LiShen 5 Star Banner Exclusive Tutorial

Date: 30 April 2024 to 10 May 2024

Oracle of Stars Event Guide

Cost Disclaimer: The cost below are the average expected cost of the limited-time 4 star. The cost below also assume you do not draw any duplicate headgear. Due to the RNG elements of the event your cost may fall below or above the average expected cost. Of course hitting the 1% odds of drawing the 4 star card will significantly reduce your costs 1st 4 star=45 pulls=4500 or 3600 dias (after 9 free pulls) 2nd 4 star= 42 pulls=4200 dias 3rd 4 star=43 pulls=4300 dias 4th 4 star=4200 pulls=4200 dias

1 headgear=5-6 pulls=500-600 dias

After the 150 draws you will no longer receive any oracle dice from spin count rewards. Below are the cost after taking into account duplicate conversions. The following are average expected costs

Assuming no headgear or 4 stars are maxed: 1 4 star=47 pulls=4700 dias

Assuming all headgear has been obtained: 1 4 star=42 pulls=4200 dias

Assuming all headgear and 1 event 4 star is maxed: 1 4 star=38 pulls=3900 dias

Assuming all headgear and 2 event 4 stars are maxed: 1 4 star=34 pulls=3400 dias

Format •For MLQC players, this event is very similar to the Forbidden Seas, Wonder Cafe, and Qixi 4 SSR events (sorry SN players idk how else to explain it) •On average, a 10 pull drops 187.5 oracle dice •The average number of oracle dice per 10 pull increases after gaining the ability to automatically convert duplicate headgear/4 star to oracle dice •After obtaining 880 oracle dice you may purchase a 4 star of choice from the special shop

꒰   jing yuan x afab reader / wc: 1.4k   ꒱   :   warnings include talks of marriage but uhhh i think that’s about it. this is mostly just banter between jing yuan and reader. or flirting. this is just literally how they flirt. also not proofread and never will be <3 and maybe ooc jing yuan but who’s to say. do we really know what he’s like when he’s in love *thinking emoji*

note: uhhh i know i said i wouldn’t write anything on this blog but the jing yuan brain rot has taken over me i fear... psd by ninetitans on deviantart :3c

“I hear that there have been talks concerning your marital status.”

You do not lift your face up from the chessboard, instead keeping your gaze solely on the pieces before you with your brows knitted together in deep concentration. There was no room for making mistakes. You must be meticulous and calculated with your decisions. With your pride weighing heavy above your head, you could not afford to admit defeat to him once more.

You’ve already lost four times. A fifth would be a bruise to your ego.

“I was not aware that the General liked to engage himself in rumours during his spare time.”

“Well,” he starts with a hum, raising his hand to pet the bird that landed on his shoulder with a gentle finger. “Only if said rumours are a matter of interest to me.”

Your attention is not swayed anywhere else but at the board, your mind silently rummaging for all the possible outcomes to turn this game around in your favour. You haven’t made a single move for seven minutes, choosing to exercise your patience before decidedly moving your piece. Jing Yuan does not mind. It only gives him all the more time to be with you.

(Which, of course, was his intention from the very beginning. Expertly orchestrating the scene from behind the lines to keep you all to himself, but he wisely chooses to withhold this bit of information from you. In any case, you will figure it out eventually as you always do, the clever little finch that you are.)

“Which includes affairs concerning my betrothal, I assume.”

“Naturally.”

And finally — finally — your eyes move up to find for his own. He offers you a gentle smile, his lips etched upwards in a way that has all the men and women alike sighing dreamily. If they weren’t too busy being intimidated by him, then they occupied themselves by admiring him from afar.

“Go on, then,” He presses. “Won’t you relieve an old man of his curiosity?”

