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abbyromanoff · 6 months

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PAIRINGS: Ghostface!Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2581

WARNINGS: bottom!Nat, kinda dark reader, Mommy (R), smut obvi, mentions of face riding, hand jobs, breeding, little!Nat, praise, pet names, Nat is referred to as “bear” a lot, small angst, wrote this in abt an hour so it’s not that great :/, think that’s all tho :)

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Screams echoed through the dark alley, and Nat cursed herself for not thinking to cover the victim’s mouth. Someone could hear, and with the news of the recent killings spreading, she didn’t want to risk finally being caught.

The blood oozed out of the man’s wound, and Nat smiled as she grabbed her camera. She examined her surroundings, making sure nobody was nearby before she took multiple photos, placing them in her pocket after making sure they were perfect for you. She sent a text your way, updating you on her completion before removing the mask and cloak, placing them in her bag while she placed a single headphone in, making sure she looked like a normal citizen and not a killer who just took away the life of an innocent man. You told her to be safe on her voyage home and received a quick photo of her grinning with a thumbs up, giving you all the closure you needed as you set up the bath. You ensured the water was hot so it would cool to an even temperature by the time she was home. You placed her favorite toys in the pile of bubbles and ventured into the kitchen, waiting for the oven to set off and to hear the twisting of keys to your shared apartment.

“Mommy? I’m home!” You heard a giggly Nat alert you, causing you to peek your head out of the room. She smiled when she saw you and tried rushing forward, only to be stopped by your voice.

“Ah, ah, what’s the rule with shoes in the house?” She looked down, noticing a small trail of blood she left on the floor. She rushed an apology and placed them on the rack next to the coat hanger, continuing her way to you and throwing her arms around you in a hurry.

“Mm, I missed you, bear.” You placed your hands on both of her cheeks, squishing the plush skin before leaving a quick peck on her lips. Her dimples shined under her large blush and you chuckled, placing one last kiss on her forehead before grabbing her plate of food.

“I know you must be so hungry after all your hard work today, I thought you deserved a little treat.”

“Breakfast for dinner? Oh, thank you, Mommy!” You knew it was her favorite, and while it was a bit of a hassle, you’d rather spend half an hour cleaning if you got to see her smile so large. She poured the maple syrup over her waffle before grabbing the whipped cream, only to be stopped by a hand.

“I think it’s best if Mommy does that for you, we don’t want you dirtying up your shirt, now do we?” You also knew she loved to go over the top with sweetness, whipped cream being one of those. While she deserved a lovely treat, it was best if she didn’t plow down piles of food and complain later on about stomach pain.

“Would you like me to cut your waffle for you, love?” She grappled onto your arm, resting her head on the soft skin as she watched your every move.

“Yes, please.” Her mouth felt empty, usually, she had her pacifier to soothe her in times of calmness like this. So, she took to biting her lip instead, a habit you’ve been trying to have her let go of.

“There you go. Why don’t you eat up and you can tell me all about your little adventure tonight, okay?” She nodded, instantly taking her fork and picking the piece she saw first. You sighed with contentment before taking the seat across from her, occasionally feeling her foot slap against your leg as she swung them happily.

“I even got a bunch of pictures for you!” She concluded her rant, reaching into her pocket where the Polaroids were stored.

“No talking with your mouth full, bear,” You reminded her, making her stop as she swallowed the nourishment before continuing. She placed each of them on the table, taking a sip of her apple juice before explaining each one.

“And guess what? I stabbed him, like, a billion times! I forgot to cover his mouth on accident, so I made sure to leave before anyone heard him or saw me.” You nodded along with her statements, standing alongside her as the two of you cleaned each dish.

“Now, baby, you need to make sure you’re being careful, I don’t want you to get caught.”

“I know, Mommy, I promise I’m usually really careful, but I got a little excited this time.” The man wasn’t a terrible person, but in her mind he was. He was your boss and had been setting unrealistic expectations for all of his workers, including you. This meant longer hours and more stress, which also meant less time that Nat got to spend with you. You tried making it up to her, and she didn’t blame you, but she knew this was the best gift she could offer you. After all, you do so much for her, you deserved a thank you.

“That’s alright, we’re just going to need to wait a little bit longer until we find someone, this time.”

The two of you quickly finished the load of dishes, thankful that there wasn’t a lot. You led her to the bathroom, helping rid her of her clothing before she settled in the bathtub. She played with the toys, allowing her giggles to be presented instead of shying away. She was never appreciated in the ways you showed her, so being able to remove that ounce of fear she held felt undeniably relieving.

“Mommy, can I ask you something?” She asked in a low voice, clinging onto the towel you wrapped around her. You furrowed your brows but gave her permission, your worry only growing as her gaze faltered to the floor.

“Do you really think I’m good at this type of stuff?” She had been trained her entire life to kill, it was all she ever knew. She was of the highest rankings at such a young age, but the constant competition and downgrading she received failed to fill her confidence. All she ever wanted was to be good enough, and now that goal was even more important with you by her side.

“Oh, honey, of course, you are! I’m always so proud of you and your work, nothing will ever change that.” She sat on the edge of the bed, the cracked window causing goosebumps to erupt on her naked skin. You took the signal to shut it before returning, kneeling before her as you patched up a small cut on her knee. She eyed the Frozen bandaid with a smile, running her fingertip over the area before returning her gaze to you.

“But you don’t seem as excited about it as before, am I doing something wrong?” Her lips formed into a pout that she tried to hide, only to be exposed as you brought her face to meet yours.

“No, that’s not it at all. I’m so sorry, bear, I’ve been so stressed over work, and with the holidays coming up, I guess I’ve been neglecting you as a result. I’m so sorry, it was never my intent to hurt you.” She relished in the fact that the truth was now out and she could be at ease, but she felt saddened at your reaction. She didn’t want to hurt you, but now you were the one with a heavy heart.

“No, it’s okay! I- I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t doing something wrong, I’m not mad at you.” You rubbed her sides gently, taking the seat next to her as you wrapped your arm around her small frame. She rested her head on your shoulder out of instinct.

“You did so well tonight, I think I’m going to hang those photos up on the fridge so I’ll always be reminded of how talented you are.” Her legs rested on top of yours as she kissed your cheek in appreciation. You chuckled, doing the same to her while your hand rested on her thigh. You inched further, watching her shuffle impossibly closer to you as a result.

“You know what I think? I think that my girl deserves a little reward for just how well she did.” Your thumb made contact with her tip, the action bringing a shiver throughout Nat’s body. She grinned through a bitten lip, her cheeks turning a shade of red as you removed the skin from her teeth.

“You need to stop that, baby, you know I don’t like it.” She rushed a quick apology before a small gasp left her. She removed the towel from her lower half, only to see your hand now wrapped around her length, stroking a continued motion slowly.

“M- Mommy, that feels really nice.” You hummed, your eyes falling to the area of attention. You removed your hand, causing a whine of disapproval from your girlfriend. You shushed her, guiding her to lay on her back as she spotted her stuffed animal. It was a plush dinosaur that you got her years ago, she still cherished it. You pressed a kiss to her forehead before doing the same to the soft creature in her arms.

“Close your eyes, I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” She questioned when you stood in front of the door. You turned to look at her as you removed your shirt, exposing the black bra to her eyesight. They widened, her cock hardening even further before you closed the door behind you. She tried to follow your orders of sitting tight and closing her eyes, but the anticipation was so high. She wanted to know what you were doing, she wanted to feel your touch again. Her palm lowered down her body without realization, and she couldn’t hold back the whimper as she brushed over her balls. They were so sensitive, but you always said that was your favorite part about them.

“Natty, baby? Are your eyes closed?” She retracted her hand instantly, hoping you wouldn’t get a glance at her antics. You were never one for letting her touch herself, she suspected that wasn’t going to change tonight.

“Yup!” She heard the door squeak and had to fight the urge to look, but she remained how you wanted her, and she knew that pleased you when she heard small cooing.

“Aren’t you just the cutest little girl ever? Mommy is so, so lucky to have you, bear.” You ran your cool hands against her nipples, resulting in the buds hardening. She stifled a moan as you went lower, your fingers tracing over the same area she had just teased. She hoped you couldn’t tell, she never knew how but you seemed to know everything, especially when it came to her.

“I could just…eat you up!” Your hand enclosed around her cock, creating the same movements as you started earlier. She was grateful to have the return of your touch, but it wasn’t quite enough. Her hips thrusted with every stroke, her desperation being made clear to anyone who could see her.

“Oh, did you need something?” She whimpered when you came to a halt, your thumb collecting the pre cum from her drooling tip. You rubbed it over her bottom lip, letting her get a taste of the sweet nectar you grew addicted to.

“You, I…I want you.”

“But you have me, don’t you?” Your condescending tone brought her to quiver in excitement and fear.

“I need to be in you, Mommy…please?” You crooned, hovering over her length and letting the head tease your folds. You moaned, rubbing your clit in small circles. You continued until she couldn’t bear it anymore and finally let yourself soak in the pleasure, and allowing her to feel your warm walls clenching around her.

“Fuck, my little girl is so big, can barely even fit.” You groaned, interlacing your fingertips with hers. She seemed content with the praise and let her hips follow your movements, hoping she was doing it correctly in order to make you feel good, but that was quickly proven by your high-pitched moans.

“Right- right there- ah! Don’t stop, baby, don’t you dare fucking stop!” You leaned your face down, admiring the fact that she continued to comply to your request even in a state of such arousal.

“You can open your eyes now, bear.” She fluttered them open, blinking twice as she came to register the sight in front of her. The mask covered your face, the black paint looking into her eyes and she suddenly felt like someone else. She was no longer the killer, she was the victim.

“You like the mask? Yeah? Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” Your pants caused your chest to heave, your breasts bouncing in her face as a result. She removed a hand from yours, using her digits to caress the soft peaks before wrapping her lips around one, then switching to the other. The coil in her stomach tightened with each clench and each thrust, her eyes squeezing shut as she forced herself to slow down.

“Don’t hold back, bear, I want to feel your cum so deep inside of me.” She looked at you one more time for permission, using your short nod as approval to let go. Her teeth bit down gently as a result, causing you to hiss as she hurried to explain herself. You cut her off before she could speak, and she found herself unable to do so as she painted your walls white. You let her ride out her high, finding yourself unable to care for the orgasm you threatened yourself into having. It was cut short, and Nat wasn’t going to allow that.

“Mommy-”

“Shh, shh, don’t worry about me, just fill Mommy’s pussy.” Your tight hole greedily accepted her, and your womb greedily accepted her seed. You felt so full, but you were nowhere near done.

“You see this?” You pointed the knife in front of her, she gulped in fear before it led into hunger. You led the weapon to your chest as you leaned back, drawing it from the bottom of the mask to your lower waist. You grasped her palm, placing the knife in her hand as you allowed her to sit up. When doing so, her cock maneuvered inside of you, bringing a shudder of pleasure from both of you.

“I want you to mark me, baby. I want every single fucking soul to know exactly who’s Mommy I am.” She smiled, letting the object slowly and barely seep into you, it was just enough to leave a mark but nowhere near as bad to injure you greatly.

“And I want you to tell me while you write just how much of a good girl you are, and just how much Mommy loves their little bear.” You pet her head, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as she continued. You felt your hips threatening to repeat from earlier but held off until she finished.

“There, all done.” ‘Owner of Natty Bear’ was sloppily written on your skin, the blood dripping down your side as you praised the younger female.

“Mm, you did so good, Princess. Now, I think Mommy deserves a little treat, as well, yeah?” She nodded happily. “Alright, lay down, Mommy’s going to ride that cute face.”

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void-of-unparalled-chaos · 6 months

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Rending Flesh From the Bone

Ah yes, the dpxdc "drabble" I decided to write for Halloween. Honestly not too enthused with how it came out but posting it anyway. I feel like some parts feel a bit rushed and there might be some plotholes. Oh well. As always, feel free to add on if you so desire.

TW: Gore, Cannibalism, Vomiting, Zalgo Text

Translations for the Zalgo are available at the end.

AO3 version

“Are you sure about this, Hood?”

Dick stared at the entrance of the abandoned subway tunnel, Jason practically vibrating out of his armor beside him.

For once, it was Jason who had broken into Dick’s apartment and not the other way around. He was rambling something about the Joker and needing Dick’s help, and who was Dick to say no? His little brother never sought him out on his own, let alone asked for his help. Never. Dick was so proud! If he rewarded this behavior then maybe Jason would do it again, and somehow that would lead to Dick being able to give him his highly sought-after best big brother hugs whenever he wanted. Dick was still figuring out the intermediate steps.

The point is that Dick needed to help him, regardless of if this was all based on a gut feeling and not even a whisper that the Joker was around let alone planning anything. What the hell, Dick thought. Sometimes gut feelings are right, and push comes to shove, Dick will follow Red Hood around Gotham until his paranoia dies down. Then Dick can lovingly bully him into brother bonding time.

So here they were, staring into the gaping mouth of an unused tunnel.

There are worse ways he could have spent his night.

Jason grunts, fists clenched as they gaze into the blackness. “It’s almost Halloween. You know how these freaks get this time of year.”

Dick concedes the point.

“Come on,” Jason bumps against his shoulder as he stalks toward the blackness, “He’s down there I just know it.”

Dick shrugs and follows him in.

Something about it is oppressive. Like something is warning them to turn back or face the consequences. Dick swallows. He shouldn’t be getting so worked up over this. He had been in closed dark spaces like this before, tighter ones even!

“Dick.”

Jason is pointing to the ground. Dark splatters. Blood. Fresh, and more than just a little nosebleed.

They make their way further in, following the convenient blood trail even as the urge to turn around gets stronger. They only walk a few feet before a loud scream breaks the silence.

“I fucking told ya Nightwing!”

Dick grunts in response as they sprint down the tunnel, following the blood down twists and turns.

The two vigilantes slide to a stop as the tunnel breaks into a new one. There is something in this new tunnel. Something large and glowing. The Joker is screaming as it bats him around.

Dick can’t bring himself to do anything but freeze, watching and assessing.

The first thing he sees is the crown. It floats crookedly above the creature’s white hair, bathing the tunnel in light with its green fiery glow. The being’s face almost looks humanoid, with long ears tapering into points. Its body is long and spindly like a man who had been left starving on an island for several weeks. The vertebrae in its neck are visible even underneath its skin. The spinous processes of the vertebrae break through the flesh, creating a long row of protruding bones that clack and rattle as the spine moves. Its pelvis juts out as if only a thin layer of skin is covering it. The ribcage is on the outside of its body like some kind of fucked up turtle shell. Space was underneath it, the purples and blues of nebulas and the blackness of night and twinkling stars and planets rested underneath the bones.

The creature has the Joker by the neck. It reminds Dick of a cat Damian had fostered, one that had kittens and would carry them gently between her jaws. There is nothing gentle about this though. Red blood drips down to the ground as the Joker thrashes to try and free himself. The jaws tighten viciously around him and the creature shakes, flinging him around like a chew toy before slamming him down into the ground with a growl.

A skull flashes underneath its face as if its skin and cartilage are merely a transparent overlay. Sharp, jagged bone peaks rise up smoothly from its mandible in a mimicry of teeth.

The creature’s jaws are still wrapped around the Joker’s throat. He’s scrambling, screeching underneath the being despite the teeth that should be cutting into his vocal cords. The Joker scratches at its chest, trying to push it away. It merely makes a low staticky hissing noise, one of its hands pinning him down by the shoulder.

The other arm raises upwards in the air. It's too long for the body of the creature, fingers tapering into sharp points.

The claws slash downwards.

The Joker choked on a scream as the digits tore his chest open like it were tissue paper. Mouth still wrapped around his throat, the being flipped a flap of skin and fat upwards like it was turning the page of a book.

The Joker continued to struggle, blood and something green gurgling out of his mouth. The being maneuvered itself until it crouched to Joker’s side, twisting his neck with it.

The Joker stilled.

At first, Dick thought he was dead, but then he saw movement inside his chest wound.

His lungs.

His lungs were still moving.

Dick can see his lungs breathing.

The creature reaches its hand back down into the Joker’s chest, wrenching the ribcage open with a snap. The Joker begins to struggle once more, red blood and green liquid splattering on the ground.

One of the clawed hands replaced its teeth, pinning the Joker’s head down as it stuck its face inside the chest cavity. The Joker suddenly froze. When its face remerged a glowing violet orb was held between its teeth. Red and green dripped from its face.

The green was familiar.

Glowing green.

…

…Lazarus water?

The tooth-like protrusions pierce the orb with a crack.

The Joker falls silent.

His lungs are no longer moving.

The being’s head tilts back, the shattered orb disappearing down its gullet. It hunches back down over the corpse. The slimy wet sounds of its hands and head digging into the body are sickening. Dick watches as its head remerges with what looks like a kidney. The kidney follows the orb.

Dick snaps out of his shock, but not quick enough to muffle his strangled gasp.

The being catches sight of them, green eyes, lazarus green, boring into them. Dick can see the dark hollows of the skull’s orbits underneath them. His head pounds.

The creature began to stand. Its joints, too many joints, creaked as it unfolded its legs. It seemed like it struggled to maneuver its stiff limbs. Like it’s fighting against rigor mortis Dick noted absently.

Now standing at full height, the being’s crown nearly scraped the top of the ten-foot ceiling. Its maw parted, blue vapor billowing out between the spiked protrusions that were its teeth. The putrid stench of death and burning flesh that invaded the tunnel had Dick gagging. He quietly covered his mouth as he tried to bite back the bile in his throat.

He glanced back at his brother to find that Jason had taken a step back. It was impossible to see his expression under the helmet, but Dick could read the tightening of his shoulders. Fear. Deep, primal fear. The kind of fear you feel when you know there are no more options. When you know fighting or running is pointless.

Here, at this moment, the infamous Red Hood looked less like a feared crime lord vigilante and more like a one-week-old gazelle face to face with a lion.

Dick reached to pull Jason out of sight but the pounding between his eyes made him uncoordinated. He tripped over his own feet and crashed into Jason’s side, gripping his shoulder with shaking fingers as he righted himself. Jason didn’t budge, remaining stock still despite the extra weight of his older brother against him.

The creature stared at them, the piercing green glow of its eyes brightening with a spur of power. Its head tilted to the side until it came to rest at well over ninety degrees. A pointed, frostbitten tongue lolled out between its teeth to lick its bloodied face clean.

“C̷o̷m̶p̴a̵n̵y̵?̵” It sounded like the desolation of space, the static of electricity, the explosion of a star, the final screech before death.

The space trapped in its chest began to bleed through its ribs, twinkling stars and asteroids and galaxies escaping the confines of their prison to drip down the being’s waist. It ran over its legs, building and thickening until a long serpentine tail had replaced the limbs entirely. Even as the coils moved, the stars and planets stayed in place as if the tail was merely a window. Watching it made Dick motion sick.

Even as the elongated spines stretching out of its back clanked together in the mimicry of a death rattle, the creature made no move toward them. Another puff of foul-smelling mist escaped its mouth.

