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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland | Grandparents Misconception

I think we all can agree that the boys in Twisted Wonderland are top tier. And when they get transported into your world their beauty is just so otherworldly some people may not understand it. Especially if your grandparent is certain that this is a girlfriend of yours. You don’t know if it's out of spite or just bad vision but you just hope you can calm your boyfriend before he uses his unique magic on your meemaw.

Ft: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Lilia Vanrouge

Leona Kingscholar

“Oh wow you’re girlfriend sure is muscular! What are you feeding her, protein shakes?”

*Growl*“WHAT!?”

You can talk to him, warn him all you’d like before

He’s still losing his cool and you’re fighting him from turning your grandparent to sand

He’s incredibly mad

What about him looks like a girl!??!

While he doesn't inherently think woman are weak quite the opposite actually

But he also knows for an older person in your world this isn't exactly compliment

He’s underhandedly insulting them the rest of your visit

And if they don’t go missing mysteriously in the next week than he’s scowling whenever you mention them

“Just cause they’re related to you doesn’t mean I’m just going to let them insult me.”

The problem is if they refuse to listen to you explain it makes you have to compensate for them

Kisses, uninterrupted nap times, cuddles, and if he’s angry enough some hanky panky because he’s not letting some ‘bag of bones’ trample all over his pride

“I bet your girlfriend can move these crates just fine.”

“Yeah this~ girlfriend~ can move that. Almost as good as I screw your–”

“Leona!”

Vil Schoenheit

“Wow, your girlfriend is so pretty! I wonder if it's all make up or if it's natural!”

“Hahaha I’m happy you find me so attractive but I’m actually male. I’ll admit not many are as well-versed in the art of makeup but I assure you this is only an enhancement to my beauty.”

He’s not immediately offended

Instead opting to properly advocate for himself

If your grandparent is genuinely unable to see he won’t be mad

But if it's on purpose he’s a lot more spiteful

“If you're so fooled by my basic skin routine, maybe I can recommend something to help with your obvious condition.”

He’s less likely to outright complain about them

Instead silently hating them

Especially if they clean up their act around you

“No no Baba this is Vil my boyfriend…he said you kept calling him a girl.”

“Oh no worries child I understand, just a little mistake earlier. Slip of the tongue.”

“Oh okay then I’m glad.” *Walks away*

“...For someone claiming to be a boyfriend you sure gossip a lot…like a girl.”

😡

While meeting with them as you grow closer Vil just prepares himself

Even as their underhanded insults get more intense and more hard hitting he still won’t do anything

It isn’t until they loudly proclaim how they’d never agree to you tying the knot

That’s where he draws the line

It isn’t hard to slip an untraceable poison in their morning water

Or a simple poison to increase the alcohol in their blood

And you’d be none the wiser when you lean against him as they lower the coffin

Vil’s a good actor though so he won’t laugh just yet not until his performance is up

“I’m so sorry (Y/n) it's a shame they had to go before we could make such an important announcement. If it's any comfort your skin is glowing today, no doubt thanks to my skin care brand.”

Idia Shroud

“I know your girlfriend’s shy and all but can she actually help entertain the guests? This behavior is ridiculous!”

“B-but I’m not a g-gir–”

“I already told you he isn’t a fan of parties anyway.”

“Too bad. If she wants to be with you she’s going to have to! And while you're at it, fix her makeup.”

He knew he should have taken you seriously when you warned him of what your family was like

And while he agreed on the high he got from your immediate praise

He regrets it now

Especially since he keeps getting called your girlfriend

Adding Insult to injury they're demanding extroverts

The only way he’s getting past his dormant position is when he finally matches head to head with your grandmother in a game

“That was your fatal flaw…You’re trying to take down the boss on his own territory!”

“W-what b-but I’ve been playing this game for years, h-how?”

“And for the record I’m their boyfriend!”

He’s more annoyed with the circumstances than the situation of being called your girlfriend

He’s cringing at the thought of showing he’s your boyfriend by normie standards

So he’s doing it through different methods

Funny shirts that point to him being your boyfriend

Flashing your matching accessories from an anime

Putting a gadget on you that pages you with an automated voice

‘Boyfriend would like you to make a plate for him at the buffet’

Lilia Vanrouge

“Your girlfriend is quite cute! How did you meet?”

“At college, we’ve been together ever since!”

He’s not immediately going to refute the claim

It doesn’t really matter to him

Even when their gifted a few dresses or shoes

He thinks its funny

he definitely jokes about it at home with you

“Come on (Y/n)! Aren’t you going to take your girlfriend out?”

“Ugh we really have to clear that up.”

It really won’t bother him until he’s actually trying to do things and your grandparent is still keen on their own opinion

“I’m actually a man so I would appreciate it if you officially referred to me as (Y/n)’s boyfriend on official documents.”

“But (Y/n) doesn’t have a boyfriend. They have a cute little girlfriend.”

“....I’m their boyfriend. I’m also a father.”

“You’re so silly they wouldn’t date someone like that.”

“...”

“....”

"..."

"😊"

“😡”

He’ll be very patient instead leaving it to you to set things straight

And if that doesn’t work he decides he doesn’t care anymore

And that he doesn’t care for your grandparent

So on holiday’s when your making your phone calls and sending invitations to your grandparent

He’s accidentally letting the letter burn

And he won’t suggest it getting lost in the mail until the day before

“That’s unfortunate, we'll just have to remember to do it next time.”

We won’t

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itsyourstarboy · 1 year

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Streamer!Honey Headcanons Pt.5

First Part

AT LONG LAST.... THE STREAMER!HONEY HEADCANONS FINALE

Note: This may be the last part, but it is not the end of Streamer!Honey!!! Just the long-winded headcanon posts. I have more planned for the future ^^ mini-fics, shitposts, all sorts of shenanigans <3

—

The punch became a meme. Honey hates it, and Guy hates that Honey hates it.

But god if it isn’t hilarious.

It took a good few months for Honey to stop beating themself up over it, and now they are able to look back on it and laugh. They even have a GIF of the moment as an alert for gifted subs.

—

Charity streams!!! Honey loves doing them. It’s fun, and for a good cause.

And, though it’s fun, sometimes it can get out of hand.

It was meant to be a joke! But, before they knew it, they hit the donation goal...

♡♡♡♡♡♡

HFDJSFEJGGFJSK

IM FREAKING OUT

CANTWAITCANTWAITCANTWAIT

I can’t believe they’re actually doing this 🤭🤭🤭

I DONT KNOW IF MY GAY LITTLE HEART WILL BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT

The sound of the door opening made chat go mostly still.

Honey, very reluctantly with an embarrassed scowl on their face, stepped into camera view.

They stood stiffly, pondering how they ended up here. Here, on stream, in front of thousands of perfect strangers...

Wearing a maid outfit.

Not even a comfortable one! It was frilly, and itchy, and the skirt was way too fucking short.

OMFGNO I FCKING CANT-

🤣🤣🤣🤣

I CANT BREATHE

OH MY GOOOOOOOD

You look so cute!!!

THIS WAS SO WORTH THE MONEY

IM WHEEZING AND I CANT FIND MY INHALERR

HSGJJFHZJAHHAHAHAH

Oh 😳😳

WHY IT LOOK KINDA GOOD THO??

[HONEY’S] TOO HOT THEY KILLED SOMEBODY

“I hate everything,” Honey muttered, as they tried to tug the dress down. It was bad enough that it was so revealing, but it also wouldn’t zip up all the way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

It would only get worse, however, as the next goal would add thigh highs.

