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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

ADWD: Reek II (Theon II) [Chapter 20]

Besides, where would he run to? Behind him were the camps, crowded with Dreadfort men and those the Ryswells had brought from the Rills, with the Barrowton host between them. South of Moat Cailin, another army was coming up the causeway, an army of Boltons and Freys marching beneath the banners of the Dreadfort.

I think it's a little concerning House Dustin always finds itself grouped with the Boltons, Freys, and Ryswells.

You do you, but I will not be putting my faith in Queen in the North Barbrey Dustin.

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He was no rider. He was not even a man. He was Lord Ramsay's creature, lower than a dog, a worm in human skin.

. . .

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"You will pretend to be a prince," Lord Ramsay told him last night, as Reek was soaking in a tub of scalding water, "but we know the truth. You're Reek. You'll always be Reek, no matter how sweet you smell. Your nose may lie to you. Remember your name. Remember who you are."

Why is this so funny?

"Daenerys. Remember the Undying. Remember who you are." - Daenerys II, ADWD

"Remember who you are, Daenerys," the stars whispered in a woman's voice. "The dragons know. Do you?" - Daenerys X, ADWD

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You will be tempted to betray me. To run or fight or join our foes. No, quiet, I'll not hear you deny it. Lie to me, and I'll take your tongue. A man would turn against me in your place, but we know what you are, don't we?

. . .

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When he looked up, he caught a glimpse of pale faces peering from behind the battlements of the Gatehouse Tower and through the broken masonry that crowned the Children's Tower, where legend said the children of the forest had once called down the hammer of the waters to break the lands of Westeros in two.

One point for the north seceding.

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The swampy ground beyond the causeway was impassable, an endless morass of suckholes, quicksands, and glistening green swards that looked solid to the unwary eye but turned to water the instant you trod upon them, the whole of it infested with venomous serpents and poisonous flowers and monstrous lizard lions with teeth like daggers. Just as dangerous were its people, seldom seen but always lurking, the swamp-dwellers, the frog-eaters, the mud-men. Fenn and Reed, Peat and Boggs, Cray and Quagg, Greengood and Blackmyre, those were the sorts of names they gave themselves. The ironborn called them all bog devils.

All of these houses are Team Stark. No further explanation required. Just trust me, bro.

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The guard rubbed his face, his eyes red and inflamed. "We used to drag the dead down into the cellars. All the vaults are flooded down there. No one wants to take the trouble now, so we just leave them where they fall."

"The cellar is a better place for them. Give them to the water. To the Drowned God."

Dead ironborn go to the water.

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"How many of the garrison are left?"

"Some," said the ironman. "I don't know. Fewer than we was before. Some in the Drunkard's Tower too, I think. Not the Children's Tower. Dagon Codd went over there a few days back. Only two men left alive, he said, and they was eating on the dead ones. He killed them both, if you can believe that."

Oh dear.

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Ralf Kenning lay shivering beneath a mountain of furs. His arms were stacked beside him—sword and axe, mail hauberk, iron warhelm. His shield bore the storm god's cloudy hand, lightning crackling from his fingers down to a raging sea, but the paint was discolored and peeling, the wood beneath starting to rot.

I think I'm confused. Why is the Storm God on his shield?

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Ralf was rotting too. Beneath the furs he was naked and feverish, his pale puffy flesh covered with weeping sores and scabs. His head was misshapen, one cheek grotesquely swollen, his neck so engorged with blood that it threatened to swallow his face. The arm on that same side was big as a log and crawling with white worms. No one had bathed him or shaved him for many days, from the look of him. One eye wept pus, and his beard was crusty with dried vomit. "What happened to him?" asked Reek.

[...]

"Kill him," Reek told the guard. "His wits are gone. He's full of blood and worms."

The man gaped at him. "The captain put him in command."

"You'd put a dying horse down."

[...]

"I will kill him for you." Reek snatched up Ralf Kenning's sword where it leaned against his shield. He still had fingers enough to clasp the hilt. When he laid the edge of the blade against the swollen throat of the creature on the straw, the skin split open in a gout of black blood and yellow pus. Kenning jerked violently, then lay still.

That might be one of the most disgusting things I've ever read.

The irony of Theon putting someone out of their misery is not lost on me.

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All the men were strangers to him. Several wore cloaks fastened by brooches in the shape of silver codfish. The Codds were not well regarded in the Iron Islands; the men were said to be thieves and cowards, the women wantons who bedded with their own fathers and brothers.

I would have ignored this if the word wanton wasn't used.

Edit: I missed an amusing detail.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer. 😂

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He gestured at the parchment. "Break the seal. Read the words. That is a safe conduct, written in Lord Ramsay's own hand. Give up your swords and come with me, and his lordship will feed you and give you leave to march unmolested to the Stony Shore and find a ship for home. Elsewise you die."

At no point does Theon acknowledge he's leading these men to their deaths.

And he definitely knows.

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"My uncle is never coming back," Reek told them. "The kingswood crowned his brother Euron, and the Crow's Eye has other wars to fight. You think my uncle values you? He doesn't. You are the ones he left behind to die. He scraped you off the same way he scrapes mud off his boots when he wades ashore."

And? He meant well, okay?

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"Lord Ramsay treats his captives honorably so long as they keep faith with him." He has only taken toes and fingers and that other thing, when he might have had my tongue, or peeled the skin off my legs from heel to thigh. "Yield up your swords to him, and you will live."

. . .

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One man took a swallow of ale. Another turned his cup over to wash away a finger of blood before it reached the place where he was seated. No one spoke. When the one-armed man slid the throwing axe back through his belt, Reek knew he had won. He almost felt a man again. Lord Ramsay will be pleased with me.

. . .

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He did well to send me, Reek told himself as he climbed back onto his stot to lead his ragged column back across the boggy ground to where the northmen were encamped.

Ongoing theme of Theon being sent on a mission with paper in hand.

Let's see if it happens a third time.

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"Leave your weapons here," he told the prisoners. "Swords, bows, daggers. Armed men will be slain on sight."

Reasonable request, but there's the first hint something is amiss.

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It took them thrice as long to cover the distance as it had taken Reek alone. Crude litters had been patched together for four of the men who could not walk; the fifth was carried by his son, upon his back. It made for slow going, and all the ironborn were well aware of how exposed they were, well within bowshot of the bog devils and their poisoned arrows. If I die, I die. Reek only prayed the archer knew his business, so death would be quick and clean. A man's death, not the end Ralf Kenning suffered.

When it comes to Theon and foreshadowing, I'm mostly looking for archery and an honourable death.

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The one-armed man walked at the head of the procession, limping heavily. His name, he said, was Adrack Humble, and he had a rock wife and three salt wives back on Great Wyk. "Three of the four had big bellies when we sailed," he boasted, "and Humbles run to twins. First thing I'll need to do when I get back is count up my new sons. Might be I'll even name one after you, m'lord."

Aye, name him Reek, he thought, and when he's bad you can cut his toes off and give him rats to eat. He turned his head and spat, and wondered if Ralf Kenning hadn't been the lucky one.

There's the second hint this is all going to hell.

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A light rain had begun to piss down out of the slate-grey sky by the time Lord Ramsay's camp appeared in front of them.

Third.

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The dogs swarmed around them, snapping and snarling at the strangers. The Bastard's girls, Reek thought, before he remembered that one must never, never, never use that word in Ramsay's presence.

Again, pretty apparent why Ramsay would constantly refer to Jon as 'bastard' in the pink letter.

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"So few. I had hoped for more. They were such stubborn foes." Lord Ramsay's pale eyes shone.

Final hint.

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"My lord," he said, "my place is here, with you. I'm your Reek. I only want to serve you. All I ask … a skin of wine, that would be reward enough for me … red wine, the strongest that you have, all the wine a man can drink …"

All Theon wants is to be blackout drunk when it starts.

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Lord Ramsay laughed. "You're not a man, Reek. You're just my creature. You'll have your wine, though. Walder, see to it. And fear not, I won't return you to the dungeons, you have my word as a Bolton. We'll make a dog of you instead. Meat every day, and I'll even leave you teeth enough to eat it. You can sleep beside my girls. Ben, do you have a collar for him?"

"I'll have one made, m'lord," said old Ben Bones.

The old man did better than that. That night, besides the collar, there was a ragged blanket too, and half a chicken. Reek had to fight the dogs for the meat, but it was the best meal he'd had since Winterfell.

Being a dog is somehow an upgrade.

I'm happy for you if you enjoy this POV, but I can't do it.

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And the wine … the wine was dark and sour, but strong. Squatting amongst the hounds, Reek drank until his head swam, retched, wiped his mouth, and drank some more. Afterward he lay back and closed his eyes. When he woke a dog was licking vomit from his beard, and dark clouds were scuttling across the face of a sickle moon. Somewhere in the night, men were screaming. He shoved the dog aside, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

Go to sleep, Theon.

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The flayed man of House Bolton was hoisted above the Gatehouse Tower, where Reek had hauled down the golden kraken of Pyke. Along the rotting-plank road, wooden stakes were driven deep into the boggy ground; there the corpses festered, red and dripping. Sixty-three, he knew, there are sixty-three of them. One was short half an arm. Another had a parchment shoved between its teeth, its wax seal still unbroken.

Do you have any idea how stupid you have to be to not connect Ramsay putting 63 ironborn on wooden stakes with Daenerys crucifying 163 men?

Is that a parallel Targs are comfortable with?

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Three days later, the vanguard of Roose Bolton's host threaded its way through the ruins and past the row of grisly sentinels—four hundred mounted Freys clad in blue and grey, their spearpoints glittering whenever the sun broke through the clouds.

[...]

The northmen followed hard behind the van, their tattered banners streaming in the wind. Reek watched them pass. Most were afoot, and there were so few of them. He remembered the great host that marched south with Young Wolf, beneath the direwolf of Winterfell. Twenty thousand swords and spears had gone off to war with Robb, or near enough to make no matter, but only two in ten were coming back, and most of those were Dreadfort men.

[...]

Farther back came the baggage train—lumbering wayns laden with provisions and loot taken in the war, and carts crowded with wounded men and cripples. And at the rear, more Freys. At least a thousand, maybe more: bowmen, spearmen, peasants armed with scythes and sharpened sticks, freeriders and mounted archers, and another hundred knights to stiffen them.

Number update!

House Bolton has 4000 men.

House Frey has 1500 (2000?) men in the north.

"Not for long. Bolton's bastard son will soon remove that little obstacle. Lord Bolton will have two thousand Freys to augment his own strength, under Lord Walder's sons Hosteen and Aenys. That should be more than enough to deal with Stannis and a few thousand broken men." - Jaime II, AFFC

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Two of old Lord Walder's sons led the van. One was brawny, with a massive jut of jaw and arms thick with muscle. The other had hungry eyes close-set above a pointed nose, a thin brown beard that did not quite conceal the weak chin beneath it, a bald head. Hosteen and Aenys. He remembered them from before he knew his name. Hosteen was a bull, slow to anger but implacable once roused, and by repute the fiercest fighter of Lord Walder's get. Aenys was older, crueler, and more clever—a commander, not a swordsman. Both were seasoned soldiers.

The clever commander will die.

The implacable one will lead the Freys against Stannis.

Strangely, Stannis smiled. "Angry foes do not concern me. Anger makes men stupid, and Hosteen Frey was stupid to begin with, if half of what I have heard of him is true. Let him come." - Theon I, TWOW

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Back where the press was thickest at the center of the column rode a man armored in dark grey plate over a quilted tunic of blood-red leather. His rondels were wrought in the shape of human heads, with open mouths that shrieked in agony. From his shoulders streamed a pink woolen cloak embroidered with droplets of blood. Long streamers of red silk fluttered from the top of his closed helm. No crannogman will slay Roose Bolton with a poisoned arrow, Reek thought when he first saw him. An enclosed wagon groaned along behind him, drawn by six heavy draft horses and defended by crossbowmen, front and rear. Curtains of dark blue velvet concealed the wagon's occupants from watching eyes.

[...]

When the rider in the dark armor removed his helm, however, the face beneath was not one that Reek knew. Ramsay's smile curdled at the sight, and anger flashed across his face. "What is this, some mockery?"