“Y̶o̷u̸ ̶s̵h̴o̷u̴l̵d̶ ̴b̶e̵ ̸m̴o̴r̷e̸ ̴c̷a̴r̸e̴f̴u̷l̵,̷ ̸l̴i̴t̷t̶l̷e̸ ̶g̶h̸o̷s̴t̶l̷i̸n̷g̸.̸” It’s voice boomed, “Y̴o̸u̵ ̶a̸r̶e̵ ̷n̷o̶ ̷m̵a̸t̸c̶h̴ ̷f̴o̵r̴ ̸m̶o̵s̷t̷ ̴s̸p̵i̴r̴i̷t̴s̴ ̵a̸s̸ ̷y̵o̵u̵n̷g̴ ̴a̷s̶ ̶y̶o̵u̶ ̷a̸r̵e̵.̷ ̷E̶s̸p̷e̸c̵i̶a̶l̴l̷y̶ ̶n̴o̵t̷ ̴o̶n̴ ̶S̵a̶m̷h̷a̶i̷n̷.̶”

The two brothers remained frozen in place. The stars in its tail flickered until millions of eyes were boring into Dick’s soul. With a stuttering gasp, Dick stepped back again. Jason refused to budge despite his urging. The next time Dick blinked the eyes were stars again.

The being chuckled at them, “N̵o̴ ̴n̶e̸e̵d̷ ̵t̵o̶ ̵f̸e̸a̶r̵,̸ ̵g̸h̵o̶s̶t̶l̸i̴n̴g̶.̸ ̴I̸ ̵d̴o̵ ̷n̶o̶t̴ ̶w̶i̸s̵h̴ ̵y̸o̴u̸ ̷n̷o̵r̴ ̸y̴o̶u̴r̸ ̴f̵r̸a̷i̵d̷ ̴h̵a̵r̷m̸.̶” Dick found that hard to believe considering that they had just watched it eat the Joker’s kidney, “Y̸o̵u̴ ̸a̷r̴e̵ ̵v̵e̸r̸y̶ ̴l̵u̶c̸k̶y̴ ̶i̶t̵ ̴w̷a̴s̴ ̴m̶e̵ ̸w̴h̷o̸ ̸y̶o̷u̵ ̷c̸a̸m̷e̴ ̵a̶c̴r̷o̸s̸s̵ ̶r̸a̴t̷h̷e̵r̸ ̷t̵h̵a̷n̴ ̴a̵n̷o̴t̶h̶e̶r̵ ̷s̴p̷i̸r̸i̴t̸.̵ ̷M̶a̷n̶y̶ ̵w̴o̸u̶l̴d̸ ̷h̸a̶v̸e̷ ̵e̷a̷t̴e̴n̵ ̸y̸o̴u̶ ̴b̵y̷ ̵n̴o̴w̶.̴”

“I-” Jason finally choked out, “What?”

The being lowered itself until it was at eye level with Jason. It evaluated him once more before jerking back with what seemed to be an expression of surprise. “O̷h̷ ̸l̵i̶t̷t̵l̷e̵ ̴g̴h̴o̶s̴t̴,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̴ ̸a̴r̵e̸ ̵m̴u̸c̴h̴ ̸y̸o̷u̸n̴g̴e̴r̶ ̵t̶h̷a̶n̸ ̶I̵ ̵h̸a̷d̸ ̴t̵h̵o̵u̸g̸h̵t̵!̵ ̴Y̴o̵u̶r̵ ̷c̵o̴r̸e̵ ̵i̴s̴ ̷n̸e̷w̶ ̶a̷n̷d̵ ̸u̶n̶d̴e̷r̵n̴o̸u̸r̶i̶s̸h̵e̴d̴.̶ ̸N̴o̵ ̴w̸o̴n̸d̵e̶r̶ ̷I̷ ̴h̵a̸d̴ ̷n̵o̷t̴ ̴s̸e̸n̴s̵e̵d̵ ̸y̸o̶u̶ ̶b̷e̵f̵o̷r̷e̶!̴ ̶H̵a̵v̷e̶ ̶y̶o̷u̴ ̷b̵e̵e̵n̵ ̶e̸a̷t̸i̷n̴g̶?̸”

Its tone seemed almost doting, motherly even. The image was broken by the fact that it was currently leaning closer toward them, supporting itself on what was left of the Joker’s exposed ribcage.

Jason shook his head in dumbfounded horror.

The creature seemed to take it as an answer, humming in what felt like parental disappointment. “Y̶o̶u̷ ̵n̵e̴e̴d̸ ̶t̷o̷ ̷t̶a̵k̸e̵ ̷b̴e̸t̵t̵e̸r̶ ̷c̸a̶r̸e̴ ̶o̷f̶ ̸y̴o̴u̴r̵s̸e̷l̶f̴,̴ ̵l̷i̸t̴t̷l̶e̵ ̶g̶h̵o̸s̵t̴.̵ ̵I̵'̴v̸e̴ ̴n̵e̸v̴e̶r̸ ̸s̵e̵e̵n̷ ̴s̵u̶c̵h̵ ̸a̶n̴ ̸u̶n̷d̷e̸r̶n̶o̴u̸r̸i̸s̵h̸e̵d̶ ̷c̶o̶r̷e̴.̸ ̷Y̷o̶u̴ ̸m̴u̶s̷t̷ ̸b̷e̷ ̷a̵b̵l̷e̸ ̴t̸o̴ ̸f̸e̸e̶l̷ ̸t̶h̵e̸ ̸e̸f̷f̵e̷c̷t̵s̴.̶ ̵A̴r̴e̴ ̶y̴o̴u̶ ̴i̵n̸ ̸p̸a̵i̴n̶?̴”

Dick knew that he was. If it wasn’t the emotional torment of the pit madness it was chronic pain. There had been many nights where he had to tend to his brother, trying everything from painkillers to ice packs to numbing cream in an attempt to stop it.

Jason nodded hesitantly, “Yes…” he took his helmet off, letting it drop to the ground. His eyes were burning lazarus green, “It hurts all the time… like there’s a fire burning in my chest. It gets hotter and hotter and hotter until I feel like my brain is gonna melt outta my ears.”

The creature slithered closer with a rumbling coo. It offered a hand to Jason. Its fingers curled unnaturally. It looked like it had an extra knuckle. “C̷o̷m̷e̴ ̵h̸e̷r̸e̴,̵ ̸g̴h̷o̴s̵t̷l̷i̸n̸g̶.̴ ̴I̷ ̷w̶i̴l̶l̸ ̸s̸h̴a̸r̸e̴ ̷m̶y̶ ̸c̷a̴t̵c̶h̴.̷ ̷I̵ ̷c̵a̴n̷ ̶s̶e̴n̴s̴e̵ ̸t̵h̴e̸ ̵c̴o̵n̷n̸e̵c̴t̶i̷o̷n̷ ̶t̴h̴i̵s̵ ̷r̸e̸v̷e̷n̴a̴n̸t̴ ̴h̴a̶s̸ ̸t̷o̷ ̸y̶o̶u̵.̶ ̷A̸s̸ ̵y̷o̷u̶r̴ ̷k̷i̵l̸l̶e̶r̶,̶ ̵f̵e̸a̵s̷t̴i̴n̸g̶ ̸o̴n̷ ̵h̵i̷m̶ ̸w̷i̴l̵l̵ ̴h̷a̸v̶e̷ ̶e̸x̶t̸r̶a̴ ̶b̶e̷n̸e̵f̸i̵t̷s̴.̸”

Jason reaches out to accept the hand. Dick throws himself between them, “Little Wing, what the hell! You aren’t seriously going to… you're not…”

“I… I need it, Dick.” Jason wiped drool from his lips. Dick caught the flash of fanged teeth, sharper than they should have been. “I don’t know how to explain it but I just- I’m so fucking hungry.”

Dick… Dick wasn’t scared of Jason. He wasn’t. But at that moment, he felt like he needed to run. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t abandon his little brother to this…thing.

“I̸ ̵u̶n̵d̴e̸r̶s̸t̵a̷n̴d̵ ̷y̶o̴u̶r̴ ̸a̵p̶p̷r̸e̶h̴e̷n̶s̷i̵o̸n̵.̵” the being addressed him, Dick struggled to look it in the eyes, the pounding of his head increasing, “A̶s̷ ̷a̷ ̶l̴i̷v̵i̴n̷g̴ ̷i̸t̸ ̴f̴e̵e̶l̸s̷ ̴w̷r̶o̶n̶g̵,̶ ̶s̴i̶c̵k̴e̴n̴i̶n̵g̴ ̶e̴v̷e̷n̸.̷ ̴I̸t̷ ̵t̷o̸o̶k̷ ̸m̵e̴ ̶a̶ ̷l̶o̸n̴g̸ ̸t̵i̴m̷e̵ ̵t̵o̸ ̷c̵o̵m̶e̶ ̶t̶o̴ ̷t̷e̸r̷m̸s̸ ̸w̶i̶t̴h̸ ̴i̸t̴.̷ ̵I̶ ̴u̸n̵d̶e̵r̷s̸t̶a̴n̶d̸.̸ ̴B̷u̴t̵ ̴i̵t̷ ̸i̵s̷ ̸s̸o̵m̸e̸t̷h̶i̸n̷g̶ ̷o̷u̸r̵ ̷s̴p̸e̷c̷i̵e̵s̸ ̷n̸e̸e̶d̵s̸.̵ ̸S̵u̶r̸e̷l̸y̶ ̴y̷o̷u̴ ̸m̶u̷s̴t̷ ̴h̴a̸v̸e̷ ̷w̴i̴t̸n̴e̸s̴s̵e̶d̸ ̶t̴h̷e̴ ̴e̴f̴f̶e̷c̴t̴s̶ ̶o̴f̴ ̶s̵t̶a̶r̴v̷a̸t̶i̶o̶n̴ ̵o̴n̸ ̸y̵o̷u̶r̷ ̶f̵r̵a̶i̷d̸m̶a̷t̶e̸?̵”

Moments flash through Dick’s head. Jason breathes as he struggles against the pit so hard that Dick starts to worry his brother will pop a lung. Jason looked at the remains of another destroyed glass in dismay, before practically sprinting to hole himself up somewhere Dick couldn’t find him. Jason sobs into his shirt, begging him to make it stop, to take the pain away as Dick watches on helplessly.

“I̷t̵ ̷w̸i̷l̵l̶ ̵o̷n̶l̵y̷ ̷g̷e̵t̵ ̷w̴o̸r̴s̸e̶ ̶i̷f̷ ̶h̴e̷ ̷d̵o̶e̶s̴n̸'̶t̷ ̸e̵a̶t̴.̵ ̶E̴v̶e̵n̵t̸u̴a̴l̸l̵y̸,̸ ̵t̴h̴e̵ ̵s̶t̶a̶r̴v̷a̵t̶i̸o̵n̵ ̸w̴i̷l̵l̵ ̶b̴e̶ ̶s̶o̷ ̸b̷a̶d̸ ̷h̷i̸s̵ ̴c̷o̴r̵e̵ ̷w̷i̸l̷l̴ ̷s̷e̵l̸f̵-̷c̴a̷n̴n̷i̵b̷a̶l̵i̵z̴e̷.̵”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“I̶ ̷a̵m̵ ̷K̶i̶n̷g̷ ̷P̶h̵a̴n̸t̵o̶m̵ ̵o̸f̷ ̵t̶h̴e̸ ̶I̴n̶f̶i̵n̷i̶t̸e̶ ̶R̷e̶a̸l̴m̷s̴,̷ ̶t̴h̷e̶ ̵A̸n̶c̵i̶e̵n̶t̵ ̵o̵f̵ ̵S̸p̸a̶c̸e̸,̶ ̶P̷r̸o̶t̶e̴c̵t̸o̷r̷ ̴o̶f̷ ̶t̷h̸e̸ ̵L̷i̸v̵i̷n̸g̸ ̸a̵n̷d̴ ̸D̷e̸a̴d̴,̷ ̷t̵h̷e̴ ̶O̸n̸e̴ ̸W̶h̶o̶ ̷L̷i̴e̴s̷ ̸I̴n̶ ̴B̴e̷t̸w̴e̵e̴n̵,̷ ̶t̴h̶e̷ ̴K̵i̴n̶g̵ ̸o̷f̶ ̶G̶h̷o̴s̸t̷s̵.̴” What almost looks like a smile splits across his face, “I̴f̸ ̶I̶ ̴w̵e̶r̴e̵ ̷n̵o̸t̵ ̶a̴w̷a̸r̷e̶ ̶o̶f̵ ̶m̷y̸ ̵p̶e̴o̶p̷l̴e̸'̵s̵ ̸n̷e̶e̴d̵s̵ ̷I̴ ̶w̵o̷u̸l̵d̴ ̷b̴e̶ ̴a̸ ̷v̴e̵r̵y̷ ̷p̴o̸o̷r̸ ̴k̶i̸n̷g̸ ̶i̵n̶d̷e̸e̷d̴.̸”

Dick turns back to Jason. His brother hasn’t looked this small since before his death. He’s shaking. He looks desperate.

Dick steps to the side.

Jason lets out a stuttering breath but remains still otherwise, hands clenched at his sides.

The newly dubbed King Phantom returns to the corpse, digging through fluid and meat. “I̴f̷ ̸i̴t̷ ̷i̶s̴ ̸a̸n̸y̴ ̵c̴o̵n̸s̸o̵l̶a̸t̷i̷o̵n̶,̷ ̵h̶e̵ ̷w̶i̴l̵l̵ ̸n̴o̷t̸ ̶n̷e̸e̶d̴ ̵t̶o̵ ̶e̸a̵t̴ ̴o̷f̴t̶e̸n̶.̸ ̸O̵n̴c̸e̸ ̴o̸r̴ ̸t̶w̷i̴c̸e̵ ̷e̸v̷e̸r̸y̶ ̷f̴i̶f̸t̵y̶ ̵y̸e̷a̴r̶s̶ ̸o̷r̴ ̷s̴o̵ ̷s̵h̵o̶u̶l̵d̶ ̸b̶e̸ ̸e̴n̸o̵u̸g̵h̴ ̶t̸o̶ ̸k̶e̴e̵p̶ ̴h̶i̶m̷ ̶r̸e̴l̶a̷t̷i̸v̶e̷l̶y̸ ̵h̶e̵a̸l̶t̸h̶y̴.̶“ He pulls out the Joker's liver with bloody claws. "C̷o̴m̷e̵ ̶h̵e̸r̸e̷,̵ ̷g̸h̵o̴s̷t̷l̵i̸n̴g̸," he purrs, offering it to Jason as if it were an apple instead of a human organ, "I̴ ̴k̴n̶o̷w̸ ̷y̸o̴u̵'̶r̵e̷ ̴h̶u̶n̷g̶r̸y̷.̶ ̵T̴h̵e̸ ̷e̶c̴t̴o̵p̷l̶a̶s̷m̷ ̸i̴n̴ ̶h̷e̷r̴e̵ ̵w̵i̵l̵l̴ ̵h̵e̴l̶p̵ ̵b̵o̵o̸s̶t̵ ̸y̶o̵u̵r̵ ̷o̸w̷n̸ ̶e̶c̷t̴o̴ ̸p̶r̶o̷d̴u̷c̴t̴i̶o̴n̵.̵"

Jason reaches for it, eyes flicking uncertainly between the liver and the creature’s eyes. Despite everything, Dick almost hopes that he will suddenly come to his senses, slap the hand away, and leap backward gagging in disgust.

Instead, he wraps a couple of fingers around one of King Phantom’s. His tank of a brother looks minuscule in comparison. Jason stares up at the being with wide eyes, like a child presented with cotton candy.

“Are you sure I can have it?”

King Phantom’s chest lets out another deep rumbling purr. “T̶h̷e̴ ̶l̴o̷s̵s̵ ̴i̸s̴ ̵n̸o̴t̶ ̷a̷ ̷g̵r̷e̶a̵t̸ ̴o̷n̷e̴ ̵f̴o̶r̴ ̸m̴e̸.̴ ̵I̵ ̵a̶m̸ ̷p̷o̸w̵e̷r̶f̸u̸l̸ ̵e̶n̸o̶u̷g̷h̵ ̷t̵o̴ ̶s̷u̷r̸v̴i̸v̸e̸ ̵o̷f̵f̶ ̷a̷m̴b̷i̶e̸n̵t̸ ̸e̸c̷t̵o̷p̷l̵a̵s̶m̸ ̸a̶n̸d̴ ̴e̸m̸o̶t̷i̵o̴n̸s̶ ̴l̴o̷n̷g̶e̸r̸ ̴t̸h̸a̵n̸ ̴o̶t̴h̵e̸r̸s̷.̷ ̸B̶e̵s̶i̸d̸e̸s̴,̶ ̴t̵h̵e̶r̴e̷ ̸w̴i̴l̷l̷ ̴a̷l̴w̴a̵y̷s̷ ̵b̸e̴ ̸a̵n̶o̷t̸h̴e̷r̴ ̸c̶r̶i̶m̷i̴n̶a̵l̵ ̸t̴o̸ ̷h̶u̸n̵t̵.̵”

Jason snatches the liver with burning green eyes. The organ wobbles in his hands. To Dick’s dismay, Jason takes a large eager bite. His expression can only be described as blissed relief like he had just tasted ambrosia. He goes in for another, larger bite before he has even swallowed the first, jaw unhinging like a snake.

Dick is never eating Jello again.

He watches with detachment as Jason takes a third bite of the liver. His brother’s mouth is painted in red and green like a facsimile of King Phantom’s. For the first time, Jason’s chest stutteringly hums in relieved glee. King Phantom purrs in return as he tucks his face back into the corpse, like some sort of horrific feedback loop.

Dick tries to focus on something else, anything else, but the iron stench of blood and burning flesh is inescapable. He tries to avert his eyes away from the gorey pile of what used to be the Joker as his brother and the creature tear into it. The stars that makeup King Phantom’s tail stare at him. They blink. A sharp pain shoots behind his eyes as he shuts them tightly.

It feels like he loses time.

When he opens them again, his brother is gnawing flesh off a rib. The entire front of his body is caked in red and green. King Phantom is staring at him with piercing green eyes. Intestines dangle from between its jaws. Its tongue maneuvers them further into its mouth like they are spaghetti noodles.

The bile rises in his throat again. Dick retches against the wall. He wipes the acid from his mouth and leans his forehead against the brick. The coolness of the stone eases the pain zinging between his eyes. He can still hear the squelching of meat and snapping of bone behind him.

A noise of concern sounds from his brother.

Dick turns back in the direction of the horror show, keeping his eyes squeezed tight.

King Phantom hums in thought. “P̴e̷r̷h̷a̶p̶s̶ ̴i̷t̸ ̵w̶i̷l̴l̷ ̸b̵e̵ ̸e̶a̵s̵i̵e̴r̸ ̶i̷f̴ ̸y̴o̵u̸ ̷w̵a̵i̴t̸ ̶o̷u̸t̵s̶i̵d̵e̷.̸”

“Y-yeah.” Dick nods, voice cracking. “I think I’ll just… do that.”

Jason makes a noise of acknowledgment.

Another bone snaps.

Dick quickly makes his way back the way they had come. He stops briefly to vomit again, though there is nothing left in his stomach to throw up. When he emerges from the tunnel entrance he gasps on fresh Gotham air. He wraps his arms tight around himself with shaking fingers as he tries to steady his breathing. With the absence of the creature the pain in his head steadily fades away, though the images of bloody organs and sounds of desperate screaming remain persistent.

He’s not sure how long he waits outside, but it's long enough that he begins to worry something happened to Jason. He begins to wonder if the creature pinned him down like it had the Joker, restaining him with his neck between its fangs. What would Dick even do? How could he save his brother from that… thing?

Jason remerges before he can figure it out. He’s clean of any visible blood or lazarus water, but the acrid tang of death and gore follows him.

Jason pleadingly stares at him through the eyes of his helmet.

Dick nods.

They don’t speak of it again.

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Zalgo Translations...

"Company?"

"You should be more careful, little ghostling."

"You are no match for most spirits as young as you are. Especially not on Samhain."

