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pryllee · 1 month

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Whoops.

Blade x Fem! Reader

Injuries, confessing, teensy bit angsty, reader has wings, mwuah

A/N: Short summary, you got injured, blade doesn't seem to care much, you become mad asf and blurt out a confession on accident while Kafka and the others are in the room. I'll use normal text this time incase people can't see clearly.

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Blade cleans out your wound apparently trying to be gentle yet fails horribly making his motions rigid as fuck.

You can't help but wince and flinch at the stinging sensation the alcohol dampened cotton ball rubs at the harsh bruise on your ankle.

"Fuck— ow! Do I really need a bruise cleaned out?" You sob in disdain, wings suddenly flinching as the cotton ball makes its way down the huge neon red slash on your back.

"Yes. Now stop moving so much." He scolded back in response, only pulling out a soft annoyed whimper out of your pursed lips.

"Bladie, y'know you should try to be a bit more gentle with her." Kafka sighs, seeming to feel bad for you.

As you tried to fly away during a mission to avoid a horrid predicament, one of the opposers had tugged onto your leg harshly, slicing your back in the process of trying to cut your wings.

"Not my fault she keeps squirming around so much." Grabbing a roll of gauze, wrapping it around your torso trying to avoid hindering your capabilities to fly — in short, trying not to wrap your wings along as well.

"There." He cut the gauze off, securing it in place as you see the others enter the room from behind.

They're probably here to grab a few things.

He stood up, returning to his normal stance, "Now, can I go Kafka?" Speaking impatiently. The tone and choice of words triggered something inside of you, furrowing your brows slightly.

"Aeons, Blade, if you never wanted to even come see me in the first place, you should've just stayed in your stupid training grounds mindlessly fighting your dumb inner demons." You scowled, earning a shocked look from Kafka, with the others turning their head in curiousity

"What?" Blade hissed, daring you to repeat those words you so unthankfully uttered after he helped you.

"Oh don't even. You clearly heard what I said you asshole — God why are you so fucking clueless whenever I come around? You always listen to Kafka, Kafka this, Kafka that." You mock him, adding more;

"I don't even understand why I like you!"

You abruptly cover your mouth almost instantly as shock took over your whole body, realizing what you had accidentally blurted out unconciously.

Silver Wolfs jaw seemed to drop, mouth agape from your sudden confession she and Firefly had accidentally stumbled into.

"Oh?" Kafka gave a small laugh, yet tears threatnened to spill from the embarrassment avoiding Blades eyes as you hurriedly got up, fishing up your discarded shirt making a mad dash out of the infirmary with your wings covering your whole upper half to try shield you from the eyes that were on you.

You couldn't even tell what the expression on his face was as you ran away in a fit of embarrassment.

Wanting to bury a hole to hide in forever, yet you couldn't. Only running outside onto the rooftop.

You held onto the railings, trying to take deep breathes, tilting your head backwards to stop the tears from flowing.

For some reason, you felt like snapping today. Maybe you woke up on the wrong side of bed, but who knows?

You nestled your head against your arms, resting against the ice cold metal. Till you suddenly heard the rooftop door fly open.

Soft yet loud footsteps could be heard approaching you from behind, making a few tears slip out dampening your sleeves slightly in the process.

It was obvious one of them told him to run after you — yet you just continued to burrow your head, hiding yourself in embarrassment hoping he'd just walk away like he always did after taking one glance to confirm you were fine.

Your wings again flinched at the sudden contact of a finger, "Piss off." You hissed, turning your head to the side trying to avoid his prying eyes.

"You liked me?" He asked, leaning against the railings you weren't facing.

You only remained silent, feeling like you could vomit at any moment with how your stomach felt like it was twisting out of anxiety. He tugged at your hair, making you face him earning an annoyed hiss.

"I'm sorry."

"...?"

He apologized...— He apologized ?

He let go of your hair, instead wrapping one hand around your neck as he leaned into your lips. Kissing you.

His lips felt rough, yet warm. The rest of his body seemed to be cold to the touch like a lifeless body, yet his lips felt warm against yours.

You pushed yourself into his embrace, hugging him tightly never wanting to let go — until you hear a ’ click! ’ from behind you.

"Whoops, didn't meant to interrupt the moment, sorry guys." Silver Wolf giggled amusingly with a camera in hand, causing the blood from your face drain.

You were about to run over to smack the camera out of her hands, but Blades grip on you intensified.

"Ignore her." He hummed.

"But—" As you were about to speak, he shut you up with a kiss once again as Silver Wolf took it as her cue to make a run for it.

Pulling away, his lips left a string of saliva connecting both of you.

Blade became a lot more doting after this.

#prylleewrites—✮#blade x reader hsr #blade x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr blade x reader #blade hsr #hsr blade #blade honkai star rail #blade x fem! reader #blade x afab! reader

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cerezajane · 30 days

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kurona x fem!reader; love at first sight.

kurona falling inlove and being awkward around a pretty girl!! (you)

she was running late, again. how peachy, she groaned internally and huffed at the reminder of what awaited her at school, the image of her beloved teacher going crazy at her all because she interrupted their class was already etched on her mind and she could already predict what would happen.

the young woman ran down the streets but slowed down when she caught sight of a cafe that just opened up recently, she recognized this was one because it was all what her peers would talk about when it was time to go home.

the smell of the baked goods wafted through the air and into her nose almost as if it was luring her to come inside. she was weak to such gestures and when it comes to food, well... she's already late, right? it wouldn't hurt to spend a few minutes checking out the cafe and see what the hype is all about, she'll still end up getting scolded even if she ignore the cafe and continue running.

Oh well, it was one of the rare moments she'll have some free time anyway. she turned away from he direction and headed straight to the doors of the cafe and as she entered the establishment the sight and smell of the food was already making your empty stomach growl with hunger.

the young woman approached the cashier and she swears that her heart almost busted out of her chest from how fast it was beating because of the man with a bright pink hair that had a single braid hanging on the left side of his face and the most adorable pink eyes she had ever seen, and then and there she could only think that the word cute was solely created for him.

"erm, hello..." the male on the counter looked up from his phone and what greeted him was a sight to behold because there stood in front of him one of the cutest girls, if not, the most cutest girl he'd ever seen in his life. she stood there with a bashful smile and judging from her posture, she was feeling shy around him... could it be a pretty girl was getting all shy around him because of... well, him.

"-and that's all I'd like to order, oh! also I'll be dining in." huh? oh, he zoned out. this was embarrassing, he'll have to ask her again and it would make him seem like a fool in front of her. great job kurona, you've done it again and messed up any chances you have with the pretty girl.

"uhm.." you perked up at the sound of the male's voice, it looked like he said something but it was mumbled out so her ears didn't really picked up on what he said, "I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" god, this was so embarrassing for him, he just wants to dig up a hole and hide in there forever.

"uhm, I asked if it's okay if you could repeat your order?" Kurona sheepishly asked as he tries to play it off by letting out a laugh, "I didn't manage to get what you said since your beauty is so mesmerizing that it got me distracted." her face suddenly seemed to heat up at his words and kurona couldn't help but be concerned if she was alright.

"are you okay? your face is kinda-"

"you think I'm beautiful?" her mouth moved without thinking and suddenly blurted out what was on her mind, she couldn't help but wish that she never existed right then and there.

"what? oh." realizing what he just said to her, his face erupted in shades of pink and red in embarrassment. he tends to blurt out random things on his mind when he's embarrassed or feeling awkward and right now, the situation suited all those qualities and he should've known.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

A/N: The catwalk scene is from FOI, I wrote from Chrissy's perspective. Tw: Child abuse.

Prologue

January 1980

Chrissy really hadn't wanted to do the Talent Show. No, that was all for her mother, who was always looking for a reason to humiliate her. Nothing Chrissy ever did was good enough for her, including the routine she has just done that was created entirely by Laura. The only reason she had messed up was because she had been so hungry, and she nearly fainted. Chrissy had managed to escape up to the catwalk to avoid being criticized by her own mother only to find that she hadn't been the only one to think of it. A boy only a couple of years older than her was sitting up there, looking down at the audience. He was wearing a flannel shirt, and he had holes in pants. His head was buzzed, and she could tell that his big brown eyes were searching for someone. He was kind of cute. Knowing her mother would disapprove, Chrissy sat down next to the boy. Chrissy fought back the smile when he jumped.

"Are you looking for someone?" She asked.

Chrissy could see the doubt in his eyes. Why would a girl like her talk to a guy like him? She gave him what she hoped was an encouraging smile, and he snapped out of it.

"My dad," the boy replied.

"Where is he?" She asked and started looking for him as if she knew what he looked like, but the boy just shrugged. "He didn't come?"

Chrissy felt envious for a moment, wishing her mother hadn't come at all. She knew that not everyone's parents were like hers.

"He's just running late," he replied.

She didn't know why she did it, but she wound up lying to the boy. How could she possibly tell him that she was hiding from her own mom like a coward?

"I came up here to look for my mom," she replied.

"She's running late, too?" He asked.

"I wish. She's right there," Chrissy said wrinkling her nose and pointing her out in the ground.

"I'm sorry," he said and Chrissy smiled.

"Me too," she whispered.

"My band's up next," he said. "Uh."

"Break a leg," Chrissy told him. "And - "

"Eddie."

"Eddie, if your dad gets held up, I'll cheer for you," Chrissy said as she shook her arms about.

"Right back atcha," Eddie said, wincing, and Chrissy giggled.

Chrissy, unfortunately, had to face the music like Eddie was going to. She went down to the audience to watch Eddie, and she couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of him. He was so passionate. . .so free. . .she wished she could be like him in that moment. When he found her eyes in the crowd, she stood on her chair and cheered for him when he finished. Laura hadn't liked that and dragged her to the lobby to lay into her about her behavior.

"I only messed up because I was so hungry," Chrissy cried.

"Nonsense, you had lunch," Laura said.

"Not enough, mom," Chrissy replied.

"You have an eating problem, Chrissy," Laura said. "I'm only trying to help you. You don't want to be a little piggy forever, do you?"

Laura pinched her cheek, and Chrissy scowled before biting down on her hand.

"You're my problem!" Chrissy shrieked, and then she ran off, hiding in the coat closet.

