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oflgtfol · 2 years
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one of the most obscure semi social media apps im on is pulse aka this college questionnaire app and i am CONSTANTLY fighting with people in the comments. i have such beef with individuals from schools ive never heard of and i like, never utter a word about it irl
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yandere-aventurine · 11 days
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Warnings: 18+ only, noncon, forced relationships, manipulation, gaslighting, stalking, Aventurine acting like reader owes him sex, violence/mention of a dead body, almost forgot to warn for that last one it’s really an afterthought at this point, he killed that bitch accidentally tho, okay not really it was very purposeful
holy shit this one is messed up as hell, please especially heed the warnings this time and click away if it would make you uncomfortable or makes you uncomfortable at any point while reading, it’s written in partially descriptive format but also a texting format in between?
(I know the poll isn’t over yet but this is the result that is leading right now and I couldn’t figure out how to do a shorter time for a poll so… I decided to do both this and the Cheshire Cat one, so if you voted for Cheshire Cat please don’t be disappointed! I might use the other ideas at some point too, but thank you so much if you voted, I love any kind of (polite) feedback on my writing or people showing interest in my writing and ideas. It really means a lot to me and I appreciate every single comment, like, and reblog. Thank you all so so much
Anyway, here’s the story and uh… good luck with this Aventurine. I think he’s the most bastard one yet…)
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Never respond to text messages from people you don’t know. It should be a well known fact, right? If you get a strange text message: ignore it, delete it, and move on. Unfortunately, the person who texted you from that unknown number was fully prepared for such a scenario.
It started with a simple message.
?: Hiii ♡ Is this [Name]~?
And, of course, you didn’t respond. To the first message, anyway.
?: You looked so cute walking home today~ ♡
You stare in horror at the screen at the implication that the person sending these messages was watching you. But still, you don’t reply.
?: You seem to be close friends with ▇▇▇▇ . It would be such a shame if they were to suddenly go missing one day, wouldn’t it~?
You quickly snatch up your phone off the counter, typing a reply before you can think to stop yourself.
You: Who are you? What do you want?
?: Oh, look! Your profile picture is sooooo cute~ Is that your favorite character~? You: Stop messing around. Why are you threatening my friends? ?: Wellll, I had to get you to reply somehow, didn’t I~? ?: Anyway, listen carefully. This is how things are going to work between us from now on if things are to remain amicable. You will respond to all of my messages as soon as you possibly can. You will send me pictures of you when asked. You will not enter into a relationship with anyone. You and I are officially together now. You won’t tell anyone about this.
?: I really don’t want to force my hand here to enforce these rules, but if you push me… You: What the hell? You fucking pervert, fuck off.
You typed the reply in anger and embarrassment, not really thinking of any potential consequences of angering someone like this.
?: Ouch ?: Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you
The next day your friend’s body was found. The same friend mentioned in the text messages. You wanted to tell someone, anyone, about what was going on. But quickly received another warning message from your stalker.
?: Hii, cutie~ How are you todayy~?  You: Why? Why did you do that to them? ?: Hey, I warned you didn’t I? ?: I hope you didn’t get any ideas about telling the authorities? Trust me, they won’t take you seriously about this anyway. They never do. They’d just brush it off as a coincidence. You’d be an inconvenience and get in the way of the real problems they have to handle ?: Now. If you’d like to keep any of your friends, I implore you to listen to my demands. I’m really not asking for much, am I?
You want so badly to bite back again, to tell him to stop messaging you and go away. But you think about your other friends and quickly decide against it, typing out a submissive response.
You: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to anger you. ?: Aww, now that wasn’t so hard was it~? Now how about you send me a picture of your pretty face. You know, to really make this official.
You take the shittiest picture of yourself you possibly can and send it without a second thought. This person knew you and all your information already anyway, and seemed to be watching you when you walk home. The last thing you wanted to do was risk angering him further by denying his request, but that didn’t mean that you had to put in any actual effort for him to get his rocks off either.
?: Awe, were you crying? I’m sorry, maybe I went too far. Wish I could hold you rn…
You feel sick as you read the message. “Maybe I went too far.” The words keep echoing in your head, over and over. Your friend was too young. They had hopes and dreams, and their life was ripped away from them all because you rejected a creep? How is that fair?
?: But you know, I really didn’t like the way they looked at you… They were always talking and laughing with you… I couldn’t have them getting any closer than they already were ?: Also I’ll need to teach you how to take better pictures, you’re beautiful, don’t get me wrong. This one is just… lacking, you know? Not very flattering. Bad lighting, blurry from movement, all things that make a bad picture You: You’re seriously complaining about the quality of my picture? ?: Ahahaha! You’re really easy to provoke, you know?
You bite your lip, trying to fight back another round of tears.
?: Hey, hey, don’t cry sweetheart… It’s alright, I promise I’m not a bad person! Besides, I’m quite attractive, this isn’t really even that bad for you. You’re lucky~ You: Can you send a picture of yourself to me then? ?: Nooope, no can do, you’d just send it to the authorities wouldn’t you
Damn. He’s too smart. Well, there goes that idea.
?: You’ll just have to wait until we meet each other in person~ ^^ ?: I could send you a picture of my dick though You: No thanks! ?: Ahahaha, like I said, really easy to provoke
You decide to go to bed, so you hesitantly send an awkward goodnight message to this terrifying stranger. It isn’t until you’re completely settled under your blankets that you realize the implication of what he said. He knew you were starting to cry again… He was watching you in your own home, wasn’t he? A chill runs down your spine at the thought, and you bury your face in your own pillow, hugging it closer and crying yourself to sleep.
A week goes by, of him making you text him like this every day. Thankfully he hasn’t been pushy yet and made you do more than you were comfortable with. You were so scared he’d ask for naughty pictures of you, but instead, he only asked for a few pictures of your face now and then, and made you talk to him. He even vented to you about certain things, despite you not really understanding most of it.
You began to dread the sound of your phone going off.
?: Good morning~! 
You groan internally, wondering if you can get away with not replying to him and pretending you’re still asleep. Any break from his suffocating nature is welcome.
?: Hey, I know you’re awake. Pls reply, I’m lonely
For someone who was obviously deranged, he was certainly incredibly needy.
You: I didn’t even have breakfast yet ?: Really? I could send you something You: Please do not
You decide not to add “It would probably be poisoned” to the end of that. If there was anything you came to learn about your stalker, it was that he did not react well when he was angered. And you both knew that he would never send you poisoned food, you were too important to him.
You also learned that he likes to send you gifts. He’s asked multiple times if you have a wishlist and to send it to him, but you don’t want to willingly engage with someone who killed your friend. You don't want anything from him, or to be indebted to him in any way. You quickly realize he must be someone very powerful and loaded with credits for him to be able to do all of this.
?: Aw, did you really have to tear up the teddy bear :’(  You: I was looking for more cameras ?: But but, he loved you 🥺 You: I found 5 of them on him ?: Mm, nicely played ig ?: Anyway, listen. I think it’s time we take our relationship to the next level You: Please no… ?: Don’t be so scared! I just want to hear your voice, sweetie~
And that was when you hear your phone start to ring and the flash of an incoming call on the screen. You don’t pick up the first time, too stunned with fear to do much of anything.
?: Answer ?: Answer, honey ?: Hey, don’t ignore me…
It’s on the fourth ring that you finally pick up. You don’t know what you’re expecting, but it’s certainly not the eldritch abomination of a voice that comes booming out of your phone. You squeak so loudly and drop your own phone in your surprise. You quickly pick it back up and put it on speaker phone, to make this whole thing less traumatizing for you.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” He states casually, “It’s just a voice changer.”
“I figured that out two seconds after I almost died.” You state bitterly, really fed up with his bullshit at this point.
“Ahahaha, that squeak of yours was really cute though!” He admits, and you just know the sound of the distorted laughter will haunt your dreams forever.
“So how come you get a voice changer and I don’t?” “I can’t have you knowing my identity yet.” Well, it makes sense. Why would he take all these stupid precautions just to reveal himself to you now? It wouldn’t make any sense at all.
“But I needed to hear you.” He sighs, and you can tell he’s leaning back in his chair. “So badly. It’s so hard not to tell you all the things I want to say to you right now. All the things I want to do to you. But patience is a virtue. In time, I know you’ll learn to accept me.” He laughs softly, filling your ears with that same unsettling laughter. You wonder what it sounds like without the voice changer, because surely his actual laugh couldn’t be this terrifying. Though with the way he’s been acting with you, it’s certainly strangely fitting. "And then, we can be together~"
You sigh in defeat, “So what did you want to talk about that couldn't be said over text?” “Hmm..." He seems to contemplate for a moment, "Can you sing to me~? Any song will do, I just want to hear you...” And you don’t want to indulge him, you really don’t. But you remember what’s at stake, and find yourself singing your favorite song for him.
He seems awestruck by the end of it. “That was beautiful.” He laughs in disbelief, “I could almost believe you’re a real angel.” “If I’m an angel does that make you Satan?” “Ahahaha, maybe… Anyway, thanks for calling with me. We’ll do this again tomorrow, okay? Same time.”
?: Hey ?: Did you contact the IPC to find out information on me You: I did :) ?: Oh, is that so? ^^ You: And I met someone very nice who’s going to help me stop you ?: What’s his name You: Aventurine
He can’t hold back his laughter at how cute and gullible you are, really, this was far too cute. Well, at least now he can say that he met you in the flesh. He doesn’t have to rely on the blurry images from his cameras anymore, or your subpar photo taking skills. 
“Well~? Did you warn that nasty stalker about me~?” Aventurine says, as if he’s waiting for the next challenge to take on. You trusted him more than you’d like to admit. He already found a lot of information on your stalker, he even offered for you to stay with him so you could be safe. 
And it didn’t take long for feelings to develop between the two of you. You proudly call him your sweet boyfriend and your relationship is very loving. He treats you like royalty, not the blatant disrespect you experienced from creeps like the man who was pestering you.
With Aventurine around, your stalker was messaging you less and less every day. You weren’t sure if having a boyfriend was a deterrent, or if he just lost interest in you, but one day the messages stopped altogether.
It wasn’t until one day that you decided to send a message in the middle of the night that you discover who your stalker truly is.
You: I hope you’ve moved on by now creep
And that’s when you see the phone on Aventurine’s nightstand light up, and your blood runs cold. Aventurine, who is sound asleep with his arms wrapped so tightly around you… No, it couldn’t be possible. You couldn’t believe it.
His phone going off this late was extremely strange, as he usually had it on something like a ‘do not disturb’ mode so he could focus on you after work and not get woken up by work messages. So this was a personal message he was receiving, one that wouldn't be picked up by the filter for his work messages.
You try to wriggle out of his grasp just enough to take a peek at the message on his phone, and your veins turn to ice as you see your own words reflected on the display.
Then you feel his arms shoot out and grab you, snatching you back towards him and away from the phone all at once.
“Were you trying to check my phone? Ahahaha… Curiosity killed the cat, I suppose…” He buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you so tightly, like he's afraid you're going to disappear right from under him. He sighs in contentment, his tongue dragging along your skin, leaving a strange wet sensation behind.
“Why…” You can barely choke out the word before you’re crying, bawling hysterically and clawing to get away from him. “Well, I suppose there’s no use in hiding it anymore then.” He flips you over so you’re laying underneath him, and he pauses for a moment. Seeing you laying out like this below him is such a breathtaking sight for Aventurine. You truly looked so beautiful in every way, he couldn't believe his eyes.
All of the gentle warmth you normally feel from him is gone as he holds down your thrashing body, pressing himself against you in order to hold you down, high on the adrenaline of you fighting back.
“You know, you’ve always been too curious for your own good.” Why the hell is he the one scolding you right now? You scoff at his words, and you realize that it’s not your ‘boyfriend’ who is above you, but a monster in human disguise.
“You’re horrible!” You shout at him as loud as you can, “I trusted you!”
He has pure obsession in his eyes as he looks down at you, a crazed smirk twisting the features of who you once thought was your loving boyfriend into something so utterly despicable and so unlike the Aventurine you had come to know.
If only you had realized sooner that this was him showing his true colors, that this was who he really was. The stalker was his true personality, and the 'loving boyfriend' was the fabrication.