"Just caution," whispered Roose Bolton, as he emerged from behind the curtains of the enclosed wagon.

This is setting off an alarm or two.

A decoy disguised as Roose Bolton? Surely we'll be seeing this tactic again.

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The Lord of the Dreadfort did not have a strong likeness to his bastard son. His face was clean-shaved, smooth-skinned, ordinary, not handsome but not quite plain. Though Roose had been in battles, he bore no scars. Though well past forty, he was as yet unwrinkled, with scarce a line to tell of the passage of time. His lips were so thin that when he pressed them together they seemed to vanish altogether. There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same. All he and Ramsay had in common were their eyes. His eyes are ice. Reek wondered if Roose Bolton ever cried. If so, do the tears feel cold upon his cheeks?

Once, a boy called Theon Greyjoy had enjoyed tweaking Bolton as they sat at council with Robb Stark, mocking his soft voice and making japes about leeches. He must have been mad. This is no man to jape with. You had only to look at Bolton to know that he had more cruelty in his pinky toe than all the Freys combined.

Someone on Reddit said Roose is neutral evil, while Ramsay is chaotic evil, and I think that's perfect.

Given how fleshed out (lol) Roose is in the books, many have speculated Ramsay took his storyline on the show. I have to disagree.

Roose and Tywin are similar for a reason. They made their beds (children), now they must lie in them.

"Tainted blood is ever treacherous, and Ramsay's nature was sly, greedy, and cruel. I count myself well rid of him. The trueborn sons my young wife has promised me would never have been safe while he lived." - Catelyn VI, ACOK

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"My new wife," Roose Bolton said. "Lady Walda, this is my natural son. Kiss your stepmother's hand, Ramsay." He did. "And I am sure you will recall the Lady Arya. Your betrothed."

The girl was slim, and taller than he remembered, but that was only to be expected. Girls grow fast at that age. Her dress was grey wool bordered with white satin; over it she wore an ermine cloak clasped with a silver wolf's head. Dark brown hair fell halfway down her back. And her eyes …

That is not Lord Eddard's daughter.

Arya had her father's eyes, the grey eyes of the Starks. A girl her age might let her hair grow long, add inches to her height, see her chest fill out, but she could not change the color of her eyes. That's Sansa's little friend, the steward's girl. Jeyne, that was her name. Jeyne Poole.

Theon knowing Arya resembles Ned instantly shatters the illusion.

You have to wonder if someone will recognize Sansa because they're familiar with Catelyn Stark. I can think of a few good candidates.

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"Lord Ramsay." The girl dipped down before him. That was wrong as well. The real Arya Stark would have spat into his face. "I pray that I will make you a good wife and give you strong sons to follow after you."

"That you will," promised Ramsay, "and soon."

Final thoughts:

I'm already losing track of everything. I think I need to start a Grand Northern Conspiracy spreadsheet.

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wetchenstachoo · 1 year

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I would accept Kermit being a casual monarchist only if nearly every one of his coworkers were in the background wildly mocking him.

You can't tell me that Gonzo and Rizzo wouldn't drag him endlessly. Fozzie would do a few half-hearted knock-knock jokes on the subject but be unable to look Kermit in the eye. Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem would play the first couple notes of God Save the Queen every time Kermit entered the stage until he threw one of his arm-wavey tantrums and soon after apologized for even briefly supporting the legacy of mass murderers and thieves.

Miss Piggy mostly got a pass because everyone knows of her three unsuccessful attempts to assassinate the new king and ascend the throne herself.

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ephemeratea · 11 months

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Personal rules I follow for no particular reason (or for a dumb reason):

(THIS IS NOT ADVICE OR EVEN A PARTICULARLY GOOD WAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE - do your own thing, people!)

1) No clothes or bags with blatant logos, except t-shirts with stuff like Muppets or drag queens. I’m nobody’s advertisement…unless you’re Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem

2) “Classy” is frequently a synonym for “boring.” My style icon is Ms. Frizzle, not Audrey Hepburn.

3) If you see a sign for something on the side of the road that looks remotely interesting, you have to at least try to stop. This is how I turn 2 hour road trips into 7 hour behemoths.

4) If you see a used or indie bookstore, you have to go in (provided it’s open; no B&E).

5) And if you go into an indie or mom and pop shop, you have to support it. This is why I’ve run out of space on my bookshelves.

6) Don’t judge a person by their English. That person with broken English or saying “y’all” might have a doctorate, and the last thing you need is a “bless your heart.”

7) If they fuck up once, assume they’re having a bad day. If they fuck up twice, politely correct them. Three times, stop going to that restaurant.

8) Avoid fiction books written in the first person. This is a lazy way of provoking empathy. (And I’m too much of a bitch for it to work.)

9) Don’t take advice from celebrities. Most celebrities are famous due to luck and privilege more than actual talent. This makes their advice basically useless.

10) Celebrity biographies are only interesting if they got up to crazy shit and now they’re dead. Definitely avoid biographies of anyone who’s alive and under 40.

Okay, these are random rules that I follow and some of them I don’t even know why. Anyone else have rules they follow, possibly unintentionally?

#personal rules #not advice #bookish #books and literature #books #bookstore #muppets #drag queens #road trip #ms. frizzle #audrey hepburn #bless your heart

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ppravitas · 8 months

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TAGGED BY: @tacticalvalor TAGGING: you.

MUSE PLAYLIST

► MAIN: aim for the head / creature feature

↳ can i pose a question? / how do you kill what is dead? / i just shoot from the hip / and i aim for the head / he used to be your friend / that was another life / with a single bullet / we're gonna blow his mind [...] nail up all the windows / they've come to settle the score / make sure no chamber is bare / they're right outside the door / this is a test of your strength / and your will to survive / if you give up now, they're gonna eat you alive

► SILLY: nobody likes me / the northern boys

↳ brother, look / wank myself with a single finger, captain hook / then i go smoke my pipe with a random man in a dark and weary nook / bought a transgender man two pints / can i get lucky and fist him tonight? / constrict my cock with a pink hair tie / not too tight, no, i don't wanna die

► DETERMINATION: back and forth / dr steel

↳ i'd never lie to you / y'know i'd die for you / yeah, i love you too / just do what you do / consume and gobble it up, c'mon show me some love / or i'll be blowing you up / i'm lying through my teeth / to get everything that i need / i'll be what you want me to be / that's why i'm dancing back and forth [...] free me / i'll drag a burning smile across this nation

► BATTLE: a soul can't be cut / kit walters

↳ my ears are ringing with a sound / feel the vibrations, my heart starts to pound / give in to darkness, bodies melt / how do we play the cards we've been dealt? / beauty, it's humanity's greatest sin / beauty hiding the beast that lies within / for all our righteous crimes we compensate / but as for me, it's far too late

► SAD: lullaby bye / dr steel

↳ with no one around this robot fell down / and the crank, it broke off of his head / with the jog to his hard drive, he felt all alive / the old robot he used to be, dead there was rage in his brain, there was pain in his frame / there was love, there was hunger, and strife / he felt lonely, rejected, at times disconnected / no answer to the meaning of life / so he sang

► RELAXED: sickness unto foolish death / akira yamaoka

↳ no lyrics for this one :3 but it's about sin and despair. yay!

► CONTEMPLATIVE: childhood (don't) a go-go / dr steel

↳ and i'm constructing this fantasy / imagination is saving me from the world i despise / and what about loneliness? / what about friends? / what about winning and getting revenge? / and what about all of the things that they've done? / it's time for some payback / it's time for some fun

► HAPPY: homewrecker / marina

↳ i'm only happy when i'm on the run / i break a million hearts just for fun / i don't belong to anyone / i guess you could say that my life's a mess / but i'm still looking pretty in this dress / i'm the image of deception

► HARD WORK MONTAGE: kill everyone / hollywood undead

↳ oh no, here comes the riot / does everything have to resort to violence? / if you think you can hide, go and try it / now let's let the fucking gun break the silence / close your eyelids / another shot and then here come the sirens / i thought i told you to keep fucking quiet / somebody's dying, so come say goodbye kids

► LOVE THEME: e.v.o.l / marina

↳ candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker / every kiss you give me makes me sicker / a day in the dark, a day in a cloud of gloom / i look at you, you look at me / milk and roses, squeaky clean / well you're the best i've ever seen / and i'm your dying beauty queen / it only takes two lonely people / to fuck love up and make it evil / it only takes a drop of evil / to fuck up two beautiful people

► BREAKUP / HEARTBREAK: power & control / marina

↳ but love will always be a game / we give and take a little more / eternal game of tug and war / power and control / i'm gonna make you fall / i'm gonna make you fall / we give and take a little more / 'cause all my life i've been controlled / you can't have peace without a war / without a war, without a war

► FAILURE / DEFEAT: cirice / ghost

↳ a candle casting a faint glow / you and i see eye to eye / can you hear the thunder? / how can you hear the thunder that's breaking? / now there is nothing between us / from now our merge is eternal / can't you see that you're lost? / can't you see that you're lost without me?

► FINAL BATTLE: world burn / taylor louderman

↳ i wanna watch the world burn / i got the gasoline / i wanna watch the world burn / and everyone get mean / cady, time to watch your back / cady, time to turn and cough / because you took me down / but you didn't finish me off

#had to bully my beloved partner to help me with some of these choices because oh my god...#leo is not good at happy.....#also northern boys w #IGNORE repeated artists some of us have autasm.#aim for the head is so SCARILY accurate to leo and the plot of manhunt 2 it makes me tremble #( gen : ooc . )

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shop-korea · 2 years

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To Follow Shambling Steps

Might turn this into a long fic one day but for now it’s a one shot. Warnings for major character death and the level of gore you’d expect from a zombie story.

It has been several weeks since Regina has been bitten and a few since she has turned but Emma can't bring herself to let go. Not just yet. Not when there are still traces of Regina there.

Emma shudders at the rattling of the side door.

It has been months, almost a year now. Long enough that she no longer jumps nor jolts at every little sound. Though the rattling of the side door still gets to her. It is the only thing that can. The others aren’t smart enough to go to the side door, they all crowd the front porch and amass on the back patio.

But then, she doesn’t think that Regina is either.

Not anymore.

Emma has been watching her for weeks now and she is certain that Regina only shambles her way over to the side door out of habit. One final flicker of who she had been. Regina always was a woman of routine and habit, but back then it had been pointed and thoughtful. Now it is an instinctual autopilot. A familiar path that her mind still knows and her body is still capable of following.

A body that is diminishing further by the day and the intense summer heat doesn’t do it any favors. She still looks like Regina for now, mostly. Not like Ruby who has since shed her jaw or Grumpy who is down an eye, a nose and three fingers. Not like her father who stumbles about dragging his guts behind him, a host to maggots among other things. He was one of the first to die.

Regina, she is still Regina. Her hair is knotted and her once immaculate attire is now dirty and disheveled–but then it had gotten to be that way a few weeks into the zombie onslaught. The clouded eyes are new though. And the size of the rash on her neck, the bite mark that it stems from is searing and oozing. It is always oozing.

Newer still is the blood in her teeth. Emma wonders who she had managed to bite. Perhaps Dr. Whale? Or maybe Whale had been rescued as he vowed he would be after claiming that he could come up with a cure.

It could be Archie too. He refused to leave Pongo. The zombies don’t seem to bother Pongo. Or any animals for that matter.

Emma supposes that it doesn’t matter who Regina had gotten to, only that she has managed to make a meal of someone. Somehow that seems to make it official. More official than the grunting and the awkward gait. More official than the rash. The blood clots upon her lips, a true zombie.

She sneers through the peephole with those gory teeth. Regina, her Regina would be utterly appalled. She would be complaining about how there is no running water and how they can at least try to have some personal hygiene in spite of everything.

Not for the first time, Emma thinks of putting her out of her misery. About taking that gun and putting it to her head. She knows that Regina would rather have a dignified death. But at this point…Regina’s head snaps to the side and she snarls. At this point she has already been ravaged and reduced to a sloppy, dumb parody of herself.

Emma looks again at the gun.