She thought for sure that no one was going to find her until she heard the sound of footsteps and voices.

"I spoke too soon when I told the mayor that I didn't need to be here," the familiar voice of Chief Hopper sighed. "Now, we've got a missing kid."

The door opened, and she saw the Chief reaching for his coat. He grabbed it, revealing her face.

"Don't tell my parents I'm here," Chrissy sniffled. "Please."

"Why don't you want me to call your parents?" Hopper asked, kneeling down.

"My mom won't let me eat! The only reason I messed up my routine was because I was so hungry and I got sleepy, so I tripped!" Chrissy sobbed. "And when I told mom that I was hungry, she pinched my cheek and called me a piggy."

"Is that where she pinched you?" Hopper asked, pointing to her cheek, and she nodded.

"She always does it too hard," Chrissy sniffled as her stomach growled loudly. "I got tired of it, so I bit her. Are you going to arrest me?"

"If I'm going to arrest anyone, it's probably going to be your mom," Hopper said. "Let's get you something to eat."

Hopper held out his hand, and she looked at him for a moment before slipping her hand into his. She grabbed her coat and let him help her into it.

"CHRISTINE CUNNINGHAM!" Laura's voice shrieked as she moved through the lobby.

Laura went to grab Chrissy, but Hopper pulled her gently behind him. Her mother looked affronted at his audacity, and Chrissy couldn't help but smirk.

"I think you and your husband need to go down to the station to answer a few questions," Hopper said. "I'm going to get some food for your daughter."

"I don't know what she's been telling you, but she's lying. Kids say the darndest things for attention," Laura said.

"So, you haven't been starving or hurting her?" Hopper asked.

"She had a big lunch. She doesn't need to eat," Laura said.

Just then, Chrissy's stomach growled loudly, proving Laura wrong. Chrissy wanted to look at anywhere else, but at her mother, who glanced down at her in anger. She peaked out from behind Hopper to find Eddie staring at her.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed.

Another officer ended up dragging Chrissy's screaming mother off to another car with her dad following behind her. Philip didn't even bother looking at Chrissy. She stared at them for a moment before climbing into Hopper's car. The entire car ride was silent as he drove her to Benny's diner. They ordered and sat down in a booth.

"What's going to happen?" Chrissy asked.

"That depends on what we find out. We're going to have to set you up with a doctor so we have evidence of what your mother's been doing. I mean, we're definitely going to have to contact social services. Depending on how bad they determine your home life is, they might take you out of the home," Hopper said, and Chrissy tried to stop the smile from forming. "It's okay to be happy about that, kid."

"What if I end up somewhere worse?" Chrissy asked.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure that it doesn't happen," Hopper said with a sigh. "But I also can't make you any promises."

"Thank you for being honest," Chrissy said and paused after Benny delivered their food. "She wasn't always like this, you know."

"No?" Hopper asked as bit into his own burger.

"My brother died, and I think her sadness consumed her. She didn't know how to control it, so it controlled her, and then she controlled me. What she did wasn't okay, but I get it and hope one day soon, I'll be able to forgive her. She's still my mom and I love her," Chrissy said.

"You have a big heart, kid. Don't ever lose that," Hopper said, wrapping his knuckles on the table.

Chrissy smiled and bit into her burger. She was starting to feel full for the first time in a while. Hopper, even though he seemed scary, was the kindest man she ever met along with his friend Benny. He was funny, and he even gave her a free milkshake. She knew it was a pity shake, but she accepted it nonetheless. After that, social services were quick to get her out of the home when they discovered that there were locks on the fridge, and the doctor told them Chrissy definitely needed to eat more. Now, the Chief was standing with her in front of the house, her things in his car.

"Claudia's the nicest woman you'll ever meet, trust me," Hopper said.

"I do," Chrissy said.

The minute she stepped into the Hendersons' she felt the difference between her house and this one. Her house had been cold and frightening but this house was nothing but warmth. Claudia greeted her with a sweet smile and kindness in her eyes that Chrissy's own mother never had. Beside her was an eight year old boy with curly brown hair.

"Hi, I'm Claudia, and this is my son Dustin," she said. "Do you prefer Christine or Chrissy?"

"Chrissy," she smiled shyly.

"That works out perfectly. I always call Dustin 'Dusty'," Claudia smiled.

"I like your hair. It's red and blond at the same time," Dustin said.

"It's called strawberry blonde," Chrissy said in amusement.

"Oh, cool. I love strawberries," Dustin said.

"Well, unfortunately, my hair doesn't taste like them," Chrissy said and Dustin snorted. "Ooh, kitty cat!"

An orange cat brushed up against her leg, and she knelt down to pet the cat.

"Oh, that's Mews," Dustin said. "She's mom's cat, really. Mom loves cats."

"I love cats, too! Mom never let me have one, though," Chrissy said as she pet the cat.

"You're going to fit in just fine here," Claudia beamed and put her arm around her. "Do you want something to eat or drink?"

As Claudia kept a comforting arm around Chrissy, she realized that she never wanted to leave.

Chapter One

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nevernonline · 6 months

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✧.* svt as songs from 1989 (taylors vrs)

happy 1989 day to all my bbs celebrating!! xoxo. idk whose but one of these will prob end up being a full fic vv soon give me a suggestion lol im indecisive 🩵😌

seungcheol: i wish you would.

"2 AM, here we are see your face, hear my voice in the dark. we're a crooked love in a straight line down. makes you wanna run and hide but it made us turn right back around. i wish you would come back, wish i never hung up the phone like i did, i wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as i live and i wish you were right here, right now, it's all good i wish you would."

jeonghan: is it over now?

"was it over when she laid down on your couch? was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse? "come here," i whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby. was it over then? and is it over now?"

joshua: new romantics.

" 'Cause baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me. and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream. baby, we're the new romantics, come along with me. heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly. we are too busy dancin' to get knocked off our feet. baby, we're the new romantics the best people in life are free"

junhui: wonderland.

"flashin' lights and we took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole. you held on tight to me ’cause nothing's as it seems and spinning out of control. didn't they tell us, "don’t rush into things"? didn't you flash your green eyes at me? haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? oh, didn't it all seem new and exciting? i felt your arms twisting around me, i should have slept with one eye open at night. we found wonderland, you and i got lost in it"

soonyoung: how you get the girl.

"stand there like a ghost, shakin' from the rain. she'll open up the door and say, "are you insane?"say, "it's been a long six months" and you were too afraid to tell her what you want. and that's how it works that's how you get the girl and then, you say i want you for worse or for better i would wait forever and ever. broke your heart, i'll put it back together, i would wait forever and ever and that's how it works. that's how you get the girl."

wonwoo: blank space.

"nice to meet you, where you been? i could show you incredible things. magic, madness, heaven, sin saw you there and I thought "oh, my god, look at that face. you look like my next mistake love's a game, wanna play?" new money, suit and tie i can read you like a magazine. ain't it funny? rumors fly and i know you heard about me. so, hey, let's be friends i'm dyin' to see how this one ends, grab your passport and my hand i can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

jihoon: you are in love.

"morning, his place burnt toast, sunday, you keep his shirt, he keeps his word and for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts. one step, not much, but it said enough. you kiss on sidewalks, you fight and you talk one night, he wakes strange look on his face pauses, then says "you're my best friend" and you knew what it was, he is in love."

dokyeom: suburban legends.

"i didn't come here to make friends we were born to be suburban legends. when you hold me, it holds me together and you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever. i know that you still remember we were born to be national treasures. when you told me we'd get back together and you kissed me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever."

mingyu: wildest dreams.

"he's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well and when we've had our very last kiss, my last request it this. say you'll remember me standin' in a nice dress starin' at the sunset, babe. red lips and rosy cheeks say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams."

minghao: i know places.

"you stand with your hand on my waistline it's a scene and we're out here in plain sight, i can hear them whisper as we pass by. it's a bad sign, bad sign. somethin' happens when everybody finds out, see the vultures circlin', dark clouds. love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out. 'cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns. they are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run baby, i know places we won't be found and they'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down. 'cause i know places we can hide"

seungkwan: sweeter than fiction.

"seen you fall, seen you crawl on your knees, seen you lost in a crowd, seen your colors fade. wish i could make it better, someday you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever there you'll stand, ten feet tall i will say, "i knew it all along" your eyes are wider than distance this life is sweeter than fiction"

vernon: now that we don't talk.

"you grew your hair long you got new icons and from the outside it looks like you're tryin' lives on i miss the old ways. you didn't have to change, but i guess i don't have a say now that we don't talk. i call my mom, she said that it was for the best remind myself the morе i gave, you'd want me less i cannot bе your friend, so i pay the price of what i lost and what it cost, now that we don't talk."

chan: slut!

"send the code, he's waitin' there the sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air. everyone wants him, that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time and i break down, then he's pullin' me in. in a world of boys, he's a gentleman."

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simplegenius042 · 2 months

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Music Monday

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @direwombat @derelictheretic @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @nightbloodbix @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @cloudofbutterflies92 @chazz-anova @voidika @onehornedbeast @softtidesworld @minilev @titiagls @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @deputyash @purplehairsecretlair @florbelles @inafieldofdaisies @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @ladyoriza @megraen @skoll-sun-eater @snake-in-the-garden @starsandskies @thewanderer-000 @strafethesesinners @strangefable @la-grosse-patate and @shellibisshe + anyone else who is interested. Here's the taglist for those who wish to be continued to tagged or not.

Songs for Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Music below the cut.

Vega, my Fallout 76 OC, is one of the "Residents" of Vault 76. Originally a settlement planner, she is now on a quest of revenge against the other residents of Vault 76 for "wrongfully" leaving her behind in the vault. Truthfully nobody wanted to deal with her bullshit and didn't want to wait on her when they had a job they'd been waiting 25 years to do, so they left her to sleep in (because she had a bit wee too much to drink during the night of Reclamation Day), thinking she'd catch up to them later. Vega did not take it likely. She also has a particularly concerning obsession with Vault 76's Overseer, viewing the older woman as her rival (even if the Overseer views Vega as merely a minor annoyance at best and always poking holes in Vega's delusions). This song pretty much sums up Vega's POV regarding the Overseer (and her fellow Vault 76's Residents).