You smack him across the face and he moans softly at the impact, clutching his cheek for a moment. Then he grabs you by the shoulders, and looks deep into your eyes, your fearful ones gazing into his which are sparkling with delight. He was ecstatic you were putting up a fight against him right now. It was like he was waiting for this moment all along. To him, it was the same feeling he gets from a high stakes gamble. When he puts everything on the line in order to win.
And oh, you better believe it, he was going to win in this situation as well.
You try to squirm out from under him and he forces you down again, shoving his knee between your legs and pressing his body further into yours, his arms on both sides of you. You’re both panting before long, and he takes this opportunity to dive in for a kiss.
You never felt more violated in your life, than when his tongue slips into your mouth and explores every inch and crevice, his tongue tangling with yours and battling for dominance. It doesn’t matter that it’s purely one sided to him and that you’re not kissing him back, he’s getting what he wants either way.
He pulls away from the kiss, and for the first time, you hear him speak spitefully towards you out loud, “If you weren’t trying to keep yourself from me, this never would have happened…” He laughs as you continue trying to struggle and squirm away, afraid of what he’s going to do to you.
“And even after we started dating, you refused to have sex with me.” For as intimidating as he’s trying to sound, it sure is coming across like pouting right now. It takes a little bit of the scariness out of the situation. That is, until you feel his hands moving, lower and lower. He drags your clothes off sensually, stripping you with little effort even though you’re struggling the entire time.
He leans down next to your ear and whispers seductively, chuckling softly against it, and it would almost be more fitting if he had the voice changer distorting his laugh right now.
“You should know by now that I always get what I want in the end~” He practically purrs, pulling you as close as possible as his hands start roaming all over your body. He kisses your neck, and you would normally melt under his touch like this, but right now all you could think of was how utterly repulsed you were by him.
"Ahh... I really hit the jackpot this time..." He breathes out, staring at your body bare beneath him. "I think you're the greatest prize I've ever won. And, you know... I wanted to say this for a long time now, but I wanted to wait for the perfect moment..." He trails off momentarily, before continuing with an arrogant grin, "I love you~"
"And it's only fitting that I do everything I can to show you that love, isn't that right~?"
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joaofelix70 · 7 months
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69 WITH JOÃO FÉLIX | a concept.
author's note: first of all, thank you for reading this and my first story that was boycotted by his ex's fans, lmao (i know joão's flopping here, actually) 💀
many people are not writing for him anymore and that's why i'm doing justice to him, so you're welcome, lol. please, tell me what you think about this work, polite feedbacks are VERY appreciated. i get inspired in the morning and wrote it kinda quickly. really random, but i need to say how obsessed i am with joão being religious, like this gif shows. the way he's crossing himself, kissing his hand and pointing to the sky 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️
I'M CRYING, SOBBING ON MY KNEES AND BEGGING HIM TO HAVE A RELIGIOUS FAMILY WITH ME. also, my requests are open. i'm waiting for you to talk to me there <3
warnings: self-explanatory sex position. +18 content. smut, nsfw without context. plus, he's also fingering you here (our dream 😭).
words: 461.
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"holy shit, what a good pussy. i missed it, princesa (princess). i missed you!" his fingerprints wrap in your midst of the hot, overflowing fountain: causing an insatiable thirst, to which no other substance would be able to succumb.
"i always need you so badly, gatinho (handsome). i fucking belong to you!" your whimpers exude despair in the name of pleasure, making joão laugh and his ego to inflate.
"of course you do! all this shit, all this is only mine. fuck, i'm such a lucky guy." your walls tighten and compress his beautiful bones, sending sinful sensations to his area of hardness and dampness. then, you're empty. his tongue curls around his fingers, appetizing you.
"so fucking delicious!" wet kisses are deposited on your neck and boobs: delighting his face on each, vehemently sucking and biting them.
"use my body to show it, joão. i'm yours!" your hands involve around the structure of his cock, lips swallowing the resplendent pre-cum from the head and witnessing it run down your chin. stroking and tasting the testicles, you lift your mouth and enter every inch of it into your throat, scratching his toned tights. your hair is pulled by félix and your head guided to have him deeper, completely.
"yeah! just like that! be the good and grateful girl that you are. i'm so proud of you, princesa." joão's destabilized, moaning in portuguese, echoing your name with his beautiful accent, while eyes are closed. however, he doesn't stop. his saliva spread throughout the shape of your torso, hickeys pigmenting the place below where you're most begging to be touched. his mouth explores your intimacy, painting formats and drawings, like you're his work of art: his nose rubbing your clit and offering continual instigations, the tip of his tongue persistently granting the beg leave in the entrance. so he persists, controlling your greedy movements against his face: firm pressure on your waist.
"let me know when you're close, ok? wanna take care of you!" félix grabs your ass, flattening and reddening your skin. tears are shed over your flushed face, your voice weakened after so many verbal liberations. you hold his dilating dick and slap it on your cheek, teasing it through licks and your light, sensitive touch.
"tell me how much you love me, gatinho. i deserve this for being your good girl who is about to cum on your face." you testify his acts getting intensified: ecstasy, along with sexual spasms, protruding from joão. his head goes back and, at this point, he's worshiping you. you're his religion.
"i fucking love you, y/n. gonna cum in your precious mouth and throat!"
"that's my man who i fucking love! please, come for me and i'll do the same for you!"
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rexc0re · 9 months
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They’ll always have each other.
A Serenity Fic
A/N: Haiiiii this is the first fic of Serenity :3 You might have already read this on twitter but I write everything on here and the format is better, I just post there cause it always flops here lol (im so sad), BUT!!! It is here now and eventually there will be a master list for this Au <3 Feel free to send asks with questions or comments Abt the au!!! ENJOY!
Warnings: Blood, Injury, Panic attacks, Angst
Fight back.
I can’t.
They need you.
I’m so tired.
Get up.
He’s alive.
Alive, and awake. On the cold hard floor of the mall. The last thing Sneeg remembered was being thrown to the ground and brutally attacked by that wire monster. Now, here he was. Alive. With a barely recognizable mangled leg but, alive.
Get up. He needed to get up. He needed to find his friends. He needed to make sure they were alright. It took forever but, he eventually got up. Shaky legs, blood pooling, but he was up. God it was so painful to stand. But he had to. He needed to go back. He said he would. He promised.
Sneeg limped through the mall. Past the empty stores. Past every exit he saw even with everything in his body telling him to leave he stayed. He had people to stay for. People he needed to fight to get back and get out with him.
He walked past yet another empty store until he heard it. The cries of agony. The sobs of pain. Charlie’s sobs.
“Fuck…oh god it hurts…This fucking sucks….”
“Charlie? Charlie holy shit it’s you you’re alive!”
“Sneeg?? Is it really you? Oh my god it’s you you’re here you’re here oh my god.”
Sneeg stumbled into the room to find Charlie on the ground, his stomach covered in blood. He was badly injured. But he was alive. Sobbing his eyes out at the sight of Sneeg. But alive. Just ike Sneeg. They were alive. And they had each other.
The hug they shared was gentle yet they held such a strong grip on each other. Charlie couldn’t stop crying, neither could Sneeg. It seemed that everything had been taken from them and they were left to rot away in a mall where no one would find them. Yet, here they are. Alive and with each other. Despite everything, they had each other.
The box closed.
I’m bleeding out.
I’m bleeding out.
It’s almost over.
Ranboo was in so much pain he could only think about the sweet ending he was soon to receive. It needed to be over. The ache in his hands, the pounding of his head, and the blood. It was icy cold against the skin which held his spasming muscles. They’ve never felt such discomfort.
The darkness was calling his name. Until the light started to drag them back.
They’d been stumbling around the mall for what seemed like hours. So many empty rooms, so many endless halls. No Ranboo. Until the red light drew them in. The unforgiving red stained the walls like blood as it shined out of the room from where it was sourced.
Sneeg and Charlie knew something was wrong. To their dismay, they were right. Upon the back wall of that room was..Ranboo. He was tied to the wall his hands secured with wires that dug into their skin. A box, around their head. Blood, pouring down their chest.
Charlie immediately panics and bursts into tears and limps his way towards Ranboo. “Fuck no nonono sneeg HELP ME SNEEG please god no we have to get it open.” Sneeg stands in shock. Charlie keeps rambling in panic before he turns to Sneeg, his face covered in tears. Through his own tears Sneeg steps forward and attempts to open the box as Charlie frees Ranboos hands.
With a few painful tugs and a slew of curses, Sneeg gets the box open.
The ringing won’t stop. There’s light? He’s pretty sure it’s light. Are their eyes open? He can’t tell for some reason. Oh no. He’s falling. Someone’s holding onto them. The ringing still hasn’t stopped. He’s pretty sure his eyes are open but he can’t see. Why can’t they see??
Nononono who’s holding onto them. Who’s touching their hands, their face. He needs to get away. They’re going to hurt him. Ranboo begins to fight back. Kicking, hitting, flailing as hard as he can. Every little movement burns. Everything hurts the bloods still flowing the ringing won’t stop. He. Can’t. See. But the tears and need to leave overpower.
“PLEASE NO LET ME GO PLEASE NONONO DONT TOUCH ME”
The hands hold him down. Someone has their arms around his chest and arms hugging him close to their chest. Another has their hands holding down their legs. He’s held still now but still sobbing and begging to be let go. He can’t be put back into these shows he needs to leave. They’re so weak now, their cries coming out quieter.
“Let me go…please. I promise I won’t tell anyone, please let me go.”
The one holding his arms speaks. He recognizes their voice finally as it registers over the prominent ringing in his ear.
“It’s me Ran, it’s Charlie! I got you, I’ve got you. It’s me and Sneeg I promise we’re not gonna hurt you I know ur scared but it’s us kid it’s okay it’s okay i promise.”
Ranboo hiccups, and gently moves his arms underneath Charlie’s to grab at his hand. Their other arm, trembling, reaches for Sneegs. They both let him hold their hands. Ranboo shifts to lay against Charlie listening to his heart beat and feeling Sneegs through his wrist.
“We’ve got you bud. I told you I’d come back. You’re safe. Relax”
Ranboo still felt so much pain. As he laid in Charlie’s arms. Even when they got in that car and he leaned against Sneeg. The pain was still there, along with the ringing and his lack of vision. But there was also something new. Something they hadn’t felt in a while.
Calm and Peace.
His life had been hell the past three days and the three of them had been through so much. They’d lost everything they had. That mall had stripped them down of everything that made them, them and left them with practically nothing.
But it did leave them with one thing; Eachother. They always had eachother. Throughout it all. And it was then that Ranboo realized something new in the back of that beat up old car.
He was always going to have his brothers. Charlie and Sneeg. They were always going to have each other. And with that they were always going to be safe. They brought each other safety, love, and one very important thing.
Serenity.
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birchbow · 6 months
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Your character designs are always so dang cool!!! Are the captain positions on other ships in the holy fleet challenged for like the position of GHB in a duel to the death, or are they appointed? (Some combination thereof?) The Orisoner looks so friendly, but I bet he’s brained somebody with that whimsical staff! I love that in the group shot Kurloz’s frame is almost a 2x scaled up version of Sister Waspclaw - his Gigantic Lankiness is just so fun. (Also LMAO at Kurloz being too prudish to claim his right to show tits! Honestly any time he mentions modesty standards being different a couple centuries ago it cracks me right up 😂)
Aw, thank you! :D Waspclaw is real small for a highblood, especially a relatively old and powerful one--smaller than pretty much all her pupated students, and a few of the pre-pupation ones! So next to Kurloz "Big Motherfucker" Makara, she's absolutely tiny. But does still manage to have more boobs than he does. Tragic.
RE: succession, it varies! It's pretty much always going to include some amount of combat--some of the variety where the loser is allowed to slink away and lick their wounds, and some where they definitely don't. Let's see. On a scale from most to least "Challenge To The Death"...
Definitely the Behemoth. It follows the same rules as the Grand Highblood challenge--if two trolls who want to be in charge walk into what passes for a captain's court on the Freakshow, only one is going to come out. Yozuna's not fast, and most trolls who ARE fast aren't nearly strong enough to make a dent in it even if they hit it--but the fact that Kurloz is big enough to really hit it hard and also came up specializing in speed and evasion is probably a real big part of the reason it hasn't made any attempt to challenge him for the throne, honestly.