You send him a sceptical look. If you didn’t know him any better, you would have assumed that his questioning stemmed from genuine interest. Which might have fooled you all those centuries ago, but you’ve come to understand him. You’ve become quite adept at reading the many faces of Jing Yuan, subtle as they are. And you’re not quite sure which irks you more: the fact that you know him well, or the fact that you feel proud of it. Few people can discern the thoughts in his mind, and even fewer who manage to get it right. But not you; never you.

He’s looking at you with a glint in his golden eyes that wordlessly requests for you to indulge him, despite already knowing the answer. He simply wants to hear the words from you without having to voice it himself because Aeon forbid he ask like any other normal human being would. That’d be no fun.

You sigh in defeat, relenting. Only to save yourself from the headache, otherwise he would continuously pester you until he got an answer. He can be persistent when he wants to be. You wish he’d been more persistent in finishing his papers instead, which still remain unattended on his large wooden desk.

“There have been discussions in passing,” you say. “And constant reminders that marriage should be a priority for me, but I’ve yet to find someone who is competent enough to even be considered. I’m known to be very demanding, you see.”

“I would not expect anything less,” The small finch flies off from his shoulder with a delightful chirp, now putting his hand down on his knees. You are decisive, that he is certain of. Once you’ve made up your mind, it is final — which is an admirable trait to have, of course, though he’s not quite fully convinced if you know what you truly want.

“It is a poor shame that you have not found someone that has met your required expectations,” He continues, feigning sympathy at the countless people you’ve rejected as if he had cared to begin with. As if he didn’t turn down the numerous proposals that he received from affluent families either. You hide a scoff from under your breath. “Though I imagine it would be quite the feat if someone did catch your eye.”

He urges for you to continue; to spill yourself in front of him and be caught vulnerable under his watchful eye. You aren’t in the least bit surprised — it has been a game between the two of you, the untamed cat and the flitting bird. He lures you in, but you keep yourself close and fly away before he snares you with his sharp teeth.

Very well. You’ll entertain him just this once.

“I suppose there is someone,” you say. And to the untrained eye, one might not have noticed the slight change of Jing Yuan’s posture — but you are not like others. You know him, and almost immediately, you caught the slight movement of his shoulders that suggested that you’ve caught his full attention.

“Oh?” More probing. He won’t stop until he gets something from you. “Do tell.”

“Ah, but you must know, General, that he is hardly ideal,” You smooth out your silken robes, placing both hands nearly on your lap as he watches you from the other side of the table.

“He is an exception then,” Jing Yuan muses. “To your long list of demands, that is.”

“That is not to say that this man does not have his faults,” You counter back, and you swore you saw the slightest twitch of his smile lifting up. “He is far too leisurely for my own liking, for one. He neglects certain duties that he ought to be doing.”

“Troublesome, to be sure.”

“Most certainly,” you sighed. “He speaks in riddles which only drives me mad. He’s hardly ever upfront about what goes on in his mind, and—”

One of his eyebrows raise, his body leaning slightly forward, “And?”

“—And he just lost a game of chess.”

He remains silent for a moment that lasts only by a split second — blinking once, twice, and then thrice before lowering his head down to inspect the board before him. He skims the pieces laid out in front of him with half amusement and half confusion, and it takes him quite some time to register that he did, in fact, lose. 

Your smile is bright and proud, with your satisfaction and pride seeping off of you. It is awfully contagious and he can’t help but return a smile of his own, eyes closed in silent acknowledgement at your recent win. He offers you a word of congratulation, which you soak in with delight and bliss because if there is one thing that brightens up your day, it is his seal of approval. It isn’t everyday that the great general of Luofu loses, after all.

You’ll have to commemorate this day into your memory. He’ll never hear the end of it.

“I think it’s best that I get going now,” You lift yourself up on your two feet, smoothing out the wrinkles that formed on your clothing. “Politicians to entertain, dinners to host… You understand how busy it can get.”

“You’ve given me a most invigorating game,” He stands up not long after you, offering his arm to steady yourself as you quickly fix your appearance before excusing yourself to a long day of festivities. “I must thank you for indulging me.”

