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Dawn Chorus - V

Dracopia x Fallen Angel!Reader

When you question the Almighty for a third time, you find yourself on the run and escaping a horde of wrathful angels ready to punish you for your insolence. Whose garden should you fall into than Cardinal Copia’s? And he has more nefarious plans for you.

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Words: 7.2k.

Reading Time: 29 min.

Warnings: brief mentions of the past trauma the angel went through, including the harrassment and torture, but other than that this chapter is pretty chill.

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As this fic is quite dark, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my decision. Thank you.

The Sister’s voice echoed through the room, laced with anger and accusation as she confronted the Cardinal about his inexplicable actions. “Why would you drain her when you knew we were going to perform the second ritual the next day?” Her words dripped with venom, each syllable heavy with indignation and fury.

You listened intently, your confusion deepening with each passing moment. The revelation only served to deepen the mystery surrounding the Cardinal’s betrayal, leaving you grappling for answers in the midst of the chaos unfolding in the next room, both of them oblivious to your consciousness and your eavesdropping. Why would he sabotage their plans at such a critical juncture? What could possibly drive him to act against his own interests in such a shocking manner?

“The second ritual didn’t fall on the right day, and you know it,” the Cardinal retorted, his voice tinged with frustration and defiance. Despite his anger, he made a planned effort to rein in his emotions, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure in the face of the Sister’s accusations. “Turning her into a demon won’t solve our problems.”

His words hung in the air, a sobering reminder of the gravity of their situation. The Cardinal’s admission hinted at deeper complexities beneath the surface, implying that their plans had encountered unexpected challenges and complications. It was a rare display of vulnerability from the normally stoic and resolute Cardinal, revealing the inner turmoil and conflict that plagued him.

“Oh,” she said with realization, her voice laced with a mixture of understanding and accusation. “I see what this is. You wanted to keep your little blood bank.”

Her remarks sliced through the tension like a knife, exposing the Cardinal’s hidden motives and the real reason of his actions. It was a damning revelation, a stark reminder of the Cardinal’s selfishness and lack of regard for the consequences of his decisions. In her assertion, the Sister captured the core of their unstable relationship, emphasising the power dynamics at work as well as the simmering problems beneath the surface.

The Cardinal’s response was measured yet weighted with underlying stress, his tone betraying a hint of defensiveness mingled with a touch of resignation. “It’s not about that, Sister,” he replied, his words carrying the weight of truth and conviction. “We both know the risks involved in the second ritual. We can’t afford to gamble with her life.”

“We need to control her!” The Sister exclaimed.

“And we will, I just need more time.”

“We’re running out of it, Copia! Our window of opportunity is closing, and if we don’t act soon, we risk losing everything we’ve worked for for the Dark One!” The Sister’s voice crackled with urgency, her words echoing the gravity of their situation.

“He doesn’t need another angel, He’s received plenty over the years.”

“No, but he needs information!” Something smashed in the other room which caused you to jump in surprise. “How many times must I remind you that Lord Lucifer gave us eternal life to do His bidding and give Him an advantage for the centuries to come? We are indebted to Him, and we could lose our lives because of your idiocy!”

The Cardinal protested, “He wouldn’t do that. He’s not Yhwh.”

There was a noticeable tension in the room as the Sister and the Cardinal argued angrily, both standing up for their own fears and motivations. You listened closely, your pulse thumping in your chest as you realised the magnitude of the situation. They were playing a dangerous game that may have serious ramifications for both you and them.

As the dispute progressed, you couldn’t help but feel a sensation of unease sweep over you. You were caught in the centre of their power battle, a pawn in their ultimate plan to serve Satan. But deep down, you knew you were more than just a tool to be used for their benefit. You were an angel with individual thoughts, feelings, and wants. And even though the Cardinal was in there defending what you believed to be your honour, he still seemed to forget that.

“You have until the next full moon, Cardinal!” The Sister shouted, her voice getting quieter. “If you’ve not gained control over her then, we’re doing things my way.”

The Cardinal huffed, and in a high-pitched, mocking tone, he repeated, “If you’ve not gained control of her then, we’re doing things my way.” This sentence was punctuated by a string of expletives in his native tongue, no doubt cussing her out angrily for the outcome of the argument. He continued to mumble to himself as he moved about the living room, no doubt beginning to clean what had broken.

You were unsure whether to move, or to stay where you were. As of now, you were on his bed, lavishing in the comfort and enjoying some freedom - if you were to leave, he might put you back in your cage. And so, you stayed put, your mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. The weight of the Cardinal and the Sister’s ultimatum hung heavy in the air, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped in a precarious situation. You even went as far to close your eyes as though you were still sleeping when the Cardinal came back into the room, gently closing the door so as not to disturb you. You felt the bed dip where he sat on it beside you, and though you couldn’t see them, you knew his eyes were on you, trained on your face and burning into your mind as if he were trying to read it.

You remained still, feigning sleep as the Cardinal’s presence loomed over you. Every fiber of your being was on high alert, your senses attuned to the slightest movement or sound. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent battle of wills unfolding between you and the Cardinal.

You could feel his gaze boring into you, probing for any sign of wakefulness or vulnerability. Despite your best efforts to maintain the facade of slumber, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that washed over you in his presence.

