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fvrxdrm · 3 years

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City of the Living Dead

Chapter 6

"September 28, 2:30 am... It's down to just me and 3 others. No weapons...no ammo...and too many skirmishes have drained us mentally and physically. We're not gonna make it... Officer Phillips once suggested we escape through the sewers. Apparently, there's a secret tunnel under this place left over from its museum days. I brushed her idea off before, but now, it's not sounding all that bad. Yeah, there's no proof there's even a tunnel or that the sewers aren't infested with zombies, but I don't wanna sit here and wait to die, either. It's a long shot, but I'm gonna try to find out what I can about that tunnel... Elliot Edward," you read, "Shit. Rest in peace, buddy." You placed the transcript back to where you found it and proceeded in scanning the room you and Leon were in.

It was an office of some sort with mahogany desks occupying the center, swivel chairs pointing towards every direction, some paperworks piled in a stack and some (or rather most) cluttered all over the tables and floor. It looked like a hurricane together with an earthquake and a tsunami clashed and crashed in the area.

"Leon, w-" your head twisted and turned as you looked for best friend and even called out to him when you found him just staring at something on the ceiling, his trembling lips pinned in between pearly-white teeth, eyebrows furrowed upwards, and eyes looking like a dam was about to breakdown because of too much pressure. You went towards where he was standing and followed his gaze. You gasped. He was looking at stringed triangle banners with letters printed out on each of them

WEL COME LEON

Your face began to mirror Leon's but a pained smile differentiated yours from his as a sudden rush of memory enlightened your brain. "Hey, look, the design's the same as the banner I surprised you with when we were 15," you said, raising an arm to point at the triangular flags.

Leon chuckled softly at what you said and nodded while a sneaky tear flowed down his cheek in a tiny stream. "Yeah."

"Come on, Leon! I worked hard for this." You hauled on your friend's wrist and led him towards his room with a strain as Leon's languor held him back.

"This better be good, Y/N. You fucking woke me up and I'm really close to fucking strangling you." His voice was a little hoarse from having just woken up right before you pulled him off of the couch and he was still lowkey tired because of the three-hour rest he had last night, but as much as he wanted to throw you out of his house and fall into a well-deserved slumber again, he was into surprises and was curious as to what you had in store. So, he went along with it even though he was pretty much a sloth still.

"I promise you'll love it." You chortled.

Leon sighed in defeat before loosening up and letting you pull him towards where you wanted to take him for this so-called surprise with a rub of his crusty eyes.

When a familiar door came into view in front of you, you covered Leon's eyes with one of your hands and twisted the door knob, revealing a bedroom with a banner hovering over Leon's messy bed, before lightly pushing him inside.

"All right, here we are," you spoke as you removed your hand from your face, moving right beside him to watch Leon's face as it shifted from being enraptured to crestfallen real quick. You guffawed in a boisterous way at his reaction and plummeted down to the ground whilst clutching your stomach in a joyful pain.

YOU SUCK LEON

"Really, Y/N? This-this is what you wanted to show me?"

"It's true though, you actually suck!"

"Come on, you know you only won in Street Fighter because I let you," he whined. You stood up from being laid on the floor before clutching onto Leon's shoulder for dear life.

"For 20 times? Really?" You laughed again, "nah, you just suck, bro."

Leon narrowed his eyes at you with lips pressing tightly in a thin line and turned towards you, his feet moving slowly in tandem as he approach you with a spurious anger, his hands closing into fists.

"What?" You asked with a nervous chuckle and feet backing up in rhythm with his laggard advances.

"You think I suck?" His voice imitated a dark tone. Had you not been slightly scared - which you hated to admit - you would've busted a gut at how ridiculous it sounded.

"I mean, yeah, it's already said in the banner, dimwitt."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Well, let's see who sucks now!"

Welp, that's my cue!

You dodged Leon's attack by the skin of your teeth, stumbling on a stupid pencil for a bit, before proceeding to run around the house to avoid Leon's "spider fingers" as you call it and making a tiny bit of a mess. However, your luck has gone away and he eventually caught you when you accidentally tripped over the leg of a chair, throwing you into his bed and tickling each spot that would make you squirm and and laugh.

"I still suck, huh?"

"N-no, fine...y-you don't...s-suck," you cried in between heavy breaths and hysterics. Satisfied with your remark, Leon stopped his fingers from moving and plopped down beside you, taking a moment to catch his breath before he pulled you closer to his body and spooned you. "You still couldn't win yesterday though."

"Yeah, well, I know a million ways to win your heart though."

"Fuck off, Le-le." Leon tsked at the nickname.

"Y/N, that sounds awful as fuck."

"Whatever." You felt his lashes kiss the nape of your neck as he closed his eyes to give them another four hours of rest, your own following afterwards when you heard Leon's muffled voice vibrate against your shirt.

"Hey, you wanna be my date for homecoming?"

"I thought you already asked Lexee to be your date."

"Dante already asked her out, so..."

"Okay, fine, I'll be your date." You squeezed his hand before intertwining your fingers with his and smiling when you felt him kiss your hair.

"Thanks, Y/N. Good night."

"It's 10 in the morning, dumba-"

"Shh... Rock-a-bye baby..."

"You do suck though." You light-heartedly nudged Leon's side and wrinkled your eyes in a grin, chuckling when he returned the gesture with a titter.

"I really don't," he retorted back.

"Sure." You took his hand in yours and gently squeezed it in a comforting way to ease the two of you before placing a feather's kiss on the back of it. "Come on, we still have a job to do."

*****

Leon S. Kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment. Your mission is...to unlock your desk! The key to your success is in the initials of our first names. Input the letters in order of our desks. There are 2 locks- 1 on each side of your desk. Make sure you get them both. Basically, your first task is to remember your fellow officers' names, but you figured that much out, right? Good luck, Leon. By the way, it might take a little work to get Scott to give you a straight answer.

Lieutenant Branagh

Scrawled in a corner between drops of blood on the paper was an additional note the lieutenant had written while he and his fellow officers were isolated and trapped, and it read:

Be glad you're not here, rookie.

"Remember your fellow officers' names..."

"I think that means the initials of my supposedly co-workers' names should be the password to open these locks on my desk." Leon stood up from where he was knelt down on the floor and casted around from desk to desk, unlocking the padlocks on his table and claiming the prize after accomplishing his "first assignment" - a magazine for his beloved Matilda.

You smiled when Leon pulled out the gun he's had since the beginning of his adult years, another retention reminding you of the peaceful days you once had before you started walking right into confusion.

Matilda was a gift Leon's father had given him on his 18th birthday, a few months before he died of cancer. He was happy about it, and knowing how his family had supported his decision on him becoming a cop, his heart fluttered inside and he couldn't be more grateful about it. Leon held onto it everyday, even becoming a bit hesitant about leaving it behind whenever he went to school. And when his father passed away because of said illness, he grasped onto the weapon the same way he did when his dad was still alive, if not more.

"Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, happy birthday... Happy birthday, Leon... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEON!"

Leon's cheeks stretched in an almost painful way as everyone erupted into cheers and confetti fell from the ceiling. Each person was wearing cone-shaped hats and the living room was decorated with different ornaments colored in his favorite hues. His family was there and so were his friends, and oh, how could he almost forget...

It was his 18th birthday!

"So, what do you think?" You spoke from behind him. He turned around to see you smiling like an idiot and tugging on the string of a party you picked up from the floor.

"This," he began. "This is amazing! Wh-"

"Well, son, the candle's almost melting. Wanna make a wish?" Leon's dad emerged from behind the small crowd with a three-layered cake balanced on top of his palms. The icing of the pastry was blue, edible police-related finishing touches garnished it with such perfection he almost didn't want to eat it for the sake of admiring and staring at the cake, and a single candle formed into the number 18 as an emphasis to his recent age was placed on top with a tiny flame dancing around in the air. Leon closed his eyes and wished for the best before blowing the candle, watching as the fire disappeared into a swirling smoke. Everyone rejoiced once again.

When voices had began dying down one by one, Leon's father called his name and picked up a box from underneath the table after placing the cake down where it wouldn't fall down.

"Leon, you're going to be attending the police academy soon and in the next few years you'll be the cop you always wanted. So, as a gift, I give you this gun." He opened the rectangular cardboard box where a gun laid and presented it to his child, Leon's eyes sparkling in delight at his very own weapon. "I know you'll be taking good care of Matilda."

"Matilda?" Leon asked in confusion.

"You know, like, Mathilda from Leon: The Professional," his dad replied. Leon chuckled in response before he carefully took the gun out of its container, still a bit iffy about touching it.

"I'll be taking good care of this, dad."

"I know you will."

"You still have that gun?" You spoke as you gestured towards his firearm.

"Yep, she still looks good as new. I didn't want to break my promise," Leon responded. He turned his gun around to show you just how much he kept it safe like a mother would to a child. Your E/C orbs twinkled in admiration, a feeling in your heart you had kept for a very long time flittering in a joyous manner for the first time since you last saw him.

"Nothing's really changed, huh?"

"I don't want to change anything for now...especially now that you're back here with me."

*****

So, I found this image on google and an idea suddenly popped into my head lmao.

Anyway, WE'RE BACK! I was busy in school blah blah blah. I think yall know that already.

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zenithlux · 4 years

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Tendrils of Regret - Part 3

Read on AO3 Here!

You found out very quickly that it was easy for you to annoy Vergil. In fact, it seemed that your entire existence was enough to do it. But you quite enjoyed pushing more of his buttons. Music in the shower? Check. Typing as loudly as possible while working on the paperwork? Check. Silent treatment? Check. (He did tell you to be quiet, after all). Conveniently forget to wash his clothes despite helping Dante with the laundry? Check. Anything you could do to make his day a little more annoying was free game.

But you also realized very quickly that Vergil was doing the exact same thing. Buy pizza for dinner but forget that you couldn’t eat it? Check. Read in your desk chair and ignore your (silent) demands to leave? Check (Though he’d quickly given that up when you’d almost sat in his lap just to prove a point). Bring home the stinkiest demons he could find to help with your “condition”? Check. (You wish Trish hadn’t recommended he or Dante do such a thing). And your little game, or whatever it was, went on and on and on. A never-ending dance of increasingly annoying things back and forth, as if one was waiting for the other to crack.

And Dante was absolutely loving it.

“It doesn't bother me one bit,” he said one day while looking through one of his more scandalous magazines. “It’s lively around here now, thanks to you.”

You stared at him. “Lively!?”

Dante laughed as he tossed his magazine toward the trash bin. He missed, of course, and just put his hands on the back of his head. “It’s been a long time since my brother and I shared the same space, but things would have been boring between us. You’re like… chaos incarnate.” You scowled at him, but he just kept going. “Verge can’t predict you, and I think that’s good for him.”

“Good for him?” You said.

“And it’s entertaining,” Dante said as he grabbed another magazine from his desk.

“How many of those do you have?”

“Just about enough,” He said with a grin. “Now go pester my brother some more.”

“He’s not even home.”

“But he will be-”

Then the phone rang.

Both of you stared at it for a moment. The phone hadn’t rung once since Dante and Vergil had come back from the Underworld almost a month ago. It was Morrison who had taken all of the calls, sending requests their way in a well-coordinated manner. The only reason the phone was even on the desk was because Dante claimed he was “fond of it”. In fact, you hadn’t even realized it was plugged in, as you all had cell phones now.

“Should you get that?” You said.

Dante glanced at you, then back to the phone. Finally, he lifted it off of the receiver. “Devil May-”

“Demons!” A male voice yelled. “There’s a swarm of them outside my house!”

Dante frowned, glancing at you. You nodded, more than ready to get out of the store for a little while. “Where are you?” Dante said. The voice was quieter this time, but Dante just nodded. “We’ll be there shortly.” He tossed the phone back on the receiver and grinned at you. “Sure you wanna come, sunshine?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Only one way we’re going to get there.”

You blinked. “But you don’t have a car.”

“Nope,” He said as he grabbed his sword off the wall.

“What then?” You said. “Am I piggy-backing?”

He laughed. “Something like that.”

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You don’t know what compelled you to get on that infernal bike. As much as you’d come to trust Dante, riding a demon motorcycle without a helmet and an arguably crazy driver was the last thing you should have done. And he made you pay for it, going far faster than the speed limit, turning corners as sharp as possible, and even jumping a bridge with little care in the world. At some point, you’d been forced to wrap your arms around his stomach to keep from falling right off. And once he’d skidded to a stop in front of an old country home outside of Redgrave, you’d jumped off the bike so fast you almost hit the dirt stumbling away. “Are you crazy?” You said, breathing heavily.

“But it was fun.” He said as he sent the bike away.

“Fun!?”

“You were perfectly safe, Sunshine.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“And if I don’t?”

You scowled and stormed toward the building. Except a demonic screech from nearby stopped you in your tracks. You wandered to the side of the building, peering around the back. As the man had said, there were numerous demons. They were ones you’d seen before; fat bodies, flowers for heads with nothing but mouths filled with shark teeth. However, most of them were already dead, and a certain blue-coated man was standing in the middle of the carnage.

“Hey, Verge!” Dante yelled with a dramatic wave. “Surprised you got here first.”

The elder brother swiped his hand through his hair. “Of course I did,” He said. “You should have sensed them yourself.”

Dante snorted. “From Devil May Cry? You give Sunshine too much credit.”

“Me?” You said. “I can’t sense demons.”

A rumble beneath your feet stopped you in your tracks. Dante moved first, picking you up before you had a chance to react and leaping an impossible distance away. The ground split open, throwing chunks of earth in all directions. Dante slashed a few that came towards you. The others suddenly turned to dust as Vergil clicked his sword back in its sheath. “Show off,” Dante said. Vergil said nothing.

Your heart pulsed with sudden energy as vines shot out of the ground. In the next second, a blur of purple emerged, slamming down in front of you. Petals unfurled on top of a bulbous stomach, revealing a humanoid figure from the waist up. Her beady red eyes fell on you as a crown of black rose petals formed on her head. “I knew I sensed you.”

Your heart pulsed again. You flinched, grabbing at it. The demon laughed. “How far you’ve fallen, sister.” Vines snaked out toward you, but they too disintegrated. The creature wasn’t even phased as more vines emerged to take their place. “Take a host, she said. I’ll be stronger than even you.” The demon cackled in pure delight. “Look at you now, sister. Nothing more than a useless vine in a useless body.”

Your eyes narrowed, but it was Dante who stepped forward. “You picked the wrong place to sprout.”

Her eyes flickered between the brothers. “Sons of Sparda,” She said with a dramatic sigh. “How unfortunate. No matter,” The creature said. “You can’t really blame me. My sister and her master in the same place?” Her eyes came back to you. “Both shadows of their former selves.”

Master…

“This is a waste of time,” Vergil said. “Just kill her and be done with it.”

“Tired of the interesting stories already, Verge?!” Dante said.

Vergil reached for his sword. “If you won’t do it then I’ll-”

“Who are you?” You said, taking a step forward. You could feel the weight of Vergil’s glare on the back of your head but ignored him. “I remember her thoughts, and she never spoke of you.”

“Of course not, worm,” The demon said. “I was the better of the two and she just couldn’t accept it.”

Dante snorted. “Now that sounds familiar.”

“You’re lucky she’s here,” Vergil said through gritted teeth.

“What? Afraid of what she’ll think?” Dante said. “That’s funny coming from you.”

“I suggest you…”

“Shut up,” You snapped as you took another step forward. The vines didn’t move, and the demon was giving you a curious look. “You want your sister back, don’t you?”

“What would make you think that?”

“You came to see her,” you said. “And you couldn’t have known she was in my body.”

“What are you getting at?”

“You know how to remove the piece she left behind.”

After a moment of silence, the demon burst into laughter. “Even if I did, I wouldn’t bother now. She got what she deserved, and I do enjoy the suffering of humans.” Vines crawled up around you but you merely flicked your hand and they slammed back into the ground. The demon’s laughter stopped, her eyes wide. “You retained her powers?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out.” You said as you raised your hand, calling to your own plants. But a sharp pain pierced your chest. You cried out, barely able to remain standing as your vision blurred.

“Poor little girl,” The demon said. “Can’t even fight without your Master’s permission.”

“What?”

“You probably thought you were free while he was gone from this world,” The demon said. “But you’re not. Not anymore. That pathetic vine in your heart pledged her allegiance to the Demon King. You’re lucky you can even breathe without his permission.”

Furious, you whirled on Vergil. “Stop… whatever this is.”

“I’m not doing anything,” He said.

A vine crashed beside you. You pushed it back, but your head felt like it was splitting open. “I was right then,” You said. “You… You can…” You couldn’t finish that sentence as the realization struck you. He can control me.

You’d never hated the vine in your chest more in your life.

“I’m done with you,” The demon said as vines wrapped at your feet. “You’ll die here, sister. And I’ll be free.”

“What are you waiting for?” Vergil said.

“What?”

“You want to fight?” He crossed his arms. “Then do it.”

Your senses snapped into focus. The fog cleared. The pain ceased. And as the vines tightened, you pulled your hands back as fast as you could. The vines split from her body, falling limp around you. The demon shrieked, swinging her arms out. A new pair of vines stretched off her body. You jumped back and touched the ground. You felt your power seep into the soil and you yanked your hand up. Your own plants emerged, their roots growing large enough to block the strike. “How?” The demon yelled, slamming her vines into your barricade again and again. “My sister trained for years. How can you…?”

“I had a good teacher,” You said. Then, you took off into a sprint. Each time a vine swung toward you, you dodged to the side, pulling up more plants to block her path. Her attacks were more frantic, some swinging right over your head. Others missed you entirely. More plants grew; flowers from deep in the soil. Grass that grew and twisted until it was as thick as the vines themselves. As you reached the demon, you slid under her belly, pulling your hands down to your sides. All of your plants surged forward, piercing through the demon’s body. She shrieked, unable to move as more grew, wrapping up around her. You pulled down, straining as you felt her try and fight back. But it was no use. Her own vines wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

The vine in your chest stirred. It was hungry.

You felt a tinge of excitement, and you didn’t think it was your own.

You walked slowly as the demon struggled, mentally preparing for what the vine expected of you. You had done this numerous times before, but never on a demon of this size. You remembered the words V had given you when he first taught you what to do. It’s a transference of energy, he’d said as he jabbed his cane into the head of a demon. You’re taking what is rightfully yours.

How is it rightfully mine?

Strength rules all in the Underworld, my vine. If you defeat a creature like this, its power is yours to take. And if you want to live, you’ll remember that.

You did remember. You’d hesitated once after he’d left and it had nearly killed you. Now, you promised yourself that would never happen again.

You just wished nobody was here to see it.

As you made your way to the front, you shed your shirt, letting it drop at your feet. You were grateful when neither of the brothers said anything, as you fully expected at least Dante to throw something your way. The demon struggled more, but it was useless. “Strength rules all,” You murmured as you reached your hand out toward her body. She shrieked again, trying to dissuade you. But you barely heard it, wincing as the vine emerged from your chest. It was small at first but grew as it wrapped around your arm, heading for the demon.