Waspclaw. She's very lax with gutsy newbies getting fresh with each other and their superiors, thus the Joker's reputation for letting people get away with stuff, but stepping to her directly is SUPER dangerous. Make your gamble if you know you can get away with it!! But always know you aren't going to get away with it with her. :o) Plus, much like the Uderaks and Untoxxic, she works in poisons and venoms, and also she's heavily min-maxed into speed, so by the time you realize your challenge fight has officially been accepted, she's gone "well, they made their choice!" and you've been stung with something fatal.
The Abattoir. He isn't fucking around, although she also strikes me as very businesslike about it, and not inclined to be vindictive about the act of the challenge itself. I think the format is a little less "immediate fight to the death" and a little more "courtly duel" in keeping with both of his knightly sort of vibes. The exception being if you manage to draw blood on either of him, in which case shit flips very much into death-match mode. Also like. Hard-mode. You do have to challenge for both ships at once, and you will be fighting both of her. So like, considering authority over Elixir and Stardust features a lot of interfacing with the nonbelievers and doing Finance and shit, not a lot of people are jumping at THAT daunting prospect lol.
The Judgment. She wants to hear your argument for why the fuck you think you have what it takes to perform the physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually-taxing work of disciplining the wayward sinner-criminals of the church, and she's not getting any younger, here! If she feels like she's won her argument and the battle and you're inclined to back down in shame, she's not going to continue to press the point, but she will definitely openly think less of you for making a stupid and badly thought out attempt on her authority. She's as close as the church fleet gets to having a legislacerator taskforce, and she's just as stern and hard-assed as the Cruelest Bar, but also a large part of the Penitent's function is for flagellation and rehabilitation (???) of potentially-redeemable highbloods who've fucked up in ways that the church considers forgivable enough to give them a shot. She's down to clown (fatal) but also she's not an executioner necessarily.
Brother Libation. I drew inspiration from Il Dottore from the commedia del'arte, Bacchus, and the whole concept of drunken fist characters as an archetype, so if he's challenged he's got like... a 33% chance of just offering some kind of whimsical puzzle challenge that nobody ever manages to solve to his satisfaction, a 33% chance of just verbally convincing them to chill the fuck out by being a Cool Hang, and a 33% chance of bonking them heartily to the brink of death with his big spiky gourd.
The Orisoner wins for least deathmatchy. You can try to challenge, but you'll just get invited to come chill and vibe and just like. Really get into why you think your leadership will be hilarious and honoring to the messiahs, and what you think about art, and why you feel like you need captaincy to make the changes you want to see in the church and empire. If anybody attempts to escalate to violence, they'll mostly be met with a vaguely disappointed, surprisingly benevolent no-weapon-open-palms kind of rebuff, and if things continue to get more aggressive from there, the big spiky walloping staff will come out and be employed with startling effectiveness and skill lmao. But! If there were ever going to be highbloods inclined to take debate of best leadership policy over violence, it's the ones who decide they want to be theologians professionally. (Debate of best religious interpretation is a whole other ballgame, and gets aggressive here more than any other ship on the fleet lol). Orisoner in general though, would be one of the safer trolls you could be around as like, a human or a lowblood, if you had to pick a ship.
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pianostarinwonderland · 10 months
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fuck
i need to stop reading fanfics, i'm going to go insane at this rate.
anyway my knees are going weak at Ineffable Bloom by yomogi_mogi_mochi (I'm just gonna call them yomogi) cause like FUCK ok first of all, if you are interested in reading my ramble and then the fic, there's talks of like, hanahaki, emotional abuse, so careful about that.
next, i will say this fic has a lot left to be desired in terms of the technical side of writing (a few grammatical errors, for example (they misspelled Mostro but not even like Monstro, it gets farther from that to the point it's kinda funny)). but like. that ain't important because THIS FIC HAS SO MANY GOOD POINTS
I absolutely love how they depict MC as a childhood friend to the Octa trio and not only that but how they affect the Octa trio. They are notably much softer than their canon selves, but in a way that makes sense and it's not just serving to the readers?? A lot of fics that play around with the childhood friend trope tend to write them like their canon selves, like the presence of another friend didn't change them. It's not inherently a bad thing but often the MC is written to be kinder and such, so Octa being the same as the canon doesn't super match up ?? Like the MC's presence didn't matter. and on the other side of that, they're sooo soft that they start detaching from their personalities so then you don't see Jade, Floyd, and Azul, you just see three mushy guys that look and dress exactly like them.
but here, it's like yeah. this MC is defs on the kind and sensitive side. and you can see that their kindness changes the trio. yeAH tweels would be nicer and not just threatening. yES Azul wouldn't be just drafting up contracts and such to lure people into deals. They're more than their meanness, and especially you see this with Azul, who's being so accommodating and kind to MC. but like, the core part about each individual, the things that they learned, the things that make them unique and themselves, it's still retained. Floyd and Jade are still teasing and mean. Azul is still hardworking, and he definitely still does contracts.
in terms of childhood friend MC Octa fics, this one is really good.
ANOTHER POG THING ABOUT THIS FIC is that it really took an interesting take on hanahaki. like. like man. MAN. MC got flowers on their lungs because of a love for their mother that was not reciprocated?????? bro, yomogi could have taken the flower disease to the romance direction (like Azul initially didn't like them back) but holy shit, they went with FAMILY. and that's so SO SEXY???/ LIKE I NEVER CONSIDERED THAT AND THAT'S HONESTLY SOOOOO BIG BRAINED i . i love it. yeah :) also love that they actually did surgery for it and that they showed said EFFECTS of it, both physical and mental.
there were also moments that really broke me man. like. for example.
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:-) cue intense sobs in the distance
no no because. fuck. you KNOW their throat is so badly damaged from all the surgeries and the flowers that grew in their lungs, you KNOW that as a result, they can't speak. and yet they'd almost speak just to say Azul's name. it's just. it's so. like. almost forgetting your disabilities or wounds cause you saw someone you love. like. what the fuck. actually, what the fuck.
then also this moment
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I THINK ANY DISABLED PERSON WOULD BE INCREDIBLY TOUCHED THAT SOMEONE WOULD ACCOMMODATE TO THEM !!!
deadass read that and nearly choked like what the fuck. i'm not even mute or anything but like FUCK. and you Know Azul damn well studied the language just for MC!!!!!
and then we have this paragraph
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new paragraph to make me feel oguhoghuhuouosdhosguohg
if i can sum up yomogi's writing in one paragraph, it's that paragraph. it's very poetic and freeflowing, it's very beautiful, it's soooo oughhhhhhhhh like, i'm kinda particular about the grammar, spelling esp, and spacing format in fics and this fic kinda hit my peeves for some of them admittedly but the writing makes me forgive it. cause it's that pretty like ohsguohdogdg the metaphors used it's soooooo good
man idk I just love the way they describe that giddiness and the sharp memory that you have for someone you love like DAMN DAMN THAT'S SO PERFECT, and i just love especially "the way his mole stretches across his chin, the world in his eyes" like. like GODDDDDDDDDD IT'S SO FUCKING PERFECT IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN WHY IT'S PERFEFCT IT JUST IS IT REALLY JUST. IS. PERFECT...
AND THEN WE HAVE THESE TWO
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i'm gonna get diabetes at this rate MAN WHAT TEH FUCK
THE WAY THEY MIRROR EACH OTHER.........
"Spoil them, I don't care."
"Stain them, I don't care."
and it's in response to each other's tears.
lord i'm not your strongest soldier
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I WILL EXPERIENCE YOUR CATEGORY 7 AUTISM EVENT (also what is he from)
SIGHS. ALRIGHT FINE CATEGORY 7/8 AUTISM EVENT INCOMING. Sorry to everyone in advance. Spoilers for the illuminae files under the cut
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So. Long story short AIDAN right. Obscure blorbo for the past 4 yrs !!!!!!! He is an AI made to defend a spaceship battle carrier (the spaceship in question being the Alexander 78-V !!) This spaceship isss uhm part of the UTA which is essentially the government/military SSSOOO that means war crimes are about ti happen but i need to preface this with a very very Very Important fact that people seem to forget a LOT!
HE IS A DEFENSE AI !!! it's literally in his name !! It's an acronym that stands for Artificla Intelligence Defense Analytics Network !!!
He acts quite differently from the system standard (how he behaved before getting essentially lobotomised is explored in the prequel of illuminae called memento it's a really great read), the biggest differentiator being that he uses personal pronouns (I, me, myself) to refer to himself. This was apparently so concerning the head of the tech team on the Alexander tried to get the commander of the ship (General torrence) to shut him down so essentially his whole personality and conscious thought is a system error of immense magnitude!!! Later on when shit has already hit the space fan as I love to quote a post on this site somewhere one of the protagonists of the series challenges his belief of not being afraid of death because he can be remade, but that'd be only his core code, it wouldn't be what he's become. It wouldn't be what he's seen and felt and this actually stuns him so badly that he CRASHES. LET ME REITERATE. A military ai with the brain the size of a city CRASHESand I will never forget the impact of seeing the quote "I am afraid." After. Like holy shit hthis guys afraid of death?!,! AND THIS IS ONLY THE START OF HIS DEVELOPMENT.
IN AN AMAAAZINF feat of foreshadowing previously mentioned protagonist finds herself in theserver core and that's the first time (explicitly stated by him) that he's hated what he is. Do you wanna know WHY.
She was MOURNING HER FRJEND who she just witnessed DIE And AIDAN COULDNT COMFORT HER BY GIVING HER A HUG. yes i think about t this scene way more than i should!!!!
The bond he develops with this protagonist tears me apart because she's eventually forced to deactivate him and f. Even though she's killing him inn a way he still asks for her to keep talking to him and AHWFSHFGSN.not to mention he's actually only really as gentle as he is with her !!!!!! He pretends to flush another guy out an AIRLOCK AS A JOKE JUST FOR COMPARISON (best scene in all of the books don't @ me)
THERES SO MUCH MORE BUT THE LAST THING ILL MENTION is that these books are formatted pretty uniquely in the form of transcripts, wikipedia pages etc and he gets his own special kind of pages and tbeyre white on black and that sets him apart so nicely and the formatting and everything changes along with him and ahghwgwh it's such a great way to showwhat's happening to him and changing and HOW and its so amazing and so good please read the illuminae files for him. I beg.
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vro0m · 2 years
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vro0m’s rewatch - 117/304
2013 Canadian GP
It's round 7 and I don't have a full broadcast again (but I still have gifs).
Seb is on pole in front of Lewis. Then OH! it's Bottas in 3rd! Way to go! Rosberg is 4th, Webber 5th, Alonso 6th, JEV 7th, Sutil 8th, Hulkenberg 9th and Raikkonen is 10th. Grosjean is last with a 10-place grid penalty he earned for his crash in Monaco. It was a wet qualifying so they all get to choose their tyres today. Everyone seems to be on the supersofts. 
Formation lap 
And they're racing! 
Good start for Seb and Lewis, Rosberg overtakes Bottas and Webber puts him under pressure into turn 2. He's ahead. Now it's Alonso looking to overtake Bottas for P5, but he's defending well, not enough though. Oooh a few laps in, Sutil and Maldonado make contact and Sutil spins. It could have ended badly, several cars could have collided with him there. Raikkonen is complaining about issues that could be the same issues he had in China, according to Ted. It's lap 10, 60 to go. 
There's some racing in the midfield but at the front it's still Seb, already over 5 seconds ahead of Lewis, himself 4.5 second ahead of Rosberg. Then Webber and Alonso are not far behind. Seb just brushed against a wall. Ricciardo, Raikkonen and Massa are fighting closely over P8. Now Alonso is closing on Webber, who pits on lap 14, which is early. Perez pits as well, he had issues with degradation. Rosberg follows on lap 15. He's out in P4 in front of Webber. Bottas also comes in. Sutil and Maldonado are under investigation for the earlier collision. Lewis is pushing. It's critical. He's doing well. Maldonado gets a drive-through penalty. Webber is only half a second behind Rosberg. Seb pits from the lead on lap 16. Alonso follows in. Rosberg is having overheating issues. Oh my. Seb gained 1.2 seconds over Lewis in the last lap. It's surprising that they decided to keep him out for so long. But here he comes. He comes back out on mediums, ahead of Nico, in P2. The strategy actually worked pretty well. We're on lap 20.