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"Oh, wherever you go You know I will follow you You know I will run to you Oh, the sun and the moon It don't matter what you do You know I will run to you

Can't believe in all this time I'm hurting for you But you feel like hold down The love you give it lift's so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Hide away, hide away from me Or you'll lose, or you'll lose

If you hide away I'll hunt you down And follow you to the end of the Earth My heart beats with yours My lungs breathe with yours You're a piece of me I can't hide away

Oh, I'm under your spell I'm making and I'm fading And nobody can see I'm your heartbeat You're part of me

Can't believe in all this time I'm hurting for you But you feel like hold down The love you give it lift's so high I'm dying for it I'm dying for it And I can't let you go

Have a lovely ship song between Mercy Omar-Seed and Carmina Rye (the former is the daughter of Silva Omar and Faith Seed, the latter the daughter of Nick and Kim Rye). While Old Dusk (the WIP of the New Dawn arc) can be quite bleak (not as bleak as Silva's Hope though) due to the circumstances, this relationship is one of the most heartwarming highlights that I've been developing.

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"Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I'll love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby

My snowman and me, hey My snowman and me Baby

Don't cry snowman, don't you fear the sun Who'll carry me without legs to run, honey? Without legs to run, honey? Don't cry snowman, don't you shed a tear Who'll hear my secrets if you don't have ears, baby? If you don't have ears, baby?

I want you to know that I'm never leaving Because I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go."

Imagine being amongst a group of individuals who have been brutally mutilated, experimented on or in general fucked over by the same short dude who's not only from another dimension and can travel through it to other worlds, but also runs a cult-like science organization dead-set on ruining humanity's life to help them "evolve" and laugh at their despair... well, that's the crux of Life, Despair & Monsters, a group of individuals, some of whom sure weren't the greatest (but still didn't deserve what happened to them), whose lives were negatively and irreversibly impacted by that of one Sir Enigma Malvolio and his Ruins of the Midnight Rise. All because he wanted to see how humans could cope with erratically spontaneous and disastrous change to their livelihoods.

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"You say I'm craving hope in this darkness You say I'm just a joke, just a joke

Shivers my spine so much Swimming in the river styx too much They try to let go of us But the truth is... Once you're in then You're one of us

Truth is... Once you're in then You're one of us One of us Truth is once you're in then You're one of us

My darling in fire My darling rolls in fire You liar You say my darling rolls in fire, in fire You say my darling burns in fire You're a liar."

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emberstoriesandtales · 2 years

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Spared (Albert Wesker (The Mastermind) x G/N!Reader)

This is my first time writing for him. I hope you all like it!

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When Y/N woke up, they didn't expect to be outside in the rain.

They were just at their apartment, in their room taking a nap after the long day of traveling they did to go to their grandparents house.

Y/N didn't know their parents since they passed when they were just a toddler, and their grandparents on their father's side were the only family they had left, so they took them in and raised them.

Slowly getting up, they realized that their were on the roof of a building, and they noticed what looked like a generator was nearby.

As they walked over to it, they didn't expect to turn the corner to see a crashed helicopter in flames sitting against the wall of the building.

"Where the hell am I?" Y/N mumbled to themself as their heart beat fast in their chest.

This was freaking them out.

Backing away from the helicopter, their back bumped into something tall, firm, and warm.

"Well well, a new little mouse to chase around." A man's voice spoke up in their ear, causing them to turn around to see a man behind them.

He was quite taller than them, dressed in black, blonde hair slicked back, and a pair of black sunglasses hiding his eyes.

And he was looking down at them with a smirk on his face.

"Since your new, I'll give you a little head start dearheart." He said as he leaned in towards them, getting closer to their now blushing face before he whispered one more thing.

"Run."

And with that, they bolted away from the man, through the hole in the wall and into the building.

Running down the hallways, Y/N could feel their heart pounding against their chest as they quickly slipped into a room to hide.

Inside was a few paintings, statues, crates.

A storage room perhaps?

But they didn't have enough time to look around since they heard footsteps slowly approach the room.

Frantically looking around, they decided to hide in a little space between a couple crates since they knew he would look in the lockers that they saw when entering the room.

It just seemed to obvious.

"There is no point in hiding dearheart." Y/N heard the man call out to them as he walked by their hiding place.

"Come on out."

They then heard one of the lockers opened, which they were thankful they didn't hide in them.

After a moment, the other one opened, and a grunt of annoyance followed after.

"You can't hide forever!" He growled.

Then Y/N heard three pops in the distance which made the man even more angry.

"Dammit!"

They then heard footsteps stomp out of the room, eventually the heartbeat pounding in their ears ceased and they felt like it was safe to come out from their hiding spot.

Slowly crawling out, Y/N looked around to see the man gone much to their delight.

Taking this time, they exit the room only to bump into someone, sending them to the ground.

"Sorry, are you okay?" A different voice ask.

Looking up, Y/N saw a guy around their age.

He had short brown hair that was spiked up in the front, brown eyes, and he wore some sort of officer uniform with the words STARS, Raccoon City Police Dep.

"Yeah I'm fine." Y/N replied as the man helped them to their feet.

"I never seen you before, you must be new." He said as the two of them made their way back to the roof where Y/N first met that blonde man when they woke up.

"Yeah... I'm Y/N. Where are we exactly? I was just in my apartment not so long ago taking a nap then I just woke up here." Y/N introduced themself to the guy.

"I'm Chris, and this is the Entity's realm. The area we are in in RPD, Raccoon City Police Department. Me and the others at camp can explain everything after this trial." He said as he knelt down next to the generator that Y/N saw earlier.

"I'll teach you how to do a gen, your gonna need to learn to survive in this place."

They could only stay silent as they hesitantly approached the gen and started to work on it, Chris showing them what exactly to do.

This all was so much for Y/N to take in.

So they were stuck in this realm with no way back home?

But as they were lost in thought, they were brought out of it when the two of you heard a high pitch scream echo in the distance.

They didn't know who it was but from the look on Chris' face, he knew who exactly it was.

"Shit, he got Feng. I'll go help, you stay here and try to finish this generator. Mikaela should be almost done with another one, then we should be able to get a gate open and escape." He said before running back into the building, leaving Y/N to finish the generator.

But a minute after when they finally finished the generator, they heard another scream, then another pop of a generator as well as a siren blaring, and then a second scream.

Y/N didn't know what was going on, but they felt a heavily sense of dread wash over them as they felt weak.

What happened?

Going back inside, they made their way through an office and into a large main lobby.

And down next to the front desk, Y/N saw the blonde haired killer from earlier, carrying a woman with red hair tied up in a bun with a purple hoodie and and a pair of white shorts with stars and moons and a pair of tan boots, on what Y/N assumed was a hook, was a younger woman with black hair pulled back in a ponytail, a pair of pink shorts, a pair of sandals and a blue top that is tied up was being stabbed by long claws that appeared from the top of the hook.

And on the ground was Chris, blood pooling around him as he glared at the man as he walked up the stairs and right past them, thankfully not noticing them hiding behind the pillar.

Once he hooked the woman, she was stabbed just like that other person and their body was lifted into the air by the same things and vanished, the hook breaking after they were gone.

They watched from above as Chris used a bit of strength he had left to stand up, spin and land a punch across the other man's face, but it didn't phase him one bit.

He then lifted Chris up by his neck, a sadistic grin spread across his face.

"Time to die Chris!" He exclaimed as he then punched Chris, sending him to the ground before slamming his fist to the ground, black tentacles erupting from the ground. And impaled Chris in many spots, eventually some came out of his mouth.

Y/N could only watch in horror as the black stuff moved around the now dead body, one digging its way into the eye.

The killer chuckled as he put his sunglasses back on from them being knocked off by Chris, then made his way through a giant hole in the wall, right below where Y/N was, tears rolling down their face after seeing something so horrible.

The heart beat didn't go away as they looked around, not knowing what to do.

Chris said they would escape but, he didn't get the chance to tell them how they would escape since he went to go help the others.

They felt guilty that they couldn't do anything to help them.

Standing up, they looked down below to see if the area was clear before dropping down.

They expected to land on their feet, but screamed when they were caught by a pair of arms, one that rested under their legs and the other supporting their back.

"Going somewhere dearheart?" The killer asked with a smirk, and faintly under those sunglasses, Y/N could see a faint orange glow where his eyes are.

Without even thinking, they clawed their nails across his face, tearing his sunglasses off and causing him to drop them while holding his face with one of his gloved hands.

Scrambling back, Y/N froze when the killer pulled his hand away, his eyes which were a fiery orange and his pupils were cat like, glared at them, noticeable red lines ran across his face.

"You little miscreant." He growled as he stared at them with anger.

This lasted for a couple seconds, before he noticed the tears rolling down Y/N's cheeks, then he gave off a tsk before striding towards them and lifted them with ease, causing them to squeak in surprise.

They tried to wiggle off, but his grip only tightened.

"Stop squirming, I'm letting you go."

Then the sound of wind blowing started to grow and when they got close to it, he set them down, right infront of a hatch.

"Why?" Y/N asked, confused as to why he wasn't killing them like the others.

"Would you prefer to get sacrificed like them?" He asked annoyed.

This made Y/N wince before stepping towards the hatch.

"It felt a little... unfair... since you didn't get to learn about what to do exactly since I quickly got your teammates. But don't expect me to do the same thing again next time we are in a match together." He said before turning to walk away, only to stop when they spoke.

"Wait, what's your name?"

Looking over his shoulder, his fiery eyes met with their E/C eyes as he smirked.

"Albert Wesker."

And with that, he walked away while Y/N jumped into the hatch, ending the trial.

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Part 2

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Come with me

MDNI

"come with me, my little sheep" Lucifer looks for you as you still your breathing.

"you can't hide forever I'll find you and make you mine" Lucifer has always had this hold on you. It's almost as if he's got you on a leash.

He walks the opposite way from where you are hiding. Soon enough you hear a door close. You slowly get out of your hiding spot and then you hear it.

"there you are my sheep" his voice like an addictive drug you can't help but be pulled in

"let's take a walk" he offers you his hand and you hold it as he guides you towards the forest. it's irresistible the way he's being gentle you almost miss the sadistic way he looks at you through the mask.