And the one after that would add...

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING NOW

AaaaawwwWWWW WHAT A CUTE KITTY

You mean “right fucking meow?”

THEY LOOK SO PISSED LMAO

SAY NYA RIGHT FUCKING MEOW

They’re gonna kill us 😭😭😭😭

IM QUEER

With what? Their wittle paws?? 😽😽

This is my phone lockscreen now

Simp

“Yeah, you all better enjoy this, ‘cause I’m never doing it again.”

Doubt it, this is the fastest we’ve ever raised money

NOOOOOOOOO

Still waiting for you to say nya

NYAAAAAANTS INGONYAMA BAGITHI BABA

ITS THE CIIIIIIIIRRRRCLE OF LIIIIIIIIIFEEE

“I’m not saying that.”

tf you’re not-

★someone donated $50★

SAY NYA BITCH

Honey heaved out a sigh that bordered a growl, and very blandly, “nya.”

As Chat cheered and went practically feral, Honey could only be glad that this couldn’t possibly get any wors-

They froze as they heard the Jaws theme start playing.

“Oh f-”

HE’S HEEEERE

YEEEEEEEESS

HoneysHeaven: wowah 😳

THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER

HOLY CRAP SOMEONE TAGGED HIM ON TWITTER 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

HoneyHeaven: hey there Honey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

SOMEONE SNITCHED????

Honey braced their elbows on their desk and hid their face in their hands. “Go back to working.”

HoneysHeaven: I will if you promise to still be wearing that when I get home 👀👀

“I’m burning it as soon as this stream ends.”

NOO YOU CANT BURN IT YOU LOOK SO SEXYY 😩😩

The boy just wants to see you all dolled up Boo, let him have his treat

“The next 15 minutes are going to be hell.”

HoneysHeaven: oooh the next goal you put on a collar, hm? 😏😏

Guy ur killing even me rn

OH WAIT I JUST GOT GUYS USERNAME

HoneysHeaven: Honey can you send me like $70

“I am not sending you money.”

HoneysHeaven: awww cmon 🥺🥺 my break ends in 2 minutes I just want to see you in a collar

ITS FOR CHARITY

DONATE TO THE CAUSE

“I’ll put you in a collar,” Honey grumbled with their arms crossed tightly.

HoneysHeaven: wouldn’t be the first time 😉

HOW DO WE RAISE ANOTHER 500 IN 10 MINUTES

AYO WHAT????

—

Guy likes interrupting Honey’s streams unprompted. He loves seeing the smile on their face. The gentle one that they wear while doing what they love. It makes him want to smother them in kisses.

Sometimes when he does this, he forgets about the mask and glasses. There have been plenty of times where he’s nearly accidentally exposed his face to the world, and it gives his honey a mini heart attack each time.

Honey made the executive decision to rearrange their setup so that the door was no longer in view. That way, Guy could spontaneously enter as much as he pleased.

—

Honey was still streaming when Guy returned home from work. They had told him in advance that this stream would be dragging on a bit longer than normal.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Honey looked up as they heard the door click open. Guy entered, waving a paper bag around.

“Honeeeey,” he sang, “I’ve brought you somethiiiiing.”

is that the boy i hear 👀👀👀

EVERYONE SHUT UP I NEED TO WITNESS THIS

DETROIT CAN WAIT THIS IS IMPORTANT

Honey eyed the bag skeptically as Guy drew closer, “should I be worried?”

“No,” Guy laughed, stopping right outside of the camera’s view. “I brought you donuts!”

“Ooh, really? What’s your motive?”

“Wha-? Motive!? Why do you think I would have a motive?”

Honey raised an eyebrow at their boyfriend and smirked.

Immensely offended, Guy scoffed, “what, am I not allowed to bring the most important person in my life a treat? Purely out of my own volition and the kindness of my heart?”

“I was joking before, but now I’m actually suspicious...”

“Just take the donuts, Honey,” Guy softly spoke with a warm smile, holding out the bag and leaning forward.

When Honey’s hand brushed against his own, Guy leaned closer, his other hand cupping the back of their neck. He held the bag up to hide his face from viewers as he placed a gentle kiss on his partners cheek.

Honey, growing ever more flustered, let out a nervous chuckle as they pushed Guy away and accepted the gifts.

AWWWWHDWSAIHDGDKDSBIDS

ITS HAPPENING

OMG

DID HE KISS THEM??

WHERE IS THE CLIP I NEED TO SEE THAT AGAIN

When you’re so lonely you’re living vicariously through someone in your screen

UH YEAH THATS THE POINT

OF COURSE

I GOT THE CLIP I GOT IT

Chat wouldn’t stop talking about it for the entire rest of the stream.

And for the next 4 streams after that...

—

Chat knows that Guy is important to Honey. No other roommate of theirs has ever become such a big part of their life, everyone knows that they have to be something more.

They stopped bugging Honey about it after a year. It's just kind of common knowledge that these two have a lot of chemistry, but asking straight up about their relationship won't work.

Not that having an answer would change anything, Chat loves seeing how happy Honey is with Guy.

—

It took a little over a year for Honey to agree, but finally they are streaming a game with Guy!!

They're playing Raft. Honey in their streaming room, and Guy in the living room. They're communicating through discord, and Chat is having a blast.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Did you finish building that engine yet?" Honey asked, filling a chest with some items.

"No, I thought you were going to do it," Guy answered.

"I literally told you to go ahead and make one two minutes ago!"

"I was busy distracting the shark while you were scavenging all that shit underwater!"

We should get them couples counciling

Guy can't keep being shark bait ooh ah ah 😭😭

I still don't understand the point of this game

It's his destiny

Raft

raft

The point is raft

RAFT

"Honey, I think I'm dying. My hunger bar is low."

"Then eat something, we have plenty of food."

"I don't think I can make it back in time," Guy whined.

"Wh- where are you??"

You could practically hear Guy's pout, "I went back on the island because you were mad at me."

"I am not mad at you," Honey responded, exasperated, "where are you at on the island?"

"Uhmm... I'm in a place with lots of trees."

"Okay, I'm bringing you some shark meat."

"The shark is dead?"

"Yeah I killed it."

[HONEY] MOVE FASTER WE CANT LET HIM DIE

They are playing the game so wrong I am ripping my hair out

Tip: multiple sails will make you go faster

They can play however they want to 😡

The only right way to do anything is the [Honey] and Guy way

"Oh shi-" Guy started, "I'm dead."

"You're fiiine."

"No, my character just collapsed from hunger."

"Don't be dramatic, I'm almost there."

"I'm not being dramatic!! I died!!!"

"A little death never killed anybody."

Honey found Guy's character, limp on the ground, and picked him up.

"Alright, you big baby, I'll take you to the bed."

"Oooooh," Guy sang impishly, "you're carrying me to bed?"

"Yep."

"What are you gonna do with me once we get there?"

"When we get there, you are gonna build that goddamn engine!"

Upon arrival to the raft, Honey discovered something...

"Where the fuck is the bed??"

Guy coughed out a laugh, "oh, uhm- I might've taken it with me when I left."

"Why would you do that!?!?"

"Because you were mad at me!!!"

"I swear to god-" Honey dropped Guy's carcass on the raft and went to collect materials to make another bed.

"Honeeeeey," Guy whined, "this wooden floor is hard."

Honey sighed, "I'm making you a bed, hold on."

"Come lay underneath meeee."