“No!” The demon yelled. “You can’t do this.”

“The better sister, huh,” You said. “Not anymore.”

“Human!” She shouted. “Don’t…” But the vine shot upward, piercing her through the heart. Your senses flared to life, even brighter then they had been before. You watched as blue blood slipped through the vine and back into you. You took a deep, slow breath, adjusting to the foreign feeling. You felt lightheaded, but you always did like this. Your body couldn’t handle the blood. It was human. Fragile. But once the vine snapped back, all would return to normal, its magic doing whatever it needed to do to keep you alive. Before you, the demon shrunk, wilting away as her life slipped out of her body.

After another moment, the vine pulled away, drawing back into you. The wound closed, leaving behind the same, star-shaped scar that you’d stared at for months. For a moment, the demon stood there, mouth agape as she stared up at the sky. Then, she tumbled backward, shattering like a brittle leaf crushed under the weight of someone like you. You felt dizzy as your heartbeat quickened. You reached for your shirt, but stumbled and fell to your knees. You’d never defeated such a large demon. Not on your own. It had always been V to take the power from them, and you’d gladly given it. But now…

You shuddered as nausea swept over you. Exhaustion spread to all of your muscles, threatening to drag you into a deep slumber. You managed to get your shirt back on, but it was clumsy. You could barely breathe. Barely think. The world felt so small. So constricting. You’d never felt this bad in your life.

Had you taken too much?

Stay strong, V had said the first time you’d absorbed a demon. Its power is yours to keep.

You felt a hand on your back. Stay strong V whispered again.

Yours to keep.

You passed out, uncertain if you’d ever wake up again.

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memoriesoffear · 4 years

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Dear Memories of Fear staff: What were some of your favorite games to translate?

We have written down our favorite games to translate underneath a cut.

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KulaRose:

Of the games we worked on, I can easily pick out my top three that I adored as a translator:

Toilet in Wonderland: - This one was a challenge due to the memey quality of it, but I loved the utter crack nature of the game, and translating scenes like that of the Soccer Kid and his Doctor Dad was a load of fun. Even the non-translation aspects, like Mira herself and the overall world made it a treat to work on and made me excited to translate it.

Peret em Heru: For the Prisoners: - Honestly, this was very likely my favorite title to work on, both for its setting and because I had way too much fun translating Tsuchida and Kuroe's interactions. I can’t think of any other duo where the dialog just came to life right in front of my eyes as much as those two’s speech that was just dripping with underlying aggression. The rest of the cast’s little quirks were a lot of fun to translate as well and it just left me wanting more Peret em Heru. It’s a game that I was really sad to see come to an end, both as a game and as a translation project.

The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba No. 2: - Characters, characters, characters. That’s the name of the game here. Just like with Peret em Heru, I loved translating the characters and, again, just like Peret em Heru, I LOVED translating the aggression between Tsubaki and Natsume. I think I just have a thing for barely contained rivalries/rage. But yes, once again, I love translating characterizations and this game had it completely in spades. So much is going on beneath the surface of this case which gave many chances for the characters to shine. Naturally, Inaba and Arimura’s natural ability to play off of each other was amazing in this game and highly enjoyable. You should notice a trend at this point that I really enjoy translating a ragtag group of misfits a lot.

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enigmaopoeia:

Here are the games I have personally loved working on: Ghost School: - This game stood out to me because of the graphic work I had to put into it. There were a couple of disembodied voiced lines in this game which had no subtitles provided because it was meant for an audience who would understand the language. Thinking on how to handle this, I was inspired by XSEED Games’ work on Corpse Party (PSP) where they provided subtitles on the upper corner of the screen whenever this happens. So taking that inspiration, I was able to insert subtitles into the game to help the many players who do not understand spoken Japanese, that way they can obtain the same full experience as those who do understand the language. Because I feel it is important to make sure all dialogue is understandable, any time I am faced with a game with spoken dialogue and no subtitles, I will do my best to provide them every time.

Peret em Heru: For the Prisoners: - It was my first time working with the RPG Tkool Dante 98 II engine and I really enjoyed learning it, especially when there were no English written tutorials out for it. There is still a lot I would like to learn about the engine, but I am happy with what I have accomplished thus far. While it's probably not possible, it makes me wish that I could port CORPSE-PARTY (PC-98) to that same engine, since it's a much easier engine to work with.

The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba series: - I am a big fan of murder mystery stories, so it was a lot of fun for me to work on these games. So much so that I even wrote out timelines for No. 2 and No. 3 that way when I worked on it, I could make sure there are as few plotholes as possible. I also loved helping out with the bug fixes and I would send my reports back to Inui, the game developer, of Suika Bar. If I had to choose one game that in the series I loved working on most, it would be The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba No. 2 due to the amount of characters and interactions.

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Ajogamer:

CORPSE-PARTY ZERO: - This one was my second playtesting project ever, so because of that, it made it enjoyable simply due to my mindset, where playtesting still felt fresh and new me, but I was also a bit more confident due to having a prior project under my belt. In addition, CORPSE-PARTY ZERO was a project where I wound up finding a lot of issues to report, but they were usually simple enough that re-testing them and making sure they were fixed didn't wind up becoming frustrating. As a result, the project was one that felt fairly satisfying to work on. I also liked that the game had a lot of variations with its events, which made it feel like there was a good amount to explore and consider while testing.

Toilet in Wonderland: - This one was rather enjoyable for a couple reasons. For one, I was rather happy to simply have the chance to work on it at all, since it was a game that seemed relatively obscure and with little info on it even among the Japanese RPG Maker fandom, so when I first discovered it and played it for the first time, it almost felt like I was uncovering something lost. As a result, helping Toilet in Wonderland get localized in English was exciting, since it was an opportunity to give this little-known game another chance at some exposure. The game itself was also fairly fun to work on, since with how odd and surreal it was, its plot and dialogue were more of an unknown than usual, going into it. As a result, I was initially a bit unsure how much the dialogue would add, but I wound up being really pleased by its dialogue, since it was just as goofy and humorous as the game's its surrealistic visuals and events, and it felt like it made me appreciate Toilet in Wonderland anew. Between its surreal areas and that consistently silly dialogue, it was also fun to work on. It made polishing up its dialogue feel a bit different than with our previous, projects (which were generally a bit more serious in tone), and I even found replaying the game (as is always necessary as a part of the QA Process) a lot of fun, since its silliness never failed to make me smile.

The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba No. 2: - While The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba series was fairly enjoyable to work on in general, The Mystery Files of Detective Inaba No. 2 was my favorite to work on of the bunch, since it was a game that really emphasized its writing, along with having a large cast of characters, most of which had plenty of dialogue. As a result, I felt like there was more of a need than usual to consider each character's unique way of speaking, and there was a bit more time spent tweaking dialogue to make sure that was consistent all throughout. In addition, it was interesting making sure all the story details and character accounts were properly conveyed and matched up in our translation. The game also had some nice jazz music, which was pretty catchy and pleasant to listen to even on my 2nd and 3rd times running through the game to playtest it. Peret em Heru: For the Prisoners: - This one was exciting to me for a few reasons. For one, Peret em Heru was another where the character voices were a bit more of a consideration, since its characters are pretty distinct and with some stronger personalities in the mix, so it was fun seeing their unique voices shape up in English, and then helping tweak and polish up their dialogue (especially so for the characters that were a bit more cheeky or blunt, which is quite a bit of the cast, heh). In addition, Peret em Heru was a game with a good deal to see and test, between the different characters to make use of in combat, their variable fates, and the entire command-based system for dealing with obstacles and solving puzzles, all of which made the playtesting process interesting and fun. Being a PC-98 game, it also felt like a more unique project to work on, since it makes it feels a bit different than your usual RPG Maker game, and well... I also just really love the PC-98 aesthetic. Speaking of, I really loved this game's aesthetics and atmosphere in general, and they never failed to suck me in each time I replayed the game to playtest. Lastly, Peret em Heru is also a game that especially impressed me, so I was also just excited to get a chance to work on it and bring it to an English audience!

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janetbrown711 · 4 years

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4) “I’m too sober for this.” Dewey (I’m interested where you’d take this lmao)

Webby walked into the room of the poker game and saw what could only be described as the most intense game of poker she had ever seen in her life. a little bit of a crowd had gathered to watch Dewey, Dante, Donald, and a lil bulb were all sharing untrusting glances to one another. On top of that, they were all wearing green visors and some even wore shades. In the middle of the table was a pile of chips, a shirt, another visor, a coupon for free frozen yogurt, and a bag of beef jerky. It seemed like everyone really wanted that stuff though, as everyone keeping their cards very close. They didn’t even bother to break their glances when Webby entered the room.

“Soo... who’s winning?” Webby asked as she pulled up a chair to observe.

“We’re trying to break a four-way tie,” Dewey explained briefly.

“Donald’s one?” She asked. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in him, but it’s a game of lying and luck and Donald wasn’t exactly an expert on either of those activities.

“He won by default. We all had to go to the rehearsal for the rehearsal dinner, which you somehow didn’t show up to, and he claimed victory. We kinda just let it slide,” Dewey said. That made sense.

“I fold,” Donald sighed at that comment and set his cards face down on the table. The lil’ bulb did the same, but Dante and Dewey kept glances of distrust, both trying to read the other's mind.

“All in,” Dewey said, pushing all his chips in and causing the others to gasp at his bravery.

“Fine, all in as well,” Dante smirked back. Webby had no idea what was going on since she had only ever pretended to know how to play poker. She figured his confidence was a bad thing though if she was routing for Dewey.

Slowly, Dewey revealed in his hand a pair of queens. Everyone in the room gasped and looked to

Dante who, stone-cold, turned over his hand to reveal...

A pair of aces.

The crowd went wild and started shouting and celebrating as Dante collected his prize.

“Sorry for this, you all have been nothing if not kind, but rules are rules,” He smirked. Donald muttered under his breath and walked out to get some air. The lil’ bulb shook his fist and probably said something devastating if anyone knew their language.

“You suck,” Dewey said.

“That’s just how I work Amigo,” Dante put his prize money and other possessions into his bag that

Webby recognized from their adventures where they would run into the parrot.

“So... Dante... What’re you doing here?” Webby asked, forcing a smile but gave an annoyed look to Dewey

“Oh, did Dewey not tell you ahead of time?” Dante asked, before shaking his head and chuckling,

“Of course he didn’t. I’m his plus one, and his boyfriend.”

“Hm, a plus one he didn’t rsvp for. Where have I heard this before?” Webby asked rhetorically.

“A sweet sixteen does not need an rsvp for me to bring a couple of friends. It wasn’t even that big of a deal,” Dewey rolled his eyes and took a sip of the gin and tonic that sat next to his cards. “I’m too sober for this,” he muttered under his breath.

“That I can tell,” Dante teased. “Forgive me Webbigail, for my unexpected arrival. I did not know he didn’t tell you.”

Webby sighed, “It’s alright. We made sure we had extra food ordered if such an occasion occurred. The more the merrier, am I right?” Webby and Dante laughed.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Dante said. Dewey muttered something under his breath, but Webby didn’t take it for much since he was being a sore loser.

“So, what’re you guys going to do next?” Webby asked.

“Probably get stupid drunk before the rehearsal dinner and cause a huge scene,” Dewey chuckled.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Webby pointed at him.

“Okay, okay, geez, I get it,” Dewey raised his hands in defense. “Perfect wedding, don’t be drunk, blah blah blah.”

“Forgive him, he’s drunk but not drunk enough to be likable yet,” Dante stated, which made Webby do the same.

“We still love you Dewey, even if you’re a sore loser,” she patted Dewey’s head.

“I am the most handsome duck brother,” Dewey regained his cockiness.

“Whatever you say, bud. I’m gonna head out to the bar. See you too tonight, and I swear to god if you all cause a scene at tonight's dinner or god forbid the wedding I will strangle you. And if not I, then my scary college roommate Amber,” Webby threatened the both of them.

“Who’s Amber?” Dante asked.

“That’s classified. All you need to know is that she’s a bridesmaid and can and will kill you if I say so. I’m watching you two,” Webby eyed both of them before leaving the room and to the bar, where Lena, Huey and Violet waved her over from their table.

“So how’d the game end? Who won?” Lena asked.

“Dante, though I think it was a close call,” Webby recalled.

“Alright losers pay up,” Lena smirked as Violet and Huey both paid her ten bucks each.

“You guys running bets over here?” Webby raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yes. It’s a very fun way to keep things exciting and engaging,” Violet said.

“How many bets do you guys have going on?” Webby asked with curiosity.

“Mm.. I’d say twelve,” Huey had to think about it.

“Twelve? What’re they on?” Webby was now extremely curious.

“Whether or not Dante is gonna cause Dewey to do something stupid before or after the wedding ceremony, if you were going to show up today, how many 20 dollar bills Gladstone’ll find, how many times Donald will trip today, if Della will “della” Dante in the face when she finds out he’s dating Dewey and he didn’t tell her, whether Dante is secretly evil because to quote Violet, ‘no one is that muscular without a reason-unless you’re LP-,’ if scrooge’ll cry, if someone will crash the wedding, if anyone will object, if the shrimp sucks, if Boyd is gonna crash, and if you and Louie forget to bring forks when you slice the cake so you two will just end up smashing and smearing it all over each other’s faces,” Huey read off a list on his phone.

“Wow, you really weren’t kidding when you said this was the gossip corner Lena,” Webby had to laugh.

“We like to think we’re having fun,” Violet smirked.

“Okay, but seriously, who is Dante? I’ve never seen or heard of him before ever,” Huey looked to Webby.

“He’s just some guy we take on adventures for help every once in a while when we’re in South America. I don’t know how he and Dewey got so close, I guess they just did. He’s really helpful though,” Webby shrugged.

“I think that’s suspicious,” Huey squinted.

“I think you’re a paranoid older brother,” Webby pointed out.

“Maybe, but I got a hunch,” Huey drank his scotch.

“You do you,” Lena sided with Webby.

“Well either way, I’m excited to see how this all turns out. A lot could happen in the space of two days. For all we know, all of that and more could happen,” Webby pointed out.

“True. You never can tell what the Duck family will do next,” Violet agreed. “At most weddings, you never know who the wild card will be, but the Duck family is just a whole deck of wild cards. Needless to say, I’m curious to see how this’ll turn out too.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

#my fics #dewey duck #webby vanderquack #loubby #ducktales #louie duck #violet saberwing #lena de spell #huey duck #dante canul #donald duck #lil bulb

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sethrine-writes · 4 years

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Devilish Delights, Prompt 3

Pairing: Dante x F!Reader

Words: 1480

Warnings: Blind!Reader, Extreme Fluff, Christmas cuteness, Some smoochin’, Kid Nero and Kid V, AU within an AU

A/N: For my lovely friend, @mysticalkhfan, who deserves all the good things in this world. I did an AU within an AU of mine, a blind!Reader within the babysitter au! Now, let’s not think of the logistics of it, just enjoy the cute fluff of it all!

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A True Family Christmas

Children's laughter was something you had grown used to over the years you had worked at the orphanage. Being one of the main caretakers meant that you had your own designated room on the ground floor, and there were many mornings when giggling little ones would greet you by your bedside.

The quiet giggles coming from your bedside at that moment were a familiar comfort. The counting, however, was different.

"Three...two...one…"

"Now!"

The comforter was pulled taut across your form as a tiny body hoisted itself onto your side of the bed with a bit of effort, eager little hands reaching for your bundled shoulders and giving you a surprisingly gentle shake.

"Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!"

"It's time to get up, c'mon! It's Christmas!"

From beside you, you felt a shift in the bed, followed by a deep, nearly rumbling groan that had you smiling from beneath the blanket.

"Five more minutes, Nero," came Dante's rasping reply as he shifted almost violently, purposefully, bouncing you upon the bed and toppling over the two little ones that had been balancing themselves over the both of you. His arm was around you just as quickly, and you didn't attempt to stop yourself from laughing at Dante's attempt to rile up his son.

"Dad," Nero groaned and huffed, "get up! It's Christmas, remember? Uncle Vergil's already awake."

"Good for him."

"You said you'd get up first thing Santa came!"

"Hm, I don't recall," Dante mused while feigning a yawn, earning a groan from Nero.

"You do this every Christmas," he whined while violently shaking Dante as much as his young self was able to manage. You only knew of his struggle through the hold Dante had on you, shaking you along with him.

V was settled just to the side of you, leaning over your hip and presumably watching Nero's struggles as he giggled. You reached an arm out from beneath the blanket, unsurprised that the gentle boy took to the invitation immediately and was snuggling up to you without hesitation.

"Merry Christmas, V," you greeted sweetly while kissing the top of his head, V reciprocating the greeting and pecking your cheek.

There was a sudden burst of movement, a shuffling of fabric before Dante gave an undignified squawk and pulled away from you. Nero immediately took his place, and you found yourself holding both the boys while Dante gave an indignant, though playful, huff.

"So much for Christmas," the devil Hunter lamented with an exaggerated sigh, "I just get kicked out of bed so the gremlins can steal it and my girlfriend."

"She was our babysitter, first," Nero argued tauntingly, a giggle escaping you as you turned to kiss the top of Nero's head, as well.

"He's got a point," you agreed, earning a groan from Dante.

"That's it, I'm calling Santa. No bike and scooter for the gremlins who steal my things."

"Bike?!"

"A scooter!"

Just as quickly as you had the boys in your arms, they had slipped away from you, sliding their way off the bed and rushing out of the bedroom in a mad dash for the tree downstairs, their little feet smacking against the hardwood as they went.

There was a moment of quiet within the room, a moment of stillness that was calm and comfortable. Shifting bedsheets caught your attention, then the gentle caress of sword-calloused fingers smoothing against your cheek, guiding your face.

"Morning, sunshine," Dante greeted quietly, a grin in his words.

"Good morning," you answered, breath catching as the devil hunter leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss. He pulled away almost reluctantly, giving another smooch to your forehead and pulling away.

"Guess we better get down there before the boys destroy the shop."

"Think your brother would leave us a path through the destruction?" you joked while lifting yourself up, sighing heavily as you stretched.

Dante waited patiently beside you, leaning in to kiss your shoulder a few times and smiling against your skin as you laughed lightly.

"You? Definitely. Me? Not so much."

"Christmas miracles happen all the time," you chimed while standing, reaching out to Dante, who looped your arm through his and passed your cane over to your free hand.

Luckily, the boys had been patient enough to wait for you and Dante to make it downstairs, no doubt due to Vergil's placating them with allowing them to play with their "Santa" gifts. He greeted you as Dante passed you over to his brother, Vergil leading you over to the worn leather couch and ensuring you were settled.

To your right, you could hear the boys excitedly playing with their new outside toys, a bike for Nero and a scooter for V. The wheels gliding along the hardwood was just as pleasant a sound as their laughter.

When it finally came time to open gifts, the sound of paper ripping and crinkling greeted your senses, followed by awed coos and excited shouts with each new item revealed by the boys.

