Phantom who joined the Justice League only so he could obtain the files on CADMUS labs, so that he can hopefully use their blueprints, and research to finally find a way stabilize Dani.
Dani was kinda stable for a while, and the ecto-dejecto helped some, but as she's gotten "older" shes needed more ecto-dejecto, to last shorter and shorter amounts of time. At this rate, Frostbite doesn't think she'll last another three years.
This could end one of three ways:
Bad Ending: The Justice League feels super hurt and betrayed and now Phantom is considered enemy number one. The JL are able to catch him, and refuse to listen to his reasoning so Dani destabilizes completely. Phantom and Team Phantom, encouraged by Lex Luthor and Vlad, blame the Justice League, and are now out for revenge.
Bittersweet Ending: The Justice League feels super hurt and betrayed and now Phantom is considered enemy number one. The JL manage to catch him, but let Phantom do what he needs to do to save Dani. Once Dani is stable, Phantom allowed the Justice League to arrest him. Despite it all, Danny doesn't regret anything.
Good Ending: The Justice League catch on to Phantom's plans before he can go to far and ask him what his goal is. When he explains, the Justice League gives him the files and even helps him. Dani ends up stable and the Justice League still wants Danny around.
This update adds about 15,000 words. Please read the devlog!
Monthly rambling in 3 2 1...
Hey friends!
It’s 4 am here, and I’m definitely running late (and more than a little exhausted), so I’ll keep this short. Please make sure to read the devlog for all the changes in this update! There’s less new material than I would have liked, but this month has been absolutely insane.
Also, don’t forget that the new roadmap drops on February 2nd. There will be one announcement for everyone, and another one specifically for After Dark readers, so don’t miss it!
DEVLOG
Added missing journal logs to the notes.
The phone battery now drains slightly each day, even if it’s not used.
Fixed a bug that prevented talking about smoking with Kay.
Fixed a recursive dialogue bug involving Max.
Fixed some wording, typos, and spacing issues.
There is still a bug where the backpack sometimes doesn’t properly count weight when adding new food items, but I’m working on it!
The notebook is not finished yet, sorry. Working on it, though.
The card game still needs work, but for now it has been enabled for Kay as well.
...you're getting a new friend??? 👀
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Notes: Since this was requested quite a bit, and I'm feeling up to it, I decided to do a part two of that angst Furina!MC x Zhongli fic of mine. The original post is HERE.
Sorry if its sloppy or too short, but at least it's something. 😥
Also, thanks again to @arn9tails and for @platinumrosetail for helping me think of ideas.
Warnings: OCness, cringe, yandere elements.
Of course, Neuvillette would probably be angry to see that FAKE ex-Hydro usurper before him. Like how dare she show her face before his after everything.
He's so mad that he doesn't even notice her baby bump, or her flinching in utter fear at the sight of him as he stomps over, only to truly notice when she screams for "ZHONGLI!!", and the usurper of GEO, comes rushing over, and tackles Neuvillette away.
Snarls and roars fill the streets as both dragons wrestled on the ground, only for Zhongli to come out as the winner, pinning a still confused and equally angry Hydro Sovereign to the ground.
"Stay away from my mate and child, Hydro Sovereign!"
It's only with those words does the anger that blinded Neuvillette clears, letting him see Furina!MC truly for the first time.
She was huddled away, crying, staring at him in complete, utter terror as she held her belly, protectively hiding her baby bump.
Like she thought he was going to rip her child from her womb.
As Deus Auri stands and rushes over to his crying mate, Neuvillette stays on the ground, staring at the former Hydro Archon in an almost childlike confusion.
From the way she timidly held herself, to the way she spoke, and even to the way she wailed into the Geo Usurper's chest, there was no sign of the bratty, selfish Goddess he was stuck with for 500 years...
Ending 1. Neutral ending.
Neuvillette leaves Furina!MC be in Liyue.
She's not doing anything wrong.
She's just... living. She has a life, a family.
There was no reason for him to stick his nose where it doesn't belong.
Ending 2. Bad ending.
Neuvillette becomes consumed with thoughts about Furina!MC.
