Branded - Chapter 36

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky tries to convince you why this is the only option.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

Chapter Warnings: Heavy angst, dissociation, past references to abuse/torture, grief

AO3

It was like you were in a dream. Or more accurately, a nightmare.

Bucky had taken you to a secluded room, one that looked suspiciously like the room you’d stayed in before, and he tried to explain why this was the best option. Why putting him into some magical fridge would temporarily negate the bond.

You could barely listen to him. Couldn’t even look at him. You couldn’t believe this was really happening. It was too sudden, too fast, he hadn’t even talked to you about it. He’d just made the decision on his own, and it was too late to take it back now.

At first came the anger. The rotting, bitter rage that he would do this to you. Betray you. Leave you again when he promised not to. You wanted to scream all of that at him, but you didn’t. You let him know in a low, flat tone just how hurt you were, and his sorrowful expression only made you angrier. What right did he have to feel sad when he was the one who’d done this?!

Once the rage bled out of you, you tried to reason with Bucky. Told him to think, to really think about it. How did they know it would work? That you wouldn’t drop dead as soon as the bond was severed?

Bucky explained, much too calmly and reasonably, that he’d been through something similar before and why he knew it would be safe.

That was also how you found out about Steve.

“Back during the war, he… he rescued me from HYDRA,” Bucky said, chewing his lip nervously. “They’d started the ritual to turn me into a demon not long before that. Zola hadn’t had time to enslave me with a bond, and when Steve was untying me, he was hurt. He bled on the open wounds on my chest, carved there as part of the ritual. Apparently, that was enough to complete what they’d started… and make Steve my first master.”

You didn’t say anything as you listened. You were sitting on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest as Bucky sat in a nearby armchair. You were too upset to want to be touched, but at the same time, you missed it so much. Missed the effortless affection when you’d been in Boston.

The yearning twisted in your gut at his next words.

“The urges came soon after that. I tried to resist them. Tried to sate the hunger by picking up girls at the bars, whenever we had time to stop in a town. It didn’t work, not like it does with you, because I was a… a succubus then.” He shifted in discomfort, his expression flushed with shame. “Finally gave in and hooked up with a guy. It was exactly what I needed, and I hated it. Or rather, I hated that it made me confront things about myself that were already true before Zola got ahold of me. Things you were supposed to keep hidden away in shame back then.”

He looked down at his claws, glaring at them angrily as if they were to blame. You remained quiet, curious and afraid of where this tale was going.

“I looked normal back then, so it was easier to hide what was happening to me. And then I got involved in a pretty scary situation, a bunch of guys cornered me in an alley. The pheromones took over and I let them all…just…” He cut off his words with a shake of his head. “Right after, that’s when I grew my tail. Not as big as it is now, but I was hysterical, anyway. Tried to cut it off. Did cut it off, actually, and it grew right back. I didn’t understand that large wounds like that will induce a heat.”

Bucky licked his lips, his shoulders hunched and tense. You wished so badly to touch him, but you didn’t.

“I was starving, in agony, and there was no one else around to help… but Steve.”

Something clicked into place, and suddenly it was like you could see one of those 3D eye-puzzles where the image was always out of sight until you focused just right. Bucky’s affection when talking about his friend, the haunted look in his eyes, it all made sense now.

“Steve saw the tail, I was in no damn condition to hide it, and the pheromones kicked in bad. I tried to fight it, but he said he wanted to help, so… I gave in. Didn’t have a choice at the time, but he kept helping me after that. I didn’t want to admit to myself that I’d had feelings for Steve long before then, and… God, this is not the way I wanted to tell you.” He gave a bitter laugh, and this time you did reach out and put your hand over his.

Bucky looked up at you, his eyes glass and red, and you squeezed his hand tighter.

“I’m glad he was there for you, Bucky.” And you meant it, too. You couldn’t imagine how terrified he’d been, his body rebelling against him, tormenting him until he was forced to have sex—

Or, maybe you could imagine it. You could imagine it, which was why you were suddenly so grateful to have Bucky there when you were scared and in pain. And you were glad Steve had been that person for Bucky.

Bucky’s expression softened as he whispered, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You interlaced your fingers with his. “Really glad. He seems like a great guy.”

“He is.” Bucky’s faint smile faded and the haunted look returned. “For a while, we were actually happy. We were in the middle of a war, part of a special unit trying to track down more of HYDRA’s occult labs, but we had each other and… I should have known it wouldn’t last.

“We were on a mission to retrieve Zola when it all went wrong. I fell from the train… and the Soviet branch of HYDRA found me.” Bucky’s expression darkened further, his lips pulling back from his sharp teeth. “I was in and out of conscious as they worked on the arm I lost, but I woke up during the surgery. I could feel Steve, hurting, dying. I found out later he’d plunged into the ice. Not dead, but… the bond was broken enough that I could be bonded to someone else. And I was.”

Bucky’s features twisted into bitterness as he looked down at your interlaced fingers.

“So my point is, no. It won’t kill you. But I won’t lie and say it won’t hurt. Because it’s gonna hurt like hell, and I’m sorry you’ll have to endure it.”

“Then—why do it at all?” you pled as you slid forward on the bed, sitting on its edge as you tightly gripped his hand. “If the bond is that dangerous, then we can stay here. They can monitor us and make sure no one can get hurt.”

Bucky shook his head before you’d stopped speaking.

“What kind of life is that? Keeping you trapped in this place like a prison. What would you tell your mom? Your sister?”

Eyes stinging, you looked away, hot shame now mixed in with your lingering, ever-present anger.

“That’s low, Bucky.”

“You have a life. You deserve to have a life.” He scoffed and for the first time finally sounded angry. He stood up, dropping your hand in the process, his tail twitching as he paced the floor in front of you. “How did you think this would end, realistically? That we’d get our happily ever after and go live in a two-story house with a white picket fence? Maybe a dog and two-point-five kids?”

Directed at you or not, you weren’t going to let that go unchallenged.

“What if I did?” you snapped, standing up from the bed. “Would that have been so bad? Maybe we could have made it work, but we’ll never know because you didn’t even try!”

He rounded on you and your heart leapt in your throat as you stumbled back. But Bucky didn’t do much more than glare.

“I am doing this… for you.”

“You’re doing this because you’re afraid!” you shot back.

“You’re goddamn right I’m afraid!”

He immediately closed his eyes and took a deep breath, curling his fists and releasing them. You stood completely rigid, barely breathing yourself.

Like a flower wilting, his shoulders sagged, curled wings drooping. Even his tail hung limp behind his legs.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.” He walked up to you, carefully keeping space between you. It hurt. “But this is the right thing to do. I regret I had to do it this way, without talking to you about it, but ultimately… it was my responsibility.”

“But—“

“This isn’t a romance, sweetheart. This is captivity.” Bucky met your eye and didn’t look away. “No matter how much I wish otherwise, we can’t be in a relationship when neither of us has the option to leave it.”

The words cut through the middle of your chest life a knife. Because nothing cut as deep as the truth.

You turned away and hugged your arms tightly around yourself, as if warding off a chill or protecting yourself. That’s what it certainly felt like. Shielding yourself from the pain blooming in your chest like a flower of daggers.

Bucky’s voice was close and low behind you, but still he didn’t touch you.

“I’ve spent the last two days getting things… prepared. I know this will be difficult for you and I didn’t want to leave you all alone, so I… reached out to Steve.”

You slowly turned back around.

“You… what?”

“Strange had his number.” Bucky dipped his hands into his pockets, pointedly avoiding eye contact. “When I called, Steve was shocked, to say the least. And then angry, which, I’m sure you can relate to.”

You shook your head, more to clear it than as actual response. Bucky reaching out to Steve was a huge deal, especially now that you knew the depth of their past relationship. You couldn’t even imagine how difficult that must have been for him.

“What… what did he say? What did you tell him? How much does he know?”

“Everything.” Bucky’s smile was brief and unhappy. “It’s why it took two days. We had a lot to talk about. He’s… mostly okay with it now. Just pissed. Not at you, of course. At me for not letting him know I’ve been alive all this time.”