Just when you let your guard down he pounces. You're pressed up against a tree as he possessively caresses your body. He rids you of your costume leaving you nude for his eyes to see.

"you need punishment. You shouldn't run from me understand?" He asks you in a soft voice "now hold on the tree for me"

Your hands pressed against the tree as he stands behind you. Just then *Smack* he spanks you

"One"

*spank*

"two"

*spank*

"three"

*spank*

"four"

*spank* this time he spanked you hard enough to have your face pressed up against the tree

"Five never make me ask you or call for you more than twice"

His gloved hands caressing your ass. You think he's being loving but that changes when he thrust his fingers into your hole. It's rough and demanding pace he's set. His gloved fingers making you melt and go insane. He's made you a moaning mess and he laughs at that. He keeps his gloved fingers thrusting into you until you cum.

You feel weak and start to relax thinking it's over. "Don't relax now I'm not done with you" he strokes his length twice before bottoming out inside you enough to knock the air out of you.

He starts agonizingly slow then pick up the pace. Going harder. Rougher. And faster until you're begging him to stop and keep going moaning his name only fuels his thrust.

"So pretty for me. Now look at me" he command but when you don't listen he's grabs you chin making you face him.

"there we go that's good baby" he gets off on how much pleasure he's given you. The look on your face is enough to send him cumming inside you.

"here I'll put this on you. It looks wonderful" he says as he adjust a collar onto your neck. "Now be a good pet and obey my every command"

#obey me smut

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wastelandmoony · 3 months

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen : Saints

Summary: Remus makes a promise.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: none?

A/N: She's baaaaaaack. Wow it's been a while. Sorry for being non-existent for the past few months, I've had a lot going on (none of it good), and just did not have the time to write anything. This isn't the most exciting chapter, but I'll be posting more now that I'm back up and running.

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April 18th, 1975

Lily Evans was a saint. And not just because she was sweet, and pretty, and unbelievably kind, but because after four years she had yet to punch James Potter in the face. Four years of pining, of unsolicited compliments and across-the-room drooling, and the most she had returned was an eye roll.

After becoming closer with Mary through Marlene, it was only natural that Lily snuck her way into the fold as well, and by the end of the year, the four were inseparable. This new circle came at the perfect time, because Remus had distanced himself far from the rest of them, and she’d never felt more lost.

After the death of his mother, Remus retreated into himself. The majority of his time was now spent tucked away in solitude in the library, or holed up in the dorm with his bed curtains closed. He didn’t ignore them, conversations were still answered if prompted, but Remus seemed to make sure to keep them all at arms length. She had tried to weasel her way into his secluded bubble a few times by sneaking to the library and posting up at his favorite table near the back. The moment he caught sight of her, he offered an apologetic half-smile and mumbled some clearly invented excuse about “just checking out a book for later”. Arms full of heavy textbooks, he’d then scurry off back towards Gryffindor Tower. James, ever the optimist, was adamant that he would come around, but as the castle warmed, she wasn’t so sure.

“—so it’s settled!” Lily clapped her hands together across the table in the Great Hall, “Girls night, tonight!”

She sat between Peter and Marlene, moping into her breakfast while the chipper redhead gave a rundown of activities for the night. Remus had rushed down earlier, grabbing a plateful of food and ran out of the hall with a brief explanation of “an important essay due”. The look on Sirius’ face let her know that he was calling bullshit as well, shaking his head and refusing to even look at his friend as he grabbed three pieces of toast from the center of the table.

“—and you!” Lily pointed a fork at her, “can you steal some snacks from the kitchens?”

Looking up from the plate, she met her friend’s emerald green eyes. The sincere excitement sparkling back made her smile.

“Of course Lils,” she laughed, watching the grin on her friends’ face widen.

“If you manage to grab some treacle tart, I will forever be in your debt!” Lily fluttered her eyelashes, pouting dramatically.

Two seats down, James leaned forward over his plate.

“I’ll bring you treacle tarts every day if you give me a shot Evans—“

The entire table groaned.

Lily’s fake pleading vanished as she rose from the table, completely ignoring James once again, “I’ll see you lot tonight!” She flashed the girls a smile, and before turning to leave, she could’ve sworn the ghost of a blush was on Lily’s cheeks.

Glancing over at Mary, she could tell that it wasn’t missed by her either. This would undoubtedly be brought up later, the smirk she was hiding was confirmation of this.

As the other two girls began a detailed discussion on Mary’s new Ravenclaw fling, she turned her attention across the table.

“Have any of you tried talking to Remus?”

Sirius shook his head, James just looked defeated.

“I don’t understand what his problem is,” Sirius said a little too forcefully, “I understand his mum died, but it’s been months!”

“Just because you have a bad relationship with your mother, doesn’t mean the rest of us do,” she shot, completely not caring about his feelings at the present moment.

His eyes narrowed, and sensing another spat, James jumped in to divert.

“We have something that might chip away at him though!” He motioned across the table at Pete, who promptly leaned closer to her.

“We finished the map,” Peter whispered in her ear.

Her eyes widened, “Are you serious?”

“No, just me—ow!”

Her foot made contact with Sirius’ shin.

“We started taking turns cataloging all of the students and faculty,” James looked at her from beside his wincing friend, “but after Christmas…well, y’know what happened.”

“So we took over his part of it, and finished it last night!” Peter added cheerily.

“We’re going to show him tonight,” James smiled.

She was out of ideas when it came to bringing Remus back from the dead, so she hoped beyond anything that this would work.

———

“—you chose truth, Marls! You have to tell us!” Mary yelled over the blaring sound of Abba playing in the corner of the Gryffindor girls dormitory. The four of them were spread out across the floor in a circle, snacks and nail polish littered between the cushions and blankets they had dragged off the beds. Lily sat in front of her as she carefully braided the long red locks down her friends back, while Mary and Marlene tossed crisps at each other across the circle.

“Okay, okay, fine!” Marlene huffed loudly, shooting her friend an annoyed glare, “You know that really pretty Slytherin third year…”

“Ooooo, are you talking about Regulus?” Mary purred, eliciting a low groan from across the room.

Reggie’s face popped into her head, and she scowled aggressively at the thought of any of her friends having a crush on Sirius’ bigoted little brother.

Marlene rolled her eyes, “No! The uh…their house Chaser…”

Her eyes widened, “Marls, are you talking about Dorcas Meadowes?”

The blonde girl across from her nodded sheepishly, eyes averting towards the floor. Marlene wasn’t exaggerating, Dorcas was really pretty, on top of being an excellent quidditch player.

“Have you asked her out?” She grinned devilishly at Marlene, who in turn blushed deeply.

“No…” a devious smile began to creep onto Marlene’s face, “Not yet, anyway.”

Lily squealed excitedly, “Are you going to ask her to the next Hogsmeade weekend?!”

Marlene nodded, “Yeah, I think I will.”

Mary threw a supportive arm around her friend’s shoulder, “If you need a wingwoman, you know I’m always available.”

The two began to giggle, joined in by the others quickly afterwards. For a moment, she felt light, like nothing was amiss. At that point in time, the war ceased to exist, Remus wasn’t m.i.a., the world was right. It was as short lived as a passing breeze, the reality of everything crashing back down, heavier than ever.

“Did you hear about McGonagall’s brother?” Mary whispered solemnly, beginning to brush bright blue polish onto her outstretched toes.

Lily made a soft noise of refusal, reaching over to steal some crisps from the bag in Marlenes hand.

“…murdered—“

Lily gasped audibly, the other girls gaping at Mary’s admission.

“—the Prophet’s practically confirmed that it was you-know-who’s doing…without actually saying it outright of course,” she rolled her big brown eyes.

“My dad says the Prophet is rubbish nowadays,” Marlene shook her head, “He says it’s run by a bunch of cowards.”

Her body no longer felt like her own, suspended somewhere between realities, “James’ parents said something similar last year…”

“They work for the ministry, right?” Mary looked up at her, face pale and eyes filled with poorly veiled fear.

She nodded a response, “Yeah, they’ve been updating James as much as they can, but I think it’s worse than they’re letting on.”

“Why do you think that?” Lily’s voice was meek as she pulled her knees toward her chest.

The inhale she took was shaky, trying to quell the uneasy feeling of dread she had pushed down the past few months, “His parents look…exhausted. When I saw them over the winter holiday, they barely looked like themselves…they were shells.”

No one spoke for a few minutes. Lily stared into space, green eyes miles away from here. The four of them didn’t know what to say, maybe there was nothing that could be said. At the end of the day, they were kids. They weren’t soldiers, they weren’t spies; the biggest problem in their lives should be finding a date to Hogsmeade, not maneuvering through a war.

A knock on the dormitory door broke them out of the fog.

The four of them looked between each other in silent questioning.

“Who is it?” Mary called skeptically.

“It’s Remus.”

She stared across the circle at Mary, “I thought boys couldn’t get up here?”

Her friend shrugged, “Yes, but technically you can get around it if you make a verbal invitation.” “We gave Remus a permanent one,” Lily interjected.

She stared at the red head, then back to Mary.

Mary shrugged again, “He’s the only one we trust to not be a major creep, and besides, he’s part of our study group.”

Valid point.

She got up, offering quietly to answer the door, knowing full-well he was probably there for her anyway.

The heavy wooden door creaked slightly as she opened it. Remus’ hazel eyes slid to hers.

God, she had missed him.

“What do you want?” She said cooly, trying to contain the excitement of him actually seeking her out for the first time in weeks.

Remus held up the map, eyes sparkling in the low light of the corridor, “Wanted to show you the final product.”

The corner of her mouth turned upward as she turned around to let the girls know she’d be right back.

The coolness of the corridor was grounding as she closed the dormitory door and looked up at her best friend.

“Walk with me?” He dared a small smile, one only for her.

“To where?”

He held up the map again, turning to walk back down the stairs, “Anywhere we want to now.”

———

They meandered through the deserted halls of the castle, Remus holding the map to keep watch for anyone in their path. By the time they climbed the Astronomy Tower, the tension between the two of them had dissipated almost entirely.

She walked over to the open archway overlooking the grounds and stared off over the lake. The Forbidden Forest chittered and growled in the distance, a few birds scattering over the darkened tree tops.