She can free the woman of it.

And yet she can’t do it. Every time she raises that gun she sees the woman who had tucked Henry into bed juxtaposed against the bitch who had made her first year in Storybrook miserable. She sees the woman who had saved the town on several occasions and the Queen who had broken a kingdom. She sees that warm smile and those loving eyes. She sees a woman with so many facets and complexities, so many faults and talents.

All of it stolen away by one single bite.

It is hard to fathom so many aspects and memories erased. Winked out as though they’d never been there at all.

Emma presses her ear to the doorframe, feeling it rattle against her body. This is the new routine; Regina makes her way to the door, she stands there for a good while, she hits the door several times, and then she walks away. Back down the street to lurk under the broken streetlight with Kathrine, Ruby, and Granny.

At least she has friends now.

Emma thinks that she should get the hell out of this lonely, forlorn manor. That she should stop looking at Regina before she stops looking like Regina.

But she can’t bring herself to let go yet. She doesn’t want Regina to be lonely.

Or maybe it is she who doesn’t want to be lonely. Maybe she has to watch Regina decay until she can bare it no more. Maybe after that, when Regina looks like all of the other pale, rotting corpses, Emma will grow to find her disgusting and then she will be able to leave.

For now she is stuck.

She will spend her night as she always does, watching the woman, pretending that those intallingable sounds are a silky, ‘good night, Emma.’ Pretending that those bloody lips will give her a kiss instead of a bite.

Tonight Regina breaks her routine.

Tonight she lingers by the door.

#Once Upon A Time #Regina Mills #Emma Swan #Swan Queen #Fanfiction #zombies

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autistic-hippie-squirrel · 5 months

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Drag Queen Dr Teeth (I am holding you hostage and forcing you to look at my gay muppet art)

#dr teeth muppets #art #silly #the muppets #I LOVE MEN

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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can i please request some more yandere josuke?

OF COURSE!

*ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+*

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Yan!Josuke x AFAB!Reader (18+)

TW: crying kink, obsession, isolation, name calling & degradation, mentions of yandere!kira x reader themes, personality switch.

DISCLOSURE: i do not condone any of these behaviors, these are extremely unhealthy and not a situation you should ever be okay with being in!

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Cry, little girl.

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The walk on your at home was extremely cold, but that was exactly what you needed. It’s been a month since Kira was killed, & a month and a half since Kira used you as an example in front of the stand users of Morioh.

Your spine shivered at the thought of you on the ground with Killer Queens hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his other hand in position to click down on an invisible trigger. He had taken you hostage in front of everyone, right before he had went into hiding. He had gotten you right where he wanted you, giving you enough bodily damage to make you putty in his hands. All of this had happened because you were the only girl in Kiras entire spree to escape him. He was dead set that if he couldn’t have you, your beautiful hands and your body, then you simply would be a message to this who stood in his way.

You were actually on your way home from therapy, since the Speedwagon foundation had specially sent a therapist for you after the ordeal. Dr. Kujo met with you regularly to check on you, & to do some routine check ups on your wounds. You were often asked why you never let your sweet boyfriend Josuke heal your wounds, & people often asked Josuke the same.

What they didn’t know, is that you had another form of therapy at home.

You took a left turn down the street, the cold air bringing your mind back to the surface as you saw Josukes giant inherited house you both lived in together.

Josukes black silhouetted frame was outlined in the massive bay window, & you could tell he was watching you come to him. The corners of your mouth twitched into an excited smile, because you knew just what was waiting for you at home. You knew you’d hate it when it’d happen, of course. Josukes demeanor had changed after you were beaten, between the day to day and the bedroom activities he was an entirely new person. More possessive, more isolated, & a whole, whole lot more aggressive.

Your legs brought you to your front door, your keys fumbling with the lock to let yourself into the warm estate. The door swung wide, the living room greeting you with dark lo-fi records filling the airs sound. You looked around the corner to see Josuke still facing the window, and his hands resting comfortably in his pocket. Josukes frame resonated a dark energy, & you knew for a fact he knew you were there.

“Hey Jojo, i’m home!” You say over to him, putting your shoulder bag on the chair as you kicked off your sandals towards the end of the couch.

Nothing compared to the moment his head slowly turned and met your eyes with the obsession that you were still getting used to. The darkness that birthed inside your boyfriend was definitely out to play tonight.

“Welcome home baby, did you have a good time?”

You stretched out your hands and arms, your back arching along with them. “Eh, the same as the usual.”

Josuke turned around and faced you, his body slowly migrating over to yours. “Tell me what you talked about.”

“Could I do that later?? I’m kind of exhausted and i was hoping that w-“

Pink and Blue flashed in front of you in an instant. All of a sudden you were on your bed, with Josuke standing menacingly in front of you. “Did I fucking ask, little girl? Did i ask for your input?”

Josukes knee rested on your crotch, the top of it making direct contact with your clit. A gasp made its way out of your throat as you gripped the sheet in anticipation.

“You talked about him didn’t you?” Your heart froze yet beat faster at the same time. “Did you talk about how you get so cute and flustered when your soulmates hand goes anywhere near that pretty throat?” His hand slapped your cheek with a sharp smack, his fingers holding your face still. “Or how wet you get when I open those gashes for you. Or maybe you told him how your biggest fantasy is to be raped by him?”

Your mind was a fog with a little siren telling you that he’s making you believe what he’s saying and it’s not what’s happening, but you didn’t care. “No, I only talked about that night.”

Crazy Diamond punched you in the thigh, the 7 inch long cut reopening and bleeding onto the bed as you screamed in pain. “Thats bullshit and you know it,” he said as he put your legs in a mating press, teasing you with his hard on pressing into your sensitive core. His breath danced on your neck as you felt his lips graze over your neck. “You were fucking terrified. I saw your eyes, the pining for me to save you.”

Tears started to well in your eyes.

Josuke let out a dark, manic laughter, “That’s right, go ahead and cry little girl.” Josuke but the soft part of your neck hard enough to make you scream, the pain and pressure making your body convulse up and press against Josukes chest. His long tongue dragged over the wound, quietly comforting you with his sick, twisted words.

“Do you remember what I did after that, baby? I saved my sweet girl & i made that bad man go away.”

As sadistic as he is now, he risked everything to save you. You had never seen Josuke so driven to do something, CD’s speed that day not even Kira could fight. After the final punch, you remembered that Jotaro, Okuyasu, and Koichi were running for Kira while Josuke was running with you back to his house. Honestly, that was the day he changed. His demeanor was completely dark after dressing your wounds, quiet since you wouldn’t let Crazy D heal your body. You wanted the reminder. It DID happen.

Josukes lips rested on your temple as he gently tugged down your sweats & underwear, cold air hitting your core and making you suck in through your teeth. Josuke cooed in your ear as he told you sweet nothings, making your back arch and your breasts touching his chest.

“Awh you are just too cute, sweetie.” Josuke tugged off his pants that let his 7.5 inches spring free. “My pretty little girl will always be safe as long as she’s with me.”

And with that, Josuke bottomed out deep inside of you.

The moan you released triggered something feral inside of Josuke, your breathing labored as his hand gripped your neck to give him control. His speed against your g-spot made your body convulse around his dick and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You whined against his shoulder as your stomach built up a knot. Josuke gripped your hair and tugged your head back and met you eye to eye, “No, no baby you look at me, are you gonna cum?? You wanna fucking cum??” His assault on your g-spot became harder, the pleasure coursing through your body making you cry out for josuke.

“Josuke -oh fuck- honey please please ple-“

“Please what baby, you wanna come?!”

Tears ran down your eyes from overstimulation, “YES JOSUKE PLEASE LET ME CUM!!”

And with that, Josuke rapidly bottomed out until your whole body convulsed with an orgasm, letting himself finish inside your heated core.

Josukes breathing was labored along with yours, and his hands stroking your cheeks as he gives you sweet praises. “Good girl, you’re my sweet baby arent you?? My sweet precious angel, no body does it like you do.” Your boyfriends strong arms lifted you up, and put you & himself under the sheets. Your naked frames spooned each other and the sensation of a forehead kiss swept through your body.

“I’ll always come to your rescue. Whether you need me or not, I will always be there. You’re mine, (Y/N). There’s no escaping me, and sure as hell no one is taking you from me.”

Your head rested against his chest as you let out a slow deep breath. “Yes Josuke, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.”

Josuke darkly chuckled as he lightly tugged on the studded necklace he got you for your birthday, his lips pressing against your head. “Good answer baby.”

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#jojos bizzare adventure yandere #n/s/f/w jjba #yandere jjba #yandere josuke #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashikata #crazy diamond #yoshikage kira

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mst3kproject · 3 years

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The Neanderthal Man

Since I'm taking a break from fishmen, I might as well let Bigfoot catch up a bit. The Neanderthal Man isn't exactly a Bigfoot movie, but it’s along the same lines and its entire starring cast has MST3K pedigrees. Robert Shayne was in Indestructible Man and Teenage Caveman. Richard Crane was Rocky Jones, Space Ranger! Beverly Garland was in Swamp Diamonds and Gunslinger. Even the composer, Albert Glasser, wrote music for Invasion USA, Last of the Wild Horses, and almost all of MST3K’s Bert I. Gordon movies.

Some little mountain town in the middle of the Sierras (which the Portentous 50's Narrator takes some trouble to tell us is a primeval place where 'the defacing hand of civilization has fallen but lightly') is having a rash of saber-toothed tiger sightings! At first these are laughed off, but when the game warden himself sees one cross the road in the middle of the night, it's time to do something about it. The warden shows a cast pawprint to Dr. Ross Harkness in Los Angeles, who is interested enough to come up and see for himself. Local Mad Scientist Dr. Groves pooh-poohs the whole thing, which is enough to tell me that we're not dealing with a local cryptid here. Somebody is making prehistoric monsters.

So... I may not have actually run out of movies, but I seem to be running out of plots, because this is a remarkably similar movie to Monster on the Campus. The major difference between the two films is that Dr. Blake turned himself into a caveman by accident, while Dr. Groves here is doing it on purpose.

Another difference is that Monster on the Campus' story, while silly, was linear – events escalated in a way that felt logical, and there were reasons why things happened when and where they did. By contrast, The Neanderthal Man feels like a first draft. At the beginning of the film, we're dealing with the saber-toothed tigers that Groves has been creating by injecting cats with his de-evolution serum. We hear about these slaughtering game and livestock, and it seems like only a matter of time before they move on to human beings. The beginning of the film is quite upfront about the fact that Groves is responsible, too, as it is only mildly mysterious in its depiction of one of the creatures escaping his lab.

Sometimes the saber-tooths are represented by an actual tiger, usually filmed from behind or at a great distance so nobody has to put the prosthetic teeth on it. They do have prosthetic teeth, but they're only visible in a couple of shots. Imagine being at a bar and some guy tells you his job is sticking fake fangs on real tigers for a caveman movie! For close-ups, there's a hilarious puppet head that looks like the sort of thing you'd see mounted on a frat house wall as a joke. The director had the sense not to linger on this in motion shots, but later we see still photographs Groves has supposedly taken of his experimental subjects and they're even stupider-looking than we imagined.

Anyway, this goes on for a while with rising action, as the game warden goes to get Harkness and they manage to shoot one of the animals, only to have it vanish from the kill site when they try to show it to Groves (the movie never bothers to explain how that happened, incidentally. The ending suggests that the creatures change back when they die, but there's definitely no dead kitty cat at the scene, either). The whole movie could easily have just had the cats and their creator as the antagonists, perhaps even ending the same way as Dr. Groves proves his work to the other characters by injecting himself. That's not what happens, though. Instead, the story mostly forgets about the cats one we find out Groves has also been carrying on human experiments.

(Before himself, Groves' first experimental subject was his disabled Latina housekeeper. Another series of photos show her half-transformed into a cavewoman who for some reason is wearing drag queen false eyelashes. And as long as I'm talking about the movie being gross and bigoted, there's a bit where a woman is violently raped. This happens off camera, but the audience is not allowed to entertain any illusions about it.)