As if in afterthought, Bucky rubbed his jaw.

“Bastard sure hits a lot harder than when he was scrawny.” At your concerned frown, he added, “Look, a sucker-punch to the face is the least I deserve, even if that bastard does hit like a truck these days.”

“Bucky…”

“My point is, I asked Steve to check up on you when I’m—“

“No.” You shook her head vehemently and grabbed him by the jacket. “No, stop talking like that. You’re not doing this. I won’t let you do this! You are not throwing your life away because of me!”

He wrapped his fingers over yours, his smile so sad it hurt.

“My chance at a good life was taken away from me a long time ago. It’s not too late for you. When this is all said and done, you can go back to your old life. You’ll have Steve to talk to, now that he knows who you are, and I know Davin will be there for you too.”

“Davin?” You wrinkled your nose. “Why would you bring up Davin?”

“Because he’s a good kid.”

You eyed him, wanting to say something scathing and sarcastic, but the way he was rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand was very distracting.

“I thought you didn’t like him,” you finally said.

“Okay, I admit,” Bucky said with a grimace, “I was more of a hard ass than I needed to be. I didn’t know the guy. I thought he was just some young punk who would run his mouth the first chance he got.”

He looked down and released a slow inhale.

“I was wrong. You know the whole erasing memories thing I can do?”

You blinked at the abrupt change of subject, but nodded slowly.

“Yes.”

“Well…” He released one of your hands to run his fingers through his hair, wings slightly shuffling behind him. “After we brought you and Davin here, I went and tracked down every human that was in contact with the heigore, before and after it had possessed your friend. I took away the memories that showed evidence he was acting odd. That’s what I was doing while you were at the Sanctum. When I was gone those few days.”

“Oh.” You remembered that time very clearly. The loneliness, the fear of abandonment. The boredom that had inevitably led you to follow Monster into the vault. You shivered.

“I was going to do the same to Davin. Erase the memories that the heigore was ever there. I can’t change memories, and the large gap in his memory wouldn’t have been good either, so Strange was going to give him the suggestion that he’d been very sick. But your friend, when I asked him if that’s what he wanted to do? He said no.”

Bucky slightly tilted his head brow dipped and his tail twitching with unease.

“He said, ‘If she has to remember it, then so will I. I don’t want her to have to live with it all alone.’”

Davin had said that? You were touched, really. But…

“Yeah, Davin is a good guy. And I’m sure Steve is too. But they’re not you, Bucky.”

“I know.” It was there in his eyes, quiet resolve. He wasn’t going to change his mind. You were going to lose him, and there was nothing you could do or say to change it.

“When?”

He didn’t have to ask what you meant.

“Tomorrow. Three PM.”

New Year’s Eve. You were going to lose Bucky just in time for the world to celebrate a new beginning.

That’s when the sorrow wormed its way into your heart. It weighed on your shoulders like gravity, and you didn’t know how you could stand. The conversation was over, and you were left with a blank numbness that felt uncomfortably close to dissociation.

You wouldn’t eat. You refused to go home. The wizards allowed you to stay the night without much of a fuss, and you couldn’t even give them a thank you.

Bucky stayed with you through your detached state. He held your hand, rubbed your back, tried to assure you that everything would be fine. You didn’t say a word.

He tried to get you to sleep but you just lay curled on your side, trying to make yourself small enough to disappear. It wasn’t until about 5 in the morning that there was some stirring of life in you. You crawled over on top of Bucky and buried your face in his neck.

Breathing you in, Bucky hugged you tightly, wrapping his wings around you and created a safe, protective bubble just for the two of you. Only then, did you allow yourself to cry.

Next Chapter

Crazy Little Thing Called Love - Mystery Pairing!

Requester: @happy-little-winchester

Summary: Love is written in a book by God himself. John and Mary were written there. So is the reader and *looks at snugged writing on hand* Seam Winchester. Aka, they don't know. After a hunt goes bad, the reader is left unconscious. The first name she speaks is who she was destined to be with.

Let's begin. I can tell that this will be multiple parts.

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Heaven 275 CE

God sat at his wooden desk, feet up on the wooden frame as he leaned back. He hummed, at the silence of the world below. Mostly because the only people left alive after the flood were Noah and his extended family. He was deep in thought when Metatron came into his domain.

"Father, the Cupids and I have finished the Book of Eros." He said, setting the book on the table.

"Perfect," God said, sitting properly and taking the book in his hands, "You may leave now, Metatron." Metatron nodded and left.

God hummed as he set the book down and began flipping through the pages. He grabbed a wooden cup from the desk. Noah had shown him their craftsmanship to get water. He had wanted to mimic his creation and drink as well even if he didn't need to. He took a sip and set the drink down. However, not used to the action, he coughed. Droplets of water came from his lips and onto to the delicate page and ink, it smudged in a blotch of blue and black.

"Uhhhh..." He grabbed his quill to fix his mistake, but couldn't remember who he had chosen for who.

"This will be fine." He said, closing the book.

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Another case meant another investigation for the the gang. They had come to a small, sleepy town for a case of couples killing each other. They had managed to summon a Cupid to answer some questions.

"Like I was telling Castiel, I have no power over who ends up with who." The Cupid said, sitting at the table of the motel room.

"Well there has to be something that determines it. God, someone?" Sam said, as he sat at the other end of the table.

"Please, God hasn't had anything to do with it since Noah." The Cupid said, snapping his fingers causing a steaming mug of coffee appear in his hands, "Unless. You count the Book of Eros." Dean stood up from his position on the bed.

"Book of Eros? What's that?" He asked. (Y/N) stood besides him, playing with her necklace.

"The Book of Eros was a book written by Metatron and the Cupids. To match humans together." Castiel said.

"And let me tell you, John and Mary. That was a big win when they got together." The Cupid said, sipping his coffee.

"Mom and Dad were big?" Sam asked, leaning closer.

"Oh yeah. Through their love they made you two. You guys were big news. What with the apocalypse and what not." Cupid said, leaning back on the chair.

"How do we get the book?" (Y/N) asked, "Soulmates are being killed and if we know who's next we can save them."

The Cupid choked on his coffee, "Um. No. Sweetie, you're precious and whoever your soulmate is, they will think you're precious. But you can't just get it. The book is under heavy lock and key. The only people who know the book is the original Cupid, Metatron and God."

"Well someone else must know, people are dying." Dean said seriously.

The Cupid stood and shook his head, "Listen, sexy lips." Dean's eyes widened at the nickname.

"I can't help you. Your angel buddy here might. But I'm pretty low in the love connection." He said, motioning to his actual pants, "I'm not like the working guys. Those guys are frilly and lovey dovey. I do office work." He snapped his fingers and disappeared.

"Well, that did jack." Dean grumbled and opened up the small fridge in the motel.

"Look, not all is lost." (Y/N) said, "The last two vics are still alive. If this thing wants couples dead so bad then it'll come for them. We should go to the hospital and be on the lookout."

"We can't do that until we know what it is, it's not safe." Dean said, "Cas, could you sniff around heaven and see if anything's happened to the book."

Cas squinted his eyes at the group, "I will search. If the book gives off an odor I suppose I could smell it." Before Dean could explain what he meant, Castiel was gone.

"He'll get there some day." (Y/N) patted Dean's back.

Sam was tapping away on his laptop, "So from what Jennifer and Matt told us at the hospital, they thought they were getting..." Sam looked between (Y/N) and Dean, "intimate with each other. But then something went bad. Matt was half dead when he went to save Jennifer."

"Sounds like a succubus, but not like a succubus we've ever dealt with." (Y/N) said. Dean huffed, grabbing the keys for the Impala.

"I'm gonna head to the gas station. You guys need anything?" Dean asked. Sam and (Y/N) nodded, no. He left after that.

Sam and (Y/N) sat in silence until she decided to break the ice.

"It's kinda weird." She said, playing with her fingers.

"What is?" Sam asked, looking up from his laptop.

