you realized that you would have to see her again for training later.

Your feet felt heavy as they shuffled towards the training floor, quietly entering the designated room for the group lesson. Nina was already standing at the front of the room, her arms were put behind her back as she sternly talked to a group of other Heartrenders. When you passed them, her gaze met yours, and she gave you a quick smile before returning to her chat. You returned it slightly, with a bit less enthusiasm than usual, sliding silently into your seat.

After the last few students entered, she started the lesson. You were thankful that she wasn’t physically trying to get you to basically torture another living being. To your delight, she only held something akin to a Grisha theory lesson, talking about the effects of jurda parem and how it should and shouldn’t be used. You realized how uncomfortable she was with the topic, knowing that she also had to go through the painfully exhausting process of the drug, still carrying some of the effects with her.

The lesson seemingly dragged on for an eternity, as you felt yourself almost fall asleep from time to time. Her eyes landed on you multiple times, but she didn’t seem to have the energy to scold or even question you for your current negligence. You were only occasionally jolted awake when she called upon the students around you.

After she finally ended the lesson, you only yearned for one thing: going back to bed. But Nina had other plans. Before you could give her a small wave goodbye, her hand was already on your shoulder.

“Wait, Y/N,” she called, a look of concern on her face, “I’ve noticed that you seem really…tired today. Is everything alright?”

You stared back at her bewilderedly, not sure how to answer that question, so you just stayed quiet for a bit.

“I’m sorry, I'm just a bit bummed out. I couldn’t sleep that well, so you don’t have to worry about that.” you stammered awkwardly, already feeling your cheeks getting rosy again, as you realized that her hand still rested on your shoulder, “I didn’t even think that you would’ve noticed that.”

“I like to believe that I’m pretty observant. Especially when it comes to people I care about.”

“Don’t let your other trainees hear that, or they might think that you play favourites.” you joked, giving her a soft smile.

You hated to admit it, but her presence affected you greatly. Her touch was excruciatingly hot against your shoulder, even the heavy fabric of your kefta wasn’t able to stop the heat from pushing through. You secretly prayed that she wasn’t listening to your heartbeat right now.

“Can I…uhm…help you with anything? Do you want me to slow your heartbeat down, it’s beating pretty fast?” she asked worriedly.

Shit. There goes that.

“No, no, don’t fuss over it! I’m probably just hungry.” you lied, constructing a story that didn’t really make sense.

“Okay, do you mind if I join? I haven’t eaten anything yet, and I’m basically starving.” she chuckled, her cheeks now matching yours, “If you don’t have anything else planned, of course! I don’t want to disturb you.”

“That…that would be nice.”

Her hand moved from your shoulder, as she grinned at you, opening the door for you to slip out before her.

Instead of sticking around the dining hall, you two just decided to grab a plate and move to sit outside. The day was nice enough to enjoy the fresh breeze and eat outside. And since Nina was one of the Head Corporalki, no one would question it anyway.

"Why did you choose to become a Heartrender?" you asked suddenly after the silence has been going on for too long.

She looked back at you, a brow furrowed, as she bit her lip in thought.

"To be frank, I didn't decide much." she started, seemingly remembering what happened during her childhood, "When powers were discovered, I was immediately trained to be a heartrender. A child soldier serving a cause she didn't understand."

You were speechless for a second, regretting your question, but still feeling as if something else needed to be asked.

"Why did you choose to train as a Heartrender?" she asked in return.

"I don't know. It just felt right." you sighed, keeping your eyes trained on the plate, "I doubt that I would do much good as a Healer, and by being a Heartrender I might be able to change something. To help others in some twisted way. I just hope that it was the right choice."

"There's never a right choice, Y/N. Only the choices that were taken and the ones that weren't."

"Well, that was depressing." you chuckled, bumping your shoulders against hers in an endearing gesture.

When you looked up at her, you noticed that her cheeks were glowing in a rosy pink again. You couldn't quite understand why that was the case, though. So you decided to do something that could potentially be more than risky.

As she turned her attention back to the food in front of her, your hands moved quickly, and barely noticeable. A small surge of power vibrated inside your chest, flowing from your heart to the palm of your hand. Suddenly, an erratic thudding sound was running through your mind - Nina's heartbeat. It was going fast. Probably similarly as fast as yours, not even half an hour earlier.

It was at that moment, that you knew that your friends were right.

“I suppose that’s also what I’ve been doing - helping people in some twisted way. The Second Army, the Crows… and now teaching all of you.” she smiled softly, desperately trying to hide her blush.

“Training us isn’t twisted, though. We are all free to decide what we use our gifts for, maybe some of us will use them to do some good. Or did you ever think about helping a group of criminals before coming to Ketterdam?”

She laughed, recalling the times she told you about her old friends - the Crows.

“I should really take you with me to Ketterdam sometime. You’d probably genuinely enjoy meeting them.”

“I doubt that they would enjoy another Heartrender sabotaging their plans.” you giggled.

“I bet they would. And I would enjoy your company, too.” she said, almost swallowing the last sentence.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you about slowing down your heart rate. It’s beating pretty fast.” you teased, finally taking matters into your own hands.

“You’ve been listening to my heartbeat?” she grinned sheepishly, leaning forward to tease back.

“It’s hard not to when it’s just so loud. Be careful, or I might have to stop it.”

“What if you already did?” her flirting was now getting more and more obvious.

“Then we should probably do something about it. I suggest we might-”

You didn’t even get to finish your attempt at flirting before her hands cupped your cheeks, and a soft pair of lips met yours. The kiss was expected, but it still managed to catch you off-guard. When she pulled away, you felt her hot breath fanning against your face.

“Y/N, I think…”

“I think the feeling is mutual.”

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wooahaes · 8 months

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hi hello here to talk abt the masterpiece that is uts ☀️

are there any deleted scenes that you could tell us about? or scrapped plots/scenarios?

hi hiii skdfhsdf savv calling it a masterpiece... i owe u my life...

anyway uts spoilers technically

yep!! i have scraps leftover from mingyu's part where i wasn't sure what i wanted to do regarding his injury. i had one idea where mingyu would have pushed reader out of the way of a falling, cracked glass jar and ended up with it shattering as it hit his hand. it'd be incredibly messy and painful and i dont really remember why i chose the burn over this? i think i just picked the one i wanted to write more. there was a slight vague part of said 'how gyu get hurt?' process where i considered something like him fucking up his leg while pushing reader out of the way.

actually now that i think about it, i think i chose the burn because it wouldn't have been so 'mingyu saving reader.' i didnt like the idea of reader having to deal with the guilt of being the reason mingyu got hurt and i felt it'd be cuter to just have reader decide to take care of him because they truly cared for him--not out of this sense of obligation.

uhhh the original original ending of cheol uts would have p much outright stated that he and reader had sex (i think i implied it in a few endings but left it entirely up to readers choice on whether they did or not--it was left very very vague). i scrapped the idea entirely because i felt like the emotions in the scene were too high and that they didn't need to take that step, and then later i scrapped the scene entirely (and shared it here) because i wanted reader to be the one who confessed to cheol. like idk i just Really liked the idea of reader taking initiative to confess to cheol and do something special (+ i really like the sentiment i wrote into it where cheol found everyone, but reader found cheol). plus idk my blog is almost entirely sfw (save for that one hosh fic i wrote where its outright stated he and reader bang + i think some sexual implications in my own bday fics that i wrote For Me lol) so it felt weird to end cheol's part of a series by outright saying "yes they sex" esp since im p sure i have some readers who are ace and i didnt wanna alienate 'em if they don't want sex at all

plus also something something reader was still recovering from being sick so i felt like cheol would be Very vigilant about not pushing reader too hard & making sure they were taking care of themself. banished to cuddle in his arms for one million years until he knows ur better >:(

in said og og ending there was a mention of there being a mix of bliss and regret because it felt like reader and cheol had rushed into this kind of relationship when like... he felt like reader deserved something softer. sweeter. to take them on dates and sneak kisses when the others weren't looking. but that he'd ultimately feel relieved in being there next to reader. maybe ill release it at some point haha

i DID however take the part where cheol breaks down crying in the ending of his part from it (the whole 'it's not beautiful to watch a person crumble' thing) as well as the following bits. the line w the 'love itself was an uncertain beast' and cheol admitting that he thought he needed to hide his feelings because hes supposed to be strong and reader makes him weak.

technically i scrapped the idea of doing moodboards to introduce everyone. i was going to do a lil moodboard + have a litle blurb with their alternate name & a little about each. i think that was before i wrote the 'before.' chapter that pretty much said everything + i only finished seokmin's before i changed gears.

i thiiiink i considered 'fawn' as the nickname for reader in the very beginning? but joshua was supposed to be the deer of the group so.

aside from thaaaaat.... im not sure? i think i followed most of my fic plans for UtS pretty closely.

OH OH i can talk about maybe scrapped poly au endings since i know how im ending it now haha

so the original poly au was gonna go fully delulu tbh? one by one they would have all disappeared until it was just reader and cheol, ultimately 'facing the sun' and accepting the memories that have returned to them (and the fact it meant they would disappear from this world). it would have branched off into two endings i think? one where reader refuses to let go, and both reader and cheol agree to just... stay there forever. together.

and then reader would have woken up the next day in a field with a blindfold over their eyes. they take it off to see a pretty man with brown eyes. who is he? and... for that matter, who are you?

and if they chose to let go, accepting that they might never see cheol (or any of the others again) bc as much as they need them, the world needs them more, reader would have woken up in their apartment, annoyed at how long they felt they'd slept. they find a little mouse plushie they don't remember buying, and they can't really remember the dream they had--only that they went to bed sobbing and wishing life would be simpler.

weeks pass. reader ends up getting coffee at a place and overhearing one of the guys behind them whispering about how their drink order sounds good and they forget to give their name for the order. the order gets called out, reader goes over to get it, only to run straight into said guy--who recognizs reader instantly with a quiet 'mouse.' and reader turns to realize they've come face-to-face with vernon (and seungkwan, who was with him), bc i liked the idea of it coming full circle to be reader seeing vernon again and immediately recognizing him as everything started to come back.

the three of them ended up going back to someones apartment while calling all of the others over bc "dude its fucking important" and they all reunite, unsure of what will come next, but glad to be together again, even if only for a little while.

aaaaaand the other ending was going to just be a time loop. reader fully confesses their love to the group and then wakes up in the field the next day, remembering nothing.

BOTH OF THOSE ENDINGS FUCKING SUCK THO-- bc they don't fit the idea of what UtS is to me. a huge part of UtS is the acceptance of grief in a sense and moving forward and i kinda hope to dig into that far more with the poly fic once i finish planning it and get around to writing it. although i do like the split idea? honestly if i bring it back... pretend u all never read this.

#wooahaes.ask #tumblr continuously hates saving my tags ig so i have to manually get the pizza emoji.... oh cruel world.... havent i suffered enough... /j #savv 🍕#uts.spoilers

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blakebow · 9 months

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The last anon made me question my shipping taste since I dislike Bumblebee for the same reason I dislike Zutara.

Both ships would have one of the character's date another character that reminds them of there trauma.

Adam = Yang

Fire nation = Zuko

So can someone explain the difference please because I thought Katanng was like Blacksun with the goofy boy with the staff having a crush on a girl with emotional trauma ?

hi anon! it seems you're confused, so let me see if i can help with clearing up that misunderstanding.

Zutara is not at all like Bumbleby.

Because yes, while there was initial trauma with Zuko and Katara and they hated each other until the end of book 2, through book 3, their bond strengthened and they got closer, working past the issues they had with each other's pasts and came to see each other just as they were as themselves. (if that makes sense?) Katara didn't see Zuko as her trauma anymore.

after their talk in the caves where they both addressed why they didn't get along and both revealed that they shared a common trauma, the loss of their mothers and the pain that caused them, they came to an understanding of each other's struggle.