The problem is that before we see him give himself an injection in the arm, we have had absolutely no indication that Groves has been giving his serum to anything besides the cats! Cats are stealthy, cryptic creatures and if one of those has been seen wandering around killing things, then surely a full-on caveman beating people to death would not be able to stay out of sight! If what we were seeing were the first time Groves had tried the formula on himself then that would be an explanation, but his notes reveal that he's been doing it for so long that he's on the verge of losing control of the transformation and permanently reverting to a pre-human status, as indeed he does for the climax. Much like the stupid dinosaur in The Beast of Hollow Mountain, the movie's main monster is given no build-up whatsoever!

There's worse yet, though. The main characters, Dr. Harkness and Groves' daughter Jan, are barely involved in the 'caveman' part of the plot. They get phone calls about the various murders that Groves is committing in caveman form, and they snoop around the lab to figure out things the audience already knows. The same story could have been told without them, perhaps with the game warden and the hunter as protagonists, and it would probably have been more interesting. The script also repeatedly has Dr. Groves wander in and bluster about how the tiger sightings are hallucinations and tall tales, which seems a little unnecessary when we already know he's responsible. The film-makers can't seem to decide whether they want us to know that or not.

Dr. Groves wears glasses. Maybe the reason his primitive alter-ego is angry and breaking shit (although it does politely open and close the window it climbs out of, which made me laugh) is because it can't see. This is also my theory about why the Hulk smashes, and what do you know? In Avengers Endgame he's got Hulk-sized spectacles and only smashes when he's told!

The direction of The Neanderthal Man can probably best be described as 'serviceable'. It shows us what's going on, but doesn't particularly add anything to the proceedings. The 'Neanderthal' mask is immobile and uninteresting, not much better than somebody's Party City Sasquatch costume. Even the eyes are just painted on, meaning the poor guy in the costume can’t do much because he can’t see where he’s going.

The dialogue is often very strange, with characters talking like they're in a Jules Verne novel. If only one person did this, it might seem like a character quirk – it works for Dr. Groves, for example – but it's everybody. Seeing the cat carcass is gone, Harkness declares, “I refuse to believe in the supernatural! There must be some logical cause and effect to this unholy adventure!” Groves' fiancee Ruth berates him for ignoring her, saying, “I want you, the man I once knew! The good companion, the cheerful friend. I want the happiness we once found in each other.” It's bizarre to listen to, and often audibly awkward for the actors.

Monster on the Campus was kind of trying to be about how humanity must choose to evolve away from our inner savage, although the finale didn't bear that out. There's a scene in The Neanderthal Man in which this movie seems to be trying to go in the opposite direction, saying that we were never savage to begin with. Dr. Groves is speaking to a panel of scientists about the size of the brain in various 'primitive' species of human. He points out that by the time we reached Homo erectus we were already working with four times the cerebral jelly of a chimpanzee, and argues that our ancestors would have been recognizably human in their behaviour and problem-solving capacity.

(Amusingly, his chart of human evolution includes Piltdown Man, which was proven to be a hoax literally a few months after this movie's release. What makes this even more tragic for the writers is that their list of primitive humans seems to be the only place where they actually did any research.)

The problem with Dr. Groves' theory is that he already knows it's wrong. We soon learn that he's been experimenting on himself with his serum for a while already, and his notes show that he knows very well he regresses into a near-mindless animal. The movie does not even try to reconcile these ideas. If Groves were continuing his experiments in the hope that perfecting his serum would give him a more accurate reconstruction of ancient man, that would be one thing, but the script never goes there.

So now that we've had two 'man turns into caveman by injecting science juice' movies, of course I have to ask which one is better. Monster on the Campus wasn't a good movie but it was definitely an improvement on The Neanderthal Man in several respects, and although I don't have any way to find out for certain, I suspect it was an intentional remake. It's definitely more entertaining and gets bonus points for including the Meganeura dragonfly, but nothing in it is nearly as funny as The Neanderthal Man's fake tiger head. I guess if you're gonna watch one or the other, stick to Monster on the Campus, but if you're gonna watch both, start with The Neanderthal Man and do them in chronological order, the better to spot the inspirations and references.

Before I go, a fun paleontology fact: current thinking is that the saber-toothed cat's eponymous fangs actually didn't show when it had its mouth closed! There are zero cave paintings or ancient sculptures of a saber-tooth cat with teeth visible, and when scientists looked at the structure of the enamel in the canines, it suggested that in life the teeth were hidden by big, fleshy, St Bernard jowls. Google 'smilodon lips' and behold how this looks fully three hundred percent more ridiculous than you're imagining. I love nature.

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #the neanderthal man #tw: rape #50s #curiously caucasian cavepeople

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tchallasbabymama · 3 years

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all of your love

Hey y’all! Here’s Chapter 4 of my Playlist series. Make sure you catch up on the series (and check out my other stuff) by checking out my masterlist HERE.

Let me know what y’all think!

This one is nasty (18+ as always), enjoy!

Word count: 6,195

T’Challa woke up Tuesday morning eager as a kid on Christmas. Every second that went by brought him closer to Ashanti and he couldn’t wait any longer, his excited nerves building to critical mass within him. Natasha and Wanda had noticed his constant texting and smiling at his beads, and worked hard the entire time he was there to get the truth out of him about who he was talking to. They tried asking Okoye, but she was a steel trap so the two of them cornered him in the living room just before his departure. Their suspicions were confirmed when he proudly pulled up a picture of her to show them.

“Damn she fine, who is that?” Sam sauntered into the room as T’Challa quickly shut the projection down and cleared his throat.

“She is none of your concern.”

“His girlfriend,” Natasha said at the same time before smirking into her cup of coffee. T’Challa looked at her in disbelief and she shrugged back at him in response. “Oh please, he would’ve found out eventually.”

The king rolled his eyes and left the room in a huff to go pack his things.

“He’s so pissy today,” Natasha said, a smirk still firmly planted on her face.

“He misses her, it’s adorable,” Wanda responded.

“Shit, I would too. Y’all saw her.”

T’Challa swept back in the room, bags in hand, calling to Okoye on his beads.

“General, are you ready to go?”

“Ewe kumkani wam, be down in a moment.”

Cap rounded the corner and picked up on T’Challa’s anxious energy. He turned to look at the other faces and a smile crept up his before he turned to his friend.

“Ready to get back to Ashanti, huh?”

A chorus of “Ashanti?!” broke out.

“Why’d he get to know her name and we didn't?” Wanda asked incredulously.

“I was getting there but the bird interrupted,” T’Challa said with a shrug, referring to Sam who rolled his eyes and waved goodbye to the king before leaving the room.

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a second before you go?”

“Of course Steve, what is it?”

The two of them ducked off into the hallway for privacy.

“How is he?” Steve asked of his friend.

“He is responding to treatment really well, you should come see him sometime. Shuri has removed most of the words, and living with the Border tribe seems to be good for his mental state.”

Steve smiled from ear to ear. Hearing about Bucky’s progress warmed his heart and he seriously considered hopping on the jet with T’Challa right then and there.

“How about next week sometime? I have some things I need to finish up here, but I’d love to come see him. And see Wakanda properly this time.”

The two heroes shook hands and returned to the living room. At that moment Vision floated up through the floor and Okoye rounded the corner.

“I will never get used to that.”

“My apologies, general.”

“Apology accepted. My king?”

“Yes, we should get going. I will see you all again, hopefully not too soon.”

They said their goodbyes as the two Wakandans made their way to the Royal Talon Fighter to head home. Once Okoye had them in the air, T’Challa retired to one of the jet’s two bedrooms to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt and take a nap on the plush Wakandan mattress he missed so much. He was out like a light.

“My king, we are home,” Okoye lightly shook T’Challa awake. He got up and changed back into his clothes before exiting the ship. The entire royal family was there to greet him, much to his surprise. He greeted his mother and sister before landing on his cousin.

“Umzala, I thought you were heading to Oakland,” he said as they dapped each other up.

“I’m about to head out now, just figured I’d wait a few and say hey to my favorite cousin.”

“You said I was your favorite cousin!” Shuri butted in.

“Hush, Dr. Frankenstein,” N’Jadaka remarked back at her. Shuri was shocked, but her face quickly morphed into amusement as a laugh erupted from her lips.

“If I’m Dr Frankenstein you just called yourself the monster,” Shuri cackled as she walked away, most likely going back to her lab to tinker with the laws of physics or something simple like that.

“Welcome home son,” Ramonda lightly pushed her nephew aside. “How are the Avengers?”

T’Challa rolled his eyes at their incompetence and inability to work as a fluid team.

“Inept, mama. The captain might be visiting soon though,” he said with an eyebrow raise, knowing his mother had a little crush on Captain America.

“Oh, will he? I’ll have to be sure to spend some one on one time with the captain while he’s here.”

“Ew, Auntie.”

“Mama, please stop.”

“What? I still got it!” Ramonda turned and walked back towards the palace.

The cousins just looked at eachother and shuddered before N’Jadaka took off in the same jet T’Challa just arrived on.

The next morning, T’Challa woke up later than most days. When he returns from a mission he likes to keep his workload light the following day, so he caught up on more of the sleep he had been missing out on. The very first thing he did after waking up was send Ashanti a “good morning beautiful” text, and before his feet even hit the floor she had responded.

Ashanti: Good morning handsome. How did you sleep?

T: Much better in my own bed, but still not as good as when you were in my arms.

A: Don’t make me blush.

T: But it’s so cute when you do.

T’Challa dragged himself out of bed and straight to his shower, turning on the hot water and turning his jungle bathroom into a sauna.

“Kim, shuffle between my recently played songs.” He called out to the AI housed in his beads and around his quarters.

“Now playing ‘all of your love’ by Luke James,” the smooth automated voice rang out. A smile spread across his face as he remembered his picnic with Ashanti by the lake. They tapped beads and made a joint playlist, this album being one of Ashanti’s favorites. He had listened to it multiple times while he was away, missing her with every note.

You got the kinda loving

That'll break a motherfucker's knees, baby

Got me begging, got me craving

I just wanna get a squeeze, baby

Don't leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me baby, yeah)

All of your love, yeah

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

(I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

He stepped under the faux rainfall and let it wash over his body, lathering up with some mango scented black soap. After his perfectly sculpted body was clean he turned off the water and air dried while covering his smooth brown skin in cocoa butter.

The king was looking forward to his day for two reasons: he would get to spend time with his little sister during the day and then Ashanti at night. For his first major stop of the day, he and Shuri went to the mines to check on the progress of the latest excavation efforts. The mining tribe elder K’Hari was intent on setting T’Challa up with his daughter Tamala, so they quickly made their escape to Shuri’s lab where they spent the rest of the day playfully bickering over who makes better gadgets while testing out some of Shuri’s latest inventions. T’Challa knew he would not win the argument, but enjoyed annoying his little sister.

Around lunchtime T’Challa made his way back to the palace to eat with Ramonda in her garden. She wasted no time cutting to the chase.

“So this Ashanti, you have feelings for her?”

T’Challa nearly choked on his water, not expecting to cross into that territory so soon.

“Uh, yes, umama, I do. It is still early though, the other night was only our first da-” he stopped when he saw the incredulous look on her face. She sucked her teeth at him.

“You brought a girl to the palace after one date? Do you make a habit of this?”

“No mama, I promise. The last time was when you caught me a few years back. With Ashanti it just...felt right.”

“Hmm...Lets hope it is. Bringing girls in the palace you barely know, I may not have been there your whole life, but I definitely raised you better than that...I can see she is different though, not like the riff raff you usually sniff around. That last girl you dated was horrid-”

T’Challa listened as Ramonda read his love life for filth, and all he could do was sit there.

“-skirts up to her ass, heels way too high for the setting. Thank Bast you’ve found someone good. Good for you, and good for Wakanda.”

“Woah, mama, we have only had one date and you are talking about Wakanda already? I do not even know if she would want to be queen one day.”

“No, but you want her to. I can see it in your eyes when you look at her. Yes, it’s early but you’re in love, unyana wam. The other day, watching the two of you, I could see how...easy you were with each other. I miss that easiness I had with your father…” T’Challa grabbed her hand as her eyes got misty. Ramonda blinked the tears away and turned the conversation back to T’Challa and Ashanti. “Everyone can see it, and I bet she’s walking around just as googly-eyed as you are.”