"Just..." She stood up and began pacing, "We go our whole lives thinking that we at least have a choice in who we love but... In the end it's just written in a book. By God of all people."

Sam leaned back in his chair, "There's that. But at the same time it's comforting to know that there is someone for everyone. That it's... Destiny." He smiled.

"But it's like... What really matters?" She held her head, "The choices we make to be who we are. If I was a different person who was normal and lived an apple pie life, I would meet my soulmate maybe. But... Now it doesn't matter."

Sam stood up and faced her, "It's dangerous what we do, I get that. Regardless of everything." He put his hands on her shoulders, "You will find who loves you, no matter what. It's up to you to decide what to do. That's what we do."

(Y/N) chuckled and shook her head, "Since when did hunting get this complicated?"

Sam smirked, "I'd say when angels started showing up."

She smiled weakly, "Thanks Sam."

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After some more research, they'd found a match.

"A Chuiael." Sam said. (Y/N) set down her lore book.

"A what?"

"Chuiaels. A vampiric demon in Hindu lore. Lore says: when a woman dies in childbirth, the chuiaels returns as a beautiful woman that lures couples into its bed. Akin to the succubus, it has a reputation of being an excellent lover from the few people who survived this experience to report upon it. They claim that during the act of fellatio, it literally drains away their life."

"Did I hear fellatio?" Dean said as he opened the door.

"Yeah. This time anyway." (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Dean stuck his tongue out and set the bags down on the bed. Sam re-explained the chuiael.

"Well first things first, we see who's died of childbirth in the last couple years." Dean said, coming around to look at the laptop.

"Only one." Sam said, "In the midst of a divorce from her cheating husband, Erica McKellen went into labor. Erica and the baby both passed away."

"So Erica comes back as a chuiael. Starts killing off couples. Regardless of if they're soulmates or not." (Y/N) said, "Looks like that Cupid was useless."

Dean shook his head, "Uh. I don't know about that." He chuckled. The smile slipped from his face when (Y/N) and Sam gave him confused looks.

"What do you mean?" (Y/N) asked.

"Well, uh, we could find out who we're meant for. Like uh." Dean stumbled over his words till he got to a stable sentence, "Like me and Jennifer Aniston."

Sam smirked, "Dude, when are we ever going to run into Jennifer Aniston?"

"That's the fun part." Dean fell back on the bed and opened a Snickers bar, "You never know when or where."

"I was more of a Joey girl myself. So cute. But so so stupid." (Y/N) stood up and looked through the bags and was happy to see Dean had grabbed her a bag of gummy bears.

Sam chuckled, "He was the only genuine guy on that show. Maybe Chandler too."

"Rachel deserved so much better." Dean grumbled. (Y/N) hummed in agreement and sat on the other bed in the motel, opening the gummy bears.

Sam did a little more research, and since the chuiael was a demon, the an angel blade would do the trick.

When they made it to the hospital, they stopped at the food court. Mainly for salt, but the trio hadn't had any real food all day.

Sam had gone to ask a nurse if they had noticed any strange happenings, leaving (Y/N) and Dean to eat. (Y/N) was picking at her sandwich, deep in thought.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked around a bite of burger. She shook her head.

"It's nothin'." She said, sipping her drink. Dean raised an eyebrow at her.

"Right. Of course." He set down his burger, "Really, what's goin' on?"

"The Book of Eros thing really messed with me. Everything is written. We can't do anything to change it. And... What if I love someone who's not my soulmate." She said sheepishly, "It's like those feelings don't matter."

Dean nodded, "Ya know, this whole God being real and an absolute dick thing. Sometimes we go against what's supposed to happen. Like we stopped the apocalypse. That wasn't God's plan. Releasing the Darkness wasn't there either." He avoided eye contact when he mentioned Amara.

"Point is, I don't think those rules apply to us anymore."

She nodded, "That makes sense. Thanks." Dean nodded at her. They both went back to eating.

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That night, Dean and Sam sat watch outside the couples' rooms separated by a hall, angel blades at the ready. (Y/N) went to the lobby of the hospital. It was oddly empty but perfect for what she needed to do. She had found a Hindu cleansing ritual called a abhisheka, which called for water, curd, milk, honey, ghee, sugar cane, rosewater and a diety's image. She had chosen Vishnu, seen as a protector. She put all the ingredients in a bowl and was about to recite the incantation when her candles all blew out. She looked around, and saw a figure in the distance. It looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't make out who.

"There you are." The voice from the figure was distorted, like two people were speaking.

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Rankin’ the Waifus

I feel like when you’re drunk with friends, you either have the best ideas ever, or the worst ideas. Which is this? Well, at first, I thought this was a fantastic idea, given that @fukae-flwr challenged Drunk Me to do this, until she gave me the rules. . . The rules made it even harder for Drunk Me to do, leaving Sober Me to rise to the challenge, just to prove her wrong. Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Persephone, you have too many Waifus, ranking them is like picking between them is impossible,” but I finally, after a lot of debate, reviewing, and “friendly” discussions, involving way to much cussing and slamming of hands with friends, I was finally able to settle on the list, so without further ado, here are the rules.

1) Only one character from the franchise.

2) They have to be Waifus, not favorite characters (this rule comes in to play a lot later on).

Let’s kick off this list now with the easiest thing, the honorable waifus.

Honorable Mentions:

Now, these are in no particular order, because even leaving them off the top 10 was hard enough.

Lucy Heartfillia: Fairy Tail

This one waifu per series is the only reason why Lucy had to be cut from the main list. Let’s clear something up here, Lucy is Top Tier Waifu, especially in a series with as many Waifus as there are. Lucy has everything, from a fantastic development, to a great personality, to a gorgeous character design, and she definitely deserves more praise in the series than she gets. Sadly, my waifu choice from this series, only barely beats Lucy, but not mentioning her would be a crime.

Rindo Kobayashi: Shokugeki no Souma

Rindo is the most obvious choice from this waifu heavy series. She’s spunky, entertaining, and a glutton to boot, but above all, she’s actually a terrifying opponent to go against, especially since she’s one of the best cooks in the series. I mean hell, she literally uses alligator in one battle simply because she just felt like it, and her being apart of Centrol and having access to as many resources as they do. From the moment she’s introduced, she stole every scene she was in, even if it was just for a panel or two, if that’s not a waifu, I don’t know what is.

Maika Sakuranomiya: Blend S

This is where that waifu rule plays in.  Maika is my waifu of the series, not my favorite character; that title is held strong by Hidori, the trap idol who steals the series from the moment they are introduced in episode 8.  Maika, and her non-intentional sadistic look, make her the best waifu choice.  It’s endearing, and sweet to watch her try her hardest to not be sadistic, but fail making all of us fall in love with her more.  Also, who doesn’t love a bit of sadism in their waifus?

C.C: Code Geass

Ah, the waifu who started this whole drunken debate.  She’s the classic, Pizza Hut loving, immortal waifu, who is literally unforgetable.  The latest addition of her to my massive figure collection only reminded me just how strong of a waifu choice she really is, despite being from one of the oldest series on this list.  

Mayoi Hachikuji, Tsubasa Hanekawa, Hitagi Senjougahara:  The Monogatari Franchise

Honestly, a solid argument could be made for any of these girls to be the second best waifu.  You have Hanekawa, the lovely class president who only knows what she knows, Hitagi, the tsundere who has an unhealthy obsession with stationary, Mayoi, the dead snail ghost-turned-god girl who has literally the cutest bit with Araragi in the entire series, or even Karen and Tsukihi, the Fire Sisters of our main character.  Every girl in this series is a valid choice; well all but Nadako.  Fuck Nadako.  

Now that those mentions are out of the way, let’s get to the truly hard part.  

Top Ten Waifus: 

10: Homura Akemi: Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Okay, she’s not really 10, but I’m still mad at her, and after a full hour of debate, I still couldn’t justify putting her above any of the 9 other waifus who I wasn’t eternally mad at, so that valid.  Homura is such a bad ass, and honestly, one of the more deadlier choices of a waifu, adding on the massive magical girl obsession I have, I physically couldn’t leave her off the list.  