"No need to fear, ghostling. I do not wish you nor your fraid harm."

"You are very lucky it was me who you came across rather than some other spirit. Many would have eaten you by now."

"Oh little ghost, you are much younger than I had thought! Your core is new and undernourished. No wonder I had not sensed you before! Have you been eating?"

"You need to take better care of yourself, little ghost. I've never seen such an undernourished core. You must be able to feel the effects. Are you in pain?"

"Come here, ghostling. I will share my catch. I can sense the connection this revenant has to you. As your killer, feasting on him will have extra benefits."

"I understand your apprehension."

"As a living it feels wrong, sickening even. It took me a long time to come to terms with it. I understand. But it is something our species needs. Surely you must have witnessed the effects of starvation on your fraidmate?"

"It will only get worse if he doesn't eat. Eventually, the starvation will be so bad his core will self-cannibalize."

"I am King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, the Ancient of Space, Protector of the Living and Dead, the One Who Lies In Between, the King of Ghosts."

"If I were not aware of my people's needs I would be a very poor king indeed."

"If it is any consolation, he will not need to eat often. Once or twice every fifty years or so should be enough to keep him relatively healthy. "

"Come here, ghostling,"

"I know you're hungry. The ectoplasm in here will help boost your own ecto production."

"The loss is not a great one for me. I am powerful enough to survive off ambient ectoplasm and emotions longer than others. Besides, there will always be another criminal to hunt."

"Perhaps it will be easier if you wait outside."

#baby ghost Jason Todd #stumbling face first into a predator that can absolutely rock his shit #only to get almost immediately adopted by it #family dinner is about to get a lot more interesting #dpxdc #ghost king danny #ghost king au #eldritch danny #tw gore #tw cannibalism #tw vomit #my writing #dpxdc fanfic #ghost cannibalism #zalgo text #ghosts can purr #me sticking my hands into the plotholes: “it has pockets :)”#RFFTB #ghost hunger

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zeenelly · 4 months

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OVERBLOT BOTS REACT TO MC HAVING BURNOUT AND DEPRESSION

(because I currently have it so---)

Tw: slightly angst, fluff, maybe suggestive? depression, negative feelings. This is for me, but I'll begin to take requests (and yes, I will make that WHB for you person) some are longer then others.

Riddle rosehearts

Riddle noticed the way you were beginning to become distant from just about everyone. You called out of class the last few days saying you were 'sick'. He did worry about you, don't get it twisted, but he didn't exactly have a chance to go over to Ramshackle to check on you. Until he got Trey to take over for a few hours while he went out to see you. He even made sure to bring a few tarts Trey made for you. When he knocked on the door the 3 ghosts opened up

(I named the ghosts Eddie, Joe, and Markus because they old like that-)

"Ah you must be the dormleader of that uh-" the plump ghost Eddie said before snapping his fingers

"Heartslabyul." He spoke.

"Yeah that's the one. Now why are you here?"

"I'm here to see MC" he held up a basket.

"Oh, uh... well, they should be locked up in their room. Grims been worried, too. They say that they are okay, but it's a tale tell sign of burnout." The slimmer ghost Joe said.

Riddle heard the words burnout and shoved by them and into Ramshackle. He ran to your room knocking softly

"MC...my love...it's me riddle" he spoke and opens the door.

You laid in the bed that was, well, really uncomfortable. But you didn't care. You were so burt out on life it was unreal. Riddle slowly walked over to see you closer. He set the basket of tarts down and crawled into bed with you, his face red.

"MC.. I know it's hard to keep up with everyone, but know I'm right here with you." He spoke and held you in his arms.

You were already feeling better.

Leona kingscholar

Leona has noticed you have been skipping out on lunch with him. In fact, he's realized you've been gone for the last few days. He slowly stood up and streched out. He slowly began to walk to Ramshackle. Leona just entered Ramshackles dorms without a care in the world.

"Mcccc! Are you sick my love?" He asked. And out came Grim.

"No they're fine just having burn out"

Leona eyes widened. Burn out? Mc was having burn out? He sighs

"Damn Herbivore...always taking care of everyone else and not themselves.." he sighs and texts ruggie something. "Grim will you go comfort MC for a bit. I need to grab some things."

"Hah? Your leaving?" He asked upset

"I need to get all their favorite things together. I'm gonna make sure they feel better. " he walked out towards savannaclaw.

Leona gathered his blankets as Ruggie put them in a travel bag. Leona threw in some stuff and hands Ruggie his credit card.

"Go and buy some sweets. And some new bedding for mc. You know what just buy them an entire new bed. Their bed is so uncomfortable."

"Shihihihi alright alright"

Leona was gonna make sure you were gonna have the best rest possible to make you feel better.

Azul ashengrotto

Azul was working on contracts when he saw Floyd carry you in. Azul dropped everything upon seeing that all too familiar face. Burnout. He quickly tells Floyd to make some of your favorite food. And after Floyd quickly left

"Mc... you went and done it again.." he ran his fingers trough his hair and sighs.

Tears trickled down your cheeks and you hugged him tightly. He blushed brightly at the fact that you had hugged him so suddenly. He pets your hair slowly and brings you to his room to rest.

"You need to put yourself first sometimes, angelfish..." he placed a kiss on your head and wraps you in his softest blankets. "I'll be right back angelfish"

He walked out and into the lounge. He snaps his fingers and jade and Floyd came over.

"Find Crowley. I want him to know my angelfish is burnt-out because of him. They will be staying here."

"Fufufufu~ I'll make sure to give him a tight squeeze!~" Floyd smiled. Jade nods and they both walk off.

PART TWO COMING SOON<3

#azul ashengrotto #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #twst azul #azul x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar

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milaisreading · 1 year

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Misunderstandings

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x Reader

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

(Y/n) was in Japan for something Blue Lock related while her friends were still across Europe in their teams. The first few days were pretty uneventful with her doing some paperwork and preparing some documents to bring back to Germany. Well, today was the day in which her mundane stay in Japan would pretty much change. One moment (Y/n) was minding her business at the JFU building, waiting for Ego and Anri to finish their meeting, the other she was startled by a reporter, asking her weird and personal questions about Sae and herself. Questions like 'How did you two meet?' and 'How do you feel about being official?' flew around... Wait!

"What do you mean with official?" (Y/n) asked, obvious confusion laced her face as the reporter raised her eyebrow and took out her phone.

"Now don't play stupid with us, the news of your relationship have been the main topic in Japan and Spain for days." (Y/n) chocked on her saliva as she looked at the screenshoted articles, varying from Japanese to Spanish ones, showing one specific picture of Sae and (Y/n).

'Not this one!' The girl thought as she remembered the incident. Well, it was nothing scandalous, but the media made a stupid twist of the whole situation.

Flashback...

'Bachira, Otoya please hurry up. I am so hungry.' (Y/n) yawned as she waited for her two friends. She was visiting Spain for the weekend and it just so happened that Barcha and Real played against each other. The game was fun to watch, (Y/n) loved seeing her friends on the field, seeing how much they developed and the great scores they made. She was also left in awe but not in surprise when Sae would show his skills, how fast he was and how well he reacted in every situation. The game ended in a tie and (Y/n) was left with a lot of adrenaline in her body, she really wanted to watch them play more.

"Why are you alone?" The girl turned around, surprised to find Sae approaching her, his stoic expression present as ever.

"Ah, Sae-san! That was a great game, it's always nice watching you play!" (Y/n) said, sending the redhead a smile. Sae's face turned red and he cleared his throat, nodding his head at the compliment.

"Thanks. I didn't know you would be here today. Did Bachira invite you?" The boy raised his eyebrow.

"Yes! Bachira and Otoya called me, since I am on a short visit here."

"How long are you staying in Spain?" Sae asked as an idea hit him.

"I am going back to Germany Monday morning, why?"

"Great. I will take you sightseeing Madrid tomorrow. It's my day off, anyways."

"Oh? That's really nice of you, Sae-san. But I already thought of a few places I could visit on my own-" (Y/n) cut herself off as she saw Sae shake his head and take something out of his pocket.

"And let you walk into tourist traps? I know Madrid very well and a lot of the more exciting parts are never recommended. We can exchange numbers, I will text you later about the plans." Sae said nonchalantly. Although he had a completely neutral face, on the inside he wasn't calm at all. His stomach was doing flips and heart was racing as (Y/n) finally gave in. She gave him her phone and she took his, then typed down her number.

"Thank you, I am sorry for the troubles-"

"It's not a trouble. Don't worry." Sae interrupted (Y/n) and gave her a small smile. The girl just nodded confusedly, wondering if the expression she was seeing was real or not.

Present time...

'This can't be for real!' (Y/n) shook her head and looked back at the reporter, shaking her head.

"T-this is a misunderstanding!" The girl defended, groaning when she saw the look on the reporter.

"Really, we are just good friends. Sae-San just offered-"

"I offered what?" The reporters eyes widened in delight and (Y/n)'s in horror as they turned to look at the said redhead walking up to them.

"Itoshi-san, it's so nice to see you back in Japan." The reporter greeted as (Y/n) just kept her mouth shut, face flushing up in embarrassment.

"Yeah, yeah." The older Itoshi nodded, focusing his attention on (Y/n).

"So, why did you mention me?" Sae wondered, standing next to (Y/n), who showed him the articles nervously. The player kept quiet as the girl calmed down a little. Knowing that Sae will deny it to brought her some peace.

"So? Is there any truth to the rumors, Itoshi-san?" The reporter asked.

Sae kept quiet as he returned the phone to her and shrugged his shoulders. (Y/n) jumped a little as the boy wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I will let you decide that."

"What?!" (Y/n) yelled out as she saw his smirk, but Sae said nothing and started walking off with her.

"Excuse us." The boy said, leaving the reporter and (Y/n) flabbergasted for a moment.

"Wait! It's not true! Sae-san is just joking!" (Y/n) yelled at the reporter, internally crying when she saw the woman take a few pictures of them.

"Why didn't you say anything like 'no, it's not true'? Now everyone will think we are dating!" (Y/n) cried out as Sae kept quiet for a moment.

"Didn't feel like it."

The next day (Y/n) watched on in horror as the articles about her dating Sae were the hot topic for not just Spain and Japan, but in multiple other countries as well. She let out a small cry, knowing she will never hear the end of it from Kaiser once she returns to Germany.

'I need a refund in life!'

Bastard München...

"Eh? Noel,we have a small issue." One of the players approached their coach, looking terrified.

"What is it?" The man asked.

"Well... Kaiser broke his phone, Ness somehow got his hands on a knife, Kunigami broke one of our lockers-"

"What?" Noel asked in shock, but the player kept on going.

"That's not the worst part! Isagi keeps on glaring at everyone and Gagamaru is just throwing insults at anyone who keep approaching the goal. Yukimiya refuses to come out and play. Meanwhile Kurona and Hiori are just ignoring everyone. Kurona even tried to bite someone for approaching him."

"Why are they like this?" Noel facepalmed as he went to see the commotion himself.

PXG...

"So... (Y/n) will be your sister-in-law now, Rin?" The younger Itoshi spat out his water as he looked at Loki in horror. This caught Karasu and Shidou's attention as well, since they were nearby.

"What?! Why would she be my sister-in-law?" Rin asked in horror as Loki raised his eyebrow and fished out his phone.

'If anything, (Y/n) will be my wife.' Karasu and Shidou walked over, wanting to hear what was going on.

"What's the tea?" The tanner boy asked as Karasu leaned against Rin.

"Did our Rinnie make a scandal or something?" Karasu teased, earning a glare from the said boy.

"No, the whole of France is talking about Sae and (Y/n) dating tho. Some tabloids even said a wedding day might be revealed soon." Loki answered, scrolling through his phone.

"What? You are joking, right?" Shidou asked, feeling like throwing up all of a sudden. Karasu had a blank expression on his face as he looked through the articles Loki was showing them.

"Rin, you will be brotherless soon." Karasu threatened as the younger Itoshi said nothing. Rin looked blankly at the phone, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

'I am beating him up. I am done.'

Was the last thing Rin thought before fainting. Panicked Loki went to call a paramedic as Karasu laid him on the ground.

Barcha...

"This is a tragedy,this can't be for real. My sweet, cute (Y/n) would never date a barbarian like Sae. These have to be photoshopped." Otoya cried out as he fell to the floor. He just opened his phone to look something up, only to come across an article saying that wedding bells might be ringing for Sae and (Y/n). Bachira walked in on Otoya and had a confused expression at his behavior.

"What happened? We need to go, practice will start soon." Bachira said.

"Forget practice! How can I practice when my sweet (Y/n) is held hostage?!"

"What?! What happened?!" Bachira asked in worry as Otoya showed him his phone.

"(Y/n) has to be blackmailed or something, there is no way she would willingly go out with Sae of all people."

Bachira kept quiet as he read some parts, seeing the pictures of them together made something snap in him and he ran out of the locker room.

"Lavinho, can we cut practice short?! I need to visit Madrid!"

Ubers...

"Sae, you little piece of shit! How can you do this to your bro?! You know I like her." Oliver cried out on his phone as Sae picked up the call. The news of him and (Y/n) 'dating' hit the Italian sites today, leaving 4 players in particular in a foul mood.

"Give me that phone, Aiku. Sae, I am beating your ass for just touching her like this." Baro threatened as he tried to take Oliver's phone, which just caused a fight between the other two. Meanwhile Niko and Aryu were desperately trying to reach (Y/n), wanting to hear her side.

"Why isn't she picking up?! Do you think she is ok? Should we leave and go back to Japan?" Niko asked nervously as Aryu bit on his fingernails.

"I swear if one of Sae's crazed fangirls is harassing her, I will kick a football to his face. My dear, little (Y/n)... what sort of taste do you even have?" Aryu pouted as Niko fidgeted around nervously. Meanwhile Lorenzo and Snuffy were trying to stop the fight between Oliver and Baro.

Manshine...

"Forget it! I am not in the mood!" Chris sighed as Chigiri slammed the door shut. Ever since they arrived at the stadium, neither him, Reo or Nagi were in the mood to play. Right now, all three barricaded themselves in the locker room, not willing to gear anyone out.

"They will get over it... Ego, who did you even send me to play?" Chris cried as he cursed the said man out.

Meanwhile Reo was making calls to whoever he could, asking for a possible transfer so that (Y/n) could be their manager instead.

'Those incompetent losers couldn't keep Sae away, I knew leaving her with them was a mistake.' The purple-haired boy thought.

"(Y/n), please tell me that article of you dating Sae is a belated April fool's joke. I am so close to braking someone's jaw." Nagi said as (Y/n) finally answered her phone. The albino was stressed out over it all, sleep and games were the last things on his mind. He just wanted to hear from (Y/n) that none of it was true and that she just had eyes for him.

"Give her to me. I will talk some sense into her. That fake redhead is no good for her." Chigiri pouted, already making plans to fly her out to Britain.

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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Charles Leclerc X Schumacher!Daughter.

Lila is the youngest of the 3 Schumacher siblings, at 22 shes catching the attention of the public eye. With the new found popularity through Drive to Survive, social media has dubbed her the next ‘it’ girl despite her constant desire for privacy. When her love interest becomes more or less the most sought after man in F1, how will she cope with being the internets fascination? Both Charles and Lila have dealt with immense amounts of loss and trauma, so their mutual understanding for one another fuels their so called ‘friendship’.

Part 5, here is the LINK to part 4. Lila is beginning to feel envious of the beautiful girls that surround Charles on social media. Does she even have a chance with him? It’s been weeks since she could last fly out to a Grand Prix and Charles is beginning to feel oddly rejected. It’s not until after one not so fun race, that he’s finally open with her, and the two can finally be honest with one another about their feelings…

A deep sigh escaped my lips, scrolling down through my Instagram page. It’s not real, it’s not real, none of it’s real. Everything was an illusion, I reminded myself as I zoomed in on the perfectly airbrushed girl, with flat abs, a sucked in waist and the best tan I’d quite literally seen. She was beautiful to be quite frank, and when I saw who followed her I let out an even heavier sigh.

charles_leclerc

“If you breathe any heavier you’ll fly away…” Gina, my elder sister informed me in German from the other side of the table. Social media was originally ruining me. One minute I was confident and happy with my life, the next I was being prayed upon by thousands of people, intrigued into deeper into my personal life than ever. I switched off my phone and glanced back up, to real life. “Sorry.” I forced a smile, eyes falling back down to my phone. There was no new notifications- sadly enough for me.

“Are you coming to Hungary with us?” My sister then questioned again, “what for?” “The GP?” She spoke like it was obvious. My stomach twisted in excitement. “Oh! Yeah!” It had been 3 weeks since I’d last made it to a GP, I was finding myself obsessively feeling the urge to be there, especially because Charles would ask when I was next there. Now was my opportunity to text him first with the good news.

There was only one issue I found myself struggling with, and that was my insecurity and anxiety surrounding this whole ‘thing’ with Charles. I didn’t know what the hell was going on, we hadn’t seen each other enough to become anything more than friends, and when I had to tell him for the seventh or so time I couldn’t make it to where he was, I felt disheartened and worried he’d think I was rejecting him. That’s why I hopped on the opportunity to tell him I’d be present in Hungary, cheering him on. Phone cameras now eagerly followed me around the grid, desperate to gather some footage of me interacting with the Ferrari driver. All the attention had made me nervous, I was constantly checking over my shoulder, and I felt the cold stares other girls would give me, threatened that I was taking their favourite driver. It was almost like I was in competition with all these beautiful women that practically lived in or around the Grid and Paddock. I felt inferior, my own insecurities eating away at me as I kept my head down and continued walking on to do my own thing.

“Ah, Lila!” A familiar voice called out, I caught a glimpse of Toto walking by. “Hello!” I greeted, the taller man bringing me in for a tight hug. “How are you?! Here to see your brother?” “I’m good, how about you? I Just come for a little wonder, that’s all.” I nodded. “I’m good, and yes, yes- looking around for Leclerc I’ve been hearing?!” His words jabbed at a delicate part inside of me, burning my cheeks up a scarlet pink.

“Oh, rumours, Toto! Rumours!” I played it off like I wasn't a nervous wreck, but when i noticed red uniforms out of the corner of my eye, I practically jumped out of the confinements of my skin. It was just a handful of Ferrari mechanics making their way towards their garages. “Oh, of course. You have a good day, I will see you after with Susie?”

“Yeah of course! Oh, and tell Lewis and George I say good luck!!”

“I will, thank you Lila!” Hungary wasn’t so lucky for Mercedes or Ferrari. With Lewis in 4th he’d just narrowly missed a spot on the podium, George came in at 6th, and both Charles and Sainz were in 7th and 8th. As I lingered in the Mercedes area of the garage, people were still fairly happy, but the disappointment lingered in the room. It was a little stuffy and awkward, so I wondered outside to get air, pulling out my phone to be bold enough to text Charles. Just as I was typing a message, I heard a faint voice call my name. “Lila??” Spinning around, I locked my phone, noticing Charles lingering. “C’mere.” He gently ushered me inside, “hi.” I felt a little breathless, following after him in the garage. We were just inside the doorway, a bustle of people around making me feel a little overwhelmed. I was all flustered from seeing Charles, and although he looked a little saddened he still had a gentle smile lingering. “I was just about to text you.” I held up my phone as his smiled widened slightly, eyes gazing over my face. “I was going to text you-”

“Charles!” Somebody called out as he glanced back to a woman calling his name. It looked like his publicist. He let out a sigh, “I am sorry- yeah?!” He called out, scratching the back of his neck. “Will you come do a couple interviews?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Sorry, it’s a bad time.” I shyly spoke. “No, no, ill- uh, Mia!! Mia, please would you take Lila to my- ah what’s it called?” He fumbled as a pretty blonde approached with a smile.