______

Ashanti and Kwame walked through the market arm-in-arm, picking up ingredients as they went.

“So tell me about this mining tribe hottie,” Ashanti spoke after a comfortable silence.

“Sis, I have one word for you: biceps. He could benchpress me and I just- woo that’s hot as fuck.” Kwame said, picking up a fan from a vendor and fanning himself dramatically before paying the old lady who ran the store.

“You really just bought a fan to be dramatic?”

“It’s practical and a prop!”

The two roommates broke out into giggles.

“Anyways, his name is Omar. Here’s his picture, isn't he cute? Ugh those dimples, I could swim in them.”

Ashanti flipped through a couple pictures of the two of them before Kwame shut the hologram down.

“You’re scrolling too much, you might see things you can't unsee.”

“Good looking out, friend.”

“So what are you serving kumkani other than that pussy?” Kwame asked loudly.

“Will you keep your voice down?! I’m not trying to announce this to the world.” Ashanti whisper-yelled at him before he threw his hands up in surrender.

“My bad, my bad. Hey did you close the shop today or did you finally hire someone?”

“No, not yet. I haven’t even really been looking, I should get on that. But, uh, yeah I closed early. I'm there 7 days a week, the people can handle me being out for a few hours,” Ashanti said, Kwame nodding along in agreement. “Hey, want to stop by my parents’ place for lunch?”

“Girl when have I ever said no to food?” Kwame responded with excitement. He never said no to food.

“Should we bring something back for B?”

“No she’s probably going to stay a couple nights with Kiki. You know, so they can ‘catch up’ or whatever. Honestly, its like she forgets i can see right through her.” Kwame rolled his eyes.

“Even I can see they have feelings for eachother-”

“Girl blind people see they have feelings for each other. It’s her first experience with a girl so I don’t want to push her but damnit just do gay shit already sis!”

They arrived at Zana Cafe right as Ashanti’s riotous laughter subsided.

“Hey babygirl, hey Kwame! Where’s my other daughter?” Chidi asked, hugging them both.

The three of them sat at a table near the kitchen and away from the hustle and bustle.

“She’s out ignoring her feelings for Kiki.”

“Kiki Odunsi? She’s a nice girl, Binta has good taste.”

“That’s what I said, Baba, but she’s just too nervous to act on it. Yet she pushes me into the king’s arms-”

“I’m sure I don't want to hear the rest of that statement, but your mom will be back soon and I’m sure she’d love to hear all about it. You kids want some food? We got some curry that just finished, you have perfect timing.”

“We felt it in our souls,” Kwame half-joked. Chidi disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared with their food, letting them dig in while he ran the restaurant.

About halfway through lunch Kwame got a message from Omar that made his entire face turn red as his lip disappeared under his top teeth.

“Go ahead,” Ashanti said, already knowing the content of the message without having to see it. He either sent a nasty picture or a dirty text, and either way she knew the second Kwame saw it he was mentally already sucking Omar’s dick.

He got up, giving her a quick peck on the cheek and waving goodbye to Chidi as he all but ran to his dick appointment.

“Well he sure got out of here in a hurry,” Chidi came over and sat across from his daughter.

“A boy texted him.”

“Should’ve known,” he said before clearing his throat. “So, the king...how is that going?”

“You actually want to talk about it?”

“Of course, you’re my daughter. It’s just hard to see you as an adult sometimes, but I’m getting better at it.”

“Well he and I really connect on a lot of levels. He’s so smart, and sweet, and considerate and I know we only had that one date but I feel like I’ve known him for years. We have another date tonight, I’m making him mama’s pirri pirri chicken.”

Chidi sat back in amazement. Here was his little girl...in love...with the king of Wakanda.

“You know, that’s what your mother made the first time she cooked for me.”

“It is?!”

“Mhm, that’s how she hooked me. Been trapped ever since.”

Ashanti playfully hit her father’s arm and thought about her meal plan for later.

“Well, Baba, I have to go prep for tonight. Give Mama my love when she gets back.” Ashanti kissed her father on the cheek and headed back to her empty home.

______

Her “Sacral Chakra” playlist blasted through the house as she danced in her underwear to Missy Elliott’s “Throw it Back” while stirring the rice one last time. Everything was ready, and she still had plenty of time before he was supposed to show up. She put the oven on “warm” and stuffed the dishes inside before removing the rice from the heat and trotting upstairs to get herself ready for the life changing dick-down she was surely about to receive.

She changed the music to fit the mood she wanted to set, switching to her “Sexy” playlist and swooning at the sound of one of her favorite songs tickling her ears.

Like a flame to a moth

I'm addicted to your sauce, so bad

I want it 24/7, 365, 911

I need it fast

Don't leave me 'lone (so)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone (so fast)

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone right here

(911 terrible baby, yeah)

I want it all

Want it all, want it all

Want it all, want it all, my dear

All of your love

(Give it all to me, baby)

All of your love, yes

(It's for me it's for you, baby)

All of your love

('Cause I need it)

Give me all of your love (ooh)

Luke’s voice carried her as she took a dip in the tub with a colorful jasmine and ylang ylang bath bomb before moisturizing with rose-infused shea butter. Her skin smelled like a forbidden garden, just the way she liked it. Then she trimmed her pubic hair, cleaning up her bikini line and giving him a clear, well-groomed path to her treasure trove. Finally, she painted her nails and toes white to stand out against her skin and avoid clashing with her colorful, off the shoulder, bodycon ankara dress. Ashanti chose to keep her braids down and makeup light again, knowing all that extra makeup would get ruined anyway. For a final touch she slid on her strappy gold stilettos, knowing just how much he loved them from their kimoyo chats.

The doorbell rang and Ashanti took a deep breath before straightening her dress and heading to the door. When she opened it both of their jaws dropped. There he was in an all-black suit with a black shirt underneath, a purple pocket square, and that damn hoop in his ear. He looked like the black panther he was and Ashanti wanted nothing more than to be his prey.

His eyes roamed her body and landed back on her face before he stepped over the threshold and pulled her in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced alongside each other as both of their hands reacquainted themselves with the other’s body. T’Challa’s hand steadily sliding down her backside brought her out of her daze and she broke the kiss. He frowned as though she had taken away his favorite toy.

“Dinner, your highness.” She said before giving him one last peck and escaping to the kitchen with him on her heels. As she tried to maneuver around the kitchen, T’Challa refused to let go of her waist, whispering sweet nothings in her ear every few seconds about how much he missed her.

“T’Challa, go sit down, I’ll bring you your food,” She giggled as he kissed her cheek repeatedly. “Go!”

He let her go with a slap on the ass and sat down at the table, watching her float around the kitchen. After a couple minutes, Ashanti set two plates full of delicious looking food down on the table. She cracked open a bottle of palm wine and poured them both a generous amount.

“Are you trying to get me drunk Miss Mostafa?”

“Maybe. Cheers.” Their glasses clinked together and they both took a sip without breaking eye contact.

“Tell me what you think,” Ashanti pointed at his plate to get him to focus. The king took one bite and his eyes rolled back in his head.

“You made this?!”

“Ha ha, T’Challa. Yes, I made this. It’s my umama’s recipe though. And make sure you save room for dessert” she said while digging into her food.

“My compliments to the chef,” he said as he seductively brought his lips around his forkful of food, still staring into her soul.

The two of them caught up on their time apart, what little they didn’t already discuss in their kimoyo chats. T’Challa regaled her with stories of his work with the Avengers, and he watched her in admiration as she spoke about the happenings at Taj’s.

“Ready for our next course?” Ashanti asked the king.

“I am.”

Ashanti scooped the warm mango cobbler into two bowls and topped each one with ice cream. She set T’Challa’s bowl down in front of him and went to take her seat when his hand wrapped around her wrist and tugged her back towards him.

“Sit on my lap,” he said in a low grumble.

Ashanti’s feet carried her back to the king and she turned to sit across his lap.

“Not like that, face me.”

“My dress-”

“I don’t care.”

A chill went down her spine as she hiked her dress up over her thick thighs and straddled him. He reached for his bowl and scooped up some cobbler and ice cream, bringing it to her lips.

“Open.”

Her lips parted and she tasted her sugary concoction, happy it turned out how she wanted it to.

“Is it good?”

“Yes.”

“Is it sweet?” He asked, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her scent.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Feed it to me.”

They took turns feeding eachother the cobbler, licking the melted ice cream from each other's lips. With each bite, the king’s hand travelled further and further up Ashanti’s thigh, gripping her tight and causing her to let out the tiniest whimpers.

He could smell her arousal and it drove him crazy. When his hands travelled up to her hips and felt no underwear she looked at him and winked, flipping the switch within him. His eyes turned almost completely black as his fingers trailed across her body directly to her clit. Ashanti jumped, but his other arm held her down. His fingers circled her clit, making more wetness drip out of her. She suckled on his bottom lip and moved her hips to get him to stop teasing her, but he wasn’t a fan of her defiance.

“Did I say move?”

His voice sent a chill down Ashanti’s spine and straight to her pussy. Another rush of liquid escaped her and T’Challa chuckled darkly.

“You like when I tell you what to do, don't you?” He asked, one hand still teasing her clit while the other gripped her jaw forcing her to look into his eyes. She nodded desperately and he laughed in her face. “I know you do, kitten. You know what I want you to do for me?”

She struggled to compose herself, his teasing becoming too much for her to handle.

“What? I’ll do anything”

“I know you will. Cum on my fingers when I fucking say so, do you understand me?” She nodded as his fingers moved down to her now dripping hole, three of them opening her up and sliding in deep while the heel of his hand pushed into her clit. He slapped her ass with his free hand. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Y-yes.”

He curled his fingers inside her, alternating between quick and slow thrusts, all while dragging the pads of his fingers across her g-spot. More wetness pooled between her legs as he dug in her, causing her to grind into his hand for even more friction.

“There you go, nasty girl. Work for it, mhm…” He licked from her collarbone to her ear before nibbling on her lobe, making her release a moan from deep within her core. “You sound so beautiful, I’m going to make you sound like this all night. Are you ready for me?”

She held on tight to his shoulders and rocked into him more, the tension building in her body.

“Yes, kumkani.”

He growled and pulled his fingers from her, placing his hands under her thighs and picking her up while she whined at the empty feeling.

“Where’s your room?” He spoke into her ear as she wound her hips against his and sucked on his neck. She pointed up the stairs, but her lack of communication frustrated him more. He needed to be inside her now.

He backed her into an empty wall and pushed his pelvis into hers. Her eyes rolled back at the feel of his third leg against her pussy.

“You want it?” He teased. She nodded vigorously as he unzipped his pants and pushed them to his feet. “Do something about it.”

She reached between them and almost cried at the feeling of his hot, pulsating dick in her hands. She couldn’t close her small hands around it, and she wondered briefly about how it would fit in her mouth. She felt the throbbing veins up and down his shaft and his length would surely fill her to the brim. She swiped her thumb over the precum oozing out the head of his dick and brought it to her lips to taste. The sweet saltiness of him set her off, and she lifted her body up before sliding down on his length.

She was too eager to be bothered by the stretch of her pussy, just wanting him inside her.

He moaned into her ear and gripped her ass tight as she enveloped him in her warmth. He wanted to keep his composure, but it slipped more with every bounce of her juicy ass onto his pelvis. The thickness of his dick pulling her clit combined with the edging from earlier had her on the verge of an orgasm already.

After letting her get used to his size, the king decided to stop playing nice and pushed her back into the wall, staring deep into her eyes as he thrust into her body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held on for dear life as he busted her wide open.

“Oooh, T’Challa!”

“Hm? You like when I do that? What about this?” He lifted her and brought her down onto him, the force causing her to yell out his name between thrusts.

“T-Chal-la, oh-my-Bast-it-feels-so-good. Mmm I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She barely rushed out before her muscles tightened and released around him, both of them moaning out in pleasure. He continued to hold her while they stared into each other’s eyes forehead to forehead, breathing heavily, until she broke the silence.