“It wouldn’t sit right with me if I left an old man such as yourself all by his lonesome,” You reason, but he knows you just as well as you know him. He can easily spot a lie on your lips when he hears one.

You make your way towards the door, with him following beside you to escort you out. Back then, you would have insisted that it was unnecessary — you were perfectly capable of seeing yourself out on your own, to which he replied with: ‘Of course. But I’d like to stay close to you before I send you on your way, if you’ll allow me.’ You stopped insisting him after that. 

Your hand is only a few centimetres away from reaching the door knob before putting yourself into a brusque halt, body twisting to look at him. “Oh, and General?”

“Yes?”

Something warm is placed on the centre of his palm, his bright eyes gazing down to inspect it before his eyes settle on the familiar material laid on his hand. A chess piece. His chess piece, to be exact. But you spare him no time for a response — you flash him a teasing smile, just as bright as the one you spared him on your win — and leave the room without saying another word, the door closing behind you with a click.

Jing Yuan chuckles, tucking the chess piece in his robes.

Clever little finch, indeed.

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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE : LiShen interface interaction (English Sub - ซับไทย)

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Title: LOVE AND DEEPSPACE (恋与深空)

By: PaperGames

Languages: Chinese+

Platform: iOS, Android

Genre: 3D Otome Game

Website: https://deepspace.papegames.com/

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* Upcoming

❄️ Li Shen

Cardiac surgeon

Evol: Ice

"From now on, your heartbeat belongs to me"

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This screen recording mainly shows the optimization effects of the following aspects:

Body Shape: Adjust the character's physique, muscles and body proportions.

Demeanor and movement: Optimize dynamic performance and lip-synthetic, increase the range of motion and expression when speaking.

Clothing: Add clothing details and improve material performance.

Hair: Increase the dynamics of hair, and the effect of hair fluttering will also be accompanied by movement changes.

Skin: Optimized skin texture and precision.

Eyelashes: Adjust the shape of eyelashes.

❄️ Game project in progress

โปรเจกต์เกมยุคอนาคตจากผู้สร้าง Nikki และ Mr. Love: mobile

ผจญภัยโลกยุคอนาคต พบรักที่ดึงดูดใจและต่อสู้เคียงข้างพวกเขาเพื่อกอบกู้โลก พร้อมเผยเรื่องราวของคุณกับเขา

Through various (demonic) fuckery, Simon is freed from the Crown, and may or may not have the closest thing to Satan as a side piece.

Listen. When you share custody for 1000 years, you figure out eventually that your kid's human mom was attracted to the guy for a reason. The reason may or may not be extremely flexible tentacles.

But fast forward 1000 years, Simon is as sane as can be given his extensively long lifespan via the Crown's third jewel embedded in his (ring) finger. (Hunson may or may not have embedded that jewel there, and thoughtfully added a band of gold to embellish it so it looks like a specific hand jewelry)

And it's about the anniversary of the last time Simon saw The One Who Got Away. He may or may not have imbibed a few too many candyquilas. Hunson is there because he has an nth sense for situations primed for maximum chaos. And he totally dared Simon to do it. And Simon is no fucking coward. Thank you very much.

One stolen Hambo later (which Simon will regret immensely upon sobering up), Simon makes a collect call to a 1000 years into the past, where...

"You're dumping me?"

"What? You dumped me! I put the - the Crown on and I nnnever saw you again! You left me!"

"Are you drunk? Where would I go without you?"

"Porchal's chlosing. Lishen, Betty. I jusss wanna say... Wow. You're so fucking pretty."

"Simon, I know who I'm leaving you for!"

Cue Betty jumps through the portal. She plants a big one on Simon, who immediately falls to his ass in a drunken blackout moment. This leaves Betty and Hunson in the same room with absolutely no supervision whatsoever.