Remus came to her side, leaning against the opposite pillar, “Not sure about you, but I’d say the map is a success. For once, those three put their heads toward something more productive—“

“It’s getting worse, isn’t it?” She whispered, never breaking sight away from the lake.

“What is?” Remus’ voice grew concerned.

“The war…all of this…” her voice was strained.

He sighed, not in annoyance or reluctance, but grief.

“Yeah. James has told me some things privately, and it’s…not good. I take it you’ve probably heard about McGonagall’s brother?”

She nodded distantly.

Remus continued, “There’s been more attacks like that. Ones the ministry is keeping quiet about. The Death Eaters are wiping out entire families—“

“—why didn’t you tell me?”

A tiny kernel of hurt began to burrow into her chest. She told him everything, he was her best friend.

Remus stared down at his shoes nervously, “I didn’t want you to worry, I’m sorry.”

She turned to him, eyes rimmed silver, “I’m scared, Remus.”

He closed the space between them, pulling her into his arms and hugged her against his body.

“I am too. We all are,” he rested his chin on the top of her head, “I can’t reassure that everything will be okay, but I can promise that I will do whatever is in my power to keep you safe.”

“No—“ she shook her head slowly, backing up to stare at the concerned lines of his face, “I don’t need you to protect me, I want to do something to help.”

Remus sighed, “You heard what the Potters’ said, there’s nothing we can do right now, we should just focus on school.”

“If there was a way though, would you do it?”

He narrows his eyes in confusion, “Do what?”

“Help. Get involved. Fight. Do something, I don’t know…”

He was silent for a moment, eyes cast across the grounds towards the forest in thought. When he finally speaks, it’s quieter, but behind it lies an unusual ferocity she hadn’t heard before.

“Of course I would. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.”

Embracing him again, she rested her head on his chest, “Promise me that if we ever get the opportunity, you’ll fight with me.”

Remus’ arms tightened around her, “I promise.”

She inhaled him deeply, the warmth of his body seeping into her bones. Nothing was certain anymore, not within the circumstances they were living through, but she was unwaveringly sure that Remus’ promise was anything but empty.

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evermourning · 7 months

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 - yang jeongin

pairing: yang jeongin x reader (bewitched series pt. 6)

genre: fluff, comfort, slice of life, based off "misty" by laufey (original song by johnny mathis)

wc: 0.7k

warnings: (not proofread), established relationship, language, y/n is an absolute HOPELESS ROMANTIC, just tooth-rotting fluff

you were quite content spending the rest of a rainy day like this, snuggled into your boyfriend's side, wearing one of his shirts, as his thumb languidly slid back-and-forth soothingly across your shoulder. you leaned into his touch, sighing contentedly. your cheek rested against his chest.

"you're so pretty, innie." you mumbled, looking up at him with big, adoring eyes. jeongin laughed, kissing your cheek.

"why, thank you. so are you." he replied. your eyelids fluttered shut at the immense comfort of the rise-and-fall of his chest.

it was silly, looking at it now, that you were so goddamn infatuated with your boyfriend. there was just something about him that made you want to dig a hole inside him and live there permanently. this sensation was so new, and so strong, you felt utterly helpless, as if you were lost at sea. sometimes, it was just too tough to tread water.

but the clouds were pushed away from their spot covering the sun as a strong hand reached into the depths of the deep to pull you out and dry you off, and that hand belonged to yang jeongin.

with a kind, loving smile you were pulled ashore. he was the breath of oxygen filling your lungs, the fluffy towel wrapped around your shoulders, and the brightness of the summer sun itself.

you loved him to fucking pieces.

when you'd walk around the city, examining little shops and markets as their owners opened up, smells of espresso and fresh books wafting across streets, jeongin's hand would ever so inconspicuously brush against yours. this would continue until his big hand sat connected to yours, fingers intertwined and palms touching. when this happened, you felt as if you were absolutely going to pass away. all of your overflowing happiness had been condensed into a single cloud, floating gaily in the vibrant blue sky.

you just felt...misty, being around him. this feeling of intense doting that grew larger and larger and larger with every passing day was something of great interest to you. what was it about him that had you absolutely falling over yourself? was it his air of attractiveness and genuine warmth, was it his personality? it was probably both combined, actually.

your cheeks began to warm up significantly as you thought about this, and you sat up.

"i'm gonna go grocery shopping." you stammered, pulling on your jacket. as you went to run out the door, hiding your face in your hands, jeongin grabbed your wrist.

"are you really? it's pouring rain, baby." he laughed gently, grabbing an umbrella. "i'll come with you. don't want you to catch a cold now, do we? that wouldn't be good. i wouldn't be home a lot to take care of you, and i'd honestly be really worried. deal?" as he stared at you, concern and devotion in his brown eyes, it was like a symphony had began its most famous piece. thousands of violins played a melodious concerto and the brass and woodwinds backed up the beautiful song as it ended dramatically and beautifully in a lovely crescendo of sorts. just by hearing his voice, your feet were already lifting off the ground. it was simply lovely to be in his life, hell - even in the same timeline as him.

sometimes you feared you'd wake up again and see this all gone. you'd be alone and confused all over again, quiet tears streaming down your cheeks. was he just being nice to you? was he leading you on? was this pity? and then, in the very tip of your heart's apex was some burning desire for him to do this, and then admit that you were all he wanted. you were lost in this never-ending maze, and if jeongin was finding the way out, then that was the direction you would head towards, forever and ever.

lost in the wonderland that he'd created, sometimes feeling more disoriented than usual, he was the golden road leading you to your home (him). if you couldn't tell anything apart, he was the soft voice in your ear explaining everything to you in specific detail.

oh, you were way too in love with yang jeongin.

#ren writes!! <3 #evermourning #skz #stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagine #skz imagines #yang jeongin #jeongin skz #i.n skz #i.n stray kids #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #i.n x reader #bewitched set...entry vi

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part II)

WILDEST DREAMS

Let's get out of this town.

Heaven can't help me now.

Nothing lasts forever.

This is gonna take me down.

He's so tall and handsome as hell.

He's so bad, but he does it so well.

I can see the end as it begins.

Say you'll remember me.

Say you'll see me again.

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams.

No one has to know what wе do.

This is gettin' good now.

You'll see me in hindsight.

Burnin' it down.

Someday, when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Are you insane?

It's been a long six months.

You were too afraid to tell her what you want.

That's how it works.

That's how you get the girl.

I want you for worse or for better.

I would wait forever and ever.

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together.

Remind her how it used to be.

Tеll her how you must have lost your mind.

You left her all alone and never told her why?

That's how you lost the girl.

You know that I don't want you to go.

THIS LOVE

I could go on and on.

And you were just gone.

I never dreamed of this.

This love is good.

This love is bad.

This love is alive back from the dead.

These hands had to let it go free.

This love came back to me.

Struggled through the night with someone new.

You showed up just in time.

I watched you leave.

When you're young, you just run.

You come back to what you need.

This love left a permanent mark.

This love is glowing in the dark.

I KNOW PLACES

It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight.

I can hear them whisper as we pass by.

It's a bad sign.

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out.

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out.

They are the hunters, we are the foxes.

I know places we won't be found.

They'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down.

I know places we can hide.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences.

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time.

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it.

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof.

You know, for me, it's always you.

I know, for you, it's always me.

CLEAN

The drought was the very worst.

The flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst

It was months and months of back and forth.

You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore.

Hung my head as I lost the war.

When I was drownin', that's when I could finally breathe.

I think I am finally clean.

I punchеd a hole in the roof.

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.

I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing.

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it.

I won't give in.

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it.

WONDERLAND

We fell down a rabbit hole.

Nothing's as it seems.

Didn't they tell us, "Don’t rush into things"?

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Didn't it all seem new and excitin'?

I should have slept with one eye open at night.

We found Wonderland.

You and I got lost in it.

We pretended it could last forever.

Life was never worse, but never better.

There were strangers watchin'.

Whispers turned to talkin', and talking turned to screams.

Didn’t you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

It’s all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind.

I reached for you, but you were gone.

I knew I had to go back home.

You searched the world for somethin' else to make you feel like what we had.

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad.

YOU ARE IN LOVE

Time moved too fast.

No proof, not much, but you saw enough.

The light reflects the chain on your neck.

No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.

You can hear it in the silence.

You can feel it on the way home.

You can see it with the lights out.

You are in love.

He keeps his word.

For once, you lеt go of your fears and your ghosts.

You're my best friend.

He keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.

I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words.

NEW ROMANTICS

We're all so tired of everything.

We wait for trains that just aren't comin'.

We show off our different scarlet letters.

Trust me, mine is better.

We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin.

We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doin'.

We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom.

I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.

Every day is like a battle.

Every night with us is like a dream.

We're the new romantics.

Heartbreak is the national anthem.

We are too busy dancin' to get knocked off our feet.

The best people in life are free.

The lights and noise are blinding.

It's all in the timing,

We need love, but all we want is danger.

We team up, then switch sides like a record changer.

The rumors are terrible and cruel but, honey, most of them are true.

Come along with me.

Please, take my hand.

Please, take me dancin'.

Please, leave me stranded.

It's so romantic.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*1989

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Rodimus having a painful carrying because of lack of transfluid. His partner left him and during a battle he was kidnapped by decepticons. But by him giving up his title as autobot since carrying, he didn’t want the others to know, and being sparked he’s left in better care and he’s given to Soundwave who frags him, over running the previous mechs cna and making the sparkling his

He sat behind a pillar. Gun in hand and feeling out of breath from all the running. Just his luck he'd run into a Decepticon patrol while trying to find somewhere safe after leaving the Autobots.

Two weeks ago some of his friends convinced him to let loose and have fun. After they'd pushed back the Decepticons from the city.

They'd gone bar hoping to the few that were still operational. Getting drunk and then one of his friends suggested a glory hole. He'd been against it at first, but the alcohol must have softened him up or something because he found himself in front of one with his friends.

He ended up having the best sex of his life that night. Unfortunately he had no idea who it was. Just that their spike was big and they knew how to use it.

He didn't know his spark baffle was broken not until days later when he started feeling sick. He decided to use a med droid. Not wanting to bother the medics who were busy with the sudden influx of patients. From a battle they'd had earlier that day.