AGDKSGAKBFK

Boi he wants them under him 👀👀

Can't believe they let Guy die, I'll never forgive them for this 😢🤧😖 /lh /j

Our boy really stepped up his flirting game 😳😳😳

Too bad [Honey] is too oblivious

They're not oblivious, they're an asshole

A distinct sound of sharp teeth chomping into their hard work caught Honey's attention.

"Fuckin' hell," they murmured, "the stupid shark is back."

"Hurry up making the bed and I can kill it," Guy offered.

"I thought you were making the bed," Honey retorted.

Guy scoffed, "Honey!!!!"

"I gotta stab the shark, hold on."

Cold blooded

Yeah

They don't deserve Guy I'm gonna kidnap him

That shark is an endangered species!!!

DoNT YOU DARE GUYNAP OUR BELOVED BOY

Finally, finally, Honey returned and placed Guy's character on the bed. He sprang up immediately.

Guy's cheerful voice started up, "yayyy, thank you Hone-" and was cut off with a yelp.

The shark had glitched through the bottom of the raft and attack Guy. It scared him half to death, but Honey?

Honey was laughing hysterically.

And it was music to Guy's ears.

Gasping for breath, they kept trying to say something, but continuously fell into a fit of giggles.

Guy was barely able to form his own words without laughing, trying to feign offense at his honey's joy in seeing him hurt. But hearing them laugh so heartily? He couldn't help but melt.

And he didn't want to just hear it, he wanted to see it.

"I'm coming to get you, Honey!" He announced, just before darting towards their room.

"No, no no!" They tried to object, but it was too late as Guy came bursting in.

They were in his arms and on the floor in an instant, tears streaming down their face as they tried to breathe.

Their face hurt from smiling, and they tried to calm down, but as soon as their breathing slowed Guy started to tickle them.

"Guy-! No!! Stop it!" They squealed and squirmed, but to no avail. Their previous laughing fit left them exhausted.

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I feel like we shouldn't be watching this

HES SO CUTE????

GUY FACE REVEAL!!!!!

EVERYONE SHIELD YOUR EYES

TURN OFF YOUR DEVICES THIS IS ILLEGAL

Wait I think I've seen him before!

When all settled down, Guy and Honey were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs on the floor, just barely out of frame.

"I love you, Honey," he said softly.

Honey smiled, "I love you too."

—

When the couple realized that Guy was no longer anonymous, Honey made him start carrying pepper spray while he worked.

Gotta keep the boy safe.

The End.

A/N: Thank you for reading the Streamer!Honey series ♡ I've loved writing it, and it makes me so happy that you all loved it as well!

#redacted streamer!honey #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted fanfic #redacted writing #redacted au #the person that recognized guy may or may not have been asher #peep the W2H reference

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sideeve · 4 months

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If you’re doing John wick, I have a few requests

1: a very fluffy one shot with John and reader

2: John is in the middle of a job at a nightclub and he asks the reader where his target is. The reader gives the info cause they’re fed up with the target being an asshole.

3: the marquis puts his significant other or sibling reader into a safe house to protect them from John wick.

i gotchu

you swirl you glass of liquor around, staring at the boring football game being displayed on the small television above you. you dreaded going to bars, but you were the gossip girl in this assassination field.

it was your job to know everything. who killed who, where they would be. everything. but spilling this knowledge came with a price.

“i don’t care who wins.” you roll your eyes, closing them as you take a gulp of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat. “i need information on the whereabouts of Ronan.”

the infamous Baba Yaga stalks over you, waiting for you to turn in your chair. “no convo prep?” you sigh, turning around in your chair. “what will i get in return?” you saw him reach down in his pocket, hearing the sound of coins click together. “save it. it was a test to see if you were serious. just kill the bastard.”

“such language. almost sounds like you hate him.” despite his stoic expression, you sensed a hint of humor in his tone. “i don’t care how you kill him. just make sure he doesn’t see the next sunrise.”

he chuckles. “what has he done to you for you to feel that way?” you take a breath, tryin not you get upset as you remember a few memories. “long story he left me for dead once.”

john hums. “i’ll take a stab another stab at him. as revenge for you.” he winks. from hearing all these horror stories from people who’ve encountered him, he seems like a genuine man.

“what about you? why are you goin’ after the man?” your body loosens. “ah,” he takes a sharp inhale, “i have a list of people who participated in taking my life away from you. luckily for you, he’s up there.”

“and luckily for you,” you pull out a notepad from your back pocket, scribbling some words and locations down before ripping the paper off, pressing it against his chest. “i know where he’s been.”

john’s eyes search through yours, finding a glint of attraction reflecting from him to you. “may your journey be quick and his death swift.” you hop off the stool, walking out the bar.

he skims over the paper, his eyes locking with a series of numbers and a “xoxo” written at the bottom. “what a woman.” he smiles, shaking his head, stuffing the paper in his breast pocket as he leaves the bar.

i haven't been sleeping good so if this doesn't make sense...i don't know what to tell you

#john wick x reader #john wick fanfic #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves fanfic #» 🐰 john wick’s bunny

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oldestenemy · 5 months

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The wizard is glad they are sent to Cyrus when things have settled. That again, he is the one who knows anything of the world they are seeking, out of everyone.

“I want you to seek out an old…friend of mine.” He explains the bones of their quest—find Ivan the Great, have him aid in finding Baba Yaga, convince her to help with Bartleby’s ailment—and it feels painfully simple. But they know better. It will not remain so.

“Polaris lies at the very edge of the Spiral—on the horizon as it were—Where land meets sky, where the worlds fall off into the endless expanse of the in-between. Why it would cause Bartleby to fall ill, I cannot begin to fathom. But if there are answers to be found in Polaris, you would be the one to find them.”

The spiral key for Polaris looks like a little three pronged lamp-post. Silvery and shining faintly.

They are going to need to invest in a bigger keyring soon…

Before going, a note of importance.

“I know the others have it handled, but—”

“—Rest assured I will keep eyes and ears out for Mr. Grimwater.” Cyrus finishes before they get the words out. It offers a relief the wizard can barely explain. They cannot shake the feeling that there is a wrongness to his disappearance, a danger around it.

“Thank you. Really.” They force themself not to add for everything.

They have been trying harder to make their interactions with other people feel less final.

It’s hard.

But they’re trying.

Penny and Malorn are standing by Bartleby waiting for them.

It’s not going to be like the last time.

There is urgency here, yes, but they are not sprinting forward after their own demise.

“Be careful,” Penny urges as soon as they are in earshot.

“I will be,” the wizard responds, “this—this won’t be as bad as the other worlds I’ve been to in the last year. In and out.” Maybe if they speak that into existence it will become true. Probably not.

“Somehow I doubt that,” Malorn says, “if you need us, or need a break—if you can get one—I’ll be here or in Dragonspyre.”

“I’m going back to Marleybone for a while to visit my parents,” Penny adds, “but promise if something happens—”

“—You’ll be the first to know.” The wizard assures her.

It’s a lie.

They are going to keep these things as far from the others as they can manage.

This is the first time they’ve walked through Bartleby in…a very long time. It looks different. Leaves falling and wilting in every corner, autumn colors invade upon the green, not vibrant but sickly and muted. They try not to think that it’s helping. The fact that it has changed within the chamber means it is not throwing them so distinctly back into the moments after Azteca.

The door opens onto a chill, onto the distinct smell of snow.

“Ahem!”

A…penguin?

A…French penguin.

The inhabitants of the spiral never cease to be interesting at least.