So how does Peach first end up experiencing Ash’s rage

It was really small in Peach's opinion

Gary- the snot nosed rat had been pushing her brothers again, somethig that seemed fairly normal nowadays, especially after Ash and Gary had a fallout.

Indigo had brushed it off, as had Ash.

"Lesh go," Peach said, still trying to get used to physically speaking. "Mom shaid food ish ready."

And Gary had latched onto that like a Sharpedo who smelled blood in the water.

"Oh She Did, Did She?" Gary grinned wide, batting his lashes obnoxiously at her brothers. "Better go home Ashy boy, unlesh you dont lishen to your dishabled shishter."

It was obvious he was trying to mock her, but Peach could really care less at this point. The kid was wildly insecure to come at her for /speaking/

"Knock it off!" Indigo snapped, but Gary just turned to him with a shit eating grin.

"Awe is lil Gogo gonna cry, so sad that his big sister is stupid like him?" He mocked, pouting his lip.

And Indigo turned red in anger, but a quick pat told him to knock it off. He hissed, pitched in his throat before huffing angrily.

Apparently, she missed the memo for when Ash got angry.

She watched, in paifully slow motion as Ash reeled back and decked the twerp right in his stupid smug face. Just blinking as they screamed in anger with Ash beating his face in.

It wasnt like Gary didnt get a few good hits in, but it wouldnt show on Ash's face like it would on his.

She leaned down and Scooped Ash up, turning away and trusting Indigo to follow her.

She hadnt expected Ash to being spitting Vitriol the whole time.

"LET ME GO PEACH, I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

"I think you need to chill?" Peach offered awkwardly, reeling back when Ash snarled at her.

"Dont bother trying," Indigo offered her, patting her hip. "Gary gets on his nerves constantly. Lets go home and toss him ti mom and dad."

"Sure?" Peach shrugged aimlessly, keeping Ash an arms length away as he screamed angrily.

'Nuff said. I sinned for LiShen 🫠🫠🫠 Kthxbye

Oho...

I do love bringing Osomatsu the drama. I got something for you, Anonym. A little Osomatsu x Reader and a very costly Freudian slip, under the cut!

Fresh out of the pachinko parlor, you were ecstatic about your earnings for the evening. So ecstatic that your partner in crime and eldest of your sextuplet friends, Osomatsu, managed to convince you to buy him some drinks and sushi. Being that you were riding the high of your luck, you agreed. He partook in his favorite beer, and you instead opted to have some tea with your dinner. That didn’t stop your pleasant conversation however, the two of you carrying on between pieces of sashimi and a sizable amount of appetizers. It was always this easy with Osomatsu. Sure he was a NEET and maybe society frowned upon him for that - but not you. To you he brought carefree attitudes and laughter. He reminded you not to sweat the small stuff in life and even though he was a bit of a blockhead, he was dependable where it mattered most. A guy who knew how to knock back a beer and make you forget the way the world turned, that was your Osomatsu. 

“So I told Choromatsu not to worry about it right, cause it was just a shock and he should totally dye his hair again” Osomatsu snickers, picking up a shumai dumpling, “Tell me why he actually listened to me - and he the next day he comes back BLONDE!” “NOOO” your stunned groan turning into laughter, “Osomatsu, you scoundrel, why would you tell him that?!”