Vergil thanked you kindly for the new set of poetry books as well as a rather hefty recipe book for simple dishes, a good start for cooking more and finding things V would find more palatable. Dante found your gag gift of a battery-powered hair braiding tool to be hilarious, but got all soft the moment he opened up the family picture you'd gotten specially framed for his desk.

V was surprised and delighted with the small beginner's calligraphy set you'd gotten him along with his new raven plushie, and Nero was thrilled with his build-your-own-planet kit.

The gifts were all well received, much to your relief, and the boys seemed to be having a wonderful time.

"Ooh, Dad, can we...you know?" Nero asked suddenly, voice dropping into a loud whisper at the end.

"I think it's about time, yeah," Dante answered nonchalantly, though you were aware that there was a certain tension in the air, a giddy, nervous sort of energy that had you quite curious.

The shuffle of little feet through was of wrapping paper alerted you to Nero's movement. More shuffling, and then you were being bracketed by both Nero and V on either side of you.

"We wanted to get you something really special," V explained as he reached for your hand, of which you gave over without hesitation.

"It's not as cool as your space necklace," Nero lamented, earning a bemoaned call of his name from V for having almost ruined the surprise, "but Dad and uncle Verg said you would like it, anyways!"

"I already do," you assured, earning twin giggles.

"You haven't even opened it yet!"

A long box was delicately placed within your open palm, and the room went strangely quiet as everyone waited for you to open the gift.

The box was slightly textured against your fingertips and nearly a foot in length, a satin ribbon keeping the whole thing together around the middle of it. Carefully, you pulled at the ribbon and removed the top, gentle fingertips exploring the contents within.

Cool metal touched your skin, the sleek chain of a necklace that was meant to be long. You pulled the jewelry out of its box and let it hang from your hand, feeling the weight of it and listening to the multiple pendants at the end clink together with the motion.

You reached out with your other hand, fumbling only slightly as you found the pendants, no more than an inch each in length with tiny little crystals attached to the ends.

A smile graced your lips, eager compliment at the ready for such a lovely gift, when your thumb passed over the length of one of the pendants and stopped you in your tracks. You repeated the motion, turning the pendant sideways while slowly swiping over the familiar pattern of Braille.

Dante

Curiously, eagerly, you checked over the other pendants, heart clenching in your chest as the burning onset of tears pickled at the corners of your eyes.

Nero

Vergil

Vitale

They were all there, names written in Braille for you to swipe over at any moment you wished.

"It's beautiful," you whispered in awe, trying to hide a sniffle behind a short giggle. The boys heard it, anyhow, and they were both instantly trying to climb into your lap to ease your sudden distress.

"Don't cry, Miss, please!"

"We can get you something else!"

Your laughter was much more real at their antics, pulling both boys to you and kissing at their little cheeks and the tops of their heads as you clutched the necklace within your hand.

Had you your sight, you would have seen the soft smiles both Dante and Vergil were sporting.

"I wouldn't trade this gift for anything in the world," you told them sincerely, your words holding much more weight than simply speaking of a piece of jewelry.

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante #dmc dante x reader #dmc vergil #dmc nero #dmc5 v #kid nero #kid v #female reader #reader-insert

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notquiteaghost · 5 years

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there isn't enough nonbinary jon sims content, here is... well i started writing this as headcanons but this is really a not!fic about nonbinary jon sims. it’s 3′300 words

it contains: nonbinary trans masc autistic jon, jongeorgie, lesbian georgie, trans guy martin & tim, trans woman sasha, team archives trans solidarity, and not-insignificant amount of internalised transphobia and references to misgendering & general cis people bullshit

(also ftr i am heavily basing jon's experiences here as a nonbinary autistic person on my own experiences as a nonbinary autistic person) (this is like 80% projection) (what else is fandom for!)

also on AO3 if you prefer your 3k of bullet points to have better spacing

tiny baby [jon] who knows she isn't very good at being a girl but doesn't have the words to articulate why

her grandmother thinks kids clothes should be durable and practical so even tho jon is not a kid who climbs trees or plays football, her wardrobe is exclusively straight jeans & 'boys' t-shirts & large jumpers

she keeps her hair roughly shoulder length because that's the length it's always been but strangers still 'mistake' her for a boy a lot. this makes her feel a way she again hasn't got the words for

when she starts secondary school she continues to dress 'masc', never starts wearing makeup, never gets any interest in dating, generally fills out the checklist for everyone else assuming she's a lesbian

she knows she's definitely not a straight girl, so she shrugs and decides sure, she's a lesbian. it's a moot point, mostly, seeing as even if she did have any interest in dating she's the only gay person her age she knows

but she does get involved in some community support stuff – she spends a lot of time in the library as a teenager, and one of the librarians is a lesbian who takes jon under her wing a bit

coffee mornings and book clubs and things like that. sixteen year old jon and a dozen queer women all in their late twenties at the youngest. they joke a lot how often they forget jon isn't also a thirty-something

(this is that autism feel of having no interest in your peers but getting on great with adults)

and then she goes to uni, and then she meets georgie

georgie is a Very Out lesbian. she goes to clubs, she's heavily involved in the lgbt society, she has a rainbow flag hanging in her bedroom window. yknow.

jon likes her a lot, and still isn't really sure if it's romantic or not, but assumes that's more due to being gay than anything else

(no one has told jon about asexuality yet)

so when, one night when they're meant to be studying in georgie's room but instead are mostly drinking shit cheap wine and complaining about their professors, georgie looks at jon with this soft look on her face and asks to kiss her, jon says yes

and then they date

they're both living in one of those massive student houses with a thousand bedrooms crammed everywhere and only a kitchen for a communal space. georgie has lived there since coming back to finish first year, and jon moved in halfway through second year after a somewhat disastrous flatmate situation

so after they graduate, moving in together seems like the natural progression of things even tho they’ve only been dating for two months

jon is still, when asked, identifying as a lesbian and using she/her, but is also still dressing what other people now call butch. she always feels kind of weird about that term, but again, just chalks it up to the mess of complicated feelings being a gnc lesbian does genuinely involve

and then, finally, jon meets some actual trans people

jon has, circumstantially, known trans people. thanks to georgie, jon goes to a lot of lgbt soc things, and is passingly familiar with most of the lgbt people on their campus

but there’s a big difference between nodding at someone when you see them in the library and having an actual, proper conversation about gender

so, jon goes to a lot of social events because georgie does. without georgie, jon would probably not leave the house except to go to work and to the library (jon is not doing postgrad. jon’s library habits do not particularly reflect this)

mostly at these events, jon sits in the corner and reads, and only talks to other quiet antisocial people, while georgie circles back periodically to report on her social butterfly escapades

and at one, one of the other quiet antisocial people is a trans guy

he’s called harry, and he asks about the book jon is reading, and after they’ve been talking a while he says, “sorry, you probably get this a lot, but what pronouns do you use?”

jon just blinks at him and says “what”

“well, i’m trans, so i’m always really cautious about assuming,” harry says, easily, and this does not answer the question jon was asking

jon.exe has crashed

she(?) eventually says, “uh. she? i’ve never– she”

and harry, who has spent the last forty minutes discussing dante with jon and is already sure they’re going to be friends, says “want the trans 101? you’re making a face like you need it”

three hours later georgie finally reappears with the intent to actually interrupt (she’s drifted past periodically, but jon was always deep in conversation with harry, so she left them alone) and get going, and jon gets harry’s email address and is then very quiet as they walk arm-in-arm back to their house

just as they turn onto their street, jon says, “i, ah. i think i might be trans?”

georgie, who has for the past couple months been having something of a crisis after realising she definitely loves jon but she isn’t in love and she can’t figure out why, says “oh thank god”

jon, very bemused, “that wasn’t the reaction i was expecting”

“i think we should break up,” georgie replies, and jon stops walking. they’re four feet from their front door, but it’s late, no one’s about, so georgie decides sure, they can have this conversation in the street

“you– because i’m trans?”

“i love you, i really do,” georgie steps closer, takes jon’s hands in hers, “but i’m not in love with you. and it was driving me crazy trying to figure out why, but if you’re not a girl–”

“i can’t tell if i should be offended by this or not,” jon says, somewhat dazed, “i’ve been trans for an hour, georgie, i don’t know if this is transphobic yet”

georgie laughs, and presses a kiss to jon’s cheek, and says “it’s nearly midnight, we both have work tomorrow, let’s table this for later. we can look up names and what word i should use when i complain to other people how you always leave your shoes in the middle of the floor when we aren’t both on the verge of passing out”

and that sounds reasonable, so jon nods, and kisses georgie on the mouth, and then they go inside

the next day jon stops by the library on the way home from work and checks out almost every baby names book they have. georgie comes home and he’s sat at the kitchen table making a spreadsheet

“you don’t have to make it this complicated, you know,” she says, hooking her chin over his shoulder to read what he’s already got. the spreadsheet has a lot of columns.

“it’s my name,” he retorts, and she hums agreeably, then points to ‘jonathan’, which has relatively few ticks in any pro columns (god, this nerd), and says, “isn’t that your grandfather’s name?”

it is. he doesn’t talk about his grandfather a lot – doesn’t talk about his family a lot full stop, but she knows, even though he died when jon was still a toddler, the stories his grandmother told had a significant impact

“my parents didn’t name me after anyone,” jon says, quietly

georgie nods. she doesn’t say they’re not here now to offer an opinion, because that’s far harsher than jon deserves to hear, and it’s not like she ever needs to remind him of it either. he’s definitely already beating himself up for taking so long to come to this realisation there’s no one left around to tell him how they’d have reacted

“i think it suits you,” she says instead, and jon nods, and then she moves away to make a pot of tea and some pasta (it’s technically jon’s night to cook, but she was anticipating coming home to find him already hyperfocused beyond the point of no return)

a week later, jon looks up from the spreadsheet to where georgie is curled up on the sofa reading and says “ugh, fine, you win, you were right”

(georgie hadn’t pressed her point any further, jon is just like that)

“jon?” she asks, and he makes an exasperated noise and nods, then closes his laptop dramatically and stands. most of his spine pops when he stretches

“this calls for celebration” georgie says, also standing, “franco’s or monsoon?”

“franco’s. i’m going to eat a pizza the size of a car”

so then jon is actually going by jon, and using he/him, and isn’t dating georgie anymore but is still living with her and spending most of his time with her and factoring her into all his major decisions

he talks to harry, and other (binary) trans people, and reads a lot of blogs, and after a few months gets a referral to charing cross gic

by the time he starts at the magnus institute, he’s had top surgery and has been on T for years, and passes as cis completely, and he doesn’t know how to articulate it but this is. bothering him.

he’s not exactly… he likes being stealth, he doesn’t need to flaunt his personal life. he can understand the impulse, but he doesn’t share it. his feelings about gender and romance are no one’s business but his own

but. everyone assuming he was a girl itched – being miss simms, georgie’s girlfriend, she, it felt like wearing a coarse knitted jumper. it was exhausting

and, for a while, everyone assuming he was a man was a relief. it didn’t make his skin crawl, it didn’t make him want to scream, it was nice. it felt good.

it didn’t feel right. but it didn’t feel bad, either, and jon has never been gendered in a way that felt right. he thought that was just part of being trans

except. he moves to london, and he starts at the magnus institute, and he wears shirts and slacks, and the long skirts and patterned dresses some of his colleagues wear keep catching his eye the way men in three-piece suits used to, and that terrifies him

he was lucky, in a way, having no family left to care when he transitioned – if anyone reacted negatively, he could just cut them out of his life, and his social circle was already queer enough that was hardly necessary

but that doesn’t mean he escaped internalising a whole swathe of shit about what being trans should mean and how he should act and what he should want and if he wants to wear skirts then is he even a man? was he making it up all along after all?

naturally, he deals with this by ignoring it. he’s a man, men don’t wear skirts, he doesn’t wear skirts, that’s that.

he manages to keep that up until he’s made head archivist, and he’s given three assistants who are all also trans

(he doesn’t know if elias did it on purpose. elias knows he’s trans, of course, because he’s never bothered to get the name on his diploma changed, but the way elias reacted lead jon to assume elias may also be trans. and if that’s true, then selecting only trans people for the archives staff feels like a kindness more than anything)

and, the thing about them all being trans, is even if jon and martin are both rather fond of being stealth, and sasha and tim aren’t used to being out at work, and none of them are exactly friends, they’re the only people who ever come in the archives, so the archives very quickly becomes the Safe Trans Zone

they all vent a lot about cis people. sasha will walk in and the first words out her mouth will be “the next person to ask me if i’d had the surgery is getting their own surgery when i cut their tongues out”, and tim will make a commiserating noise and offer her the pack of donuts martin brought in

so when, on one of the rare afternoons when jon leaves his office to lean against tim’s desk and brainstorm organisational system ideas, martin walks back from the break room upstairs with a scowl and says, bitterly, as he sits back down, “oh so when cis guys wear nail polish it’s inspiring and breaking down gender roles but when i wear nail polish, jenny from HR gets to side eye me and ask if that means i changed my mind, because surely i’m the one who’ll do that and not all the men who didn’t have to do hours of therapy to establish they are definitely, one hundred percent for sure a guy!”

tim and sasha both make the standard commiseration noises, and sasha says something about the supervisor at her last job trying to say it wasn’t appropriate for her to wear trousers, and jon stops listening and runs away moves back to his office

he hadn’t noticed martin is wearing nail polish, is the thing. or, he had noticed it, but he hadn’t thought about it, and now he’s thinking about it. he’s thinking about it a lot

martin had– martin is a guy. martin is definitely a guy, if something of a feminine-leaning gay guy, the kind of feminine-leaning no one ever questions in cis guys, and it hadn’t occurred to jon to question martin, either, even though he’s trans, and. and.

he’s still circling round a revelation he can’t quite make himself have an hour or so later, when martin sticks his head round the door

“you, uh. you alright?” martin asks, incredibly tentatively. it says a lot, jon thinks, about how nice martin is, that he’s asking even though there’s a 90% chance jon will tell him to fuck off “you kind of disappeared abruptly, earlier. i didn’t upset you, did i?”

jon stares at him for a long moment, then says, “can i see your nail polish?”

“oh!” martin’s cheeks flush, just slightly, as he steps inside the office and lets the door shut behind him “uh, yeah, of course. it’s a little chipped, now, but, yeah”

martin’s nail polish is a light, pastel blue. it’s neat, and even, though his nails aren’t that long, and jon thinks he remembers martin saying something about mostly painting his nails to try and get himself to stop biting them. jon’s never really gone for nail polish, but it’s. nice.

“it’s, uh. it’s a good colour, on you,” he says awkwardly. martin flushes even more

“oh, um, thanks? did– are you alright?”

if jon was a different kind of person, this is where he’d open up to martin, and this would be the beginning of them becoming actual friends

jon is jon, though, so he just shoves all his emotions back in the box they escaped from, nods, and says “i didn’t sleep that well, is all. not really up to socialising”

(an aside about s1 jonmartin dynamic: jon is very good at shittalking martin when martin isn’t around, but in the face of martin’s genuine care and concern, he defaults back to a far more friendlier tone than he’s aiming for. he knows, on a level, that he and martin could be good friends if he ever got his shit together, but that is something else he’s currently repressing. he doesn’t need friends! he isn’t desperate for social contact at all! what’s loneliness!)

martin says “ah, okay, i’ll just– i’ll leave you alone, then”, and then jon makes himself focus on work, and then when he gets home he opens the group chat he’s still, thankfully, in with the trans people who got him through his first gender crisis and sends ‘help i don’t know if i’m a guy after all’

three people immediately send back a link to nonbinary.org

and that’s the rest of jon’s evening

he reads through every article. he reads several articles multiple times. he opens several new tabs, and gets a notepad to make a list of books, and eventually remembers to reply in the group chat

a week later, he bites the bullet and writes an email to georgie

nothing long, just, they still tell each other about big life events

and then, another couple weeks after that, when martin brings him tea, he says, “ah, martin, could i– do you have a moment?”

“of course,” martin says, and lets the door swing closed again, “what do you need?”

“i, ah. this isn’t very professional, so, you don’t– you are perfectly welcome to say no, of course, but i. um. would you– come clothes shopping with me?”

(ideally, jon would have asked georgie, but as much as he loves her (still), they haven’t talked properly in years, and she is cis. the best cis person he knows, but still a cis person. and he’d just, rather have a trans person, for emotional support, and no one in the group chat lives particularly nearby anymore) (or, well, some of them are, but when he asked they all told him to get over himself and ask one of his ‘lovely’ coworkers)

(why does he ask martin and not sasha?) (well, dear reader, he is nursing the beginnings of a crush) (not that he knows it. but that’s absolutely what’s happening here. martin is sweet and lovely and jon definitely finds him annoying and overbearing. yes. nothing else. no other emotions.) (his chest feels all weird when martin smiles because he doesn’t like him. that always happens around people he dislikes.)

“oh!” martin says, surprised. “uh, yes, of course, is– is there an event or something…?”

jon takes a moment to stare at the wall above martin’s head before he makes himself say, “i. am non-binary, and i need– different clothes.”

“oh, god, have we been–”

“no, no, this is a, a very recent development. he is still fine,” jon says, quickly, then pauses, then adds, more haltingly, “i think. i might, if – they, as well, maybe? just, to see”

“of course. d’you want me to tell tim and sasha?”

martin, jon thinks, is maybe not all that bad “yes, please”

“cool,” martin smiles, “i’m free this weekend? for shopping?”

“this saturday would be good, yes”

and then jon and martin go shopping! it’s probably not that successful of a shopping trip, because it takes jon like four shops before they admit what exactly it is they’re looking for, but they go to several charity shops and have fun trying to one-up each other with the most ridiculous/inexplicable item of clothing, and at the end of the day jon has three skirts (a knee-length black a-line skirt, a full-length black skirt, and a full-length black skirt patterned with red flowers), two necklaces, and a skater dress they probably can’t get away with wearing to work, but they really liked the way the skirt moved when they spun

other things that happen include lunch at a cafe where the staff definitely think they’re on a date and only martin notices and also martin is dying, both of them only managing to walk past a secondhand bookshop twice before they cave and go inside, and then emerge half an hour later both holding three books (two poetry anthologies and a sci fi novel; a psychology book and two history books), and martin somehow talking jon into trying on skinny jeans and then, again, leaving this mortal coil

jon doesn’t buy the skinny jeans, which is for the best really

the first time jon wears one of the skirts to work, sasha does a victory lap around the archives because “hell yes skirts are so much more comfortable, and now you swish! tim you should get a skirt. skirts for archives uniform”

and jon is still a prickly antisocial bastard but now he’s an outly nonbinary prickly antisocial bastard, and sometimes they walk into the archives at 2PM smelling of tobacco and holding a bottle of vodka, and then the archives staff all do shots and dramatic readings of the most ridiculous fake statements, because sometimes that’s how you cope with cis people, and that’s! valid!

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #georgie barker #martin blackwood #jongeorgie #yelling at clouds #fic tag #draw jon sims in skirts. thank you.