9: Brandish μ: Fairy Tail

Ah, Brandish, the Nation Destroyer herself.  She’s perfect, in every way, and I’ve loved her from the moment she was introduced in the final arc, and by far one of the standouts of Alvarez.  She’s adorable with her unique design, a massive cat obsession, and a stupidly powerful magic.  Also, she’s one of the few characters to actually get some development in the entire arc.  Mashima didn’t do a lot of good things in that arc, but he did gift the world with Brandish, so I can’t be too upset.  

8: Retsuko: Aggretsuko

One of the most relatable waifus anyone could ask for, but what more could I say that isn’t obvious?  She’s a Sanrio Red Panda who works in an office, hates her boss, and sings Death Metal kareoke.  I know she’s supposed to be an adorable mascot meant as a way to get us to spend money on her merchandise, but damnit Sanrio, did you have to make her this cute?!  Ugh, just take all my money already.  

7: Minako Aino (Sailor Venus): Sailor Moon

This is where the waifu of the series rule killed me.  My favorite character is Hotaru (Saturn), but I wouldn’t consider her a waifu; she’s more of a badass senshi who can literally destroy an entire galaxy with one swoosh of her Silence Glaive.  The only three I would consider waifu enough for this list are Seiya, Usagi, and Minako, but after breaking it down throughly with @fukae-flwr​, we were finally able to come down to the decision that Seiya, while being fantastic in every way, is not a waifu, and Usagi, while being relatable as fuck and lovable to boot, is and can only be Seiya’s Waifu, leaving Minako, the winner of the debate, and for good reason too.  She’s loveable, kind, caring, powerful and the leader of the inner senshi, and S Tier waifu material, so overall, I can’t be unhappy with the outcome of the debate.  

6. Android 21:  The Dragonball Franchise

Okay, this one was the hardest series for me to pick just one waifu from.  With so many choices, from Bulma to Android 18 to even Launch, (remember her? no? It’s okay, even Toriyama doesn’t).  I love all most of the Dragonball Waifus, so why did I ultimately settle for for the best Video Game Bae?  Simple.  She’s a badass who is hot as hell and literally eats people. . . .so a kink basically, but like, can you blame me?

5. Himako Toga: My Hero Academia

A knife wielding, psychopathic, serial killing yandere schoolgirl? There isn’t even a contest, Toga is best girl.  Period.  I will fight anyone who says otherwise.  

4. Stocking Anarchy: Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt

Again, this is another obvious choice as far as waifus go.  It was during yet another rewatch of this underrated show that I realized how much I genueinly love Stocking, and she’s clearly the better choice over Panty.  Stocking is the sweets loving, emo fallen angel/demon who cusses like a sailor and is into bondage.  Yes, I am aware, it’s another kink, but I don’t care, not even a little bit.  

3: Shalltear Bloodfallen: Overlord

Yeah, I choose Shalltear over Albedo.  Shalltear is best girl, and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.  I will admit though, that while Albedo is gorgeous and a great choice, Shalltear is a vampire with lesbian tendencies, and that instantly puts her above the virgin succubus.  Thank you Lord Peroroncino. 

2. Shiro: No Game No Life

When making this list, and talking out all of the waifu ranking, there were two that didn’t budge on the list at all, Shiro, and the number one choice.  Shiro is perfect, and even in a series with freaking fox people and Jibril, and that says something.  

1. Shinobu Oshino ( Kiss-Shot Acerola-Orion Heart-Under-Blade): The Monogatari Franchise

Meet the Best Waifu in existence.  Honestly, it doesn’t matter if she’s in her Shinobu form, or her fully powered vampire form.  Shinobu/Kiss Shot is by far the best waifu anyone could have.  She’s a freaking powerful vampire that’s gorgeous, and mysterious in her true form, and even in her weaker form still manages to be powerful, snarky, and adorable as hell.  Also, her reaction to donuts will literally be the greatest thing in waifu history.  Ugh, I love her.  

And there you have it.  10 waifus ranked, and it only took three days, three people to rant to, and a shitton of headache pain killers later.  @fukae-flwr​ told you I could do it.  Next challenge. . . Husbandos.   Oof.  

So yeah. . . . Thoughts I guess?

D&D Style Medieval Fantasy RPG (Choices Game)

D&D Style Medieval Fantasy RPG (Choices Game)

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⚔️ OLD-SCHOOL D&D-STYLE TEXT ADVENTURE WITH MODERN TWISTS! If you like old-school D&D-style RPG games where you make the choices for the main character, this is for you! Play a wizard, a succubus, a ranger, and a rogue in this epic series of text-based games. Here, old-school doesn’t mean primitive. There are hundreds of achievements to uncover—from the silly and surprising to the epic. As you make choices, stats go up and down, with rarely an “instant death”. You have ready options for going back on choices while gripping you with a sense of suspense and challenge. ⚔️ SIMPLE, YET ADDICTIVE GAMEPLAY Medieval Fantasy RPG is dead-simple to learn, yet hard to master. You read and make choices, that’s it, but the consequences of your choices are not always obvious. It's like a series of your favorite fantasy novels, but gamified to be even more awesome! Soon you will be immersed in an RPG richer than any you have played before because your own imagination is driving what you see, hear, and touch. ⚔️ PLAY A MASSIVE, WELL-THOUGHT-OUT STORY! This huge series of intertwining story lines is made up of over 1 MILLION words! Over 7 years has gone into the development! You start off playing a character in search of glory and loot, but soon delve into a world of deadly conspiracy and parallel universes. Later, the story continues as you switch to playing a succubus (demon), and then a rogue—each with their own personality and goals. Also, there’s more on the way! Like a good D&D campaign, it doesn’t end. ⚔️ ACTUALLY FREE AND NO PAYING FOR A CHOICE Play well and you will be rewarded with the currency you need to finish everything without spending a penny. Hunt down those achievements, get the high ranks, and choose to watch the rewarded videos as they become available. Not that I don’t appreciate your monetary support and I’m confident that you will find it well worth it, but know that you do not have to. Unlike many choice-based games, you do NOT spend currency to make choices. No choice is walled off from you for need of gems, etc. nor is there any such hint to spoil which is the “better choice”. You choose! ⚔️ REAL ROLE-PLAYING To succeed, you must put yourself in the boots of your character and do what’s best for him or her, even if it’s not what you would normally do. This requires more than logic, but also empathy for your character and the situation he/she finds themselves in. This is role-playing in its purest form. ⚔️ EASY ON BATTERY AND STORAGE. EVEN PLAY OFFLINE! Although this is a huge interactive story, offering many hours of enjoyment, it’s a tiny download and you can even play offline. ⚔️ Origin Got this far? Well, let me tell you about the origin of this game. My name is Sam. I grew up with Dungeons and Dragons (1st edition, yeah!) and Choose Your Own Adventure books in rural Wisconsin, a place where imagination offered the most expedient means of escape. Decades later, I wanted to see if I could combine the best of fantasy writing with mobile game design in order to make reading addictive. Over six years ago, I left my corporate job to embark on a quest to create the best Interactive Fiction package I could. Over those years, I’ve been working full-time in my backyard shed striving to keep on the right side of sanity as I drift off into other worlds. This isn’t quite as sad as it sounds. My shed is insulated against Seattle’s winter chill, I invested in a standing desk, and my monitor is pretty sweet. I’ve had help from contractors over the years, which has been a lifesaver, particularly for art which I'm hopeless with. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my obsession and maybe I’ll hear from you via mail, etc. People like you make the sacrifice, the isolation, and the ups-and-downs of the brutal mobile business worth it. :) Demon's Choice 8 is live! Please send feedback via "Contact Us" from the main menu. Thanks for all your support and keeping the dream alive!