Minutes passed like hours as you lay there, locked in a silent standoff with the Cardinal. Each passing moment only served to heighten your apprehension, amplifying the sense of confinement and helplessness that enveloped you like a suffocating shroud.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you sensed the Cardinal’s presence recede. The bed shifted as he rose from his seat, his footsteps fading into the distance as he left the room.

Alone once more, you allowed yourself a moment of respite, exhaling a sigh of relief as the tension slowly dissipated. But even as you closed your eyes and attempted to find solace in the darkness, the weight of the Cardinal’s gaze lingered in your mind, and the memory of the Cardinal’s touch lingered like a ghostly imprint on your skin, haunting you even in his absence. Each sensation, from the prick of the needles to the gentle strokes of his hands, replayed in your mind with vivid clarity.

There was something about his gaze when you were at his feet, and the gentility of his touches as of late, that had you deeply questioning both the Cardinal’s intentions, and your own resolve. How this strange attention from him was awakening you in a way you never thought was possible. And though you tried to drive away the sin, you still couldn’t forget how your body responded under his scrutiny. You shuddered involuntarily as the phantom sensations danced across your flesh, a chilling reminder of the violation you had endured at his hands. Despite your best efforts to push the memories aside, they clung to you like a stubborn shadow, refusing to be banished from your thoughts.

You didn’t know how long you were out for this time, but when you woke up you felt almost entirely healed… and you were still on the Cardinal’s bed. You felt a fresh surge of energy entering your veins as you awoke from your sleep. The old aching that had tormented your body appeared to have vanished, replaced by a renewed life that left you feeling almost perky.

With cautious optimism, you forced yourself out of bed, appreciating the lack of agony that had plagued you for so long. As you climbed to your feet, you couldn’t help but wonder at the sense of liberation that swept over you, like a bird freed from its cage after a long imprisonment.

Stepping out of the Cardinal’s bedchamber, you entered the living room with anxiety, unsure of what lay beyond the doorway. The space was bathed in a warm glow of flickering candles, which created dancing shadows against the walls and gave the place a peaceful atmosphere.

Your attention was pulled to the figure sitting on the love seat, bathed in warm amber light that streamed through the room. The Cardinal was dressed in pyjamas and a robe, his usual powerful demeanour minimised by the informal garments and a tousled appearance indicating a recent bout of sleep.

He sat with a book in hand, the pages lit by the warm glow of the candles, his gaze seemingly immersed in the words on the page. His features were relaxed, with a tiny furrow of concentration on his brow as he read deeper into the text.

As you arrived, the Cardinal looked up from his reading, his mismatched eyes meeting yours with a flash of surprise before a faint smile formed on his lips. “Come here,” he ordered, returning his eyes back to the pages of his book. His voice was deep and gravelly, like it was the first time it was used that night.

For some reason, your body responded and did as you were told without the need for the halo, and you found yourself once again at the feet of the Cardinal, on your knees at his request. He moved his book and patted his thigh, inviting you to rest your head there, which you obliged, draping your upper body over him and pushing your cheek into the warmth of his robe. His hand found its way to your hair, and he gently stroked it, like a human would with their dog who was asking for attention.

Despite the internal turmoil that churned within you, there was an undeniable sense of warmth and comfort that enveloped you as you nestled against the Cardinal’s side. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers threading through your hair with a tenderness that belied the darkness that lurked beneath the surface.

As you rested your head upon his thigh, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of security wash over you, like a weary traveller finding refuge in the shelter of a friendly inn after a long and arduous journey. The rhythmic motion of his hand stroking your hair was oddly soothing, lulling you into a state of peaceful resignation despite the turmoil that raged within your heart.

In that moment, as you lay entwined with the Cardinal, you couldn’t deny the conflicting emotions that warred within you. There was a part of you that recoiled at the thought of finding solace in the arms of your captor, a deep-seated instinct that screamed for you to break free from his grasp and reclaim your autonomy.

And yet, there was another part of you that yearned for the comfort and reassurance that his presence offered, a primal longing for companionship and connection in a world that seemed so cold and unforgiving. It was a paradoxical dance of desire and revulsion, a tangled web of conflicting emotions that left you feeling simultaneously adrift and anchored in the Cardinal’s embrace.

But as you lay there, enveloped in the warmth of his robe and the gentle caress of his hand, you couldn’t help but surrender to the moment, if only for a fleeting instant. For in the midst of chaos and uncertainty, there was a fleeting sense of peace to be found in the arms of the one who held you captive, a fragile sanctuary amidst the storm that raged within your soul.

“You’ve been asleep for ten days, Angel,” he commented absentmindedly. Double the time of your last recovery. No wonder you felt rejuvenated.

““I am disheartened to see thou hast not yet choked on my blood, Cardinal.” You told him, your voice more teasing than resentful.

The Cardinal heard this and chuckled, “I held on until you woke up, so you could watch it happen yourself.”

You tittered, “Now that I am alert, there is naught preventing me from enacting it myself.”

“You can try,” the Cardinal challenged.

“I shall indeed. However, it would happen when thou least expect it.” You sat up and looked at him. “I would mend more swiftly if thou did return to me my halo, even if it were but for a brief span.”

“Out of the question,” the Cardinal said moving his hand from your hair to your cheek.