“Can I taste you?” she whispered and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He placed her down and she immediately sank to her knees, licking her essence off of his dick.

His hand went to the back of her head as she sucked the tip and rotated her two hands along his shaft. After a few moments she grew brave and pushed him further into her throat, making his toes curl. She was down to one hand and decided to go even deeper. Resting her jaw, she brought her free hand to stroke his shaft while alternating between licking his balls and softly bringing them into her mouth. Her lips made their way back to his pulsating dick, his chorus of “fuck yes, just like that” and “suck that dick” lost on her ears while she focused all her will power on swallowing the monster before her. Her mouth slowly crept over his tip and down his shaft as far down as she went before. She swallowed and took him in deeper, nose almost touching his pubic hair.

“Fuck!”

He wasn’t expecting that and came down her throat. She gladly swallowed every drop.

“Good girl, make sure you clean your plate for your king.” He pulled her up by her jaw and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth to taste himself on her. He slapped both her ass cheeks.

“Get in that bedroom.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her room, her dress at her waist and those damn heels on her feet. Ashanti had a feeling those would be staying on most of the night.

When she opened her door, he only looked around briefly before grabbing her by her throat and licking her neck. Her pussy throbbed once more.

“Why do you like when I’m rough with you?” He growled in her ear as he unzipped her dress. “Answer me.”

“My king, I-I don’t know but it turns me on.”

“You don’t know, huh? That’s not a good enough answer. Bend over, grab your ankles. Let’s see if you can figure it out” His hand pushed on her back, making her bend at the waist before he slammed into her, taking everything she had to give. His hips slowed down and stirred inside her, making her release a long, deep moan each time he pushed deeper.

Tears came to her eyes from how he was hitting it. She had never felt anything so deep or so thick inside her, and the way he was moving made her cry out to the heavens.

“Bast!”

“She’s not here love, you’re at my mercy,” He chuckled and grabbed her neck, pulling her up to whisper in her ear as his hips sped back up and she grabbed onto the back of his head for stability. His left hand had a tight grip on her hip, but his right hand came up to tweak her nipples as he slowed his strokes back down, circling his hips.

“Yes, kumkani” she moaned out on repeat like a broken record. He had hit that spot in her that shut her brain down, making her putty in his hands.

“I’m going to ask you again sithandwa, why do you like it when I’m rough with you? Hmm? I know it’s hard to think right now, but try for your kumkani. We talked about it before. Why do you want me to treat you this way?”

“B-because I’m my kumkani’s little slut.”

He smiled as wide as the cheshire cat and stilled inside her, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest.

“That’s my good girl, my little slut. You like being kumkani’s little slut?”

“Mmm, yes. Please, make me your slut kumkani. I’ll be good.”

He pulled out and slapped her ass.

“Prove it. Good girls ride dick.” He laid back on the bed, hands behind his head as he watched her stand over him and squat onto his throbbing member. He moaned as she dropped her weight on him and picked it back up repeatedly, tightening her kegel muscles on the way back up each time. She eventually dropped down to her knees to give her thighs a break and leaned back towards his legs, giving him a full view of her body as he watched himself go in and out of her.

“Shit, Ashanti.”

She slowed down and sat up, circling her hips and gripping him tight before leaning over and letting him suck on her nipples. She let him have his fill then whispered in his ear, “Am I a good girl yet?”

His mouth left her breasts and he pulled her into a deep kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance with his eventually winning again. He pulled back to take in her beautiful face that was twisted in pleasure, his black eyes staring deep into her brown ones.

“The best.”

The king wrapped his arms around Ashanti’s waist and spread his legs before thrusting up into her, catching her off guard. Her body succumbed to his and another wave of intense pleasure washed over her as she came once more. He fucked her all the way through her orgasm, refusing to let up.

“Do you have one more in you kitten? Can you be a good girl and cum again for your kumkani?”

“T’Challa, I-”

“Who?!” he hooked his arms under her knees and flipped them over, driving his big dick deep into her guts with a roll of his hips.

Tears came to her eyes and he wiped them away, pausing his movements. “Are you ok, love? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I...it just feels so good. You feel so good inside me, baby.”

“Do I?” he teased as he thrust impossibly deeper inside her, watching as the tears sprang from her eyes, kissing them away.

“Yessss,” she hissed as their foreheads came together so they could stare deep into each other’s souls as their climaxes approached.

He pushed her legs back further and she felt him drop all his weight into her pussy over and over and over and she left her body, tears running from her eyes and juices seeping from her pussy. Her head rolled back and a faint smile appeared on her face as he fucked her stupid. Her nails dug into his back as his hips continued to thrust into her from above and he left his signature on her neck. He felt her body tensing up again and he decided to stop delaying his release before he killed the poor girl.

“Kitten.” He said to her in a soft, sweet voice, slowing down his strokes and just grinding in her deep. She struggled to focus on him but when their eyes met, he leaned in for a soft kiss. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. You take me so well baby, it’s like your pussy was made for me. You said I could cum inside you, will you still let your kumkani cum deep inside that pussy?” They had already discussed this, knowing it would come up at some point. Luckily they both had their STI prevention shots and they were both on birth control, so since they shared the same kink they decided to go for it.

“Yesss, please kumkani. Cum inside me,” Ashanti said as she locked her legs around his waist.

The king’s thrusts picked up the pace, elevating them both to their highs. The tension rose in their bodies, Ashanti scrambling to hold him closer, and T’Challa struggling to contain his strength so as not to cause real damage. When the dams broke, their bodies shook violently and he filled her up while she spilled all over him. He slowly thrusted into her as his dick continued to pump her pussy full of him. His thrusts slowed to a stop as she came down from her climax. He leaned back and opened his mouth and let a glob of spit fall onto her clit before lightly rubbing it in with his thumb.

“T’Challaaaaa!” she whined, feeling overwhelmed. He smirked and stopped, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead then her nose, then her lips.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he said as he continued to lightly kiss around her face and neck. Her legs still hadn't let him go, so his hips churned inside her very slowly, grinding just enough to keep her turned on but not enough to over stimulate her. “You just can’t let me go, huh?”

“Uh-uh,” she pulled him to her soft lips, only allowing them to slightly graze each other. “You feel too good.” She whined.

“Oh I do? You love when I’m deep in that pussy, don't you? You want me in there all the time? Want me to slut you out whenever I fucking feel like it?”

“Mmmm, yes kumkani.”

“Good girl. Now let me go baby, I’m not done with you.”

“T’Cha-” She was cut off by a deadly glare. “Kumkani, my pussy is tired.”

“I know kitten, this will help her feel better.”

Ashanti slowly unraveled her legs and moaned as his dick slowly left her, pulling on her clit and her g-spot on the way out. The emptiness she felt was soon replaced by the feeling of his copious amounts of cum dripping from her hole.

T’Challa moaned at the sight then leaned in for a taste, causing Ashanti to gasp unexpectedly. His tongue moved up and down her pussy, collecting his cum and spreading it all over. He sucked on her clit and his fingers slowly found their way inside her to rub on her spot before his finger and tongue switched. He tongue fucked her walls while his thumb strummed her clit lazily, her legs twitching on every upstroke . His moans of pleasure pushed her further to her climax and when he started slurping his cum out of her pussy she lost it, body convulsing and cumming all over his chin. He slurped up their combined fluids and brought his lips to hers, transferring their cum to her mouth for her to taste. She swallowed and stared into his eyes, bottom lip between her teeth. He rolled over beside her and they faced each other.

“Don’t look at me like that. You already won't be walking tomorrow, but I can make it a week,” T’Challa warned and the two broke out into laughter.

“Wow, just...that was...wow,” Ashanti said, still processing what just happened.

“Is something wrong? Was I too rou-” Ashanti shut him up with a kiss.

“It was amazing. And oh my Bast, you are nasty as fuck.”

T’Challa chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his chest.

“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, dear.”

Ashanti stilled then looked up at him in fear and arousal, both of which were made worse by the bloodthirsty look on his face.

“What else are you into?”

The two lovers laid there and talked for hours, only pausing for a brief moment while Ashanti went to the bathroom. They talked about their kinks and exploring more together. They spoke about their futures, their bucket lists, their families, and more. The conversation veered from comical to serious to heart wrenching to seductive all within the span of a few hours.

They eventually fell asleep with T’Challa’s strong arms wrapped around Ashanti’s waist, just like the last time they slept in each other’s arms and hopefully just like all the times they’ll lay together in the future.

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

In you

Our love

Your love

On me

Our love

My love

Ooh!

(Did you ever think that, maybe

Maybe it's destiny?

Maybe it's destiny that brought us together)

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World Building Wednesday! (AU edition)~

The Hunt (Fellswap)

*I am going to start off with some basic information just to start!*

The Surface: The surface has been overrun by corrupt leaders. It is very much the concept of big brother. They are a council that presides over the affairs of the world. If you are seen as a threat you will be immediately thrown into “prison” without a trial. They hold occasional public trials in the guise of being fair. Just as WTU claims, the very concept of magic is a threat to them so those that have it are quickly disposed of but leaders don’t always do the dirty work themselves. No. In fact, they use another source by means of execution…the monsters. More accurately it is very similar to the idea of throwing your enemies into a kind of gladiatorial arena. It is not technically considered an execution if circumstances lead to death. The humans are not stupid they know what is going on. Some believe in rebellion against the state and some wonder if the monsters could fix their corrupt world. Either way, the corruption continues and they are not above tossing innocents into “the pit” if it suits their agenda. “The Pit” (aka the Underworld/Underground): The underworld is broken up into different factions by location. The only location without a faction or any type of ruler is The Ruins, because of its size and its isolation this is where humans try to reach for some form of Salvation. Asgore, the caretaker, has made it into an encampment for those that have fallen (the innocent ones). It is almost like a refugee camp. Unfortunately very few make it to Asgore’s safe haven. He does his best. Poor goat dad. He is not like canon Toriel however as he will use violence if necessary as he knows that humans are simply using them as tools to get rid of who they deem criminal. There are signs of old campfires, broken tents, and habitation. Before The Ruins is, of course, the main factions. “Snowdin” is the beginning and Crimson is one of the most powerful in the Underworld.

The Layout of the world: New Home= The Capital Snowdin= Magmire Waterfall= Windyspires Hotland= Tundra

The Underworld is backward to its original layout. The humans end up trapped in The Capital instead and they have to make their way to The Ruins to escape. So it would go like this: The Capital -> Tundra ->Windyspires ->Magmire. The closer the faction to the capital the higher the rank in other words because both Grimm and Crimson live in Tundra. Crim is the lord making him one of the most notorious. He is known for being a loyal “dog” to his queen. Whether that be out of loyalty or self preservation is unclear. Each faction has a lord or lady that rules over it. The ones loyal to Toriel’s (As a side note she is known as the ice queen) regime and their supposed way of life. This also means the closest ones receive the most benefits. Tundra is the one with the most prestige and of course other monsters are trying to strip that title from its current holder, The Crimson Lord. Due to Crimson’s loyalty, he is almost exempt from any wrongdoing in the Queens’ eyes which means he can do pretty much anything he wants. Which is dangerous and I will explain why in a bit. I have a faction ruler list sitting here so I am going to add that to this as well. They are as follows, of course, this does not account for potential power struggles during the story: The Capital -> QUEEN: Toriel Dreemurr Tundra -> Lord: Crimson Lady: N/A Windyspires -> Lord? (I mean she wouldn’t want to be called a lady SHE IS TOO TOUGH FOR THAT!): Alphys Lady: Undyne Magmire-> Lord: Grillby Lady: Muffet “It’s Hunt or be Hunted”: The motto of this verse. After so many centuries of humans being disposed of by monsters they become aggressive. In addition the anger toward all of humanity begins to fuel violence in the monsters. The hunts deter monster on monster violence. It also adds fuel to Queen Toriel’s fire that one of the humans that fell down the first time killed her son. This of course is a lie as Asriel seeks refuge with his father in The Ruins. He helps as much as he can watch his mother lose her mind from afar. It saddens him but he refuses to be a part of this new world order. That is when they realized that humans weren’t just falling into the Underworld. They were throwing throwing the worst of the worst. Their undesirables, criminals, and anyone that dare went against their own agenda. At first, they just captured them and held them in the Capitals network of catacombs but then some began to escape causing damage across their “New Home”. Toriel wouldn’t allow it. A proposal turns it into a game of cat and mouse. The humans are detained and released and then the monsters hunt them down. It used to be about protection but now it’s become a sick twisted death game. The forests of Tundra are littered with traps and deadly pitfalls along with the rest of the locations.