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Lust, Laughter, and the Land of Oz

Remember what things were like before COVID? Yeah? No? Because I do, just barrely.  Here’s something i wrote just before it hit, in February, just three months before i got sick -- i was feeling pretty good mentally, too.  Hadn’t had to take my anti-psychotic in about 4 months, and was still happily in my I’m-single-for-almost-four-years-and-don’t-want-to-change-it mode.   

I know i’ve been bitching pretty incessantly for the past few posts about this ”relationship” that ended recently, but the fact is, things never got the chance to get physical (COVID, hello) so i suppose technically, i never broke that 4-year streak.  ANYWAY. Here’s where my head was concerning sex, love, and all that nonsense before the shit hit the fan.  Since we can’t backdate things on here, i’m just copying it from my Wordpress blog and throwing it up here with a long-winded explanation before i move on to other subjects, and close the book on All Things Romantic for awhile.  I just wanted to post this to remind myself where i was coming from before things took a wrong turn, now that i’m feeling better; 

Which is that sex is perfectly good and fine and healthy, but i suck at the whole relationship thing, and i need to remember that before getting involved with anyone (particularly since my ASPD -- not so much my SZA -- crap tends to impede my judgement in that regard, let’s be honest. I am often attracted to unhealthy types, and that’s not good for me, as i’m working hard on getting better, not feeding the Beast).  

What this shows me -- and reminds me of, is that i’ve been attracted to happier, healthier types lately. And that’s really a good thing. While things may have ended on an unpleasant note with this last one, and he definitely wasn’t the healthiest guy in the world, he was FAR from abusive and horrible.  He was just immature and flighty and a host of other things, but not the usual fare i tend to go for (i.e., somewhere in the neighborhood of my diagnosis, but the evil, ultra-narcissistic, super fucked-up, unmedicated/untreated version; either that, or just a completely useless, quasi-depressed child with substance abuse issues. Take your pick. Now that i think of it, He might have fit into that 2nd category...). 

So, with no further ado...

Feb 5, 2020 - 

Sexual ambivalence when you’re single is such a useless, silly, obsessive state. Once you’re there, it’s so impossibly difficult to get out. Like when you’re a kid, at the bottom of the slide, trying to climb up to the top when you’re wearing only socks and have a case of the giggles. You’re just going to keep sliding back down again. And the thing of it is, you really don’t mind…except for the fact that you never get a really good slide in, because you never quite make it all the way to the top.

Are my metaphors getting too convoluted?

Bear with me, here…

It’s been nearly four years, with the exception of one ill-advised and poorly executed fumble into one-night stand territory two summers ago, since I’ve had sex; and I almost don’t count that time, since I was inebriated, didn’t come, and the guy was so tedious and odd in his behavior – what with his bemoaning the “perfect” ex-girlfriend one minute while we’re in bed, then telling me he can’t believe someone as beautiful as me would sleep with him the next (not to mention the consequent bizarre stalker-like behavior that continues to this day) that I almost feel like I can erase it from the board because the universal system of checks and balances surely indicates that I get to start from scratch when it comes to that one. Right?

Anyway, the point is it’s been a long time. Previous to that, I was in an abusive relationship, and the last time he fucked me, it was so angry that I felt like he was trying to exact some kind of bizarre, bad porno film-esque revenge on me, so that barely counts in my book either. So I’d say I’m about due for a toe-curling orgasm, or a hundred. Like, on a regular basis, from whomever the fuck I please, whenever I want, for the rest of the year. Or, month? How many orgasms are a reasonable amount to expect in a month’s time? I’ll be damned if I know – it’s been far too long since I’ve had that sort of sex life. Which is stupid, since that used to be my modus operandi.

I’ve always known how bad I am at relationships. I’ve been broken in that regard from the word Go. There are any number of reasons I’ve stayed single for the past three and a half years – and indeed, plan on staying that way. I could go into detail, which I have in previous posts, but the heart of the matter is a woeful lack of judgment and boundaries on my part. My taste in men is so bad, it’s actually notorious amongst my circle of friends. When I haven’t seen someone in awhile, a common question is;

“So, you’re not…dating anybody…are you?”, accompanied by a worried expression.

I truly am that bad at choosing men to be in relationships with. The more violent the nature, the more obsessive, and the longer the prison term the better has been my motto (and yes, there have been one or two exceptions. But literally, just…one or two). And so, I prefer to keep a safe distance from the whole mess. Over the years, in fact, I’ve come to realize that I’m much better off when I’m single. This has always been the case, all the way back when I was in my twenties, and ostensibly not yet jaded.

I’m OK with this. Because I’m not the type that needs to be in a relationship to be “complete”. I don’t get lonely, in that sense. I have friends. I might have done occasionally when I was younger, and made more wholeheartedly pathetic attempts at being in “real, grown up relationships” that would last, but anyone who’s known me for long knows I’ve always been happier single.

Sex was never really a problem – I got that whole thing sorted out early on. After some childhood trauma and a teenage rape, I set out to fix myself of the abject terror, pain, disassociation, and ultimate inability to feel a thing. I did that with a series of handpicked lovers (several of them one night stands). Sort of an immersion therapy deal. I figured out how to ask for what I needed, and how to get out quick if it was obvious the guy wasn’t interested in getting me off (or turned out to be dangerous). And now I love sex. Which has the unfortunate effect of making some men think you love them. I’m not sure how that works, but there it is. And fuck, is it annoying. The way some people confuse lust and love has always been astounding to me. I tried explaining this problem to some hippies I knew years ago, and they looked at me like I was some kind of evil succubus. I guess that whole peace and love thing didn’t allow for the finer points of fucking…

Anyway, I spent so much time figuring out how to be good at sex, but I hadn’t the first clue about being good at relating to men in the context of a relationship. How to draw boundaries. How to stay safe emotionally, and even physically. And time and again, it’s been disastrous.

But, as for male friends, I couldn’t ask for a better bunch of guys. I picked a group of really stand-up men. And with the exception of a couple whom I’d fuck on occasion, on and off over the years (because they didn’t ask anything more of me, or get things twisted), they weren’t guys I was crossing that line with (well, except for the one time I did, and that just ended up as you’d expect – disastrously. And that was my fault, because I was grieving my son, and was a huge mess). My guy friends are all intelligent, fun, cool, creative people who genuinely care about me. They call me on my bullshit, and regularly tell me how intelligent, talented, and beautiful I am, when I feel anything but.

So…why do I make such terrible choices when it comes to romantic relationships? Well, if I knew that, we wouldn’t be here now would we? Actually, I do have a pretty good idea why – and of course it’s all down to being brought up in a house full of mental illness, abuse, and the resulting lack of boundaries and high tolerance for chaos/ideas of what’s “normal” that skew my perceptions in the relationships department. And that’s a Hell of a lot harder to fix than sex.

So, I stick to sex.

Or, at least I did. But, things have been off for a few years now. Even before the abusive relationship 3 1/2 years ago, it’s been like I’ve been dead inside since all of the death and loss I’ve endured, really. Ever since then, I really just haven’t had the life force it takes to have a healthy libido. Which sucks. Losing such a huge part of who you are because you’ve lost people you love is like walking around with a huge hole in the center of your chest. And it’s a long, slow climb back to being a whole person again.

Then the real surprise is finding out that, after you’ve worked through all that grief, you aren’t at all the same person you used to be.

Fast forward to two weekends ago.

So there I am, sitting at a local haunt, listening to my girlfriend M tell me that the bartender is flirting with me (for the 47 millionth time) and aren’t I going to do anything about it?

M is my opposite in so many ways – the brunette with the wild sex life and raging libido, the Lonely Hearts Club girl just looking for love, to my misanthropic, stoic, cold, Blonde lce Queen that I’ve become. We make a great pair. She’s always got some guy waiting in the wings, whilst I’m forever fending off her offers to hook me up with “this great guy she knows”.

I tell her she needs to be less dependent on men for her sense of self worth; that there is joy in being alone and getting to know oneself. And she tells me I need to stop being so damn untrusting – that I need to let a little bit of fun and risk into my life, that I’m too young to be so frigid. We’re both right, of course.