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arcticlee · 5 years

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Sweet Revenge // Dante x Reader one-shot

Decided to write some Dante x Reader smut. You can either read it below or head on over to ao3 where I’ll be publishing all 3 parts. Enjoy! ;)

Word count: 2,580

Summary: You decide to spice things up between the two of you and tease the living hell out of Dante just to see how long he'll last. It backfires on you, however, when one night he finally decides to get his sweet revenge on you in bed

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't enjoy teasing the hell out of Dante whenever you got the chance to, watching all the smugness gradually turn into pure desperation. Knowing just how handsy he liked to get with you when no one was around, growing with cockiness whenever your body instantly reacted to his caresses, you couldn't pass up an opportunity to turn things around and do the same to him in return.

It started off with a movie night- perfect opportunity for him to push you into the couch cushions and fuck you to oblivion. You sure as hell wanted that to happen, he was an amazing lover after all and always made sure to give you the best orgasms. This time, however, you had other things in mind as you avoided his light kisses on your lips, which ended up in him kissing your cheek instead. You giggled when he reached your neck, his stubble tickling and scratching at your sensitive skin. You knew at this point that if you didn't stop him right there and then, he'd continue his slow trip down your body to where he wanted to be the most- right between your legs.

Your hand quickly trailed towards his hair, slipping between his grey strands and getting a handful just to yank it backwards. He gasped from the slight shock that shot down his spine as his head got titled backwards forcefully, pulling him out of whatever he was doing in an instant. You smiled to yourself when you noticed the change in his expression: all the smugness already gone from his face and getting replaced with pure need.

His eyelids flew shut when you let your hand tug at his hair in a stronger pull as you arose from your place and sat down in his lap. You could already feel his bulge beneath you, his thick cock straining against his tight leather pants. You always admired his size and how perfectly he filled you up, making you cum hard around his length. Just the single thought of it made you tingle pleasantly, your own core slowly starting to throb.

The movie was still playing in the background- some horror flick that you had any interest in since all your attention was focused on him. You leaned in closer to him, face just a few inches away from his when you decided to give him a bit of friction as you thrust your hips against his once, already receiving a low grunt from him.

You perfectly knew that he could easily grab you by those thighs and move you to your bedroom just so he could finally bury himself deep inside you. But you also knew that he liked to play your games. They always excited him and made him curious to see what you'd do next. You tried out a lot of things with him in bed, whether it be a new position or a new toy. He was always up for something new and so were you. This time you just wanted to see how far he was willing to go with all your teasing and how long he'd last without getting touched properly.

At this point he would've started undressing you, his kisses getting rough and his hard cock grinding up against your mound. But all you gave him in return was a short kiss on his mouth and another roll of your hips in his lap before you slipped from his grasp completely, telling him to clean up after himself as you headed upstairs for the night.

You knew he'd end up jacking himself off to the thought of you riding his cock but you didn't care this time, because you had even more sinister things planned for him and this night was just a start.

The next morning was like any other usual morning, however, you woke up to the empty pillow next to you, Dante- nowhere to be seen. You grinned to yourself when you remembered what happened last night and quickly slipped from under the bed sheets, dressing up into some shorts and your own tank top since you liked to sleep in his shirts too much.

You moved from your bedroom and along the corridor, already enjoying the scent of coffee that became stronger the closer you got to the kitchen. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms over your chest as you caught him working in your kitchen, cooking breakfast for you. Surprisingly he didn't hear you appear, his back turned to you as he was dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low around his hips. You couldn't help but admire the physique of his muscular back and broad shoulders, the toned muscles beneath his skin moving and stretching under his motions when he'd either reach to a cupboard nearby or return to the pan to flip the pancakes.

You almost got lost in your own fantasies, your thoughts running wild and already coming up with various horny scenarios. You honestly wouldn't mind getting fucked against that cupboard he was working on, listening to his low grunts against your earlobe and feeling his strong grip on your hips as his thick length slides in and out of you roughly. You only bit on your lower lip, your cheeks slowly going flush from your own dirty thoughts, your clit starting to tingle pleasantly between your legs.

You knew you could easily make it happen. He was right there in front of you. But you also didn't want to break that promise you made to yourself. However, a bit of playful teasing wouldn't hurt anyone.

So you decided to test his waters once again as you glued yourself off the door frame and moved around the table towards him. This time he heard your footsteps and his head tilted to the side catching you with the corner of his eye.

"Already up?" he questioned, his voice still gruff from sleep. You only hissed out a teasing yes, feeling him lean forwards as he wanted to plant a kiss on your lips. You quickly retreated, laughing to yourself when a confused frown ghosted over his features.

"What?" you teased further and stepped behind him, letting the fingertips of your left hand trail up his side and across his ribs, moving to his chest as you lightly brushed your finger over his sensitive nipple that made him shudder slightly. Even though the height difference between the two of you was big and he always towered over you like some giant whenever he was around, that didn't stop you from planting a few kisses on his shoulder blades while your hand traveled down his washboard abs, raking your fingernails across his skin almost to the breaking point as his stomach muscles tensed up beneath your assault. You knew this didn't bother him much, he could heal fast, his skin turning red for a longer moment before all the marks completely disappeared. Plus he was a total masochist and enjoyed every single bit of pain you brought to him, melting in your hands whenever you provided him with extra attention.

This time was no different as a first louder grunt fell from his lips, his breathing stopping altogether when you hooked your thumb on the waistband of his pants. You tugged at it slightly in a teasing manner, your hands growing hungry to finally touch his erection through the fabric, feel his length grow from each of your strokes until he wouldn't take in any longer, begging you to finally release him.

You bit on your lower lip and didn't even notice how quickly he turned around in your arms, hands already flying to your thighs to hoist you up against his hips. You wrapped your legs and hands around him instinctively, a sudden gasp of shock falling from your mouth when he spun you around, sitting you down on that same counter. You wanted to kiss him so badly, your own hunger betraying you quickly as you felt his fingers trail up your naked thighs reaching the hem of your tank top to slip beneath it, his palms hot against your skin, his calloused fingertips massaging your sides, sending the first shivers down your back. You closed your eyes in a moment of pleasure, the ache between your legs growing stronger. You already could feel his hot breath on your cheek, his nose brushed against yours in another moment of silence before he sunk into a tentative kiss at first.

You wanted to break that kiss and show him that you weren't about to give him what he wanted but you also needed to finally feel his skilled tongue against yours, feel his soft lips kiss you passionately until you'd become breathless.

His hands were already slipping up into your hair, head titling to the side to get a better angle just so he could deepen the kiss until you stopped him, quickly pressing your hand to his warm chest.

"As much as I'd love to continue, you need to finish that breakfast for me, because I'm growing really hungry already," you whispered breathlessly against his lips, your heart still pounding fast in your own chest.

You were lying to yourself and he perfectly knew it. But he also knew what your intentions were. He might've seemed like a total idiot, but he was actually smart and figured you out rather quick, silently playing along with your little sinister games.

"Hungry for some dick in my pants?" he murmured playfully, which gained him an angry slap on his shoulder as your cheeks flushed even redder than before, a low chuckle already escaping his mouth. "Your face says it all," he added soon after with a growing grin on his face and you only hopped off the counter, forcing him to move away from you.

"Those pancakes better be good, old man," you only teased him in return and left the kitchen before he'd make any further moves on you.

As much as you hated doing it all alone without him around to at least watch you from the side, you ended up fingering yourself in the bathroom, desperate to reach your orgasm and finally calm down your growing need. It was both a pleasure and torment trying to tease the fuck out of him. Because on one hand it fed your own pride watching him become all vulnerable and helpless beneath your hands, on the other, it was tantalizing knowing you couldn't satisfy your own pleasure like you wanted to, retreating to your own fingers and dildos.

Yet, you didn't want to back down this easily, continuously finding the opportunities to fuck with him and his emotions, whether it was in an intimate place like your own bed you liked to share with him every night or a public place like the local bar where he always went to get drunk with you.

However, you were careful enough this time not to get too drunk, as you only finished a few glasses of martini watered down with sprite and lemon juice while he drank his whiskey. You couldn't help but trail your hand up his thigh while you sat next to him, threading your fingers through his hair to pull it away from his ear just so you could whisper about the things you wanted him to do to you once you return home, letting your voice drop an octave and into a seductive tone that always drove him nuts. It got him riled up really quickly as he downed another glass, his jaw tensing when your fingers got dangerously close to his crotch, massaging the inside of his thigh.

He gulped when you nudged his scruffy jaw with your nose playfully and licked a small stripe of skin on the side of his neck that quickly brought the goosebumps down his body as he shuddered. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the groan that was threatening to erupt from his chest when you got brave enough to grab onto his crotch for a brief moment, already feeling how hard he's gotten from your light teasing.

You snickered under your nose, his expression a pure delight of frustration mixed with arousal. He wasn't the one to blush like a shy schoolboy whenever you toyed with him this way, but you did notice some change in the color of his cheekbones that turned just slightly more rosy than his usual shade of color.

You had him once again but decided to stop right there and give him some time to cool down, because you knew how uncomfortable it was for him to walk around with a huge boner in his pants, even more uncomfortable when it wasn't satisfied straight away. Not like he didn't have one at all times anyways, the sheer size of his dick always straining against his tight leather pants. He always played it off as nothing, joking about how you should probably calm his beast down or it'll get out of control, but you knew a huge part of it was genuine as he begged you deep inside to finally touch him.

However you didn't plan to do so that night. Even as you returned home and he had you pinned against the wall straight away, kissing you desperately while his hands traveled up your shirt, already gripping onto your clothed breasts. You weren't going to give him any more as you planted one last peck on his lips and slipped swiftly from under his grasp laughing to yourself when a loud "oh come on" fell from behind you.

This constant teasing continued for quiet a while and it was rather fun watching him lose his usual cocky demeanor each time you got all handsy with him. But you knew his patience would finally run out, it was a matter of time before he'd snap and finally have his own way with you.

And you were right as one night he had enough of your toying around, as he pushed you against the nearest wall a louder gasp escaping your lips, his hands quickly flying to your wrists to pin them above your head. He was much more rough with you and you knew at this point he wouldn't let you escape this easily.

His mouth clashed against yours and into a sloppy kiss before you slipped out of his grip and cupped his cheeks, turning it into a sensual dance instead as your lips and tongues melded together.

You knew he was desperate, hungry to finally have you all to himself after such a long time. But you also wanted to take your sweet time with him like you always did especially when he was kissing you. He didn't mind the slower pace you liked to set, because he also knew you were not quite fond of sloppy make-outs and clashing teeth. That was probably the biggest difference you had between the two of you when it came to intimacy. But he slowly learned to appreciate your passionate love-making, hell, even got into it himself when he'd take his precious time to explore every crevice of your body.

That one simple gesture of yours was probably what pushed him to do it for another time. However, much slower this time. So slow, you were already regretting every single decision of yours leading up to this.

#dante x reader #dante x s/o #dante #dmc fanfic #dmc fanfiction #dmc dante #dmc5 #devil may cry #dmc 5 #dmc #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry v #arcticlee writes

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villainqueen · 5 years

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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell - Chapter 3

V X Fem!Reader fanfiction, set after the events of Devil may Cry 5.

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5

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Chapter 3

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

August 1st 12:10 pm

Nero and V went through a long corridor, following the sound of gunshots and several screams. They soon got to the source of the noises, as reached the inner courtyard that was filled with fountains, angel sculptures, most of them overgrown with ivy, and a wide variety of flowerbeds. The fountain in the middle was dry and the water in it muddy and green, yet the place didn't make the impression it was vacant for over more than a few years. Something that was of much more interest, was the tower on the other side of the courtyard. The door was locked by a heavy chain, keeping the Misra demons, that were desperately trying to get inside, out. At least for the time being. However, another possibility was that, whatever was inside that tower, was locked up there cause even the windows of it were endowed with metal bars. Regardless, not all demons were scratching at that one door, most of them were busy fighting with a group of humans, the majority of them already fallen. Nero didn’t waste time shooting bullets at a demon that was on top of one of the remaining, living men.

"What a mess. Come on stupid monkeys, why not fight someone in your own league?" Nero exclaimed as he went straight into battle with the demons. V who couldn't summon Griffon, helped the remaining people to get to safety.

"T-thanks, we didn't think that we'd get surrounded by so many of them..." said one of them while trying to catch his breath. Three men survived this surprise attack. One of them on the wedge of death, due to wound in his chest. The other two appeared unharmed yet deeply shaken. They clearly were a group of demon hunters themselves, or rather wannabe demon hunters. Armed to the teeth with guns and close combat weapons like swords and knifes yet they're clearly lacked experience. Otherwise they wouldn't let themselves getting cornered by so many enemies who are weak by themselves but have the strength in numbers.

“You better take that guy and get out of here, otherwise you might join your fallen comrades." declared V calmly as he pointed his cane to the wounded hunter. With an understanding nod they took their comrade and went same route V and Nero previously came through. That path should be clear of all demons for now but that didn’t mean it stayed that way for long.

"If they hurry up, they'll might survive" muttered V while turning back to Nero, who had almost eradicated all demons by himself.

"You know what V, you could help me out a bit more!"

"Apologies, I'm not at my full strength, yet. But since you're already done, let us continue."

"Fine by me, which way?" as soon as Nero's question was spoken, V raised his cane pointing towards the door of the tower.

"Whatever is locked in that strange tower had the demons’ interest. I suggest taking a look ourselves."

"Sure, and you think it's a good idea to disturbed whatever is locked up in a dungeon? If we unleash hell on earth, you'll be the one to clean up the mess this time." Nero replied with annoyance but went up to the door regardless. With a few shots from the Blue Rose aimed at the lock, it cracked open.

"Good thing we came in time, I'm sure the demons were close to break inside!" muttered Nero after ripping the chains away from the door.

"How peculiar. Not only the demons but the church is also searching for something in this place. This was the originally purpose for this mission. Clearing this castle of any demon activity was only a secondary objective. A façade so to speak. I think it would be better if we found, whatever they're looking for, before they do."

They opened the heavy door with a loud creak. Something that indicated that this door was kept closed for a long time.

"After you." offered Nero as he made an inviting gesture with his hand. "You wanted to get in there, so you get eaten by whatever's locked inside first." he joked.

V stepped through the door followed by Nero, searching through each and every room in this tower. All of them prison cells long unoccupied. They were shabby and dark with few furnishings. Like one would expect. However, none was inhabited till they reached the last one at the top. A faint rustling of fabric and the rattling of chains was echoing through the silence of this place. The door to that cell was not even locked, which further indicated it was highly possible that there was never any other prisoner inside the tower, beside whoever was in kept in that room. V slowly pushed the door open. In this small room sat a woman on a simple wooden chair beside a barred window. She was dressed in a white silk dress, that was almost thin enough to see through yet still hid her skin underneath and had heavy chains around her wrists and ankles. The most striking of all features was the iron masked she wore, obscuring her face and clearly her view, leaving her blind.

Once V went inside the cell, you tilted your head in his direction and spoke in a calm but gentle voice; "Who art thou? This is the prison chamber of a maiden. Tarnished, it shall not be, by the feet of men." Your voice took V a bit by surprise. How could a woman be kept here all those years and still live? The castle was at least sealed for half a century. Their theory must have been right, time stopped for everything inside the castle, including this prisoner.

"Okay, didn't really expect to find a woman here…" Nero said in disbelief to V as he followed behind him.

"My apologies for the intrusion, we are demon hunters, out here to kill the evil that infested in this place. And you are?" asked V in a curious but almost friendly tone. The last thing he wanted was scaring you. And the mystery of this mission just became a great deal bigger. Was the church searching for a girl? Did the demon attack the castle because of you? Or was it all just a coincidence?

"Thou'rt forgiven. I am (Y/N), prisoner of Dunscaith castle and to this wretched mask."

"Man, why do I always meet the weirdos?" Nero sighed in annoyance. "So V, what do you think? She gives up some really strange vibes but-" Nero stopped himself before he could finish the sentence, but V understood what he meant. To him you gave of an elusive feeling, soothing not at all threatening, yet clearly something not human. It wasn't impossible that you were a demon, deceiving humans by taking a less threating form, this was basically demon 101. That made it not unlikely that the demons and maybe even the church were after you.

"Whatever she is, I doubt it's a coincidence that she's kept here. And that means we have only two options, either kill her or take her with us."

"Kill her? I'm all for killing demons you could almost say I love it but really, killing a defenseless woman? Nah, there is no fun in that." mumbled Nero clearly uneasy with the thought. Nero was a little punk at times sure, but he had his heart at the right place.

While lowering your head down you spoke again: "So be it, I can no longer resist ye."

"Hey hey, wait we're not killing you!" panicked Nero a bit. While V, who had his eyes fixed on the you, the imprisoned woman. He clearly had his trouble interpreting your behavior. If you really were a demon, why offering your head so willingly to them? It just wouldn't make a lot of sense. Would a demon take its charade that far?

"Let's take her with us. We can't leave her here with all the demons lurking around." with that V took a few steps towards you grabbing your arm slightly, to gently lead you out of the tower.

"May I pose thee a question? By what name shall I address ye both?" you asked with a quiet, muffled voice. It made V almost chuckle. It was a welcome difference to hear someone talk with manners unlike his other acquaintances.

"You can call me V and that boy, that is Nero."

As they arrived at the tower door in the inner courtyard, V released you from his touch. The place where his hand touched you burned slightly; you weren’t used to any touch at all. And even though you could not see your surroundings, it was a relief to be freed from our dusty cell. It was clearly visible through your mannerisms as you relaxed your tense body just a little.

"Thou'st a kind heart. To speak to a captive such as I."

"I don’t really get what she is saying. Anyway, we still need to kill the rest of the demons here. Not gonna lie, could be difficult if we have to babysit her!" Nero declared while scratching his head.

"Who dares to say he is going to kill us? Don't you know who we are, puny mortal?" Suddenly a demon jumped from the roof across the yard down in front of them. It had the shape of a bull with its head split open and two horns on each side. In the middle where the spilt normally should reveal its insides, was a mess of teeth and flesh visible. Its body wasn't more pleasant to look at either as it was rotting away. A sickly sweet the smell underlined this further.

"Jeez, I’ve seen some ugly fucks but you, you're on another level. That's a face not even a mother could love!" taunted Nero the demon bull.

"How dare you! We are Gulganna the great demon and you, give her to us and we’ll might kill you last!"

August 1st 10:00 am

Dante walked alongside the aisle of an imposing chapel cheerful whistling the melody of some famous gospel song. This caught the attention of a praying priest who sat in the front row of benches, his holy book in hand.

"In the name of our lord, I do!" Dante joked as he arrived at the altar, turning in an overdramatic fashion to the priest. The priest, visible unamused by Dante’s eccentrics, gave him an unfriendly glare as he spoke: "And how can I help you son, do you wish to confess or pray?"

"Confess, yes that's a really nice keyword here. How about you're gonna start with that!" said Dante while raising one of his guns fight in front of the priests face.

"Son, you are in a house of god!"

"Yeah, I was never the religious type and a gun makes your kind talk much faster. Believe me, not the first time I tried… so much for a vow of silence, am I right?"

"You wouldn't dare to commit such an act in this holy place!"

Bang!