“I shall perish if I do not retrieve it anon.”

“You’ll be grateful you’re not going back in your cage. Keep this up, and you’ll be back in there.”

You hesitated but still decided to ask, “Why didst thou set me free?”

“Don’t ask me questions I don’t want to answer.”

“How shall I discern to refrain from posing such queries if I am unaware of thy reluctance to provide answers?”

The Cardinal chuckled, “By the look on my face.”

“But if thy countenance be ever thus, then I shall never discern the difference.”

“You better not be calling me ugly.”

You giggled, “Not ugly, Cardinal. Yet I envision it proved troublesome for thy mother to tender affection towards thee.”

He slapped your cheek for your impertinence, not hard at all, in fact it was more like a tap. “Do you want to go back in your cage?”

You shook your head and draped yourself back over him as he wanted you to do in the first place. “I am exceeding content in this place, I thank thee.”

The Cardinal laughed. “I thought as much.”

You didn’t go back in your cage that night, or the night after. In fact, the Cardinal didn’t expect you to go in your cage at all except if and when the Sister would come and visit unannounced. But it was made very clear to you that the door would be locked at all times, and there would be at least two ghouls standing guard outside.

The days stretched into weeks, and still, you remained free from the confines of your cage. It was a strange and unsettling shift in dynamics, one that left you feeling both grateful for the newfound freedom and wary of the Cardinal’s intentions.

Without the familiar bars of your cage to contain you, you found yourself wandering the Cardinal’s chambers with a sense of cautious curiosity, exploring every nook and cranny as if searching for hidden answers amidst the shadows that lurked within the room.

In the Cardinal’s apartment, you uncovered a plethora of objects and trinkets that provided insight into his mysterious personality and the depths of his depravity. Ancient tomes and grimoires were scattered across the room, containing occult rites, incantations, and forbidden information. These books, bound in leather and covered with intricate sigils, contained intriguing symbols and metaphysical teachings that alluded to the Cardinal’s fascination with the occult.

You found an assortment of foreboding artifacts filled with dark power and nefarious purpose, hidden away in shadowy nooks and secluded alcoves. From ceremonial daggers and ritualistic equipment to elegant talismans and cursed relics, every piece exuded a malevolent aura that sent shivers down your spine.

Subtle sigils and symbols of unknown provenance were woven into the fabric of draperies and tapestries, and etched into the walls. These mysterious marks pulsed with ghastly energy, their meanings hidden by layers of mysticism and old legends.

Locked chests and coffers littered the room, concealing untold treasures and forbidden secrets. These perplexing containers were ornamented with sophisticated locks and enchantments, their contents shrouded in ambiguity, and protected by powerful wards and incantations.

As you began to examine the Cardinal’s chambers, your keen eyes noticed a little, intricately carved wooden box nestled away on a shelf in the corner of the room. Unlike the other artifacts in the room, this box appeared to exude a sense of hidden charm rather than obvious malevolence.

Intrigued, you approached the shelf and cautiously raised the box’s lid to see its contents. A collection of exquisite treasures and keepsakes were snuggled inside, surrounded by layers of smooth velvet lining.

A little bundle of velvety, mousey-colored hair, comparable to the Cardinal’s sat inside the box, held together with a beautiful, black ribbon. Despite its unassuming appearance, this keepsake exuded solemnity and veneration.

A beautifully drawn miniature portrait of a solemn-faced woman with piercing eyes and a soft, yet forced smile sat underneath the hair. The craftsmanship was exceptional, catching every detail with astonishing precision. After careful examination, you recognised it was a younger image of the Sister.

A little sachet containing fragrant herbs and spices released a delicate yet seductive perfume of lavender and rosemary into the air. Its purpose and significance remained unknown, adding to the collection’s uniqueness.

And an old pocket watch, its numerous gears and mechanisms glimmering softly in the chamber’s faint lighting. Despite its antiquity, the watch appeared to be properly kept, indicating that it held sentimental worth for the Cardinal.

Some of the books around the place, you’d come to learn only hours after being left alone and free for the first time, were novels rather than entirely non-fictional, educational works. Novels from romances, to horrors, to contemporary works and classical, you found them all among his private collection. And that was how he found you when he came home that evening, curled up on his love seat with a book in your hands and your nose buried deep into it.

“Having fun?” He asked, removing his hat and placing it on the dresser in front of the door.

You didn’t hear him at first, too occupied with the world in front of you to realise he had even returned home. When he repeated himself, you finally acknowledged his presence. “It is wondrous what you mortals would engage in during thy leisure hours.” you remarked, closing the book but trapping your finger between the pages. “Truly, this is a marvel. I find myself transported to another realm, yet anchored to this very seat!”

He smiled. “If you like that, then you should watch a movie. Or play a video game.”

“I am content with these works, I thank thee.” You replied. “Though, I must declare, it will not be long until I complete thy collection.”

“Well,” he moved your legs and sat down beside you, removing the book from your hands, “let me know when you do. I’ll get one of the ghouls to bring you up a selection from the library.”

“Hath this place a library?” Your eyes widened.

“Yeah, of course. The Vatican has one, why wouldn’t we?”