“Motorhome?” Her accent was thick, Italian I assumed. “Yes please- is that ok?” He quickly asked as I giggled at the slight chaos. “That’s okay, Charles.” I agreed as he gave me a gentle pat on the arm before he had to rush off to complete interviews.

“Hello!! Lila isn’t it? I’m Mia.” She smiled. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” We engaged in small talk as she led me to Charles’ motor home. It surprisingly wasn’t awkward at all, I really liked Mia, I learnt she worked for Ferrari as a media and PR officer, super cool, I found it fascinating. Eventually though, she had to head back into the garage and I was left sitting alone, nervously awaiting Charles return.

“Guys… I’m in Charles’ motor home. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know why- he’s, he’s doing some interviews but I am shitting myself, how do I calm down?!” I quietly spoke into my phone, voice noting my friends as my leg jiggled anxiously. 10 minutes turned into 20, and nothing seemed to cool my nerves. I’d swallowed a full bottle of water and gone through 3 pieces of chewing gum and reapplied my lipgloss four times over. Finally, I heard voices, and when the door swung open my head lifted from my phone. My breath hitched seeing Charles, he looked a little stressed but still smiled when our eyes met. “I am sorry.” He exhaled, sliding the door shut behind him. “Oh, don’t be sorry!” I sat up a little straighter as he pulled a drink from his fridge. “Would you like one?” He glanced down to my empty water bottle. “Yes please. And yeah, don’t be sorry, I came at a bad time.” I caught the bottle as he gently threw it over.

“No, no.” His face scrunched. “I wanted to see you Lila, now is perfect. Even if the race didn’t go so … good.” He awkwardly laughed at himself as I drunk a little more water.

“You did drive well though, I was watching.” I pointed out. “Ah, thank you… not where I want to be though.”

“I know, I can imagine it’s frustrating, I feel like you and Carlos are doing everything right it’s just…” “Out of our control.” Charles finished my sentence as I nodded. “Still… we move.” He cleared his throat. “How have you been anyway, miss Lila, it’s been weeks?”

“Good, I’ve been good, honestly nothing so interesting has been happening lately. My life’s been pretty boring.”

“Pretty boring, sky diving?” He stripped the top half of his full driving suit off, revealing his white fireproofs. He was sat on the couch to my right, a little further away as I leant back into the plush of the pillows.

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “I do that all the time, my dad practically threw me out of aeroplanes as soon as I reached 12.” “12?!” He gasped out loud, looking astonished. “I don’t even think it’s legal anymore, we were in Australia, I was petrified, I cried all the way up. The poor man on my back must’ve been so annoyed.”

“Sounds… fun.”

“When you get used to it…” I giggled. “How about you, have you ever been sky diving?” “One time in Dubai… I got so- eh what’s the English- en difficulté.” (In trouble).

“In trouble? Why?!” I blubbered our a laugh. “Because I didn’t tell anybody and uh- I think they were worried I would ah fall and die or something.”

“That wouldn’t have been good.” I snickered. “I have the videos.” He showed his phone, ushering me over as I moved to sit besides him on the couch. He scrolled through his camera roll, finding the video where he showed me plummeting down in Dubai. “Have you ever done it in Dubai?”

“Done what in Dubai?” My eyes narrowed as his widened. “Not that! I mean sky diving!!” “No we were meant to but we ah… went Skiing instead.” I awkwardly recalled, scratching the back of my neck. If only we went to Dubai, maybe things would have turned out very differently for my family.

“Ah nice..” Charles nodded as I glanced to see a video of a monkey on his screen. “What’s that?” I pointed out as he attempted to scroll by quickly.

“That was nothing.”

“No, a video of a monkey. On the floor.” I turned up to look at his lips tugging into an amused smile. “You really want to see it?”

“I do.” What Charles proceeded to show me was a video of a monkey physically chasing him around a group of people whilst he sprinted frantically away. I cried with laughter, watching it three times over as Charles shook his head, holding it in his hands.

“That’s- that’s too funny.” I giggled to myself as Charles let out a low chuckle. “You’re crying!” Charles exclaimed, laughing again himself as he rested a hand on my thigh.

“I can’t help it, that was so funny.” I wiped at the tears that had fallen from my ambush of laughter. “I was frightened… for my life.”

“I could tell.” I giggled, glancing down to see his hand still rested on my upper thigh. “I like you, Lila.” Charles spoke on an exhale as I turned to face him now. “Hm?” My smile perked as my laughter settled down.

“I really like you.” His brows furrowed, causing me to swoon at the serious expression that covered his face. “I like you too, Charles-” I casually responded.

“No, like.. I really like you.” He nodded as my lips parted slightly. “Yeah, so do I…” I whispered, gaining the confidence to move forwards and press a gentle kiss to his lips. It surprised me how quickly the kiss happened, Charles’ hand slipped over my cheek and I swear I had to hold onto his arm so I wouldn’t go dizzy from how intense I felt kissing him. It was more than good.

When we broke apart there was a second or so of silence, it was comfortable, his eyes were gazing over my face, a gentle smile lingered as I let out a slight breath of laughter. “I wanted to do that in Spain but the paparazzi ruined it.” My face heated remembering our date. “Oh yeah.” I brushed the lip gloss slightly off the outside of my lip. “Now your lips are shiny.” I pointed out as he laughed, throwing an arm around me, the other wiping at the gloss.

“How long are you in Hungary for?” He then asked, eyes flickering up and down over my lips again. “Ah, just until tomorrow.” Charles eyebrows furrowed slightly. “What about Belgium?”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Will you come? I’ll take you out before- and after.” Charles shrugged. “Before and after?!” “Yeah, and I’ll even get pole position for you…” interesting…

#charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles Leclerc x schuchmacher daughter #Charles leclerc x OC

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 11 months

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Hey so I just found your account and omg?? it's literally so amazing 😭✋

Anyways-I was just looking through a bunch of the twist monster au headcannons/stories, and I thought of a scenario that could be done!

Basically the cast reacting to gender neutral or female reader/yuu acting stuff out in their book they are reading like poses, dialogue, just genuine reactions to the text itself

ex. Throwing the book across the room and them being genuinely concerned that something happened bc reader is just staring off into space or cursing but what actually happened was either a character died/did something embarrassing/the mc and love interest finally kiss

Anyways that's all I had in mind hope you have a good day/night! <3

Omg thank you! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the content! QvQ

Ah, books. Such a wonderful creation humans made to fill us with raw, pure emotion or shattering our hearts and souls into a million tiny pieces—only for us to read it again and again! Don’t you just love those moments as a reader? UvU

Except for cliffhangers. Readers have a love/hate relationship with it, writers adore cliffhangers! ÒvÓ

So, what happens if we take a bookreader!Yuu (they/them) and throw them into Twisted Monsterland where even the history books read like a world guide/omnibus to a game or TV series? Oh, and I took a bit of inspiration from a Disney princess comic and a Bill Watterson “Calvin and Hobbes” comic for two of these scenarios. 😂

/-----------/

“Jeez, you sure you’ve got enough books, Yuu?”

“The librarian wouldn’t let me check out more than ten at a time,” Yuu replied, their backpack and arms filled with thick books. “Wish I could’ve gotten ten more at least, but this’ll do for now.”

“Are you sure you can even read all those before next semester?” Deuce asked in concern. “Those look pretty…dense.”

“Oh, I’ll be done in a week. Maybe a week and a half if we get a lot of homework.”

“Funya?! You gotta be kidding me!” Grim said. “Can humans read that fast?”

“Not everyone. Some people are slow readers, but that’s okay since they enjoy it at their own pace while I enjoy it at mine. Only problem for me is choosing which one of these I want to read first!”

/Later that night/

“Yuu? It’s time to eat!” Grim called out. Silence greeted him as he stared at Yuu, who was sitting on the couch with their face practically buried in a book. Frowning, the chimera padded over to the couch and repeated, “Yuu! I’m hungry!”

Still the human didn’t seem to respond, their shoulders hunching as they turned the page.

“Yuu? Yuu!” Huffing, Grim crossed his arms as he glared up at them. “You’ve been reading for the past three hours! How much longer are you gonna read that book?”

“What’s going on, pal?” one of the ghosts asked as the trio appeared.

Gesturing his paws at Yuu, he said, “They’ve been reading ever since we got back from the library today, and now they’re not reactin’ to me. It’s dinner time and they haven’t made any food yet!”

Before anyone could even think of what to say, a loud, shrill squeal filled the dorm.

“Eeeeeee!!!” Yuu squealed, a huge grin on their face as they flopped to the side and kicked their legs like a nervous rabbit while holding the book against their chest. “Omg it happened, it happened!!”

“Mrah!? What?! What happened?!” Grim yelled, wings flared out defensively while his fur bristled. “Why are you yelling!”

“My new OTP!! They finally kissed!!” Yuu said, their eyes wide as they rocked from side to side. “They kissed!! Yes!! Yesyesyesyesyessssss!!!”

“OTP? What’s an OTP??” one of the other ghosts asked.

“It’s what we like to call the ‘one true pairing’ in a story,” Yuu explained, a positively giddy expression on their face with eyes shining brighter than the stars as they struck a dramatic pose. “It’s two characters who vibe with each other on a level that you just can’t help but want them to be together—and the author brought these two together!! Yeeeeeeeee, I’m so happy!!”

“And loud,” Grim grumbled, paws clamped over his ears. “Why are you standing like that?”

“It’s how the main character professed their love for the other!”

“…are all humans as weird as you?”

“Trust me, there are people out there that are way crazier in their excitement than I am right now.”

“Really?!”

“Oh yeah. Don’t even get me started on the fanfics people write.”

“Fan…fics?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child…”

/Two days later/

“Heeeey, lil’ Shrimpy~!”

“Mm…”

“Eh…? Hey, Shrimp…why are you ignorin’ us? It’s not very nice.”

“Now, now, Floyd. One mustn’t interrupt a reader when they’re indulging in such a riveting story.”

“Shh,” Yuu muttered, their brow furrowed as they hunched closer to the book. “I’m at the best part!”

Floyd frowned as he laid his head on his arms, the basilisk slumping against the table. “Man, this is lame,” he said. “You promised to come play basketball with me today!”

“Once I finish this part, we can go do whatever you want, okay, Floyd?”

Jade hummed in amusement as he said, “A rather daring proposition you just offered, Yuu.”

“We have to do a buncha reading for class anyway,” Floyd said with a bored expression. “And Crabby and Mackerel said you finished two other books already, so what’s the point of thi-”

“AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!?!?” Yuu shrieked, leaping out of their chair as Jade and Floyd recoiled in shock. Before the twins could react, Yuu had ducked back into their chair and pressed the book even closer to their face than before.

“…lemmie see that,” Floyd said, leaning over the table to grab it.

“No, no! It’s fine, go do something else!” Yuu said all too quickly, sinking even lower and turning away from Floyd’s reaching claws. “I think I heard Riddle in the hallway.”

“Lemmie see it!”

“No! You can’t read it!” Yuu cried out, bolting away from the table holding the book tight to their chest.

“Get back here, Shrimpy!”

“Noooo!!”

“Oh my,” Jade uttered, eyes wide for a moment before he chuckled. “Perhaps I should look into this book when they’ve finished it.”

/The next day/

“Oh no…oooh noooooo, I hate this so much!”

“Then why are you reading it?” Jamil asked, the naga curled around them. “If you don’t like it, just take it back to the library.”

“I can’t! It’s soooooo good!” Yuu said, practically throwing themselves backwards onto Jamil’s snake half with the book pressed against their face.

“Eh? But wait, you just said you hated it,” Kalim said in confusion.

“I hate it, but I love it so much,” Yuu told them with a whine, their head now touching the floor on the other side of Jamil’s snake body yet still draped over him like a cat. “This book will ruin your heart and shatter your soul into a million pieces!...you should read it too!”

“Given how dramatic you’re being, it might not be wise,” Jamil said with a sigh.

“Read it!”

“It’s okay, Yuu. We can read together! It’ll be more fun that way!”

“Kalim, no. You still need to study for the next potions exam.”

“Augh, I need someone to talk about this story with so we can lament in solidarity!”

“…have you been taking lessons from Rook lately?”

/Three days later/

“Um…is Yuu okay? They’re looking a little…tense.”

It had been several days since Yuu borrowed a stack of books, and already they had gone through nearly half of their hoard. Between classes and on breaks or after finishing tests, it wasn’t hard for students to notice the lone human with their nose between the pages of one book after the other. Even the researchers had taken note of Yuu’s behavior in between tests, making note of their expressions and how their body changes with each scene depicting their emotions. It was noteworthy how they reacted when a character in the story did something “cringeworthy and stupid” (as Yuu would explain when asked), it looked as though the human had swallowed a lemon.

At the moment they were sitting in Heartslabyul, yet another book in their arms as they sat on one side of the lounge. Cater had taken progression snapshots of Yuu’s body slowly curling into itself, eyes steadily growing wider and wider to the point it looked as though they’d bolt away in panic.

“They’re fine,” Grim told Trey as he munched on a snack. “They’ve been like this since they got all those books. That’s the pose they had last time when their Ohteevee smooched or somethin’.”

“Oh, you mean ‘OTP’, Grimmy,” Cater corrected with a smile. “That’s so cute! Our human has an OTP already~!”

“I’ve heard of hitting the books, but this is ridiculous,” Ace commented with a sigh. “They’ve been reading so long that I forgot what half their face looks li-”

“GRAAAAH!!!!”

SLAM! Fwump!!

“Gyah!?” the boys yelped, everyone staring at Yuu as they sat on the couch with a dark scowl.

“Yo, what the heck? Why’d you throw the book like that?” Ace asked, pointing at the large tome on the other side of the couch now.

“Um…Yuu?” Deuce began when they didn’t respond. “Are…you okay?”

“……I’m mad,” came the response, Yuu’s expression growing more annoyed as they stared off into space.

“About what?” Riddle asked in surprise.

Yuu’s gaze turned to the discarded book, their expression as though they had been betrayed by a trusted friend as they said, “Because my favorite character died, and I refuse to read how the book ends when there’s literally two freaking pages left! That’s not enough space to bring them back in a satisfying way!!”

“Y…you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Ace grumbled with a sigh. “That big of a reaction just because a fictional character was killed off?”

“You weren’t there to see the struggles they went through! I saw them change from an annoying bully into a fully developed and vulnerable character who wanted to take charge of their life—and the author killed them off!” Jumping to their feet, Yuu marched towards Ace and Deuce’s room where they’d left their stuff and said, “Where’s my notebook? I need to fix this!”

“What are you gonna do?” Grim called out.

“Write a fanfic, because my scrunkly deserves to be happy!”

“Huh? Scrunkly??”

/Final day/

“Oh, Great Seven…what happened in your book this time?” Vil asked with a sigh.

Yuu sniffled as they tried to dry their tears, though it was difficult as more continued to flow down their cheeks. “I…I just finished my last book,” they said, their voice cracking a little with emotion as Grim pat their arm reassuringly.

“All ten books in a week?” Vil said in surprise. “That’s…impressive. Even so, why are you so upset? Was the story that horrible?”

“No…it…it…it was too good!” Yuu cried out, clutching the book so tight that their knuckles turned white as the tears flowed freely now.

“Ah…such pure, raw human emotion,” Rook crooned. “To express it so freely without fear…beaute!”

“Was the book really that good?” Epel asked.

“Yes!” Yuu wailed. “Now that it’s over, I…I don’t know what to do with myself now…”

Peering at the title, Vil gave a thoughtful hum and said, “Oh, that story. I hear there is supposed to be a spin-off book series. The first one should have released just the other day.”

“Really?!”

“Mrrr…now you’ve done it,” Grim grumbled with a sigh. “Here we go again.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #jamil viper #kalim al asim #jade leech #floyd leech #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #i had a lot of fun with this once i figured out where to go with it!

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silversodas · 1 year

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Wilson’s Dad energy

Something I don’t think Wilson Higgsbury gets credit for, is while it’s questionable wether or not he should be put in charge of the kids he does care about them and supports them in a way he wishes he could have been supported as a kid.

Also, as a pleasant surprise, Wilson loves children in general, a trait not usually given to the scientist character. This is evident in his quotes on the children and their stuff, I have been wanting to compile as many as I could in a post for a while. The game has rapidly evolved, especially Don’t Starve together so if I miss any let me know.

Let’s start with Wendy and Abigail

Abigail is considered a mob since she is a ghost, but she counts especially with the miss information that gets spread around about how Wilson dos not like her which isn’t true, far from it. I mean yeah, Wilson constantly quotes OTHER ghosts about how much he does not like them, but not his ghost child, or any other ghost child interestingly

Pipspook- “Awww, does someone have a little boo-boo?”

It sounds condescending in text, but from Wilson it sounds genuinely nice, especially since his other quotes on random ghost consist of “you got a lotta nerve existing!!” Each character has an observation quote on Abigail, and each one is either scared, sad, or in Willow’s case just curious, but what is Wilson “that offends me as a scientist” Higgsbury’s impression?

Abigail- “Aww, she has a cute little bow”

That’s a flower Wilson. But it doesn’t make his first impression of Abigail any less endearing, and he has more enduring quotes about both sisters in the Wendy rework, or more he has dos not always understand but try’s to be supportive Dad energy quotes like the Sisturn.

Honestly, I didn’t think the game would take Wendy in a Green Witch direction but I am here for it. A lot of people think that the ashes you use for the urn are Abbeys but it’s kinda part of the “spell” for lack of a better word. It’s similar to the mini shrines Japanese families keep in their house of their loved ones when they pass but with a magic twist, the ashes are for protection and the flowers are offerings.

When the Sisturn is full of flowers it raises the sanity of every survivor near it. Technically, that good calming aura is actually Abby herself calming the others with her presence. That’s why characters like Wickerbottom are shocked at the presence they feel, it’s Abby.

Wilson isn’t fazed by the Sisturn, or freaked out by it, and shows his support in true Dad fashion

Sisturn (empty)- “Some flowers would liven it up a bit”

Sisturn (some flowers)- “A few more should do the trick”

Sisturn (full)- “What a brilliant boo-quet!”

The first pun kinda made me roll my eyes but the last one was really cute. He treats the Sisturn like it’s a normal thing to have, him and Webber are the only two not acting brand new, and contributes to gathering flowers for it like the rest of the characters but doesn’t think it’s weird or even a big deal. It’s when the Sisturn is full that they feel Abby’s presence and people start going “woah, what!?” But Wilson exclaims “what a brilliant boo—quet!” To feeling Abby’s calming presence and I think that’s beautiful.

In the rework, Wendy is interested in plants, and in the constant becomes a full blown green witch with her ghostly elixirs for Abby. Wilson, who has a distaste for magic still shows support for the elixir’s and they are technically science the same way Wilson uses science, with the line between magic and science being razor thin.

All Ghostly Elixirs- “Ah yes. Vary science-y”

Not really high praise, but Wilson being a man who speaks without thought and is actually choosing his words carefully here, shows him caring about the person listening to him. He knows this is something she cares about, he doesn’t have to understand it to support it. Also is it just me, or did Wilson name these potions?

Revenant Restorative, Spectral Cure-All, Unyielding Draught, Distilled Vengeance, Nightshade Nostrum, and Vigor Mortis

I know everything is a pun in this game, but Vigor Mortis definitely sounds like something he would come up with.