For months, she has been the voice of my deadened, dormant sex drive – like the insistent little breath of spring to my boring, snow-bound, sexless, Persephone alter-ego — stuck underground with my shitty husband Hades (that’s how I anthropomorphise my sex drive for the past few years), who just wants to hang out with the souls of the Dead, watch football and drink mead.

But, this time, for some reason, I listen. This time…instead of rolling my eyes at her and commenting that he’s too young, or too skinny, or too shaggy, or too cheerful, or whatever, I instead notice he’s actually pretty cute, and that he’s looking at me with what can only be described as unmistakable desire as he approaches me with liquid brown eyes and a drink, and sets it down in front of me. Then he knocks M’s glass, spilling some of her water onto the bar, then immediately cracks the snappiest joke, which makes me laugh so hard I actually snort. Then he turns to me and asks if there’s anything else I want.

And it’s then I realize – my entire body has that tingly feeling I used to get as a kid from when people would play with my long hair, when he looked at me just now; I am like a cat, internally all langorous, and purring…

And I think, Yes, yes there it is. I want him.

And it may not ever happen – because I can’t think that definitively yet. But, yes. I want. Maybe it will happen with him, or maybe with someone else. The possibilities are…pretty much wide open. The point is, I actually, really, truly feel Lust for someone for the first time in years.

Over the summer, I wrote about that jerk I knew from my old bartending gig who walked me home, then grabbed me and kissed me – I wrote how it was actually a pretty great kiss, but there was no liquid melting of my insides, and I was drunk (actually not how I usually go about these things), he wanted me to invite him in but I was like fuck no…and then the next time I saw him he was a little shit to me because I wouldn’t fuck him that night. Well, that all flashed in front of my eyes for a moment as I sat there with this cute, scruffy guy staring at me with his big, doe eyes and then I remembered;

“Yeah, but you didn’t want to fuck that guy in the slightest…so your instincts were spot on”.

And suddenly it’s like that moment when Dorothy steps out of her house in Oz, and everything is in Technicolor after a lifetime of boring Sepia. I notice the curl of hair falling into his eyes as he watches my fingers wrap around the glass. I notice how his breath hitches a bit as I lean towards him and bring the scotch to my lips. I notice that I feel every muscle in my stomach and thighs when I shift my weight on the chair, and the slight burn of the liquid as it moves down my throat. Little things. Mostly I feel that sensual self awareness that comes from knowing someone’s eyes are on me – eyes that I actually want to be watching me.

“I’ll let you know,” I tell him.

“I’ll be right here,” he says, a kind of goofy lilt to his voice.

Which is perfect, because I don’t want this to feel like a big, serious moment; this reawakening of my finally, finally feeling sexy again after so long. It should be a little silly, a little lighthearted! In fact, that’s part of what does it for me. The few, rare times I viscerally connect with someone, it’s because they’ve made me laugh first. And I realize that’s why I’m attracted to this guy…because he did something completely goofy yet sharply funny (a woefully rare combo) earlier and made me laugh – like, really laugh, from down in my belly. Had, in fact, done so several times throughout the evening. He has, actually, this kind of upbeat, silly but witty, whipsmart vibe about him that just positively reeks of happiness. It is utterly charming, and so, so very sexy. And a far cry from the usual, darkly depressive brooding but witty types I usually go for.

And that told me something even more important – that I’ve finally come back enough from the dark where I can appreciate a person like that, who emits so much joy, can exude such a sense of life, and who can make me really, really laugh. Laugh without irony.

From there, all the rest follows. And maybe, there’s hope for me yet.

ace hang plays noctis umbra

Lily: Us? Do stupid things like waste our time playing random flash games? Yes! Absolutely! We’re crazy! 

Brid: So, is this a dating sim, because I’m getting The Arcana vibes, or... 

Lily: DUNGEON DRAGONS SIMULATOR

Brid: No. 

Lily: Oh my god it is a dating sim. Look. Otome. 

Brid: Oh, that’s so funny.... I guess we’re playing another otome, then. 

Lily: And just like always, you’re gonna thirst over the protagonist. 

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Lily: “Enter a name.”

Brid: Dick. 

Lily: No. MyDude. 

Brid: I’m screaming, why are you like this. 

Lily: I mean, it won’t make much sense, but, like... 

Brid: What, would you have nicknamed Riley “MyDude” too?

Lily: No, Riley’s “Mah Girl”. 

Brid: Why can’t we name this person “Mah Girl”?

Lily: WE HAVE SIX LETTER SLOTS EXACTLY

Brid: SO???

Lily: “MAH” IS THREE LETTERS! M-A-H!

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Brid: “It’s one of those nights where no amount of substance, no amount of alcohol can make me feel-”

Lily: *to the tune of supercalifragilisticexpialidocious* OH GRIZZLED THIRTY SOMETHING BROWN HAIRED WHITE MALE ALCOHOLIC, HIS FAMILY’S ALL DEAD SO NOW HIS MOOD IS VITRIOLIC

Brid: WE ARE A WOMAN

Lily: HE TRIES TO DROWN HIS MEMORIES WITH LOTS OF GIN AND TONIC

Brid: WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Lily: GRIZZLED THIRTY SOMETHING-

Brid: STOP IT

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Brid: Damn, we look COOL as shit. 

Lily: And now this bald fucker’s coming over to demand shit from us. 

Brid: You ain’t got no hair! You ain’t got shit! No one’s gonna romance you bro!

Lily: So is this supposed to be a magical world, or... 

Brid: Who knows. Who’s this guy that just smashed our glass? 

Lily: “Hey what are you having?” “A shitty day fuck off” LMAO

Brid: I sincerely hope she says fuck. She’s just... she just looks like she’d say fuck. 

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Brid: DID WE JUST GET SHOT

Lily: Oh my god, why does this always happen?

Brid: WhAT DOES THAT MEAN

Brid: DID WE JUST EAT HIM

Brid: WHAT

Lily: Who’s Mr. Demon Eyes here?

Brid: “Just kill me.” Kill me and I will eat you. 

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Brid: “Welcome to Upper East 🅱️elbourne!”

Lily: .... how the fuck did you do that with your mouth

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Lily: “We’re like you, MyDude. We are Nocturnals.” Cue Underworld by Vamps. 

*two seconds of underworld by vamps plays in the background*

Brid: ... Does that look like a vampire to you? 

Lily: Didn’t we eat the guy?

Brid: Boi. 

Lily: Listen, we just fucking eat people, and that’s cool. 

Brid: Om nom nom. Anyway, what are your thoughts on Love Interests 1 and 2? 

Lily: ... I don’t feel any dick rising. 

Brid: You don’t have a dick, but I gotcha. 

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Lily: Oh, Ae-Ri’s Asian? 

Brid: Korean, from the sound of the name. She looks cute. Definitely seeing the Korean fashion here. 

Lily: Yeah. 

Brid: Yeah, brother’s Tae. She’s definitely Korean. 

Lily: Stan. She’s kinda cute. I like her. 

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Lily: “We are called Noctis Umbra. Protectors of the night.”

Brid: That’s edgy. Noctis Umbra. What the fuck.... “Well, that’s edgy.” ffffffffff

Lily: Wow, you two are just in sync. 

Brid: “Sorry, demons with too much time on their hands was a mouthful.”

*they crack up*

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Lily: “I’m taking a week off after this bullshit to finish my painting”

Brid: “it’s a great painting”. GAAAYYYYYYY

Lily: You’re looking into it too hard. 

Brid: GAY. 

Lily: Fine. 

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Brid: “So uh you’re half succubus”

Lily: This is the sequel to Fuck Boys. It’s Fuck Girl. 

Brid: Eros to Thanos. 

Lily: Damn, were those pussy pics she was sending? What was up with those pics in the first place? 

Brid: “Shut up let’s just finish the job”

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Lily: “Took you long enough, hunter.”

Brid: Is this Adrian, if he were a ginger?

Lily: Shut up, now I can’t get the image out of my head. 

Brid: Oh, his name’s Luca. 