Katara had a profoundly more supportive relationship with Zuko than Aang in the last season as Aang was forceful with his affection, showed jealousy of others (past) interests in Katara, including Zuko. and tried to talk her out of getting closure for her mother's murder, which Zuko all fully understood and went with her to hunt down Yon Rha so Katara could face it head on. Aang continually kept trying to convince her to let it go and forgive him, which upset Katara because he refused to listen to how she was feeling. not to mention the proof of this is shown in how Katara willingly intervenes in Zuko's duel with Azula and fights to bring her down to protect him after Zuko defended her in turn.

Also, in argument against Kataang, their relationship isn't framed in the most positive light in LOK. as Kya and Bumi, two of Aang and Katara's children complain that Aang played favorites with Tenzin who was (at the time) their only airbender child and essentially ignored them. they're so bitter of this fact that they bring it up over 70 years later after Aang's passing. that's not good and makes Katara look out of character because the original Katara from ATLA would never have allowed Aang to so blatantly shirk his duties as a parent and ignore both of his other kids because they weren't as special as Tenzin.

Where in RWBY, Yang shows 0 interest in Blake's problems being a faunus, which is a scrutinized minority in verse, saying and I quote "oh it must be hard to be a faunus", while watching Cardin Yanking on Velvet's ears not even five feet away and not noticing how uncomfortable that makes Blake to watch (before any of her teammates knew she was a faunus.)

It's Yang's blatant disregard of Blake's identity that Blake runs away and finds comradery with Sun Wukong, who's a fellow faunus and fully gets all of what she's going through.

it isnt's until vol 3 that problems actually really arise with bumbleby, until Mercury tricks everyone into thinking that Yang punched him unprovoked during the vytal festival tournament, which triggers Blake and makes her remember Adam, where Blake brings this up to Yang and actually makes her cry by saying she doesn't trust her, this is swept under the rug and NEVER addressed again.

after volume 3, where Yang gets maimed by Adam and Blake runs away in fear, Yang refuses to even understand why Blake ran, when Weiss confronts her in vol 5 she says "what if i needed her here FOR ME?" basically, not acknowledging the fact that Blake was terrified for her life and thought she would be better off being the only one killed if Adam chose to come after her. after they reunite, Yang is even hesitant to forgive Blake, and there's a canon song confirming as much that Yang no longer trusts her not to abandon her again.

Vol 6 is total shit because it's where Bees was forced and started to degrade the quality of both characters, having Yang be the one to face Adam with Blake (rather than having the original plan of Blake and Sun taking him down at Haven) and from vol 7-9 onwards it's a dumpster fire i don't even want to bother getting into except for the shitty, forced one sided confession in vol 9, which was hamfisted in the middle of other far more important plot developments.

i think the diference between the two is that Zutara actually works through their trauma and grows from it to form a stronger bond that makes both characters better people.

where Bumbleby does not, and instead does the opposite. Yang's anger issues and possessiveness of Blake increases the closer they get, making her more of a trigger and more reminiscent of Adam instead of less, making Blake into a worse character by stripping her independence and making her completely co-dependent on Yang.

in conclusion: Ship Zutara, not Kataang and Black Sun, not Bumbleby.

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(Knuckles the Echidna issue 26 - written by Ken Penders, pencils by Chris Allan, inks by Andrew Pepoy, colours by Frank Gagliardo, letters by Vickie Williams)

This was such a disservice to Julie-Su. This whole second leg of KTE was so painful. We could have gotten 'How is Julie-Su, as an ex-solidier, fitting into society?' but instead, ...? Oh, sorry, she's just the love interest now, and boy, if she's just Not Like The Other Girls, because WOMEN SUCK! - if this wasn't an 8-12 demographic, I'd bet our Julie-Su would have been written in saying a not-so-family-friendly derogatory term.. Though 'Ditzes' is already toeing the line - it gets the message across... Though, I wish it wouldn't. It screams 'man writing women'. There is, for sure, a way to write a character who is of the 'not like the other girls' mindset - but this is not it. "See, Julie-Su is cool, because she's NOT like the average woman-- cough, I mean, the vain, shallow ditzes!" - it's presented that we're meant to go 'yer, I hate how most women are like that!" - it's just steeped in a whole heap of 'I don't want to touch THAT with a bargepole!' -- and yet here I am, dear reader, touching that with a bargepole. Nay, dipping my hands in to the armpit!

I never did like the Soul Touch in the first place - it removed so much agency from Julie-Su. "Oh, actually, she chose to leave the Legion because she fell immediately in love with Knuckles so bad that she followed him like a lost puppy!" -- BOOO! It's not like there aren't things to work with otherwise, to change course at the drop of a hat - when she initially 'rejoins', we see that she's been consistently put down and kicked around by just about everybody she interacts with, through Rykor. We're shown that she had every reason to leave. Even in later issues - 'oh, Lien-Da chose every point she could to pick on her, even though Julie-Su had no idea why!' - you couldn't give her that, you couldn't give her the autonomy and agency to make that choice for herself?

What's wrong with her seeing a glance of hope in the guardian, and following him because maybe, just maybe, he'd grant her freedom? Letting her make a calculated choice - that if she wanted to return, she could plead innocence - "see, the guardian kidnapped me!" - Kragok comes to this conclusion when initially reaccepting her, that she hadn't left, but had, indeed, been taken. But, no, we're not going that angle - up to the end of Penders' time writing for Archie Sonic, we get multiple hints throughout the series, callbacks, 'it was the soul touch all along!' -- Aren't you glad, dear readers, that Julie-Su has no right to her own feelings, that it's some higher biological innate calling that makes her act?!? Phew, for a second there I was scared that women could think for themselves!

See, Julie-Su has no personal autonomy, she left the legion because she fell in love with a man! -- Disrespectful. Boring. Cliché, to boot. And don't get me started on M25YL, which takes place in the future! Julie-Su -- EX-SOLDIER Julie-Su, settling down in a fancy apartment with a housemaid, making dinnerplans and having girl talk with her half-sister! Hang on, her half-sister? The one who killed both her parents, erased her mind, abused her relentlessly as soon as poor J-S had her memory return enough to remember just what Lien-Da had done to her.. THAT half-sister? ... I'm not buying. No, no, I won't get into it further... But it grates. IT GRATES.

Even if I close my eyes, and repeat, 'oh, but it's the 90's!' - that's no excuse for how long this carried on! Hell, we barely get to see anything interesting happen between Lien-Da and Julie-Su until Karl Bollers steps up to the plate in issue 138, published in 2004... (And boy, is there a lot to be said about that!) - Try as I might to come up with a rhyme or reason otherwise, (who ever wants the answer to be 'this could happen today, too'?!) - this is just poor writing, and a lack of respect.

Now, faithful readers, I must bind my hands... Before I write pages and pages. Yes, I do love a lot of KTE, and yes, I love Julie-Su... I even love working with the world of M25YL. But let it be known... There are parts even I can't stomach (oh, many, many parts!) and sometimes, it grates on my mind just enough for it to escape. I don't like to write negative blog posts, I feel there is more than enough negativity out there - but some things... Some things have to be discussed, or else they rattle around in my brain doing chip damage. The euphoria of discussing it with those who understand just what I'm saying, who had the same qualms reading!

I must sign this off now... See you all later.

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The Necromancer’s Cauldron (Chapter 12) - Etrian Odyssey 5 Fanfiction

AN: Whew, better get this uploaded before the migraine sets in. Just one more chapter to go! This fic has been fun and interesting to write, so I hope it has been the same to read. Let me know what you think!

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Chapter 12:

Despite the aches and pains, despite the heaviness in his limbs, Drayce felt comfortable. And warm. A place where he was safe. It would be so easy for him to go back to sleep. Yet, a nagging feeling was pulling him to wake up.

“Drayce?”

Not to mention a familiar voice calling to him.

It took all of Drayce’s strength to force his eyes to open. He allowed his head to roll to the side, where a blurry figure appeared. Though his vision was impaired, he recognised the one next to him immediately. “Ash?’

“You’re awake.” Ashton sounded relieved. “How do you feel?”

With his eyesight clearing, Drayce furrowed his brow as he turned his attention to his surroundings. “Where-?”

“You’re home now,” Ashton interjected, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

His bed. In his room at the Crescentia. The room was dark, lit by a couple of candles and the moon through the windows.

Drayce lolled his head toward Ashton once more. “What happened? Did I make everyone worry again?”

“Shashi told us everything.”

Shashi?

The memories of what occurred at the museum, the two smug men forcing Drayce to hand himself over to them under the threat of another wendigo attack. How he had to leave Shashi behind, unknowing if he could be used and threatened in another way. How he was shoved into a carriage and promptly knocked out to ensure his ‘compliance’.

“Shashi?” Drayce sat up straight in bed. “Is he alright?”

“I’m right here. I’m fine.”

Drayce looked over to the door of his room, where the very Sigil expert stood. He breathed a visible sigh of relief as Shashi walked into his room and moved toward the other side of his bed. “Ah, I’m glad. And the curator?”

Shashi sat down onto the edge of the bed, just like Ashton. “Egar is taking care of the museum.”

Uttering a tired sigh, Drayce nodded his head before he took a moment to make himself comfortable being in a seated position. But as he placed some of his weight on his left arm, a streak of pain caused him to wince. And to immediately pull his hand back, to look down at it. Thick, white bandages wrapped tightly around his forearm greeted him, held in place with a small bobby pin.

Oh, right. He remembered now. Nukpana had stabbed him. Right through the arm. To get his blood, adding it to the cauldron.

Why he needed Drayce’s blood specifically for the ritual to summon the dreaded Matchitehew’s wraith, he had no idea. Terence had said it was because of Drayce’s royal blood, which made him wonder if he had initially had his eye on young Ramus, only to realise that his security was too much of a hassle.

He was glad that Ramus wasn’t dragged into the mess with him.

Still, Drayce’s royal blood couldn’t be the true reason. Though, he couldn’t rule out the notion that they chose him to spite the Legendary Dragoon in some way.

“No permanent damage was done to your arm, thankfully,” Ashton revealed, pulling Drayce from his jumbled musings. “Fiorello will want to keep an eye on it, however. He also wants you to take some medicine to ensure that it doesn’t become infected.”

Fair enough. Who knows what was on that knife. Kyrell must have done a good job cleaning the injury.

“Wait, Kyrell?” Drayce snapped his head up and looked straight at Ashton. “Where did he-?

“We don’t know,” Ashton said, shaking his head. “From what Blayke tells us, he literally handed you over to Zohar, told them where the cauldron could be found. And then left.” He paused as a peculiar look of curiosity appeared on his face. “He was the one who protected you?”

Drayce nodded. “He was.”

He…didn’t want to think about what could have happened if Kyrell hadn’t been there. Nukpana’s fury upon realising that he had mistakenly summoned the spirit of Diandre instead of the dreaded Matchitehew was frightening. Furious was an understatement.

If…if Kyrell hadn’t been there, he would have been left to deal with Nukpana’s rage alone.

And if Raven wasn’t…

Drayce abruptly shook his head and turned his gaze to the sigil specialist that sat on the edge of his bed. “Shashi?”

Shashi tilted his head to the side. “Yes, what is it?”

“Ravenous. It’s real. I saw it.”

Shashi reeled his head back in surprise, his eyes widening in disbelief. “What? Are you sure?”

“Yes. He’s Kyrell’s partner,” Drayce began. “He was the one that…defeated Nukpana and his followers. I don’t know what happened exactly. His followers were scared off, I think. And Nukpana…he no longer exists, I assume.”

If the legends about Ravenous were true.

“Drayce.” Ashton rested a hand on Drayce’s shoulder, leaning forward slightly to look straight into his eyes. “What happened?”

Good question. Nothing he had to say was sure to ease Ashton’s protective instincts, so best to just launch into it. “I’ll start from when I woke up in the labyrinth.”