The man shrugs and pops the dumpling into his mouth, “Lishen, if we didn wana do it - he wouldn ave,” and he swallowed down his bite with a swig of his beer, “I didn’t make him do it.” You rolled your eyes at that knowing full well that he absolutely used his eldest brother influence to goad Choromatsu into changing his hair again. Still, you couldn’t help but laugh, Osomatsu always had a good story to tell. The night went on as such, the two of you exchanging stories and laughs the way close friends tended to. With the tab paid and you two satiated, you sauntered off in what you both assumed was the direction of home. By now you were too engrossed in each other's company to really pay close attention to exactly where you were going. At some point you threw your hands behind your head and stretched, “Man…I hate having to be a responsible adult. It’s always work hours this, and pay bills that.” Osomatsu laughed at your whining, “Sucks to suck, doesn't it? Could always try the NEET life like me!” You eyed him with an absurd accusatory look, “And look what does to the people around you,” your finger poked into his cheek now, “Need I remind you who paid your tab tonight, mister.” Osomatsu gave you a dramatic twirl, his hand clutching his chest dramatically, “Ugh! Your words wound me, woman! Maybe I really am the worst man in Akatsuka after all!” His Shakespearean act had you almost feel like you were in the presence of his younger brother, but you simply gave him a hearty laugh with your hand playfully pushing at his chest, “Shut up you big dummy, you know I love you.” … It took a moment for your words to register. That word. You’d never said that word with him before. You two had always been so close. Hell, you were close with all of the brothers…but you’ve never…used that word with any of them before. You snatched back your hand, fingers curling into your chest. The weight of your words hanging over you both like a storm cloud. Did you ruin things just now? Would he be freaked out by you? What have you done? Embarrassment crept its way into your skin, flushing your whole body. “Osomatsu, I–mmph!” the bargaining plea that started at your lips was silenced by his own. His own hands circled around your wrists, pulling you to him. He unfurled your limbs from your body, making you wrap your arms around his neck as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Any form of protest simply ceased to be with your lips locked like this. It hit you when you shuddered, Osomatsu was kissing you. Your friend of so many years. Your confidant, your drinking buddy, the shittiest person to ever live and yet he was always by your side when you needed him…was kissing you. Not some peck on the cheek. Nowhere near a chaste kiss. This was passionate. The way he groaned into your mouth. The grip his hands had at your back, nervous but steady all the same. “Osomatsu…” you whined against his lips. Your fingers wove into his chestnut locks, and you would not stop yourself from pressing closer into him as you initiated another kiss. Yes. It all made sense now. It was always him, wasn’t it? His breath fanned over your lips when you parted. Neither of you could open your eyes, the mutual feeling of ‘Is this real?’ plaguing your thoughts. A deep inhale sounded in front of you. Osomatsu rested his forehead to yours, “I…have loved you...for a long fucking time now,” he swallowed abruptly, thick and dry, “And I could never bring myself to say it…because I always thought you would never be with someone like me.” It was his turn to tangle fingers in hair, his palms cupping your face as though he was holding the universe. He spoke your name like it would be his dying word, “...but I love you. With everything I’ve got.” There was a crushing heaviness in your chest at his substantial words. But when he kissed you once more, the weight lifted - ripped from you with the carefree abandon that was Osomatsu Matsuno. You loved him all the same. It was clear as day to you now. He always made it so easy. 

The Ghost with the Most Pt. 2

The Ghost (Mitch) x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: It’s been almost a year since you’d fallen for Mitch, since he decided to keep you. You’d fit in with the other haunt actors perfectly, and started to work on your new face. Your first Halloween is coming up, and you can’t wait to impress him.

Warnings: Violence and Gore, Female pronouns and anatomy used, Reader kills people, Mitch loooves seeing you kill people, Suggestive towards end

You sat at the table in the back room, tapping your leg nervously as you listened for somebody, anybody to show up to the sketchy haunted house. The mask you wore was hot and stuffy, and the tule of your dress scratched your exposed thighs, making you wish your knee socks came further up. The costume was uncomfortable, but it completed the look so well.

A bang got your attention, you turned to the door and saw the other haunt actors standing in front of it, the clown in particular stepping forward. You scanned them for Mitch, but didn’t see him, which made you sad. You thought he’d want to see you before your first Halloween, considering how big of a deal it was to this group.

“Show time.” The clown grumbled, reaching forward to grab everything he needed, clipboards with wavers to attain addresses, the lockbox key to steal phones, and the ring of keys that all of the haunt actors get, clipped around his belt.