Lily: Like the guy from Bayonetta? 

Brid: C, not K. 

Lily: “Don’t you understand?!”

Brid: “No. No I don’t.”

Lily: “No. No you don’t.” There’s just an awkward silence for a few moments before MyDude just decks him.

Brid: Great name choice, by the way. It made the rest of this really funny. 

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Lily: “I can help you feed.” Suck my dick. Immediately. 

Brid: She just decks him and she breaks out of the dream. 

Lily: Okay, so this guy is obligatory “I can help you reach your full potential” guy. 

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Brid: “Think you can make me lose trust in people? Assflash, newshole! I don’t trust anyone!” 

Lily: What an edgelord. Someone call Brooke. 

Brid: I actually think Brooke would enjoy it if it were a desktop app. 

Lily: Hey Google, how do we download flash games? 

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Lily: Okay, as edgy as this whole thing is, I’m actually really enjoying it. 

Brid: Yeah. Not exactly black and white morality here, thank god. And the music’s great. 

Lily: Now can we blast Underworld by-

Brid: No. 

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Brid: “Don’t waste my FUCKING time” OOHHHHH SHE SAID FUCK

Lily: SHE SAID FUCK

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Lily: RANA SAYS FUCK

Brid: RANA SAYS FUCK!!!

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Lily: WE PINNED HIM

Brid: “You know, I’m finding myself to be oddly aroused-”

*Lily just punches Brid IRL*

Brid: OW WHAT

Lily: ... sorry

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Brid: “Anyway that ginger bitch you met just wants human genocide” Wow. That’s a twist. 

Lily: Who’s right? Ginger Bitch or Yellow Eyes White Guy? 

Brid: You just cannot go a day without roasting another fictional character? 

Lily: Nope. I like them, though. 

Brid: Huh. 

Edited story

The Demon half-breed Chapter 1: The beginning? Or is it? 3rd POV What some people don't realize is that there is always a dark side to everything called madness and that madness is what some people call a curse but the thing about curses. They can be someone else's salvation from death. To give a man a second chance to be great or be the worlds destruction or when a goddess gives him a chance to sign a contract to unleash that power so you don't fear madness or the psychotic you only fear........fear it self because what is unknown is known to another. There is only one man no........ teenager able to hold this power he is known as Tyler Rodgers, but to the world of the unknown he is a demon consumed by madness known as Rex The Red. He used to be the strongest person in the demon world. Then he was caged like an animal only able to see the world but never able to actually do anything. Now we find him being forced to move to a new country so he can learn how to control this power. Now you may be wondering what kind of school can teach someone like him well that place is a school built by monsters for monsters, Yokai Academy Tyler POV "Now why am I being forced to go to this damn school?" I said. "Because you need to control your powers" said the school headmistress Ms.Viper. I glared at her in annoyance "I don't have my powers because someone decided to seal them off, so how am I supposed to learn to control them oh dear Headmistress?!?!" I said my anger coming of in waves of energy with my demonic wings coming out and my eyes glowing red. "No" said a girl that follows me named. Valentine hitting me on the head with a ladle and a smile. See Valentine's a full blooded demon unlike me and she is the total opposite of me. Where when I am in my demon form I am consumed by rage. But she is a love demon or to be exact a succubus. The reason why she is with me is because she says I am her "Destined one" so yeah weird. Me actually meeting her was actually a very scary experience Flashback: It was February 14th. Valentine's Day the one day that makes my soul burn. Well that's considering the fact that my soul is being burnt back together while I lay in a hospital bed "This sucks!" I yelled to no one in particular. That's when the hell of my week walked into my room "How are you sweetheart" said the nurse."Go away and once I get out of here I will never be calling you for a date!!!!!!" "Awww don't be like that sweetie you and I both know that you'll be back for me." She winked at me now I am a little scared to be in the same room as her. "So when am I getting out of here?" I said. "Sadly today..............so get up you're free to go home and call me whenever you want." She said."No I won't and I AM FREE!!!!!!" I yelled while I ran out of the building strait into someone "oh looks like I was just about to miss you Mr.Rodgers or should I say" she got closer to my ear and whispered "Rex The Red?" At that moment I had two options 1.Run like hell or 2. Turn around and speak to the person behind me "Personally I believe option two would be the best option." She said. "Well lady" "it's Ms.Viper to you." she said cutting me off "Ok Ms.Viper you know me then I take it?" I said with a smirk. "Well yes I would say that I know you enough to know what you would choose in this type of scenario." "Well then Lady you don't know shit about me or you would know that for me there is always a third choice." I could tell that she was looking at me confused "What do........." I cut her off by jumping 50ft into the air and growing my wings and flew away. "That Ms.Kitsune is why I brought you here with me." "Please just call me Valentine Ms.Viper but I see your point in bringing me." Valentine said with a dazed look in her eyes. 'You will be mine Tyler even if I have to follow you to the end of the world!!!!!!!' thought Valentine. 3rd POV "Tyler what are you thinking about?!?!?!?" Valentine asked with concern. "How I might fall in love with a random girl that's not you."Tyler responded with a smirk. Tyler then heard sniffling coming from beside him. He turned to see Valentine on the verge of tears "You wouldn't do that now would you Tyler? I mean it has to be only me and you there can be no one else I......I would kill who ever gets in my way!!!!!!!!" Tyler POV 'Oh my god she has gone psycho!!!!!!' "That's what you get for letting her follow you home you Baka" said Rex "Will you shut the hell up!!!!!!" I responded back. 'It's not my fault that she's in love with me anyway shit when she found me the second time she was kind of psycho.' Just then the bus stopped and and the bus driver looked back at us and said "You know kids that this school is different from other schools at the students are even more different." "Don't worry about me" my eyes glowed red at this point " I. Am the one that is different from them." I ran off the bus before Valentine could even get out of her seat "TYLER!!!!!!" "hahahaha!!!!!" A few yards away I had gotten away from her and I was walking through a dead forest looking at the water that just happened to be red "That's weird" That's when someone ran into the back of me "wwwwaaaaahhhhh!!!!" I heard a feminine voice cry out. I turned around and looked down I saw a girl with pink hair and a Rosairo around her neck 'God damn it she's a vampire' she then looked up at me "sorry about that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going" "oh yeah well here let me help you up" I said sticking my hand out to her. "My name is Moka what is yours?" She said while looking at me with a blush on her face 'Oh god damn it why me?' "Yeah um I'm Tyler so I will be going now!!!!!" I tried to make my get away but the vampire was persistent "Wait!!" 'OH GOD DAMN IT RUN!!!!' I ran for my life scared of the thought of another girl in love with me. 5minute later "I finally made it to the damn school!!!!!" I yelled to the sky and everyone in the court yard looked at me funny "Hola! Como esta? Me Llama Tyler!" The students started whispering to others "what's wrong with him?" "What did he say?" I yelled " DON'T LOOK AT ME THEN IF YOU DON'T WANT SOMETHING TO HAPPEN!!!!!!!!" Everyone looked away at that time and ignored me. "That's better." "OH Tyler~~~~" 'oh god no please not be Valentine or that vampire chick' next thing I know I am being dragged around by Ms.Viper while she acts like a schoolgirl. "Oh I finally have you here Tyler and you will be like the son I never had!!!!" "Wait when did this happen because I know that I didn't agree to be your son or to you being my mom!" Then she stopped she turned and was on the verge of tears "B....Bu......But I just thought.............we could be family" she said with a tear rolling down her cheek. "Gr fine fine I will think about it!" I said "NO YOU WILL ACCEPT THAT I AM YOUR MOTHER!!!!!!" "FUCK NO YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT YOU ARE MY MOTHER" I yelled back at her "their dead and I don't want YOU to replace them" surprising her with tears flowing down my face. "But Re..I mean Tyler don't be like that you already are my child the day your damn mother died!!!!!" She said happily. Rex's prison 'You now what must be done Tyler.' 'You and I both know we don't know how to unleash you.' 'Figure it out you damn idiot it can't be that hard' 3rd POV "Gr aaah" Tyler attacked her with enough force to break down a wall to the outside. "What are you doing Tyler?!?!" yelled Ms.Viper. But to the entire court yard what was there was nothing they have ever seen. What did stand there in the hole in the wall was a man that was only heard of legend. Tyler stood there but all of his skin was slowly peeling away with the muscle still attached being replaced with demonic armor . The atmosphere was deathly it also left everyone feeling terrified. Before anything could happen a pitch black vortex opened up to show a teenage girl "Well seems you like your new home Tyler" the girl said as arms made out of shadows grabbing Tyler's arms and legs bringing him to his knees. "Know you now you aren't supposed to be able to do that Tyler." "Sorry but who are you?" Ms.Viper said glaring at the girl. "Not now first I have to deal with him." The girl walked closer to Tyler touching his forehead. She then walked back to her original spot. That's when a black light came out of Tyler's eye sockets and mouth. Then he passed out after returning to normal. 1st POV Let me tell you being forced out your own body then out of a demon form hurts like hell!!!!! When I woke up I was in the schools nurses office. "Looks like you had quite the evening wouldn't you say Tyler?" "You could say that but then again when isn't it Lacy?" She glanced at me with a small smirk "Well that may be true but at least this time You didn't kill anyone and I didn't have to use hollow-San to tame you" "Hay we said we would never bring that back up!!!!" I said to her with a little pout. "Oh boohoo cry me a river." "You're mean you know that." "Oh really" then she kicked me right through the wall right into someone I didn't want to see again for a long time "There you are Tyler I was wandering when you would come back to me!" said Valentine "Oh HELL NO NOT IN THE MOOD FOR THIS SHIT!!!!" I yelled while running to homeroom. 3rd POV We come to Ms.Nekonome's class "So to end of the introduction so welcome to Yokai Academy where you will learn to live with humans." That's when the door blew open to show a boy standing there looking back "GO TO YOUR OWN CLASS!!!!!!" He yelled "Um who are you" "oh oh yeah Tyler Rodgers I'm one of your students" "Ok then then please take a seat in the back." Tyler went to his desk and saw there was one more seat behind him and a girl with blue hair staring at him he tried to ignore her but was getting annoyed. Then the door opened to show a girl with pink hair looking depressed then she looked up "Hi I'm Moka........." That's when she spotted Tyler in the back of class and she pounced at him bringing him into a hug "GET OFF OF ME WOMAN!!!!!" "No you are now mine now and forever!!!!!" While that was happening Ms.Nekonome was trying to get their attention and the boys in the class were glaring at Tyler cursing him for having a pretty girl hanging of of him. 1st POV After class I made it to the roof yelling in pain this happened is because my seal on Rex is breaking "Tyler!" Yelled Valentine and Moka at the same time. "GO AWAY" I yelled to them but it was already to late Rex was there and out not controlling my body but his. 3rd POV A creature like no other flew from Tyler's body it was a head taller then Tyler with black eyes with a red slit for a pupil. But as Tyler fell Moka ran to catch him but in the process Tyler's hand hit her rosairo and it came off in a flash a new Moka was there holding Tyler "What are you Tyler and why don't I want to let you go?" Tyler whispered weakly "Called it" Moka stood up and faced the Demon "Who are you and why are you here!" I am Rex The Red and I am now going to let the rain be blood while the world drowns in blood!" That's when Moka jumped in front of Rex and attempted a kick but Rex elbowed her knee effectively breaking it. Then Valentine unleashed her true form and went to scratch Rex but Rex sent a punch strait through her abdomen She whispered "I will always love you Tyler." She landed with a thud and passed out with blood pooling around her. Lacy POV "Those idiots didn't they feel the energy Tyler have off it was stronger then them and I know Rex's power is stronger." She looked over to hollow-San "Go and put him in his place." "Let's see if he can handle me." Hollow-san said with a psychotic smile and she flew off. 3rd POV Rex was hit out of the air and lost an arm by a green flash. He hit the ground with a thud and black blood shooting out from where his arm used to be. Again a green flash hit him right through the heart effectively putting him back into the seal. "Take them to the nurses office." "Yes ma'am!" Hollow-san them to the infirmary. "His change has started its time to see if he can control it." Lacy said staring off into the red water. "Well he doesn't have his best friend with him what do you expect?" Said a male voice Lacy jumped up scared and punched the voice in the balls. "DON'T SCARE ME ARICH!!!!!"