Seeing her happy and free in Liyue, smiling a smile that doesn't match any of the haughty, sly ones he recalls in his memories, did things to him.
He watches her, studies her while in Liyue.
And it only makes the obsession grow as he sees a side of her that he's never seen... Or maybe he just never bothered to look deeper.
Gentle, soft-spoken, a love of knitting toys for children, and so much more.
And a happy mother to be as well. He sees how she cradles her bump, humming soft tunes as she rubs the small bump, clearly in love with her child already.
All the while the father of the babe was always by her side, smiling as well.
Deus Auri. Morax. Rex Lapis. The so-called God of Contracts, and most of all, the Geo Usurper.
This disgrace of a dragon was Furina!MC's mate? The father of her child? How disgraceful! And he dared to give her a GEO vision?! How dare he-
Neuvillette's thoughts only go downhill from there as in the last days of his trip to Liyue, he tries to talk to Furina!MC.
It was an awkward, tense filled conversation, but he now had HER view on things... Including Focalors' treatment of her.
And when he asks her to return to Fontaine with him so he could clear her name, she flat out says 'no', and... and asks him to stay away from her from now on.
This turns out to the worse thing to say.
Neuvillette more or less goes down the crazy yandere route, trying every possible way to pry Furina!MC from Liyue's protective hands.
From underhanded to quite frankly downright dangerous ways, Neuvillette couldn't be stopped.
An obsessed dragon is the most dangerous of dragons...
At this point Fontaine and Liyue were at the edge of war.
Still, Furina!MC remains in the safety of Liyue, in Zhongli's arms... Until she wasn't.
Neuvillette manages to snatch her one night, sweeping her back to Fontaine, where he does something horrific.
Ignoring his new and rightful mate's screams, he presses a hand against her now swollen belly, feeling the hatchling moving around inside, and let's his Authority flow.
He couldn't let it remain the spawn of the Geo Usurper. So, he'll just change its element entirely...
Ending 3. Good ending.
Where like the bad ending, Neuvillette still becomes rather obsessed with Furina!MC after meeting her again, however, he takes a different route.
Meaning, he somehow ends up in a contract with an irritated Zhongli, and now the two them share Furina!MC.
Of course, this took a lot of time and effort on Neuvillette's part, as he had to prove himself to Furina!MC.
This also meant him having to sit down with her to talk. No more lies. No sneaky Goddess pulling the strings. Just him and Furina!MC.
And a very grumpy Zhongli who refused to leave Furina!MC alone with the Sovereign.
The talk was awkward and tense... And by the end of it Furina!MC was crying from recounting all she went through.
And the sky cried with her as Neuvillette's emotions grew erratic the more she talked...
If Focalors hadn't died, then he would've-
Mostly after that is spent Neuvillette slowly courting Furina!MC, gaining her trust as Zhongli watched him like a hawk.
And by the time Furina!MC's child was born, it got not one dragon daddy, but two.
Saw your request for ideas. Not sure if this is something you’d be interested in or not, but…
Reader is new to the gang, and fairly new to life on the run as a whole. Bad circumstances lead to Dutch taking them in like the rest.
Arthur takes reader on a job to see what they can do. Things go sideways and reader has to shoot someone, only they can’t do it. Arthur has to step in and take care of it but it leaves reader feeling awful. They don’t want to kill anyone but they can’t be a liability either.
How would Arthur react?
bite the bullet
arthur morgan x gender-neutral!reader
synopsis: the robbery didn’t go after plan, and you are left with a hefty decision
note: thank you for the request, exactly what i needed, i had a lot of fun writing this :D there's two endings, and you get to pick <3 isn’t that nice !! also, no proof-reading, yikes
it was supposed to be a simple job. arthur had promised you that it would be alright – that the two of you could handle it, there was no need for backup. he sounded so convincing, you trusted arthur, how could you not? he had no reason to lie to you, and arthur didn’t seem like the type that had ulterior motives. besides, you needed to do this: you owed it to the gang, to arthur, to dutch.
you had lost arthur in the chaos, and now you found yourself face to face with an angry stranger. he was unarmed, unlike you, the gun arthur had lend you pointing at the man. it felt heavier, mirroring the burden of taking a life. how could you be so foolish? thinking you could do this unscathed, without any blood on your hands.