Come to think of it, it did make sense that the Satanic Ministry would have its own library filled with untold knowledge, given that was why Lucifer was expelled from Heaven in the first place. “How many of these tomes doth it possess?” You asked, curiously.

“So many questions.” He said, tapping his belly.

“Inquiries thou art disinclined to respond to?”

He nodded.

You sighed, “Then shall I remain forever ignorant.” You sat back to your original position and opened the book again, choosing to read over conversing with him.

That night, he worked at his desk by candlelight, with you at his feet, a book in your hand and head in his lap. Every now and then, he’d reach down to stroke your hair, but in the meantime, your presence was simply enough for him. Sometimes, when you were alone in the apartments, your mind would drift off to the Cardinal and his sudden change in behaviour. How his guilt at violating you was enough to change him almost completely.

As you reflected on the Cardinal’s change, a ray of hope flickered within you. His sudden concern for your well-being and sympathetic gestures, however fleeting, provided a glimmer of redemption amid the darkness of your incarceration. With each stroke of your hair and soft touch, the Cardinal appeared to silently atone for his past wrongdoings finding solace in the calm companionship you offered.

Even while you basked in the warmth of his devotion, a niggling worry lingered in the back of your mind. Could this sudden friendliness be genuine, or was it only a ruse to conceal deeper intentions? Perhaps he’d realised that getting information out of you through torturous means wasn’t getting him anywhere, and so he was trying to trick you with falsities to get what he wanted. Despite your worries, you couldn’t resist the pull of his presence, the way his touch sparked a desire within you for connection and understanding in an uncertain world.

As the light flickered and cast swirling shadows across the room, you found yourself slipping into a state of calm, nestled on the Cardinal’s lap, the weight of the book in your hand a reassuring reminder of the brief moments of tranquility you enjoyed in his presence. And at that moment, surrounded by the lovely glow of candlelight and the quiet whisper of turning pages, you allowed yourself to imagine that escape was possible if you simply bade your time and waited long enough.

As expected, you’d gotten through all of the books in his possession and found yourself craving more. It didn’t take you long to get through the entire library situated on his shelves, and you found yourself igniting with boredom. Now that you’d had the privilege of freedom (or rather, freedom adjacent), you found yourself crawling the walls itching to be released unto the mortal realm like a bird.

The Cardinal was out for a lot of the night, meaning you had nothing to entertain you, until you noticed the box large rectangular box, its glossy surface reflecting the dim light in an almost mesmerizing manner and hanging on the wall opposite the love seat. You’d spent so much time with your nose in a book, you’d hardly noticed anything else.

You took hesitant steps towards the curious object, your fingers running down its smooth exterior. You saw your own reflection in the black mirror, and pulled some faces before your fingers continued their journey across the cold box. You observed a row of buttons organised neatly on one side, each with enigmatic symbols and marks. Intrigued, you tapped one of the buttons, your mind racing with possibilities.

To your surprise, nothing happened at first. Determined, you continued to investigate the thing, prying and poking at its many parts in search of any clues as to its purpose. Your efforts were met with quiet until, finally, your fingers brushed against a small switch buried between the buttons.

With a slight click, the frame sprang to life, its surface flashing to reveal a brilliant display of colours and images. Your eyes widened in amazement, watching as it began presenting sights from faraway countries and odd faces unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

Intrigued by this novel display, you reached out to touch the images dancing across the screen, only to discover that they were just beyond your reach. You were fascinated as the scenes altered and transformed before your eyes, each one providing a glimpse into a world beyond your own.

You reached down and pressed a different button, and the image cut out, replaced by something else. A purple door came into view that was opened by a woman, so angry, her arms were flailing as she stormed into the room. “I cannot believe that you didn’t tell me that we are still married!” She exclaimed.

Following her, a man entered, equally as frustrated and more guilty. “Look I was going to tell you!” He argued back, somehow much calmer than her.

“When?! After the birth of our first secret child?!” Laughter from a crowd of people sounded through the speakers, making you turn around thinking that they were in the room with you. They weren’t. “Ross didn’t get the annulment; we are still married.”

Their friends sounded disgusted and surprised, the blonde one more so than the rest.

The man called Ross sighed, “Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best decision. But I just couldn’t face another failed marriage.”

Another man spoke up, his tone flat. “Okay, let me just jump in and ask, at what point did you think this was a successful marriage?” The people laughed again.

Ross spoke again, awkwardly laughing, “Rach, come on, if you think about it, it’s actually kinda funny.” He laughed alone in the room, but the crowd laughed again. Even though you didn’t understand entirely what was happening, the laughter made you chuckle, too. “Okay, maybe it’s best not to think about it.” More laughter.

A woman spoke this time, long blonde hair and a lilt to her voice, “Okay, this is inexcusable. I am shocked to my very core!” She sounded like she was exaggerating.

“Phoebe, I told her you already knew.”

Everyone looked at Phoebe for a moment, and she processed her next words: “Another lie. You have a sickness!” So many sins, such little time.

The other man from before spoke again, in the same jovial tone as before, “Ross, just for my own piece of mind, you’re not married to anymore of us are ya?”

The clip ended and was replaced with a yellow couch sat in a field in front of a fountain, so large, it couldn’t be hidden behind the seat. A lamp sat beside it, as though it were the one lighting the field despite its dull brightness. No, not a field… a park? There were lights behind it that resembled buildings. Text appeared on the screen, each letter separated by a different coloured dot; red, yellow, blue, red, yellow, blue.