Sometimes their memories from Earth have use here. But why anyone would decide for penguins to be French—especially in a locale that seems more like tsarist Russia—they don’t particularly have time to dwell on. The only reason it’s familiar at all is because they had been fixated on that animated movie about a missing Russian princess for several years of their young childhood. They can almost hear the music as they walk through the streets.

Routine falls into place.

Maybe it’s the fact that prior to this they were involved in an outright war, but the fighting here seems almost trivial. Before they know it, they are wrapped up in a revolution, throwing fish into the harbor, following Red Rosa to whatever she needs.

And then they are assisting a polar bear in dancing a ballet—and gods that movie just keeps coming back to pester them doesn’t it—but it feels good to be doing something that isn’t…dueling. Somewhere along the line one of the Patriôtes had handed the wizard a saber that was now functioning as their wand—something they haven’t really done since Avalon, and before that Dragonspyre—it makes the battles a bit visceral for their tastes, especially when they are not yet sure of their purpose here.

Find Ivan.

This does prove to be fairly straightforward, and following him through his aid to the Patriôtes and their rebellion is both easy and—a little entertaining. There is an element of joy that underlies every act of resistance, and Ivan’s intensity in battle has them missing Dyvim. But like everyone, they leave him when the time comes. Walking into the cold expansive woods alone in search of Baba Yaga.

An eerie silence permeates this part of the forest. It is as though all the wildlife were holding its breath.

Raven is loud here, near as loud as she is in Grizzleheim.

The wizard ignores her. They have been doing so for months now, still angry for Nidavellir, for her dragging Malorn and the other necromancers into problems that did not need to be theirs. But they never went back to see her, they meant to at least try and get answers about Lorcan—

But then Duncan went missing, and now this.

It doesn’t matter.

Grandmother Raven is not going anywhere.

They can go and shout themself hoarse at her perch whenever the mood strikes.

What the wizard does find in this silent clearing of the wood, is a girl.

A human girl.

Which—under many circumstances shouldn’t be considered strange, but the only other human they’ve seen in Polaris thus far is Rasputin. It’s not often they run into people who aren’t also some kind of creature. Though on closer inspection, perhaps this girl is some kind of creature. There are inky black feathers shifting in her hair that look as though they sprout straight from her scalp along with it.

Later they learn the girl—Mellori—is Baba Yaga’s daughter. Given that the witch herself lives inside a house with chicken legs, Mellori’s feathered hair no longer strikes them as surprising. Nor does her immediate act of following them to the Auroracle. Mellori reminds them of their younger self. Hungry for adventure and mystery.

The wizard isn’t sure yet if that is a welcome comfort, or a bad omen for their new friend’s future.

Read the whole series here <3

#wizard101 #wizard101 fic #wizzy fandom #wiz101 #wizard101 fanfiction #wizard101 fanfic #polaris #arc 3 #mellori #w101 #i have a writeblr for this but shh #lark is still playing funky wizard game from their childhood

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wjbs-aus · 7 months

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hello, I know absolutely nothing about Ultrakill besides gun, flesh and

COIN

Please enlighten me. Do not hold back. I want to hear every excruciating detail, from lore to gameplay.

and if you want to know *exactly* how much I know, all the media of ultrakill I have consumed is random pictures of the sentient security camera and Gohrdahn’s video on SPARECHANGE%. also asking people who have no idea what’s going on about what’s going on is funny, so so far all I’ve picked up is that you’re a robot angel thing from hell and you fighting your way to heaven. Machines killed everyone and I wonder if the protagonist finds the metal areas more disturbing than the fleshy areas; after all, they’re seeing what is basically their insides, no?

No offense, but wow is that summary incorrect! Let's rectify that!

I'll only be covering the lore because, even though I've finished the game (so far), I don't fully understand the mechanics.

Be warned that some information may be incorrect since my memory sucks, and it also may become outdated in the future, as the game is still in development.

Also, I really recommend just playing the game. It's very good so far!

Anyway,

The ULTRALORE

Long ago, humanity had a Big War™ and built robots powered by blood. Remember that last point, it will be important later. One of these robots is our protagonist, V1; a blue robot with large, glowing wings that it uses to store its weapons, Hammerspace-style.

Eventually, the war ended, but humanity still used the robots for stuff like security. They also discovered Hell, which coincidentally happened to be structured identically to Dante Alighieri's interpretation, as seen in the Divine Comedy (Limbo -> Lust -> Gluttony -> Greed -> Wrath -> Heresy -> Violence -> Fraud -> Treachery).

An indeterminate amount of time before this, Minos, king of the layer of Lust, tried to improve the living conditions of his people, believing it to be wrong that they were being judged for the "crime" of love. He was killed by the archangel Gabriel (yes, that one) and had his soul imprisoned within the Flesh Prison, a half-demon half-angel living cage, forced to watch his gigantic corpse destroy his own realm. At another point in time (though I am not sure when it happened in relation to the last one), King Sisyphus (yes, that one) tried to rebel against Heaven, and was killed; unlike Minos, whose body lived on as a gigantic Husk, Sisyphus was beheaded and crucified within a secret chamber inside a pyramid in the Greed layer, while his soul was imprisoned within the Flesh Panopticon.

Back to the present, V1 got a younger, more-advanced sibling named V2, designed for security purposes and equipped with an explosive punch. Meanwhile, the people exploring Hell discovered that the entire realm is alive.

And then all of humanity died of probably robot-related causes.

So naturally, the robots made a beeline for Hell; after all,

MANKIND IS DEAD. BLOOD IS FUEL. HELL IS FULL. BABA IS YOU

One of these robots is V1. It entered Hell through some kinda funky mechanical entrance thing, where it encountered other Machines, as well as Husks (the embodiments of human souls) and Demons (statues filled with Magic Meat™ that animates them and gives them powers), collecting blood as it went. Eventually, V1 reached the gates of Hell (which, much like in the Divine Comedy, have the phrase "Abandon hope all ye who enter here" written across them), defeated the Cerberi (a pair of Demons resembling simplified versions of the Thinker), and entered Limbo.

The ULTRAKILL version of Limbo is interesting, though fairly basic compared to the later layers; the "sky" is made of screens, ambient nature-sounds come from poorly-hidden speakers, and there are folly-like "ruins" everywhere. V1 continues its journey, fighting the Hideous Mass (a large Demon resembling a scorpion or maybe lobster with the Creation Of Adam carved onto the tops of its claws, along with a harpoon-tail, and lots of exposed demonic flesh leaking out from large gaps in its armour) on the way. Eventually, it reaches a serene church, where it encounters V2. After a long battle, V2 escapes, dropping its left arm; V1 takes it and leaves, entering Lust.

Lust is a gigantic Cyberpunk cityscape, with Minos's gigantic Husk towering in the distance.

It's one of the most beautiful areas in the entire game.

As V1 travels through the layer, it gets closer to Minos, until the dead king himself attacks V1; it kills him, and a gateway to Gluttony appears in his throat.

At time of writing, Gluttony is the most conceptually-obvious layer, being a big organic thing with wobbly meat-walls, giant searchlight-eyes, spine-bridges and lakes of stomach acid. Shortly after arriving, V1 is contacted by a mildly-peeved Gabriel, telling it to "turn back now", as "the walls of this palace are not for your kind". Naturally, lacking any sense of self-preservation, nor any percievable emotion, V1 proceeds to battle Gabriel in front of a gigantic beating heart. Gabriel loses, swears his revenge, and proceeds to have a tantrum and call V1 an "insignificant fuck", then teleports away in a blinding flash of light. V1 drops down the hole in the bottom of the arena...