you couldn't do it. killing this person – no matter what they had or hadn’t done – wasn’t something you could bring yourself to do. you were trembling with the mere thought of murdering someone. mercifully, you lowered the gun. oh, what a mistake. the stranger smelled your hesitation, tasted your surrender, saw your flaws, and he wasted no time acting upon it. charging at you like a wild animal, there was no mercy in this man.
he fought tooth and nail, tackling you to the ground, his wight settled on top of you, the gun forgotten as callous hands wrapped around your throat, strangling the life out of you. the stranger didn’t hesitate – didn’t care if you were good or bad – he continued to squeeze, wild eyes, snailing at you, no more than a wild animal determined to survive.
you frantically clawed at his hands, skin pilling up underneath your nails, squirming underneath him, your actions purely driven by instincts. you didn’t want to die. not here, not now. your screams carried far, but not for long – the stranger digging his fingers into your flesh – arthurs name became sputters and gasps as you proceeded towards your doom.
why had you been unable to kill this man, when he so obviously had such a hatred for you. or rather – for the name you rode under: van der linde gang. why had you hoped for mercy? why had you been so foolish? why were you calling out for arthur – a man you barley knew? why where you so useless? helpless? fragile? where was your bravery? why couldn’t you bite the bullet? get it done?
you were spiralling, vision blurring, gasping for air – it was all futile: pointless.
you hadn’t even registered the gunshot before the man slumped together, collapsing lifeless on top of you. panic seized you once more, pushing the dead body off you, scrambling backwards. your surroundings are covered in his blood and chunks of flesh – and so are you. the blood is warm and uncomfortable – wrong. you can feel every single drop of it upon your skin, it clings to you like dust clings to old objects. the feeling is beyond claustrophobic. frantically you try and rub the blood away, only to smear it everywhere.
tears streamed down your face long before you realised it. you needed the blood gone. you couldn't do this, you weren't fooling anyone, this wasn't you, this never would be you, and oh how many would you disappoint? hosea, dutch, arthur – arthur! where was arthur?
everything that happened next was a blur, from being hauled up from the floor to escaping on the back of arthur's horse. you hadn’t even realised it was him before he had told you to calm down, that he’d get you out of there. you believed him, you had no other choice. your face pressed against his back, staining his shirt with tears and blood. you held on, heart aching: he saved you.
neither of you said anything as arthur sat up camp, you watched, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. it belonged to arthur – not exactly your style, but it was clean, and that was more important than style. you had stopped crying a while ago, now you just felt sick, nauseous. turning your head hurt, your neck bruised, but no permanent damage. arthur handed you a bowl of food, the two of you ate in silence. the question hung heavy in the air: why didn’t you shoot?
"'m real sorry" you finally said, the first words you had spoken in hours. arthur glanced up from his food, waiting for you to continue. what more could you say? would any word be enough to redeem yourself? could you even hope for redemption? you were a liability, unable to fend for yourself, unable to do what was necessary. arthur knew; he had seen you fail.
"yer thinkin' too much –" arthur finally said, his voice vibrating in your head, halting the anxiety that was slowly creeping back into you. had he notice? probably. you reeked of fear, trembling hands and watering eyes, arthur could sense it the same way the stranger had done earlier. only, arthur reached out with kindness.
"breathe" he reminded you. air never felt this wrong, your lungs exploding as you let out a gut-wrenching scream. you felt the blood splatter on your skin again, the same claustrophobic feeling overwhelming you, it felt wrong. your nails digging into your skin, frantically scratching: trying to claw this unsettling feeling out.
arthur was quick to move closer, his hand resting upon your shoulder, grounding you. there was no blood, your lungs weren’t exploding: the air feeling soothing once more. the unsettling feeling lingered underneath your skin, but you felt no need to claw it out any more – it would simmer down by itself. arthur hummed approvingly as your breath evened out, following his rhythm. sometimes there was no need to say anything. arthur let you breathe, giving you all the time you needed and more, there was no rush: he was patient.
all these fears you hold so dear weren’t yours to carry any more. you talked, arthur listened. he never interrupted, didn’t even try to complete your sentence whenever you stumbled over your own words. it was more than you could ever ask for: sharing your worries never felt so acceptable.