To his horror, he found out he was sparked and he didn't know who the sire was. He'd spent the day debating what to do. He thought about getting rid of it, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

They were at war and he couldn't remain an Autobot. They'd expect him to fight even if he was sparked. They needed ths soldiers and they would most likely force him to get rid of it.

Afraid of what they'd do. He decided to leave. Not wanting to tell anyone and face their judgement for his decision. He needed to find somewhere safe before the sparkling was born. Most likely find a way off world.

He heard someone nearby and he tightened his grip on his weapon. When he felt an empty clench and he groaned.

"Not now."

Something he didn't think about was that he'd need transfluid donations. In his hurry to leave he didn't even think about it. Until he was on the run and his body started desperately craving transfluid to help the sparkling. Since he didn't know who the sire was. He'd have to find someone else, but he didn't want a Decepticon. He wasn't that desperate yet.

He waited in silence for what felt like forever until they finally left. He breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against the wall.

Carefully stepping out gun still at the ready. He left the building and started walking along when he was grabbed.

"Surprise. Did you really think you could hide from me?"

He tried fighting them off. Wanting to protect his sparkling when he was hit on the head knocking him unconscious.

When he awoke he was surprised to find himself in a bedroom and not a cell. He was still handcuffed, but he had more freedom to move around.

He walked over to a nearby desk looking around when he noticed a picture frame. Picking it up he gasped in shock when he saw Soundwave with his cassettes. Behind him the door opened and he turned around using the frame as a weapon.

"What do you want? Why am I here?"

"Hot Rod sparked and no longer an Autobot."

"So?"

"I have a proposition for you."

"Whatever it is. I don't want to hear it."

He snapped crossing his arms.

"There's a reason you left the Autobots and without transfluid we both know your sparklings isn't going to make it. Which is why I suggest letting me donate transfluid."

"What!?"

He stared at him in shock.

"I can give you the best life possible. If you want to leave I'll help you. Just let me do this."

"Why? What are you up to? What does my sparking have to do with the great Deception plan?"

"You got sparked at a glory hole. You were celebrating the Autobots victory and you let someone spike you. I was that person. Your sparkling is mine."

He stared at him in shock shaking his head.

"How could you possibly know that? It's supposed to be anonymous.

"Not for the Decepticons master spy. When my sire coding activated, I knew you were sparked. I've been trying to track you down. You didn't happen to run into those Decepticons they were waiting for you. Although I wish they used better methods to capture you. I never wanted you to get hurt."

He found himself collapsing to the floor in shock. Staring up at Soundwave he felt so many conflicting emotions and he didn't know what to think.

"I'll give you time to decide what you want to do."

With that Soundwave left as he tried to figure out what to do.

#soundrod #transformers #soundwave #hot rod #transformers cyberverse #rodimus #hot rod x soundwave #cyberverse soundwave

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carry-on-my-wayward-gays · 2 years

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"Come with me."

Tango blinks. It's the end, they both know it. The server is burning around them, people are going for each other's throats - literally - and they lost their last life long ago.

Jimmy's hand is outstretched, reaching for Tango desperately. He's shaking, there's dirt under his fingernails and blood drying on his finger tips. His palms are black with soot and dirt and carry deep cuts from who knows what. It's open, waiting for Tango's own hand to fill it.

"Please." Jimmy begs. Tears gather in his eyes, threatening to spill. His voices wavers and he trembles just a bit more. They are merely spectators to this world now, only having to log out to move on.

They obviously had plans for after this series. The death games never last long, and no one expected this one to last long either. Even in pairs.

Tango would return to Hermitcraft, carry on with his projects like nothing happened. Like he didn't fall in love only to end up with a broken heart in the end. Only to forget the death game after he logs out.

Jimmy would go to Empires. Naturally. He'd live out the series as sheriff of a small town in the mesa. He'd forever have a hole in his heart that he'd never know how to fill, having forgotten everything after he logs out of the server. Just as Tango will.

"Please, I don't know what I'll do without you." Jimmy speaks, breaking the atmosphere around them. He's crying, so is Tango.

"Whatever you did before you met me." Tango sniffles, pulling the best smile he can. He takes Jimmy's hand and rolls his fingers into his palm, pushing it towards his chest. They can't feel each other's pain anymore. They can barely feel where they touch anymore.

"I don't remember what that's like." Jimmy whispers. He wants to take Tango's hands in his. He stops himself. "Please, Tango, my sunshine, come with me. I-"

"I can't, Jimmy. I wish I could but I can't." Tango cuts him off. His bottom lip wobbles as he swallows sobs.

"Why not? We'd have a good life, with an actual ranch. We'd-" Jimmy sucks in a deep breath. "We'd be happy, safe. No worrying about anything getting burned down, no Wardens. Just us." Jimmy stepped forward, Tango stepped back.

For some reason it felt like they were the only soulmates who didn't want to leave each other. Everyone else looked like they couldn't wait to get away from the other.

"We'd be kings together."

Tango's fists clench at his sides. He shakes as he cries. The urge to run and hide in Jimmy's arms overwhelms him but he stands his ground. He has to do this.

"I can't do that, love." Jimmy's face falls. What little hope he had left drains from his body, from his soul.

"I would love nothing more than to come with you, but I can't." Tango takes a second to breath and wipe his eyes. "Maybe if things were different, maybe if we didn't have other plans after this." Maybe if they weren't doomed from the start.

Jimmy accepts defeat.

"Ok, alright." He says. He doesn't bother trying to hug Tango. He'll just wonder why he feels it after he logs out.

"I won't forget you." He tries.

"Yes you will." Tango counters.

Jimmy just nods and opens the menu to leave the world.

"I will miss you, though. I'll forget why but I'll miss you." Tango says, index finger hovering over the button to log out. He looks at Jimmy with the saddest red eyes.

"I'll miss you too." Jimmy squeezes his eyes shut and hits the button. He feels himself leave the death game and enter a new world. The first thing he feels is the heat of the mesa.

The second thing he feels is a hollow chest. He wonders why it feels like that, and why he's crying.

#hehe angst #honestly this was just pure brain vomit #felt like being sad so i made sadness #this hurt to write #should I make an alternate post where Tango joins him (Jimmy)?#I can if y'all want #team rancher #rancher duo #rancherduo #ranch duo #gotta get all the tags #trafficshipping #double life #double life smp #tango tek #tangotek #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #shadow's scribing again

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pxgeturner · 1 year

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blue christmas — austin!elvis x fem!reader

you attend a christmas party w your best friend. you encounter your ex, and hear his new song. you two talk about the shitty way things ended.

an. hey y’all. i’m in the thick of exams but i’ve had this finished for a while n didn’t know if i should post it. but yk i like it so this is ur update. i’ll have another thingy coming up soon too.

warnings. this is an angst piece. now it’s not sobbing at three am type beat but this did make me feel actual pain in my heart and in my palms while i was writing this. but then again i was kinda super in my feelings. that being said this has a happy ending. but this isn’t really a romance piece.

wc. 1039

you adjust your santa hat, and smooth your velvet skirt as the elevator ascends. when the elevator arrives at your floor, you throw your matching sack over your shoulder.

the door opens, “ho, ho, hi everyone!” people cheer at your arrival

your best friend pulls you aside, “hello, ms. sexy santa!”

you wiggle your shoulders at the complement and give bea a cheeky smile, “thanks,”

“i can’t believe you though, we agreed not to do the costumes!”

you shake your head and wag your finger at her, “nuh-uh, you just decided not to be my little helper. i never said anything like that.” you tell her you’re going to go make rounds. but she grabs your arm.

“wait! have you heard it?”

“heard what?”

“elvis released a new song.”

oh.

“ok,”

“it’s gonna suck when you hear it,”

“i’ll survive.” it’s highly unlikely rock ‘n’ roll is going to play at a christmas party. you figure you have at least a day or two if you hole yourself in your apartment.

she links arms with you, and you two go find some people you know. you let yourself drown in the music, in the glamor of it all. you’re out on the dance floor, bobbing happily to eartha kitt, when part of you decides that you should spin, so you do. you spin and spin and spin. and it supplies you enough serotonin to last you for a few days. you wipe out, landing in a pile of “presents”. you see a red and white mass that your tipsy mind faintly recognizes as:

“santa!” you ungracefully put yourself (mostly) upright, and are about to march over to the mythical philanthropist, but you realize that is not, indeed, actually santa claus.

it’s elvis aaron presley.

you can’t let him see you. so, naturally, you run away from santa.

bea finds you in a bathroom, on the floor. “you saw him,”

“how could i not,” you sniffed, “he’s a giant and we’re wearing matching outfits.”

she nodded in sympathy, “you are,”

you sigh.

“maybe this is like, fate or something,”

“fate for what?”

“for you two to be together again. you two are perfect for each other.” bea takes a spot next to you and rubs your back.

you rest your head on her shoulder, “maybe on paper, in practice, things didn’t go so well.”

she wrapped her arms around you, rubbing your shoulder. “maybe things changed on his end.”

you start getting up, and shake your head. “he’s even bigger now.” your hand reaches for the doorknob, “c’mon we can’t hide in here forever.”

bea and you go back to rockin’ ’round the christmas tree. narrowly, you manage to avoid santa from noticing you. as it starts to get late and the energy starts to wind down, santa joins the band on the makeshift stage.

“hello, everybody.” he takes a spot on the stool in front of the mic. “i’d like to take this moment to play you a little something i wrote, called blue christmas.”

he starts, his voice melting your heart like butter on toast. as much as you wish you weren’t captivated by him, you were. him being up there with his pretty face, only feet away, makes that deep-set pain he’s left in your heart ache a little more.

“and when those blue snowflakes start falling

that's when those blue memories start calling

you'll be doing all right

with your christmas of white

but i'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue christmas”

that little fantasy you built in your head cracked. he thinks you left just because you wanted to. he is the one that feels abandoned, not you. he rewrote the story to the entire world without knowing. you escape out onto the terrance. feeling the sting of the cold winter air on your cheeks, you laugh a short, bitter laugh into the wind. you sip on your rosé a bit more, hearing heavy footsteps behind you.

“i thought i saw you mrs. claus.”