As soon as the priest finished his sentence Dante fired his Ebony right next to that man’s face, leaving a bullet hole in the wooden bench. "Now how about you answer a few questions, you know who I am?"

"A demon spawn, that is what you are! Born out of debauchery between a witch and a demon. A vile creature!" shouted the priest with strong disdain in this voice. Dante didn't care about these types of insults; he was used to the holier-than-thou attitude of churches and their devoted people. And needless to say, he wasn't much of a fan.

"Yeah sure, anyway let's get straight to the point, shall we? The other clerics I visited so far told me, you’d know more. What is the deal with castle Dunscaith?"

"You would not even begin to comprehend. The rapture is upon us! The angel will come and open the heavens for us and we, the faithful, will ascend to a higher plane. We will shred humanity and embrace the divine!" With each word the priest spoke he became more ecstatic and deranged. Dante could recognize a fanatic when he saw one and this was not the first one, he encountered over the years.

"Oh great, I don't speak lunatic so how about you tell that's going on before I'll have to end you?"

"Killing me won't change much I am merely a humble servant. Everything is already in motion. The angel will arrive soon!"

"Sure... and will this angel bring the tooth fairy and santa with him?" Dante laughed. He was ready to believe a lot but angels? All angel like beings he met were demons in disguise. He was pretty sure there was no such place as heaven.

"You may mock us now, but the enemy of your demonic kind, will bring forth your end!"

Bang!

For a second time Dante fired his gun, missing the priest face only by a few inches, leaving him shocked behind. Whatever they're planning, Dante knew now that this was not something, he could just label as pure nonsense. Fanatics were dangerous and whatever this supposed angel that promised them salvation, was; it was alarming.

August 1st 12:50 pm

"Normally I am all for beef jerky but damn you look already rotten!" Nero mocked the demon bull as he was ready to beat it to minced meat. "Hey V, you're ready again?"

"Yes, this won't take long." V answered while summoning Griffon.

"Yo V, do I look like a vulture to you? Picking apart the rotten ain't my style!" Griffon cawed as the gracefully landed on his masters outstretched arm.

"How dare you making fun of the great Gulganna!" And with that, the bull charged towards Nero and V. You, however, couldn't see what was going on around you and so you thought that it was for the best to simply move away from all the voices. Nevertheless, Gulgannas attacks were easily avoided by the two demon hunters. Griffon just took V by his claws and lifted him out of the charge attack, while Nero used his coattend to wave it around like a matador.

"Olé! Come on cow, here I am!" he teased his opponent. Gulganna looked impressive but was clearly not the smartest and easy to enrage. This meant also he was less good at focusing on more than one person at a time.

Once you heard that V landed not far away, you turned to his direction and asked: "Sir V? While this moment might not be ideal, I only wish to be of some genuine assistance! Please, I beg of thee, remove this mask for I cannot by myself!"

"Yo missy, you think we got time for that now?!" Griffon answered for his partner. The very same moment Gulganna faced their way and spit a yellow-green secretion in your and V's direction, missing both of you only by a few feet. The fluid landed on one of the many angel statures that decorated the inner courtyard, just to melt it away.

"Okay that's just gross!" was Nero shouting from a far as he shot Gulganna in one half of his splitten face.

"We better get that woman out of that mask before she gets hit! Griffon, in the meantime, make that demon bleed!"

"Yes, yes, Griffon do this, Griffon do that. What am I, a carrier pigeon?" the flying demon companion complained as he was sending flashes down onto the bull. V used time, provided by the distraction, to examine your iron masked. "You better not making us regret getting you out of this!"

"Thou art my savior, if mine power be need'st, I shall assist thee! Hereby I promise, I will repay this small kindness!"

"No need just find a place to hide for now." soon after he spoke those words, your mask fell on the floor, revealing a face that was hidden for such a long time. V couldn't help himself but stare. Your eyes were gentle and warm, your lips full and red. V couldn't deny that you were indeed a beauty.

As for you, it was the first time in years for you, to see something else than darkness. After it took a moment to accustom your eyes to the sunlight, you let your sight swiftly go through the place, to grasp the situation. Your gaze came to a stop, as you met eyes with the man who just helped you. He clearly was attractive. Black hair, wonderful green eyes, strange markings on his body. After a few seconds of intensive eye contact the noise of the fight behind, brought both of you back to the current situation. There was no time for that now, after all, there was still a demon spitting his acid saliva in every direction.

"My most humble thanks. Thou shalt not go unrewarded!" slowly you stood up, carefully making your way to a nearby puddle of acid. With precision you dipped your shackles in the liquid, freeing yourself out of the confinement. V decided to keep an eye on your movement, not sure if he could trust you or not. Regardless, the situation wasn’t one where they should refuse any help. He couldn't keep Griffon up for long and while Nero was certainly capable of dealing with that demon on his own, due to the many puddles of acid on the floor, the courtyard became a much more limited space for them to move in.

"You BSE infected cow! How about you stop vomiting all over the floor, that smell starts making me sick!" Nero shouted annoyed as he rammed his Red Queen in the mouthlike crack on its head, just to get showered by an incoming burp. However, Nero was a quick witted one and turned to his devil form in the last second, avoiding becoming meat soup on the ground.

"Fuck, that shit is just gross!" Nero cursed and was laughed at from above by Griffon: "Can't say I smell a difference!"

"Just shut up, bird! And you, you fat cow, now you've done it! Playtime is over!"

Soon after Nero cursed at Gulganna, it began to charge at him again. Yet was unable to corner him as he was much more agile in his demon form. The demon’s life would soon come to an end, as Griffon attacked him with his thunderbolts from the side, Nero punched his front into bloody pieces and a few beams of light came from the sky piecing through the demon bull’s body. The last attack came from you, who was standing behind Gulganna with your right hand outstretched to the sky as if you were commanding the heaven itself.

"For thee, no mercy shall be shown." you told the demon in a gentle voice. A dying Gulganna now lying on the ground cries out to you: "You, you are the one! The master will get you!"

"Is it so? My apologies, oh great demon bull Gulganna but we must part now. Thou shalt not go unpunished!" And as you voiced these last words to him, you reached your hand inside of its chest, ripping out something buried beneath its flesh.

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Some Grand Affairs Amongst the Normality - Chapter 12 of ??? (Dante/Reader)

Overall Story Rating: Mature Overall Story Tags: Alcohol, Big Snake, (Like literally a big snake), Blood, Body Horror, Dead Body Mention, Fluff, Gore Mention, Depressive Thoughts, Drugging, IV Mention, Nausea, Nightmares, Reader is regular boring Human, Reader likes to clean, Reader is also a troublemaker, Slow Burn, Suicide Mention, There was only one bed, Vore (I’m so sorry)

For This Chapter: Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Nightmares, Vore (I’m so sorry) Additional: Big Fluff Word Count: 7984

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You had seen Dante do some pretty amazing things in the last 6 months, from lifting a giant water snake demon off of the ground with his own two hands and then throwing it like it weighed nothing to consuming more pizza in one day than a human could eat in a month to being able to sleep in literally any place he sat down to even transforming into a beautiful demon when he activated his devil trigger, but to you, the most incredible thing you had yet to see the man do was to use his goddamn brain for more than 2 fucking seconds.

You knew you weren’t overly emotional and cranky from your lack of sleep because despite the fact that you had slept for a solid 12 hours straight, your head was still pressed into your hand as you tried to keep yourself from throwing Dante into a nearby trashcan. Lifting yourself up and looking at the man, his face far too smug for your liking in the moment, you felt your face scrunch at the sight.

“Look, I just don’t see the need to finish the back room,” Dante said as he brought a piece of pizza up to his lips. “Let alone add a kitchen and actual rooms back there. It’s fine as it is!” You had a lot more will power in you than you originally thought as you stopped yourself from reaching over and throwing both the box of pizza and the man holding it into the garbage.

“Because, Dante, you absolutely cannot keep taking out so many loans with Lady! You’re here all the time anyway, why not learn to cook or something? That and finishing the backroom would give you something to do instead of sitting on your fat ass all day and reading your magazines! Maybe you could rent out the rooms for extra money too?” you explained, your voice full of irritation as you brought your hand down to the desk.

“Hey, you like my fat ass!” Dante countered as he smirked. Smacking your hand into your face again, you drug it down your cheek and glared at the overly confident man. “And I work hard when I do work, what if I want to relax when I’m home?”

That… was probably the only valid point Dante had made, and you sighed as you considered it.

“What if…you found that painting and building WAS relaxing to you?” you proposed.

“Probably not,” Dante said as he bit into another slice of pizza. “Do I look seem someone who would enjoy painting?”

“How would I know? From all I ever see you do, you don’t enjoy anything besides pizza and sleeping!” You said, your voice full of irritation.

“Well, I think it’s obvious,” Dante said, motioning his hand over himself. “What do I seem like I enjoy? Like, I could look at you and tell you enjoy reading books even if I had only spent 5 minutes getting to know you.”

“Pray tell, how in the world could you tell that?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Cause you’re a dork, and dorks always love books.”

Oh trashcan it was then.

Standing up from Dante’s desk quickly, you ran your hand over the top of the desk as you walked toward Dante, who was only giving you a smug look as you walked over to him.

The phone rang suddenly, and you jumped at the noise as you turned to look at it. Hearing shuffling, you turned to watch Dante stand up and make his way toward you and the desk. He handed you the box of pizza, which you begrudgingly took, before he reached for his phone.

“Devil May Cry,” you had heard Dante say that same phrase probably dozens of times, but no matter what day it was, it always changed the atmosphere of the store to hear him greet someone on the phone. You had wondered for months where Dante had gotten the name ‘Devil May Cry’ for his store, but the thought usually escaped your mind before you were able to ask him.

Sitting yourself back into Dante’s chair, you placed the box of pizza on your lap and opened it, happy to see that 2 pieces were left. Grabbing one, you began to munch on it as you tried, and failed, to not eavesdrop on Dante’s phone call.

“All done then?” The man said, his one hand pressed on the desktop as he leant on the side. Dante listened for a long time on the phone, and he barely said anything to whoever he was talking to. Occasionally he would hum or grunt in confirmation as he listened, and it wasn’t until a few minutes has passed that he spoke again. “Alright, thanks for letting me know. If everything’s all wrapped up, then we can come…wait, actually.” Pausing, Dante glanced to the side at you, and you felt your face scrunch as he looked at you. “Is that house the demon was staying in still quarantined?” Scooting forward a bit, you listened in more to what Dante was saying, hoping to hear whoever was on the other end of the phone. “Okay, great. Can you bring all the stuff with you to there?” Unable to hear the other person, you finished off your piece of pizza and grabbed another to eat as you waited for Dante to get off the phone.

“Thanks Morrison,” Dante finally said just before he placed the phone back in its place. He turned to you and you paused your chewing for a second. “Morrison’s going to bring your stuff to where that demon’s house was. You said you wanted to go see it, right?” Continuing your chewing, you nodded at Dante and closed the pizza box.

You hadn’t thought about your captivity much since you left the hospital, maybe it was because you had been distracting yourself with things to do since you arrived at Devil May Cry or maybe it was because thinking of your time in that basement brought forth a coil of dread that almost paralyzed you. Regardless, you knew you had asked Dante to bring you to see the area, and you had yet to prepare yourself for that return.

You felt your heart begin to speed up as you thought about what the area could look like now that it was no longer burning and now that it had probably been combed over completely by detectives for the case. The place where you were held captive was below the floors of the house, and your last memories of the room were just as dark as your memories of when you first woken up in there.

“You ready to go?” Dante asked, his hand offered to you to help you to your feet.

“…yeah,” you lied.

There wasn’t much left to of the house to look at. When Dante had described all the walls as having been burnt down, you thought there was going to be a little bit of wall or molding left near the floor to show where the walls once stood, and yet neither were present as you glanced over the area. The smell was still strong, despite days having passed since the fire was started and the elements being allowed to run over the exposed area, and you had to cover your nose as you stood because it was overwhelming.

The area where the house once stood was charred and blackened from the flames, but it was still obvious where the foundations of the house began. Dante wouldn’t let you step past the edges of the concrete, however, and as you leaned down and ran your hand over the floorboard that was covered in a centimeter ash and soot, you understood why.

Parts of the floorboards had fallen in, but only in one area of the house. It confused you as to why only that specific part was the only place where the wooden boards were falling it. Standing and walking around the house slowly, you were able to see more of the area below the house, and as the outline of a desk became more visible to you as you moved, your brain registered that that was the area where the culprit’s victims had been kept. Your heart was already racing when you had left Devil May Cry, but the sound of it now started to pound in your ears are you looked over the desk that was covered in wooden boards and dust.

Turning and glancing behind you, you noticed that Dante didn’t follow you, and was still standing in the same place he was before you moved. He was watching you, and the expression on his face was unreadable as you looked over his features. Turning back to the house, you let your eyes run up and down the remaining floor pieces. Despite the whole house being visible from where you stood, no part of the house stood out as more burnt to you, something that you found kind of odd. Continuing around the house again, you continued to glance over all of the floor as you looked for a hint of difference among each plank. Reaching the original side that Dante still stood on, you felt your face scrunch a bit.

“What’re you looking for?” Dante asked as you approached him. It was a bit hard to hear his as he spoke as your heart was still in your ears.

“Where…was the fire started?” you asked quietly as you stepped up to the base of the foundation again. Turning and looking at Dante’s face, he smiled a bit and you felt a bit confused.

“You noticed that too, huh?” Dante asked you as he stepped forward. He lifted his hand and pointed to the corner of where the floorboards started to fall in, and you turned your eyes to the area. “There, that’s where.”

“So close…” you muttered to yourself as your eyes moved quickly between the spot Dante pointed to and the area below.

“Morrison, for the longest time, couldn’t figure out how the victims were being set on fire,” Dante explained suddenly. Looking up to him as he lowered his arm, you listened intently. “That’s why he came to me. ‘I don’t believe in spontaneous combustion, so something demonic must be happening to these people’ he had said,” Dante continued, his voice changing to mimic Morrison’s and you couldn’t help but chuckle at bit at the imitation.

“I mean, I don’t blame him… Humans are hard to burn,” you said, slowly turning back to the burnt house. “I-I mean, I assume so anyway, since we’re made of pretty fire retardate stuff,” you sputtered out quickly. “L-Like fat is pretty durable, and I can’t imagine bone is very easy to set fire to either, plus you’ve gotta get through skin first an—” Feeling a hand come down on your head, you snapped your mouth shut and jumped a bit. Turning back to look at Dante, he slowly ran his hand through your hair, brushing it to the side.

“We still aren’t quite sure…what he was doing to the victims to set them on fire, even though he was a fire demon, whether he was just setting them on fire and leaving, or if he was doing something to them before he set them on fire,” Dante said as he looked down to you. “But the important part is that he won’t be able to do it again.”

“…Right.” You agreed, slowly turning back to look at the house remains once more. “D-Dante?”

“What’s up, babe?”

“I-I uh…” stopping yourself, you began to tap your fingers on your side slowly as you tried to figure out how to word what you wanted to say. “I-I want to try and start getting things…back to normal.” Feeling the hand on your head shift, you turned around completely and put your back to the charred home. “S-Since everything’s now done, I-I think it’s time for me to go back to home and to work…”

“You sure you don’t need a few more days of recovery?” Dante asked, his eyes lowering to meet yours. Shaking your head a bit, you slowly reached up and pulled Dante’s hand off of your head.

“No, I’ll be fine,” you said as you slowly let go of Dante’s hand. Hearing a call in the distance, you turned and saw Morrison approaching you and Dante. Waving at the man, you waited til he was near before you greeted him. He lifted his hat and nodded at you and Dante, and slowly set his hat back on his head as he raised up a bag toward you.

Taking it slowly, he explained that the bag held all your belongings. Checking inside, you confirmed that your stuff was inside, but you sighed as you noticed the layer of dust on them and the smell of burning still lingering over them. You thanked Morrison as you closed the bag, and then slung it over your shoulder.

The three of you talked for a little while, mostly going over formalities as Morrison asked how you were doing. You explained your situation, emphasizing that you were happy to be able to move again without having a nurse yelling at you. The man couldn’t help but laugh a bit as you went on about your found again freedom, and it wasn’t long after when you finished rambling on that you and Dante departed from the area toward your apartment.

It was a longer walk than normal to your home, and though the sun hung high in the sky, the air was brisk as you and Dante walked side by side. You were barely paying attention to the people and events passing by you as you moved, your mind mostly focused on the next day. You wished to return back to your normal again, but as you turned a corner behind Dante, you couldn’t help but wonder what your normal was anymore.

Had the times of working depressingly day in and day out finally departed from you? It seemed like such a long time ago that you could barely pick up a book and finish it in a few days, as your free time at work was filled with making time pass by quickly as you awaited your next day off. It would be a relief to return to your routine once again, but there was conflict in you at the thought.

The normality had once caused you such despair, so the thoughts of wanting to return to it quickly were confusing. But this normality was different, your routine almost completely different than what it used to be. Although your days were still spent mostly at the library and then at home where you barely slept, no 2 days blurred together in a fog of memory when you tried to recollect when past events had occurred.

Almost every week since you had started to spend your Thursdays off at Devil May Cry had brought new events and excitement into your life, and you could recall each week as distinctly as the last. Even the weeks at work that were the most mundane and boring still stuck out to you as you were able to at least place the week to a date based on association to what had happened at Devil May Cry. No longer had you walked home with thoughts circling back on themselves as you paced through the darkness. Had the game that life had thrown you into really shaken up your life so much that it was allowing you to almost completely reinvent yourself? Or had you finally freed yourself from the rut you were dug into so that you could see everything more clearly than before you had met Dante?

At the sight of your apartment door, you pulled your bag down from your shoulder, dreading opening it for a second before you dug your hand into it in search of your keys. Pulling them out, you returned your bag to your shoulder and began to shake out your keys as you eyed your house key. Grabbing onto the correct one, you walked up to your apartment door, but stopped just outside it.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said as you turned around.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s on the way to my place any way so,” Dante said, bringing his arms up and shrugging a bit. “Before I leave though,” seeing Dante reach into his jacket, you watched him. His face furrowed a bit as he checked the other side of his jacket before he pulled his hand out, a box now in hand.

“What’s that?” you asked as you looked over the box. Dante shook his head a bit and handed the box to you. Taking it, it was very heavy, much heavier than you thought it was, and you looked at Dante.

“You don’t like the type who’d go out and get one yourself, but it’s a gun,” Dante explained as he crossed his arms over his chest. Looking down at the box again, you raised an eyebrow. “It’s just…In case you need it.”

“…Thank you,” you said, slowly opening your bag and setting it inside gently.

“You ever shoot a gun before? Or I guess, do you know how to use one?” Dante asked.

“It’s been a while, but I’m kind of familiar with them,” you explained as you closed your bag.

“That’s good, then I’m not worried you’ll shoot your roommate or someone. Then, if you’re wanting to get things back to normal, should I expect you at the store on Thursday?”

“…What day is it today?” you asked.

“Tuesday, I think?”