"i don’t wanna be no liability, but i ain't a killer" you suddenly said, words tumbling out of you like an awkward confession.
"yer gonna be a liability if yer not doin' what ye truly want", he stated after a moment of thinking, blunt and clear. no miscommunication, no hidden meaning.
so, here you are, at a crossroad, seeing the future in the face of a daffodil. the decision yours to make: would you stay or leave?
you chose to leave. he nodded, respecting your decision.
the ride to the train-station was quiet, peaceful. arthur was doing you an incredible favour – giving you an opportunity you couldn’t turn down. it would be hard, but not nearly as hard as a life on the run. he paid for the ticked to town, handing you some money along with an address – some fellers he knew that could get you work. arthur even gave you his bandanna to cover your neck so it wouldn’t spike suspicion in town.
he visited you in town, it was strange seeing him knowing what he spent his days doing. you were always grateful for the out he gave you. he gave you everything he wished he could have for himself. there was no denying it, you owed him your life. arthur refused to hear any of it, always declining money or resources you tried to give him. his heart ached, longing for a life he could not have, he didn’t want pitiful objects to remind him of that. the outlaw had played these games before, first with marry and now with you.
he stopped showing up, perhaps he was dead, perhaps he had found a way to move on. uncertainty kept you wake – wondering about the man that saved you. the restlessness eventually faded as well, along with the memory of him. you could no longer mourn a man you barely knew. besides, you knew you'd still choose to leave if you were given the option again. you had him for a little while, and that was enough.
you had nearly forgotten his name when you spotted him up on the rooftop. there he was, arthur morgan, in all his glory. a couple other men from the gang surrounding him. you weren’t certain about their names, you never stuck around long enough to learn them. arthur came to a halt, kneeling down beside one of his dead friends – lenny was it? another man urged him onwards. that’s when he spotted you.
for a split second, worlds collided, understanding passed between the two of you, and then he was gone again – on the run once more.
you chose to stay. he nodded, respecting your decision.
the ride to back to camp was quiet, peaceful. the landscape passed by, reminding you that there’s always peace after a storm, no matter how destructive said storm turned out to be. being alive felt unreal, and to think you had agreed to do it again.
"get 'em somethin' to eat" athur said, giving you a light shove towards mary-beth. she nodded, handing you a warm meal, sitting by you as you ate, making light conversations. she never mentioned the robbery, it was good, warm, welcoming – it was home, your home. the future held promises of hardship and heartbreak, but it also promised relations and moments of kindness. you knew you'd still chose to stay if you were given the option again.
mary-beth eventually left, saying her goodnight. you smiled, thanking her for the time. as she left your gaze drifted back to dutch's tent where he, hosea and arthur had been talking for the past couple of hours. there was no denying it: you were clearly the topic of their conversation, what was arthur telling them? what wasn’t he telling them?
"been' starin' a lot" a unfamiliar voice stated, your head snapped in the direction of the sound, searching for the source. there, on the opposite end of the table a man said, you didn’t know his name yet.
"let me tell ya somethin'–" the stranger leaned closer, so did you, curious on this new insight.
"–arthur,.. he ain't all that, if i were ye, i'd watch my back" you opened your mouth to ask what exactly he ment by that, but before you could ask, another voice interrupted.
"micah, get away from 'em" arthur was heading straight for you, scowling at the man sitting beside you, clearly displeased. the man – micah – huffed annoyed, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he backed up. you looked up at arthur, searching for answers in his gruff expression. who could you really trust?
"get some rest" he said. his heavy hand rested on your shoulder once more, giving you a reassuring squeeze, or was it a threat?
another note!! thanks for reading :D i think arthur would give you the option to stay or leave, hence the two different endings.
feedback on this sort of pick-your-own-ending fic is greatly appreciated. who knows, maybe i will re-visit the idea in future works.
also, i would love to hear what ending people picked!!