You stood nervously. Your room was last, and you knew they were testing if you were really worth keeping around. By the time people get to you, they know this haunted house is not just that, it’s actually killing them. They’re going to be on guard, and you’re in more danger than usual.

A pat on your back had you turning your head to meet the face of the Devil, a small grin on his face. “You’re going to do great, doll. Just remember to listen…”

You nodded in response to him, but internally, you wanted to say, ‘Lishen? How the hell do I listen to anything going on when I’m so far away from the rest of you?’ But you thought that might get you in trouble.

Again, with your head on a swivel, you desperately searched for Mitch. You wanted a hug, a kiss, even a damn high five from him before going. He would ease your nerves, but he was nowhere to be found. Your stomach was churning, hands trembling, and all you wanted was Mitch. But, as you walked back to your room, the haunt actors slowly began to dissipate, going into their own areas, leaving you completely alone in the hallway.

By the time you got to your room, you felt like throwing up all over the nice pink bedroom. You felt nauseous, like your heart was going to burst. You took your place inside the closet next to the bed, where a little peephole gave you a view of the room, and waited. Eyes closed, masked face leaning against the door. You tried to take deep breaths but the mask was suffocating. You had enough, and took it off. You’d put it on in time, it’s barely been five minutes.

You opened the door, walking out into the small bedroom. You sat on the bed, looking around. The compact mirror sitting there was enticing, even though you knew it was for the escape room. You tiptoed towards the mirror and slowly opened it, staring at your new face. The skin was stretched over implants that made your cheeks round and your chin come to a soft point, perfectly tattooed blush and long eyelashes, and a beauty mark on the right cheek to top it off. A beautiful porcelain doll, lately you’d become obsessed with staring at yourself, and so had Mitch. Your heart ached again thinking about Mitch…did he not want to see you? No…that’s not it, he was busy.

You set the mirror back down where it was supposed to be, grabbed your doll face mask, and walked back towards the closet you were supposed to be in to wait. The loud bang you heard from towards the entrance pulled you from your trance, making you tense slightly. People were in the haunted house now, and your test would be starting soon. This made it all more real for you, your hands started to shake a little bit and you really really wish you’d seen Mitch before you left. You chewed at the inside of your lip, walking towards the front door of the room to press your ear against the thick wood. You didn’t know how much you’d be able to hear but it was worth a try.

From what you could make out, it seemed like everything was going to plan. Silence, a bang, screaming, silence again. Ten minutes went by before you heard another noise, and this was closer. Much, much closer. You quickly scurried back into the closet, shutting the door as quietly as you could.

Your timing was perfect, as barely a minute later you heard the sound of a key in the front door. Confusion laced your features, the guests shouldn’t have a key to this door, its lock is automatic, triggered by another part of the house. You peered through the peephole, but the door wasn’t quite in your line of view. The door creaked open and you perked up at Mitch’s voice.

“This is the last room. I told you guys that you were close enough to the end that it would’ve taken longer to go back to the beginning…only problem is…I didn’t set this room up.”

He’s talking to the guests…he’s leading them out. You slowly opened the closet door, stepping out, your Mary Jane shoes making the floorboard creak. Relief settled in your stomach at the sight of your sweet partner in crime, Mitch.

Mitch nodded at you in acknowledgement, “Hey doll, uh…can you get your keys? I don’t got them for the end.”

You nodded. “Sure… i-is everything okay?”

Mitch stepped forward towards you, letting more of the guests into the room, one girl limping, holding her bleeding thigh, another man cradling a purple elbow and sucking on a busted lip.

You feigned shock, you were briefed on this situation and you wanted to help Mitch. “Oh my god…what the hell happened?” You asked, your hand covering the mouth of your mask. The guests moved away from you as you walked towards them, hands out and posture docile. “Are…are you guys actually hurt?”