D&D Style Medieval Fantasy RPG (Choices Game)

D&D Style Medieval Fantasy RPG (Choices Game)

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⚔️ OLD-SCHOOL D&D-STYLE TEXT ADVENTURE WITH MODERN TWISTS! If you like old-school D&D-style RPG games where you make the choices for the main character, this is for you! Play a wizard, a succubus, a ranger, and a rogue in this epic series of text-based games. Here, old-school doesn’t mean primitive. There are hundreds of achievements to uncover—from the silly and surprising to the epic. As you make choices, stats go up and down, with rarely an “instant death”. You have ready options for going back on choices while gripping you with a sense of suspense and challenge. ⚔️ SIMPLE, YET ADDICTIVE GAMEPLAY Medieval Fantasy RPG is dead-simple to learn, yet hard to master. You read and make choices, that’s it, but the consequences of your choices are not always obvious. It's like a series of your favorite fantasy novels, but gamified to be even more awesome! Soon you will be immersed in an RPG richer than any you have played before because your own imagination is driving what you see, hear, and touch. ⚔️ PLAY A MASSIVE, WELL-THOUGHT-OUT STORY! This huge series of intertwining story lines is made up of over 1 MILLION words! Over 7 years has gone into the development! You start off playing a character in search of glory and loot, but soon delve into a world of deadly conspiracy and parallel universes. Later, the story continues as you switch to playing a succubus (demon), and then a rogue—each with their own personality and goals. Also, there’s more on the way! Like a good D&D campaign, it doesn’t end. ⚔️ ACTUALLY FREE AND NO PAYING FOR A CHOICE Play well and you will be rewarded with the currency you need to finish everything without spending a penny. Hunt down those achievements, get the high ranks, and choose to watch the rewarded videos as they become available. Not that I don’t appreciate your monetary support and I’m confident that you will find it well worth it, but know that you do not have to. Unlike many choice-based games, you do NOT spend currency to make choices. No choice is walled off from you for need of gems, etc. nor is there any such hint to spoil which is the “better choice”. You choose! ⚔️ REAL ROLE-PLAYING To succeed, you must put yourself in the boots of your character and do what’s best for him or her, even if it’s not what you would normally do. This requires more than logic, but also empathy for your character and the situation he/she finds themselves in. This is role-playing in its purest form. ⚔️ EASY ON BATTERY AND STORAGE. EVEN PLAY OFFLINE! Although this is a huge interactive story, offering many hours of enjoyment, it’s a tiny download and you can even play offline. ⚔️ Origin Got this far? Well, let me tell you about the origin of this game. My name is Sam. I grew up with Dungeons and Dragons (1st edition, yeah!) and Choose Your Own Adventure books in rural Wisconsin, a place where imagination offered the most expedient means of escape. Decades later, I wanted to see if I could combine the best of fantasy writing with mobile game design in order to make reading addictive. Over six years ago, I left my corporate job to embark on a quest to create the best Interactive Fiction package I could. Over those years, I’ve been working full-time in my backyard shed striving to keep on the right side of sanity as I drift off into other worlds. This isn’t quite as sad as it sounds. My shed is insulated against Seattle’s winter chill, I invested in a standing desk, and my monitor is pretty sweet. I’ve had help from contractors over the years, which has been a lifesaver, particularly for art which I'm hopeless with. I hope you enjoy the fruits of my obsession and maybe I’ll hear from you via mail, etc. People like you make the sacrifice, the isolation, and the ups-and-downs of the brutal mobile business worth it. :) Demon's Choice 8 is live! Please send feedback via "Contact Us" from the main menu. Thanks for all your support and keeping the dream alive!

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