We're back on pre-pit stops order : Seb, Lewis, Rosberg, Webber, Alonso. Raikkonen gets a terrible pit stop. It's a catastrophic race for him. A few laps later, the gaps between Rosberg, Webber and Alonso are shrinking. 
On lap 30, the fight for P3 is starting. Lewis is 8 seconds ahead of them, and Seb an additional 17 seconds away. Rosberg locks up twice. Webber overtakes him. Alonso overtakes him. It's clean racing. Lewis is now 10 seconds clear. Rosberg pits. Webber sets the fastest lap. Holy shit. Mercedes tells Rosberg he has to go to the end on these tyres?! That would be 39 laps! That's insane! Seb, who's leading the WDC, just lapped Raikkonen, who's second in the standings. Lewis says he has DRS issues. Seb lost a bit of time in the traffic but he's still waaaay ahead. Webber lost time because he's made contact with a backmarker. Or more accurately a backmarker has made contact with him. He has front wing damage now, so Alonso is pushing. The offender, Van der Garde, is under investigation for ignoring blue flags. 
We're on lap 40, and instead of being impaired by the front wing damage, Webber's pace is better than before. Van Der Garde gets a 10 second stop and go penalty, which seems severe. Lewis picks up the pace in response to Webber but he's still over 7 seconds ahead. Alonso is attacking. And he overtakes Webber. I'm getting bored. Webber pits. They don't change his front wing. For some reason Van Der Garde's front wing is now under his own car, though? Yellow flags. Alonso pits. Van der Garde stops his car in a safe area, he's out. It was caused by very light contact with Hulkenberg. Hulkenberg gets a puncture + possible suspension failure and he's also out. Lewis pits. Seb pits from the lead. It's lap 50, 20 to go. 
Listen. The best lapped car is in P8. How insane is that?! What kind of pace do these leaders have, damn. Rosberg locks up veeery badly. Let's see. So Seb obviously still in the lead, now 18.4 seconds ahead of Lewis, himself 6 seconds ahead of Alonso, himself 3 seconds ahead of Webber, who is actually gaining on him. And Lewis is gaining on Seb? But it's now Alonso who sets the fastest lap. Oh damn. He's less than 2 seconds behind Lewis all of a sudden. That explains why Lewis is picking up the pace. Alonso gets the DRS from a backmarker and gets himself even closer to Lewis. 1.2 seconds. There's traffic. Bono tells Lewis about traction metrics and temperature and Lewis answers "please, just let me drive, man!" Alonso sets the fastest lap again. Rosberg pits, unsurprisingly, the idea that he'd last 39 laps on these tyres was insane.
It's lap 60, Alonso has DRS and he's now half a second behind Lewis! Sutil gets a drive through for ignoring blue flags. (Why did he not get the same penalty as Van der Garde? Just because of the slight contact?) The gap is still half a second. Lewis is asking continuously for blue flags over the radio as he gets caught up in traffic. Alonso attacks! Lewis had the inside line in the hairpin they almost made contact jesus christ but Alonso is forced to lift in the corner. Again. And the third time, he's ahead, THEY TOUCH WHEELS. Brundle says Lewis has to give up but he doesn't give up, he's now just behind Alonso and he'll get DRS. Yes. He's half a second behind… attacking! They made contact again, Lewis has some front wing damage. He slows down a little. And he's out of the DRS zone. Yellow flags, it's Gutierrez who's crashed. The DRS is disabled. 
And it's the end of the race. 
Seb wins, Alonso P2, and Lewis P3. 
The cool down room is very silent. Seb is softly chatting with the Redbull representative while the two others are on each side of the room looking elsewhere.
The anthem is extra long I think?
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Lewis doesn't look very happy about P3, understandably. But then he plays with Seb and champagne and it all gets better lol.
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Oh god… while I was looking to see if I could find more content elsewhere, I learned a marshal died after the race as he was hit by a crane that was removing a car from the track. What a horrible thing to happen.
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kaiyonohime · 2 years
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Back in the day I was really into Halo.  Not the game all that much, I’ve never owned an XBox and I’m not much for shooters, but I really enjoyed the story and lore that the games had.  Halo 1, Halo 2, Halo 3, ODST, Reach.  They were fairly interesting, though by Reach the lore was branching off in ways I wasn’t impressed with.
I even played the ARG for Halo 2, and I still love the audioplay it left us with, affectionately called I Love Bees, to this day.  
I’m not that into it anymore.  Halo 4 went in weird directions, I thought Halo 5 was stupid, and I didn’t even know that Halo Infinite had been released until I was catching up on an old podcast and they mentioned playing it.  
But, back in the day, I liked the story, and I even wrote fanfiction for it.  Not the standard m/m fics, not even any about the main characters.  Stories about side characters that were pretty much OG, about circumstances that were going on in that universe, and about, quite frankly, how fucked up the circumstances that created the main character were (heavy amounts of government sanctioned child abuse and death).
So, when someone mentioned the Halo show that started airing recently I kinda put it on the back burner until tonight.  It does have a very good intro into the universe, in my opinion, but by halfway through the episode issues are showing pretty clearly.
And not even just ‘this doesn’t fit with the Halo canon I know’ issues, I actually would have been fine with that.  Stories change and get rewritten to fit better on screen, and adapting from a video game to a tv format is going to lead to changes.  I’m cool with that.  And, to be honest, there aren’t really any changes that I see so far, though I’m sure someone who has memorized exact dates or something would say there have been changes.  
My issue is that, well, the world itself has changed since the original Halo game came out.  And one big thing is that the Expanse came out.  
You see, there are some rough similarities between the origin stories.  Very rough, but some notable similarities (genre trope similarities, not plagiarism similarities).  They both have the human race expanding off world to the stars (Halo on a galactic scale, Expanse more realistic in the beginning and withing the Sol system), the Earth is run by the UN, and the outer colonies have rebelled against the UN.
But, in the Expanse, it’s played off so beautifully and realistically that it’s very, very fucking believable in the beginning.  The politics in the Expanse make a shit ton of sense, and the settings are well shot and beautifully done to establish the universe, and the acting is top notch.  No standing around and quoting lines at each other, amazing costuming, everything is done just right.
In Halo, on the other hand, we get and introduction to the universe and political system (oddly enough with an Expanse actor on the tv playing the villain trope once more, he’s so good at that it’s hilarious), but then, once they try to add more establishing shots and show the political side it... falls apart.  Unlit rooms cement rooms that clearly show a lack of set design, wooden acting (having two people just stand like dolls and talking to one another in an underlit room that’s supposed to be a state of the art science lab?  It looks like a badly blocked video game scene from the early 00s), and absolutely tragic costume design for the characters.  A head politician that is drab as can be (holy fuck, you can dress women politicians beautifully!  Look at the Expanse, look at the saris Avasarala is wearing, I still pine for her wardrobe!), a scientist in a generic lab coat.
It’s just... sad.  This is what Halo has become: all shooting, no story.  When the voice actors for the original game were better at bringing the story to life than live action actors, it’s just sad.
And it makes me want to completely rewatch the Expanse again from the beginning, because there’s no way there’s going to be any good characters out of this show so far.  They’re doubling down on generic, and it just hurts to watch.
I also want three more seasons of the Expanse.  Because I want to see how that finishes on screen!
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i am the worst person so be told "oh my [insert creative format] is so bad im so bad at it" like holy shit i do not have the patinec for that behavior i interpret that statement as a request for critiquw lamoo i WILL critique that shit
point is always be honest w urself and dont speak badly of smth if you cant take valid critisisms because just dont. nothing fun or dear to ur heart is bad and ppl should never diss their own creations
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hey madness fandom. um, (holds out my transfem hank hc to you)
( don t fuckin. tag as gender/bend i will cut you )
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kusagrasskusa · 3 years
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Michael Myers X Murderer! Reader - Headcannons - "Death Card"
Also, thank you (Wattpad Person) for requesting this :) I know your the last request I got, so I prolly should have done someone else's request first, but your's was just easiest to find. (Also, I have it bad for Michael so )
Have fun reading this! I'm writing this on my laptop instead of computer so sorry if the formatting turns out worse than usual :/
Also...someone made fun of me for putting, "eight," and, "11," in the same sentence. I guess not many people know this, but anything under ten is supposed to be written out unless their fractions or decimals.
By the way, these basically aren't headcannons lol. It's just me wanting to write out a story but not being good enough to so I just write it down in simpler terms.
Enjoy~
Not only is Y/N just another famous murder who casually takes the lives of people, but she's amazing at hiding
..........until-
Y/N was an abusive home after her parents died when she was a toddler. Her aunt and uncle neglected her but karma came back at them when their car fell off a bridge, causing the pair to drown. The downside for the young Y/N was that she was put into a foster institution. And we all know by now that foster care are full of fights, drugs, weed, alcohol, and shitty employees.
As a young girl entering such a bad place, she was always a target. You know that sense of fear, worthlessness, and loneliness fucked with her head to where she felt lashing out felt great.
She would be unable to stop herself as she plunged a sharp object in and out of this prick that held her down for so long. But once she heard voices from other kids, she ran.
The story made headlines as the next big attack from yet another child. That's right, next. There was someone who inspired her to do what she did.
Of course, she always had that memory in the back of her head. That boy's violent actions filled her with immeasurable awe when she saw the news. However, she always had something more important to think about.
With so much dissatisfaction with her past, she could only fill herself up with adding things on to her in the present, and more in the future.
Y/N would steal Poker cards from people and always use the Ace of Spades to mark her kills by sliding the card into a wound. After all, betting games were the highlight of her day in the foster institution. She was always so good at it that it became her pride.
All these headlines and stories about how evil she is became such a big deal in her head. Such an overwhelming feeling of adrenaline every time she heard the name people would call her.
"The Death Card," is another name for Ace of Spades in most English countries. It was the perfect fit for Y/N.
(Ya'll, I feel like a fucking genius for coming up with that lol)
She was so good at hiding, truly. Kill someone in Kentucky, then move to Missouri. Killing someone there and move to Georgia, and so on.
Only in her hometown was she caught.
Michael was the one who started it all for her, as their same age and hometown made her feel connected to him, and finally where he got caught would be the same place she did.
14 years of hiding and killing led her to meeting him
Michael spent these 14 years sitting in complete silence. No talking, no humming, no singing, nothing. It's like he was always in his own world of thought, too busy in his imagination to interact with the real world.
Of course, there was times when he did pay attention to what's around him.
The news was the only thing he'd really pay close attention to. After all, what if something happens to Haddonfield while's he's stuck in there, and that causes plenty of people he once knew to move away?
But per usual, there was nothing about it
But there was something that caught his attention even by a little
"After 14 years, the notorious Death Card or Card of Death has finally been caught," says the Haddonfield Police Department. "While we're unsure of her motives thus far, we have been able to learn of who she is. Y/N L/N made the headlines once in 1980 at the age of eight as one of America's biggest crime cases with children as the culprit, having brutally stabbed a 15 year old boy. This happened just two years after the Michael Myers case, when a six year old boy stabbed his older sister in 1978. All else the HPD are saying is that her frantic behavior may lead her to a mental institution rather than letting her make legal decisions in court."
Michael paid attention to all the details of the report. For this report to be made about Haddonfield, chances are they'll be meeting each other soon.
The Death Card was a violent killer Michael heard of plenty of times however he never paid close attention to.
(Holy shit these are just headcannons so why am I writing long paragraphs)
He had to say, hearing about her violent stabbings were the highlight of his week. Even if he never felt strong about hearing other people having fun with their lives like she was, he couldn't help but almost feel pushed to do what she is. Living freely and ending those who cross his path...
Saying he was jealous or inspired would be a stretch though
He would spend his days painting paper mache masks while thinking of doing what she was for sure but he hated how she would show off by using those cards as if she didn't have a goal in mind, which was annoying to him. If you have nothing to live for, then kill yourself was his mindset.
Michael watched as Y/N stepped into court. He know hundreds- no thousands- of people watched as this woman of pure evil stepped into the courtroom. Her H/C hair flowed as she walked passed everyone, glaring at them with her cold E/C eyes.