A song began to play from the device, an enthusiastic and engaging song, with energetic guitar riffs and rhythmic percussion. As the tune filled the room, you found yourself tapping your foot to the beat, enthralled by the music’s captivating vitality. Although, when it first sounded, you startled, and screamed out your surprise.

“So no one told you life was gonna be this way,” the song sung, followed by four, sharp claps.

A joyful group of voices sang the upbeat, playful words, which almost appeared to invite you into their world. They spoke of friendship and connection, laughing and love, building a story of shared experiences and memories that struck a chord deep within you.

As the song reached its peak, the visuals on the screen began to alter once more, revealing a group of individuals gathering on the yellow couch you had previously seen. Their features were strange… new - with each one smiling as they laughed and joked together.

You sat transfixed as the image unfolded in front of you, drawn in by the warmth and excitement emanating from the television. And when the final chords of the theme song died away, you couldn’t help but feel a connection to these strangers, as if they were old friends welcoming you into their group.

“Having fun?” The Cardinal’s voice sounded behind you, causing you to jump out of your skin. You turned to face him, eyes wide and fearful, and you noticed a dark glint in his eye as though he enjoyed making you squirm.

You stuttered, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the Cardinal. “I… I was just… I found this… thing… and…”

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “It’s called a television,” he explained, walking over to stand beside you. “It’s a device that plays moving pictures and sound.”

You blinked, trying to process this new information. “Moving pictures and sound?” you repeated, your curiosity piqued.

“Yes, exactly,” the Cardinal replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “It’s a form of entertainment. People watch television shows and movies on it.”

You tilted your head, still not entirely understanding. “What is… a television show?” you asked tentatively.

“It’s like a play, but recorded and shown on the screen,” he explained. “It tells a story, with characters and plots, just like the stories you read in books.”

You nodded slowly, beginning to grasp the concept. “And this…” you gestured towards the television, “is one of these… television shows?”

The Cardinal nodded, his smirk widening. “Yeah. And it seems you’ve stumbled upon one of the most popular shows.”

“What’s it called?” you asked, curiosity burning brightly in your eyes.

“It’s called Friends,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. “And trust me, you’re in for a treat.”

He sat on the seat and gestured for you to sit at his feet, and place your head in his lap like you usually did. The show continued with the two of you sitting like that, his hand in your hair and your eyes mesmerised by the show.

As the show progressed, you grew more immersed in the plot, your eyes glued to the screen as the characters moved through numerous comic scenarios. You couldn’t help but be fascinated and amazed by this new type of entertainment, which was unlike anything you’d ever seen before.

You took a few glances up at the Cardinal, examining his expression as he watched the show with amusement and focus. It was unusual to see him in this light, relaxed and almost… human. For a minute, you nearly forgot about the evil underlying his facade, the control he wielded over you.

In that moment, you realised you’d become too comfortable there; his pet in his Satanic temple, and you were too happy with it. For far too long, you had allowed yourself to be lulled into a false sense of security, seeking sanctuary in the Cardinal’s rare acts of tenderness and compassion. But now, as you sat at his feet, head in his lap, you couldn’t avoid the fact any longer.

You were nothing but a pawn in his sick game, subject to his whims and ambitions. And, while you may have experienced brief moments of happiness in his presence, they were nothing more than illusions that masked the terrible reality of your situation.

With a heavy heart, you promised to break free from the ties that held you, to restore your independence, and to oppose the Cardinal’s authority over you. But you knew deep down that the journey to freedom would be difficult, and that the Cardinal would not give up his grasp on you without a fight.

As you looked up at him, a fire kindled within you, a desire to break away from his grip and make your own path forward. You may have been his pet for a while, but you refused to remain a prisoner forever.

“I have Saturday night free,” The Cardinal told you, eyes still fixed on the television, “did you want to see the library?”

His nonchalant question caught you off guard, prompting you to lift your head from his lap and stare up at him, surprised and hesitant. The possibility of visiting the library with the Cardinal was both exciting and unnerving, considering the power dynamics at work between you.

“I…I suppose,” you said cautiously, uncertain how to answer to his surprise invitation. The chance to explore the library, with its limitless volumes of knowledge and secrets, was obviously appealing, but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of unease in the back of your mind.

The Cardinal nodded in answer, his gaze still set on the television screen, as if he were only half-listening to the exchanges. “Good,” he noted simply, before returning his focus to the show.

You couldn’t help but feel nervous about spending Saturday night alone with the Cardinal in the library. But, deep down, you were fascinated about the library’s secrets and the hidden truths it may hold. What a Satanic library would look like, and what precisely they had hidden away on their shelves.

When Saturday night rolled around, the Cardinal woke and begun getting ready for the excursion, before he turned to you. From beneath his bed, he pulled out a hefty chain. It wasn’t forged with hellfire, he told you, it was just a regular metal. But he understood that your strength wasn’t fully back to how it was when he first met you, after being without your halo for so long, so he was confident you wouldn’t break free of those chains.