“Maybe not this week…” you chuckled a bit, bringing your hand up and adjusting your bag a bit. “I’m surprised you’re not sick of having me around the store.”

“I don’t think I could get sick of having you around the store,” Dante said, his hands coming up to rest on his sides.

“That’s a fat lie if I’ve ever heard one,” you countered, sticking your tongue out a little bit.

“Hey, I’m a lot of bad things, but I‘m not a liar!” Dante replied, his one hand coming up to cover his heart and his other raising into the air. “Swear on my life!”

“So… you’re swearing on your life full of lewd magazines, overindulging on alcohol, and being a professional demon killer?” you chuckled. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to believe you more or less now!” Dante laughed a bit and brought his hands down to his sides.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit as you watched the man for a second. As you and Dante slowly grew quiet, you found yourself looking over the man slowly. You found yourself looking at his lips for a bit before you looked up to his eyes, catching him also looking over you. Feeling your face grow hot, you quickly turned your head away and stared at the nearby trash can as you tried to sputter out words. Feeling a hand come up under your chin, you flinched a bit and looked up at Dante again as his hand lowered a bit.

Seeing his face show a bit of surprise, you looked between his hand and his face before you gently lowered your chin down to touch his hand again. Dante let out a low hum, and you felt like your head was going to explode from how warm it felt. Feeling a bit of pressure under your chin, you furrowed your eyebrows a bit just before Dante moved closer, his feet bringing him closer to you.

Without thinking, you slid your feet back slowly, your back gently meeting the wall as the entirety of Dante drew closer. Bringing your hand up, your bag and keys fell to the ground, something you barely noticed as you laid your hand over Dante’s arm.

Your eyes met Dante’s as he neared, and you only broke your locked gaze with him when you began to feel his breathe on your face, your eyes going down to his lips again. Dante’s head tilted just before he stopped, his nose just about to touch yours and your face was still burning, but you barely noticed as you stared at the lips hovering near yours. Squeezing Dante’s arm a bit, you suddenly realized that he had moved his hand and had placed both his arms on each side of you, locking you to the wall.

When Dante began to move forward, you closed your eyes slowly, feeling the warm breath on your face grow closer. Your heart skipped a beat when you finally felt the touch of Dante’s lips on yours, and your breath caught in your chest. Feeling the lips against yours move, you gently clenched your hand and let your lungs relax as you began to move your lips as well, your heart feeling like it was going to pound right out of your chest.

Dante was surprisingly soft as he kept his lips moving with yours, both his kiss and his lips, and you felt yourself slowly relax the more you moved your lips with the man. He didn’t press himself closer to you, but you felt a growing need in you for more contact as he pulled back for a second.

Feeling his breath on your face again, you slowly opened your eyes a small bit, catching sight of the man’s expression that was softer than any expression you had ever seen before. Feeling your breath hitch a little bit, you reached up, your hand grazing Dante’s jaw lightly as you reached around his head. Weaving your hand through the silver hair and cupping your hand at the base of Dante’s neck, you pulled the man closer, pushing your lips against his again.

Dante hummed lightly as his lips began to move against yours, his movements more firm as he pressed against you. You combed your fingers through the man’s hair as you mirrored his actions, your heart still racing in the moment. The kiss only lasted a few more seconds before Dante pulled away again, his forehead resting against yours gently as you tried to catch your breath.

You hesitantly opened your eyes, and you felt your face burn up at the look Dante was giving you. You felt your lips move a bit as you wanted to say something, but nothing came out from your mouth.

“…It seems you’ve fallen under my spell,” Dante said quietly, his voice more rough than you’re ever heard before. You shivered a bit, your hand slowly coming back around the man and resting over his chest as you tilted your head a bit.

“Y-Your spell…?” Being completely flustered in the moment, you were taking a second to process what Dante had just said to you.

“Remember? I told you I was an incubus,” Dante said as he winked. Feeling your lips pull tight, you lifted your hand up and pushed it up under the man’s chin, pushing him off of you.

“You’re a dork, that’s what you are!” You said as you felt Dante’s arms remove themselves from around you. The man laughed, his hands coming up to grasp lightly at your wrist. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit as well, though a bit mad that you had given into to such a dork. Feeling your hand be removed from Dante’s chin, the man brought your hand down and held it lightly. Pulling it toward his face, Dante kissed the top lightly, and you couldn’t help but flush a bit as the man stared you directly in the eye as he did so.

“I’ll…see you next Thursday then?” he asked lightly as he let your hand linger near his mouth. You nodded lightly as you gently poked the man on the nose.

“Yeah, see you Thursday,” you said quietly. Dante hesitated a moment before he let your hand go. He knelt down and grabbed your bag and keys, bringing it up for you to grab. You smiled a bit and grabbed them, and Dante lingered for only a moment more before he turned around and started to walk down the alley, his arm coming up to give you a backhanded, two finger wave.

You only turned around once Dante was out of sight around the corner, your hand fumbling a bit to insert your key in the lock. Finally succeeding in causing the lock tumblers to align, you withdrew your keys and threw open the door to the inside. Hearing a loud crash suddenly, you jumped a bit, your keys flying from your hand to the floor nearby.

“Son of a bitch!” Hearing the voice come from the other room, you called out to the source as you stepped inside more, closing the door behind you. “You scared me!” Alecz said as they rounded the corner from the living room. “W-What’s with that face? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I-I’ve…just never heard you curse before,” you admitted, wondering what your face could look like in the moment. Bending down to grab your keys, you placed them in your bag before you rose to your feet again. “Sorry for scaring you, I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s fine, just startled me a bit, and I accidentally threw my book…” Alecz said as they shook their head. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the image of Alecz throwing a book that had appeared in your head. Alecz smiled lightly at your laugh and leaned on the wall nearby. “Welcome home, by the way.”

“Thank you!” you said, grinning a bit. “It’s…nice to be home again.” Shifting your bag on your shoulder, you looked around the apartment to see if anything had changed since you were last home. Noticing no changes, you turned back to Alecz.

“Nice…arm thing.” Alecz commented, pointing at your sling.

“Oh, my sling?” Lifting your arm up gently, you held it closer to Alecz for them to look at. “The nurse and Dante insisted I wear it cause I was, as they said, ‘troublesome’, so it’s supposed to keep me from moving my arm.”

“…I agree with them.” Alecz said bluntly.

“What? I am not ‘troublesome’!” you rebutted, pouting. Alecz only laughed lightly and removed themselves from the wall.

“Sure you aren’t. Will…you be returning to work tomorrow?” they asked as they turned and made their way to the living room.

“I think I will, depending on if I feel okay in the morning,” you answered, slowly following them to the living space. Alecz made their way to their usual place, slowly picking up a book from the ground as they leant down to sit. “I’m thinking that if I just…knock myself out with something then I’ll sleep long enough and feel well enough to work in the morning.”

“…I don’t think that that is how sleep works.” Alecz commented as they paged through their book slowly.

“I’ll let you know tomorrow if it works or not!” you grinned and turned, making your way to your room. Stepping toward your desk, you slid open the bottom drawer of your desk, and carefully rummaged through the miscellaneous items that were discarded and forgotten about in it.

Pulling out an old pill bottle, you held the base of it in your injured hand and used your good hand to twist the top off. You tapped the bottle onto the lid until 4 pills came out, and you slowly lifted the lid up to your mouth. Leaning your head back, you let the 4 pills fall into the back of your throat, and you swallowed them. Terry had yelled at you about the dangers of dry swallowing pills when you were in the hospital and needed to take an assortment of pills to help your body recover. You couldn’t even remember half of what you had taken during your stay since the names were so complicated, but it seemed like they helped you.

Recapping the bottle and throwing it back in the drawer, you used your foot to close it as you turned around and stepped toward your bed. Refusing to properly remove your shoes, you merely toed them off before you spun around and fell onto your bed.

It wasn’t longer before the sleep pills began to make your eye lids feel heavy, and you felt yourself fight the urge to sleep a bit as anxiety edged its way into your mind at the thought of nightmares. But you succumbed to sleep finally, your eyes closing at some point in the night as the feeling of exhaustion flowed through every part of you.

“C’mon, I have one arm that still works just fine!”

“Nope! Front desk for you!”

You were hoping to go back to normality today, but your boss was being particularly stubborn about letting you do anything. And so you sat at the front desk and pouted the loudest you could. Your boss was less than amused by your pouting, but he tried to pay no mind to it as he reshelved the bookshelves on the first floor.

Spinning around in the chair, you knew the day was going to be slow, as the middle of the week never brought many new people in. Kids were in school, and the cooler weather meant that there would be less random wanderers walking around, and so the chances of you needing to do much of anything was small.

Setting your feet down on the under-desk crate, your placed your elbow on the table with your cheek against your hand as you sighed loudly. You wanted to tap your hands on the table, wanted to move your feet around, wanted to do SOMETHING, but you worried that you were going to be making too much noise for the few people who were sitting in the library.

Reaching over and grabbing the reservations folder, you flipped it open gently and skimmed over it. There weren’t a lot of reservations for you to go through, and you wanted to groan. Placing your head on the papers, you closed your eyes for a moment and thought.

You had begun your routine again, the normality that you so desperately wanted to break before, and yet your mind wandered over to the case again. Something was bothering you still, a tiny little detail in your mind that you just couldn’t let go. It was probably a detail that you had misheard, or maybe it was just because of how odd the case was, but you needed something to do and so this detail was going to be sanity savior for the week.

“Hey, Boss!” you called out at your boss as you waved at him. “Can you bring the microfilm reader up here for me?” Seeing your boss’ disapproving look, you grinned a bit. “Please?”

You weren’t even sure where to start looking, all you knew was that Lain, whose name made your stomach turn a bit, had been involved in an arson case a few years ago. That’s what Dante had told you, and that was all you had to work with as you started shuffling through the microfilms. You decided it was reasonable to start 3 years ago and just go back from there, also setting the go back limit that you were going to stop at to be 6 years ago.

You didn’t think you’d be sitting in front of the microfilm reader again, one handedly replacing the films as you scanned through the old papers, and yet that’s just what you did for your entire shift. It was tremendously boring, just like the last time you had hauled the microfilm reader out to the front for research, but at least it was something to do. Film after film you loaded up and skimmed the stories they held, and yet there was nothing you found that you were interested in on any of the old papers. There were plenty of stories that you read that unraveled backwards as you worked back in time, stories that you’d see the conclusions to before you saw the beginning, and it was fascinating to see the details that were included in hindsight that would’ve made the story of the case easier to solve. And yet there was a complete absence of stories in all of the papers on arson.

As you locked up the library for the night, a large sigh left you as you threw your keys back into your bag. There was always tomorrow to keep looking, hell, there was every day until next Thursday that you’d have to skim through all the microfilms. You had barely made a dent in the stack of films you wanted to get through, but progress was progress, even if it was just one step at a time.

Walking home had a strange welcomeness to it, the sight of your breath in front of you and the darkened streets a familiar sight as you paced down the sidewalk. The houses and businesses you passed by hadn’t changed since the last time you had walked home, the leaves in front of them still crisp and the frost forming on them still shining as the street light shone over them just like it had done before you were taken.

It was only as you stepped onto the bridge near the city park that something began to feel different. You couldn’t place the feeling exactly, but it was dense, heavy in you as you walked across the bridge. You couldn’t help your feet as they began to move faster, your breath coming out faster and harder as you made your way over the bridge.

Home was only a short distance away, however, and it was only when you were inside, the door closed and both locks set up that you felt like you could relax. Your left arm hurt, and you barely wanted to unclench your hand as you knew it was going to hurt like hell to do. Making your way to the bathroom, you threw your bag and keys into your room before you stepped into the bathroom.

Removing your sling slowly, you tossed it onto the counter before you sat down and began to change your dressing. Your wound was healing well, but it still had a long way to go before it was completely better. It had only been just above 1 week since you had been found, and so it had only been a week since the stitches were put in.

You were told that you would need to go back to the hospital to have Doctor Frostla check up on the progress of how your arm was healing. You were less than thrilled to have to go back to the hospital, and even less thrilled to learn if you would need more surgeries in the future to help your arm. You knew that you would probably need some sort of physical therapy to help you regain function in your hand again, but you were most worried about the feeling in your fingers. You could barely feel anything on your index finger and middle finger, and it was difficult to uncurl them so that they could lay straight. You wondered if you’d ever be able to have normal function in your hand again.

Wrapping up your arm again, you decided against putting it back in the sling. You still brought the sling with you as you made your way back to your room, but you threw it at your bag as you climbed into bed. As you slowly pulled the comforter of your bed, you felt exhaustion hit you, the toll of returning back to work effecting you. It was almost nice to feel your regular exhaustion again, but still the coil of anxiety hit you at the thought of sleep. Pausing before you pulled the comforter over you, you glanced at the drawer.

You couldn’t remember if you had had any dreams the night before, which was definitely better than remembering them, so you as you rose up from your bed, you decided that it would be better to try and keep your dreams minimal if you had any say in the matter.

Today was your day off, technically, and your boss made it known as you stepped in the library. But you didn’t have anything else to do. Well, you could’ve gone into Devil May Cry, of course, but you felt odd about considering going back to the store only 1 day after you had told Dante you wanted to be at home. You also felt odd considering what had happened outside of your home just 2 days prior, something that made your face burn and made you want to smash your face into any nearby surface that wouldn’t break thinking about it.

Your boss protested your disuse of the sling as you sat on your chair, and you merely rolled your eyes at him as you used only your good hand to load the microfilm reader. Seeing you not using your injured hand seemed to calm his worries, and he left you to attend the front as he returned to reshelf books like he had done the previous day. You knew he wouldn’t be spending the whole day shelving like he had yesterday as there weren’t nearly as many books as there usually was to put back. His snarky comments and quick wit would be back up to the front to bother you soon enough, so you were going to enjoy the quiet in the front until that happened.

Loading up one of the more stubborn rolls of film, you adjusted it under the glass before you leaned back in your chair and began to skim over the paper. It seemed like any other paper on any other day, the main headline being something about the local sports team, and the next story down being a local story about some local guy you didn’t really care about. Turning the roll and letting the paper slide up to the next page, you stopped suddenly.

Zooming in on one part of the second page, you noticed a small story about a local fire case being put on the shelves. It wasn’t a long story at all, but it listed some dates of local fires that had recently occurred. Jotting down the dates, you looked around the front desk area to see if anyone was approaching you before you ran to the archives room.

Grabbing all the microfilm from the written down dates, you jogged back to the microfilm reader at the front and began to swap out the film in the machine for the one whose date was the furthest back in time. Adjusting the film under the glass again, you looked up to the screen and once again began your viewing of the paper.

The front page told you no information about a fire, and it wasn’t until the third page that a fire was even mentioned. It was only in a small story that the fire was mentioned, and you sighed a bit as you pulled out the microfilm to replace it with the next film.

Continuing your loading and skimming thrice more, you groaned a bit at the lack of information that each paper was giving you. The papers would only talk about the places that were set on fire, and if people were hurt in the fire. None of them talked about previous fires nor what kind of investigations were being conducted in regard to the fires.

It was as you were unloading the 5th film that you noticed the dates of each fire. They weren’t terribly close in time, but they were almost consistent in being 1 month and some days apart. Looking at the date of the last fire, it was odd that they stopped so suddenly after what seemed to be a consistent year of fires. Grabbing the microfilm of the last fire mentioned on the string of written down dates, you loaded it up and flipped down the glass.

The front page had the main headline talk about the biggest fire of the previous ones, one that had consumed half of a neighborhood and had killed over 20 people. But you barely noticed the details written on the page as the picture on the front caught your eye. Lain, the murderous liver-stealing demon, was standing on the front page, his face full of tears as he appeared to be talking to a reporter near the fire. The quality of the page wasn’t very clear, but you recognized the man’s face and his tattoo.

Something was wrong, however, something you couldn’t exactly point out within the picture. You felt tight, your breath caught in your chest as you stared at the page, your eyes refusing to move away from it. The coil of dread had filled you quickly when your eyes first saw Lain, and now it was threatening you as you continued to look at the page.

Quickly you turned off the machine, the glass lifting and releasing the film from below it. You were finally able to release your breath as you pushed yourself away from the reader, and you spun yourself away from the machine as you brought your hand up to your chest. Your breaths came out quickly, and you pressed on your chest to try to even them out.

When you had finally collected yourself after a minute, you pulled the microfilm from the machine slowly and set it back in place inside the archives room. You kept the paper full of dates however, and you folded it into the pocket of your bag as you sat yourself back into your seat.

For the rest of the shift, all you did was work on the few reservations that you had. It was boring, but you didn’t want nor have the energy to do anything else.

Shaking your keys out, you inserted the library key and locked the door before you threw them back into your bag. The dense feeling in you appeared again after you had taken a few steps from the library, and you found yourself moving faster than usual as you made your way home once again. You could barely feel your legs as you crossed the bridge, and your lungs were burning as you breathed rapidly. Even as you jogged down the alley and entered your home, your lungs refused to hold the air for very long.

You made sure to check the locks on the door twice before you turned away from the front door, and you didn’t even want to bother changing your dressings as your hands were shaking tremendously as you sat yourself down on your bed. You let your bag fall from your shoulder and to the ground as you slid toward the edge of your bed.

Reaching forward, you opened your drawer and grabbed the pill bottle again. You had taken 4 before, and it seemed to work, but as you tried to pour out the pills into the lid, 6 came out. Accepting that your hand wasn’t going to cooperate with you, you downed the 6 pills, again without water, and twisted on the cap again. You threw the bottle back in the drawer and kicked it closed with your foot, a bit too roughly as it slammed shut.

Throwing yourself back onto your comforter, you closed your eyes and focused only on your breathing as you waited for your body to drag you back into sleep.

You were back at work again, back to stocking shelves, back to the normal again. Maybe that would’ve been the most terrifying thing about what was happening if you didn’t know what was coming. But you knew what was going to happen.

You couldn’t stop yourself from leaving the library, the door slamming shut behind you. It irritated you that you knew you left the door unlocked, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

Your body was moving on its own along the already set path, and although the path was so familiar to you, it was completely wrong. The parked cars weren’t where they normally were, the houses were distorted and broken down, and the street was dark and barely visible under everything.

You could barely recall walking the entirety of your way home, but you quickly found yourself back in the alley.

There they were again, the beady eyes that screamed hunger as they stared at you. Something was different about them though, something you couldn’t point out.

The eyes grew closer to you, and try as you might, your body refused to move as the beginnings of a figure began to appear under the suddenly turn-on alley lights.

The figure was unfamiliar, not the demon beast you had seen in previous dreams during your sleep, and you already wanted to scream. It wasn’t until the mouth of the beast opened and let out a puff of smoke that you were able to scream though.

Your body refused to move though, even when the gigantic snake came within reaching distance of you, it’s mouth slowly opening the closer it got.

The more that you saw of the inside of the demon’s mouth, the louder you screamed, and the faster time seemed to move on.

Finally, all you could see was the inside of the beast’s mouth, the edges of your sight that could once see the alleyway walls completely were covered with the flesh of the demon covering the entirety of you.