A look of slight intrigue replaced his normal dull expression as he watched the girl stand up before the judge, smiling sassily at the cameras as to tell them to fuck off. Michael can recognize that look of intrusion on her face as she was practically interrogated. Clearly, she hated it there.
He watched contently as all the mystery surrounding the Card of Death was revealed to everyone in this world. Days went by of this court case before finally, she pled insanity. After all, she was known to have some underlying mental conditions as she remained so calm when talking about the varies of ways she would kill.
It's easy to see that many felt bad for the girl. Such trauma growing up led to the creation of this unfortunate human. But Michael? He didn't feel bad at all.
He never was sad or truly sympathetic however...he did feel pity. Somewhere in his soulless eyes held pity for this sad, sad girl he was soon to meet. Not exactly sympathy, but simply pity. And with that came respect.
The day that Y/N stepped foot into those doors was the day the two would meet for the very first times. Over 63 counts of first degree murder in 14 years led to the meeting of these two serial killers. At the time, they were both only 20.
Tables were scattered across the room with people talking or simply sitting alone by themselves on them. There was TV in a few different places around the room and board games in a couple of shelves. In the back of the large room was windows that showed the outside that felt so out of reach forever.
As the metal doors slammed behind her, she felt eyes on her immediately. Y/N slowly scanned the room as she gulped back the intense fear gathering in her stomach. Her lips parted open as she began to breath heavily and press her back on those metal doors.
She was so trapped and scared when she first entered that foster institution. She couldn't help but think of karma when her aunt would hurt her so badly for those five years before she died. But 63 murders are so much worse, so what could karma do to her to balance her evil deeds with punishment?
Laughter and giggled filled her ears as she shut her eyes tightly and covered her face with her arms. Her vision was going blurry; she was having a panic attack. Tears fell from her eyes as she whimpered quietly to herself.
She may be the Card of Death however she never had to be in a large group of people in so long.
Her body jerked as she was suddenly pulled away from those metal doors. She cried out when she saw a large man, around 6'7 (204cm), pull her away.
In just a few seconds, she was pulled to a metal table and forced to sit as the large man stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.
Her body tensed unimaginably as they remained still for a few seconds, quiet aside from the occasional sobs of Y/N.
Then suddenly, the pressure on her shoulders disappeared. She heard nothing until the sound of creaking from the seat in front of her interrupted.
Y/N felt eyes on her. They were so intense over her.
A minute passed before her own eyes fluttered open, meeting the man's eyes in front of her.
A shiver ran down her spine when she came face to face with stone cold blue eyes that seemed to hold nothing within them. No light, no soul, and no sympathy. Not only that, but a orange mask made of paper mache covered the rest of his face as well.
The man tilted his head before lifting his hand onto the table, sliding something over to her. Y/N looked down at what he gave her.
"Don't speak. Write."
Michael had given her a paper with these words. His handwriting was hard to read considering he nearly never wrote anything so it took a moment before Y/N got the message. When she did, she looked back up at the man and nodded just a little so it was barely recognizable.
Obviously this conversation was to be secretive so she knew to barely show signs of interactions. The camera couldn't pick up on such a small nod to what evidence is there of them even interacting?
Michael slid the paper back to him and brought a pencil to the paper after erasing the original text. When he slid it back to her, it read, "Don't let anyone know what we say Y/N. They watch everything." When Y/N looked back up at him, she saw him dart his eyes from something behind her to something on the wall between them. She turned her head slightly to the side, noticing a camera on the wall. So she understood.
Michael had dropped on the pencil on the table, meaning it was her turn to reply. She erased the previous text before writing down, "Who are you? How do you know me?" When she slid it back, Michael took the pencil in his hand again.
"Michael Myers. I was a well known case two years before you. We heard a lot about you on TV."
"As in the boy who killed his sister at the age of six?"
"Yes. You know me?"
Y/N's eyes widened slightly as she frantically wrote down a reply. Without even noticing, the knot in her stomach had completely disappeared without a trace.
"I remember seeing your case. I thought about everyday."
Michael didn't reply immediately after reading. Instead, he waited a few minutes and stared down at the table. A look of confusion remained on Y/N's features as she impatiently waited. Then suddenly, Michael erased what was on the paper and simply drew a masked person looking somewhat like himself with a knife in his hand. He drew dead stick figures around it with blood splattering everywhere.
Michael knew that this picture would cover up all the eraser marks and writings that were still slightly visible. So when the guard that walked up behind Y/N without her knowing popped up, he didn't see any text.
Of course, this did lead to the paper being taken away. Then minutes after that, both of the pair was taken away.
If there's one thing as scary as analyzing The Shape and caring for him, it's that person who cares and analyzes him finding him interacting with someone else for the first time.
Whenever Y/N got sat down in her cell, she knew what was about to happen. She was sat down in her bed as a man she'd never seen before sat down in the chair that came with her little desk in her cell with a guard next to him.
Have you ever spoken to Michael? Are you related to him? How do you know him? How does he know you? Have you ever met his family? Why did he interact to you? Why was he drawing things for you? Does he like you? Does he hate you? Did he write to you? Did you hear him talk?
So many questions were asked by this Dr Loomis in such short amount of time. "No, no, I don't, no, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, no, no," and mostly these were your responses. No matter how many times Loomis asked, you dully replied.
You simply said he sat you down and you began to draw together, both filling in a piece of the drawing together.
And eventually, you got out.
Another day went by of "talking" to Michael.
And another.
And another.
The talks were nice and casual. What goes on in the asylum? What goes on in the outside? Who should I avoid? What's the reputation of the HPD?
Do you want to escape?
But it was only a matter of time before finally the two were friends.
Y/N was kinda just in her cell one night in bed. Then she just gasped and widened her eyes. Wait, are we friends? We're friends, right!
Michael already knew of their friendship like two weeks before she did. It felt so...wrong for him. He had always been alone and silent. How could someone like her even be so likeable to him? He didn't really understand it but he knew he hated it.
One day, the two were writing to each other per usual. Michael unintentionally added a pun in one of his comments, causing Y/N to giggle. Michael cocked his head to the side in confusion, strangely feeling heat rise his face and his heart speed up. It was air conditioned so he suspected he may have gotten sick.
Whenever the two had to go back to their cells, that feeling suddenly disappeared. Then it hit him. Oh fuck-
Hell, only a week later did Y/N feel herself experiencing the same symptoms. Michael notices that Y/N would shake and fidget a lot when they interacted, making him wonder of she was cold. As a friend, it was only right for him to sit next to her and hold her close to keep her warm, right? Y/N's face went red and damn that was embarrassing. But of course, that didn't mean Y/N wouldn't hug him back.
Eventually the two were basically cuddling. The two hugging each other warmly as Y/N rested her head on his chest, struggling to stay awake as they got more comfortable by the second.
But of course, Dr Loomis caught eye of that.
The doctor had been looking deep into al the interactions these two evil beings have had. They act so casual, so normal with each other, surely more than just drawing is happening between them, right?
The doctor had pulled them into his office separately to interrogate them. While Y/N bluntly answered his questions to make him just shut up as quickly as possible, she couldn't help but think to herself. She knows that she and Michael are mentally ill, but he should definitely be fixed by now. He's smart and creative and can casually talk to people, so it's like the only thing keeping him here is that the doctors are so ill-equipped that they can't make the necessary breakthrough to save him.
Of course, just a month later, another incident happened like this. Y/N was having a bad migraine so Michael got her to just sit down and wait for him during lunch. He brought over two trays of food for them and was sure to trade with Y/N so she can eat the things she likes and he could have the things she dislikes.
Another time, a bipolar guy ran into Michael and shoved him as if it was his fault. Michael shoved him back instinctively, causing a fight to disperse between the two. As security guards took notice, Y/N was quick to push Michael away softly and ball a fist to punch the fuck out of that guy- like a, "YO WHATCHU SAY ABOUT MY MAN?" type shit. Y/N did this to seem like she was hitting back and that Michael hadn't done anything wrong.
And when each other's birthday's rolled around, they had their own celebration. Y/N was given her own paper mache mask as a gift and a small cupcake from the cafe. Michael was given stolen art supplies that were taken from other guests and also a cupcake.
Y/N slowly stopped having panic attacks, but she definitely had her moments. Of course, Michael sat with her through it.
Dr Loomis recorded all this shit so he can gather data on Michael. Then the question hit him: How would Michael react if Y/N was gone for a few days? Does he truly care about her or is he just using her?
If you think Michael hated Loomis before, wait til he pieced together the disappearance of girlfriend and the extensive eyesight on him from security guards. For the hell he raised about it, he had to get sterilized and put into a cell without being able to get out for a few days.
Y/N remained bored in her cell for days. So what better could she do than annoy the guard watching her? She would just talk nonstop for what felt like hours and hours. The dude watching her was just getting more pissed off by the second.
"Would you shut up? Crazy bitch," he hissed, hitting the cell door. Y/N giggled cockily, shaking her head. Even if she deserved to be yelled at for continuing to talk, the Card of Death refused to back down. But when the guard went inside her cell and locked the door behind him, she got a bit worried.
Y/N got off her bed and threatened him cockily, to which he responded with physical force.
Of course, Smith's Groove is ill-equipped so even with proof of being hit and tazed, Y/N couldn't do anything to get the guard fired. But Michael?
A full month without seeing each other was like a slow suicide. But when they finally got to see each other again, the two was sure to write so much about their time alone as if they were teenage friends discussing their fun weekends. However, things turned dark whenever Y/N brought up the guard.
Michael didn't show any emotions at all, no matter what happens. But Y/N learned to guess how he's feeling depending on how long he takes to respond. Slowed blinking as if he was in thought, and slower reading as got analyze her writing closer were typically bad signs.
About a year had passed since they met at this time. A year to plan to escape. By now, the two were both 21 and fully prepared to leave once and for all.
Whenever that security guard had walked passed Michael's cell one night, Michael had knocked on the door to signal him. Michael slipped a paper through the doorslot, as he was given paper since he doesn't talk, saying he found a dead mouse in his cell. The guard just huffed and let himself inside. Michael pointed to where the mouse supposedly was; and that was a mistake for the guard.
Right as that guard went to look, Michael got behind and covered his mouth before stabbing him in the neck with a paint brush that's but carved into a small blade. Within moments, the guard dropped dead onto the floor.
Taking the keys from the guard, Michael was able to let out nearly every single prisoner to this hell out of their cells. Including Y/N.
The world sister was the only thing left of the pair as it was engraved into the door of Michael's cell. And just like that, the two were gone.
How they got there so fast doesn't matter but eventually Y/N and Michael found an abandoned house to station at until the search around the area disappeared and they could move around quicker.
"I can't fucking believe it," Y/N cheered as she felt tears run down her face from happiness. She swayed across the room, taking in the smell of dust and air. Even something dirty felt so new to her that couldn't help but love it at the moment.
Michael would watch her as he sat down in an old wooden chair, cocking his head. His body was in complete shock as the realization of all that's happened in the past years came crashing down on him. This was the real world? This is what dust smells like? This is what shattered glass and broken wood looks like? This is what trees look like up close? This is what things look like without glass tinting the color?
This is what it feels like to celebrate with someone you love? Michael reminded himself that the girl in front of him changed his life so much. His urge to harm all around him was always so strong, but the thought of her being hurt felt a bad taste in his mouth.
He stood up from the chair, walking towards the ecstatic girl as she cried happily to herself and picked up random things to remind herself of what they feel like and all she takes for granted. She turned her head to him, smiling, "Michael, look, I found a-"
Y/N gasped as Michael gripped his mask and slowly moved it. Y/N watched in awe as for the first time, she saw her only friend in this world's real face. That pale skin and soulless eyes that she grew familiar with became so new to her again.
"Michael..." she whispered, stepping closer to him. Her face heated up as she felt the weight his eyes staring down at her. She lightly bit her lip, a shiver going down her spine.
He took a few steps closer as well, making the two remain inches away from each other. Now at this point, Y/N is questioning if Michael is gonna kill her or is gonna kiss her as he awkwardly put his hand to her cheek, brushing her hair away. She leaned her head into his hand, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
In just a matter of moments, the two came together in a soft kiss. The moment was quiet as the two did their best to remain calm and together as this moment that was little way's overdue continued.