“Yes we’re actually fucking hurt!” The girl yelled, making you jump at her sudden outburst. Mitch put a hand on your shoulder, a silent way to calm you down, reassure you of the plan. You nodded, grabbing your keys, fumbling with them slightly. “The uhm…the door is this way.” And then, you sighed, looking back at Mitch.

“The last key. I don’t have it…it’s part of the escape room.”

The man who wasn’t injured walked forward, quite quickly and threateningly towards you. “Well you fucking work in here, get the damn key!”

“I’m so sorry. I didn't set this room up, just assigned to stand in it.” You shrugged, holding up your key ring. “It’s a large key, and it looks different than all of these.”

Mitch stepped in front of you, a hand on your waist, pushing you behind him. “Listen man, we want to help you get out of here, but my manager sets up the house, and like I’ve told you. I can’t find him.”

You slowly turned towards the bed, where you knew the dollhouse was. Mitch spoke again, “You're going to have to solve the escape room.”

“We’ll help.” You said quickly, beginning to scour the room. You quickly turned over everything, making it look like you were genuinely searching, Mitch did the same. You turned, delighted at the fact that everyone was searching on their own, letting their guard down. Defenseless. You snuck towards the bed, crawling towards the doll house that kept the key. As quietly as you could, you opened it, top half of your body beneath the bed. The key fell into your hands as you solved the puzzle and you carefully put the dollhouse back together, holding the key in your palm as you stood tall.

“Nothing.” You said softly, looking around. You saw Mitch nod at you once, you nodded back. Without alarming the guests, you walked forward and slipped the key into Mitch’s white gloved hand, watching as he turned towards the door, the one you knew had a shotgun behind it. You took a step to your left, back against the wall so no one could sneak up on you and far enough away from the door to be safe.

The lock clicked and it was like someone had paused time. The shuffling of feet and soft conversation between the guests stopped, no sound, everyone frozen in place. Slowly, they all turned towards the door as the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel began to play. You had to think quickly. There were too many of them to take on, even with Mitch in the room.

“You found it! Uhm…there’s a…pressure plate. In front of the door. It won’t open unless you stand there while the song plays.” You said, pointing to the floorboards in front of the death trap. The guests looked at eachother, finding which one they’d send to an unintentional slaughter. As the song continued, you got nervous. They’d hear a gunshot and know you tricked them.

You emphasized your pointing, shaking your finger. “It’s not going to open. You have to be quick.”

The man who had no injuries walked towards the door. You thanked any god that might exist that he would be leaving his injured friends behind. Easier for you to get rid of.

The room was tense as the eerie, off-key song continued, slowing down until it paused. The man in front of the door squeezed his eyes shut and his friends stared in anticipation, but instead of the door opening, a loud shot rang through the room. Hot blood and viscera splattered onto your face and costume, your hands flew to your ears, blocking out the sound of the gunfire, then the sound of the body plummeting to the wood.

You stared at the man’s body. You had never stopped to think what a shotgun blast at just a few feet would do, and now you wished you would’ve turned away. Mitch seemed completely oblivious, stepping over the body to make it to the other guests. They screamed and scattered as Pop Goes the Weasel started back up, and a shotgun shell clattered against the concrete of the corridor. Before you knew what was happening, the man with the injured face was dead, face slammed against the corner of the dresser with Mitch on top of him.

The woman with the bleeding leg lunged at you, causing you both to slam into the ground. You groaned and gasped for a breath, the air was knocked from your lungs and it was then you noticed your mask had been knocked off.

“What the fuck…” she shuddered, her bleeding thighs straddling your waist. She began to hit you in the face, you could tell from the noises she made and how out of breath she was that she was putting in effort, but she was barely hitting you. She must’ve lost a lot of blood. You grabbed her wrists, pretty pale face now on display, and shoved her off of you, hearing her scream and grab her leg once more.