Side note on Wendy- Wendy speaks in deadpan and has a dry sense of humor like Maxwell, but she isn’t needlessly mean either and she is actually really attached to the other survivors (love is found in the trauma bond). As a matter of fact a lot of her quotes is her expressing fear of them leaving her. She shows signs of abandonment issues, and that’s not surprising, the sudden death of an immediate family member can sometimes cause the child to feel abandoned, even when they know it wasn’t their choice to go. She has some interesting quotes on the ghost forms of the survivors.

Wendy to Wilson: That was a bad experiment Wilson….I’ll get a heart

Wendy to Willow: Say hi to Abigail while I go get you a heart Willow

Wendy to Maxwell: should I give you a heart? Hmm..

Wendy to Webber: A heart could bring back my friend

Wendy to Wortox: did you lose a game Wortox?

These are all in good humor and fondness but she has a bit more interesting quotes for a few of the other ghosts players

Wendy to Wolfgang: Everyone leaves…

Wendy to Wickerbottom: everyone that leaves takes a piece of my heart

Wendy to Wigfrid: Don’t go Wigfrid…take my heart..

Wendy to Wes: you won’t leave us if we give you a heart, right?

At first I thought maybe she liked them a bit better since she shows a fear of losing them and maybe wasn’t that close with Wilson or Willow. But then realized that she has similar reactions to Webber, her vary best friend, and Wortox, who has done the impossible and made Wendy laugh! So now I am thinking it’s the other way around.

Kids feel like they can be teasing and mischievous with people and adults they trust and know like them. Perhaps she doesn’t know where she stands with some survivors and she gets more desperate for them not to leave because she is afraid they will leave her. With Wickerbottom I think it’s more her being hard to read so Wendy doesn’t always feel reassured, even if Wickerbottom watches her and the kids a good chunk of the time. Wendy may feel like she can tease and be calm with Webber, Maxwell or Wilson because she is more reassured they don’t want to leave her.

This story is notorious for being all over the place, they have bits of their story and lore everywhere, it’s like your seeing the notes and story board at all times and your witnessing the story be put together in real time. Recently, they have been leaning more to the original don’t starve together origin of Wilson and Willow being the OGs and everyone showing up a little later (don’t starve inevitable being an example). But that could change, let’s be real.

My point is, if we see it from that point of view, Wendy was actually the third character to be added to the game. It would explain why she seems so comfortable with Wilson and Willow, she even has this sweet quote for when Willow sets something on fire

Wendy to fire starter Willow: come Willow, let’s watch the world burn together

Wendy may have a harder time understanding Wilson, but I get the feeling that he is a positive constant presence, and she is VARY used to having him around. So if he leaves the main base for more then a couple of days, she may not ask where he is, but she will visibly start looking for him. And when she eventually finds where he Galavanted off to, she will just stand there and wait for him to notice her, it never fails to make him scream and jump a foot in the air. Abigail thinks he’s funny

Next Up is Webber

Now Wilson HATES spiders, and I mean really hates them, and yeah there are quotes of Wilson being wary of Webber

Attacker Webber-I’ll roll up a news paper, just in case

I think it’s to show that Wilson didn’t trust Webber right away, I think what brings Wilson around is how much Webber likes him. It’s heavily hinted that Wilson reminds him of his Dad, and we recently learned that his Father never had time for him. Maybe Wilson learns this and they started getting closer from there, because he definitely does go out of his comfort zone for Webber. Like with the spider care addition to the game. Wilson has some pretty cute quotes for the spider care iteams

Healing goop is an item that heals Webbers pet spiders

Healing Goop-If I see any spiders around I I’ll be sure to give it to them. Maybe

He is REALLY not a fan of the pet spiders, but he is willing to get over himself for Webber, or at least he is trying.

There are also these cute treats Webber makes for them

Wilson has two quotes for them

1) “oh wow that looks….delicious Webber”

2) “Ah I…just ate! Why don’t you give it to one of your spider friends?”

Wilson may be a bit more graceful then Willow, but just like her, he is as blunt as a brick. So him holding back to not squash his enthusiasm, especially when he knows Webber holds his opinion in high regard, speaks volumes.

Next is Wurt

Wurts back story is no doubt painful, but thankfully her reasons for hanging out with the survivors isn’t. The survivors have kids her age to play with, kinda implying that it’s vary rare for kids to get turned into merms, and as a bonus they have this stuff called candy!! Also books are neat

Wilson is not a fan of many of the monsters of the world, but she is a kid and now one of them so he acts accordingly

Being revived by Wurt-“why thank you, Wurt”

I don’t know, Wurt kinda has a hard time communicating and is still learning human stuff, so I thought Wilson’s clear, direct and cheerful thank you was especially sweet.

Craftsmerm House- “it’s actually kinda cute”

Wurt has a quote on the craftsmerm house “made it with own claws” so it’s sweet that he supports her enthusiasm.

Finally we have Walter

Walter is (as far as we know) the oldest of the survivor children, like a lot of kids his age he has something to prove. Walter actually brings something new to the table in terms of gameplay, Walter is presented as a support class player, much like Wortox and Wormwood.

Wormwoods position is defense, he can create traps to create a line of defense in battle and defend bases.

Wortox’s position is technically medic, he can collect the souls of fallen enemies and release them near allies to heal them. He also does not need the same resources humans do, he doesn’t eat food, so he easily acts as an extra set of hands to gather supplies.

Walters position is overwatch, not the game, the actual position overwatch is to be that extra gun that waits outside an operation and comes in if their is trouble. Walter is ment to stay on the side lines and be supporting fire. He also has vary handy ammo that confuses enemies and momentarily stops agro towards fellow survivors. As an added bonus he fears vary little and can tell stories around the fire

Being a supporter he has the personality of someone you can rely on, he wants to be Johnny on the spot. So I had a new respect for Wilson for his quote on being revived by Walter

Reviver- “I can always count on Walter”

Wilson knows how important it is to Walter to be seen as helpful. To be seen as that person you can count on. This quote really made me smile. Wilson’s quote on ghost Walter is cute as well

Walter, Ghost- “I know your having fun, but we’d best find you a heart”

I love that Wilson never try’s to over parentify himself on the kids. Instead of trying to be an authority figure, he prioritizes being a comforting parent figure rather then an authoritative one.

Maybe it’s because he knows what it feels like to be without one, and how hurtful it is to have your interests dismissed when your young. But that’s just my take on it, it’s still a popular theory that Wilson is a remittance man. And with the Wilson rework of him just kinda being dropped at his house may be starting to prove that right

#dont starve together #dont starve #ds wilson #ds wendy #ds abigail #ds webber #ds walter #ds wurt #wow I had way more to say about Wendy then I thought #I really hope this is coherent #this was so hard to structure for some reason

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Feall and Wyld

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Twenty-Eight

A JSE Fanfic

I thought this chapter would be short because I was very busy this week. Turns out, it's actually almost 7000 words so whoops. It's also the first fic I'm publishing where I'm using the new Tumblr text editor (I've been using the Legacy Editor all this time) so forgive me if there are some formatting issues I miss, or if this goes up at the wrong time. Anyway. This chapter is a sandwich. At the beginning and the end we have some personal drama with Henrik, and in the middle we have Marvin learning a bunch of weird magic stuff and exposition. Enjoy XD

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The Cliffs of Feall were one of the southernmost points in the kingdom. The edge of the island suddenly dropped into sheer black rock faces, with a slight pebbly beach at the bottom that was only visible during low tide. The Dragon’s Greatwoods fell away, leaving an empty field right before the cliffs dropped into the sea.

The Phantoms had set up camp in the middle of this field. It was much smaller than the one they’d had in the mountains. Much more... thrown-together. It was still a solid camp, but after Wyvernlair—a camp that had been set up for years—anything would be worse in comparison. Many of the Phantoms missed the safety of being surrounded by a protective ring of dragon bones. Though not all of them had come from Wyvernlair. Some had joined up from other camps. Most notably, the crew of the Serpent’s Wake were here, their ship floating farther out at sea where there was no risk of running aground.

Jackie and Henrik had arrived the night before. This morning, the two of them had gathered all the Masked Phantoms to share important information. Everyone had to be on the same page if they were going to continue their resistance efforts. So, they told everyone. The King they were fighting against was an enchanter with the power to manipulate the mind.

The gathering had instantly devolved into chaos after that.

Now, Henrik sat near the cliff’s edge. Not close enough to be in danger of falling, but close enough to see the sea below. He watched the Serpent’s Wake, anchored in the water, for a while. It was mostly empty now. Most of the crew had come over to camp early in the morning. Though they would be going back to the ship to sleep. Henrik didn’t really understand that choice.

“Sitting here all by yourself, sova?”

Henrik jumped a little. He twisted around, and saw Vsevna standing nearby. “You startled me,” he breathed. “That is not a good thing to do at the edge of a cliff.”

“Deeply sorry.” Vsevna grinned, giving a little two-finger salute. “May I join you?”

“Y-yes. Of course.” Henrik turned back around and hoped his face wasn’t as red as he felt it was.

Vsevna sat down next to him, crossing his legs. The grass around them was fairly long, reaching shin-length when standing. “Thinking about something?” Vsevna asked.

“Actually, I was thinking about you—your ship, I mean,” Henrik hurried to add. “It has to be an inconvenience to spend the night there. You have to find a path down the cliff, find where you left the rowboats, and then paddle all the way back out there. Seems like too much trouble.”

“Not too much.” Vsevna shrugged. “Considering we do not have any tents on board, we can’t stay in camp in any case.”

“I’m sure others would let you share a tent with them.”

Vsevna grinned. “Are you offering?”

“I—” Henrik choked.

Vsevna laughed. “Ah, I would not put that much pressure on you, Henrik.” He put a hand on Henrik’s shoulder. “Never feel pressured, yes? I don’t wish to be that sort of person.”

“Y-yes. I understand.” Henrik nodded. He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“I came to check on you,” Vsevna said. “Jackie wanted to, but he is busy calming things down back there.” He jerked his head back towards the camp. “Five different people have already turned in their masks.”

Henrik groaned and let his head fall into his hands. “Of course.” He didn’t blame people for wanting to leave the Phantoms after hearing that news. Fighting a king was difficult enough. Imagine fighting a king with magic.

“Most people are staying, but they are still concerned,” Vsevna continued. “People are asking about witchcraft charms to protect the mind.”

“Those do exist,” Henrik mumbled. “But the materials for them... I am not sure how easy it will be to find glass or clear crystals.”

“Some of them are, what is the word? Ah yes. Outraged.”

Henrik laughed at the casual way Vsevna said that. “There was a lot of shouting at the meeting.”

Vsevna inclined his head, not laughing. “They are not mad at you. At this King. I know there is a lot of faith in the royal bloodline in this kingdom, so it must feel like a betrayal. I heard a few siding with your friend Marvin’s ideas of just killing the King.”

“Things are that bad, then.” Henrik sighed. “I suppose it’s a good sign. I never liked this blind faith many in Glasúil had towards the royals. But it was mostly harmless. Until we needed to start a revolution.”

“Kings and queens are nonsense.” Vsevna rolled his eye.

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but I am not surprised that you do.” Leylodka, Vsevna’s home nation, was ruled by a council, not a single monarch. It was very strange. “Do you think Jackie needs my help?”

“Do you think you can help?” Vsevna asked quietly.

Henrik bristled. “I am one of the people who started this.”

“No, that came out wrong. Of course you are capable. But, well... you must have left for a reason. It couldn’t have been just for the view.” Vsevna gestured at the open sea surrounding the cliffs.

Henrik had left for a reason. All that shouting, all that chaos, it was so much. He’d felt himself starting to untether. And this was not the time to slip out of reality and into his own mind. So, he had whispered that to Jackie, and Jackie had suggested he take a moment. Henrik had readily agreed. And now, here he was. But he wasn’t keen on telling Vsevna why he left. He was... still afraid.

The moment of quiet turned into a longer silence. The two of them sat near the edge and stared out at the open ocean. “Do you know what the name of this place means?” Vsevna asked.

“The Cliffs of Feall? No, I never thought about it. It is just the name.”

“‘Just’ a name. All names have meanings.” Vsevna stretched, raising his hands over his head and bending back. “I have been to many places, I always like hearing why they’re called what they are. Sometimes places are named after people. Sometimes they are named after the nature around them. Sometimes they are named after a myth.”

“Alright.” Henrik raised an eyebrow. “What are the Cliffs of Feall named after?”

“Well, that is the interesting part. See, ‘Feall’ used to be a word in Glassish. It meant... ah, what is it? When you... traitor someone.”

A small snrk sound escaped Henrik’s mouth. “Traitor someone?”

“Yes! Traitor someone, like when you stab them in the back and they scream out ‘Augh! Why are you traitoring me?!’”

Henrik burst into laughter. “It’s ‘betray.’ Traitor is a noun. A traitor will betray someone, and they will scream ‘Why are you betraying me?!’”

Vsevna rolled his eyes. “You knew what I meant.”

“I did, I did. And I agree, that is a stupid noun-verb pairing. They are too different. Glasish should be more consistent.” Henrik coughed, and resumed a more serious tone. “So, ‘feall’ used to mean ‘betrayal,’ then?”

“Yes. I think it was a specific sort of betrayal. It must not have been a common kind, if they stopped using the word.”

“Maybe. There are many reasons people could stop using a word.” Henrik nodded, looking thoughtful. “Do you think they are called the Cliffs of Feall because a betrayal happened here?”

“That is what everyone assumes. Perhaps someone pushed someone off the edge.” Vsevna leaned forward as if he was peering over the side of the cliff, even though they weren’t close enough for that.

“Not a very...Not a good omen, to have a camp here, then,” Henrik muttered. “Though, if I am being honest, I was a bit wary about this location for a while. It is not too far from the Wyldwoods on the west half of the kingdom. Perhaps some strange magic could drift over to us.”

“Bah. Even if that could happen, Wyldlands are nothing compared to the Wyldseas out there.” Vsevna grinned. “Don’t worry, Henrik, me and my crew have seen worse. We are very able to protect everyone.”

“Hah. Yes, I... I am not worried.” Henrik ran his hand through his hair, partially hiding his warm face again. “You... are very capable. And... very kind.”

“Thank you.” Vsevna stared at him for a moment longer, then turned back to the sea. “Do you want to be alone? I could leave.”

“No!” Henrik gasped, then cleared his throat. “No, you can stay. Please. I-I may not say much, after a while, but I would like your company.”

Vsevna smiled at him. “Company it is, then.”

The two of them sat there for some time. Long enough for the shadows to move. They said nothing. But occasionally, Henrik would open his mouth to speak. To tell Vsevna everything. All of the feelings Henrik had for ages now. But... the words never came. Those fearful thoughts were still there, stopping him. Telling him that there were so many ways this could go wrong, that what was happening now was fine and he shouldn’t risk things suddenly getting worse. Telling him that... that most likely... Vsevna wouldn’t want to bother once he knew about Henrik’s symptoms.

He didn’t like those thoughts. But he couldn’t push through them. Not now.

Until, eventually, Jackie arrived to tell the two of them that things had calmed down and the whole camp was now eating lunch. They all headed back, Henrik trailing silently behind with all those words he wanted to say still stuck in his throat.

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One week. Marvin had been walking through the Wyldwood for one week. And he still had no answers. In fact, he had even more questions.

Why were the trees alive? Or, more alive than plants normally were? Why did Draco—his familiar, who he should know everything about—have a connection to this place? Did the Wyldwood have a mind of its own? If it did, why did it want him here? It was herding him towards a location, but where?

He never seemed to get too hungry. At most, his hunger was a slight discomfort that could occasionally be sated with a few fruit and berries from the nearby plants. Not just any fruit or berries, though. Marvin had learned the hard way that some of them were dangerous. One time, he tried eating a fruit that looked like a dark green apple. Draco had meowed and tried pawing at him, but he’d quickly taken a bite before the cat could do anything about it. The moment he swallowed it, pain like sharp thorns had erupted in his throat. And then his stomach. That had kept him from moving at all for the rest of the day. Another time, Draco batted some bright red berries out of Marvin’s hand. The moment they hit the ground, they burst open, their juice sizzling and burning the grass.

He quickly learned to listen to Draco when it came to the food.

Thirst was similar. It was there, but rarely more than an inconvenience. And there were plenty of small streams and ponds around, many of which had unnaturally clear, clean water that instantly quenched his thirst.

But not all the water was safe. Marvin had walked towards an unusually wide river one day, only for the roots of the trees to rise from the ground and form a waist-high barrier. Curious, he’d watched the pond for a while. About ten minutes passed, and Marvin watched as a large reptilian head poked out of the water, green and slimy with yellow eyes the size of his hand. It soon disappeared again, and Marvin swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. He wasn’t sure what the Wyldwood wanted, but at least he now knew it didn’t want him dead.

And he knew he wasn’t alone in the woods.

Even though he never saw another living thing besides plants and Draco, he saw signs of other beings. Splashes in the streams just as he arrived. Movement in the corner of his vision. Strange symbols carved into the bark of trees. Tracks on the ground. One time he found a particularly long stretch of mud, embedded with a perfect set of footprints... that turned into a perfect set of hoofprints halfway through the mud.

His mind raced. He’d heard of all sorts of magical creatures in books, but he’d never seen any. The closest he got was occasionally hearing fierce wind in the distance that could have been hiding a clamor of voices—supposedly, that was a sign of the Wild Hunt passing by. But it could have just been wind, as well. Other than that, he had no experience with magical creatures. He half-believed they’d all died out like the dragons. But now he was starting to reconsider that...

One week. One week of walking, of following the path that the Wyldwood made and Draco led him through. One week of wondering what in the world was going on. One week of worrying about Jameson and Chase, who he’d been taken away from.

And then they arrived at their destination.

Marvin could tell something was happening because of the way Draco kept pausing. Muscles tensed, whiskers and ears twitching, clearly picking up on something that Marvin couldn’t sense. He grabbed his amulet—which had not stopped glowing since he’d ended up in the Wyldwood—and cautiously followed.

The thick trees became thin trees, letting in more sunlight through the canopy of branches. Those trees gradually fell away, revealing the edge of a cliff. Well, no. It was just a hill, but the drop was so steep and rocky that it might as well have been a cliff. Marvin stopped just before the sudden slope and looked down.

His first instinct was to call it a clearing, but that didn’t sound right. Forest clearings still had some sort of life in them. This was a circle of rocky ground, dead grays and blacks, an area sunken into the ground big enough for a small town to fit comfortably but almost entirely empty of anything but stone earth. In the very center was a... cabin of some kind. Maybe. It was far away. Definitely a building. It was surrounded by a circle of gray trees, leafless, their branches unnaturally twisted.

Marvin raised his hand. The cabin and its trees were far enough away that he could hide them completely from his vision with just his palm. And yet... looking at it, standing on the edge of this rocky circle... It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He grabbed his amulet. And as he did, he noticed its glow was flickering. “Don’t tell me this is where you want me to go,” he muttered, looking down at Draco.

Draco stared back up at him. The fur on his back was on end, as was his tail. He didn’t like this place any more than Marvin did.

{You don’t have to walk into that blasted heath just yet.}

For a mad moment, Marvin thought that Draco had spoken. But then he looked around wildly and saw a man standing next to him, just out of arm’s reach. “You!” Marvin gasped. His grip on the amulet tightened and he tried to pull forth his magic. But, strangely, he was having trouble grasping it. The magic kept slipping out of reach.

The man was previously looking down into the circle of rocky ground, but now he turned to face Marvin and smiled gently. {I think you’re mistaking me for someone else.} Though the man’s mouth didn’t move, Marvin heard his voice clear as day.