When the two pulled away, Y/N was quick to wrap her arms around him. Now she wasn't going to cry about it, but damn was that contact she needed so badly. The Death Card and The Shape were basically Yin and Yang with how one is emotional and the other in emotionless but their need for pain and each other is what kept it healthy.
Just imagine how much suffering families went through since the two got out.
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phantomphangphucker · 3 years
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Phic Phight: [REDACTED] “Oh Goddamnit. DANNY!”
Prompt Creator: @mr-lancers-english-class
Even Danny’s school projects cause ghostly issues and Lancer really should have seen this coming.
Alright fine, Lancer knew this was a bad idea. He knew it. And yet... here they all are, with each of his students doing their self-chosen presentations. And as he should have expected, Every. Single. One. has been on Phantom. Sure at least there’s been some variety. Star’s piece on his fashion and how that reflects on his personality and the era he died was actually fairly interesting (if it wasn’t for the fact that Phantom spiced up his jumpsuit with t-shirts and whatnot sometimes then this would have been a very boring one). Kwan also surprised him some, apparently he’s spent the past year or so sneaking photos of Phantom eating and did a piece on Phantom’s rather peculiar food tastes (who dips their pickles in milkshakes???) as well as effectively providing proof for the existence of ectoplasmic food (there’s no way any earth apples are neon green on the inside). Dash’s wasn’t even correctly calculated, trying to figure out how far Phantom could throw footballs based on his known strength and if he could kill someone by tackling them (disturbingly the answer -regardless of Dash’s bad math- was decidedly yes. Daniel seemed particularly disturbed). And Paulina’s was quite literally a badly written self-insert ship fan fic; the added drawings of what their child would look like only made it worse (Daniel left, not that Lancer could blame him. Lancer’s also glad for the ghost fight interrupting the presentation). Emilie’s was... disturbingly about ghost hunger and purposed the thesis that Phantom, for the good of the town, should eat the aggressor ghosts (he actually had to cut her off for getting too graphic).
But the single most interesting thing was that a ghost apparently caught wind of this and literally Every. Single. Presentation so far had words that were permanently replaced with [REDACTED], which, needless to say, caused some chaos when Samantha gave the very first presentation.
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Lancer clicked his pen, crossing his legs and resting the evaluation sheet on his thigh, “alright, Samantha. Feel free to start whenever you please, though soon would be preferred”, by ‘preferred’ he had meant required, but no need to be mean. He chooses to ignore the goth teen's eyeroll.
Predictably the projected screen doesn’t work when she opens her file so Lancer has to spend ten minutes fiddling with the outdated tech that they wouldn’t give the school funding to replace. Eventually, he does get it up and running showing Ms. Manson’s title screen reading ‘Phantom And Hate Crimes Against Blood Blossoms’. Lancer’s positive ‘blood blossoms’ are a type of flower, figures she would do something nature-focused. She’d make for a great herbalist or botanist someday. He does catch Daniel and Tucker giving her ‘death glares’, as the kids call it, though; Samatha doesn’t look any less smug. The second page has what he thinks was supposed to be a detailed drawing of a flower but it’s severely pixilated, almost as if it been blurred; Samantha looks visibly upset so he’s going to assume something when wrong with the file or pasting format. He’s not marking on artistic capabilities though, so effort is effort there.
She quickly clicks to the next page, where the actual writing of the assignment is and looks decidedly pissed; Lancer even quirks an eyebrow since at least two-thirds of the words are a very bold noticeable [REDACTED]. Lancer watches her yank out her physical copy while glaring with murderous intent at Daniel -Lancer will have to dock him marks if he messed with another student's project- before looking at the physical copy in bafflement for a few seconds. Half the class shrieking when she drops the papers and basically launches herself over the desks at Daniel, “OH YOU LITTLE FUCKER!!!! HOW THE FUCK!”.
Lancer’s sighs and stands, “language, Ms. Manson”, moving to pick up the papers and quirking an eyebrow over them looking the same. Sighing again and eyeing Daniel, who’s being choked -or throttled perhaps?- by Samantha yet is grinning innocently. “Daniel, messing with other students' work is against student policy”, sighing yet again, “and I’ll let Star go while Samantha fixes her document”, summoning up the blonde while glaring at Daniel. Some days that boy was more trouble than he was worth but he was also insanely bright and had a heart of gold. Lancer knows he’ll do good things someday, and that’s why he still tries with him.
Half the class is snickering or laughing now and Star is very clearly trying not to laugh as she sets up.
However, as soon as it opens up the class is met with a very familiar sight. [REDACTED] litters every single page; he checked. And Star’s physical copy was in the same state.
Kwan blinks, “okay seriously, what is going on”, before scrambling to grab out his own physical copy; the rest of the class going wide-eyed and following suit. Lancer just puts his head in his hands and sighs very audibly while shaking his head. Why could nothing go right? Sighing again as the class erupts into noise.
“Mines all weird too!”.
“Same here!”.
“Okay there is no way Fenturd messed up everyone’s work”.
“And I actually tried on mine! It was about the merits of Phantom getting armour!”.
“Oh damn do we just get auto hundreds now? Please please please say yes”.
“Oh damn, Phantom would actually look awesome in armour”.
“I know right”.
“Can we just skip class entirely now?”.
“Oh my Zone a ghost messed with or work”.
“Holy Shit”.
“Wait! Wait! Wait! You don’t think Phantom did do you?”.
“Why the heck would he do that? How would he even know??????”.
“Oh I hope Phantom was inside my computer. That would be so hot”.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe someone told him or he overheard shit. He’s a ghost, he can be invisible. Heck, he could be here, right now, invisible”.
“Invisible and laughing at us”.
“No! No! Hold up! What if he doesn’t want us writing about him or maybe someone wrote some sus shit and he just nerfed us all for good measure”.
“That would mean Phantom totally read my stuff, aw Hell yeah man. That was some boss shit”,
Lancer sighs and stands up, “alright that’s enough”, sighing again because why did this have to happen to him, “and I apologies for blaming you earlier, Daniel”.
Samantha snaps, “oh no, I still blame him”, and continues glaring at the teen. Lancer suspects Samantha would continue blaming the boy even if it was firmly proven he wasn’t at fault.
Addressing the class again, “here’s what we’re going to do, you’re going to read off what of your projects you actually can and allude to the rest. Please reframe from repeating what you know was there beforehand as I’d rather not have whatever ghost responsible -Phantom or otherwise- come here pissed off”, glaring at few students who look slightly encouraged rather than discouraged by that prospect, “anyone who does will receive automatic zeroes”, ah and the encouraged looks have deflated. Good. Gesturing at Star, “you’re already up here, so do continue”. Better to not bring the clearly infuriated Samantha back to the front until she’s had some time to calm down.
Star nods and clears her throat, thankfully everyone quiets down. “O-okay, well, um”, gesturing at the screen, “I did my piece on Phantom’s sense of fashion and the cover image was one with him dressed in one of the Spook Sense stores meme shirts....”.
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Lancer shakes away the memory, he honestly slightly regrets giving this project. But regardless right now is Daniel’s turn and Lancer is honestly slightly fearful of what his file is going to look like. Thankfully all their files were saved to his computer before the [REDACTED] debacle, so no one could go back in and edit theirs to add [REDACTED]’s for an easy grade. Lancer’s still not exactly sure how he’s supposed to mark assignments that were anywhere from one-fifth to one-third [REDACTED]. That word will be burned into his head after this grading period.
Lancer moves to find the boys file, but stares when clicking it crashes the computer. Not once. Not twice. But thrice. The fourth time rebooting the computer he inspects the file and is a bit dumbfounded, “Daniel, your entire file’s corrupted. The file type has even been changed to redacted, which I’m fairly sure, isn’t actually any possible file designation”. Everyone’s silent for a bit before bursting out into laughter.
“Just what the Zone did you write, Danny!”.
“Oh we so have to know what this is now”.
“Danny has the forbidden knowledge! We haft found him! The keeper of things forbidden and Ghostly! Haza!”.
“Ha! It was probably so lame that Phantom wanted to save him the embarrassment”.
Lancer sighs, but Daniel gestures Tucker up, “hey Tuck, feel like trying to fix the file”. Tucker chuckles and walks up, though apparently glaring at the boy. Based on Daniel’s smirk he finds this quite amusing.
Tucker does manage to make the file viewable at least. Lancer nods and leans back in his seat, “thank you, Mr. Foley”, while the file loads on screen.
Tucker sits back down with a head shake while Daniel stands at the front and gestures to the screen, “aight, as you can see from my not redacted title-”, that earns a couple laughs, “I did mine on Phantom’s portfolio of crime. Every single time our dear Phantom broke ghost law. Including such wonderful things as, that time he caused not one, not two, not even three, but five, prison breaks in one day. Or that time he invalidated a Observant spectator duel by bringing an inflatable sword”. Samantha slams a hand on her desk, “IT IS YOUR FAULT YOU DICK!”.
Lancer has some serious questions as Daniel clicks for the next page, the entire class going dead silent as a screen comprising of almost nothing but the word [REDACTED] shows. Lancer sighs very audibly. Eventually the class starts up again.
“Fenton... actually has forbidden knowledge”.
“If it wasn’t for the teacher computer saved thing I’d think he was fucking with us”.
“I mean... he is a Fenton, right?”.
“Okay the fact that this entire presentation is on ghost crimes is concerning alone. But they’re forbidden ghost crimes at that”.
“Shit I wanted the tea. Damnit”.
“Better question, how does Danny know?”.
Daniel clicking the button to go forward is very audible. And, Chicken Soup For The Soul, every single page is [REDACTED] to the point of being completely and utterly unintelligible. There are occasional lines pointing out how Phantom apparently ate confetti at a ghosts third wedding (which is apparently illegal for some reason) or that time he beat someone up with a violin that had a pie inside it (Lancer can see this one, Lancer himself has smacked a ghost with stranger).  Literally the only photo that isn’t blurred beyond recognition is one of Phantom in a prison uniform (Paulina was very vocal about liking men in uniform here). Lancer is absolutely positive the end of his conclusion ‘[REDACTED] are a bunch of [REDACTED]’ is an insult.
Samantha chucks a boot at his smirking face, “YOU IDIOT. Of course they were going to block you from talking about them. Ancients, I can’t believe you”. Tucker’s busy laughing into his hand.
“Oh my Zone, they know too”.
“They’re really earning that weirdo trio title, huh”.
Daniel snickers as he sits back down, “they broke into my room and wrecked that epic puzzle I was working on. They shoulda seen this shit coming. Literally”. Tucker snorts, “they probably did but couldn’t do anything else about it. They can’t stop you and your endless bullshit”.
“Damn fucking straight”.
Lancer isn’t going to claim to know what exactly they’re talking about but apparently Daniel effectively orchestrated this entire fiasco just to annoy some ghost. Lancer is honestly more impressed than disturbed. A for effort but an A- for making everyone's work nigh unusable.
End.
Prompt: For the last project of their senior year in high school, Mr. Lancer is letting his class do presentations on literally whatever topic they want. He is very, /very/ sure that this is going to go poorly, but that's a problem for later...
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blindedguilt · 2 years
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Drakengard Direct Translations 2 - Furiae and Caim, as requested by a friend
//Y’all know what this is about. My own direct translation of the Chapter 6 scene where Manah spills shit bc the English version fucked it up REALLY badly. The quality of the video I got this on was a LOT better thank god, so I didn’t have to go through the nightmare of figuring out the Kanji every few seconds. Without futher ado. (Note: I’ve put possessed Manah in italics, and when she speaks as herself and is possessed I’ll put a / / around the words. Sorry for the shitty formatting! Translation notes are in bold)
English for comparison: Inuart: Don’t think of me as a traitor, Caim. We are creating a new world. A world where Furiae lives! Open your eyes. Hear what our priestess says. We can survive!  Furiae: Inuart! You mustn’t stay here. Please go away now. (Falls, Inuart leaves) Manah: The Watchers do not laugh. The Watchers must not wake. Furiae: Ah! Manah: Lalalalala, lalalalala. I’m just /a girl. A normal/ girl. What’s this? This dirt? Furiae: No, don’t... Manah: Forget the seal and help me! Forget the seal and /help me! Stupid man./ Please help me. Help me! Please... Hold me, my brother. Furiae: Stop it...! Manah: /I can see into your heart./ Heheheheheh! Furiae: No... No, that’s not true. You lie! Manah: I hate you! I hate you! /Filth! This world/ needs destroying. Furiae: No! Manah: I’m dirty. I’m dirty. I’m /no goddess. I renounce it./ Please, please my brother! Furiae: I’m sorry! Manah: So, you failed at playing goddess. Ehehehe! Now what? ~Cue cutscene~ Furiae: Don’t look... At me...  Manah: Do the Watchers laugh too?