He closed his eyes as he allowed the words to simply fall from his lips. He spoke of how Nukpana first appeared to him. How happy he was to see him. How his followers, dressed in their robes, did his bidding willingly, not a single threat of violence. How the Book of Shadows awoke and stared at him.

He explained the moment when the spirit of Chevell appeared, utterly furious at having his skull and amulet used in such a vile ritual. How Nukpana had dragged him toward the cauldron. And how he stabbed him through the arm.

He spoke of how Kyrell had appeared, boldly walking into the scene. How the black smoke turned a brilliant blue. How Kyrell had laughed and mocked Nukpana for the mistake of freeing the trapped soul of Diandre instead. He winced through the explanation of how Nukpana had screeched about someone called Sephtis, and how he was going to…possess Drayce in some manner.

He carefully retold how little Raven, the black blob that had willingly played fetch with Faelen and Nashoba had turned into Ravenous, causing the world to tremble at his mere presence.

And he spoke of how Kyrell had done whatever was necessary to ensure that he didn’t witness the scene of Ravenous in battle.

He also told Ashton and Shashi what Kyrell had said to him. How he would never do anything to harm him.

After he finished explaining everything he knew and understood, Ashton’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Sephtis…?”

“Book of Shadows.” Shashi sighed and pressed his hand against his forehead in dismay. “Just as I had feared.”

Drayce nodded, not surprised that Shashi knew of the tome. “Yeah, Nukpana had it. But where did he get it?”

“From what I understand, Terence was the one who discovered it. In the museum of all places.” He uttered another sigh in pure exasperation. “Some blathering fool left the Book of Shadows at the museum. In the same building as the Blood Cauldron. Those two should have been sealed in separate locations.”

That was a great oversight.

However, it had been about a thousand years. Memories fade, families who may have known about the Blood Cauldron, about the Book of Shadows, were replaced by descendants who didn’t truly understand the horrors the two relics contained. Perhaps passed around, from family to family. Becoming lost and forgotten.

It was understandable.

Still, he needed to ensure that such a mistake didn’t happen again.

“The tome is sentient. It likely fled when Ravenous appeared.”

Shashi quickly turned to look at him, slightly alarmed. “Sentient?”

Drayce nodded his head grimly. “Yeah. There was an eye on the front cover. It…opened when Nukpana started the ritual.”

He would never forget how chilling and cold that shiver that raced up his spine was when that bloodshot eye looked directly at him.

“What happened with everyone else?” Drayce asked, desperate to forget that dreaded tome. “Are they ok?”

“They’re fine. They’ve returned to their rooms, under much protest, though I do imagine they’re not getting much sleep,” Shashi explained.

And Ashton added on to that. “After you were returned to us, Blayke led a team into the labyrinth to inspect the clearing Kyrell spoke off. They found the cauldron, and a wooden podium. But that was all. So they alerted Egar, who in turn sent guards to secure the area. Egar wishes for you to return to the area and be the one to issue orders on what should be done with the cauldron.”

Drayce blinked. “Me?” He uttered a sigh shortly after. “Makes sense, I guess.”

What should he do with the cauldron? Returning it to the museum wasn’t the best idea. But he felt that it was too dangerous to be held in the vaults of the Council Hall. Too close to Ramus. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk having Ramus so close to such an abhorrent relic.

They may need to find a Shaman willing to help seal the cauldron away. Maybe Syrik could introduce him to one, as he seemed to have quite a few items that were blessed by shamans in his stock. As much as he was against damaging ancient artifacts, perhaps it would be best to destroy the cauldron or tome. Finding the latter won’t be easy, though.

“The site. What did it look like?”

Shashi tilted his head to the side questioningly. “What do you mean?”

Drayce idly trailed his fingertips over the bandage on his arm, struggling to find the words. “When Ravenous appeared, Kyrell wouldn’t allow me to…see, or hear what happened. Nukpana. Was he…still there?”

Shashi didn’t immediately answer. He shared a brief glance with Ashton, the two sharing a silent conversation. Eventually, he turned his attention back to Drayce. And frowned. “…From what I understand, only the cauldron was discovered in the clearing. And a strange mark on the ground. As if something had been…scorched.”

Scorched…

“I see.” Drayce dropped his gaze down to the blankets folded over his lap. “Nukpana really is gone. For good.”

Gone. Not just dead. Removed from existence. He couldn’t fathom it. Completely incomprehensible. What kind of crimes had Nukpana committed? How many laws had he broken to earn such punishment? Was he truly irredeemable?

He sighed. Too late for him to muse about it now, he supposed.

Shashi pulled him out of his musings by gently patting his leg. “We’ll work out what to do with the cauldron tomorrow. For now, there is someone who needs to speak with you.”

Drayce blinked as both Shashi and Ashton took to their feet and moved toward the bed. He had assumed that Ashton would be lingering nearby to keep a very protective eye on him. He was the staunch caretaker of the guild, after all. And especially over him.

But as the two moved toward the door, and another figure stepped through a moment later, he immediately understood why.

“Zohar?” Drayce asked as the necromancer closed the door to his room. “Are you ok?”

Zohar turned away from the door, a lightly amused expression on his face. “That is a question that I should be asking you.”

Ok, fair. But if there was anyone who was the most affected by recent events next to Drayce himself, it would be Zohar.

Drayce pulled back the blankets and slipped his legs out of bed. “My ailments are physical, mostly. But you seem to be struggling with something internally.”

Zohar’s expression stoic as he stared at him, and after a moment of silence, he uttered a sigh. “I feel as though I could have prevented this.” He turned toward him, his eyes apologetic. “If…If I had been honest with you from the beginning…”

Drayce shook his head. “It’s ok. I’m sorry. For being nosy. I just…”

They fell into an awkward silence after that, the two of them lost to their own thoughts. And feelings of guilt and self-reflection.

“Curiosity,” Zohar said suddenly. “It is the trait of a treasure hunter.”

Drayce had to smile. “There’s no denying that.”

Zohar walked over to him, to stand before him. And to gently take him by the chin so that he could look into his eyes. “What happened to you?”

For the second time that night, Drayce uttered a sigh before he quickly relayed what he had endured in the labyrinth. From start to finish, from the best of his recollection. He…left the part out about Ravenous, however. That was something that needed to be touched upon carefully.

After he was done, Zohar stood silently before him. Taking a few moments to fully understand and process everything he had revealed. And though his expression was stoic, Drayce would all but sense the guilt he felt.

“Does it bother you?” Drayce asked softly, unconsciously cradling his injured arm against his chest. “That Kyrell was the one who…?”

“A little,” Zohar admitted. “I am quite abysmal at protection, it seems.”

Again, Drayce shook his head, yet more vehemently this time. “It’s not your fault. No one could have predicted something like this.”

Zohar wasn’t entirely convinced. “Perhaps,” he said, dismissively, before he placed his hand upon Drayce’s shoulder, once again looking into his eyes. “Is there something else?”

Drayce looked down at the floor for a moment. There was. Quite a few things, actually. Truthfully, he was reluctant to say anything more. What he had seen, what he had learnt would be utterly shocking to him. It didn’t feel right just blurting it out.

But, if he wanted Zohar to be more open with him, it was his duty to be honest with him in return. It was only right.

“You know of Ravenous, don’t you?”

Zohar appeared surprised, which was understandable. He didn’t answer immediately either, likely musing silently about how much Drayce had learnt of the world of necromancy. Through interacting with other people.

“Of course,” he finally answered, cautiously.

“So, Kyrell…” he hesitated again, truly at a loss for words. “Raven is Ravenous. And he is his companion wraith.”

Zohar abruptly pulled back his hand and took a half step back, shock blatant on his face. “…What?”

His reaction wasn’t surprising at all.

“I saw it. Saw him.” Drayce quickly took a step forward so he was the one who stood directly in front of Zohar. And he was the one who looked straight into his eyes. “But don’t worry, he’s not a threat to you or anything. He has no reason to. You haven’t done anything wrong, right?”

Zohar shook his head, almost in disbelief. “How can you be so certain?”

“There are no markings on you,” Drayce firmly pointed out. “When a necromancer commits a crime, breaks the rules of necromancy, the sin is written upon their skin, right? Even if you had committed a sin, it can be worked off through acts of redemption. So, you don’t need to be worried.”

Kyrell said that he would never do anything to harm him. And Drayce believed him. The sincerity, the determination in his voice and the gentleness of his touch as he carried him; he wasn’t lying. There was no way anyone could be that deceptive.

And he knew that Drayce would never sit back and allow anyone to harm Zohar, or any of his guild, for any reason.

“I won’t let anything happen,” he added, pleadingly.

Zohar was understandably torn, conflicted between being fearful at the thought, the knowledge that Ravenous actually existed, to believing him in his assessment that he wasn’t in any danger. It felt to Drayce that he truly wanted to believe him. He truly did.

But a seed of doubt wouldn’t allow him to be comforted.

It wasn’t a surprise, honestly. Zohar would know all the stories regarding Ravenous. He would have a much better idea what that being was capable of. It was understandable that he was hesitant and reluctant. It would take more than a few words from Drayce to reassure him.

Drayce dropped his gaze to the floor once more, unconsciously toying with the bandages around his arm. Tonight probably wasn’t the best time to ask Zohar a question that had been troubling him. Even more than the knowledge that the ancient god of Ravenous existed.

But…he was feeling needy.

“Zohar, Kyrell also told me that…” he hesitated again, his gaze still turned toward the floor. “That necromancers are usually born by the interference of others. Like…murder or sacrifice. You-?”

“Yes,” Zohar interjected suddenly, surprisingly. “I was murdered some years ago.”

Drayce snapped his head up, staring wide-eyed at Zohar as his breath suddenly hitched in his throat. He felt as though he had been punched in the chest. He must have looked as faint as he felt as Zohar suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around him, cradling him against his chest as he helped him to sit down on the edge of his bed.

Drayce grabbed at the collar of Zohar’s jacket. “What? Who-?”

Zohar shook his head slowly. “I do not know.”

“What?”

“Yes, I did not see my murderer’s face,” Zohar revealed as he pulled back, gently dislodging Drayce’s grip on his clothing. Parting from him only so he could sit down next to him. “Hm. And here I am, aiding in murder investigations when I cannot solve my own.”

Drayce pivoted from where his sat to look directly at Zohar once more. “That’s…the reason why you endure these investigations, isn’t it?”

“One of the reasons, yes.”

Murdered. He was murdered. Someone…someone had…

“But, you-?”

“I’m alive,” Zohar affirmed vehemently. “I died for several minutes, yes. But I returned. I made a soul pact with a wraith. With Theodore, who is an ancient ancestor of my lineage. I walk the thin line between life and death, but I am what you call alive.”

Theodore was his ancestor? A family member…

Suddenly, Zohar took his hand in his, and gently guided him to rest his palm against the left side of his bare chest.

“See? My heart still beats and the blood still flows through my veins.”

Drayce stared at his hand pressed against Zohar’s chest. He felt his warmth, the gentle pulse of his heartbeat against the palm of his hand. A heartbeat. The sound and the gentle pulse of life.

He pushed forward suddenly, to press himself against Zohar’s chest, his head nuzzled under his chin. Zohar immediately wrapped his arms around him in return; one arm across his shoulders, the other around his waist. All encompassing. Warm and comforting.

“…Thank goodness,” Drayce whispered, turning his head slightly to press his ear against his chest.

“Necromancers are…frightening beings, I suppose,” Zohar said as he kept his arms around him. “It may have been best if you didn’t know.”

“No.”

“Hm?” Zohar uttered in surprise.

Drayce pulled back from Zohar’s chest, only enough to rest his hands against his chest and look straight at him. “No, I want to know. I want to know more. About you. I want to know you. As a person. Not a necromancer.”

Once more, Zohar gazed at him silently, his expression unreadable. He sighed in defeated as he pulled him close again, resting his cheek atop of Drayce’s head. “…I truly have no defence against you. It’s frightening, how strong this is. This pull you have on me. For now, though, let’s leave it be. You’ve seen and endured enough. I will be more forthcoming in the future.”