Disgrace. Humiliation. Unseemly and unwelcome at the feet of The Council. Their eyes ablaze with bitter resentment, glaring through Gabriel's wounds of body and soul, bore outward for all to see. "Has this one abandoned the way of our creator?" "It is unworthy of its Holy Light." "The Father's Light is indomitable." "This one sees fit to squander it." Their words resonated in Gabriel's limbs, coursing through as lightning upon wire, a searing hiss that would strike lessers deaf and blind. The Holy Light within him, an unstoppable force of divine fury. Insurmountable for mere Objects. This he knew. "Holy Council, my devotion to our creator is absolute. I have never strayed from the will of The Father, but a machine-" "You dare imply the might of The Father could be shaken by mere objects?" "Impossible." "Heresy." "Unspeakable." "Heresy." "Heresy." "Silence." "Your treachery will not be tolerated. As punishment, The Father's Light shall be severed from your body. You have 24 hours before the last of its embers die out." "And you with them." "Prove your loyalty." "Unmake your mistakes." As the Light was ripped from his being, Gabriel's screams were silenced in the hiss of gospel in praise of God. A boiling anguish to which even the fires of Hell could not compare. Through the blaze of torment a single burning hatred was forged anew. If the machines seek blood, he would give it freely; and with such fury, even metal will bleed.

... before landing in Greed, a vast desert with literal golden sand, with recreations of various famous landmarks. V1 fights a Sisyphean Insurrectionist, and later re-encounters V2, who has a new hookshot arm, but manages to beat the newer robot; the two end up in a high-speed chase down the side of a pyramid, but eventually V1 manages to get V2 to fall, with it landing hard on a nearby bridge, turning into a large, red stain.

V2 is canonically dead.

V1 grabs its arm, and leaves for Wrath.

Once upon a time, Wrath was the River Styx (yes, that one), before it suddenly turned into vast ocean. The souls of the damned literally fight for air, while those who lose hope fall to the bottom and [REDACTED FOR SPOILER REASONS].

V1 fights through a flooded underground complex, before ending up outside on a stormy night; they fight through many enemies, and manage to summon a gigantic cruise ship captained by a skeletal Ferryman, leading to ULTRAKILL's only moral choice at time of writing; using the revolver's Marksman mode, it is possible to throw a coin to the Ferryman. Alternatively, V1 battles the Ferryman (who is a gigantic Gabriel fanboy that carves demons into enemy-protecting Idols). Either way, this opens the path to inside the boat, which is attacked by a vast sea-monster; after escaping the now-capsized boat, V1 fights the Leviathan (a gigantic demon whose flesh was made from the Husks who gave up and sank to the bottom of the Ocean Styx; its heart, which sticks out of its head, has multiple angelic spears impaled into it, and constantly screams). V1 defeats the Leviathan, which explodes into a shower of blood, and the ocean splits open to reveal the entrance to Heresy.

Heresy is the most "hellish" layer yet; it's bright red, there's fire everywhere, and a lot of the buildings have goat-skulls on the walls. Gabriel, more furious after having his divine link severed, awaits V1. He goes off on one at it for killing everything in Hell, then tries to kill it again.

He loses, but this time, he's more graceful. Gabriel leaves to think, and his giant pipe-organ opens, revealing the entrance to Violence. That is where the story ends for now.

Silence. Introspection. How many had he killed? Had he ever thought to count? How much cruelty did he embody... and to what end? How many did he condemn to hell and who did it benefit..? Two defeats at the hands of the machine had changed Gabriel. The world of the one supposed Will of God was now shattered and only he was left to put the pieces back together. They collected before the light of a dying fire that fresh fuel couldn't sustain, this new light showing the truth to Gabriel: The pieces never fit together to begin with. The supposed Council of "the people" who boasted a God that wasn't there. Gone. Vanished. The Council still chased after the light of God's fire, their memory of its words and will grown twisted and warped, and the rest of the aimless masses of Heaven follow their footsteps. The angels still act in The Father's name but His kingdom has changed. Now the fire was dying, sputtering out as the heat failed to gain purchase. Gabriel looked upon the embers with a perfect clarity. He drew his blade and held it in contrast to the dying light. In its reflection he saw a weapon reborn, no longer wielded by the will of another, but his own. He knew words alone would never sway the masses. He chose to do something drastic. Death stains the auditorium. The littered corpses of the once mighty council now strewn against its surfaces, their last gasps of life dripping down the dissident blade of Gabriel's sword. The last councilor, now backed up to a wall, scrambles for words between panicked breaths as death approaches with measured steps. "W-wait! Y-you can't do this! Out status forbids it! This is treason, heresy, murder! We are the supreme authority, our law commands you! "You command nothing. Your words hold no power over me, or anyone else. Lest you truly believe you can talk my blade back into its sheath." "B-but the people are on our side! The citizens of Heaven know that we are just!" "The masses only follow you out of fear and desperation. I will show them there is nothing to be afraid of, for there is not species nor origin, vested rank or holy status that will stop the sharp edge of a sword. We all bleed the same blood, and the cushions of your thrones have made you weak and impotent." "P-please, Gabriel, see reason! The council follows the will of The Father! You seek to go against our creato-" "Face it, brother. God is Dead. The fire is gone. You're chasing phantoms." Gabriel's silhouette now towers over the councilor, his shadow cast upon a soon lifeless corpse. He raises his sword for the final cut as the crying mess on the floor stammers out its final feeble argument. "B-b-but the Father's light! Without me you cannot hope to reconnect with it! I-i-if you kill me, you'll be dead in a matter of hours!" ... "I know." A clean, silent cut glides through the councilor's neck, severing his spine with elegance and ease. His head falls onto the marble floor, the rest of his body following soon after. Bereft of status but brimming with purpose, Gabriel gave a final message to the angels amassed at the gates of the auditorium before leaving Heaven for the very last time. His arm outstretched, without a word, the people saw. In the silence the message rang out to the far ends of the cosmos.

The terminals encountered in Prime Sanctums and other secret levels reveal a bit more; most importantly that A. the terminals get bored, explaining the infinite Cyber Grind mode, and B. God regrets condemning Lucifer to Hell.

There's more, but honestly, play the game. It's really good.

that moment when you realise that Gorillaz lore is probably easier to explain than ULTRAKILL

#ultrakill

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meenatranslates · 8 months

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[R] Yuki | The 1001st Story

The hack actor from back then caused us a lot of trouble, but... If we didn’t get pulled by that guy, this current Summer Troupe probably wouldn’t exist.

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The Return of Fear, A Hundred Midnight Stories - Part 1

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―Lounge (Night)―

Muku: Eek...!

Yuki: You don’t need to read if you’re that scared.

Muku: B-but, the illustrations are so cute...!

Misumi: Ah, Yuki and Muku~. They’re reading a book together~.

Kazunari: Hey there, fellas~. Whatcha reading?

Yuki: Here.

Kumon: “100 Ghost Stories��...?

Kazunari: Ghost stories?! The cover book looks pretty cute tho...

Yuki: Yup. I found it in the reference room.

I remembered reading it before, so I brought it with me.

Kumon: So you’ve already read about it!

Misumi: This oni has a triangle horn~! Ah! There’s a cat here!

Kazunari: I know this story! It seems scary, but it’s actually quite a good one~.

Yuki: Ohh, the one where a bakeneko saves its master.

Misumi: What a good cat~.

Muku: It’s such a wonderful story!

Kazunari: Let’s look at other stories!