The Brothers Grimm:

Grimm is the wilder of the two brothers and is very much a predator type. His name is derived from the mythos of the Grimm or Black dog. I wanted to keep that dark omen symbology in both his name and design. He slinks around in the shadows so that the black dog aspect is not far off. He also loves watching from trees. He enjoys the catching and hunting aspect of his job and even plays around with his “toys” when he finds them. He will specifically call anyone “chew toy” in a mocking kind of way. That does not mean though that he will not spare you if he catches you. He is naturally curious by things. He also has a little skele tail too. Unlike his brother, Grimm doesn’t really have an ego he just finds his job fun. He is like a giant untamed wolf. Grimm has a love of sweets as well. He admires his brother but he is not bound to his brother. In other words this is not a master, dog dynamic. He is, however, the more accepting of the two. If he is asked to do something he doesn’t approve of then he most likely won’t. Also just because he has the whole puppy thing going on doesn’t mean he isn’t smart and cunning. Again he likes to play around with those he finds sometimes not even dragging them back to his brother for a while. If you are a threat he will kill you but if you’re not you can probably get on his good side. If he thinks you are cute he will probably flirt with you too. He is not beyond that. He plays the part of the dog quite well. Crimson is more sophisticated. He doesn’t go out on “hunts” himself often as he has a faction to rule over but those brought to him will see first hand that he is an insufferable flirt. He is prideful, egotistical, and commanding. He also has a bad habit of keeping mementos from those he deems worthy (what those are… you don’t want to know). He is stern with his brother and seems very outwardly cold to most unless he is playing up his charm. He is not someone you want to make angry as Toriel considers him to also be the Bloody Lord. His weapon of choice is a rapier. His drinks of choice are red wine and champagne specifically the pink kind. Crimson’s incisor teeth also have that vampire point to them. They are longer than the rest of them. There is far more to Crimson than just a ruthless skeleton lord.

The Ultimate Unlikely Hunters: This backstory will involve Grimm and Crimson’s unusual infliction and conditions. They were both experiments under Rivers research team in the beginning. Having been weak monsters as children unable to gain any LV they had to think of a way to survive. They did not seem to possess the ability to wield magic. Tired, injured, and without hope Papyrus carried his baby brother all the way to Windyspires banging weakly on the metal plated doors. The Royal scientist at the time, Dr. River Styx, took the boys in. River cares about the two brothers and he gives them a choice if they want to become stronger as their souls are not capable of it on their own. Grimm takes the offer hoping it will save his baby brother offering to be the first test subject. At the time Undyne was nothing but a teenage prodigy lab tech watching the events of soul manipulation take place. At first the process works. Pap is able to conjure new bone like attacks with magic and all seems to be well. The results cause River to start the experiment on Sans next. By this time complications have already begun to show signs. Pap seems to be more short tempered and aggressive even with little things. His mood swings cause him to lock himself up being monitored day by day.

Sans has never seen his gentle brother this aggressive before forcing himself to look away as they have to strap him down for a follow up experiment. He tries to help his brother the best he can and takes on the older brother role due to Pap’s inability to think clearly. Even he is starting to change. The longer this situation continues the more Sans becomes numb to the feeling. That is until one day Pap’s condition takes a turn for the worse causing him to lash out, bones shifting and elongating. He drops to the ground in agony transforming into a skeletal beast like wolf tearing the entire lab apart. Sans on the other hand continues to take care of his brother but he too is feeling some strange side effects to the soul manipulation. It turns out that each monster’s ancestry buried deep within their soul draws upon a primal power. Not all monsters were about love and compassion in the beginning. Bringing this primal trait to the surface causes adverse physical and biological changes within the two. Sans is more gradual as he starts to be in immense pain. His soul struggles to keep itself together but even he snaps lunging at a lab tech. He zeros in on their soul pulling it from their chest and sinking his teeth into it, draining it of its life force. The pain is suddenly gone. He realizes that he needs souls essence and power to keep that hunger/thirst at bay. It gives him extraordinary abilities. He remembers a long time ago reading about a monster that humans had such a fear of, the vampire. As he comes into power he realizes that humans concentrated soul traits are even better than monster souls. The blood has a high concentration of soul essence which sustains humans as well as monsters (yes the monsters bleed in this). His brother learns to control this new beast within himself but not before he nearly claws his brothers socket out, hence the signature scar. Crimson has scars on his entire body from trying to reason with his once feral brother. They slowly work their way up to eventually ruling the second most powerful kingdom in the entire Underworld with exception to The Capitol. The constant hunts keep both the brothers conditions satisfied. No one is quite sure how the two skeleton brothers became this way after River’s disappearance, all except Undyne.

*This is just to get started! If you have any questions about the characters, how the world works, the layout, story, any of that go ahead and drop me an ask I would love to answer them!*

#undertale #WBW #Worldbuilding Wednesday AU edition #underfell #Fellswap #undertale au #underfell au #The Hunt #friskys multiverse #kits multiverse #multiverse #The Crimson Lord #Crimson #my au #Fellswap au #fairytale aesthetic #lore

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Villainous: Reform School Chapter 35

Out of an overabundance of caution, 505 picked Melanie up and put him on his shoulders as they waded into the waist deep water.

“You know I can swim, right?” Melanie said. “You don’t have to carry me on your shoulders. I wouldn’t want to hurt your shoulders.”

505 shook his head to show that it was no problem for him.

Melanie relented, shrugged her shoulders, and let herself look around, enjoying the view of the ocean.

The ocean was perfect that day, not too rough or too smooth. 505 took the brunt of what little waves there were and enjoyed every minute of it.

Melanie watched the waves around her peacefully, watching the birds, the waves, and an animal bob its head out of the water from about 50 feet away. Wait, what?

Melanie looked over in the direction of the animal, and the creature poked its head out of the water and disappeared again. It was a seal. A familiar-looking reddish-brown seal.

What? Melanie thought to herself. No, it can’t be. There was no way.

Then suddenly, Melanie heard a telepathic, Irish accented voice in her head saying, “Melanie! It’s me, Sadie!”

Melanie felt her heart drop and her eyes grow wide in horror as she saw her friend in seal form poke her head out of the water from about 30 feet away.

Without a word or a second to think, Melanie summoned her wings, flew over in the direction of the seal, and hoped no one would notice.

505 watched Melanie fly away in confusion and tried calling out to her, but when she didn’t respond, he just walked back to shore.

Meanwhile, Flug was pulling on Demencia’s leash to hold her back while the pregnant couple dashed away as quickly as they could.

“Demencia, for the last time, I told you to stop!” Flug snapped.

Demencia responded with a malicious giggle and pulled even harder.

The tug-of-war continued until Flug noticed 505 without Melanie.

Flug let go of Demencia’s leash, causing her to faceplant in the sand, as he raised a brow and asked 505, “505, where is Melanie?”

505 scratched his head and pointed out into the ocean where Melanie was flapping her wings and looking around.

Back over the water, Melanie looked around nervously hoping to spot her friend.

“Sadie?” Melanie cried quietly. “Sadie, where are you?”

“I’m right here,” Sadie said telepathically as she finally let herself be seen. “I have swum for miles, and I’m here to help you! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Melanie! How did you get away from Black Hat?”

“I didn’t,” Melanie replied, gesturing to her foot and then to shore. “I’m being tracked every second. His servants, the mad scientist, the lizard lady, and the sentient bear are watching me right now. I’m only outside right now because the mad scientist wanted to make me feel better after a super sucky day. I’m not free…”

“Nothing to fear, dear friend,” Sadie interrupted telepathically with her characteristically sunny demeanor. “I can get that tracker off and get you out of here in no time!”

“You can’t!” Melanie cried. “Listen to me. You need to get out of here now. Black Hat wants to defeat the Nunjas and use me as bait to lure the Nunjas here. What do you think will happen if he finds you here? You need to return home…”

Back on shore, 505 continued staring out over the water and tilted his head curiously.

Flug put his hand over his goggles to help him see more clearly and asked, “What is she doing out there?”

Back out at sea, Sadie excitedly explained, “I can’t go home. All the sisters have gone on vacation to escape town till the Nunjas figure out what to do. Lucy has disappeared completely. No one knows where she is. My parents and I are on our yacht on a trip back to Ireland. I left a note while my parents were napping when we weren’t too far away from Black Hat Island. That’s how I came to be here with you. All the sisters were told to stay in hiding until the elder sisters had come up with a plan to save you. But when I found out that we were taking the boat, I simply couldn’t stay put. I was too worried. I had to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, Sadie, but get back to the boat now please,” Melanie pleaded sternly. “I let Lucy’s identity slip out, and now, Black Hat plans to use me as bait to lure her here. If you get captured, Black Hat could use you as bait too. And if you refused, he’d torture you into complying and spilling more secrets. Even if you tried to be silent, my papi Lord Reaper is here. And between him and Black Hat, the two of them would find ways to make you talk. You need to go back to your boat right now.”

Sadie then noticed the back of Melanie’s neck.

Sadie swam around her, got a closer look before Melanie turned back around, and asked, “Melanie, how did you get that wound on your neck?”

“Yeah,” Melanie admitted quickly while looking around nervously. “The evil scientist and my ‘teacher’ Dr. Flug, he implanted a chip into my neck after I broke the tracker on my foot, and I got it out and hurt myself. So, the doctor patched me up. I thought I explained it in the group text.”

“I didn’t see it!” Sadie replied in a loud tone that almost made Melanie forget the voice was telepathic. “I have been swimming in the ocean for the better part of an hour. Oh, my God! They’re hurting you! There’s no time to waste! We’ve got to get you out of here now!”

“Sadie, I can’t leave!” Melanie cried quietly. “If I were to disappear now, Black Hat would use every resource he has to find me and you. I have this tracker on my foot. They’d find us. I can’t go back with you. How much clearer do I have to make that?”

“Then let me get it off! Then we can disappear together!” Sadie yelled before she jumped out of the water and tried to get her teeth on Melanie’s tracker before Melanie managed to fly out of the way.

The onlookers on the beach saw something jump out of the water at Melanie. Even Demencia had stopped what she was doing to watch.

505 yelped in concern and ran back to the water towards her, calling out to her to come back in.

Flug ran next to 505 to the edge of the water, waving his hands and yelling at the top of his lungs, “HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! GET BACK HERE!”

“Oh, merde,” Melanie muttered out loud as she looked back to shore before turning back to Sadie. “Sadie, they’ve seen you! You must go back now before they come out here to drag me back to shore! Please!”

“But I can get it off,” Sadie pleaded. “Then we can go escape successfully and you can make a triumphant return like the pirate queen Grace O’Malley when she returned to Ireland after her captivity.”

“Sadie, I tried getting a tracker like this off earlier with my scythe, bath water, and the fires of Hell,” Melanie pleaded back. “If that wasn’t enough to get it off, your teeth won’t be either! Please Sadie. I’ve learned the hard way that escaping from here and resisting Black Hat are not as simple as you think. We have to be smart about this, smarter than we’ve ever been about anything. With God’s, smart planning’s, yours, and the other Nunjas’ help, I’ll get out of here, but that won’t be possible if you’re in danger. Please. Just leave. I’ll make my triumphant return like Grace O’Malley another day, but for right now, I have to go back!”

Sadie’s seal eyes flashed in pain and sadness as she pleaded, “But Melanie…”

“MELANIE!” Flug yelled even louder before turning to Demencia and yelling, “Demencia, get her!”

With the flash of an evil smirk, Demencia jumped into the water and began swimming over to Melanie.

Sadie’s seal eyes grew wide with fear, and she asked sheepishly, “Who is that?”