“Ok,” Drayce returned as he settled against Zohar’s chest once more, feeling tired but content all of a sudden. “And I’ll try to be a little more patient. Thank you.”

#Etrian Odyssey #etrian odyssey 5 #fanfiction #the necromancer's cauldron #the treasure seeker

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🍒🧡💧 + CHRYSES!!!

i am kissing you on the lips and transferring all the riches of the universe to your bank account as we speak

heres the ask game (ocs are midas, adra, veras, isca and chryses)

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

oh god chryses and relationships is tough, as he only ever had two people in his life who actually treated him as an equal and who he was close to. in his childhood he has only ever been treated lesser, as a child that doesn't know anything and has to be left in the dark about everything going on. so i think the only real demand he has is to never be treated like that again.

his following later actually respect him and actually think of him as a capable leader, rather than that he has to be groomed into that role, and he thrives under that attention. thats his demand towards his subjects. but i dont think he could ever have a personal relationship with somebody that puts him on this pedestal like that.

isca is different. because as much as he bullies and teases chryses, something that irritates the hell out of him at first, isca always both treats him like a normal, not untouchable human and also as someone valuable. isca makes use of chryses cleverness, indulges in his passion, actually listens when he is worried about something. the only demand chryses could have towards isca is that he doesnt also leave him and. haha about that

chryses is very aromantic so the only thing he expects out of a romantic relationship is a Respectable And Politically Benificial Wife Who He Can Court Smile :)

what other people expect out of chryses... they expect him to be the person they idealized him to be. the flawless king. the saviour of all. the reviver of justice. if i had to find a flaw between iscas and chryses relationship it would be that isca never fully lost that part that so desperately longed for a prophet that shared his views. he treats chryses like a normal person, sure, but he never lost that glow in his eyes when thinking about what chryses could achieve.

i think the only person who could truly see chryses as the person he is and not the person he was born to be is his brother. but LMAO yeah that ain't happening anytime soon.

🧡 Who is your OC’s favourite person? Why is this person the top of their list and have they actually met them (an idol or rolemodel or celeb can be someone’s favourite after all!).

i think if chryses was asked this question, his initial reply would be a snarky "nobody"

if he was allowed to think about it, especially about the 'it doesnt have to be somebody you've met' part, i think he'd arrive at justice. chryses is very very religous and never looses that deep admiration and connection to that goddess. to his goddess, he has been told all his live that she chose him after all.

...the actual answer is very obviously isca FGHJKH but do you think chryses will ever admit to that??

💧 What is the earliest memory your OC can recall? Do they know what their first words were or remember where they took their first steps? Do they have any mementos of their childhood they’ve kept such as a stuffed toy or tiny baby clothes?

chryses has no recollection of his childhood in the palace, nor does he still own anything from that time. the revivers made sure of that. generally his early childhood is defined by not knowing what is going on, being passed from one room to the other and a lot of pain. the only times that were ever good were when he had his sibling by his side. if i had to pick a particular moment that he remembers first itd look probably a little like this, though:

the room is small, but its so empty that it still looks bleak and sad. the only things decorating the walls are emblems he doesnt know the significans of and writing he cannot read. he is sitting on a bed, but the surface is leathery and cold, not comfortable at all. he doesnt remember the face of the person next to him, but he does remember a womans voice promising "dont worry, it wont hurt at all" before slicing open his skin in a straight line on his upper arm. he watches fluid gold trickle down into the vial she is holding. this is after he has learned that crying and protesting doesnt serve a purpose. but he hasnt taught himself not to flinch yet.

#thank u for the ask!!#dayables #ask game #pyrite

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salty-dracon · 2 years

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AI The Somnium Files Nirvana Initiative Spoiler Liveblog part 2. Starting a new thread for another major change in the story.

Continuation part 9.

We've finished both of Ryuki's path splits. Now, we can go back and remind Ryuki of "Dahlia Boat" or "Kaname Date".

Both of these are different timelines. Ryuki should technically know only one- Shoma revealed "Dahlia" when he finally opened up to Ryuki, and "Boat" was when Tearer said it himself at the cathedral.

Uh oh, his face is fading away... and everything's glitching... and my device isn't happy...

OH HELL NAW I'M BEING CHASED BY SLENDERMAN RYUKIS

Haha. Now you're the game, dumbass.

Hmm. Tama can accidentally glitch into Mizuki's brain... and its dark secrets.

Dahlia Boat. I wish I had any idea what that meant. It could be a thing where the writers thought of a fake English name and it did not sound like one in the least.

Hopefully Mizuki's side of the story is a little more lighthearted this time... Because Ryuki's was sheer pain and confusion.

The scooter!!!

How come Ryuki closes his eyes diagonally while Mizuki's are straight? Is it possible that Ryuki doesn’t have depth perception, and we just didn’t know?

If this Jin's death was nine hours ago, and the other one was 40 hours, that means the corpse teleported back in time. If time teleportation and not cloning was, in fact, the truth... maybe. Time is fucky here.

A single tire tread, machine oil, and a screw... don't tell me... Shoma's Robota? He chose to follow Naix in the explosion route... Maybe he's using Robota for them.

WHAT??? OTA AND IRIS LOOK SO DIFFERENT!!!

IRIS REALLY SANG THE CHUG JUG SONG WTF

Iris and Ota please stop with the conspiracy theories.

Ryuki stop going insane! You're gonna become like one of our story's two creepy old people at this rate!

Amame :( I'd really like to know how and why she seems to know Naix and the Nirvana Initiative so well.

Gen loves Amame so much awwwww

Why is there a second customer and why is he saying something about a king's dream

Breaking and entering into my old classmate's house. just to use the kotatsu

Kizuna's in a wheelchair? I didn't expect that! But her design now matches her box art. Lien hasn’t changed, though, but he already matched the box art, minus his airplane necklace.

She suffered a spine injury in the collapse? Awww. Poor Kizuna.

Wow. Lien's really mellowed out. He was downright creepy at first, but as the obsession wears off his kindness is shining through. That being said, it's still creepy to hit on an 18 year old at first sight.

Shoma’s going to Horadori Institute? That means he hadn’t cut ties with them, or he really believes that he’s going to die if he doesn’t keep getting their genetic treatment.

MIZUKI POWER LETS GO!!!!

How many astronauts are there?! I count ten on screen... she just beat up three...

MASKED WOMAN TO THE RESCUE!!! She’s straight up the funniest character in this game, which is the last thing I expected.

there are dead astronauts everywhere. like among us.......

KIZUNA???

Well, we can rule out the masked woman being Kizuna!

They’re being very dodgy about showing Shoma’s face... apparently he and Lien are like “brothers” now.

Did “what” to you?

I kind of... actually had no idea how old Tokiko was... so 37 years ago, she was 23.... SHE’S SIXTY???? AND WITH SKIN THAT SMOOTH????

remembering ana overwatch...

HAHAHAHAHA MASKED WOMAN SPILLING ALL THE TEA ABOUT THAT CRAZY ILLICIT RELATIONSHIP CHIKARA AND TOKIKO HAD

... wow, she was really attached to that child, wasn’t she. is that why she’s like that?... And the child is dead? If I’m right that Gen is the child, of course Tokiko would dream about them both. Or perhaps Shoma is the child, like a clone of her original child. Hmm. (Well, I was right that she made some decisions due to her trauma... but we still don’t know why she joined Naix or if it’s even relevant.)

Aww, the masked woman is really nice and stressing she’s on our side. Despite shooting at Mizuki. With rubber bullets. Her two pieces of advice were “Don’t lose sight of yourself, no matter who betrays you” and “Be wary of Ryuki.”

Kizuna why are you having nightmares about Chikara and can I help you

One thing I realized re: my initial theory powerpoint is that since I forgot to add the images, nothing is really stopping me from adding text boxes and adding my comments on my initial theories after the game.

Absolutely hilarious that Boss went “don’t do anything stupid or illegal” and the next day mizuki goes and does something stupid and illegal

kizuna brain time

“Little Blue Riding Hood”... not red.

Wow, it’s all so... sparkly. And weird. And melancholy. And calm...

Looks like her memories are being rendered as fairy tales...

*homophobe voice* it’s hansel and gretel not hannah and gretel

aww. kizuna was always sad that her father wasn’t around, no matter how much he gave her.

glass slippers... looks like she really did see lien as her prince, in a way. Holy hell her whole life has been downright depressing.

And eventually, during her childhood, she lost her sister, too. It’s like everything she had, and everything she loved, was eventually just stolen from her. So she just hid all the pain and sadness away. What other choice did she have? Kinda relate in a way, though I’m only just starting to lose beloved family.

So, Kizuna’s father knows about the inhumane genome experiments being done at Horadori Institute.

“A girl whose genes were forcibly rewritten...” What does that mean? And why? There are lots of mysterious female characters in this story we don’t know anything about, but one that gained superhuman athletic ability... that could be Mizuki, or it could be the masked woman.

... wait... MIZUKI??? Mizuki was the one with superhuman abilities? No one else? So Shoko and Renju just adopted her when she was three? She’s not their birth kid? All those stories about how her grandfather was super strong were just lies?

chikara’s left half got stuck to the edge of the giant stone rectangle in yoyagi park. and this was apparently the man that genetically modified her. holy shit, this must be devastating for her.

uh, let’s see. jin got horizontally displayed in a tv studio, and then in a stadium. chikara got vertically glued to a blackboard and then a... stone slab. we’re gonna find tokiko on boss’s desk or something. and then komeji in a police truck.

... why did they stick the alphabet inside his body. what is “rle” supposed to mean? and now “aef”... it’s like they wanted mizuki specifically to figure all of this out for herself... and same with ryuki’s own investigation.

wait, let me check my previous liveblog posts. i wrote down the letters in that one video...

ccfggd,aeigahe ... nope i can’t figure it out

Hmm, two X’s that cross down. And the balloon was red on the left and blue on the right, kind of like this game’s thematic.

Scrabble word solver didn’t help with anything.

MOMA YOUR VOICE????

Uh, those puzzles are clearly going to point to “NAIX”.

Ryuki shot a guy? Oh no...

Gen wasn’t BORN with a warped skeleton... but Chikara’s genetic experiments destroyed his body. That’s three characters that have been experimented on now- Shoma, Mizuki, and Gen. And potentially also the masked woman.

More warped voices? And it’s the male and female one again. They seem to follow the order of %.

GEN NO

we’re psyncing through his MASK??????

oh my god. a cooking competition. gotta have one in everything

“we can use the timie from earlier to reduce any amount of time to one second”... oh boy and here comes the gag. THATS A LOT OF SECONDS

every time i learn more about chikara I hate that guy even more!!!! gen is not a failure!!! he’s a friend!!!!

wait... chikara said that gen was created from a genetically modified egg. his body wasn’t genetically modified, his pre-existing genetic material was and he grew from that. so is there a way to grow bodies that doesn’t require a surrogate? or was someone else the surrogate...

gen :( awwwww but amame loves him so much

1 HO ST

2 UN RA

3 IN DG

HORAINSTUNDG

Oh, Horadori Institute Underground!

Boss was literally about to kick her ass for this one and she’s like “better call my friend with a giant key for some reason”. illegal and dangerous!

Well, thanks Lien. Your description of the TC-PERGE virus, which according to him causes people to do crazy things over and over, sounds a lot like a certain speech from a certain hologram of a certain dead cult leader.

According to the hologram, you do enough crazy things over and over in a video game world, you’re bound to find some way to break outside of the game’s boundaries, in a way no one wants you to do... and if you’ve got all of humanity doing that, that process is accelerated seven billion times. Those “seams” they believe exist, would be found very quickly. All anyone would have to do is quarantine themselves until they find one. And then, you get in an astronaut suit and punch God in the face.