That strange sight made Marvin pause. He gave the man a closer look. He had thought the man was the King at first glance, but no. There were differences. Though he had the King’s green eyes, golden circlet, and general features, his brown hair was longer, pulled back in a small bun, and his beard wasn’t quite as thick. He wore a green cloak, as the King was often seen doing, but it was a lighter shade than the King’s. There was a weapon by the man’s side, but it was not a seax knife. Instead, a simple short sword. Marvin didn’t recognize the specific design, but he’d spent enough time with Jackie to recognize it was a lightweight model meant for one-handed use.

Jackie had also said that royal warriors hadn’t used one-handed swords in hundreds of years, which is why they were always surprised when Jackie used his. The fighting style for that sort of sword—especially when using two—threw them off.

Hundreds of years...

With a start, Marvin finally noticed the most obvious discrepancy: he could see through the man. The surrounding environment was vaguely visible through his body, as if it was made of fog. “Wh... what are you?” Marvin asked. “Who are you?”

{I am... merely a memory,} the man said. Marvin also realized then that the voice was coming not from the man, but from within his own head.

“You’re a spirit,” Marvin said slowly. “A spirit of an enchanter?”

{You’re deadly sharp, aren’t you?} The man grinned.

“But... your eyes.” Marvin stared at the man, confused. “Royal green.”

{Did you think your current ruler was the only Glasúil to be an enchanter?} The man shook his head. {It’s run in the family for ages. But it started to die out a few generations after me. Strong enchanters, like your current ruler, are rarer and rarer in the Glasúil bloodline.}

This must be a very old spirit. Only ancient texts referred to the royal family as the Glasúils. Nowadays people only used it to refer to the kingdom as a whole. “I... won’t lie, I’m a bit alarmed that the royals have been enchanters ‘for ages,’” Marvin says carefully.

{That’s good. That’s a natural response. If you weren’t alarmed, I would be worried.} The man chuckled.

Marvin paused. “Which King were you?” he asked. “Those eyes must mean royal blood, and if I wasn’t sure... that circlet you’re wearing, it’s the one the King or Queen always wears.”

{You’re right, I was a King of this land,} the man said. {My name was Samuel. Though I usually preferred just Sam.}

Marvin gaped at him, absolutely speechless. “S... Samuel the Green-Eyed?” he finally managed to whisper. “The... the first ruler? The one who united the kingdom?”

{The very same. But please. Just Sam is fine.} The man—Samuel—Sam tilted his head. {I understand I’m a bit of a legend these days.}

Marvin nodded wordlessly.

{I’m honored. Really. But... all legends tend to get warped by time.} Sam turned and stared back at the rocky clearing. The “blasted heath,” as he’d called it. {There are some things you’ve all forgotten. Though I don’t blame you. It’s hard to remember something when you can’t speak about it.}

A moment passed. When Marvin was sure the spirit wouldn’t say anything more, he also turned to look at the blasted heath. And the strange cabin and trees in the center. “What is this place?” he asked quietly. “Wh-why am I here? Why did the Wyldwood make me come here? Why did Draco?! How did Draco get me here?! He somehow transported me across the kingdom!”

Sam raised an eyebrow. {Oh, don’t you know? Your cat there is actually a cait sìth.}

“Wh—the magical fey cat that’s said to steal souls?” Marvin looked down at Draco with wide eyes. “Really?”

Sam burst into laughter. {No, I’m just having a laugh with you. Cait sìths are much bigger, and they’re almost entirely black.}

“...oh.” Marvin couldn’t believe he was really talking with the ghost of a legendary ruler. And he couldn’t believe that said ruler was a bit of a prankster. “I’m not very good with jokes of that kind,” he grumbled.

{Ah. I’m sorry.} Sam stopped laughing. {But for the real answer... Do you know what familiars are?}

Marvin nodded slowly. “They’re animals summoned by a wizard who are able to do magical things. But if you’re asking where they come from, no one is really sure.” He glanced around at the forest. “Some say they come from the Wyldlands. Like this Wyldwood.”

{Well. That’s partially correct, I suppose,} Sam said thoughtfully. {Familiars are magic itself. They are a bit of the magical energy that resides all around us, taking the shape of an animal that suits the wizard that called them.} He made a grand, sweeping gesture. {And all of the Wyldlands in the world are places where that magical energy gathers. Where it wells up and pools. And since familiars are part of magic, they all have a connection with the Wyld places, like this Wood.}

“Hm.” Marvin nodded slowly. “I... think I understand. Even though Draco is his own being, he’s... related to the Wyldwood. Like a parent and child.”

{That’s a good way of comparing it, yes. And as for why you are here, it is because the Wyldwood asked Draco to bring you here. I suspect it gave him a little bit of the magic gathered here in order to teleport you.}

“How did it do that when we were in Suilthair and the Wyldwood is on the other side of the kingdom?”

Sam waved that question away. {Magic energy is everywhere. The more magic you have, the less distance matters. And things like familiars and Wyldlands, which are magic itself? Everything is within reach.}

“Fascinating.” Though Marvin was in awe at these revelations, and though he longed to know more, he couldn’t let himself be distracted. “But... what is that?” He pointed to the cabin and trees in the center of the blasted heath.

Sam’s expression darkened. {It is a place where something unspeakable happened.}

Marvin waited for more. But nothing came. “Alright... but what happened?”

{Didn’t I tell you? It’s unspeakable.}

“Wait, you mean that literally?”

Sam nodded. {There is strong magic preventing me—or any other living or dead being—from speaking of what happened, or speaking of who did it. The only way to know is to piece it together yourself. And going down into that blasted heath to see for yourself is a key part of that.}

“...alright.” Marvin took a deep breath. He scanned the steep, rocky hillside, looking for the best way down. Then he took a step forward.

{Wait!}

The mental shout was so loud that Marvin physically flinched. “What?” he asked, spinning to look at Sam.

Sam was closer now, reaching out as if he was about to grab Marvin to stop him from going into the heath. {You can’t go just yet,} he said.

“Why not?”

{You need to bring someone else here.}

Marvin’s brows furrowed. “Who?”

{Your friend Chase. He needs to know what happened here.}

That was the last person Marvin expected to hear. But as he thought about it, it made sense. “Wait, does... does this have to do with Jameson’s vision?” he asked. “The one where he saw Chase defeat the King.”

Sam nodded. {We must be sure the future that Jameson Jairsolas saw will come to pass. The knowledge Chase gains here will be invaluable to that.}

Marvin took a step backwards. He let out a long sigh. “Well, I was just with Chase a week ago,” he said, a bit snappishly. “We were in the same city when magic itself decided to whisk me over here. You couldn’t have waited until the next time Chase and I were together and transported us both? It would have saved you at least two weeks’ time. Maybe more! Because I don’t know where Chase is right now! He might’ve been captured, for Elders’ sake!” The trees seemed to rustle as he mentioned the Elders.

{I’m not entirely sure of the situation you were in,} Sam said slowly. {But it seemed like you were about to be captured yourself.}

“You don’t know that. No one knows that! I wasn’t able to try and fight my way out before I was—what was that word you used? ‘Teleport’? Before I was ‘teleported’ here! And why did I have to walk for a week? If you could transport me anywhere because distance doesn’t matter, why not transport me here immediately? Can you put me back? Or, can the Wyldwood put me back? Or—actually, who is behind this? Who’s making sure Jair’s vision comes true? It can’t be just you, you’re a spirit—”

{Are you done yet?} Sam interrupted. He looked unimpressed. {Can I explain?}

“...yes.”

Sam sighed. {You’re right, I’m not behind this. I cannot leave this area, due to unspeakable reasons. As for why Draco couldn’t teleport you and Chase, it’s harder to do with more humans, especially if they’re not particularly magical. Chase happens to have not a drop of magic in his blood. That makes things difficult. So, the plan was to teleport you into the Wyldwood and show you the way here so you could guide Chase—and whoever else you might want to bring—later. It was essential that it was just you. Not only because of the teleportation limits, but because the Wyldwood is a very dangerous place. With Draco’s help, it was able to shield you from the dangers, but it will not be able to do so with more than one person. It is a very powerful magical place. But it is not all-powerful. Nothing is. Not even the unspeakable one.}

Marvin stared at him. “So... I’m supposed to leave this place. Then come back with Chase and maybe more people. And guide them through a very dangerous magical forest. So that Chase can learn something that will help him defeat the King.”

{Yes, exactly.} Sam grinned.

“You never answered one of my questions. Who is doing this? Who is asking that I risk my friends’ lives?!”

Sam paused. {Who is giving Chase his draíslings?}

“He... says that in the dreams, he sees...” Marvin’s eyes went wide as the realization dawned on him. “...he sees the Horned Elder One. God of wild places.”

Sam tilted his head. {I knew you were deadly sharp.} A slight breeze blew through the air, and Sam’s form dissolved into mist and disappeared.

Marvin stood there for a moment. Then he turned around, staggered over to the nearest tree, and sat down at its base. Draco followed him and leapt into his lap, staring up at him with big blue eyes.

This... was a lot.

For a long time, Marvin just sat there, staring up at the sky and processing everything that just happened. Defeating the King was more than saving a kingdom. It was now a mission from the very beings who watched over the world.

Draco rested his head on Marvin’s chest and began to purr. Marvin slowly reached up and started petting him. The motion was comforting. And the weight of a cat—magical or not—was grounding.

Marvin took a deep breath. “Well. I suppose we’ll have a long way to go to get back to Suilthair.” He looked down at Draco. “Unless you can do that ‘teleport’ thing again.”

Draco stopped purring. His eyes began to glow bright blue.

“Of fucking course,” Marvin muttered.

A flash of blue light lit up the Wyldwood.

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“—really, it could have been worse,” Jackie was saying. “Everyone’s calmed down now. Some people have turned in their masks, but I guess that was inevitable. It’s big news. Anna sent out messenger birds delivering the news to other camps, I really hope nothing will happen to them. I can’t even imagine what would happen if the King knew we’re aware he’s an enchanter.”

Henrik nodded absentmindedly. The two of them were sitting on the ground in the tent they shared. It was small, barely big enough for their two bedrolls and packs of possessions, but anything was better than sleeping out in the open.

“Henrik? Schneep, are you with me?” Jackie leaned forward, half-reaching out.

“Ah, yes, sorry.” Henrik shook his head.

“Good.” Jackie dropped his hand. “Sometimes when you go quiet I get worried.” He laughed, but there was a bit of tension in the sound that showed he was more serious than that. “Were you thinking about something?”

“Yes. I-I was thinking about Vsevna again.”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “In what way?”

Henrik rolled his eyes. “In the way that I want to tell him how I feel, but I am nervous.”

“Hmm.” Jackie paused. “What if I was there? Would that help?”

“What? As in, standing beside me while I tell him I lo—I-I have feelings for him?” Henrik stammered over the word, still not fully able to say ‘love’ out loud.

“Yes. Would that help?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Henrik fidgeted, playing with the edge of his scarf. “I would just feel... self-concerned if anyone other than the two of us were there.”

“Hmm. So, don’t do it on the deck of his ship, then,” Jackie said. “Even at night when it’s anchored, someone’s always awake.” He leaned to the side and drew back the tent flap, looking at the sky outside. “How soon do you want to do this, by the way?”

“Ah... I am not sure. Is difficult to plan for.” Henrik paused. “Why?”

“Well, if you want to do it today, you’re running short on time. I think Vsevna and the rest of the Wake’s crew are heading back to the ship for the night soon.”

“What?!” Henrik cried. “But it is nowhere near night!”

“That’s true, but Yuko said something about the tides.” Jackie shrugged. “I think it’s because they put their rowboats on that small beach at the base of the cliffs. If the tide rises to cover it, the boats will... I’m not sure what will happen, but my guess is they’ll either sink or drift into the ocean. Not good.”

“But—they will be back tomorrow, yes?” Henrik insisted.

“Probably.”

“Probably?!”

“The crew practically lives on that ship, there’s no guarantee that all of them will come to camp every day, especially if we’re not going to break camp for a while. It might be easier to just stay on there?” Jackie shrugged. “Personally, I can’t imagine staying on the sea for so long when there’s perfectly good land within rowing distance, but sailors can be—are you going somewhere?”

Halfway through Jackie’s words, Henrik had scrambled to his feet and lunged for the tent door. His heart was beating out of his chest. “I-I think I’m going down to the beach,” he said.

“Hmm?” Jackie pretended to not care, but Henrik could tell he was invested in this. The jittering leg gave it away. “Well, be careful on the path down the cliffs, it’s still very rocky. Have fun. Good luck.”

“Thank you.” Henrik nodded, and then left the tent, running across camp and towards the narrow path that led to the beach at the cliffs’ base.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt spurred to action now. Perhaps it was because he’d seen Vsevna in person for the first time in ages. And now he might not even come off the ship to visit camp? Henrik couldn’t go back to writing letters when he knew that Vsevna was right there. Sure, he might be back tomorrow, but Jackie had sown seeds of doubt in there. Maybe he’d done that intentionally, actually. To urge Henrik to do this sooner rather than later. But it was working!

The steep path to the beach forced Henrik to slow down. And as he did, he started to feel a bit foolish. It wasn’t like Vsevna was leaving. The Serpent’s Wake would be anchored near the Cliffs for a while. Henrik could see him some other time. This didn’t need to happen now. It wasn’t as urgent as it felt.

And then he got down to the beach, boots crunching on the gray pebbles, and saw Vsevna and the other crew members who’d visited camps all loading into the boats. One was already starting to push off the beach and into the water. That sight made it urgent again. “W-wait!” Henrik shouted, running towards the boats.

Vsevna noticed immediately. He turned, surprised, and held up a hand. The rest of the crew noticed as well, then, and paused what they were doing. “Henrik?” Vsevna shouted.

Henrik waved his hands. He came to a skidding halt right at the edge of the surf. “I... I need... to talk to you,” he said, struggling to catch his breath.

“Oh! Yes, of course!” Vsevna nodded. “Is this important?”

“Not... not too important... I suppose.” Henrik pressed a hand to his chest. His heart was beating rapidly, and he wasn’t sure if that was caused by his nerves or the dead sprint. “I... Can we talk... somewhere less... in earshot?”

Vsevna raised an eyebrow. He glanced at Yuko nearby, who also raised an eyebrow and made a sweeping ‘by your leave’ gesture. He looked back at Henrik and grinned. “Of course. Here, we walk this way.”

The two of them walked up the beach, closer to the rocky base of the cliffs. Henrik still wasn’t entirely comfortable knowing that the crew could still see them, but that was the price he paid for a spur-of-the-moment thing like this. “I... This is not... Phantom business,” Henrik said in Alterdan.

“I didn’t think it was,” Vsevna replied in the same language, chuckling a bit. “What is it, sova?”

Henrik opened his mouth. Fear fluttered in his stomach, and the words wouldn’t come. He took a few deep breaths. Vsevna waited patiently, his grin gradually fading into a softer expression. Henrik kept playing with the edge of his scarf. His eyes darted everywhere, landing on anything—the ground, the crew in the distance, the decorative cloth Vsevna had wrapped around his arm as an armband—except Vsevna’s face. After a solid ten seconds of nothing, he finally blurted out, “You mean quite a lot to me.”

Vsevna was silent for a moment. “You mean quite a lot to me, too.”

“No, I—” He had to convey this better. “I—We met a couple years ago now, wh-when I was in Bherreih for doctoring, and you—You are quite... stunning—” Oh Sisters no don’t open with that “—I mean, striking! I-I mean—you have a—a presence that I find—that I’m sure many people find—i-it is hard to not pay attention to you. A-and then, when you found out I was involved with the Phantoms and you—you told me right away that you had figured it out and you wanted in—” He could still picture that in his mind. They’d been in an alleyway between two buildings, so small their faces had to be a hand’s span from each other, it was dark, but Vsevna’s smile was lighting everything up... Wait no stay focused! “—I-I was immediately—I was instantly... struck.”

“...By lightning?” Vsevna said, another smile on his face now. Not like the one Henrik was remembering, which was a wide, excited grin. This one was smaller. Light-hearted, but warm.

“No! I mean, I-I might as well have been, I—” Henrik laughed nervously, looking down at his hands. “You are... I-I admire you greatly. You are... You dive into everything right away. You do not hesitate, it is straight into action.”

“And that is good? Well, I suppose you do spend time with Jackie. You would like those types of people.”

“No, i-it’s different with you,” Henrik insisted, looking up again. “Jackie is my friend, almost my family, I-I know how he does things. It is different. He charges into a fight because it is what he’s good at, and what he knows needs to be done. You will go into that same fight with—with a smile, a-and a laugh, and this—this air of—of confidence, of... being assured. Jackie enjoys a fight, but to you, it is fun. It is an adventure. A-and you are that way with... with a lot of things. I-it is why you sail. And it is... what I admire. It is... one of the things I like about you. But there is more. There is your smile. There is the way you remember people. There is the way you switched to Alterdan right away when you realized where I was from, a-and...”

Vsevna said nothing as Henrik trailed off. It was hard to read his expression, but it didn’t look... un-favorable.

Henrik swallowed a lump in his throat. “I care for you a great deal. And... I... know we are friends, but... there... can be more for me. But if you do not see that option, I... I will be fine with that, as well. Because I know it will be happier for you. But... if it is possible... it would make me very happy if we... were more.”

A moment passed in silence. Henrik couldn’t breathe. It was out there. No taking it back. All he could do was wait. Vsevna took a step forward, putting a hand on Henrik’s arm. “Henrik, I—”

Suddenly, the beach was lit up by a flash of blue light. Henrik and Vsevna drew back in surprise, and the others by the boats raised their hands to shield their eyes from the blinding light. Then the light disappeared. There was a thump! and the crunch of pebbles, a voice said “oof!” and an animal yelped. No, not just any animal—that was a cat, yowling in surprise.

“Wait a moment.” Henrik blinked, clearing the afterimage of the light from his vision. Someone was sitting on the beach who wasn’t there before. He took a few steps towards them. “Marvin?”

Marvin looked at him. Then at his surroundings, taking in the cliffs, the boats, and the group of people. His hair was longer, chin-length and tangled, and his clothes were terribly dirty, as if he’d been wearing them for days straight. “This isn’t where we’re supposed to be,” he muttered. He looked down at his lap, where Draco was sitting. “Did you do this on purpose? I thought distance wasn’t supposed to matter! Just take me directly back there!”

Henrik blinked, confused. “Ah, Marvin?”

Marvin glared at Draco. “Fine, I’ll work with it!” he said snappishly. Then he stood up, forcibly dislodging Draco from his lap. The cat immediately started walking away. “Don’t expect an apology this time! I’m not in the mood!” Marvin shouted after him, then turned to Henrik. “Schneep, where am I?”

“Ah... we are at the base of the Cliffs of Feall,” Henrik said slowly.

“Okay. That’s still about a week’s journey away from Suilthair. Damn it!” Marvin kicked at the ground, sending a spray of pebbles into the air. “There has to be a better way of doing this!” He shouted at the sky. “Couldn’t Sam have explained that too?!”

“Who is Sam?” Henrik asked. “And... how did you get here?”

“That’s a long story. Where’s Jackie? Have you two heard from Chase or Jair?”

“Jackie... should be on the top of the cliffs.” Henrik pointed. “We made a camp there.”

“Camp? Right, because Wyvernlair was found. Of course. And Chase and Jameson?”

“We have not heard from any of you in over a week. Though, that could be because we were on the run, traveling down here to the Cliffs.”

“Fuck. Fuck! Of course.” Marvin rubbed his eyes. “Alright. Alright. I can work with this.”