“that’s lady santa to you.” he laughs.

“my apologies, ma’am.”

“it’s alright, ‘i’m doing alright’, naturally.” elvis was quiet.

“you’re blue though,”

“you left,”

“you were always gone.”

“i was working. work is important.”

“work is important. that’s true, i’m not important.”

“i-i never said that, mama.” he uses his old nickname for you. you miss being his ‘little mama’.

“you didn’t have to, work must've been way more important than me if i felt lucky to see you one night a week.”

“is that why you left?”

your brow scrunched up and you turned to him, “you couldn’t, in your wildest imagination guess why i left. you actually thought i just impulsively left one night.” he rubs the back of your neck and you shoot the last of your wine. “when did you notice i was gone?”

“aug-august 16”

“i left on the last day of july, el.” he runs a hand through his hair, turning around a few times.

“gosh, mama, i– can’t say anything. i should have been a better man to ya.”

“i know you wanted to be, but you couldn’t.”

“yes, yes i could. i could've cancelled some shows, or at least actually come home instead of sleeping at the studio or going out with the guys.”

“okay,”

he freezes, and stares at you, “how was how i treated you okay?”

“what’s done is done, there is nothing either of us can do to undo anything. there’s nothing i can say.”

“let me make it right, mama.” he steps closer, curling a strand of your hair on his finger,

“elvis when I say ‘what's done is done’, that includes us.” you gently separate his hand from your hair and he blinks at you with his puppy dog eyes. part of you doesn’t want to say goodbye. but instead you put a palm to his chest, bridging the gap between you two and kiss his cheek. “i’ll always love you, my rockstar.”

you tuck a rogue strand behind his ear, taking your glass and your leave. you go and find bea, and link arms.

“you talked to him?” you nod and hum, “how’d it go?”

“he’ll be onto bigger and better things, and hopefully, so will i.”

#blue christmas #austin butler elvis #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #elvis x reader #austin!elvis angst #austin!elvis x you #elvis x you #elvis 2022 #my writing

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leon-swedfinqs · 6 months

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Beautiful Eyes , Shielded and Guarded

Warnings: mentions of arachnids (nothing crazy happens here)

On a mission, Aziraphale finally gets to see what his travel partner has been hiding behind those glasses.

"Okay, so based on this request, there is a, uhhh....'A grand treasure of immense value that has been in my family for thousands of years. It is stored in a guarded vault hidden in the back of the Craven Mountain range's tunnel system'," Crowley read aloud as he held the paper slip close to his face. "Oh, there's a P.S. written at the bottom. 'P.S. There are a lot of arachnid monsters living in the cave. They are harmless'. Harmless my ass," he scoffed.

The two were currently standing at the entrance to said cave system, its opening a gaping hole surrounded by moss-covered stalagmites. It had taken them a day to travel up the mountain from the village they have claimed as their 'homebase', and this request was one of their first direct orders under their new "adventurers for hire" shtick. The request offered a reward of up to two hundred gold pieces each for the safe return of the familial relic. However, there was the footnote of 10 gp removal for every dent and scratch they found on the item (whether or not they made the marks or not).

"Oh my..." Aziraphale hummed as he looked down the cave. "I was expecting this to be lit, considering that historically this cave system was used for mining minerals. I didn't bring any torches, we'll both get lost," he sighed. "N-no matter! I can just lead the way, my halos should emit enough light for us to navigate with no issue."

Crowley rolled his eyes as Aziraphale started to march forward, pretending that he was a beacon. Either he didn't get enough sleep last night and his encyclopedic knowledge wasn't catching up to him, or the cleric simply forgot that he A: has a sword that just seems to catch on fire randomly, and B: he's traveling with a tiefling that has dark vision. For now, he will indulge in this idiocy until his patience runs out and he decides to run forward and find the relic so they can earn their money.

That patience lasted a total of...15 minutes, give or take. The cleric's halos only emitted enough light that the human could see roughly 5 or so feet in front of him, and even then it wasn't a very clear view. The poor bastard kept knocking his feet against rocks or would get incredibly close to walls before eventually turning to a new direction. Honestly? It was downright a bit pathetic, and Crowley was getting a bit tired of his stubbornness.

"Alright, we are going to be here forever," Crowley huffed as he picked up the pace. He easily breezed past Aziraphale, his tail lightly flicking against the cleric's calf. Aziraphale immediately stopped and blinked in surprise.

"Wh-Crowley! Are you crazy? It is dreadfully unsafe to walk into a cave system you can't easily assess! You, you can get lost, or hurt! Or worse!" Aziraphale balked. Crowley snickered as he turned on his heel to face the man.

"Dark vision," he smirked as he tapped his sunglasses. "Tiefling and all. Remember?"

"I-uh-"

Crowley turned on his heel again, shoving one hand in his pants pocket, and the other he used to wave back at the human. "You go ahead though, 'light your heavenly way' and all that, angel. I'll see you there."

"Crowley! Wait!" Aziraphale called out into the darkness, left with only the echoes of the footsteps from the rogue's boots.

Wandering through the cave after that, for Aziraphale, was a bit of a struggle. Every few seconds he would glance over his shoulder, occasionally checking to see if Crowley was somehow behind him again, or was simply waiting for him around a corner and would say something along the lines of: "Oops! My bad angel! I know we have to stick together, it's safer that way, considering there are supposed to be monsters in these caves. Don't want either of us getting dreadfully hurt!". The logical side of the human, however, knew that this wasn't the case, and that he was going to be alone for the time being.

Multiple times, Aziraphale considered giving in and pulling out his sword to act as a torch. However, after the previous mission, he still felt apprehensive to even touch the damn thing, so he kept refusing those thoughts and continued to march forward with manufactured motivation. He studied the map of these caves multiple times the night before in their camp -- due to the fact that these used to be utilized for mining purposes, all of the tunnels eventually convened in the same location so that the workers wouldn't get lost in the maze and accidentally die (from a multitude of different causes).

Just the sudden change in the sound of his footsteps bouncing off the cavernous walls alerted Aziraphale that he had stumbled into central cavern, though something else shifted as he entered—although it was luckily subtle, his nose twinged with the unpleasant scent of dust and ammonia. He coughed back a gag.

Aziraphale instinctively went to turn away, though he paused as a soft glint in the darkness caught his eye. Something just a few feet in front of him had managed to catch the light of his halo and twinkled back. The cleric approached and reached down to retrieve a small silver platter that appeared surprisingly immaculate for the state of the surroundings. No scratches or dings, and strangely it seemed bare of dust. Regardless, Aziraphale smiled as he slipped it into his pack.

Now further into the room, more items seemed to shine back at him in the dark. Aziraphale happily retrieved each like a mouse following a crumb trail. More and more potential money lined his pockets as he found tiaras and vases and candlesticks, all pristine and beautiful. Each piece seemed incredibly sophisticated, though as Aziraphale picked up the latest trinket, he paused. They appeared to be dark and glittering. Onyx stones? No no, as he bent down and got a closer look, he’d instead found a pair of dark spectacles.

Familiar dark spectacles at that.

Aziraphale frowned as he gently picked up the glasses and turned them over in his hand. The shields on the sides, the small silver jewels at the hinges — these were definitely Crowley’s glasses. Folding them carefully, Aziraphale pressed the glasses close to his chest to protect them as he continued to creep forward. If his glasses were haphazardly discarded like this, then the tiefling must be in this room somewhere.

As the cleric carefully stepped through the cavern, the light brought his attention to a strange silhouette a few feet away, seemingly dangling from the ceiling. His mind echoed Crowley’s words from earlier about the “large arachnid monsters” that lurked within the caves, which he was (thankfully) yet to encounter on this endeavor.

Aziraphale instinctively moved to touch the hilt of his sword, though before he retrieved it from his sheath, his fingers clenched and relaxed. After everything, he was still making a conscious effort to avoid using any kind of physical attacks to handle situations, especially those learned back at his home. Not to mention, if he had been cursed to bear the scar of magic, he would follow Ecliel’s divine plan, all the same and only use his blade as a last resort. Not to mention, if there were truly ammonia dowsing, the cave it may be unwise to light a spark lest he char himself. Still, he needed to examine the silhouette and hesitantly he approached with light steps and silent breaths.

Aziraphale prepared himself mentally to be face-to-face with a terrifying creature. Instead he found himself face to, well, upside down face with his dark-sighted travel companion.

Crowley was strung up in layers of enlarged gossamer, such that only his head from the chin up was exposed, and the rest of his body was strung up securely. His face looked red, no doubt from all the blood rushing downwards in his flipped position. Surprisingly, through all of this, he seem to have found some tranquility—enough to sleep, though his expression was slightly pinched.

As Aziraphale leaned in a bit to investigate and make sure he was unharmed, the dreadful snake let out a loud snore and blew air directly into his face.

Aziraphale rapidly blinked as he was caught off guard. “Oh for goodness sake…”

He seemed fine.

With a huff, the cleric leaned back and lightly slapped Crowley’s face. When the first slap didn’t work he reeled back and slapped a little bit harder. This caused the tiefling to sputter and cough as his eyes flew open and his body jerked, causing him to lightly swing back and forth.

“Gah! Fucking—ow!”

Aziraphale had prepared some kind of snarky quip, maybe something along the lines of “good morning” or “so how did running off on your own go?” But before the words could pass his lips, his entire train of thought seemed to come to a screeching halt.

In the dim space between them, only illuminated by his dual halos, Crowley’s face was illuminated and unobstructed by his usual obsidian shades. He did admittedly find his new companion quite intriguing when they first met and saw that Crowley adamantly refused to take off his sunglasses at all times, but now that Aziraphale saw what his behind the lenses, he was frankly, well…

Enamored.

He was met with the most brilliant yellow eyes that glistened like gems, specks of orange and brown hidden within the iris. The pupils were slits, which curiously made the nickname ‘snake’ that Aziraphale would call Crowley in his head very fitting. They were incredibly unique and downright beautiful. Why would Crowley ever want to hide these?

“Ngk-Ecliel Aziraphale, I can’t fuckin-do you mind??” Crowley hissed as he squinted and tried to swing backwards away. “Can’t you turn those goddamn things down???”