Which would explain the final part of Tokiko’s Somnium. She knew that tons and tons of people would die painfully for Naix and the Order of % to find the seams. Though whether she would have wanted to see it happen (she feels... something towards shoma and gen... probably just pity) is still up for debate. And we can’t ask her, she’s dead. (Well, actually, Ryuki might be able to contact Jumpscare Tokiko.)

Also reminds me of Zero Escapes 2 and 3, in which religious cult leaders release a virus over Earth that causes complete and total mayhem.

shoutout to the guy who heard a bit of music and recorded it in do re mi’s. actually i’m going to see if i can transcribe it into piano music

Or the game could do it for me.

Musical code! That seems awfully unsecure...

Well, we found it. Horadori Institute Underground.

Now the question is, descending these steps, will I be faced with a Horadori Jumpscare or a Shigure Jumpscare?

Lien really is “I’m a locksmith!” *smashes window*.

I don’t like how rusty that door is.

This is... what?! The Naix cathedral?!

Noise...? No biological life...? ... Tama is there?

Years-old bloodstains...?

A tooth! Specifically, Jin Furue’s tooth, probably. Meaning if there’s any place he got bisected, it was most likely here.

“Let us call this person T for now” must be a reference to another Uchikoshi game. Not sure which one...

Tokiko Shigure’s other half?! (Her bangs are... not entirely cut off.)

And that’s how the bodies got cut in half molecularly. It wasn’t teleportation, and it wasn’t a portal like in Big Hero 6.... it was just a really, really, really thin string. But does that mean everyone was sliced like that while they were still alive? And why are there two machines? And how was the body even preserved all this time, since her time of death is six hours ago?

And why do I have the sinking feeling that Shoma’s wrapped up in all this...

Ouch, she was suicidal.... that sucks.

“I can’t just leave her, but...” Leave her. Trust me. Screw her.

Wow. This is most certainly a murder dungeon. There’s a Naix symbol up there, a shower... it’s like a really, really dingy living space. And there’s lots of training equipment.

Nirvana Trial was produced here. Looks like the person living here was having their creation used without their permission. And unlike them, there was someone here who was kind to them. I’ll be furious if that’s true, but I’m betting that’s Shoma. He was affiliated with Naix and Horadori Lab, he had a creation used for evil (Robota), and Tokiko clearly knew Shoma somehow- and this might be how. He even calls a woman “Mom”...

Huh? So, something about a “Mom”... and that he hates “him”... and that he was bleeding from the mouth after he was punched in the face. Jin Furue? But who’s “Mom?” And is she the one degree of separation connecting everyone else? Also, no way this can be Shoma- he’s extremely weak.

That’s how Jin died! He was punched by this person, got his tooth knocked out, left unconscious... and then chopped in half by him.

I’m even more sure now that “Mom” is Tokiko and “him” is Jin. Plus, Tokiko was ready to help her kid with money- and with that crazy waterfall in her office, she’s absolutely loaded.

Oh, this guy is Tearer! But could Tearer be another Ryuki? Or is it Shoma, like I thought? (That would be a twist... ) Shoma’s in the mountains, camping... but that could be a lie.

First Jin, the man he hated, who apologized insincerely for locking him away. TC-PERGE, the virus that will make humanity achieve “Moksha”. Then, Chikara, who stole something important from him. 2/13, they met the person of their destiny..... who is that? Who is that person? Is it Ryuki? Is it Shoma? ... Is it Date? I still find it suspicious that “Kaname Date” fits right into the question at the beginning of the game... But the diary stops right before Tokiko and Komeji being bisected. And Komeji’s corpse is nowhere to be found. Plus, this is minor, but why say the names out of order?

Boss is REALLY mad! And for once, Aiba’s standing up for Mizuki.

A fifth person’s blood... a victim we don’t know about yet. Who could that be?

That’s right, Mizuki. Even if your mom hated you, and you were used as nothing more than a test subject when you were a child... you’re surrounded by the best of friends and family! And you’ve got a trusty eyeball who’s defending you from your boss. Who also loves you. Which is another reason I’m suspicious about Date... Ryuki only ever looked up to him, and now that Date’s missing, he’s gone off the deep end. We don’t even know where he is right now.

Still trying to understand what “truth is only an illusion” means. Does it refer to simulation theory and that’s it? Or is there really something darker at work?

Uuuuuuugh, we’re missing so many pieces! And I’m 90% sure Amame and Tokiko have some kind of strong relationship, but hell if I know what it is!

Well, uh, Kizuna and Lien ending? Yay, they dug up the time capsule.

I wonder if it’s possible that Amame is Tearer. 1. When Shoma came face to face with Tearer, Tearer said his name was “Dahlia”. And when Tearer ran into the cathedral, he said his name was “Boat”. Dahlia is a super feminine English name, and “Boat” has something to do with water, which Amame is associated with. 2. The only time we suppose they had contact was when Amame supposedly met Tearer, when Aiba is supposed to be able to tell when there’s living organisms hiding and somehow didn’t know. Somehow, she didn’t think that the Tearer behind the curtain was a real person. But Amame could have just slipped her Tearer costume onto a mannequin. 3. Amame was apparently heavily traumatized by Tearer’s words. But she knew Tokiko before she ran into Tearer, and she knows everything about the weird videos that are coming out. Her knowledge of what the Nirvana Initiative was existed before she met Tearer face to face. And how did Tearer explain the Nirvana Initiative so fast? It doesn’t make sense unless Amame is Tearer, or she knows way, way more than she’s letting on. 4. Jin Furue’s death was practically the first thing that happened in both stories. That means that no matter what branch, Amame isn’t wrong about it being only her and her mother. Or her being dirt poor. A lot of what’s going on with her could be lies by omission. It would also explain her affection towards Gen. 5. Amame’s Somnium was weirdly fucked up for someone who supposedly held affection towards everyone in the room. Like, Saito levels of fucked up. Her Somnium was about being taken prisoner, almost...

Iris and Ota! They've got some more bullshit information! And... Yogano... who... has just proven that bullshit information right. Plus, if Aiba says that people are going out of control on the news, she's probably right. And the descriptions of the actions people are taking matches up almost exactly with Tokiko's description of how humans tried to reach Moksha. Hmm, Misetan at midnight?

Now Lien is hiding something?!

Amame’s dad is watching from heaven. She has to obey someone. The three male victims are Chikara Horadori, Andes Komeji, and Jin Furue, plus possibly a fourth person... Based on what I said earlier, I think she’s associated with Naix. Like, as I keep memeing, Tokiko is her mom or something.

Time to meet 18 year old Shoma!

He looks the same as 12 year old Shoma... But he’s a little more talkative. So, just like me. He also wants revenge, just like Ryuki does. Well, without going off the deep end.

Curious why Shoma asked about how Jin’s body blew up. A thermite bomb on a timer, obviously, but what would he use that information for? Choosing violence?

He’s still a little grumpy and hard to read. That’s normal.

Naix is at Ikume Shrine?!

The rockets from six years ago contained TC-PERGE?!

Mizuki going full sadist and reminding the Naix members that she beat the shit out of them all six years ago. And she could do it again. And will.

Masked Woman! With a baseball bat this time...

Huh. She was raised at Aioen. And experimented on at Horadori Institute.

HUH? From 9 to 15, she was raised with a different family. A sibling she loved. The most peaceful six years of her life ... The Masked Woman is Kizuna’s real Big Sis. The one Kizuna loved, and the one she misses so much.

Huh. She describes herself as a “designer baby”.

Masked woman stands the fuck up, says she needs to rest, and passes the fuck out on the ground. What a queen.

horadori jumpscare

why are horadori somniums just straight up BANGIN’

okay, well. second horror game somnium

also shoutout to chikara’s va, because you’ve had to voice this guy doing so many weird things and now he’s a horror movie scientist, and you’re still doing amazing

Wait, I just realized- this room, with its metal shutters, is where we found the left half of Tokiko’s body, aka the slicing room. She was experimented on under Horadori Institute.

HUH??? The masked woman’s Somnium has a path split!

this one is just full of horadori jumpscares eh

When his son was born, he said an eight-letter word about it. Looks like the password is a result of the path split.

Well, this Somnium is stress inducing. Mess up, and you get stabbed. Also, rudimentary stealth section, which is... annoying.

I was right again: if you don't know what Chikara said about his son, the eight letter word, you can't go down one path.

just realized that when you're hit with a horadori jumpscare, his pupils are little slits. Like a catboy's! ..... Chikara is not a catboy.

You know, I was considering a plot point where my mad scientist character drives a drill into someone's heart... but not a child's!

Why did I think this guy was a red herring again? He's completely messed up!

HOLY SHIT!!! A DRILL?! WITH YOUR BARE HANDS?!

Yeah, that's what I thought. Cause a worldwide, simultaneous bug. Using TC-PERGE. And the rehearsal's at Misetan.

Are you bringing Masked Woman? Yes you are!

Those dark lines under his eyes... he's clearly doing worse. I wonder if he's Tearer, with Date's help. Or if Date's Tearer and he's helping.

Masked Woman: Hey.

Ryuki: You...

Masked Woman:

Ryuki:

Masked Woman: *beats the shit out of him*

Mizuki: Why did you punch him?!

Masked Woman: I kicked him too.

Phew, there was no virus in that rocket...

There's Komeji's left half. We still don't know how they're messing with the time of death...

So I noted after hitting the twist of AITSF that there was a plot reason why there was nothing after the Ota ending. I'm wondering if it's the same for the Komeji ending- for some reason, Tearer has to cut Komeji in half. That would be awful for Shoma.

Get the bow... Komeji's bowtie, maybe? Which would prove they're different people?

... wait. Mizuki has a younger sister? Who? Who's just forcibly inserting little girls into everyone's lives?

Chocolate for Shoma!

Wait, what Komeji found and hid away was... a corpse?! The left half of someone's body?! Was that the same six years ago and today?

Kizuna's missing again?! This is just like the Explosion ending...

I wonder if the twist is that Mizuki's story doesn't actually take place after Ryuki's. It takes place in a timeline that appears similar but is fundamentally different.

Right, Lien's friend is someone named Quartz, but we don't know anything about them.

Hmm. He doesn't kill when he doesn't have to.

MIZUKI LIFTING NOISES

Same as Ryuki. She gets hit with an eyeball destroying blast of electricity.

Now Ryuki's turning on her. That's why I'm 90% sure that Tearer is Date.

How did one bullet knock Tearer out?!

Psync with Tearer, eh?

Doesn't the existence of the chemical plant Psync machine completely spoil AITSF?!

if this is Tearer's room, wonder if we'll actually see the faces of his victims.

Wait, "Terrible, terrible, terrible... That guy can just die" is from TEARER'S somnium??? In which case it's likely referring to Jin Furue.

'Mom help me'.

Oooo a walking puzzle! I love these things!

Jin had tumors in only one half of his body. Is it possible that this child was being used by Jin as someone to harvest organs from?

Looks like he kept that resentment until adulthood. Of course he did- he was a prisoner and a human test subject.

Oh. You're fucking kidding me. Jin Furue is Tokiko and Chikara's son. And Tearer is her son too.

Well. That was fucked up.

Somnium end.

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lishadesu · 2 years

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Chapter 1: Gong Zhuoliang

Translated by: LishaDesu

So uncomfortable... I can't breathe... help...

"cough...cough...cough..."

Gong Zhuoliang knew that he was coughing so much to the point where his facial features distorted that he must be looking very ugly right now, but he only chose to ignore his image problem for now and kept coughing until his chest ached so much as he breathed heavily in order to absorb enough oxygen as possible for his own body.

Gong Zhuoliang cursed in his heart. What kind of lifeguard was that guy from the luxury cruise ship who really resembled a model and looked extremely useful! He fell into the sea for a long time and no one even came to save him! He just easily sinked just like that after such a long flop!

He wants to complain! He must really complain!

"I lived!"

"Miss, what's wrong ah!"

"Oh my god..."

Mi... Miss?