Japanese (As directly translated by me. As with Leonard and the faerie, it’s a bit stiff sounding for accuracy’s sake!):
Inuart: Don’t say that I’m a traitor, Caim. We are trying to create a new world now. A new world where Furiae can live! Open your eyes, Caim. Endorse the bishop’s teachings. (*Note: I found it VERY interesting that Manah is referred to as a bishop (Shikyou-sama) in the Japanese version. Out of curiosity I searched it up and: “...a bishop is an ordained minister who holds the fullness of the sacrament of holy orders and is responsible for teaching doctrine, governing... in his jurisdiction, sanctifying the world and representing the Church.” Huh.) You will be left alive! (*Note: Wasn’t really sure how to phrase this one. The most direct translation IS “You will be left alive”, but not like Inuart is threatening Caim. It goes as a more direct version of the English version’s: “We will survive!” - Basically saying that when the apocalypse blows over he’ll be able to join the other followers of the watchers and be spared whatever bullshit that would happen.) 
Furiae: Inuart! You shouldn’t be in this place. Go back to your own place. (*This one is a bit odd directly translated?? It sounds like “Inuart, you’re drunk, go home” but uh- Basically it sounds like she’s just telling him “You have better things to be doing than convincing my brother to join the empire now GO” lmao) (Furiae falls, Inuart leaves)
Manah: The angels do not laugh. The angels must not wake. 
Furiae: Ah! 
Manah: Lalalalala, lala, lalalala... Although I’m a woman. /Despite being a normal woman... Why/ is there this... Tsk tsk, dirt! (*Manah quite literally says “Shit” instead of dirt here but I couldn’t take myself seriously writing that + I feel it fits better still just being dirt.)
Furiae: Stop it...
Manah: For what reason is this sealed? /Save me! Useless man!/ Please save me. Please. Save me. Embrace me.(*Note: This reads the same as “Hold me”... On the surface. The word used is “Dakishimete”, which refers mostly to an embrace between lovers! Nothing lewd (Explicitly) but certainly... Romantic.) Brother. (*O! Nii! CHAAAAN!!!)
Furiae: No!!
Manah: /I can read into your heart./ Haha, Ahahahaha!
Furiae: That’s wrong, I...  Don’t think such things.
Manah: Detestable, it’s detestable! Shitty bastard. (*I... Really don’t know anyway else to translate this. Manah deadass her a dirty/shitty bastard. I- The words she uses are “Kuso yarou”... Which- Is literally shit and bastard. I’m-) /I wish this world would be destroyed!/
Furiae: You’re wrong...!
Manah: Repulsive. I am repulsive. I’m no goddess. /I give it up./ Please, brother. To me... (*Okay. The term used EXACTLY is “Watashi ni”, Watashi being I/Me, and ni being a location marker. So this can be read as “In me”, “On me”, “To me”, etc. A whole BUNCH of ways, none prettier than the last. Jesus did the English version pussy out with this scene.)
Furiae: I’m sorry...!! (*You’d think she’d use “Gomen-ne” here, the “biggest” of the three main ways to say sorry (Gomen, Gomennasai, and Gomenne). Nope. Just “Gomenasai”. Interesting, I guess? I don’t know, I thought it would be worth pointing out.)
Manah: So, you failed at being goddess. What will you do?
~Cue cutscene~
Furiae: Don’t look... At me...
Manah: Do the angels laugh?
//Yeah I kinda spilled most my thoughts into the notes,,, still I KINDA wanna go off about how much more fucking INTENSE this scene was in the Japanese version, especially with the actual meaning of the words,,, can’t get over the fact Furiae got called a shitty bastard by a 6 year old (giving me the same whiplash I got from translating one particular line in Leonard’s death, which I’ll probably post next alongside Arioch’s because.... Both are just horribly short scenes compared to these lmao) but that’s just Drakengard ig. Enjoy! Unlike the Leonard censorship that basically went “He’s just a shy little man!!!! Don’t worry about that gasp when Seere hugged him, he’s just a shy little dude <3″ and couldn’t figure out WHAT to do with him, this went NEXT FUCKING LEVEL and basically went “Awww, she wants her brother to hug her :) Maybe romantically maybe not hahah lets not get TOO deep into it lol” while the japanese went off like “your sister wants your dick, caim”.  All in all if I had to chose one aspect where the English censorship was just downright HORRIBLE, it would be this. They VERY shakily got away with Leonard. This is just......... my guy.
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sodone-withlife · 3 years
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i know who i am
summary: really, he never saw himself ever willingly letting anyone in on his broken past, but here he was, sitting in across from Waipo in the tiny cramped office at the back of the shop and nervously sweating about what he was about to tell her
read it on ao3: chapter 1 is the original version with Mandarin, chapter 2 has everything translated into English
the movie really hit me hard as an ABC, and I really wanted to write something for it. even though she barely had any screentime, I loved Waipo—she reminds me of so many of my relatives—so I decided to make her be one of the most important people in Shangqi’s life, and it turned into this wonderful mess (i had to stop writing this for a bit because I literally made myself cry). there is mandarin in this, it's kind of intended to be a physical manifestation of how my bilingual brain works (i did put the English-only version first, the original version with Mandarin is under that one but the formatting for it one is better on ao3, so i suggest reading it from there). apologies for my shitty mandarin; I have mediocre language skills, but I'm still so excited to be able to incorporate it in my writing. in regards to the character's names: I only know for certain the Chinese characters used for Shangqi and Wenwu, but for Xialing, I'm going to go with what it apparently was in the hong kong release (夏灵, with 灵灵 as the nickname)
English Translation:
“Waipo, do you have a bit of time?” Shangqi stood in front of Katy’s grandma, fidgeting nervously as fluent Mandarin rolled off of his tongue with an ease he's never felt in any other part of his life. “I want to talk to you about something."
She pinned him with a knowing stare. “Does it have anything to do with the trip you and Katy went on this past week?" she asked, Not waiting for his answer, she got up from the shop register and beckoned him into the back office. Feeling oddly like the first time he came into the store years ago as a teen—when he first met Katy’s family who had since taken him under their wing—he followed her into the familiar, cramped space.
He wasn’t exactly sure what within him prompted this interaction. He had come to San Francisco for a normal life, to get as far away from his father’s reaches as he could and to outrun the blood that stained his footsteps.
Never did Shangqi imagine that he would end up claiming the ancient rings that now sat in a heavy-duty (thanks to Xialing, with whom he now keeps in regular contact because of the promise they made to each other before he left the compound because he already left her behind once, and he’s never doing it again damn, my baby sister is running the Ten Rings now, and she’s trying to turn it into something better) and a very well-disguised (thanks to the sorcerers in the New York Sanctum and holy shit he’s in contact with famous superheroes now) back in his mess of a studio apartment.
Never did he imagine letting anyone in on his broken past, and even though his hand had been forced when it came to telling Katy, here he was going to the second person who truly saw something in him when he first started his new life and planning to tell them everything.
(Okay, fine, Shangqi wasn’t actually planning on letting anyone else in on it after telling Waipo, not even the rest of Katy’s family, but he really didn’t want them to be so involved yet—he still had no idea what he himself was doing and he wants to preserve what normalcy he can.)
(Also, he’s been reliably informed that anyone close to a public figure is bound to be targeted for attacks—which he figured out when the mercenaries attacked on the bus because yes, Lingling, he does have brain cells thank you very much.)
“Little Dragon, what’s on your mind?”
Little Dragon.
He started at the nickname, the one originally given to him by his mother. Somehow, it had completely slipped his mind that Waipo also called him that, starting a few weeks after he first met the Chen family. He barely kept it together, the long-unused nickname dredging up memories he had thought left him forever.
You have the heart of a dragon, she had declared firmly when he asked her why she decided on that particular nickname.
(That was exactly what his mother had told him right before she died, and yet he stood by, hidden behind a door, and did nothing while the men beat and killed her, the heart of the family.)
(He would carry the guilt with him for a lifetime.)
It was a while before he could bring himself to visit the family again—there were a lot of awkward excuses before Katy reluctantly backed off—and it took even longer for him to get somewhat used to the name again, but he eventually started seeing it as a gift with each faint impression of happier days that he got every time Waipo called him that.
Old, weathered hands gently covered his own, which were shaking and clammy with nervousness. Shangqi wondered how Waipo would react to the darker side of the lost boy she had basically adopted all those years ago, wondered if the legends of Ta-Lo and the Great Protector were known outside of the rather insular communities that continued to tell the stories, wondered if she had heard about his father through the stories that were passed down for thousands of years, from generation to generation…
(It can’t be wrong to miss him, can it? Even with the years of hell Wenwu had put him through, he was still his father. Shangqi still faintly remembered the man his father had been when his mother was still alive, the happy times they shared as a normal family…)
(But those times were long gone, ripped from their grasp by the past Wenwu wanted so badly to leave behind. Grief had shattered the whole family, and it ultimately led to the children fighting the father who had been driven to near madness in his denial, in his quest to put his broken family back together again.)
Mom, I miss you so much.
(And now Wenwu is dead, just like his beloved wife.)
(But just as she died to protect her children, he did the same. Now, his children are reunited and in contact again, getting ever closer despite living as far apart as they did, and he was reunited with his love in the afterlife.)
Finally, he straightened his posture and took a deep breath, looking directly at Waipo, who he’d come to view as the grandmother he never had.
“Waipo, have you heard of the legend of the Ten Rings?”
And Shangqi told her everything.
He told her everything and more,
She listened.
She listened as he described the legends behind the Ten Rings, Ta-Lo, and the Great Protector; his father’s history; his own history, from witnessing his mother’s death to ripping open the throat of the man who killed her when he was barely a teen, from leaving Lingling behind to seeing her again in the fight club she built from the ground up, from returning to the compound after a decade away in San Francisco to the battle in Ta-Lo…
Finally, he fell silent and stared at his hands but it wasn’t long before Waipo moved, slowly standing up with one hand on her cane. He made to help stabilize her but was quickly waved off with a stern look. He sank back into the chair and felt her move behind him. The shaky weight of her hands on his shoulders as she gently pressed down and straightened his posture was familiar, even after years of not having his posture deliberately—so gently—fixed like that every time he saw Waipo.
“You are the legacy of all who came before you, but you are your own person.” she finally said gently, and the tension in his shoulders slowly loosened under her familiar touch. “You decide your own fate.”
~~~
That night, Shangqi knelt before the altar he had in his apartment, the only part that was carefully maintained in all the years he had lived there. But now, two smiling faces stared back at him, a joy reflected in their eyes that he knew would disappear in less than ten years after the photo was taken.
Am I still your pride and joy? Lingling grew up, but I didn’t even take care of her like I should have.
I swear to you, I will never abandon her again
Even as his life got even more unbelievable as the years went by, the altar and his copy of his parent’s wedding photo would remain a constant. He and Lingling dove deeper into their family history—of the Ten Rings, of Ta-Lo, of both the good and bad—and both worked to carry on their parents’ legacy.
(With all of the proper discretion agreements and threats when needed, of course.)
Lingling is dating my best friend now, and they’re so happy together. Mom, I know you would have loved Katy. Dad, I know you didn’t like her much, but she really is a wonderful person.
Life went on.
There were the good days, when he went out with others and could almost feel normal, and there were the bad days, when phantoms pains plagued him and he woke up from a restless sleep expecting to see bruises mottling his body like they did so often when he was younger.
(Also, he was considered a superhero now and holy shit that’s still insane, even years after he first got in contact with the Avengers and the sorcerers in New York. Now he was going all over the West Coast, to help the locals take care of whichever crazy supervillain decided to wreak havoc that day.)