Misumi: Oh, this person’s hood is a triangle~!

Kumon: Tengu’s here too! Hella cool~!

Tenma: I’m home~.

Muku: Welcome home, Tenma-kun.

Tenma: What’re you guys gathering here for?

Yuki: We were reading this.

Tenma: You-! That’s...!

Kumon: What’s wrong, Tenma-san?

Yuki: Truth is, before our first stage play-.

*Flashback*

―Room 201 (Night)―

Tenma: Aren’t you gonna do any role study for Scheherazade?

Yuki: Role study?

Tenma: There must be something you can do, like what Sakisaka did by reading the original book. It’s important to know about your role in depth.

Yuki: ...Acting like a leader.

Tenma: I’m not acting! I really AM one!

Yuki: Yeah, yeah.

Tenma: Don’t give me that “Yeah, yeah”! That’s no way to behave towards your leader-.

Yuki: *sighs* ...So noisy. I’ll turn off the lights.

*click*

Tenma: H-hey! ...Geez.

Yuki: (Role study, huh...)

(...Ah, I know.)

*click*

Yuki: Hey.

Tenma: What. I’m going to bed-.

Yuki: Help me with the role study.

Tenma: ...Role study?

Yuki: You told me to do it a while ago, remember?

Tenma: Hmph, so you’re finally up for it. What’re you gonna do?

Yuki: I was thinking of doing a storytelling.

Tenma: Storytelling?

Yuki: Scheherazade used to tell Ali Baba bedtime stories, right? Thought I should try doing the same thing to deepen the understanding of my role.

Tenma: Ahh, I see. Sure, I’ll help you out.

Yuki: Okay, we’ll start with “100 Ghost Stories”-.

Tenma: G-ghost stories?!

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The Return of Fear, A Hundred Midnight Stories - Part 2

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Tenma: I-I won’t listen to ghost stories!

Yuki: Huh? You said you will just now.

Tenma: Only because I didn’t know what story you’d read!

Yuki: ...Are you scared?

Tenma: I-It’s not like I’m scared or anything. Besides, ghost stories aren’t exactly for a bedtime story, you know?

Yuki: There weren’t any books other than this in the reference room. It’s not that scary, so you should be fine. (1)

Tenma: Hngh...

Yuki: Once upon a time-.

Tenma: ...S-stop it!

Yuki: There lived...

Tenma: Ugh-!

(I got no choice but to listen...)

Yuki: ...That’s all for tonight.

Tenma: Finally, it’s over...

Yuki: Huh, you’re still awake? You wrapped yourself in blanket and didn’t move an inch at all, so I thought you slept already.

Tenma: I-I just couldn’t fall sleep because of your bad reciting-.

Yuki: Is that so. Good night, then.

Tenma: H-hey...!

Tenma: .....

Yuki: *sleep soundly*

Tenma: .....

...I can’t sleep.

―Practice Room―

Kazunari: G’morning~!

Yuki: Morning.

Tenma: ...Good morning.

Kazunari: OMG! What happened, Tenten?! You look like a panda!

Tenma: ...Nothing.

Yuki: Were you so scared of the ghost story last night that you couldn’t fall sleep?

Tenma: ...!

Yuki: Was it a spot-on?

Tenma: Sh-shut up!

*Flashback ends*

Yuki: -and that’s what happened.

Kumon: Ahaha, I see~!

Kazunari: So nostalgic~! That did happen, huh!

Misumi: You were no good with scary things since then~.

Tenma: That’s not true!

Muku: So you were referring to this book when you mentioned a ghost story back then.

Tenma: Oh, right. I don’t think you guys know, but there’s a history behind that book.

Kazunari: History?

Tenma: Yeah... Soon after that, a lot of bad things happened...

Like, I felt a person’s gaze on me while I was washing my hair, or when I hear some noise in the kitchen and dropped a cup...

Yuki: That’s just you being freaked out.

Muku: But still, the Scheherazade during the play was very wonderful. Maybe it was a good thing that he did the storytelling for his role study!

Tenma: Well... I do admit that.

Yuki: Hm~. It’s been a while, so should I read you a story tonight?

Tenma: NOOO---!!!

=====NOTES=====

[1] In this backstage, they used this word "Kaidan" (怪談). Generally, it means "ghost/horror story", but it's more of a "strange/mysterious tales". The kaidan stories can be funny, or strange, or a retelling of an odd thing that happened before. They can be scary most of the times, but they are not intended to be scary at all. ( Ref 1 / Ref 2 )

Story Clear!

#a3!#a3! translation #meenatranslates #yuki rurikawa #rurikawa yuki

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spacerockwriting · 8 months

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I just wanna show of some random bits of part 4 of Soft Bitch. Mostly the chaotic parts.

“So, middle school,” Mickey says, leaning against the counter. Finn’s been in and out of school for the last three weeks of the year, going to all sorts of doctors’ appointments, therapist appointments, and whatever else. On top of Ally’s speech, and Monnie’s new desire to start dance, their schedule is getting pretty full. “What the fuck do we do?”

“Pray Finn’s not the next King of the Southside?”

Mickey laughs. “Kid’s already getting that title.”

“Finn doesn’t have tits. If anyone needs those things, it’s Ian.”

Ian lightly swats his husband, causing Trevor to laugh. “God that tattoo is ugly.”

“Who the fuck put tits on a portrait of their dead mother?”

“I know!” Trevor laughs.

“Mick, we gotta do something about this.”

“Leave Chuck Norris alone. It’s punk.”

“Mick,” Ian says, gently combing through their son’s curls. “He’s got scrambled eggs in his bangs.”

“Monnie had oatmeal in her hair, and I don’t see you making a fuss over that. Thought we were being all gender affirming and shit?”

“Mickey,” Ian says, shaking his head. “This isn’t about Ally being a boy. This is about you and your dumb obsession with their ginger hair.”

“It’s not an obsession.”

“I still remember your stupid expression when I rolled into prison with black hair.”

“That shit was fucking ugly, and you know it.”

“You still got upset when I shaved it.”

“Yeah, well, you looked even more fucking insane with it growing out, but damn, could’ve left a little bit. Didn’t want anyone thinking I was banging one of Terry’s fucking racist assholes.”

Ian shakes his head. “Kinda wanted to actually know what I was learning. How I tested out of English.”

“I married a fucking nerd.”

“Newd!” Ally repeats. “Fucking newd!”

Mickey lifts her up, placing her on the counter. She stands up on little feet, taking off her plastic tiara. Beaming, she shoves it in Mickey’s hair. “Baba pwincess,” she says, loudly.

“Monnie, careful,” Ian calls from across the room. “And yeah, Baba’s a pretty princess.” Ian beams, taking his phone out to take a picture.

“You send that to Lip and I will end you,” Mickey threatens. But the threat is empty.

There’s even more laughter and Carl is the one who blurts it out. “Did Debbie fuck a Milkovich? ‘Cause I think Finn’s more like Mickey than us.”

“Well, there was Sandy,” Mickey adds.

“You know what I mean.”

Ian grins at Mickey after they put Finn to bed. “Now I remember why I liked these books.”

“Matt Dillon’s fucking hot?”

“Yeah, and his characters always remind me of you, all bad boy and in juvie and shit.”

“Hey, isn’t he trying to get with a redhead in one of the movies?”

Ian snorts, covering his mouth. “He is you.”

Mickey smirks. “Least I’m one of the hot guys. Not unlike that fucking Justin Beiber or whatever that you liked.”