Gong Zhuoliang, who had finally regained his breath slowly returned to his consciousness. As his vision became clearer, he finally saw the women who exclaimed behind him. At this moment, Gong Zhuoliang was horrified—he didn't fell into the sea? What about the cruise ships? Who could let him know who these burly old aunts are?

"Just what is going on here? What are you all doing here, why don't you carry the eldest mistress back to the room?!"

Suddenly, a sharp and high-pitched female voice came up that made all the maids surrounding Gong Zhuoliang and carrying him in a hurry. Gong Zhuoliang almost couldn't help but groan in pain, but he didn't want to bother about the pain anymore. He just stared blankly at what was happening in front of him.

The courtyard, the pond, the maids in their ancient costumes, and a middle-aged beautiful woman with a voice comparable to He Dong Shi [1], and as well as the 'eldest young lady'…. Gong Zhuoliang only felt the darkness swarming before his eyes before he fell unconscious.

When he regained consciousness once again, Gong Zhuoliang was lying in the warm bed. He slowly opened his eyes, then stared at the wooden bed posts and bed curtains in his sight.

As a post-80s idol novelist , YY genres[2] is one of his commonly used themes. But the genre he is especially good at writing is 'Fantasy Magic', while he sucked at 'Martial Historical' , especially the historical harem style. But now, in front of Gong Zhuoliang, everything excites his whole being, especially when hearing the names of the servants who echoed in his mind…

He moved his sore arm. Gong Zhuoliang's whole body was soft as if it was not his own. Still not convinced of his state, he wanted to completely confirm the situation below him, but then he soon discovered that moving was impossible as he was actually tied into a long column with a wide cloth belt!

Gong Zhuoliang twisted and tried to get out of the quilt, but the sound he made only alarmed the people who were guarding him. Gong Zhuoliang heard heavy footsteps who quickly approached the bed. Then the pink bed curtain was raised. As he got up, a big round face comparable to a pancake came over to him.

"Hey, my eldest mistress, just save your energy and don't bother anymore. You really don't pity us for the embarrassment you caused for us servants. You should also think about your mother. If you hurt the old lord and the madam, it would be really a big matter, then how could Aunt Wu live in this house in the future?"

The fat maid looked down at Gong Zhuoliang, her voice was acerbic and her expression was full of disdain. This appearance completely made Gong Zhuoliang feel angry, but he cannot offend the behemoth in front of him so Gong Zhuoliang simply closed his eyes and ignored her rambling, only wondering in his mind how this all happened.

After the initial panic passed, Gong Zhuoliang's brain recovered. He remembered that he went to S City to do an autograph promotion for the publication of his new book. A sponsor gave him a ticket for a luxury cruise so he didn't have to take the plane and experience being alone. He didn't expected to be swayed into the sea as he was watching a scenery on the deck, and then only when he woke up, he was now a 'young miss' who jumped into a pond to commit suicide... Could it be that he really drowned like that?

"Miss Li-er, is the eldest mistress awake?"

A soft and somewhat immature female voice came. Gong Zhuoliang's heart trembled violently, but he also felt that the voice was quite familiar, however he's sure that there could be no such a little loli among the people he knew so Gong Zhuoliang couldn't help but be curious as open his eyes again to look at the person approaching his bed.

"Ruo Lan..."

The slightly weak soft child's voice sounded within his ears and Gong Zhuoliang was once again terrified. Was this baby voice resembling the Jiangnan water actually from him? He honestly hadn't had a chance to see his own body and appearance right after falling unconscious then waking up twice, and he was only fully awake now. Could it be that he has actually become a child?

Wait, more importantly, why did he just suddenly call out the name of this beautiful young lady? Remembering that she was not only an experienced maid who always follows after the madam, but was only fourteen this year. This young lady was also one of the few people in this mansion who was kind to him.

"It's Miss Ruolan, ah! Wake up, wake up."

As soon as the fat woman looked at the person who came, she immediately stepped back a few steps to make way for her by the bed with a sudden warm smile on her face that was completely different from just now.

"The madam has something to tell me to tell the eldest lady. My sister-in-law must've been tired after being busy for a long time. Go back first. I will be watching over the eldest mistress."

Ruo Lan did not greet the servant girl, but only gave a light expression. After talking and the maid left the room, she carefully closed the door again and then walked to Gong Zhuoliang's bedside with a somewhat forlorn expression on her face.

"Second Young Master... Eldest Mistress, what is bothering you? Even if you had to neglect your own self, just please think about Concubine Wu[3]. Right after knowing that something happened to you, Concubine Wu weeped."

After solving the cloth straps tied on Gong Zhuoliang, Ruo Lan helped him sit against the pillow then sat on the edge of the bed and held Gong Zhuoliang's numb arm, kneading it gently for him.

"How is my mother?"

Another word that he uttered out of nowhere. Gong Zhuoliang instantly pinched the center of his forehead with his other hand then both unfamiliar and familiar images gradually showed up in his mind. Although some memories are vague, it is enough for Gong Zhuoliang to sort out the life experience of this poor child that he's currently possessing... and it was really an old-fashioned, dog-blood plot.[4]

This child's name is magically exactly the same as his own. In view of what happened to him today, Gong Zhuoliang temporarily classified him as having his own providence.

According to this child's memory, Gong Zhuoliang knew that the current dynasty was called the Celestial Dynasty, and the reigning Emperor was Hongzheng Emperor who is now around 39 years old. Gong Zhuoliang determined that this did not belong to any period in his known history as a young man who's currently in the historical timeline. In general, he could only determine that he is in the ancient era!

Then there is the life experience of this child. Thank God, this child is a real male. His father is the richest man in this city. It is also said that his family is a Beijing official and his mother is a Qinyi who's from Jiangnan[5] but ended up marrying into a businessman. And there was also a jealous first wife in their family, anybody could already imagine how the life of this mother and son goes.*

(*TL/N: During historic times, as long as a man holds a very important position at the palace ((ex. Prime Minister, Ministers, General, Military Advisors, Marquis, etc.)), they're allowed to gather as many wives and concubines as they want, hence there are first wife, second wife, third wife... and so on.

The first wife has the highest position in the household after the husband, and is usually in-charge of managing some harem matters, whilst the concubine has the lowest... So in order for a concubine's position to rise, they must be able to satisfy the said-Husband and leave a good impression on them.

In a household containing lots of wives and concubines, hatred and jealousy is inevitable. The said-wives who had a high position usually loves to bully the concubine, and that goes the same with the children of the wives towards a concubine's child)

And if that's the case, Gong Zhuoliang who's now a concubine is one of the young master living in the palace family, and he could live a relaxed life even when he turned into an adult. However, in this era, the situation is exactly like the Ming Dynasty. It is also common for a man to marry another man to fill the house, and so Mrs. Gong [6] openly asked Gong Zhuoliang to be her "daughter" to support him. Her intentions are obvious, and in this era when the direct wife is very important, the family could also treat her as one of the head of the family other than their Father.[7] No one dared to oppose her decision. And about Gong Zhuoliang's meek father...don't count on him at all.

"Concubine Wu cried too sadly. She finally fell asleep in relief when she knew that you were fine. I went to see her before I came, I think she's fine by now"

Ruo Lan squeezed Gong Zhuoliang's arm up, her eyes fell on the young man's pale and thin face, her nose couldn't help but reddened. The poor second young master who's been suffering for so many years is now driven to a dead end.

"Ruo Lan..."

Gong Zhuoliang looked down at his own fair little hands that completely resembled chicken claws. He didn't know what to say to the little girl in front of him. The memory of this child was vague without any comprehendible details at all. It is not coherent.

Gong Zhuoliang remembered that this child's first sister had just married the eldest son of the local prefect who used to have a fiancée that had been betrothed to him since childhood but died.

It was also said that the eldest son was also a sickly child who had been inseparable from medicine bottles since childhood. A few days ago, the eldest son's betrothed fiancée died and right now, he was also too ill to get married at this point, that's why their family decided to be married with a successful merchant family like the Gong household for the sake of good luck, but then just before the wedding could happen, the bride had already eloped with her servants.

The Gong family knew what they had done, and then they could only wait for the young man to die before they would take the chance to give 'justice' for him and placed his name at the top post as their way for absolving the crime they've done, announcing to everybody how this child had fought 'till the end, in order to leave a good impression to the young man's family, so even if their child that was married to their son had now became a widower, they could still use the prefect's name for any connections as their 'relatives' and as their 'in-law's…. They had really come up with such a good scheme, ah.

Gong Zhuoliang lowered his head to hide the coldness in his eyes. How could he let these bastards get their wish? The child in his memory was kind and filial, but he was forced to death by these relatives. Now he is somehow alive again and if he didn't teach them a lesson for the sake of this child, Gong Zhuoliang would despise himself.

"Eldest Miss... Second Master! My good Second Young Master, Madam, has already agreed to Ruo Lan's dowry. If Ruo Lan would be by your side in the future, she will definitely not let others bully you anymore. If she couldn't, I'll have to be punished to take ten thousand steps back. You'll just have to visit the old ancient Buddha to clarify... It will not be worse than it is now, please be sure to look at it."

Ruo Lan said and clenched Gong Zhuoliang's little hand, her eyes were red while she was speaking, but she kept her back straight, and her beautiful little face was full of stubbornness as if to support Gong Zhuoliang with her own strength.

"Sister Ruo Lan..."

Gong Zhuoliang's eyes turned red all of a sudden. He bit his lips and looked at Ruo Lan pitifully, trying hard to restrain his instinct of letting go of her hand. God knows where did the strength of this little girl come from, his hands hurt so much when she's squeezing it like that!

"Second Young Master... Well, this title can no longer be called that in the future… 'Mistress', in short, Ruo Lan will accompany you in the future, no matter where we go the two of us will live our lives well so please don't be afraid. And don't call me 'sister' anymore or else people will be laughing at you."

Seeing Gong Zhuoliang's tears, Ruo Lan released his hand and took out her handkerchief as she gently wiped the corners of Gong Zhuoliang's eyes, and then she wiped his eye sockets, put away the handkerchief and sat down again, holding Gong Zhuoliang's other arm she she slowly massaged it again.

"I see, Ruo Lan... I won't commit suicide again, don't worry."

It would be embarrassing for a 26-year-old Gong Zhuoliang to call a 14-year-old girl a 'big sister' [8] His affection for this little girl soared again. However when he thought that the actual age of this child was only around 12 years old at the moment, Gong Zhuoliang was distressed and realized that he really had to continue pretending to be 'tender' from now on.

In this era of feudal age, Gong Zhuoliang won't dare to show a trace of abnormality. Once he was regarded as a madman* he surely wouldn't be able to escape in this small body of his and he might have to be beaten and killed by those 'family members' with a stick and be buried behind the mountain.*

(*TL/N: It meant here that if anybody noticed Gong Zhuoliang acting unlike his usual self but rather a different person, everyone would grow suspicious towards him.

*TL/N²: This story isn't surely a cultivation one but it did mention he would be beaten with a stick. From what I knew, in cultivation novels, if a certain person is guessed as being possessed by other person or either evil spirit, it could be only determine by a spiritual stick by beating that person until the said 'person/evil spirit' who's possessing would come out of the victim's body)

"Thank goodness... it's good if you think about it."

With Gong Zhuoliang's assurance, Ruo Lan finally felt relieved. Although her second young master has a soft temper, he has always kept his promises. Now, everything should be really fine.

"Well..."

Infected by Ruo Lan's sincere smile, Gong Zhuoliang finally showed a smile on his face, but was interrupted by a rumbling sound. Gong Zhuoliang felt a little embarrassed as he touched his stomach. He's actually been feeling hungry and now it makes him uncomfortable. He surely hadn't eaten for a day.

"Madam told me not to deliver meals to you today… so I can only secretly bring this in. Let's put a pad on it first."