“That is the psycho woman they hire out to kill heroes,” said Melanie, flashing frightened eyes of her own at her friend. “It’s me she’s after, not you. Now, go!”

“Okay,” Sadie said telepathically as she began swimming back the way she came. “Be brave, Melanie. This won’t be the last time we see each other in this world. One way or another, you’ll make your triumphant return. I’ll be sure to tell Lucy what I saw. Don’t give into those gobshites. Bye for now!”

Sadie then dove under the water and swam away.

Melanie flew towards the shore in a desperate attempt to get Demencia’s eyes off Sadie. She flew over the lizard woman swimming in the water with a mischievous smirk as she wracked her brains for a decent lie.

Before she turned around, Demencia looked under the water and noticed a seal swimming in the other direction.

Flug looked at Melanie with crossed arms as she flew back onto the shore and landed.

“What were you doing out there?!” Flug asked angrily as 505 put his hands around her shoulders.

“Nothing,” Melanie lied. “I was just staring at the sea creatures in the water.”

“Who goes out into the ocean to just stare at the water?” Flug asked skeptically. “There are no peaceful fish around Black Hat Island.”

“I was just thinking,” Melanie retorted annoyedly. “I haven’t been able to do that much today.”

“You were talking to the seal, weren’t you?!” Demencia yelled as she waded her way back to shore.

Melanie felt her stomach drop and shook nervously. 505 noticed and gave her a questioning glance.

“What are you talking about?” Melanie asked, shaking off her nerves and pretending to sound annoyed. “Seals aren’t native to this area.”

Flug walked over to Demencia who was shaking the salt water off as she stepped back onto the sand and asked, “A seal? Demencia, are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Demencia said, pointing back towards the water. “I saw a seal swimming away.”

“That is weird,” Flug said, gathering his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Melanie had walked over to her towel, taken a gulp of water, and pulled back on her shorts and shirt. She went about her business and refused to look at anyone for fear of betraying her friend. Melanie was so preoccupied that she forgot her sunglasses were still on and pulled her shirt over her head with them still over her eyes, causing them to fall onto the sand.

Unfortunately, Flug noticed Melanie’s clumsiness and her attempts to avoid eye contact.

Flug walked over to Melanie picking up and wiping off the sunglasses she had just dropped and asked, “Melanie, what are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing!” Melanie blurted out. “I just don’t feel like looking at your stupid faces anymore!”

“Melanie…” Flug pushed.

“Dios mio, do you have to be on my case about everything?!” Melanie snapped, finally looking at Flug with angry eyes. “I have ADHD. So, I like to stare in random directions to think sometimes. Am I not allowed to do that either? Just leave me alone!”

505 walked over to Melanie and put a hand on her shoulder. She looked at him, smiled, and held onto his paw. The bear gently led Melanie to the shore so that she could let the ocean wash over her feet while she took a moment to calm down.

Meanwhile, Flug walked up next to them and examined the ocean. He could spend a lot of time asking her questions and trying to interrogate her, but that would most likely go nowhere.

“For your sake, hope it’s just that,” Flug said.

Melanie shook nervously and allowed 505 to put his arm around her to give her a hug.

It was then that Melanie heard Sadie’s telepathic voice sing out from the sea in Irish Gaelic, “Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!”

The voice then went silent as Melanie looked around to make sure that Sadie wasn’t nearby.

Flug noticed her behavior and came up with an idea.

“Well, I think it’s about time we get you fed and ready for bed,” Flug said. “It’s been a long day.”

“What?” Melanie asked, turning around to look at Flug incredulously. “The sun’s still up.”

“Yep, I think your grandfather was right,” Flug explained while 505 shyly walked away to prepare everything to go back up to the manor. “You need to rest. In fact, I think you should be confined to your room for the rest of the day.”

“Why?” asked Melanie annoyedly while 505 shook the sand out of the towels. “What’s the real reason you’re doing it?”

“To be completely honest, I need a break,” Flug said, folding his arms. “It’s been a long enough task babysitting you, and I still have other work to do, thank you very much. Besides, you seem tired.”

“Tired of your nonsense, maybe,” Melanie retorted.

505 finished packing everything into the beach bag, put Melanie’s knapsack on her back, and dropped her shoes in front of her in an effort to keep the peace.

“You are definitely tired,” Flug said while 505 nervously pushed Melanie into her shoes and whined to signal to her that she needed to calm down.

Unfortunately, 505’s efforts were fruitless.

“I am not tired, and I don’t need to be babysat!” Melanie retorted.

“See? You’re cranky,” Flug argued back. “Come on. Let’s get going. No complaining or your bedtime is at 8.”

“Wait, I thought you said my bedtime would be at 9,” Melanie replied.

“That’s it. Your bedtime’s at 8,” Flug said, with an exceptionally petty tone as he put his coat back on.

“What?” Melanie asked incredulously. “This isn’t fair! Why are you really doing this? What are you planning?!”

Flug rolled his eyes, picked up Demencia’s leash, and retorted, “To have some time away from you if I haven’t made that clear enough! Now, put on your shoes and let’s go!”

Melanie was about to reply when she heard Sadie’s singing again, “Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha ‘bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!”

Once again, no one else heard the voice but her.

505 gently put his arm around Melanie to usher her forward, but she didn’t budge and listened for more singing from Sadie.

“Bauw?” 505 asked when Melanie didn’t keep walking.

Flug turned around to see what Melanie was doing.

“You really want me to make it 7, don’t you?” Flug asked annoyedly.

Melanie began to hear the singing again by herself again. She panicked internally. How far was Sadie from shore if she could still hear her telepathic voice at this range?

Melanie glared back at Flug and replied, “If time away from me is really what you want, then fine! See you later!”

Melanie summoned her wings and flew off the ground into the air to see if she could see Sadie from the air and get some distance from her annoying warden.

All the while she could hear Sadie singing, “'Sé do bheatha, a bhean ba léanmhar, Do b' é ár gcreach thú bheith i ngéibheann, Do dhúiche bhreá i seilbh méirleach, Is tú díolta leis na Gallaibh! Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!”

“NO!” Flug screamed in a panic. “Cover her, 505!”

Unfortunately, 505 didn’t understand the orders and stared at Flug in confusion while Melanie flew above him. Demencia broke away from Flug, climbed 505’s back, jumped up, and tried to grab Melanie’s legs, but Melanie flew away and avoided her arms.

Melanie flew higher and kept listening to Sadie’s singing while visually trying to see if she could find her, “Tá Gráinne Mhaol ag teacht thar sáile, Óglaigh armtha léi mar gharda, Gaeil iad féin is ní Frainc ná Spáinnigh, Is cuirfidh siad ruaig ar Ghallaibh! Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Óró, sé do bheatha 'bhaile, Anois ar theacht an tsamhraidh!”

On the ground, Flug panicked for a moment at neither 505 nor Demencia being able to stop Melanie. In the next moment, he remembered the tracker’s fail-safe.

Flug scrambled through the pockets of his coat for a second before he found what he was looking for, a small remote with an antennae and singular button for him to press.

Flug quickly pressed the button, instantly causing Melanie’s tracker to send an electric current into her body through her ankle.

Demencia laughed maliciously in the background while Melanie squealed in pain as the electricity coursed through her veins until Flug took his finger off the button and she fell back towards the beach where 505 anxiously caught her in his arms.

Before Melanie could catch her breath, Flug loomed over her smugly and said, “I suggest you not attempt that again.”

505 tried to get Melanie to her feet, but she felt the pain in her legs and fell back down. 505 anxiously helped her steady herself until she got the feeling back in her legs and she could walk herself.

“Why do you hate me?” Melanie asked as she finally got the feeling back in her legs.

“It’s nothing personal, kid,” Flug said.

“Sure,” Melanie said sarcastically looking away.

Flug sighed and said, “Alright, how about I order some pizza so you can eat and start getting ready for bed?”

Melanie glared at Flug and didn’t say anything.

Flug crossed his arms and said, “Sulking won’t solve any of your problems, Melanie.”

Melanie moved her head over so that she was looking ahead past anyone who was standing with her.

Annoyed at her attitude, Flug walked in front of her line of sight, held the remote with his finger right over the button, and said, “Start walking to the manor if you don’t mind.”

505 winced nervously before looking back at Melanie.

Melanie looked Flug down suspiciously with a nasty glare as she summoned her wings, flapped a large cloud of sand in his direction, and walked on ahead. Demencia chuckled wildly in the background while Melanie dissolved her wings and kept walking away, hoping that her behavior provided enough of a distraction for Sadie to escape.

505 looked between Melanie and his dad nervously to see what would happen next.

Flug coughed up a storm and glared wordlessly at her. He was about to press the button, but he changed his mind and decided to just let it go.

Instead, Flug followed Melanie up the stairs to the boardwalk with Demencia and 505 in tow and called after her, “Don’t forget to rinse off your feet!”

A few minutes later, their feet were rinsed, and the group was walking back up to the manor.

As they were walking, Flug pulled out his phone to make the pizza order and asked, “Okay, what kind of pizza would you two like?”

While 505 was thinking, Melanie answered, “Freedom from Black Hat flavored pizza.”

Flug disregarded her response as he ordered the pizzas, making sure to warn Demencia against eating the pizzas all by herself before it arrived.

That was when Melanie heard Sadie’s voice again. She was singing in the distance, but Melanie could hear the voice clearly. She never knew Sadie’s telepathy could project this far.

Melanie turned around to look at the beach and heard Sadie sing, “A bhuí le Rí na bhFeart go bhfeiceam, Mura mbeam beo ina dhiaidh ach seachtain, Gráinne Mhaol agus míle gaiscíoch, Ag fógairt fáin ar Ghallaibh.”

Flug quickly entered her line of sight as he bent down to her eye level and asked with a raised brow, “Is there something on your mind?”

Melanie stepped back in surprise, looked askance, and said, “Always. My mind rarely ever stops thinking, you know. If you’re really curious, I’m wondering how long it’ll be before I see the beach again or any beach again. I’m grateful that I got to see the beach today, but I’m scared that this could be the last time I see it.”

Flug straightened up and replied, “That is a valid concern. Considering what Lord Black Hat may have planned, it could be a while.”

Melanie’s wistful expression flashed to one of panic. Hearing those words shook Melanie to her core. She gripped her arm and began to shake in place.

Flug’s stern expression loosened to show some sympathy before changing back to one of apathy as he gently took Melanie’s hand and said, “Come on now. Let’s go back inside. Our food and your bedtime will be here soon.”

Melanie anxiously phased her hand through Flug’s, wrapped her arms around herself, and replied, “Do I have to? I don’t want to go.”

“Melanie, you don’t have a choice,” Flug said coldly.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb hero!” Demencia jeered.

505 turned around and put a sympathetic hand on Melanie’s shoulder, but she crumpled to the ground and started crying in a panic.

“I can’t go back in there,” Melanie cried as her voice broke. “I can’t!”

Flug sighed deeply and said, “505, can you take Melanie to the living room and put a movie on for her please? And make sure it isn’t one of Demencia’s crime scene videos.”

“You’re no fun!” Demencia quipped.

505 picked up Melanie and carried her so that her head was resting on his shoulder so that she could see the sea behind them. The trio then went on their way.

Along the way, Melanie could hear Sadie sing her song about Grace O’Malley again. She sang it when they hung out at the Nunja camp where they first met, so Melanie understood roughly what the lyrics meant. She clung to that memory as 505 continued carrying her back to the house of horrors and the sea slowly went out of view.

Translated, the lyrics meant:

“Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Now that summer’s coming!

Welcome lady who faced such troubles, Your capture brought us to our ruin, With our fine land usurped by thieves, And you sold to the foreigners!

Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Now that summer’s coming!

Gráinne O’Malley comes over the sea, With armed warriors as her guard, They’re Irishmen – not French nor Spanish, And they will rout the foreigners!

Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Now that summer’s coming!

May it please the King of Miracles that we might see, Even if we only live for week after, Gráinne Mhaol and a thousand warriors – Routing all the foreigners!

Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Oh-ro You are welcome home, Now that summer’s coming!”

Melanie clung to those words and to the sight of the ocean until Sadie’s voice and the ocean were out of range.

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