Ian scoffs, playfully swatting at Mickey. “Justin Timberlake. Justin Timberlake,” he repeats. “Do I need to bring out that chart that Mandy and I made back in high school?”

. He prefers plugging in the inflatable Santa, the penguins, and the humping reindeer décor. They’re supposed to be grazing grass, but Mickey prefers them grazing ass and Ian doesn’t care either way. Plus, the kids think it’s funny, so there’s that.

“You’re not even hanging lights,” Ian says, stepping down the ladder. “You’re just watching my ass.”

“Ladder says do not leave patrons unattended. Just following basic safety, Man. Isn’t that what Tommy always says on his worksite?

anyways, enjoy those little excerpts! Just some bits I love that don't showcase the plot much.

#galladrabbles #gallavich #comet rambles #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #shameless

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 10 months

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In their name

Warnings: angst, murder, violence, mental distress and Lan Sizhui being dark and twisted

This is the leftover ficlet from my Xue Yang era that I finally decided to get done.

Enjoy <3

What is your name, young man?

He does not know. Who is he? What should the world call him? What is the string of sounds they should use to get his attention?

Who am I?

He used to know, he used to be so sure of it. He used to know who he was, who he wanted to become, where he came from.

And then it was taken away from him, all of it, the security in himself and his life ripped from right under him.

It was cold when they died, an unforgiving winter. They should have taken it as a foreboding omen, the way that day had been so unexplainably warm and sunny, in the heart of the harshest winter in decades.

They did not.

Why would they? Why would anyone?

They died... nobody really knows how. It’s a mystery still, but there is no point trying to uncover it. Not really. Not like it would change anything.

They’re gone and that’s it.

Why hang onto the past?

They died protecting him. This is the truth. They died because he was weak, because he was their child.

Was?

And they sent him away for help so he wouldn’t watch them die.

They protected him and loved him and left him.

And now he doesn’t know who he is.

A murderer? A failure? A lost cause?

Demonic cultivation – the actual demonic kind – is a lot easier to manage when you’re angry enough not to care who you’re killing in the process. And it makes for an interesting mix if you use the ghost path with it.

It’s more comfortable than orthodox cultivation – or maybe he’s just not entirely okay with using it to kill.

After all, Hanguang-Jun had instilled into him the fact that he should only use his power, his sword, for good.

It was an ambush.

People still had a bone to pick with the terrible Yiling Laozu, or however they called him – him, A-Yuan’s baba, was not that, he was good, kind and a convenient scapegoat – and they wanted him dead. Again. He died already, and yet, it was not enough. It was not enough that they attacked him, that they killed everybody, that they left a little, innocent community in ruins and threw the bodies of its inhabitants like they were trash.

It was not enough that, despite this, Wei Wuxian saved them all 13 years later.

The Moling Su sect had not disappeared, then. Even though their leader had died, they only went into hiding to deal with the power vacuum, and returned, quietly, to their business, much more modest than they used to be.

The head disciple, now become sect leader, had planned it all. The fake letter about a fierce ghost terrorizing a small nameless village hidden in the mountains, the victims all children, the crying villagers asking for help.

A trap.

They waited.

They used demonic cultivation too, the actual demonic kind. The kind that eats at the spiritual energy of everything around, the kind that thrives off resentment of both the living and the dead.

Uncle Ning went first.

Then A-Die.

Then Baba.

Then there was nobody left.

Nobody but... A-Yuan? Wen Yuan? Wei Yuan? Lan Yuan? Lan Sizhui?

Whoever he may be, he’s the only one left.

A grave was dug, joining the Lan ancestors’ resting place in a beautiful plot of land near the Cloud Recesses. Flowers grow there all the time, it is a place of quiet and reflection, peace and missing.

They put baba and a-die in the same grave. It was their dying wish. Otherwise they would have been able to unclench their hands where they held them together as they died. Nobody could.

There was nothing left of uncle Ning to bury.

And then A-Yuan had to leave.

How could he stay in his house when he had no home anymore?

He couldn’t... do anything anymore, agonizing in bed for days, crying himself in and out of nightmares, pushing everybody away so harshly that they wouldn’t dare come near him again.

He had initially thought about killing himself.

What use was there for him now? His parents died because of him, he couldn’t even so much as watch out for himself and stay out of trouble.

How could he even pretend he could ever be a cultivator again? Had he ever been one?

But he realized, one evening as he thought over his suicide note, that it wasn’t him that killed his parents. It was those Moling Su disciples and their wretched techniques. They are the ones that took baba and a-die away.

They are the ones that should be dead long before A-Yuan is.

He will die too, he knows he will, he has to, wants to – but he cannot allow them to live before that.

Justice must be delivered in kind. A-Die taught him that.

And so, A-Yuan fled the Cloud Recesses to deliver it.

He took Bichen and Chenqing with him – not to use them, how could he ever? – but just so he could have his parents know their deaths would be avenged and they could rest in peace.

A-Yuan lived in the Burial Mounds for three years. He only left to gather knowledge – on how to kill better, hurt more, experiment.

There is a way to cultivate resentful energy into a core.

There is a way to become immortal without the ridiculous pretense of righteousness.

(There is nothing righteous in this wretched world. Not anymore).

There is a way to extract resentment from the living, corrupt their souls, torture them without even a drop of blood leaving their bodies.

There is a way to do anything.

The stories of the Yiling Patriarch, of the blood thirsty Xue Yang, even the terrible Wen Ruohan...

Sizhui would be putting them all to shame.

He would become the cultivation world’s worst nightmare, he would show them they have known nothing of the horrors that they deserved bestowed upon them.

He would avenge his parents and all that he lost once their lives ended.

And then he would die at peace with it all.

There is no way to know who from the Moling Su sect actually attacked Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui that night.

They had their faces covered and their swords fogged over, it was night and they wore black clothing.

It was impossible to tell who was who.

That is why Sizhui killed them all.

And he enjoyed every second of it.

At first, he wanted to just let his ghosts and corpses do the work for him – after all, he never quite liked getting his hands dirty.

But it was too tempting not to draw his sword, now teeming with resentful energy, its spirit long dead, and join in to the massacre, cutting down into every single living person he could find.

He made it a point to slowly rip at the sect leader’s golden core until it broke inside of him, pulling his qi out of him like string just so he could enjoy his screams. He didn’t know what was louder, his laughter or the man’s cries – but he dragged it out as long as he could, watching life drain out of him like the flame of a dying candle.

He would make sure nobody was left.

“Baba, A-Die, are you seeing this? Are you proud of me now?” he asked as he twirled Chenqing in one hand, gripping the hilt of Bichen in the other, walking along the estate of the Moling Su sect, corpses littering the winding pathways. “I am strong now. Nobody can ever defeat me, I could destroy the whole world if I wanted. If you wanted.”

He waves a hand to send resentful energy into a corner where frightened figures try to hide, and does not seem to mind the young voices that scream out.

“They took you away from me, from the world... so I have done the same. Why should this wretched lot live if you do not?”

The screaming is slowly starting to die out around him. “It won’t be long now. They’ll all be dead by morning. I won’t leave until I’m sure there are no survivors left. And perhaps I'll even seek out the rest of their allies, their partnerships... destroy those too. None of these people should get to be alive if my parents don’t.”

The sound of a muffled cry draws his attention towards a shoddy house towards the exit. He opens the door (resentful energy rips it off its hinges) and walks in to find an old lady holding a toddler in her arms, eyes wide and tearful as she attempts to shield him.