Ruo Lan took out a small oiled paper bag from her pocket as she carefully opened it and grabbed a piece of scallion oil pancake inside. Wiped it. After breaking the cake into small pieces, she feeds them to Gong Zhuoliang. After he finally finished eating it, she carefully wrapped the oiled paper and hid them in her arms, making sure that nothing was exposed and supported Gong Zhuoliang to lie down again before she finally left and changed her face with an indifferent expression.

Such a good child, ah.

Gong Zhuoliang sighed in his heart as he watched Ruo Lan leave. He then took a deep breath and felt with his hand between his legs. He let out a long sigh... It's okay, even though he's only a little boy with no leg hair, he's still a genuine man!*

(*TL/N: to clarify what he's been doing here, he actually touched his crotch and checked if he had a pillar or not XD )

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TL/N:

Phew.... so far so good...

As this is still the first chapter and also the first MTL that I edited, my grammar still looked a little awkward here. But hopefully I'll improve soon XD

Down here, I've inscribed some footnotes. Although I did say that I was merely editing the MTL, that doesn't mean I wouldn't know a few topics and I still did my brief research for the other parts for a better understanding. Normally, I should've ignore it but I'm sort of also having fun writing the footnotes so I still did :3

But it's up to you guys whether you'd be willing to read the footnotes. I, as a danmei reader too, am very lazy to read an entire essay of footnotes from the translator unless I read something vague and I really really wanted to know everything behind that vague part... But normally, I ignore the footnotes XD

Just why am I like this? I don't like reading footnotes yet I somehow enjoy writing one ahahaha XDDDD

So here's a long one for you ~<3

Translator's Footnotes:

[1]- Based from the phrase "河东狮吼" or "Hé dōng shī hǒu" which meant: The lioness from Hedong roars.

This is actually an idiom that refers to a 'shrewish wife' or a 'henpecked husband'

[2]- YY genre.

The abbreviation of the 2 Chinese characters "意淫" or Yi Yin which is specifically translated as "Mental Masturbation". However, there's also derivative term for these two characters which is "to fantasize about, to have (sexual or other) fantasy about"

Basically any stories where the protagonist is invincible as heck while at the same time, it had an inhumane level of porn are referred to as YY novels XD

SVSSS readers should've already known about this certain abbreviation haha!

[3]- Concubine Wu. Gong Zhuoliang's birth mother.

[4]- 'Dog-blood plot'

If you have read quite a number of Chinese transmigration novels, you must've already encountered this word before? Or perhaps some of you already had some knowledge about this word.

To those who're not quite aware, the word 'Dog-blood' is a Chinese way of referring to a story or perhaps a plot that's either too cliché or predictable....

[5]- "A QinYi who's from Jiangnan", meaning the birth mom of Gong Zhuoliang must be a delicate beauty.

Jiangnan means "South of river", in which it refers to the Southern part of China. Any woman born in Jiangnan is mostly known as a person with a gentle and delicate temperament.

Another thing, this "QinYi" is actually a real person who's well-known as the most beautiful woman in China. So if a woman is called a "Qin Yi", it means that the woman is beautiful.

[6]- Mrs.Gong.

She must be the said first wife who's married into the Gong Family before Gong Zhuoliang's own mother joined the household as a concubine. And so this Mrs. Gong must not be his true blood-related mother, however, since she's also a wife of Gong Zhuoliang's father, she could be determine as his own 'mother' or rather his step-mother.

[7]- Direct wife.

As I said from my first TL notes, when a man married a woman yet still gathered tons of women as his own concubines, that married woman would be called the first wife or 'direct wife'

Direct wife/ first wife had the strongest tyranny into the household as she's the only legal wife who married the head of the family. The direct wife/first wife is the one in-charge of managing the other women in the household; the leading-role of the wives; And could be also determined as the 'mother-figure' to all children born in the household whether they're illegitimate or not. In the household, she had the highest authority when it comes to making decisions.

[8]- Gong Zhuoliang had been calling Ruo Lan as "Jie" previously. "Jie" means "elder sister" or "big sister"

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ceruleangold · 1 year

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Boomers need so much therapy, and I wish they would get it.

I was no contact with my parents for several months last year (well, more accurately my mom was no contact with me after I told my dad to get the fuck out of my house after he was being horribly demeaning, and I wasn’t about to be the one who reached out first) and while I’ve reconnected with my mother I’ve chosen not to with my father.

I asked my mom for a favor today and she said I’d need to ask my dad, and I immediately nipped that in the bud. As I’m reiterating why, she asks me if she’s ever told me what happened with her dad (he threatened suicide in front of her twice in her teen(?) years) and I affirmed she had, and that while that was awful so was what I had experienced from my own father and that I wasn’t going to reconnect with him just because she chose to maintain contact with her own father. Her response was that she “forgave” her father, which I didn’t really find all that compelling considering she was entirely dependent on him financially when it happened.

At another point in this conversation, I expressed how deliberate and uncaring it is for my father to put such extreme emphasis on body weight & appearance with clear intent to demean. My mom cuts in that I should have heard what her mother used to say to her. It was extremely frustrating. I literally interjected that I don’t care and that just because these terrible things happened to her doesn’t mean she should be normalizing it for me.

There’s this continuous thread with my mother where she’s endured something painful and been unable to set a boundary so to her that constitutes forgiveness, and I just don’t think that’s what forgiveness is. I think someone has to actually be sorry to warrant forgiveness. My dad is not sorry, and will never be sorry, and I know that for certain because I’ve gone no-contact with my dad at least four other times since I graduated college in 2012. You’d think that these other episodes of being no contact would have initiated change if he’d ever actually been sorry, how it’s frustrating that I always have to make myself vulnerable any time contact is reinstated after a no-contact period and that he never has to take responsibility.

My mom always acts an imaginary intermediary where she claims he knows he needs to do better, that she’s talked to him, that he’s “sorry” and yet I’ve never heard the word out of the man’s mouth in my entire life. Once when I was a kid $20 went missing from his wallet and he decided I’d taken it and retaliation ensued. He later found the money, and when I found out, he doubled down and said I must have put the money back when he was wasn’t looking.

“Your father’s been there for you,” my mom said, grasping for straws. He hasn’t. It’s a major point of contention; In October, I bought a table on OfferUp and needed help transporting the table back to my house. So I reach out to my father for my biannual favor, and he agreed to help me pick up the table. Day of, I’m at the bank getting the cash and ring him up to get an ETA. He tells me he won’t be coming because it’s “too far” from his house, and if he did come it would the last favor he ever did me. He should be a medium with that astonishing level of sight.

Up to that point I’d been driving the 36 miles to my parents’ condo several times a month because my mom didn’t want to. When he ditched me that day, I heatedly informed my mother that I was done and would not be coming to their home anymore. Round II. Next day, after arguing with me about pickup arrangements and trying to get me to harass the sellers, my parents show up with the table and we try to bring it in inside. In impressive time he begins calling me a number of pejorative things. My mom has zero recollection of this. I looked at her and was like “why do I think I told him to get the fuck out of my house??” and she replies, “Oh, well your mood had been building over the two days.”

Must be nice not to remember.

Look, I love to make snarky comments, and I’ll talk shit. I’m impatient. I’m also conflict avoidant. I’m a “I hope everyone wins” type, and like to think I give most situations enough nuance to consider the needs of all involved. I don’t like fighting, and I specially don’t like who I am around my father, how nasty I can become. When I went no contact, I had to tell my friends individually over an extended period of time because I was embarrassed to consider what they’d think of me telling my own family to get the fuck out of my house. It’s embarrassing. Who wants to say they talk to their family members like that?

For the record, my friends were great. A few said I could always ask them for help with moving furniture because their partners had applicable vehicles. I went on a road trip with a friend in November, and when we got back, his parents said they would dog sit for me whenever they were at home (they’re serial cruisers 🚢). Another friend’s parents invited me to Thanksgiving. It really hurt me this past holiday season to have so many people offer so freely when every single moment between my father and I has been transactional from as far back as I can remember.

Back in August my optometrist recommended I see an ophthalmologist because my optic nerve appeared inflamed. They couldn’t tell if that was the shape of my nerve or a potentially scary indication of fluid buildup in the brain (many months later I saw one and it was nothing). I told this to my mom because I was feeling anxious about the matter and explained to her that I’d been told it could be caused by hypertension. My dad had not said a word to me up to that moment and then chipped in that it was “because you’re always eating Hot Cheetos.” Cool cool cool. Glad that me being fat is so much more concern to you than the potential for me to go blind. Never change.

(Not that you have any interest anyway.)

“Your dad does instigate,” my mom admitted. You don’t say. That’s probably why he’s spent my entire life critiquing my body, my career, my home, and flinging darts aimlessly at a board to say anything hurtful he can. My favorite was the time when we got into a fight when I was packing up my senior year dorm room and he said I had no friends, while my best friend at the time quite uncomfortably whispered “Do I not count?”

My mom told me that her father & uncle didn’t speak for 20 years and that it was her uncle’s fault (uhuh), and that when the uncle was dying my grandfather went to see him & they made amends. “I hope it doesn’t take someone dying for you two to make amends.”

I’d already told her by that point in our conversation that it was way too late. It’s never too late, she’d challenged.

Even if I believed that, why exactly are you making this my cross to bear?

#personal

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thehappiestgolucky · 2 years

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Allow me for a moment, to ramble to myself about Hornet and Tiso in the Vigilante Tiso au. It’s been on brain and I wanna ramble it out.

It’s not a secret that at the start Tiso became a guardian figure to baby Hornet - initially from the request Herrah had - and later from his own free will. They bonded. They did become close.

But it’s also no secret that a divide happened. At some point Hornet even forgets she ever considered Tiso a guardian nor that they were close. She viewed his efforts as futile and draining - in spite of the hypocrisy it was. Her duty was to protect the kingdom - imposed to her upon birth afterall. His was self-inflicted.

Something caused the divide. Something started making Hornet distance herself and force her to forget it. That’s what I’ve been thinking about lately. What caused the distance?

The biggest incident I feel - is when Hornet loses Herrah. The infection is reaching such a horrific peak - that Tiso is more and more occupied. He barely has time for anyone else. The Dreamers finally take their place and Hollow is locked in the Black Egg. Hornet loses her mother at such a young age and is in desperate need of comfort, of safety, of a supportive figure. Tiso was not there. The one this child had called a guardian angel was not there during her most vulnerable hour.

The other instances - I feel are PK and WL induced. No one was privy to who Herrah had entrusted as a second guardian to Hornet. At some point through baby Hornets own mannerisms - they deduce that the Vigilante has some sort of influence on her. A bad incfluence on royalty, that needed to grow up to protect their kingdom. It’s not big what they did, with the limited time they had, but it was seeds of doubt that were left for an emotionally hurt Hornet to dwell and fester on when the time came. They weren’t planning on it to emotionally devastate her - let’s not get it wrong. They simply wanted Horent to not be badly influenced - feeling like since the Vigilante was known for also messing with the Pale Rulers, they’d be trying to sabotage other kingdoms too. They wanted Hornet to understand that as a royal she had certain duties that a Vigilante would never understand. They didn’t know the attatchment. They didn’t even know fully if it was the Vigilante. Personally, this is one of the least bad things they’ve done, if anything it’s actually understandable why they’d want to try and distance a baby Hornet from influences that might cause disorder for both their kingdom - and Deepnest. Of course they were wrong as Herrah delibrately chose Tiso.

But oh did it end up causing a tear. A still growing and hurt Hornet was left to fester on it, that when Tiso eventually tried to get back into looking after her - especially now Herrah was gone - she snapped.

Hornet as she is now doesn’t remember the incident - choosing to bury those memories along with others in a very unhealthy manner to forget this traitor that abandoned her. Not fully anyway. She remembers, when she thinks about it, there was shouting from her, but the details are blurred. It’s ingrained more in Tiso’s mind than hers.

But she did snap. She was a small bundle of emotions and pain. She had just lost her mother. She had been allowed to think and think and think to the point of running in circles and convincing herself of the worst possibilities. She was still young. It hurt Tiso. It did. Even after as he tried to mend things she avoided him, until eventually he stopped trying, needing to once again focus on other things. But he always kept an eye on her. Simply at a distance. He never blamed Hornet.