❥Summary: It's Halloween, and the hotel is decorated in spooky decor and sweet treats were prepared. Towards the end of the night, you are approached by Alastor and he has a very intimate question for you.
❥Tags: Halloween, Halloween Night, Trick or Treat, October 31st, Alastor x Reader, Female Reader, Soon To Be Smut, Spooky.
❥Notes: Halloween story for Alastor is here. This will be a two different ending story (Trick Chapter and Treat Chapter) and they will both be different scenarios and either romantic fluff or smut. Enjoy and Happy Halloween
❥Credit- Halloween divider from @riottsrph
It's finally Halloween!!!! You have been waiting for this day ever since you arrived in the Hazbin Hotel. Halloween was something you celebrated when you were still alive, and you were still going to continue to celebrate it even when you were in Hell. You begged Charlie and Vaggie if it was possible to plan a Halloween costume party in the hotel for everyone. Charlie was immediately on board with you, grabbing a paper and pen, making a list of everything that they needed to prepare for the party. Vaggie was a bit hesitant at first, but she gave in to Charlie's puppy dog eyes.
Grabbing the invitations that you drew up, you placed them under the doors of all of the residents, reminding them to head to the lobby at around 7 pm, and to wear a spooky costume. Charlie also extended an invitation to her dad, especially since her and him had a better relationship now. Charlie and Vaggie were managing the decorations, while you headed to the kitchen, preparing tasty treats for the others. You decided to do both savory and sweet halloween treats, since others might not have a sweet tooth, aka Alastor. For the sweets, you made witch finger cookies, caramel + candy apples, halloween covered strawberries. The savory treats was ghost pizza, spooky charcuterie board, and mummie meatballs.
🧡💚💜🖤Treats🖤💜💚🧡
(Credit to Pinterest)
"All set!" You said to yourself, enthusiastically, satisfied with the dishes you prepared. Charlie saw what you made and gave you a big hug, truly happy and excited to try them and the others to enjoy them as well.
Eyeing the clock, it was almost time for the party. You ran towards your room, ready to put on your (favorite halloween costume) on. Once you were finished, you headed to the lobby, ready for the party. The lobby was decorated from head to toe in spooky decorations. The chandelier was covered in cobwebs, ghost string lights were hang up all over the walls, black, orange and white balloons were scattered on the floor, spider and ghost streamers hanged from the ceiling, and the table was set up with the food you prepared and a punch bowl, which was probably gonna be spiked later. Everyone was in the lobby, dressed in their costumes. Charlie and Vaggie were dressed up as Glinda and Elphaba from the musical, Wicked. Charlie's cat, Keekee was wearing an adorable devil costume. Angel was wearing a very sexy police uniform, as expected of him. Husk had on a big red and white striped hat and bowtie, resembling the cat in the hat. Niffty had on a purple and black dress, combined with a point hat and broom, resembling a witch. Sir Pentious donned a lab coat, with rubber gloves and fake medical tools, clearly looking like a mad doctor, and his Egg bois were dressed up in little nurses outfits. You expected Lucifer to dress up as either a prince or vampire, but here he was, dressed in a big duck costume, well he looked good in it.
Alastor was the only one who wasn't in the lobby, making you wondered where he was. "Hey, has anyone seen Alastor?" Your question was met with shrugs, until you heard the sound of static from behind you. "Here I am, my dear!" He said, in a sing-song tone, making you turn your head to look at him. He was still wearing a pin striped suit, but this time it was white and black, along with a bat bowtie in the front. "Ahh, decided to be the Pumpkin king himself for Halloween." Smiling up at Al, you admired his costume, moving your hand up to straightened the bow tie. "Yes well, I much rather prefer to appear as myself since I am heavily feared, but dear Charlie was persistent with the whole costume aspect of this celebration, so I chose this." He said, smile enlarging a bit as he watched you fix his tie. "Well you look very handsome." His ears twitched at what you said, smile turning soft. "OKAY!! ARE WE READY TO GET THIS PARTY STARTED?!" Charlie's voice rang out, making you and Alastor jump as you turned around, facing towards her. "HELL YEAH!" was everyone's response to Charlie, as the halloween party was ready to commence.