SIzhui crouches down over them, and pats the boy’s head with a smile, warm and friendly. “What’s your name?”

“A-A-Yuan...”

“What a coincidence, that’s my name too. You’re hiding here with your granny?”

The boy nods, burrowing further in the old woman’s chest as he does.

“I hid with my granny like this too. Back then, they took us all to a terrible place, a working camp. They made granny do such hard work... she almost died. But she always held me and loved me and cared for me regardless of that. And every time I went to bed, she would tell me a story.”

Sizhui looks over at the granny, the same easy demeanor about him. “it’s late, the little one should be sleeping. Go put him to bed and tell him a story.”

The woman stares, incredulous, but does not question him. She has seen what he has done to their home and knows her turn is next, as is her grandson's.

She picks the boy up and walks into an adjacent room, Sizhui in tow. The place is modest, but clean. There are some toys, one of them a doll the boy holds tightly as granny tucks him into bed.

She sighs, and then, as she caresses his face, begins telling him a story about a brave prince who fought a great monster, saving the frightened kingdom...

There are two droplets falling down Sizhui’s face. He does not notice them, not until they blur his vision and fall hot over his cheeks.

The resentment inside him swirls in distress.

He stands up, and waves a hand so the candle light goes out.

The old woman joins her little boy’s side into bed and closes her eyes. She knows she will be dying now, and she wants it to be next to her little one.

Nothing ever comes.

Sizhui storms out of the little house, of the estate, of the village, careless of being seen, of what he's leaving behind.

He returns to the place where his parents died and he died with them.

For the first time in over twenty years, there is a song.

And a question

Who am I?

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lsz #writing attempts

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Neverafter Episode 17 - The Last Wish thoughts & musings

A lot of significant narrative happenings in this one, folks. While we did hit on a few really important conversations between the party and various NPCs, I think this was really Brennan’s way of connecting the dots between many of the separate revelations that have happened throughout the course of the campaign so far.

Knowing that Henry became an adventurer after both Tim and Jack were gone really speaks to the theme of choosing destiny and striving to seek out what you want from your life. While I think it’s sad that the entire family has just been subjected to death and horror at the hands of greater forces, I’m glad that Tim has at least one thing that he isn’t mourning. Also, deeply sad that both Tim’s and Gerard’s spouses found their mutilated dead bodies.

The conversations between the Goose, Rosamund & Ylfa were so good. I admire Siobhan & Emily’s commitment to making sure they examine their pasts and their existing stories as they consider the future. Definitely some personal growth in those conversations.

Pib and Pinocchio’s conversations with Tomas and the Cricket respectively were more aimed towards understanding how to grow from and find out about their stories on a smaller scale. While Pib was figuring out the dimension travel, it still felt more like it was him and the brothers figuring out what happened between their Marienne and this Marienne. In terms of the dimension travel, I think we’re going to maybe get a trickster confrontation, and maybe a confirmation of them as another faction that can be brought to bear against the Stepmother.

Gerard’s convo with Tom Thumb was purely Murph causing chaos, by showing that Gerard has a lot of work to do on himself beyond his relationship with Elody. He’s made progress with the party, but outside of it, hasn’t changed all that much.

I deeply hope that Timothy gets something like a Wish spell from putting the Goose into the book after the final wish was made. The Gander killing the Goose aside, it feels like a similar situation to Ylfa’s relationship with the Big Bad Wolf. The Goose made a sacrifice for Tim to live, just like the Wolf did for Ylfa. Something to contemplate. And Tim has gone ahead with that blessing and tried to protect the party NPCs by booknapping them. I have a feeling that in the end, it’s going to come down to putting the Stepmother into the book and taking everyone else out before they can be devoured.

Since they had mentioned that Elody had had contacted Scheherazade, I really hope that it’s her that had Scheherazade’s book, or maybe Mira. Brennan mentioned rolling high--my guess is that that would determine who they were speaking to. Since they hit a 16, it probably couldn’t be Scheherazade, but could be someone who is more likely to be their ally at the eleventh hour.

The fact that Lou has rolled two incredibly important Nat 20s in the last 2 episodes is so crazy. The Alphonse one was crazy enough; with everything they did to get the Baba Yaga roll to go well, I still can’t believe it. The start of the next episode, at the very least, is going to be insane. Really leaning into the Boy of Destiny thing.

It does feel like we have a much clearer picture than before. We know the Gander was lured intentionally by the placement of the Goose, likely by the Stepmother’s bidding. The Princesses did not stop moving and have found their way to the Lines Between at the very least. It seems that the Stepmother may be targeting both the Auroratory and the Canonade rather than just the Canonade, as the Princesses were wont to do. We still aren’t totally clear on the fairies’ current position, but I think they’re likely to make an appearance in the next episode, as Destiny’s Children parlay with the Baba Yaga, and also maybe confront some fears and the inherent horror of being written as a variation on a multitude of stories. Not to mention the mancala beads. The worst is yet to come indeed.

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tourturedfolkloredepartment · 24 days

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Hey guys! So I wanted to take a quick break from my Hannibal posting to tell you some more history on the Von Erich family specially the dad. I’m writing an essay on this (just for fun cause why not) and thought I would share some history About the main man behind this. Fritz(jack) von Erich.

*Fritz’s Von erich father and mentor*

Fritzs(real name jack) was born in jewett Texas in 1929 his sir name was Adkisson. He met his wife Doris( who’s Maiden name was Smith) while in high school, they got married in 1950 when he was 20

And she was 17.

He attended southern methodist university where he threw discus and played football. He was reported to have played for the now defunct Dallas Texans,but that wasn’t true he was signed as a guard but was eventually Cut, he then tried playing for the Canadian football league.

In 1952 is when they’re first son jack Jr (named after Fritz’s ) was born.

Fritzs was trained and booked by Stu Hart. While wrestling he was paired with Waldo Von Erich, and they were known as a pair of evil German brothers.

Several years later in 1959 Fritzs son Jack Died of a electrocution and drowning which caused Fritzs to stop traveling the east coast and allowing his former wrestling partner to continue using the name Von Erich.

The 1960’s was a big time for Fritzs despite jack’s death he continued wrestling and in 1963 he won both versions of the AWA world title. His major circuit was when he was playing in St, Louis Missouri at Sam Muchnick’s NWA territorial stronghold,

He wrestles there until 1967.

After he voluntarily left the territory after losing the match for the NWA world heavyweight champion against then champion Gene Kinisk.

Fritz soon became a promoter after that for most of the Dallas territory and overseeing the Huston and San Antonio territories as well.

(This next part is me giving credit to wiki links for what I’m about to write/ copy paste)

Adkisson was a part of rebuilding Japanese wrestling after the stabbing death of Rikidōzan. He became a star due to his feuds with Antonio Inoki and Giant Baba, and his "Iron Claw" hold, which became one of the most popular wrestling moves in Japan.

In 1982 shortly after retiring he held his first retirement match against king Kong bundy in the newly renamed world class champion wrestling based in Dallas. The promotion was known for its high production value and use of entrance music along with the use of television syndication. The promotion was one the most successful territories in the United States, due to having major draws like wrestling such as his own sons, the fabulous free birds ,bruiser broody and other big names at the time.

His last match was in 1986 against Abdullah the Butcher only by disqualification in Dallas. At the end of the 1980’s the promotion pool was thin it would eventually be merged with Jerry jarrett’s continental wrestling association to create the USWA( United States wrestling association) in 1989.

#the iron claw #frizt Von Erich #honestly I’m having alor of fun writing this #Von Erich

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