You reluctantly looked to Mitch, who had already begun fighting the last guest. A healthy woman, screaming and clawing at him, kicking with all her might. You knew you had it easy, so you looked around the room. Damn the Devil for deciding a kids bedroom was a good idea for an escape room, and it was at this moment you wished you’d been assigned the knife room or had been given the chainsaw.

With no sturdy weapon in sight, the door key shined on the floor, practically calling your name with its acicular point. The tune ended, a shotgun blast made you jump and let out a yelp, losing focus momentarily. But, lucky for you, it scared the girl as well. The doll mask skittered across the floor as you shoved it aside to reach the key, and when you finally grabbed it, you knew you didn’t have time to look at it. Time to look at her. You had to do it now, or you would never do it.

With a scream, you weren’t sure if it was you or her, maybe both, the sharp end of the key was shoved as far as it could go into the side of her neck. Warmth gushed over your hand and sprayed outwards onto your entire body, coating you both, which you supposed was a good sign that you’d hit an artery. With shaking hands and a stomach in knots you stumbled off of her convulsing, bleeding body, watching what remained of her blood soak into the wood and small rug. You stood there speechless, feeling nothing but hesitation. Should you regret this?

“That was…really fucking hot.” Your head slowly turned, you could feel blood drip into your eye, but you saw Mitch standing there, also covered in red, in shock. Mask still on, you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking but the way he stood there gave you a good feeling that you’d made the right decision.

His cloak dragged the viscous liquid across the floor as he walked towards you, hands coming to your face. With a gloved thumb he wiped the blood from your eye, revealing your perfectly tattooed beauty mark. “My little doll…” he said softly, hands moving down your blood stained frilly dress to your waist. “You’re perfect…you fit in so good here…”

You felt your heart swell with pride, love, happiness, you weren’t sure, but you were sure that he was the reason for all of it.

His hands kept moving, one lifting the first layer of your skirt slowly and the other moving down to toy with the corset ties on your back. “You did so good on your very first Halloween…I think a reward is in order.”

A/N: idea suggestion by the lovely @free-for-all-fics I hope you like it!!

Six-Eared Monkey (2021) 六耳猕猴

Director: Zhong Zhixing Screenwriter: Li Zherui Starring: Zhou Bohao / He Hua / Fang Lishen Genre: Drama / Fantasy / Adventure Country/Region of Production: Mainland China Language: Mandarin Chinese Date: 2021-11-14 (Mainland China) Duration: 80 Also known as: Winning Buddha 3 Type: Reimanging

Summary:

The evil demon of desire burned the tree of life, and the world fell into chaos. In order to save the common people, Sun Wukong decided to go back to the past and resurrect the Tree of Life. However, at this time, he lost the golden cudgel, his strength was erratic, and his body was weak and unstable, occasionally turning into a puddle of water. In desperation, he had to find his child self "Little Stone Monkey" to find the power of time guarded by the female demon, the Master of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Source: https://mov-20.chinesemov.com/2021/Six-eared-Monkey

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Matthew: (stares at him speechlessly) … Let’sh end thish convershation. It’sh pointlesh.

Andrew: No, hear me out! We cannot challenge fate. Believe me, I tried. You ought to be glad to have a grandfather who accepts you exactly the way you are.

Matthew: Bu’ Ah don’’ wan’ ‘o be an ol’ bachelor!

Andrew: Don’t call yourself names! You have to accept yourself the way you are. I don’t pressure you to make a good match, like Mr Fraser does. Or even my friend Brodie. Look at Jonathan – he used to be such a cheerful boy and now he’s going into lethargy. It’s all this stupid idea of Philipp’s that his sons must be married by a certain age. I’m not going to tyrannize you with concepts of the like.

Matthew: Ah’m no’ lishening ‘o thish bull* a shecon’ longer!

Andrew: Yes, go and calm down.

[*Author’s note: I looked this up – it was only combined to “bullshit” in the 20th century.]