The party was a massive hit! Everyone was moaning in joy at how delicious the food was that you prepared, even Alastor gave you a nod of approval for the non sweet dishes you made. Lucifer had used his powers to conjure up some fun entertainment for everyone, as well. He had a giant water jug filled with apples for everyone to do bobbing for apples, which you really enjoyed playing. Turning on the boom box, you put on "Thriller" by MJ, grabbing both Husk and Angel to do the iconic dance. Husk grumbled through half of it, but he lightened up a bit after a while. Everyone else started to dance, and you pulled Alastor to join as well. He wasn't use to dancing to this type of music, but he slowly adapted to it, as you helped him a bit with the moves. Angel insisted on playing beer pong after he asked numerous times, making you relent. He went up against Al, which was a bad idea because the balls tend to always miss his cups, yet magically Al's ping pong balls always landed in Angels cups, causing Angel to drink all of his alcohol.
It soon became very late and everyone was either very drunk or flat out tired, which was a clear sign that the party was over. Lucifer bid everyone a good night, lifting both Charlie and Vaggie in his arms, carrying them to their bedroom. Angel placed Niffty on Husks head, as she was passed out, while the both of them headed to bed. Pen's egg bois were able to lift him up, dragging him away to his bedroom. The only ones who were still awake was you and Alastor, not surprising since he never slept. "MMMMM! Well that was a fun party." Stretching your arms up in the air, you let out a soft groan as you heard your bones crack. "I must admit, it was highly entertaining. Too bad we didn't finish the night with a good hunt!" The demonic aura surrounded Al, as his antlers enlarged and his eyes became dials. "Hey, behave yourself! Besides not everyone would partake in that, well maybe, Niffty." Crossing your arms, you glared at him, as his evil aura faded in a instance. "It was merely a suggestion, my dear. There is no need for you to frown, come now, Smile!" His fingers went to your lips, pulling them up into a smile. Rolling your eyes, you smiled genuinely while removing his hands from your mouth, "Yeah yeah." Turning your eyes back to the lobby, you saw there was a mess that needed to be cleaned up, welp lets get started. Before you can even start cleaning, everything vanished with a flash, making the room spotless. "What?! How did?" Turning back, you realized Al snapped his fingers, using his powers. "Oh right, forgot you could do that." You rubbed your neck, smiling at Al.
Chuckling at your reaction, Al walked closer to you, motioning his arm out for you to take, "Come along now, my dear. Its best we head to bed." Looping you arm with his, you walked along side him, venturing on towards your chambers The both of you finally reached your destination, your room, as the both of you stood at your door. "Thanks for walking me to my room, Al." Alastor smiled down at you, waiting for you to unhook your arm, as he placed both his hands behind his back. "Your very welcome, my dear." Grabbing the handle, you turned the door, before you bid Alastor a good night. Entering inside your room, your head met someones chest causing you to jump and scream. "WAH!" Alastor had teleported into your room, startling you. "HAHA! Apologies for scaring you, but there was a question I wanted to ask you, my dear." Trying to calm yourself down from the scare, you looked up at Al, asking what did he want to ask you. Wearing a toothy smirk, he walked slowly towards you, making you step backwards, your back touching the door. Gripping your chin softly, he tilted it up, crimson eyes gazing into yours, "Trick or Treat?" What? Remaining silent, you pondered what he meant. "Which one, darling? Trick or Treat?"
Death was your rebirth. As a vampire spawn, you belong to the shadows like all creatures of the night. The longer you remain in the darkness, the more memories your patron painfully rips out of your mind – will this change tonight?
It’s only one night, that you have been through so many times, yet it always ends the same way. Tonight, it must be different. If you have the courage and gall, you could be free of your patron’s control and be reborn again. You are his right hand. You know where to strike and how.
No path leads back to life. Some lead to freedom, or even to power paid for in blood. All it takes is getting through tonight despite your missing memories, your patron’s watchful eye and the innocents you might have to leave behind. Will you choose freedom, power or unquenchable vengeance?
Play here!
Total word count: 58k
Note: This is my first attempt at IF that I did as a 'prequel' to a novel I've been working on for quite some time. :)