Aziraphale blinked and stepped back, his face turning a bit red in embarrassment. It seemed as if the light emitting from the halos had become brighter as he stared.

“Ah, um…” Aziraphale cleared his throat. “Shall I get you down from there?”

#good omens d&d au #good omens au #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens writing #fanfiction #original writing #good omens d&d #Mari writes #sheep writes #crowley good omens #crowley #Aziraphale good omens #Aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #crowley x aziraphale #good omens s2

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valleynix · 6 months

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How I Would Have Written Resident Evil: Village

let me preface this by saying a few things: i am slightly tipsy as i write this, so i apologize for any misspellings, incorrect lore, or things not articulated well. i also do not hate Ethan nor the original story of RE8, but i do think there was a lot of wasted potential and unnecessary plot holes

moving on, under the cut

i'll start off by saying that i loved Biohazard. it's genuinely one of my favorite games and the atmosphere is done so well. i love the horror, the mix of action, and the genuine fear you can feel as you run around, searching for answers.

Village did not have this, and it was a massive disappointment, as was the game itself, overall. i do still love it and it'll always be one of my favorites, but Capcom fumbled hard with the plot and the general story.

let's start off with this: in my own little fantasy land where Capcom doesn't hate women (joke), Mia would have been the protagonist in Village. think about how well the story could have gone between her knowledge from the Connections, her unknown relationship with Miranda, the fact she likely would have been struggling to actually fight (just like Ethan should've), and how much different her interactions would be.

i'm genuinely so tired of seeing husbands and/or fathers searching for their lost wife and/or child in horror games. appeal to a different audience!!! where's my mother searching for her lost child, taken by Eldritch horrors???

anyway, i won't be super detailed, but we'll say Mia is the protagonist and Ethan is sidelined :3

throughout the game, i personally would have made it much more obvious that the lords are indeed a family. like, i thought it was obvious enough, but apparently lots of people in this fandom didn't get the memo?? so i would make it more apparent.

and just like i mentioned in the one video i'd already made on this (kinda), i would have changed the lords' appearances and their deaths, pretty much meaning that only Donna (maybe) would have been killed. everyone else would have just been something for her to escape from.

(i'm sorry this isn't super detailed. i don't want it to turn into an eight hour essay, which i may do for a video later on, but anyway)

i will say that i probably would have changed the beginning sequence and made it more mother-daughter focused before Rose is taken. like, imagine Rose being kidnapped right from under Mia's nose without all the brutality and shooting, as comedic as that was, once you knew. the whole thing with Chris not telling Ethan what was going on was probably the dumbest thing in these games and i will forever stand by that.

so, we'll just say that Miranda somehow finds a way to subdue Mia long enough to kidnap baby Rose, and Mia wakes up cold and alone and has to follow a barely-there trail of footprints and feathers that eventually lead her to the village and the horrors within

i also probably would have kept the game during nighttime or early morning, simply because of how terrifying that would be. it's not as fun when you can blatantly see the mutants trying to stalk you (ahem. lycans.)

at this point, Rose is taken and we now have an angry mother on our hands that is very wary of what's going on around her, but now knows that Miranda is a culprit (because in my mind, Miranda has no real reason to hide from Mia, and came to her in her true form). this would leave the audience to question what she really knows and what she's been hiding, and while it would create skepticism, it would also generate curiosity.

Mia traverses the village in relative darkness, led only by the moon's light (hehe symbolism) and the occasional torch. she searches the village for any inhabitants, and while she mostly finds blood and corpses, she also finds a group of people still surviving and untrusting of her.

i think the scariest thing would be that every time Mia progresses and comes back to the village, more people are missing and she finds out rather quickly that it's Miranda's doing. this would leave a sense of fear within her: Miranda is watching and waiting, she is causing Mia distress and threatening her without outright doing anything, letting her know she is unsafe and alone without ever laying a hand on her.

we'll say she goes to Donna's first, under the impression that the hermit dollmaker could have taken Rose per Miranda or she's just being mislead by Miranda posing as a villager (or even the witch lady). from there, she's forced through hallucinations, vivid fabrications of Rose and Ethan, all while struggling to see what is real and what's made up.

she finds out that Rose isn't at the Beneviento Estate, but now, Donna isn't letting her leave. she's not allowed to let her visitors through those doors, saying something similar (though perhaps slightly more afraid) to, "Don't leave... I can't let you." this may hint at the fact that Donna herself does not want to hurt Mia, but cannot let her leave.

Donna's boss fight consists of hallucinations and fabrications, and Mia "dies" when she succumbs to one and doesn't realize what it actually is. there is no "monster" in this section, but it's probably one of the scariest parts, as it takes place throughout the blackened estate and the dolls are, in fact, still moving and making little noises.

Mia escapes somehow, and when she returns to the village, she overhears a conversation from Miranda and someone else (perhaps Rednic?) basically hinting at the megamycete and the ritual and what needs to be done. this begins the plot of finding out what the fuck is going on and where the hell is her daughter, which she believes will be found together.

(sad mother moments, of course. i'd make them tearjerking.)

Mia then finds herself stumbling to Moreau's reservoir, cold and angry, and from here, she starts to realize just how deep Miranda's corruption really goes and how much danger she's actually in. in her mind, prior to this, she thought Miranda was under some kind of control or that she was simply a lackey in a larger scheme of things.

after all, the Miranda she knew was much different than this one, much less angry and violent. Mia doesn't recognize this woman any longer, and she begins to find herself very afraid of what she's gotten herself into, though she doesn't regret it.

Mia hears Moreau's pleas for his mother to help him, to be proud of him, to notice him, and all Mia can feel is the heartbreak of a mother watching this child throw a tantrum for his mom's attention. she tries to kill him, but in the end, she finds herself out of ammo and cornered and freezing her ass off, as well as injured from wounds so graciously gifted to her by lycans and the varcolac.

she escapes, leaves Moreau to his cries and his desperation, and at this point, Mia wonders just how much farther she can go until she collapses. she remembers those little moments with Rose when everything was starting to look up and when she thought her life was going to be normal again, and for a time, she fades into unconsciousness.

when she wakes, it's eerily quiet, and she knows she needs to leave. after more of the villagers go missing and they mention laughing and screaming from the castle, Mia decides she will go there next in her attempt to find Rose and take her away from this fucked up place, get her out of Miranda's grasp before she can do god knows what with her.

the castle is... eerie, yes, but not quite as dangerous as she had been expecting. she meets the Dimitrescus and she's most likely flirted with a bit (as they tend to do), and because Mia is a woman, her pleas are heard and she is allowed to speak, if only for a moment. they come to find that Mia is only there for her daughter and she will gladly leave once she's found, but they're under orders from Miranda now to keep Mia alive (wink wonk).

that doesn't stop them from chaining her up and giggling as they leave, as they did before. i'd make the castle much darker and make more noises throughout the halls, like footsteps or quiet laughter, maybe some soft clanging or things slightly being moved, like vases or chairs, only for there to be nothing.

it's creepy, but there's nothing outright dangerous until Mia finds herself cornered in the kitchens with a very angry Bela now out for blood. she holds back only a little during this little spat, but eventually, it gets to the point that Mia shoots open the window and only distracts Bela before she runs and manages to get away.

(it's now a safe room for her, as Bela would have run away when her weakness was exposed and warmed up, bruised ego be damned. she'll just regroup with her sisters and go from there).

i think the phone call scene would still happen, but it would be a little different. at the very least, it would still show that Miranda does not care about the lords as much as she claimed to and cares more about the ritual and ceremony, but now Lady Dimitrescu is pissed and wants Mia out of her castle before she can actually kill one of her daughters.

(i like to think Bela and/or Cassandra would be in the room, quietly observing, and if the player looks away long enough, looking back would show one or both of them staring right at Mia before quickly looking away. you know the drill).

Mia somehow finds a way to sympathize with Lady Dimitrescu, perhaps because she refuses to kill Daniela while the former is nearby or something, and she ends up escaping (though it's obvious the action is allowed, as Lady Dimitrescu is blatantly keeping her distance but ensuring Mia is chased out. yada yada).

more creepy village stuff happens, more fights with lycans, blah blah. i'm not entirely sure what to do here, but i'll think more on it.

the factory would be last, and i think it would be incredibly interesting with Heisenberg likely knowing that Mia and Miranda had a past together. he might try to use that against her and try to convince her that Rose is their only hope for being free (maybe playing into what she'd seen with his siblings), but he's ultimately denied again.

Mia doesn't know this dude, doesn't know his true intentions or if teaming up with him will guarantee her death at the price of his freedom. everything she'd gone through would have been for nothing, and so, she refuses.

i think the factory would have been creepier if the mechanical noises weren't so loud and in-your-face, but that's just me. keeping the lights low and the enemies quieter but still lit up would have been great, but oh well.

after making it through the factory and proving how strong she really is (never doubt a mother), she is, once again, faced with the opportunity to join Heisenberg or join the dead. she denies him once more, manages to escape the factory (and Sturm) as metal flies by and she's probably pierced a few times, and when she eventually becomes free, she just collapses in the middle of a dusk-lit village.

she's been through so much, lost everything dear to her, and she still hasn't found answers or her daughter. she begins to wonder if she ever left that first hallucination at Lady Beneviento's but she's too tired to care-

and then the moldy tendrils begin breaking from the ground, near enough to terrify her but far enough to know that she's not in immediate danger. she hears laughter and searches through the mold (which she comments on), vision blurry, only to completely freeze when she finds Miranda standing near one of the tendrils, watching her with a fond smile on her face.

this is all i've thought about (because the ANGST of seeing your, at the very least, old coworker/friend who is now a CULT LEADER and trying to kill you...) but i'll probably expand way more on it if i ever do a video on it. i didn't want this to turn into a massive ramble (even if it already did), so i'll pause here for now.

i didn't hit everything i wanted to and i'm sure i'm missing a LOT of points, but these were all the major things i would have changed or implemented. i am very tired and tipsy, and i do apologize for anything that doesn't sound quite right or that's left with like... no other point or explanation. i'll do better next time <33

#i've had a rough few days im sorry #today was so frustrating and im just tired of being a person #but here are my thoughts #my incoherent thoughts anyway #enjoy <3333 #im sorry if they're hard to understand <33333 #i'll do better

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