You sighed and presented your wrists to him, grateful that it wasn’t going to hurt you but annoyed that you were still to be treated as a prisoner, despite that being what you were. But, he shook his head in response. “That’s not what I’m going to restrain, Angel.” He informed you, gesturing you to turn around.

He tied your wings together with that chain, making sure you couldn’t fly away. Your wrists remained unbound.

As you walked down the corridors of the Ministry, the eyes of the Satanic nuns and monks followed your every move, their gazes filled with a mixture of curiosity, suspicion, and perhaps even a hint of envy. You couldn’t fathom why they’d envy you - chained and restrained as you were paraded through the hallways like a prize. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy beneath their attention, knowing of the muttered rumours and speculation that would undoubtedly surround your appearance among them.

The Cardinal led the way, his steps confident and purposeful as he escorted you through the Ministry’s dimly illuminated corridors. You kept your attention fixed straight ahead, attempting to avoid the looks and whispers that seemed to follow you everywhere you went.

Despite the weight of the chains that bound your wings, you moved with dignity and grace, refusing to let your imprisonment shatter your spirit. You were determined to be strong, to face whatever trials lay ahead, in the hopes of one day breaking free from the chains of your imprisonment. Every now and then, you’d turn to find eight ghouls following behind you, and though you couldn’t see them, you were sure their eyes were firmly fixed on you beneath their masks.

As you entered the ancient library, the massive wooden door groaned behind you, trapping you inside the unhallowed halls of knowledge that had stood for generations. The air was dense with the perfume of worn parchment and the faint mustiness of time, a fragrance that enveloped you like a veil as you walked through the maze of high shelves.

Dim, flickering lighting produced lengthy, dancing shadows on the walls, showing the building’s solemn design that dated back millennia. The roof soared high above, covered with exquisite, time-worn frescoes that appeared to guard the numerous tomes below. The air was still, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of pages or distant echo of footfall.

The shelves, built of dark, polished wood, stretched eternally in all directions, each bearing the weight of centuries-old books and forbidden knowledge. Some volumes appeared to sag under the weight of their age, while others stood straight and proud, their leather-bound spines broken and matured.

In the dead centre of the library, atop a reversed pentagram, stood a statue of a snake made from white marble, sat upon and winding around a black, marble pedestal. The snake’s jaw was unhinged enough to comfortably hold an apple between its sharp fangs, the apple itself had been painted the most delectable shade of richly dark red, and polished as though it were a real apple, so shiny you could see yourself in it. It represented the most famous of Lucifer’s triumphs: presenting “God’s children” with the knowledge they’d need to withstand his criminal behaviour. Standing in front of the snake, you very much felt how Eve would have: curious, enraptured and tempted, and you felt your stomach churn at the celebration of such a pivotal point of their ancestral history.

The pentagram the snake lived upon was also a marvel to behold, though you hated to admit it. The pentagram itself was carved into the pentagonal shaped stage, each of the corners of the star lining up perfectly with the points of the pentagon. Each straight side leveled out the different heights of the flooring using two, wooden staircases separated by a thick ramp - the ramps themselves covered in artistic portraits of all animals associated with Him, showing goats, cats, bats, owls and crows - all animals that became associated with Satan. All incredibly intelligent animals, no wonder the Catholics feared them. In a circle surrounding the pentagram were intricately carved atropa belladonna flowers and vines, floral representation of his existence. The petals of the belladonna were subtly stained a purple hue to replicate their natural colours.

The statue made you uncomfortable, especially as the snake’s eyes seemed to follow you around the room. And so, you ducked into one of the shelves and hid from its gaze, though you could still feel its sight burning on your skin. The Cardinal laughed at your discomfort, but followed you wherever you went, his ghouls immediately in tow. You had considered making a run for it, now that you knew the size of the library. And, there was a brief moment where you were about to enact your spontaneous plan. But the chain was still tied around your wings, and you wouldn’t get very far on your feet.

You cautiously reached out, your fingers tracing the spines of the ancient tomes that lined the shelves. Each book seemed to pulsate with a dark energy, whispering secrets and promises of forbidden knowledge. Despite your trepidation, you couldn’t resist the allure of the mysteries that lay within.

Your gaze fell upon a weathered volume bound in cracked leather, its title obscured by time and wear. As you pulled it from the shelf, a shiver ran down your spine, as if the book itself were alive and watching you with malevolent intent.

Next, your eyes were drawn to a tome adorned with intricate sigils and symbols, its pages yellowed with age and filled with cryptic incantations. You could feel the power emanating from the ancient text, calling out to you with a seductive whisper.

You spent what felt like an eternity wandering the shadowy aisles of the ancient library, your senses overwhelmed by the weight of the centuries-old knowledge that surrounded you. Time seemed to warp and distort within the confines of the unhallowed halls, leaving you disoriented and uncertain of how long you had been there.

In reality, it was difficult to say exactly how much time had passed. Minutes stretched into hours as you pored over the dark tomes, each page revealing new secrets and mysteries. The Cardinal’s presence loomed nearby, a constant reminder of your captivity and the precariousness of your situation.