Now I’ve rambled about how much they got divided and how ouchy it is yes - but remember this is still me and they are still absolutely found fam. They do mend their relationship. One of the biggest factors I feel - is the sign of hope that Ghost brings. You’ve got two bugs going through it - both going through the futile effort of trying to protect what’s left as the Infection begins to slowly creep back up again. Hornet didn’t bond with the vessels that Tiso had rescued thus far. She was trying to spare them their fate - whilst he was trying to allow them a chance at a normal life they were denied. Ghost became the only other sibling besides Hollow that Hornet had bonded with. Ghost also bonded and got very attatched to Tiso. Ghost brought a hope with them that the two probably never thought could exist anymore. Hope allows for change.

So you’ve got these two that have a strained relationship now close to the same person. You’ve got Hornet being slapped in the face with the fact all her siblings consider Tiso a father - Ghost doubly is not subtle about this fact. You’ve got Hornet now recalling the things Tiso did for her all the way back when she was a tiny feral baby.

But she’s still hurt. He still wasn’t there when she lost her mother. She still had those festering thoughts about a Vigilante that she has trouble distancing Tiso from.

What I’m saying is this time she deserves to vent. Vent without pushing him away but instead letting him stay and listen. And this time her staying when she’s done and hearing his side. She’s only a teen, but she’s learned to listen. Trauma does things to your growth.

Both their hurts are valid. Which is why they both deserve to talk it out healthily to one another. Post game naturally - as they’re occupied beforehand. It doesn’t fix things immediatly, naturally it doesn’t. That’s not how it works. But it’s a big step in the right direction. There’s no more buried hurt they’re festering over - they both know how they’ve hurt the other. They’ve both apologised. Which means they both can start moving in the better direction of mending and improving their relationship. Hornet takes ages before she considers Tiso a sort of guardian again - and being forced to be her own guardian also made it take a while. But she can’t deny it - it is nice when she does think it a couple of times. It’s like remembering the nicer times in a dark place. It’s just nice for her to slowly have a family again, to be allowed to be a child, a sister, in a family.

Their relationship was rocky, and its one of the reasons why I think about it sometimes. It’s had many ups and downs thanks to circumstances and emotionally charged decisions but at the end of the day they still are family. They still end up getting better and choosing to be a father and daughter after everything they’ve been through.

*holds gently, sobbing* You don’t understand I just fucking love the found family trope and it gives me emotions-

#happy screms #vigilante tiso #ehhh don’t feel like yeeting this in the main tags #yeehaw me completely and unapologetically using me headcanons throughout this au and ramble?#i say- as i think to myself no one wants to hear this shit-#i just. god found fam. it’s gives me so many feels #it’s the best troupe i will fight over this #it’s the choosing to be a family through any hardships and actively mending it for the better for me-#relationships aren’t perfect! shit happens! hornet and tiso had their whole lives fucked over!#hornet lost her mum as a kid! tiso had just basically lost both his dads around that time too!#they were both hurting so fucking much and it naturally had a knock on effect #*holds head in hands* god fucking dammit why does this au do these things to my brainnnnn hhhhhhhhhhhh #happy rambles

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Best Friends Forever

Summary: Your best friend finally has you back after all these years, tied up on his bed and ready to learn your lesson.

Tw: nsfw, non-con, slight mention of blood, threats, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk, cursing, infantilization, possessive behavior, patronizing behavior, overuse of petnames, slight dom vibezz

You knew your boyfriend was a lost cause, an addict so gone he would have done anything for a fix, but you never expected him to stoop so fucking low.

You had woken up in a suspiciously familiar place, laying on sheets oh so soft, puffy and white you simply couldn’t mistake the bed you were on. The walls were painted in black and blue, a combination so deeply engraved in your mind you couldn’t shake off the feeling you weren’t trully conscious, but dreaming of a happy yet distant memory of the past. It took you less than a second to realize you were in his room - the one where you had spent so many joyfull sleepless nights back in your youth. The relief was short - lived, though, because the moment you tried to move around, you became aware of the tight rope keeping your sore limbs tied to the wooden bed frame. After a while of twisting and thrashing around while screaming at the top of your lungs for help you finally heard the door open. You hoped you would at last be able to go home now, still desperate to believe this was merely a prank, a way for your junkie of a boyfriend to scare you into giving him money.

“There is no use trying to escape the bonds, my little love.” His voice emited through the small room, low, smooth as butter and softer than ever. You tried to lift your head and catch a glipse of the person talking, just to make sure you weren’t imagining things or going insane. And there he was in all his glory, the boy, no, the man you knew well looking so different from how you remembered him, but still it felt impossible not to see the many similarities - from the unruly dark curls to the warm gray eyes that used to be your only guide during times of misery and pain. This was none other than your childhood best friend and you had absolutely no idea why you were tied to his bed. “Oliver, why on earth am I here?” You asked as soon as the initial shock had worn off, completely forgetting to address the weird petname the student had called you.

He smirked slightly before crossing the distance keeping him away from you, and carefully sat down by your left side. He reached out to stroke your cheek in an affectionate way, his fingers lingering for a moment too long for it to be considered a mere platonic gesture. You tried to turn your head away from the warm touch since it made you feel uncomfortable and left you with so many new questions. “I missed you so much, precious.” Oliver took a deep breath and smiled at you, gently moving your jawline so you had no choice but to face him once again. “I was so happy when that disgusting piece of shit you call a boyfriend offered you to me.” The man bent to your shoulder-level and whispered in your ear, his tone so full of sick satisfaction you could swear there was honey dripping from his mouth. “I paid a lot of money to have you back, sweetheart.” He licked his lips in an obscene, suggestive way and you had to supress the sudden urge to vomit as you finally remembered exaclty why you had stopped contacting your best friend once you had started college. The boy used to be clingy, obsessive even, but you could have never guessed it was that bad.

“Oliver, please untie me, you are scaring me.” You pleaded in a tiny voice, hoping to summon what was left of the goodness he had tucked away deep in his heart. In response the male only chuckled and shook his head as he placed a small kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver in discomfort and disgust while you were mentally debating whether you wanted to kill him or your ex boyfriend first. Soon your spiteful thoughts were replaced by panic when your captor brought his hand to your t-shirt and started unclasping the small buttons one by one. You couldn’t help but turn red from embarassment the moment you felt your nipples harden under his palm and you became painfully aware you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your former friend had your tender breasts exposed to the cold air in a matter of seconds, his terrible fingers already pinching and pulling at the erect tips. “You have such pretty tits, darling.” He said huskily while squeezing your boobs, licking and biting the stretched skin. You hissed in pain and squirmed in a desperate attempt to move away but the rope was holding you in place, tightening around your sore injured wrists even more.

“I have wanted you for so long, angel.” The student admitted quietly, his stormy eyes fixed on yours, his stare so intense it could burn a hole through you. “Tonight I will make you mine.” Oliver declared with a clear sense of confidence and claimed your lips in a quick rough manner, muffling your pitiful whimpers like a man starved and hungry for flesh. The forced kiss and his deranged words made your stomach turn but something in his longing gaze told you there was a lot more in store. The guess, much to your horror, was soon confirmed when the dark - haired male reached down between your parted legs and easily slipped your panties down to your ankles. With your last bit of protection gone you felt awfully vulnerable, literally naked in front of the beast too keen on the past to see how much he was hurting you right now, in the present. You wanted to scream the second his fat grabby fingers pried your folds open, but choking on your desperate sobs proved easier at that moment.

“Aww, don’t cry, angel.” Oliver growled playfully and slid his index into your tight entrance, quickly adding a second one before you had the time to adjust properly. “I have to prepare you, baby, otherwise my cock may just tear you apart.” He remarked in low sickening voice, the excuse too crude and vulgar to be an act of caring. You whined as your walls clenched down tight now that there were three fingers stretching your hole, and you berely managed to utter “too full” before your friend pulled you for a deep kiss again, his tongue devouring your mouth, leaving you breathless and queit while sucking in the sweet pained moans. “You can take it, babygirl.” The man groaned against your swollen red lips and grabbed your hips in a strong hold - you were sure there would be purple bruises there tomorrow.

Eventually, after half an hour of pushing his fingers in and out of your channel, lapping at your neck and leaving wet love marks all over your collarbone, the student was satisfied with his work. He had turned you into a whimpering mess and was ready to thoroughly enjoy the fruits of his labor, whether you liked it or not. “I am going to put it in now, precious.” Oliver pecked you on the cheek just to lick the salty trace of tears off your puffy skin. “I will force my whole length in your perfect little pussy.” Your captor bit your sensitive earlobe and you broke down in tears like a kid, the threat ringing in your ears like the gospel. “This might hurt a bit so I advise you to stay still and relax, baby.” The way the man continued casually, almost cheerfully, as if he wasn’t about to brutally rape you, made your skin crawl, but there was nothing you could do. You were all tied up, powerless to stop him. Suddenly, without any warning, his hard thick member entered you, piercing pain spreading through your whole body. The student panted in pleasure as soon as he thrust his manhood into your heat, the way it sucked him in leaving him high and blissful. You let a few miserable whimpers, the ache too much to bear, his moves too harsh, sudden and deep.

“Don’t give me such a-agh tormented expression, my love.” Oliver quickly shushed you by putting his hand over your mouth and pressing down to prevent any noise that might have escaped. His gaze was lustful, insane, but also loving in a twisted, perverse way. “Fuck, I love you so much.” He muttered, his voice gentle for a split second before going back to being taunting and mocking. “I used to be so angry each and every time you dated another guy, another asshole who was only after your body.” The man was rambling now, his face turning red at his own vicious thoughts, his growing anger reflecting in his cloudy pupils and his painful thrusts. “You always chose them over me like a stupid little bitch ...” He whispered dangerously and lifted your body towards his own so you could take his hits even deeper, so deep that you could feel the tip of his member kissing your cervix. “Well, now you don’t have a choice, angel. I have claimed you and I will keep you here forever.” You were crying out in agony, your pussy clamping down around the enormous length slapping again and again against your core. It burned so bad you wished you could dissapear somewhere far away just so you could have a moment of relief. “Oh, sweetheart, I know it hurts, but it’s almost over, you can take it for me, right?” The male cooed at you, switching back to that disgusting, infantilizing baby voice you had already grown to despise. When you failed to respond he gripped your throat, squeezing so tightly blood rushed to your cheeks and you inhaled sharply though your mouth only to feel the suffocation cut your breath short. “Answer me.” He barked through gritted teeth and you nodded frantically, desperate to gasp for air and cling onto dear life.

“Good girl.” Your former friend purred, pleased with your obedience, and let go of your neck, grabbing your hips instead. You coughed and drooled pathetically until you managed to resume your breathing, but the man, still buried deep inside you, seemed too caught up in chasing his own pleasure to notice how badly he had hurt you. Fortunately for you Oliver was really close, that much was obvious by his furious shoves at your abused cervix and his low growls each time he lowered his head to kiss you. Soon he came with a loud moan, painting your walls white, your ruined hole dripping with his seed and your blood.

Your captor seemed satisfied afterwards, peaceful in a way - there was a small smile adorining his cold lips as he wiped the tears off your face and squished your bruised body against his strong frame in a tight hug. You bit your tongue to stop the tears from overflowing once again, but to no avail. He let you sob in his arms until there wasn’t liquid left in your red, puffy eyes.

“You did very well, my love. I am really proud of you.” Oliver kissed your temple gently, resisting the temptation to graze you all over again with his lips, tongue and fingers. “I will help you clean up, then I will fix you some nice dinner.” He murmured in your ear, tickling the heirs on the back of your neck with his warm breath. “Doesn’t this sound good, baby?”

You closed your eyes and nodded slowly.

#yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #male yandere #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yancore #male yandere x you

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