“What is happening?” Vsevna asked slowly, glancing from Marvin to Henrik and back again.

“Who are—right, Vsevna. No one else is that blonde and has an eye-patch.” Marvin laughed, the sound tinged with a manic sort of stress. “Sorry, I’m really thrown off right now. I just learned a whole cartful of overwhelming information. A spirit told me Draco’s made of magic and I have to take Chase to a blasted heath to help kill the King.”

Henrik blinked. “I’m... sorry?”

“It’s a lot,” Marvin said. “Just—just—How do I get up these cliffs? I need to tell you and Jackie and anyone else who you think should hear this!”

“There is a... path that way...” Henrik pointed. “It looks like Draco is already going there.”

“Yea sure he is!” Another manic laugh burst out of Marvin’s throat. “Sure! Alright, I’m going to follow him, I guess!” He walked in that direction, stumbling a bit on the pebbly beach.

Henrik stared after him. Then he looked at Vsevna. “I... should hear what... is going on with him...”

Vsevna nodded. “You know, I am quite curious, too.” He laughed. “I suppose we are not going back to the Wake after all. We will have to find a spot to tie down the rowboats. You go on, Henrik, I will catch up. Tell Marvin to not say anything until I am there.”

“Right.” Henrik nodded. He turned around.

Before Henrik could leave, Vsevna leaned closer to him. “We can talk about what you said at a less stressful time,” he said quietly.

Henrik’s stomach twisted into knots. It was strange that hearing that made him more nervous than whatever was happening with Marvin’s sudden appearance.

Though, of course, that was confusing as well. Had he mentioned something about a spirit? Chase killing the King? What was that all about?

Henrik took a deep breath, and started walking after Marvin.

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #jacksepticeye au #dr schneeplestein #marvin the magnificent #jackieboy man #fantasymasksau #brigid writes fanfiction

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gren-arlio · 9 months

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I'm back after a small break. Welcome to Waku Puyo Extras.

Hello everyone, I'm alive once again after taking a small break and from posting on a Wednesday. It's been a bit, but I think we'll be back on schedule now. Might throw a funny image or the sort down here every Extra, IDK.

I want Extras to be more casual than the others, so besides the actual translating part, expect me to be more informal and joke around more.

First things first, I want to start off by saying thank you to everyone who reads these. Wasn't expecting so much support from the community, and it was a fairly good motivation boost, so I feel more confident than ever about what I do now.

With that thing outta the way, I think I'll start this post by something simple: Revisions from previous episodes. Obviously, when I started, I wasn't so great at this, so I made a couple of mistakes, notably:

Schezo (unfortunately) doesn't call Rulue a bitch in the first episode. Wish he did but alas, he doesn't. Instead, by an anon telling me, he more calls her a "Meat-headed woman," or something along the lines of "All Brawns and no Brains."

This also goes for episode five, where Schezo first hears Doppelganger Schezo. While yes, he does call Doppel "Kisama," a very rude version of saying "You," with how Puyo is, I don't think they'll be hard swearing anytime soon. I believe it's more of "You little..." or just "You," though any Puyo translation experts can correct me on that one.

This post will have two things:

A new video. It's a short one.

The Menus for the shop, provided by @kirstenonic05. Special thank you to you.

With those minor things out of the way, time for the first actual part of this:

A whole new video.

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It's not a long one at all. It's fairly short compared to the rest.

This was the Witch and Succubus thing from my Retrospective. It's fun.

Timestamps:

Schezo says "Hm? There's no one here..." at the start.

Succubus Refight: (23:30, defeat at 25:25)

Witch Trade Offer: (27:25)

With that, this'll be the Read More section of the blog.

Succubus Refight: (23:30)

Schezo:

It's you again!

Succubus:

Why are you so happy about it?

Schezo:

Hey, how does that remotely sound happy?

Succubus:

You're not very honest, so your sense of joy is very twisted.

Schezo:

Don't decide that on your own!

Succubus:

As usual, you're still shy...You okay? You can be honest with yourself. ♡

Schezo:

Leave me alone!

Succubus:

With that, I want you to be my servant. ♡

Schezo:

What's the "Why" then! I've had enough!

Succubus:

Well...guess I'll have to force you to be mine.

Schezo:

Oi, oi, that's the woman's line!?

Succubus:

Come on, be mine!

Schezo:

No thanks!

(After her defeat, she says "Ahh...I can't take it anymore..." and then when Schezo opens the chest, it says "Schezo got a book.")

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Witch Trade Offer: (27:25)

Schezo:

Dang (or Damn)... it wasn't here either...

But what exactly is this Grimoire?

Witch:

Ahh ♡ (Here we go again.)

Schezo:

There she is again...

Witch:

You...I want it. ♡

Schezo:

Ugh, you're persistent! I'm not getting undressed here!

Witch:

...I was going to say "I want that Grimoire that you have," you know.

...Though of course, I'll take your clothes too. ♡

Schezo:

(Hm, is this grimoire really worth that much?)

[Text says Give or Don't Give. They say Give.]

Witch:

...I finally have my hands on the "Meteor Grimoire".

...Yes, in return, I'll give you a copy of the "Areiado Special Grimoire".

Schezo:

Ah...

Witch:

...Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta go.

...Oh, and as for your clothes, I'll get them later. (WE WENT 3 SENTENCES WITHOUT CLOTHES BEING MENTIONED. HUGE DAY.)

Schezo:

"The Areiado Special Grimoire"!? Well, let's see if it's true...(it was.)

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For the past 3 years I've had this image of Witch from Puyo Tetris saying "SHE will turn you into HORRORS BEYOND ALL COMPREHENSION." and never understood it. Now I do.

(Maybe someday there'll be a remake. Or I'll remake it IDFK. This single girl has given me like 3 sleepless nights from translating, so thank her for that. Still my 3rd favorite character)

That's the small translation piece out of the way, now it's time for the good part.

SHOP MENUS.

Thanks to Kirstenonic helping me out, I've now been able to translate the menus of the shop. You'll still be a bit confused by some stuff but its better than nothing, I hope.

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There'll be no timestamps for this.

Here's how it goes:

The player goes into this menu, and this happens: (this part will look odd.)

Momomo:

Welcome to the shop.

Icons appear, from the left side being:

[Cash held: 58]

And the right being:

[Buy

Sell

Back]

Player clicks buy.

Momomo:

What do you want to buy?

The left now shows:

[Cash

Cost]

Page 1:

Magic Crystal:

A mysterious crystal that revives you when you hit 0 HP.

Curse-Breaking Scroll:

A scroll that removes an equipped curse (I assume debuff.)

Scroll of Light:

A scroll that makes floor traps, magic circles, and scrolls disappear.

Water:

Nothing will happen if you drink it. Its just water.

Hermits Wine: [Unsure of the name.]

Restores MP by 50.

Medicine:

Restores HP by 50.

Green Potion:

A potion that restores your status at the cost of half you HP.

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Page 2:

Delicious Herbs: (It also says Grass but I'm going with Herbs. Replace Herbs with Grass if wanted.)

Edible Herbs. Might cause a stomachache.

Gentian Herbs: (Type of flower.)

Herbs that make your strength go up by 1.

Cotton Herbs:

Herbs that make your skill go up by 1.

Zoysia Herb: (Or the No-Mow flower. Both being the same. Had to study a bit about flowers.)

A herb that increases your magic by 1.

Happiness Herb:

Herbs that increases your luck by 1.

Spinach: (...Is it spinach?)

Slightly restores HP.

Mental Herb: (Slightly unsure of this name.)

A Herb that restores MP.

Antidote Herb:

Herb that cures poison.

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Page 3:

Geranium Herb: (Another flower.)

Herbs that make you stay afloat for a while. (...What?)

Apple:

An ordinary apple that'll fill your stomach.

Golden Apple:

Level up by 1. A mysterious apple.

Curry and Rice:

A normal bento that'll fill your stomach.

Super Spicy Curry and Rice:

A bento that makes you feel full, but halves HP.

Large Curry and Rice:

A very filling bento.

Special Extra-Large Curry and Rice:

A bento that'll make you full.

Don't overeat it.

Ice-Storm Grimoire:

A grimoire that allows Arle to learn this spell.

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Page 4:

Palm of the Fire/Water God: (They have the same description.)

A manual Rulue can use to learn this special skill.

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The player then goes back to buying to see Momomo lines.

Momomo: (In order.)

What're you going to buy?

I don't think you have enough money. How about something else?

That'll be 30G. Will you buy it?

There's no reason not to buy it.

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After that, they go to sell.

Momomo:

What are you selling?

Showing the menu, it's:

?Medicine

?Medical Ring

?Medicine (Back to back.)

Ring of Fire (1)

?Ring

?Medicine

?Food

They click one of the ? items.

Momomo:

What're you going to do?

Menu pops up with:

[Sell, <-

Identify,

Break Curse

Stop]

Momomo:

Unidentified things are worth 1G. Is that okay?

(They say yes, and leave.)

Momomo:

Thank you for your continued patronage.

Hope to see you again. (At the very end.)

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That's episode 1 of Extras. Bit scuffed, but it'll ease in. Have a few things planned for next time. And remember, if you want anything specific from the game translated, let me know. I'll try my best.

That'll be all. Thanks for tuning in.

#Youtube #japanese translation #madou monogatari #schezo puyo puyo #waku waku puyo puyo dungeon #sega #puyo puyo #sega saturn #witch puyo puyo #succubus puyo #puyo #wwppd #extra content #schezo wegey

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stacywaters · 11 months

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Coffee and Violets (SUGA) CH2 - Yoongi

(Yoongi POV)

Hoseok comes running into the flower shop, a bright smile plastered all over his face.

"I'm guessing it went well?" I say.

"It was great! She was amazing-, You have to talk to her!!"

"I'm glad you have a new friend, but don't drag me into this."

"I'm serious Yoongi! You'd really like her! Besides, she told me she was into writing! Didn't you say just a few days ago that you need help on the writing for your songs? You should talk to her! She writes stories but I'm sure she could help with lyrics too!" Hoseok beamed.

"Okay. Maybe tomorrow." I agreed.

"Yes! Let's go first thing tomorrow! I'll text her right-"

"No! Don't text her, I said maybe!"

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"Are you ready to go?" Hoseok asks excitedly.

"We're just going next door. It's not a big deal.." I say, butterflies building in my stomach.

We open the door to the cafe and go inside. Walking up to the counter, every step weighs me down. What if she doesn't like me? What if I say the wrong thing and make a fool of myself? What if-

"Hey it's you again!" She greets Hoseok, "Is this the friend you run the flower shop with?"

"Yeah!" Hoseok turns to me and motions to introduce myself.

"Ah-uh.., I'm Yoongi, and you are?" I ask.

"I'm Y/N! It's nice to meet you, Yoongi." Y/N says.

My name sounds sweet as sugar against her tongue. She looks like she's from a movie. I stare at her like she's just a screenshot. The light brushes through her hair and sparkles in her eyes. She looks pure, but like a thousand thoughts are swimming through her head. A thousand thoughts I'll never know. I pull myself away.

"Ah, shoot, I just remembered that technically our shop is still open and no one's there to watch it. I better get back, enjoy your conversation guys!" Hoseok blurted out before rushing out of the cafe, leaving me on my own.

I turn back to her and she smiles at me, "So, what inspired you to start a flower shop?" She asks.

"Ah, well, I guess it was kind of more Hoseok's thing. I did like the idea of incorporating new flowers into bouquets that you don't usually see. There are so many beautiful flowers and plants that just aren't given the same attention that some are. I think that maybe through this shop we can show people that."

"That's beautiful.." She whispered, "I wouldn't have expected that. That's really sweet."

She purses her lips and looks away, snapping me out of my fantasy. I turn and face the window, what can I ask her?

"Why did you start a cafe?"

She looks up to me and grins, "Actually, it's more just a side project. Or I can at least hope."

"Do you not like running the cafe?" I say.

"No, don't get me wrong, it's pleasant. I love the atmosphere, but it's not my dream." Her voice turns to a whisper as she ends her sentence.

(Y/N POV)

From what you've heard-and that isn't much-this guy doesn't get out a lot. You feel like on some level, you can connect to him. Are you, too, hiding? Maybe he's right. This cafe isn't your dream.

"Sorry if that question was too personal.., You don't have to answer if you aren't comfortable" He begins, worry evident in his voice.

You respond, "It wasn't too personal a question. It was a good question. I'm still trying to think of an answer."

"Oh okay, take your time" He exhales.

"To be honest with you? When I was younger I wanted to be a writer. I already told that much to Hoseok. However, when I was in like, I don't know, 4th grade maybe? We had this project where we had to write a story. I had so much fun crafting my characters and adding new plot twists. I showed it to all my friends and we named characters after each other, it was a lot of fun."

He leans against the counter, "What happened?"

"When I got my story back, the teacher had covered it in red pen. Grammar mistakes, spelling errors, but mainly comments. She kept saying things about how the plot was 'unrealistic' and I needed to make my story simpler. Reading through my classmates' stories, they had a much better flow. I guess that's when I sort of lost my confidence."

He pauses for a moment, "...can I read some of your writing?"

"No, no.. it's really not good. I haven't even got anything published yet. You don't-"

"I want to read it." He states.

You sigh and head to the back room, grabbing a notebook from your bag. Opening up to a page, you say, "It's not edited or anything so it might be bad.., just stop reading if it's too terrible."

He doesn't listen, and instead scans over the page, reading your newest work. It's been so long since you've had anyone read your work, all you can do is stare at the ground in silent panic.

When he finishes the short story, he looks up at you with a bright smile, "What are you talking about? This is so good! It was really engaging and your characters are so unique. I want to read more of your work, in fact, if it's not too straightforward.., could I ask a favor of you?"

You freeze in shock, He... liked it? You begin to respond, "What is it?"

"Well, I've been working on some new music lately and could really use some help. Would you mind taking a look at it?" He asks.

You agree. He smiles, "Would you mind coming over tomorrow then?"

"Sure! I'll come."

"Ah, I guess I should give you my number then,.."

Author Note:

Hello everybody!! How are you today? I'm working on so many stories right now but please stick with me! I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter. Also a very happy birthday to my bias, J-HOPE!!! 💕🐿️☀️

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ShinDeku Day 23: bedroom, disagree

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an: these last few took a bit extra time to finish! As I was writing, 1) more adulty-bits came up and writing those takes extra care, and then 2) I realized I needed a bit of a peek ahead to make sure I got to 'the end' with decent breaks for each prompt. Figured I may as well write the rest of it and split as necessary. So today will be the last five prompts as I finish the last of the editing, nearly 4.5k of text :)

Unfortunately, a few crackers are not nearly enough of a snack for anyone, let alone two fully-grown adults engaging in cardio.

Despite the still-gnawing hunger, Izuku is very interested in taking their activities right back to the bedroom, but he can’t quite bring himself to pause anything, not even for a moment. Hitoshi’s arm winds a little tighter around his waist, encouraging him to shift closer as his other hand slips around his neck. He is perfectly trapped in his boyfriend’s arms, and there’s no place he’d rather be. He rocks forward, just a little, savoring the spark of pleasure that skips up his back at the hint of friction.

With everything they’ve already done, he feels like he should have had enough by now.

He’s had enough to tide him over for a week!

Or... at least a day?

He rocks again with a full-bodied shiver. (He hasn’t even had enough to last him an hour.)

It’s too exciting and everything feels so good. Just a little bit more should be enough.

(That’s probably a lie. He might be hopelessly, completely addicted. Hitoshi’s touch, his body, these sensations are a potent drug in ample supply.)

He rolls his head back to expose more of his throat to Hitoshi’s mouth, absently wondering when he’ll crash.

So much of a high must come with a low, right?

Hitoshi’s efforts at mauling Izuku’s neck are interrupted with another growl of an empty stomach.

His boyfriend sighs and presses his forehead to the damp spot on Izuku’s neck. “Sorry. I’m doing a terrible job.”

Izuku laughs, feeling a little lightheaded. “I ah- disagree? You’re doing a phenomenal job. Gold star performance. Ten out of ten. You may continue.”

Hitoshi rolls his eyes and twists to the side to settle Izuku onto his back, pressing against him briefly -oh yes just like that- for a deep kiss that makes Izuku’s head spin and muffles his groan of pleasure.

He blinks up at the ceiling, confused to find his mouth and arms suddenly unoccupied.

“Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

"Wh-what?" Izuku asks, rolling to his side to peer after his boyfriend's retreating form. He struggles to right himself, feeling a little discombobulated. (It probably has something to do with the fact that he's feeling halfway ravished and his bloodflow seems to be going in the wrong direction.)

Hitoshi returns after a short moment with their phones and a fluffy blanket. He sets everything aside to help Izuku sit more comfortably, then drapes his lower half in the fluff. “Any preference for what we eat tonight?”

Izuku shakes his head in reply and cuddles into the warmth, peering up at Hitoshi as he dials some local place, his voice a low murmur in the apartment. He closes his eyes and listens to the perfect timbre, the lilting flow, the harmony drifting through the air, already feeling way more in control of his facilities. He grins down at his locked phone, pleased with Hitoshi's efforts to take care of him.

He swipes open the screen.

He has a few new messages, but none that he cares to read. That’s expected. No one he knows should be sending him messages right now. But the thing he'd been looking for is mercifully (tortuously) empty. None of his carefully crafted search queries or monitoring threads have pinged any hits.

Izuku sighs, feeling a twinge of worry.

He switches to an app to watch cat videos, waiting for Hitoshi to finish placing his order. He relaxes minutely when his boyfriend finally joins him, tugging gently until Izuku’s curled in his lap and leaning back against him.

He melts into the warmth behind him, matching his breaths to the relaxing rise and fall of Hitoshi’s chest.

He swipes to the next cat video and watches a fluffy black kitten wedge itself into a tiny box. Two golden eyes come into focus. A paw flashes into sight, flailing at a string that dangles in from off-camera. It's so adorable that he watches it three times.

He knows he shouldn’t expect news so soon, but now that he's thinking about it, he can't help the rising swell of stress from being left in the dark. Hitoshi flips through a few screens on his own phone, his free hand tucked beneath the blanket as he idly traces his warm fingertips back and forth along Izuku's bare leg.

It helps keep him grounded.

Izuku swipes to the next video, tilting his head at the sight of a cat aggressively nomming on a bell pepper. Its growling bites are dangerously adorable as it devours the whole thing in record time.

"Damn," Hitoshi remarks with a chuckle, gently settling his chin on his shoulder to watch.

"When do you think Shouto will be back?" Izuku murmurs, swiping again.

Hitoshi sets aside his phone and slips his free hand beneath the blanket before he answers. “Hmm, tomorrow night, I think.” Izuku feels a tiny shiver trickle down his back at the feeling of his breath and voice so close to his ear.

He sighs with appreciation as Hitoshi’s fingers sneak under the hoodie to brush gently across his stomach. “His mission should be wrapping up sometime around dawn, and they’ll have a debrief before they can travel back to the city.”

Izuku nods, his mouth twisting into a little frown as he swipes to the next video.

A cat, drenched in rain, stands at a porch door begging to be let inside. The caption reads, ‘that isn't my cat.’

Fitting, Izuku thinks, glancing once at the balcony door. There are no bedraggled heroes waiting to be let inside.

He’ll probably never get used to waiting for his friends to come home, safe and sound.