You finally chose a book, despite the weariness of your bones after contemplating the tomes for so long. You were surprised to see such a wide variety of works, anywhere from fantastical fiction, to non-fiction books based on history and language. You had settled in the religions section, morbid curiosity getting the better of you and finding yourself wanting to know what the mortals truly thought of the Almighty and His grace. There were numerous texts debunking the existence of the Almighty, which you cackled at. You couldn’t understand how people wouldn’t choose to believe that at least one creator existed - even if it wasn’t the Creator. And, so, you picked up a Bible, the King James’ Version, to be precise, and made your way back to the Cardinal.

When he saw the book you were holding, he raised his eyebrow, but chose to say nothing. Instead, he watched you walk over to one of the desks and situate yourself there, ignoring the Satanic followers on the chairs nearby gawking at you with open mouths and pale faces.

The Cardinal approached just as you opened the book and cleared his throat, “Angel, what are you doing?”

“I am reading, Cardinal.” You responded, matter-of-factly, as though he were stupid. “I had not deemed your ancient eyes would falter in perception, albeit they bear the weight of eternity. Flaws in sight are unsurprising.”

“You do realise you don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to?” He asked, staring at you warily.

You laughed, “To appropriate a tome from a library? Cardinal, ‘tis thievery. ‘Tis a sin.”

“You’ve been in libraries before, right?”

You sighed and closed the book. “Indeed, I have ventured into libraries. I have graced some of the grandest ones. The Library of Ashurbanipal, the Library of Pergamum, the Library of Alexandria… that last one was my cherished abode. Such splendor, such vibrancy. Delving into scrolls within was always a delight to my soul.”

The Cardinal flinched, “Maybe we should get you a history textbook on Ancient Egypt.”

“Thou possess a copy?”

“Several… was that the last time you went into a library, circa 100 AD?”

“Ah, yes. Mortal years tethered to the birth of Christ. Naturally, thou dost adhere to those. It was nearer to 100 BCE. It was my ultimate sojourn to the mortal realm before I ascended eternally to Heaven.”

“Great, so times have changed. Most books within libraries you can take home with you, and you can take home multiple at a time.”

You sat and listened intently to the Cardinal’s explanation on how modern libraries worked, and though you could feel he was holding information back from you, you were sure this wasn’t a malicious act. He was thinking before he spoke, making sure all of his words were simple and easy to understand. And so, with this newfound knowledge, you chose multiple books, most of them historical and linguistic based, allowing you to properly study the Almighty’s creations and what they’d done in your time between visits. Playing catch-up was always your favourite thing to do before your Heavenly missions began, and so it excited you to learn 2,000 years had passed and a lot had changed. Upon the Cardinal’s recommendation, you grabbed a historical textbook on Ancient Egypt, though you couldn’t fathom what new information you would learn, given you’d already spent so much time there.

Approaching the front desk of the library, you were met by a stern-looking Satanic nun who regarded you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Despite the discomfort of her gaze, you remained composed, knowing that any sign of weakness could be exploited by your captors.

With a sense of trepidation, you placed the stack of books on the desk, each one heavy with the weight of forbidden knowledge. The nun’s eyes flickered over the titles, her expression inscrutable as she scanned each one. After a moment of silence, she reached out with a bony hand and began to process the books, checking them out in silence.

As she worked, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. The library, with its ancient tomes and whispered secrets, seemed to hold you in its thrall, trapping you in its shadowy embrace.

Finally, the nun finished checking out the books and handed them back to you with a curt nod. You accepted them with a sense of relief, eager to leave the oppressive atmosphere of the library behind you. With one last glance at the forbidding shelves, you turned and made your way out of the building, the weight of the knowledge you carried heavier than ever before.

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lily-blue · 2 years ago

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Baby, we’re more alike than you think

☆ characters: rich kid!eunwoo & rich kid!you ☆ genre: rich kids au, college au ☆ warnings: bullying, implication of sexual assault (it crosses the reader’s mind at one point, but doesn’t happen for real) ☆ request: DV24. form this prompt list ☆ summary: Eunwoo doesn’t like to be cornered, so he turns the tables and leaves you with no other option but to beg for his mercy ☆ words: 1,4k ☆ dedicated to: @dat-town ♥

Most people would have called you an idiot for pretending that you weren’t part of one of the most influential families in your country - in a prestigious university, no less -, but you liked having friends who liked you for who you were rather than for how much your father’s company was worth, hence you couldn’t stop the act.

It had started out completely unintentionally, though; you had sat next to this cute brunette on your first day of university and seeing the Demon Slayer keychain dingling on her bag, you had asked her about her favourite character since you were also a fan. You had hit it off right from the start - as soon as Yuqi had picked the Water Hasihra whom you, too, had a soft spot for -, and in-between lectures and seminars, you had slowly discovered at least half a dozen things you had in common. You had never become friends with someone so cool so easily. It had felt like it had been written in the stars.

Considering that you two had many things to talk about, obviously your financial situation or family background hadn’t come up immediately. And if you had wanted to be honest, you had preferred it that way. However, the difference between your lives had become painfully obvious when entering the university canteen, some spoiled brats had felt the need to push Yuqi’s tray out of her hand and her on the ground. Their reason? It had been to put her back to her place and simultaneously humiliate her for being on scholarship.