Darkness slowly consumed you as the beast closed its mouth, and your screams echoed off of the walls around you.

You weren’t sure how you had even become aware of the loud noise, and you weren’t sure how you had gotten yourself to the front door, but as you stood in front of it with a man standing just outside your apartment, you felt your body feel just as fuzzy as your head did from being pulled out of sleep suddenly.

You didn’t know the man standing outside your apartment, his face familiar but also completely new to you as you stood before him, your right arm holding the door open as he stared you down. The right side of his face was scarred up, and under his hair he seemed to be missing his right ear, something that you tried not to focus on as you wondered who he could be.

You wanted to say something to him, but nothing came out of your mouth as your brain tried to form words. You found it hard to even stand up and hold the door, let alone move your mouth to form complicated sounds. You shuffled your feet a bit, trying to find a better way to stand as you waited for the man to speak.

Your movement seemed to affect the man and he quickly stepped into your space, taking you off guard with your arm quickly pulling free form the door as you stumbled backwards into your home. Your back met with the wall, however, and you let yourself lean against it as the man stepped closer, his arm coming up to push the door completely open before he grabbed at the edge of the door. You watched the man’s arm reel back and slam the door shut hard enough that one of your decorative paintings nearby fell to the floor.

It was as you were staring at the man’s arm that your heart skipped a beat, the coil of dread filling every inch of your body as realization smacked you in the face as you finally knew why the photograph you had seen of the culprit, Lain, looked so wrong.

His tattoo was on the wrong arm.

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ladymdc · 6 years

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OC Interview

I was tagged by a several AMAZING people. Like seriously guys, why do you like me?: @star--nymph, @laraslandlockedblues, @kawakaeguri, @briarfox13 & because @kimpossibility specifically mentioned Evelyn in WitD, that’s the AU she’ll be responding in bc kim’s comments on that fic give me life. LIFE I TELL YOU!

*happy cries*

((To prevent any potential spoilers, she’ll be answering from the point I’m at in the fic.))

1. What is your name?

“Evelyn.”

2. What is your real name?

“Evelyn...” she repeats slowly; the marginal quirk of her lip becoming almost amused.

3. Do you know why you were called that?

"I do, it’s a very lovely story.”

4. Are you single or taken?

She shrugs a shoulder. "Somewhere in between.”

5. Have any abilities or powers?

"I mean, that’s why we’re talking isn’t it?“ she asks as the mark in the palm of her hand begins to glow emerald green.

6. Stop being a Mary Sue

Evelyn raises her brow. “Please, tell me how you really feel.”

7. What’s your eye colour?

She leans forward and opens her eyes really big. “Does this help?”

8. How about your hair colour?

"Are you color blind? Like seriously, I’m not trying to be an asshole here.”

9. Have you any family members?

"Dante is all I have left,” she says, absently petting his dark gray fur.

10. Oh? What about pets?

“Nope.”

11. That’s cool I guess, now tell me about something you don’t like.

"Besides the obvious?” she asks wryly. “I hate sand. Bugs. Cucumbers. Gin.”

12. Do you have any hobbies/activities you like doing?

“I like crossword puzzles; they are the only good thing you can find in the papers nowadays. Baking. Reading. I miss research just for the sake of research, but the stuff I’m working on is still a good distraction. Look, I’ve almost got it,” she says brightly as a foot-long blade apparates in her hand. “Just a little smaller and it’ll be perfect.”

13. Ever hurt anyone before?

"I have.”

14. Ever… killed anyone before?

She dismisses the spell with a shrug. “No one that didn’t deserve it.”

15. What kind of animal are you?

"I’m not a shapeshifter. Unfortunately.”

16. Name your worst habits.

“I’m told I’m reckless, and overly sarcastic. Oh, and I pick at my fingernails.”

17. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Leliana has taught me a lot over the years. If it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I’d still be here.”

18. Gay, straight, or bisexual?

Her brow furrows. “Bi-curious?”

19. Do you go to school?

"With all...” she waves her hand dismissively. “This going on? Maker, no. Maybe when it’s over I’ll be able to finish my thesis, but I’m not holding my breath.”

20. Do you ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"I think that’s a very nice... dream to have.”

21. Do you have any fanboys/fangirls?

"Doubtful.”

22. What are you most scared of?

“Spiders,” she says, shivering. “Blech.”

23. What do you usually wear?

Evelyn leans back in the chair and holds her arms out to the side so you can see. “Well, not this specific outfit every day, but you get the drift,” she says brushing off some unnoticeable piece of offense from her skirt.

24. Do you love someone?

A hint of color appears high on her cheeks. “Of course.”

25. When was the last time you wet yourself?

"Fucking Andraste, are you serious right now?”

26. Well, it’s not over yet!

"Wonderful...”

27. What class are you? (High class, middle class, low class)

"You know as well as I do the Trevelyans are nobility.”

28. How many friends do you have?

"Plenty.”

29. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Depends on the kind of pie.”

30. Favourite drink?

"I like to think of myself as a whiskey connoisseur. You can add that to the hobbies part too.”

31. What’s your favourite place?

"I miss the sea, and the rain.”

32. Are you interested in someone?

"I am.”

33. What’s your bra cup size and/or how big is your willy?

She cups her breasts, gives them a measuring shake. “A good handful I’d say, and I don’t have a dick - in case you’re wondering.”

34. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

"I like the sea, but I’d rather swim in a lake.”

35. What’s your type?

"Apparently my type is tall and grumpy.”

36. Any fetishes?

One corner of her mouth lifts lazily. “I do have a thing for rope.”

37. Seme or uke? Top or Bottom? Dominant or Submissive?

"I like to switch things up.”

38. Camping or indoors?

“Indoors. Bugs... remember?”

39. Are you wanting the interview to end?

"It’s a change of pace at least.”

40. Now it’s over!

"Perfect. Tell Varric we’re even before you leave.”

I’ll tag: @wardenofmyheart @nurvorn @numphet @laurelsofhighever @thejeeperswife @underthedreadwolfsgaze @ellstersmash @solverne-02 @windysuspirations & @nylahvellan

As always, feel free to ignore me. ❤️

#tag meme #fandom positivity #my oc #evelyn isla trevelyan #noir au

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junker-town · 5 years

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Jadeveon Clowney has never been better, stats be damned

Jadeveon Clowney wreaked havoc for the Seahawks in an upset victory over the 49ers in Week 10.

This season, Clowney is proving his doubters wrong and the Seahawks right. Retired defensive end Stephen White breaks down just how big of an impact Clowney has had.

Think back to all those folks who loudly doubted that Jadeveon Clowney was legit after he went No. 1 overall to the Texans. How quick some were to label him a bust after a slow, injury-filled start to his career. Not only did he not let that criticism get to him, he just put his head down and kept working his ass off until his play could shut every single one of those doubters up. I have to say it’s mighty quiet in those corners these days.

I still don’t quite understand the Texans’ decision to not offer him a contract on par with his value to that defense, but their reluctance continues to pay huge dividends for the Seahawks after they traded for him right before the start of the season. Because he missed pretty much the whole offseason, including padded practices in the preseason, he had gotten off to a somewhat slow start at the beginning of the year, but now he is looking like the Clowney of old.

Actually, he’s looking a little better.

At this point in his career, the guy is a cosmic-level game wrecker, plain and simple. It’s hard to even quantify the damage he does to opposing offenses with any sort of statistics. There are just so many things he does that don’t really translate to a stat sheet, but those plays end up making a difference in the game. Even when he isn’t the one making the play, Clowney will often be so disruptive that he clears a path for his teammates to make the play. You have to actually watch the guy play if you really want to get a feel for the true impact he has.

The Seahawks’ 24-21 overtime win over the formerly undefeated 49ers was a prime example of this.

The 18 (!) plays that Clowney made to help the Seahawks beat the 49ers

Just to illustrate for those of you who weren’t fortunate enough to stay up and watch his magnificent performance, and to show you just how much credit Clowney deserves for the Seahawks pulling out that division road win, let me do something different and list all of the plays in which Clowney was a factor for Seattle’s defense on Monday night.

LDE = Left Defensive End RDE = Right Defensive End

First Quarter

15:00 (RDE): Absolutely destroyed 49ers right guard Mike Person, who was pulling on a counter play, and knocked him back into running back Tevin Coleman before Clowney came off the block and tackled Coleman for a 1-yard gain.

12:38 (LDE): Beat right tackle Mike McGlinchey with a quick jab ole on the line of scrimmage, and pressured quarterback Jimmy Garoppolo into an incompletion and laid a nice hit on him to boot.

12:33 (LDE): Ripped inside of tight end Garrett Celek, who pulled across the formation on a play-action pass, and ran right through Garoppolo’s chest as Clowney forced Garoppolo into another incompletion.

2:42 (RDE): After exiting earlier with an apparent ankle injury, he came back in the game after San Francisco made it all the way down to the Seattle 14-yard line. Clowney immediately made a tackle on rookie wide receiver Deebo Samuel out in space on a jet sweep by forcing him out of bounds after stunting inside and taking on left guard Laken Tomlinson’s reach block.

Second Quarter

10:11 (LDE): Slid inside of McGlinchey with a quick jab ole again at the line of scrimmage, ran through Person’s attempt to help out, and pressured Garoppolo into another incompletion.

9:31 (RDE): Got a clean win on left tackle Joe Staley with a two-step hump move and got to Garoppolo just as he was completing a pass to Kendrick Bourne. Clowney finished the play by slinging Garoppolo to the ground.

2:57 (RDE): Executed a perfect scoop-and-score after his teammate, defensive tackle Jarran Reed, caused Garoppolo to fumble the football while sacking him. Clowney outraced Staley with an arm-over, and that touchdown put the Seahawks on the scoreboard for the first time all game.

2:05 (RDE): After coming inside on a pass-rush game, Clowney drove Tomlinson back into Garoppolo’s lap, then used his 37.5-inch vertical to put himself right into Garoppolo’s passing lane, which forced Jimmy G to deliver the ball a tad too high down the field to his receiver, Dante Pettis, on third-and-14.

Third Quarter

10:56 (RDE): Shot by Staley with a quick out-in-out move at the line of scrimmage and forced Garoppolo to step up into the waiting arms of Reed and defensive tackle Poona Ford, who took him down for a 5-yard loss. The 49ers turned the ball over on downs two plays later.

4:37 (RDE): Ripped right through tight end Ross Dwelley on an inside move vs. a play-action pass look and hit Garoppolo up top, but missed the sack. However, Clowney’s pressure allowed his teammate, defensive lineman Quinton Jefferson, to lay a big hit on Garoppolo right after he avoided Clowney. Jefferson was flagged for helmet-to-helmet contact on Garoppolo, so technically those plays didn’t happen. If you ask Garoppolo, I’d bet he would say both of those hits definitely happened, though.

4:20 (RDE): Forced Garoppolo into a throwaway on a tight end screen after the 49ers chose to leave him unblocked.

3:46 (LDE): Drove McGlinchey right back into Garoppolo’s lap, then came off inside and knocked the ball out of Garoppolo’s hand with his inside (right) hand for a sack and fumble, which Ford recovered at the 49ers’ 24-yard line. The Seahawks would score a touchdown on the ensuing drive.

Fourth Quarter

7:09 (LDE): Completely fooled McGlinchey with a quick out-in-out move for a clean win outside and jumped into Garoppolo’s throwing lane again on an RPO to force him to the hold on to the ball. That allowed defensive tackle Al Woods to sack Garoppolo for a 5-yard loss after the 49ers had already made it down to the Seahawks’ 16-yard line. The 49ers would end up settling for a field goal on that drive.

1:39 (RDE): Ran slap over Staley and knocked him right on his ass. Clowney just about pressured Garoppolo into throwing a game-ending interception to linebacker K.J. Wright, but Wright flat-out dropped it.

1:16 (RDE): Jacked up Staley a few steps with a power rush, then fell off inside on what looked like a late-developing pass-rush game. Then Clowney gave Tomlinson the business and worked to get past him cleanly. Clowney was about to reach out with his inside (left) arm and grab Garoppolo by his left arm, pressuring him again into almost throwing a game-ending interception. This time it was linebacker Bobby Wagner who appeared to have feet for hands.

Overtime

5:34 (RDE): Did a great job playing tight end Levine Toilolo’s cut-off block from the backside of a fullback lead zone running play away from him, chasing it down to make the tackle on Raheem Mostert after a short gain.

4:58 (RDE): Whipped Staley again with a quick out-in-out move at the line of scrimmage, then ripped inside of Mostert to force Garoppolo into scrambling out of the pocket and into a throwaway.

4:11 (RDE): Blew up Person on an influence trap play once again, knocking him into Mostert, and tackling Mostert for no gain. The Seahawks would hold up on the next play, leading to a field goal attempt that would ultimately go awry.

Now that, folks, is one hell of a game!

Clowney was never a bust, but he’s really put it all together in Seattle

After watching him tear the 49ers a new one, I went back and read my old draft breakdown of Clowney (his was the first one I’d ever done for SB Nation). It brought back a lot of memories I hadn’t thought about in a long time. There were folks questioning everything from his heart to his hustle back then. And some of the criticism that I disagreed with the most came from people whose football minds I respected a lot.

Back then, I was just getting my feet wet in the draft analyst game, and I’ll be honest and say that some of that talk did make me second-guess my assessment of Clowney. But the more I saw of him in the pros, the more convinced I became that I was right about him from the start.

In between injuries for his first few years, Clowney continued to flash that incredible ability I saw from him in college. I saw enough of those “wtf” plays that I was confident if he could just stay healthy for an extended period of time, he was going to dominate.

Remember that big tackle for a loss in the bowl game Clowney made at South Carolina? Well, for me, the most impressive part of that play wasn’t the big hit at the end. Instead, it was the rare quickness he displayed in beating the blocker to get himself in position to make that play that had me amped. I knew that kind of quickness would be hell for NFL blockers to try to deal with.

Now that he’s back to being completely healthy, I’m used to seeing him make those same kinds of breathtaking plays in the league on a weekly basis.

One of the things that irritated the shit out of me about how Clowney played when he was in Houston was how he would rely so heavily on his bull rush, even though he was and is so physically gifted. The guy is a damn load, obviously, but with his athleticism, it was criminal that he was running down the middle of offensive tackles most of the game, instead of mixing in more finesse moves to keep blockers on their toes.

I don’t know if they are coaching him up different now in Seattle, or if he has just matured as a pass rusher, but Clowney is constantly working to an edge and using his bull rush as more of a changeup.

You love to see it!

Unless, of course, you are Jimmy Garoppolo or any of the other quarterbacks he has or will face this season.

Keep in mind, Clowney is set to be a free agent next spring if the Seahawks can’t find a way to extend him before then. If you are wondering why your team should try to sign him if it gets to that, but you haven’t actually watched him play much, please don’t pay any attention to the fact that he only has three sacks on the year. Clowney has been getting a ton of pressures all season, and what you read in this post is indicative of what he can bring to any team in the NFL.

The price of the brick will keep going up as the season rolls on. He has shown that he can thrive as an outside linebacker or as a hand-in-the-dirt defensive end, as well as a situational interior pass rusher and blitzer as well. He can be destructive no matter where you line him up and if your team wants him, it just might have to take out a loan to help cover the freight. The scary part is now that he has finally knocked all the rust off, he will probably see a jump in his sack totals in the second half of the season, too.

As a matter of fact, if Clowney keeps playing this way, he may just find himself and his team within striking distance of a earning a ring at the end of this season.

He has already been worth every penny of the franchise deal he is playing on this season for the Seahawks.

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illusivegore · 5 years

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Eight to Consider: Games of Last Generation – Part Two

Well, I guess it’s finally time to lay the previous generation of games to rest. If you missed the first part of my list, you can check it out here. In it I discussed the first 10 of my top 20 favorite PlayStation 3 and Xbox 360 games. So for what could be the final time I discuss them, I give to you 10 more games from last generation for your consideration.

10. Plants vs. Zombies

Platforms: PSN, XBLA, Microsoft Windows, OS X, iOS, Google Chrome, Nintendo DS, DSiWare, Bada, Android, Windows Phone, PlayStation Vita, BlackBerry Table OS, BlackBerry 10

Plants vs. Zombies is the perfect take on the tower defense game and the best game I’ve ever played in the genre. If you asked me to, I’d be hard pressed to find a flaw within it. Everything from level design and progression to the art and music is on point. It also features some of the most addictive gameplay I’ve ever had the joy of experiencing. I’ve played Plants vs. Zombies to completion (multiple times) on no less than five different platforms and would gladly add to that list should another opportunity arise.

9. Mass Effect 3

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows, Wii U

Mass Effect 3 is a fantastic game that gets a lot of flack thanks to its lackluster ending. While I agree that it wasn’t the best way to end such an amazing trilogy, it’s not nearly as bad as some people would lead you to believe. It is still a great entry in the trilogy and has the best gameplay of the three games. It also introduced multiplayer for the first time in the series which, after my initial skepticism, I fell in love with. I spent somewhere around 165 hours with the multiplayer alone and had some great times with a couple of my friends playing. While Mass Effect 3 isn’t the best game in the series, it’s still better than a vast majority of the games released last generation.

8. Borderlands

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows, OS X

In a world where so many shooters are trying to implement RPG elements and RPGs are trying to pander to shooter fans, Borderlands is one of the few games that actually gets both aspects right. The shooter gameplay feels great and the progression, skill trees, and loot system are some of the most satisfying of this past generation. On top of all of that, Borderlands is a genuinely funny, entertaining game that never takes itself too seriously. Whether you’re playing solo or with friends, there are hours and hours of enjoyment to be had here.

7. Spelunky

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows, PlayStation 4, PlayStation Vita

If you’ve been a reader of the site for a while, you may already be aware of the love I have for Spelunky. It has quickly become one of my favorite games of all time. Much like Super Meat Boy, I’d consider it a modern day masterpiece. It’s not an easy game, by any means, so the first time I ever completed Hell I actually felt like I had accomplished something. It remains one of my proudest video game moments and thanks to that Spelunky is one of the few games I can actually claim to be at least decent at.

6. BioShock

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows, Mac OS X, iOS, PlayStation 4, Xbox One

BioShock was the first game I ever played on the Xbox 360 and after being away from games for a few years, it completely blew me away. I remember seeing the water for the first time; I almost lost my mind with how good it looked. After getting over the initial awe I felt, I soon found that not only was BioShock a beautiful game, but it was also a fantastic experience with a great story. I’ll also never forget my first encounter with a Big Daddy. Very few moments in my gaming career were that intense and horrifying.

5. Mass Effect 2

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows

Mass Effect 2 might be the perfect game. This is something I’ve been saying for years and I still stand by it. Mass Effect 2’s gameplay improvements over the original game are night and day. The combat is better so many times over and I would put it up against some of the best 3rd person action games. The skill system is streamlined and just felt much more user friendly. The various tech and biotic powers also all actually felt unique, as compared to the original game where many abilities felt a little too similar. Outside of gameplay, the story structure felt precise and was about as well paced as you can get. Mass Effect 2, also boasts the largest assortment of squad mates and introduced some of my personal favorites like Grunt, Jack, and Kasumi. If you played the original game and couldn’t get past its technical issues and never tried the sequel, you owe it to yourself to at least give Mass Effect 2 a try.