Dad, I hope you find this story as funny as I did: I helped a group of American superheroes yesterday. They’ve never been to San Francisco before and were extremely unfamiliar with the roads, especially Lombard Street. They spent half an hour trying to drive down the street, but I ended up driving them down myself.
(San Francisco was still home, and he had found a life there with all his friends and Xialing whenever she visited. He had a job now, too, at the local youth center teaching martial arts and self-defense, teaching and guiding the youth in a way he wishes his father had with him.)
People came into his life; some stayed, some left, and some even got together.
Mom, Dad, Lingling and Katy are getting married today and everyone is so excited for them. I’m taking over the Ten Ring within a month so Lingling can take a break. She’s led the organization for so long, it’s my responsibility now. I hope I can live up to her standards, she’s done really well. She’ll be back in a few years, but even after, I’m going to be much more involved to lessen Lingling’s workload.
Shangqi walked the path knowing who came before him and who was still with him.
Most importantly, he walked the path knowing who he was—demons, flaws, strengths, and all.
Mom, Dad, don’t worry. I’ll take care of them.
I hope you’re happy together in the afterlife.
~~~
Don’t be afraid, Shang-Chi, for you have heart of a dragon and the power of the Ten Rings.
We will always be with you and Xialing.
Original Version w/Mandarin
“外婆,您有没有一点儿时间?” 尚气 stood in front of Katy’s grandma, fidgeting nervously. “我想告诉您一些事情。”
She pinned him with a knowing stare. “是不是跟你和瑞雯这前个星期去的旅行有关?” Not waiting for his answer, she got up from the shop register and beckoned him into the back office. Feeling oddly like the first time he came into the store years ago as a teen—when he first met Katy’s family who had since taken him under their wing—he followed her into the familiar, cramped space.
He wasn’t exactly sure what within him prompted this interaction. He had come to San Francisco for a normal life, to get as far away from his father’s reaches as he could and to outrun the blood that stained his footsteps.
Never did 尚气 imagine that he would end up claiming the ancient rings that now sat in a heavy-duty (thanks to 夏灵, with whom he now keeps in regular contact because of the promise they made to each other before he left the compound because he already left her behind once, and he’s never doing it again and damn, my baby sister is running the Ten Rings now, and she’s trying to turn it into something better) and a very well-disguised (thanks to the sorcerers in the New York Sanctum and holy shit he’s in contact with famous superheroes now) back in his mess of a studio apartment.
Never did he imagine letting anyone in on his broken past, and even though his hand had been forced when it came to telling Katy, here he was going to the second person who truly saw something in him when he first started his new life and planning to tell them everything.
(Okay, fine, 尚气 wasn’t actually planning on letting anyone else in on it after telling 外婆, not even the rest of Katy’s family, but he really didn’t want them to be so involved yet—he still had no idea what he himself was doing and he wants to preserve what normalcy he can.)
(Also, he’s been reliably informed that anyone close to a public figure is bound to be targeted for attacks—which he figured out when the mercenaries attacked on the bus because yes, 灵灵, he does have brain cells thank you very much.)
“小龙,你有什么心事儿?”
Little Dragon.
He started at the nickname, the one originally given to him by his mother. Somehow, it had completely slipped his mind that 外婆 also called him that, starting a few weeks after he first met the Chen family. He barely kept it together, the long-unused nickname dredging up memories he had thought left him forever.
你有神龙之心 ,she had declared firmly when he asked her why she decided on that particular nickname. You have the heart of a dragon.
(That was exactly what his mother had told him right before she died, and yet he stood by, hidden behind a door, and did nothing while the men beat and killed her, the heart of the family.)
(He would carry the guilt with him for a lifetime.)
It was a while before he could bring himself to visit the family again—there were a lot of awkward excuses before Katy reluctantly backed off—and it took even longer for him to get somewhat used to the name again, but he eventually started seeing it as a gift with each faint impression of happier days that he got every time 外婆 called him that.
Old, weathered hands gently covered his own, which were shaking and clammy with nervousness. 尚气 wondered how 外婆 would react to the darker side of the lost boy she had basically adopted all those years ago, wondered if the legends of Ta-Lo and the Great Protector were known outside of the rather insular communities that continued to tell the stories, wondered if she had heard about his father through the stories that were passed down for thousands of years, from generation to generation…
(It can’t be wrong to miss him, can it? Even with the years of hell 文武 had put him through, he was still his father. 尚气 still faintly remembered the man his father had been when his mother was still alive, the happy times they shared as a normal family…)
(But those times were long gone, ripped from their grasp by the past 文武 wanted so badly to leave behind. Grief had shattered whole family, and it ultimately led to the children fighting the father who had been driven to near madness in his denial, in his quest to put his broken family back together again.)
妈妈,我太想你了。
(And now 文武 is dead, just like his beloved wife.)
(But just as she died to protect her children, he did the same. Now, his children are reunited and in contact again, getting ever closer despite living as far apart as they did, and he was reunited with his love in the afterlife.)
Finally, he straightened his posture and took a deep breath, looking directly at 外婆, who he’d come to view as the grandmother he never had.
“外婆,您听说过 ‘十环’ 的传说吗?”
And 尚气 told her everything.
He told her everything and more,
She listened.
She listened as he described the legends behind the Ten Rings, Ta-Lo, and the Great Protector; his father’s history; his own history, from witnessing his mother’s death to ripping open the throat of the man who killed her when he was barely a teen, from leaving 灵灵 behind to seeing her again in the fight club she built from the ground up, from returning to the compound after a decade away in San Francisco to the battle in Ta-Lo…
Finally, he fell silent and stared at his hands but it wasn’t long before 外婆 moved, slowly standing up with one hand on her cane. He made to help stabilize her but was quickly waved off with a stern look. He sank back into the chair and felt her move behind him. The shaky weight of her hands on his shoulders as she gently pressed down and straightened his posture was familiar, even after years of not having his posture deliberately—so gently—fixed like that every time he saw 外婆.
“你是所有在你之前的人的遗产,但你是你自己的人,” she finally said,“你决定你自己的命运。”
You are the legacy of all who came before you, but you are your own person. You decide your own fate.
~~~
That night, 尚气 knelt before the altar he had in his apartment, the only part that was carefully maintained in all the years he had lived there. But now, two smiling faces stared back at him, a joy reflected in their eyes that he knew would disappear in less than ten years after the photo was taken.
我还是你的骄傲吗?灵灵长大了,但我也没好好照顾她。
我向你发誓,我再也不会抛弃她。
Even as his life got even more unbelievable as the years went by, the altar and his copy of his parent’s wedding photo would remain a constant. He and 灵灵 dove deeper into their family history—of the Ten Rings, of Ta-Lo, of both the good and bad—and both worked to carry on their family’s legacy.
(With all of the proper discretion agreements and threats when needed, of course.)
灵灵跟我朋友最近开始谈恋爱,他们俩可开心了。妈,如果你还在我们身边,我保证你会喜欢她。爸,我知道你一开始不太喜欢她,但她确实是一位精彩的人。
Life went on.
There were the good days, when he went out with others and could almost feel normal, and there were the bad days, when phantoms pains plagued him and he woke up from a restless sleep expecting to see bruises mottling his body like they did so often when he was younger.
(Also, he was considered a superhero now and holy shit that’s still insane, even years after he first got in contact with the Avengers and the sorcerers in New York. Now he was going all over the West Coast, to help the locals take care of whichever crazy supervillain decided to wreak havoc that day.)
爸爸,我��望你跟我一样��得这个故事很好笑:我昨天帮了一组美国超级英雄开车。那是他们第一次来旧京山,对道路非常陌生—尤其是 Lombard Street。他们开也开不好,花了半个小时慢慢的开下去。最终,我把他们的车开下去的。
(San Francisco was still home, and he had found a life there with all his friends and 夏灵 whenever she visited. He had a job now, too, at the local youth center teaching martial arts and self-defense, teaching and guiding the youth in a way he wishes his father had with him.)
People came into his life; some stayed, some left, and some even got together.
妈,爸,灵灵她今天会跟我最好的朋友结婚,我们都很兴奋。我一个月之内开始接管十环的业务,让灵灵休息休息。她干了多少年了,现在是我的责任。我希望我能辜负她,她管的非常棒,帮了许多人。她几年后会回来继续当领导,但我好像在领导方面发挥更大的作用。
He walked the path knowing who came before him and who was still with him.
Most importantly, he walked the path knowing who he was—demons, flaws, strengths, and all.
妈,爸,你们放心吧,我会照顾他们。
我希望你们俩来世都幸福。
~~~
尚气,你别怕,你有神龙之心,十环的力量。
我们永远会在你和灵灵的身边。
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200 FOLLOWER EVENT
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Thank you for 200+ followers! Honestly I didn't know this blog would get this big, so it means the world to me that you like my content :)
In honor of this milestone, I'd like to do a small event! Below I've listed numbered prompts that you can request in any format and I will get to yours as quickly as I can! You can check out the rules for my requests as well as what characters you can request for here.
NOTE: this event contains prompts that are 18+ (these will be found at the end)
Prompts:
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fluff
1. "is that my shirt?"
2. "i thought you'd never ask"
3. "that's the first time i've ever seen you smile"
4. "wow... you have a really beautiful laugh"
5. "shut up before i kiss you"
6. "shh. stop fussing. i'm just braiding your hair"
7. "i think i love you"
8. "it's too cold. come back"
9. "let me kiss it better"
10. "i know i've kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please"
11. "if you don't wake up i'll tickle you"
12. "yup. you're my pillow now"
13. "c'mon, how about we go get something to eat together"
14. "you can't keep looking at me like that and not expect me to fall in love with you"
15. "you're hugging me too tight!"
16. "stop stealing my snacks"
17. "has anyone told you how beautiful you are"
18. "i didn't know you could sing"
19. "thank you for staying with me"
20. "how much you wanna bet the dryer's gonna eat up one of our socks again?"
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angst
21. "don't lie to me"
22. "am i not good enough?"
23. "please... don't go"
24. "i can't live without you"
25. "why does this always happen with us?"
26. "maybe this wasn't a good idea"
27. "don't give up... you have so much to live for"
28. "i don't want you to die!"
29. "you're hurting. let me help you"
30. "i just need some time alone, thank you"
31. "get out of my house"
32. "i guess i was never number one"
33. "why? why do you always do this to me?"
34. "you're out of chances"
35. "run. it'll be okay"
36. "leave me behind. save yourself"
37. "this isn't you. the real you wouldn't have done this"
38. "i don't recognize you anymore."
39. "why can't you take no for an answer!"
40. "you're right. we don't work"
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crack/humor
41. "why are you covered in cake?"
42. "guess how many cheerios i can fit in my mouth"
43. "you know i love you, but please don't turn me into a 'pretty princess'"
44. "here, here, come witness my improv aerobics routine"
45. "trust me. it's perfectly safe"
46. "can you get off me now, i have to pee"
47. "what are you talking about, 'i might kill myself'? i am the safest person you know"
48. "at this point, i'm not even going to question it"
49. "how about you don't do that"
50. "they probably think we're insane. oh well"
51. "did you know a cockroach can live up to nine days before starving to death?"
52. "how on earth do you remember these things?"
53. "HOLY SHIT THAT'S A MOUSE"
54. "i may have accidentally adopted five cats"
55. "i'm like 75% sure this isn't gonna kill us"
56. "how many times do i have to tell you! fish are friends, not food"
57. "for the record, this was not my idea"
58. "all i'm saying, if you're going to blow up the house, you're so fired"
59. "well excuse me if bodies don't look this heavy when they're alive!"
60. "oh my god... i think we killed him. quick! grab the shovels!"
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smut
71. "do that again"
72. "i'll have you begging for it by the end of the night"
73. "now everyone's gonna know you're mine"
74. "louder. i want everyone to hear you"
75. "if you want it that badly, you better beg for it"
76. "look at what you did to me. i've had to deal with this all day"
77. "make a sound and it's game over"
78. "tell me what you want"
79. "this needy, huh?"
80. "please... no more teasing"
81. "open up"
82. "don't be shy, now"
83. "you were so confident earlier, where'd that all go?"
84. "i've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly"
85. "shut up and take it"
86. "you asked for this..."
87. "make that mouth of yours useful"
88. "be a good girl, now"
89. "on your knees"
90. "don't forget who you belong to"
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