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27 - He's Not Dead

Part 28

His Golden Princess

@fanficismydrug @misskitty1912-blog @alanaangie24

The sound of beeping wakes me up. Blinking my eyes opened a couple times I get met with a bright light coming from the window in my hospital room. Turning over my left hand there's an Iv and some things attached to my chest. The door to my room opened and I recognized Dr. Whale but I don't understand how I am here. The last thing I remember was watching my sister and Henry cross the town line. After that all I remember is a fuss. Whale picked up a chart confusion written on his face just like me. "Astrid, why exactly are you here. The last time I remember you being in the hospital was-"

"When I ate the apple turnover. Yeah I don't understand it either." Tossing the covers aside I climbed out of the bed against his judgment. Seeing some clothes at the foot of the bed I raised my hand creating a cloud gold wearing the now light green jacket, white tea shirt. Dark blue jeans with my hair completely loose. Exiting the hospital I wrap my arms around myself heading for the woods. The leaves crunched underneath my boots. Pausing in my step I spun around hearing an arrow being fired. Wrapping my hand around it I gasped seeing a figure appears from behind a tree carrying a crossbow in his hands.

The stranger walks up lowering his weapon while I held the arrow in my hands. He has bright blue eyes and brown hair. At first glance I could see he was Robin Hood. "Apologies princess. I thought you were an intruder." He explained stopping a few steps in front of me.

"It's alright. No harm done. May I ask how do you know I was - uh am a princess?" I questioned handing him the arrow back. He clipped it back onto his crossbow extending his freehand that I shake with a small smile. "Astrid, Astrid Swan."

He squeezes my hand staring down at something on my left hand in confusion. "Robin of Locksley. And I called you a princess my lady because I've heard rumors that your parents are well..Snow White and Prince Charming." He lifted my left hand where I noticed what reflected in the sunlight that was coming through the trees. "Those are my initials on this piece of jewelry. Except I don't recall giving it to you."

Removing the ring from my left ring finger I was more confused then when I woke up in the hospital. It doesn't make sense how we ended back in Storybrooke. The ring is silver with an RH engraved on the back of it. Twisting it in between my fingers I started to hand it back to him. "I'm not sure why I have this. But it must belong to you. So here take it back. My guess is it's in this time of memory I'm missing."

"Ah yes. Everyone seems to be having a missing year. As for the ring you keep it." Robin closed my hand around the ring still in the palm of my hand. "If I gave it to you I assume there's a good reason."

I give him a smile feeling my phone going off in my pocket. Answering the call I gasped in joy recognizing my sister's voice on the other side. "Astrid, there's something you need to know. Somehow Gold - uh Rumple is alive. It's a long story but Hook found me and helped me remember. Dad and I found an old cellar with sraw spun into gold on the floor." She hangs up texting me the address.

Turning towards the theif he raised a brow picking up his crossbow from the ground. "I'm guessing there's news." Nodding my head I waved bye quickly transporting to my sister and father waiting outside a cellar.

"I wish we could hug right now but I have to see it for myself Emma. Somehow in my heart I knew he wasn't dead." I explained eyeing my sister before creating a sword with my magic walking down the stairs. There's a big cage big enough to hold a person. Someone lifted their head causing my heart to warm at the sight of his brown eyes. "Rumple...is it really you?" Tears welling in my eye I rushed forward gripping the bars of his cell in my small hands.

Rumple gasped turning around in his chair with a spinning wheel sitting inside his large cell. "Astrid...it's you. You...you have to leave. You have no idea what this witch will make me do to you. She can’t see you with me." I could hear the concern in his tone but it didn't matter.

"The wicked witch. Like the one from Oz..." Shaking my head I waved my hands over the lock undoing it and opening the door extending my right hand for him to take. "I don't care what some women wearing a pointy hat says. I know you, Rumple. I’m not afraid. You would never hurt me."

Rumple shakes his head no until I give him puppy dog eyes being able to feel his desire to come with me is stronger than his fear. He gets to his feet slowly intertwining his hand with mine. He rests his forehead against mine making me smile. "I love you remember that princess....now run. Run go." He raised his tone to a warning before someone laughed sitting in the corner.

"Don’t mind me. Carry on. I was just enjoying the show." The woman smiled having green eyes and curly orange hair. She holds the dagger in her left hand.

Drawing my sword I attempted to push Rumple behind me with my other arm. Aiming the tip towards her I gripped the handle of my weapon. I don't recognize her but she's holding the one thing that can control my boyfriend. "Let him go witch. Nobody in this town knows who you are. Why on earth do you need him. Fight me instead. Just let him go. I know that he's strong enough to fight against you. That we are strong enough!" I intertwined my freehand with Rumple's not backing down.

"You're soulmates bond is no match for this dagger. I suggest you run on back to mommy Charming." The woman smirked moving the dagger forward where Rumple suddenly shoves me against the stairs causing me to drop my sword. I grunted seeing his hands bawled into fists at his sides where for once since I met him I run away in fear.

Getting up the stairs my sister keeps her gun raised when i collapse into my father's sobbing. "He's alive...but she's here. She knows about our bomd dad." He wrapped his arms around my waist. Running one hand through my hair hearing someone coming up the stairs quickly.

"Zelena sends a message. She will face Regina and no one interferes. Next time you try to stop her I will kill you!" Rumple points his index finger towards the three of us. I bury my face into my father's chest wishing this wasn't how I found out the man I loved was truly still alive.

Yay! I managed to get another chapter out in my first week of being back in college.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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A Snow-Covered Path (Towards the Light)

Chapter 1: A Wind-riding Cookie

*Whoooooooosh* Sherbert Cookie: He he, this trip was so much fun! The winds never cease to surprise me! Where will they take me next? Sherbert Cookie: Ah, we’re almost there…! Sherbert Cookie: I see the lights of Snowfall Village! Sherbert Cookie: Should I stop by and see hello to Cotton Cookie? I have thousands of stories to share… Sherbert Cookie: …But, I should probably head to the Frost Castle first. Sherbert Cookie: Frost Queen Cookie has never called for me this urgently… It must be something very important. Sherbert Cookie: I’ll be right there, Cotton Cookie!

Chapter 2: Castle of Ice

Sherbert Cookie: …? Was the Frost Castle always this cold? Sherbert Cookie: How strange… It always felt warm for a frozen castle. Frost Queen Cookie: Child! You have been traveling the world, bringing snow with you wherever you go… Thank you for answering my call on such short notice. Sherbert Cookie: Frost Queen Cookie, the Frost Castle, it’s… Frost Queen Cookie: …You have noticed. It must be obvious for one who wields the power to control snow. Sherbert Cookie: Yes, the frozen force that holds the castle together feels… faint. And all the frost spirits, they look… dimmer than usual. Sherbert Cookie: …What’s going on…? Frost Queen Cookie: My powers… as well as this castle’s come from the energy of Life… Frost Queen Cookie: There is something foul out there… Something twisted, disrupting the entire course of nature. Its powers are now disturbing the balance of my domain. Sherbert Cookie: Disrupting… the entire course of nature? Frost Queen Cookie: Yes, I am sure you are well aware of the ones chosen to return to nature’s embrace and bloom into something new. Frost Queen Cookie: The balance of this sweet world is maintained by this cycle… As new life enters the world, another will return to the Source. Such is the way of the Life Energy.

Frost Queen Cookie: Yet, this flow has been… tarnished. Frost Queen Cookie: Instead of circulating freely, as it should be, it is accumulating in a single focus point. Sherbert Cookie: But that’s impossible…! Are you saying that someone is collecting Life Energy? Frost Queen Cookie: I am unsure. Frost Queen Cookie: Which is why it is imperative to find out where the Life Energy is gathering and how exactly this… disturbance is affecting the world. Frost Queen Cookie: Can you help me? Sherbert Cookie: The other elemental Cookies might know something. Just like how you noticed something was off. Sherbert Cookie: I’ll pay them a visit* right away.

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Frost Queen Cookie: Excellent. They must have sensed this shift as well. Sherbert Cookie: Where should I start… Frost Queen Cookie: Visit the guardian of dreams, the one who watches the two worlds from her moon. Her knowledge is unparalleled. Sherbert Cookie: Right, Moonlight Cookie of the CIty of Wizards. Frost Queen Cookie: Make haste. You are the only one I can ask for help at this bleak moment. Sherbert Cookie: Of course! Frost Queen Cookie, you can trust me! I’ll ride the highest and fastest wind and will be back right away!

Chapter 3: City of Wizards

Sherbert Cookie: Huff… huff… What’s going on? Sherbert Cookie: This must be it… Although, I can’t get closer to the City of Wizards no matter how hard I try. Sherbert Cookie: At the very moment the City seems within my reach, it slips away, as if I haven’t made a single step…! This… must be the fabled Dream Barrier! Sherbert Cookie: Did something happen to the City of Wizards…? Sherbert Cookie: Why else would Moonlight Cookie lock the entire city away in a dream? Sherbert Cookie: Moonlight Cookie! Moonlight Cookie?! Can you hear me?! Moonlight Cookie! Sherbert Cookie: …There’s no way she can hear me from here… Sherbert Cookie: But… I don’t have time… Sherbert Cookie: …I’ll visit the Dragon’s Valley since it’s the nearest from here. Sherbert Cookie: Fire Spirit Cookie might know something!

Chapter 4: Dragon’s Valley

Boiling Lava: *Sizzle sizzle… BOOM* Sherbert Cookie: So… hot… Gonna melt… if I get closer… Where on Earthbread is Fire Spirit Cookie…?

Fire Spirit Cookie: Who goes there?! Who dares to enter the land of dragons and flames?! Sherbert Cookie: Fire Spirit Cookie…! Fire Spirit Cookie: Oh, a tiny sugar plum. What are you doing here? Trying to become Water Drop Cookie or something? Sherbert Cookie: I’m here on Frost Queen Cookie’s request. Something is happening with the Life Energy and the world. Sherbert Cookie: Fire Spirit Cookie, since you oversee the Flow of Life, I thought you’d have felt something too… Fire Spirit Cookie: The “Flow of Life,” huh! Haven’t heard about that one in a while. I’m surprised anyone still cares about that stuff. Fire Spirit Cookie: Because I sure don’t! Ha ha ha. Sherbert Cookie: The Frost Castle is gradually crumbling apart. Have you seen anything similar to that here in the Dragon’s Valley? Fire Spirit Cookie: …!

Fire Spirit Cookie: …Wa ha ha ha! Now I feel bad for Frost Queen Cookie! Fire Spirit Cookie: Has she grown so weak that she needs to send a kid in her stead? Fire Spirit Cookie: I’ll have you know, my flames are perfectly fine, thank you very much! Sherbert Cookie: So you don’t feel anything different? Fire Spirit Cookie: Listen up, sugar plum. The weak always make a fuss about EVERY ITSY-BITSY CHANGE in the world. Fire Spirit Cookie: Cookies who wield Eternal Flames- like myself- couldn’t care less! Ha ha! Fire Spirit Cookie: Tsk tsk… Didn’t you become a spirit because you wanted to be free? Fire Spirit Cookie: If Frost Queen Cookie is in trouble, then let her deal with it! Fire Spirit Cookie: Now, scram! I’m a busy Cookie! Sherbert Cookie: Wait, Fire Spirit Cookie! Sherbert Cookie: He’s gone… And I couldn’t learn anything new… Sherbert Cookie: I want to follow him but if I stay here any longer, I’m definitely gonna melt away… Sherbert Cookie: Let’s go somewhere cooler…

Chapter 5: Moonlit Night Sea

Sherbert Cookie: It’s so silent here… And the moon is so bright. Sea Fairy Cookie: … Sherbert Cookie: Sea Fairy Cookie? Where are you? Sea Fairy Cookie: … Sherbert Cookie: Hello? Sea Fairy Cookie? Sea Fairy Cookie: …You …The spirit Cookie who travels with snow? Sherbert Cookie: Yes, that’s me! I’m Sherbet Cookie! I hope I’m not bothering you! Sea Fairy Cookie: No, not at all. I was just waiting for nightfall… It is my favorite time of the day. What brings you here? Sherbert Cookie: Frost Queen Cookie asked me to visit you. Have you felt anything off regarding the flow of Life Energy recently? Sea Fairy Cookie: I do not know… I have abandoned my duties as a guardian long ago… Sea Fairy Cookie: Besides, the sea is vast and deep. There are areas that I cannot see. Sea Fairy Cookie: But now that you mention it… Sherbert Cookie: …?!

Sea Fairy Cookie: I have noticed currents of Life Energy shifted towards a place across the sea. Sherbert Cookie: Across the sea? Do you know the direction? Sea Fairy Cookie: Somewhere northeast of Earthbread… Sea Fairy Cookie: What I do know… is that it is beyond my reach. Sherbert Cookie: But this means the Frost Queen Cookie was right! Life Energy is gathering somewhere! Sherbert Cookie: If only I knew where it was! I could hop on the winds and get there right away! Sea Fairy Cookie: I am sorry I was not of much help. Perhaps the Divine Tree can give an answer. Sherbert Cookie: The Divine Tree? Sea Fairy Cookie: The tree has taken the form of a Cookie now. You will find him in the Maze Grove. Sherbert Cookie: An Elemental Cookie in the Maze Grove…? Are you talking about Millennial Tree Cookie?! Sherbert Cookie: But he’s really hard to meet! Not to mention that I always get lost whenever I visit the forest… Sea Fairy Cookie: He is the one who oversees all life on Earthbread. If someone can help you, it is him. Sherbert Cookie: Right… I hope I don’t get lost this time… Sea Fairy Cookie: May the wind take you where you need to be…

Chapter 6: Maze Grove

Sherbert Cookie: Wah… I knew it.

Sherbert Cookie: …I’m going in circles! Again! I don’t think I’ve ever been this lost… Sherbert Cookie: I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m still far from my goal. Sherbert Cookie: …?! Wait, what’s this smell?! Is something on fire?! Kind Jelly Fairy: FIRE!!! HEEEEEEEELP! Sherbert Cookie: …?! Fire in the sacred Maze Grove?! Dried Up Doughnut Ball Fairy: AAAAAAAH! Help! Someone! ANYONE! Sherbert Cookie: I can help! If I can send my snow through the wind…! Snowy Wind: *WHOOOOOSH* Muffin Fairy: Phew… We were this close to becoming burnt ash… Cool Jelly Fairy: Thank you so much! Sherbert Cookie: I’m glad I could be of help! Thank goodness the fire didn’t spread too much… Sherbert Cookie: Err… I may or may not have sent a bit too much snow… Every tree is covered in frost… *rustle* Sherbert Cookie: …?! ???: Halt. How dare you tarnish this forest with Darkness… Sherbert Cookie: W-who are you? No, wait, let me explain…

Sherbert Cookie: Wait, wait, wait! Wind Archer Cookie: I knew the trees were acting strange. Are you the culprit behind this? Wind Archer Cookie: Do not think that I’ll let you go easily. My arrow will deliver your judgment. Sherbert Cookie: No, it’s not like that! Sherbert Cookie: I’m Sherbert Cookie. I came here to meet Millennial tree Cookie, and suddenly found the forest on fire! Sherbert Cookie: I used my power to put out the fires, that’s all! I didn’t mean to freeze the forest! I’m really sorry about that… Wind Archer Cookie: The trees of the Maze Grove… on fire? Wind Archer Cookie: The shade of green may have lost its brilliance recently, but still… for the trees of Life to catch fire… Kind Jelly Fairy: The frost spirit speaks the truth, protector! The fire started from the dry twigs and leaves! Muffin Fairy: If it weren’t for Sherbert Cookie, we would’ve turned to ashes! Wind Archer Cookie: …Unbelievable… Sherbert Cookie: …… Wind Archer Cookie: I… am sorry for the misunderstanding. And… Wind Archer Cookie: You have my gratitude for saving the forest. Wind Archer Cookie: Did you say that you are here to meet Millennial Tree Cookie? Sherbert Cookie: Yes. An unusual flow of Life Energy was spotted across the continent. I was wondering if Millennial Tree Cookie knew anything about this. Wind Archer Cookie: Unusual flow of Life… Perhaps that is why the forest caught on fire. Wind Archer Cookie: Follow me. I shall lead you to Millennial tree Cookie. Wind Archer Cookie: I am… Wind Archer Cookie: …Wind Archer Cookie.

Chapter 7: Divine Tree

Sherbert Cookie: Wow…! I’ve never been this deep into the Maze Grove!

Sherbert Cookie: Is this giant tree the Divine Tree that Sea Fairy Cookie was talking about? Wind Archer Cookie: …Keep walking around the tree and you will meet Millennial Tree Cookie. Sherbert Cookie: Oh, thank you! Sherbert Cookie: Oh… He’s gone! Sherbert Cookie: Did I do something wrong? Wind Archer Cookie didn’t look too pleased with me… Sherbert Cookie: Oh, now is not the time for this! ???: The child of the dessert forest means well. Sherbert Cookie: …!

Millennial Tree Cookie: He is quite protective of the light and the lives it touches… Sherbert Cookie: Millennial… Tree… Cookie? Millennial Tree Cookie: I have been waiting for you. Sherbert Cookie: …Me? But how…? Millennial Tree Cookie: My roots spread far and wide. Millennial Tree Cookie: They told me of a certain Cookie with truthful eyes and powers of ice, seeking me. Sherbert Cookie: Oh…! Yes, Frost Queen Cookie sent me… Millennial Tree Cookie: Indeed. That is known to me as well. Millennial Tree Cookie: Someone is interrupting the cycle of life. Those poor souls that only wish to return to nature… Millennial Tree Cookie: And if it is affecting my forest… then it is no small threat. Sherbert Cookie: You can feel it too?! Sherbert Cookie: Sea Fairy Cookie said that this unusal* flow of Life Energy is heading northeast of Earthbread.

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Millennial Tree Cookie: That is true. Millennial Tree Cookie: It is heading towards the land of Beast-Yeast… The realm of Darkness. Sherbert Cookie: …!! Beast-Yeast?! Millennial Tree Cookie: There are those who have been spreading shadow and malice. They have chosen Beast-Yeast to gather their forces… Millennial Tree Cookie: They are gathering Life that rejected its fate to create a creature forbidden, defying the laws of nature. Millennial Tree Cookie: And if this accursed design were to succeed… The balance and order of what we know will perish. Sherbert Cookie: No…! We can’t let that happen! Millennial Tree Cookie: The wind… seems to be changing its course. Sherbert Cookie: I need to get back to Frost Queen Cookie first! I need to tell her all of this right away! Sherbert Cookie: Thank you so much for your help, Millennial Tree Cookie! I wish I could stay longer, but it's a pretty long way back, so I’m gonna leave… right now! Goodbye! Roaring Winds: *WHOOSH* Millennial Tree Cookie: …

Millennial Tree Cookie: …I see that you were listening, Wind Archer Cookie. Wind Archer Cookie: How could there be someone who dares to interfere with the cycle of Life? Millennial Tree Cookie: Are you going? To Beast-Yeast? Wind Archer Cookie: My mission is to trace and vanquish the Darkness. I shall catch the northeast wind and leave right away. Millennial Tree Cookie: Be careful. Do not get hurt.

Chapter 8: The Guiding Lantern

Sherbert Cookie: Wow, I really am far out, aren’t I… Sherbert Cookie: I really need to get back to Frost Queen Cookie and tell her everything I found out. Wind, help me! Sherbert Cookie: Stealing Life Energy to create a forbidden being… Sherbert Cookie: Why would anyone do that? And who would do that? Sherbert Cookie: And if this really destroys the cycle of Life… Sherbert Cookie: What happens to the Cookie World? Sherbert Cookie: …I’m gonna go see the warm lantern lights before I head to the Frost Castle. Sherbert Cookie: I need to see Cotton Cookie.

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