4. The Last of Us

Platforms: PlayStation 3 and PlayStation 4

I was late to the party when it came to The Last of Us. I didn’t get to play it until well over a year after it was released, but boy was is worth the wait. I’ve never been a big fan of Naughty Dog’s other games, but The Last of Us was always a game that seemed to click with me from the first time I saw it. What’s even better is that it actually clicked with me when I played it. Right from the beginning and to the very end, it kept me interested and engaged. Very few games can live up to the type of hype that The Last of Us had, but it did and in some ways even surpassed my expectations.

3. Dead Space

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows

Dead Space completely took me by surprise. I remember seeing it during E3 2008 and writing it off, but then the reviews started pouring in. After seeing the positive buzz surrounding it, I had to play it and it didn’t take long for me to completely fall in love with it. Well as much as you can fall in love with a game about blasting the limbs off of bizarre, deformed alien creatures. It remains the best survival horror game I’ve played in the last decade. Fantastic gameplay, wonderfully disturbing enemies, environments that make you dread what’s around the next corner, terrific sound design, great boss fights, and a sweet arsenal of unique weapons all combine to make Dead Space one of the best games you can play on Xbox 360 or PS3.

2. Fallout 3

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows

Fallout 3 was my first experience with the Fallout series and it was one hell of a place to start. Fallout 3 really lets you play in any way you want, from both a tactical and moral standpoint. Prefer to sneak around and kill creatures with your bare hands? You can do that. Feel like making your presence known by destroying an entire city with a nuclear bomb? Go for it. Want to be a complete dick and murder all the innocent people in a small settlement? You’re a demented bastard, but you can do that too. It’s a game all about choice and while the main story isn’t anything to write home about, the vast wasteland can offer you hundreds of hours of exploration. Set off in any one direction and you never know what you might find.

1. Mass Effect

Platforms: PlayStation 3, Xbox 360, Microsoft Windows

That’s right, all three Mass Effect games in my top 10. I was originally going to include them all together, but I decided to differentiate between the three. The original Mass Effect has more than its fair share of issues and as a whole isn’t nearly the best game in the series, but it remains my favorite and I still play through it at least once a year. This is where it all began. This is where we were introduced to this incredible galaxy, where we got to know some of the best characters ever to grace a video game, and where we learned that the Reapers were real and were coming to wreak havoc. Mass Effect’s story is phenomenal and it was the first game I played that really felt like the choices I made had a long lasting impact. It’s also one of the few games that has connected with me on a personal level and actually made me care for the characters within it. It’s for those reasons that Mass Effect is my favorite game of last generation and one of my favorite games of all time.

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an0malouss · 7 years

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UPDATED MY ABOUT/FACE PAGE. Thought it was about due for a change heh

Now, these rascals surrounding me are my OCs. At some point, I'll make a proper page for these punks >.>

TOP LEFT CORNER: Alien gal named Melania. Immigrated to earth when she was young due to the crime and war escalating around her home planet up in space.

RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD: Statue boi named Atticus. He comes from @gruvu and I’s little adaption of Beauty and the Beast c:

TOP RIGHT CORNER: My guy Germaine. He’s punk and badass and is the owner of a cigs/booze shop. He doesn’t bite.....hard.

SIDE RIGHT: That’s Cecil the magician. He’s from the 50′s and works at the circus. He’s another lovely boy from mine and gru’s wolf story!

BOTTOM RIGHT CORNER: This boy is Xavier. He’s 5′3 (he could still kick your butt if he wanted too tho >:u) and works at the bakery. Childhood friends with Dante (boi on the left of him)

RIGHT BELOW ME: Dante! like his buddy Germ, He ALSO dresses punk, but don’t let looks deceive you! he’s 100% sweetness <3 Childhood friends with Xavier (boi on the right)

SORTA BOTTOM LEFT CORNER: That dude right thurr is Reese. He’s a Mercenary/Teacher who teaches at an academy of sorts. how to be a mercenary and such. He’s actually from Merc AU me and gru always gush about, but I love him and wanna do more for him as a character. so, here he is >3>

SIDE LEFT CORNER: Emilyyyy. she is the younger half sister to Dante (same Mom, different Dads) She’s a pocketful of sunshine and tries to stay positive about most things. She’s also a little too nosy for her own good v~V

SO YEAH, thats all of them!! I have many other OCs, but this is what I’ve got laid out for right now <: hope you all enjoy these lil bits of OC deets!

#jeez #so much writing hh #For the OCs #Dante #Xavier #Emily #Germaine #Melania #Reese #Atticus #Cecil #My Draws #a-euphoric-apocalypse

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meezyrosegold · 4 years

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Society; or what being a paperboy during a pandemic taught me about class, Existentialism and loving my community

Part 1: Why I took the job

“I used to work on my feet for seven dollars an hour, call my mama like “I ain’t making minimum wage mama” - Frank Ocean, Futura Free

Nobody’s dream job is being a paperboy. Nobody's dream job is being a paperboy especially during a global pandemic, where if you forget to wear government-issued latex gloves, you end up with blood on your hands. So then why did I take the job?

Merton did a study into what he called “strain theory”, in which he studied crime in America's golden age, the 1950’s. He found that the idea of the “American Dream” left many dissatisfied, as many of the urban poor were unable to buy their white picket fence through legitimate means, African-Americans were redlined, Mexican-Americans were forced into certain districts and Asian-Americans were quota’d, meaning they were unable to form communities. It’s no coincidence that the Gangsta Disciples, Latin Kings and Asian Boyz, the biggest racial gangs still active today, were formed in the 20-year post war period. These poor, urban, often ethnic minority groups were forced to “innovate”; drug dealing, extortion rackets and even armed robbery were some ways they attempted to become the “ideal American”; wealthy, self-sufficient and suburban. Merton’s conclusion was that, under capitalism, it is not the hard work that is respected, rather whether the goal is successfully achieved. I noticed this play out in my own community. I began seeking out a job after being beaten in a game of basketball by a ex-“click-boy”, a young man who finds vulnerabilities in clothing outlets online security (Brands “hit” range from Chanel to Clarks) and begins selling it at a discounted price. Their choice of work often gives them a headstart on the latest fashion, indeed, as I was staring at the sole of his fresh-out-the-box Nike Air Force Ones, both the PumaHeads and the Adidas casuals looked on in jealous awe. During the game I vividly remember the speaker playing drill, London’s new hyper-masculine genre of music, the fact it was being played from inner-city basketball courts to Members of Cabinets daughter’s “Tik-Toks” encapsulates Merton’s point; “Employees who have a college education are respected but the robber barons who stole for their money were also admired, which demonstrates that success is viewed as more important than the actual means to achieve success”, the modern day cowboys don’t run from the sheriff, rather, they sit up late trying to work out what Gucci would put as the password on their website.

But why a paperboy? The 7-day working day combined with a 5:30 start topped up with a pay less than minimum wage was enough to make any union boss salivate, yet it was the most coveted job in the neighborhood. Yet ever since David Cameron declared an “concerted, all-out war on gangs' ', the young men in the area have been looking for somewhere to “do masculinity”.

“CORONAVIRUS DECLARED SERIOUS AND IMMINENT THREAT TO THE UK” read the headline on February 10th, I have a vivid memory of holding it in my hands muttering something about fear mongering, just over a month later the country was placed in lockdown.

Part 2: Why I stayed (during a pandemic)

“Le peu que je connais de la morale, je l'ai appris sur les terrains de football; ce sont mes vraies universités”

- Albert Camus, France Football

Camus once said “Everything I know most surely about morality [...] I owe it to football”, I mirrored the sentiment, everything I know about responsibility, I learned from paper delivery.

The job wasn’t easy. I would often have homework late into the night, leading me to simply stay through the night, going to work, and then sleeping in school. Once the pandemic arrived, I became lethargic and irritated, I had nothing to do, and I would let anyone within earshot know. However, I kept at the job because it seemed to be the right thing to do.

But who decides what the right thing is?

In the 1960’s, Milgram, a psychologist at Yale University set up an experiment in which participants would quiz a man behind a door, when an answer the man behind the door gave was incorrect, the participant was to administer him an electric shock. To Milgram's shock, when pressed to continue by scientists, most participants would continue the experiment until the man behind the door died. In Milgram’s experiment, the “man behind the door” was merely an audio recording, but the implications were horrifying; would humans follow orders at the sacrifice of everything they knew? When talking to relatives I would act as if my job was a feat of humanitarian superstrength, my work of charity I did simply out of the goodness of my heart, yet at the end of the day I was partaking in a business. When hearing about my progress at the end of the week I began to wonder if the only reason I was sacrificing so much for this job was because those wiser than me told me it was what I should be doing. Yet if it was a duty, why did it make me feel so awful?

Sartre described a student he had who was at a crossroads in his life. He could fight against Nazism for his nation and his people, a cause both he and us today would see as noble. But marching into Berlin would leave his sick mother behind; he could stop the spread of the virus, facism, yet one inevitable casualty would be his parent. He could fight in a war that would continue without him, being a small part of a large cause, or he could be one person's world. The whole point of this young man's decision, Sartre said, was that nobody could give him an answer; the answer did not exist until the young man chose it. Discovering Sartre’s philosophy was a Godsend, I had been living as if “to be was to do”, there was an answer out there, I just had to consult the right oracle, but embracing the absurd taught me that there was no correct path except the one I walked down, “to do was to be”

Part 3: What’s changed

“To live without hope is to cease to live [...] It’s no coincidence that above the entrance to Dante’s hell is the inscription ‘leave behind all hope, you who enter here”

-Fydor Dostoyevsky, Essays

Through investigating why things in my community were the way they were, why I followed these patterns, and why I should even care in the first place, I realised my duty was not just to have my place in it, following orders from those deemed wiser, but was to improve it.

From behind the counter of a quaint corner shop, I saw futures for boys forgotten . Loud mouths weren’t told not to talk back by almost carricaturally draconian teachers, but were given a soapbox to vent their frustrations at the news. Athletes didn’t have their parents called in for skipping lessons to play football, the calls came in from local pensioners thanking them for the speedy delivery. When I described who I was working with to my maths teacher (many coworkers were past suspended), he claimed we were “lunatics running the asylum”, I don't know many lunatics who skipped lessons looking into diversifying their assets at 16.

Weber claimed that Calvanist Christians were the ultimate capitalist; the idea that there were only a limited number of spots in heaven combined with the tenant of “worship through work” led to the East Coast of the USA being the most economically productive region on the planet. However, I’d like to pose a new culture that could take their throne: North London State School boys. The children of the dilapidated factories in Tottenham, Wood Green and Kentish Town left us with a work ethic as strong as our undiagnosed ADHD. While we may not have laid the groundwork for the most powerful nation of all time, I imagine when Jefferson’s pen lifted off the declaration of independence for the last time, the smile on his face was similar to what the kind lady No. 46 see’s through the window after her Times is delivered.

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thisislizheather · 6 years

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Navigating November

Yes, it’s insane that November is already over, but we’re all aware of that and it’s so boring to talk about time moving quickly so let’s not be boring, let’s be wicked. So much has happened this month, here’s a breakdown of what went on in my world this month:

The West Village restaurant Dante has forever been on my list of places to eat at, so I finally went and it was great. The pasta wasn’t as good as it is at L’Artusi, but that’s sort of an impossible demand. In any case, the food was good, the place is small & lovely, and the waiters are dreamboats.

I went to the movie theatre/bar/restaurant Syndicated in Brooklyn for the first time to see Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 11/9 and both the place and the movie were great. I mean the movie’s pretty depressing, but obviously good. And the ticket was $8, which is amazing in 2018.

I ate at this great Mexican place Ofrenda twice so far, the quesadillas are so fucking light and good. Only con about the place is that it can get wildly loud inside.

I finished watching The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and it was great and dark but I wish there were more scenes with Prudence & Nick since they’re such good characters. The mortals are so boring I could scream. Looking forward to the holiday special they’re airing in a few weeks.

Gary came to town! So we did a lot of new things while he was visiting. The best thing? The restaurant Le Relais De Venise L’Entrecôte. They only serve steak frites. With this incredible sauce. You sit down, order drinks, then they ask how you like your meat cooked and that’s it. They also come around halfway through the meal to offer you seconds… of both the meat AND the fries. It’s insanity. Honestly, I heard the premise of this place and thought that there’s no way the quality would be great, but I was dead wrong. Every bite was incredible. The place doesn’t look like much from the outside (it’s way too bright) and the service is a little… weird? But the food was amazing. And so reasonably priced. Definitely keeping this one in the rotation.

Finally ate at Parm in Soho for the first time - I had the eggplant (which was okay) and Gary had the chicken which was eons better. Get the chicken. The service was notably great too.

Tried the ice cream at Morgenstern’s and whooooa, it’s good. They’re not fucking around here. Love their weird flavours. French fry ice cream legit tastes like French fries. Eager to try the “bread” and “popcorn” flavours. And if you’re sitting there going, “How could any ice cream be bad, Liz? C’mon!” you’ve obviously never tried the terrible Van Leeuwan.

Went to the Nintendo store in Times Square, discovered that it’s one cute-ass store.

Went to the Top of the Rock for the first time, waaaaay better view up there than from the Empire State Building. Hands down. Plus you get a Central Park view that’s gorgeous as well as a city view.

Ate at Pil Pil on the Upper East Side: crazy good tapas. I always forget about tapas.

You already know how much I love Lady M cakes, so I tried their seasonal pumpkin nuage one and… meh! It’s nowhere as tasty as their banana chocolate slice.

Ate at Jacob’s Pickles on the Upper West Side finally and Jesus Christ the portion sizes here are laughably large. My brother got a poutine and maaaaaaan you gotta see this thing. And while everything tasted good, it’s just so wildly indulgent. And coming from a person who lives their life on the motto of “INDULGE, BITCH!” - this really means something. Probably not gonna make it back here a second time. It’s mayhem.

Finally watched Big Mouth after everyone on the planet told me to watch it and of course it’s good, you know this already, you don’t need me to tell you this. Jon Hamm as the voice of a scallop? Hilarious. Kristen Wiig as a vagina? Gimme more, I say! That goddam little ladybug? Best character. Flawless show. Maya Rudolph is my true queen and I hate anyone calling anyone their queen. (THERE’S ONE QUEEN GUYS AND SHE’S ENGLISH. SHOW SOME RESPECT.)

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Visited the annual holiday miniature train show inside Grand Central station and it’s as beautiful as always. But really I dare you to show me a miniature train show I don’t like. It’s kind of a joke that they call this a “train show” when it’s, like, shoved in the back corner of a gift shop. Still lovely, but just funny.

There’s a new flavour (pumpkin gingersnap) of banana pudding at Magnolia Bakery and it AIN’T GOOD. Stick to the hits, guys. Gotta stick to the hits.

Went to the MoMA and it was great, haven’t been in so long, love the fact that they incorporated some performance art!

Had lunch at Del Frisco’s since Gary was in a wagyu mood & oh yes it was good.

Went for happy hour at Clinton Hall, where the prices are amazing for what you’re getting (I mean, Pat LaFrieda sliders for $3 is fucking nuts).

My dear friend Sarah moved back to France and I shouldn’t be shocked when anyone leaves New York, but it always stings when it’s one of the good ones.

Finally got my hands on the Cauliflower Gnocchi from Trader Joe’s and holy fuck I now understand why it’s ALWAYS SOLD OUT. Tastes exactly like regular gnocchi. No idea how Trader Joe’s can make these remarkable tasting products, so I’ll just assume that some sort of deal with the devil has been made.

If you are ever on the Upper East Side around dinnertime craving ravioli, I promise you that the Mezzelune Alla Boscaiola at Uva will eternally please you in a way that no human can. It’s a half moon shaped ravioli filled with prosciutto and mozzarella served in a creamy wild mushroom sauce. And it will forever be my favourite thing to eat in that area.

Don’t ask me why but I watched both Princess Diaries movies and OF COURSE THEY’RE TERRIBLE I KNEW THAT BEFORE PRESSING PLAY WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME.

I also watched Four Christmases and initially it seemed like it could’ve been an actually okay movie but NOPE. I mean, there are worse movies, don’t get me wrong. At the beginning, I really liked the fact that the couple in it had super strong opinions about marriage and kids and oh man, it would’ve been great if the ending was just “and we were right all along!” instead of them having a kid at the end. Am I projecting my own shit on this movie? Yes! Sue me!

Watched Rumor Has It and I don’t know if I was either feeling tired or defeated or what, but I think I liked it at the moment. I mean, Kevin Costner has a nice smile. All that needs to be said.

Tried the eyeliner from Elf Cosmetics and BOOOOOOOOOOOO, never again! What a piece of garbage!

Once in awhile, the Rainbow Room hosts a seasonal pop up bar on the 65th floor of 30 Rock in Rockefeller Center sooooo Nathan and I went this week and it was so, so great. The menu always changes and the dishes are wildly inventive and from what we tried - crazy delicious. We only got a charcuterie plate but there was this pâté that was almost… unholy? It was incredible. It was an insanely rainy night, so the view wasn’t much because of the clouds but that’s really only one more reason for us to return. The service was perfect and it wasn’t even that expensive.

For the past year or so, whenever I’m having a day where my face feels rougher than normal, I’ve been using this Vitamin E cream from The Body Shop at night that’s been working like a dream. I mostly just use it on my cheeks (moreso in the wintertime) and I wake up and have perfect skin again. It says that it’s used as a face sleep mask, but I don’t think you need to use that much, this one jar has lasted me forever since I use so little of it at a time.

So there’s this pesto that I’m in love with that they serve on a panini I love at Bite in the city and the owner told me why this pesto is so great: they use walnuts instead of pine nuts to make it. So obviously this is the only way that I’ll make pesto from now on. It’s so crazy good, you could eat it with a spoon if you have lunatic tendencies like I do apparently? IT’S SO GOOD.

Are you aware that you can recycle your used/empty makeup containers at Origins? I’m sure you’re already aware of the program that MAC does, but for every other brand? I feel like this is probably the best option. They have a little box in each store, and it’s not exactly policy but if you go in to recycle something, you can show them that you’re recycling something and then ask for a sample of something and they’ll definitely give you a crazy-generously sized portion of a product that you want to try as a sample. I just did this and got a huuuuuuge sample of this eye brightener I’ve been wanting to use. Also! They’ll give you a code after you recycle that you can use online to earn Origins points on your account.

Nathan was on the Guys We Fucked podcast this week which I think is pretty huge and great, so you can listen to that if you like.

And that was November! If you’ve missed any of the other months I’ve done (and actually care to hear the intricate details of a stranger’s life), here’s a list of what’s been discovered over the past few months! Hellooooooo December!

October Occurrences

September Shenanigans

August Actions

July Jiffs

June Jaunts

May Musings

#this is liz heather #Liz Heather #Origins #MAC #Elf cosmetics #makeup #Guys We Fucked podcast #Big Mouth #Netflix

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