Your throat had closed up as the realisation had hit you, but you quickly regained your cool. You could have easily put an end to the harrassment if you had introduced yourself properly - being the youngest child and the only daughter in your family, you hadn’t been shown off to the public yet -, but one look at the anger on your friend’s face had said it all: Yuqi wouldn’t have appreciated a rich kid’s help. On the contrary! She might have given up on you and your friendship altogether before you could have formed a strong enough bond. So you had said nothing.

Instead, you had crouched down beside your friend and helped her up, dragging her out of the canteen, all the way to a more secluded part of the campus. You hadn’t talked a word about her scholarship, but you had let her vent about the entitled nepo babies of your country and in a matter of mere months, you two had become the loudest spokespersons on the injustice in your university.

Being a Communication major, your assigned role was to write juicy, exposing articles about your fellow university students who abused their family’s power and while most of the time you were well-hidden in the shadows, behind your laptop, sometimes you had to put yourself out there to investigate. This was how you ended up in an empty tutoring room on the second floor of your school’s library with Cha Eunwoo whose lackeys had left the two of you alone as soon as the young heir had told them to.

‘Give me your phone!’ The boy demanded and while a teeny-tiny part of your brain was aware that you should have been more afraid, you were too pissed to do as he said. The only people who could boss you around were your parents and grandparents and even them rarely did so. Who was he to think you were his servant?

‘You mistake me for those losers. I don’t have to do anything you tell me to,’ you reminded him with a scoff, your perfectly made locks bouncing as you put your whole chest into this disrespectful, lowkey mocking gesture. You didn’t break eye contact. In fact! You kept your chin high.

‘I don’t like repeating myself,’ Eunwoo said, his facial expression so cold, you could feel the chill it sent down your spine when he took a step closer to you. However, you were your father’s daughter and despite your poor-girl-act, you had pride.

You linked your arms in front of your chest and let a lopsided grin adorn your rose-tinted lips.

‘Look at that. We actually have something in common,’ you mocked, enjoying the smallest cracks on his mask even though it didn’t take long for him to hold onto his self-control. He had clearly moved in the same circles as you would have done if your parents hadn’t been so protective over you.

Your grip tightened around your phone a little when Eunwoo took another step closer to you, but you refused to show how intimidated you really felt until your back hit one of the white walls. Because then… then you gulped. And that was a telltale sign, blood in the water. Just like a shark, the boy seemed ready to tear you to pieces.

‘Oh, we have a lot more in common than you let your pathetic little friends in on,’ Eunwoo said while he brushed a stray lock behind your ear. His touch was burning even though his finger barely grazed your jawline.

He leaned closer, so that his lips were right next to your earshell. Your heart was beating in your throat.

‘You like airing our dirty laundry, don’t you? How about we do that to yours. Wouldn’t you like that?’ He taunted you, his voice barely above a whisper and yet, at that moment it felt like he was talking into a microphone. A loudspeaker. ‘One more thing in common.’

He knew. Cha Eunwoo knew that you were faking it.

He knew and he enjoyed his leverage on you, which made your blood boil.

‘Fuck off,’ you pushed the boy further with both of your hands, but after the initial surprise faded, you lost your adventage. He invaded your personal space once again, effortlessly.

Eunwoo squeezed your cheeks, your lips puckering all sulkily.

‘Ah-ah. Let’s do something about that mouth of yours,’ he taunted you and for a second, by the way he was staring at your lips, you thought he would kiss you.

You yelped when he dug his fingers into the soft flesh in the crook of your neck and pushed you on your knees. What was happening? Would he… you tried to turn your head away, but his grip was too firm. Would he force you to suck him off in the library? He wouldn’t have, would he?

‘Start to beg. And don’t forget to kiss my feet while you’re at it,’ Eunwoo said and while his demand was outrageous, the relief you felt when you realised that he didn’t intend to rape you outpowered your annoyance.

Actually, you were so caught up in your slowly dissolving fright and the reassurance that his covered crotch in front of your face was a mere consequence of your heights that you lost touch with reality for a second.

Why were you kneeling in front of him? What had he said?

‘Beg for what?’ You asked, more confused than anything, which earned an eye roll from the boy. He crouched down in front of you and shook his head as though he was disappointed, as if you should have cared what he was thinking about you.

‘To keep your secret, of course. Though, if you want something else, too… Well, I might give it to you if you’re asking for it nicely,’ he shot a disgusting grin at you, smug and suggestive, which made you want to spit at his face.

You almost did so.

‘Go to hell,’ you mumbled under your nose, finally able to look away with his hand off your body. Still, it didn’t make you feel less caged. His closeness in itself chained you to the wall, and you hated it.

You hated him.

You hated that even though he knew who you were it didn’t shield you from his cruelty. That he didn’t give two damns about your family, but could use them against you at the same time.

‘Your friend works in the school library in her free time, doesn’t she? Should I go and find her?’ He asked, clearly amused and you bit into your lower lip to suppress another curse. He was clearly unaffected by your words and you really shouldn’t have risked pissing him off for real, should you?

As much as you would have liked to tell him to feel free to look for Yuqi and leave you the fuck alone, a part of you knew the girl would have hated you not only for lying, but for being rich as well. There was no way she would have forgiven you if Eunwoo had aired your dirty laundry and you loved Yuqi.

The possibility of losing her made your hand shake. When Eunwoo stood up and nudged your shin with his foot, you pressed your lips together and bowed.

You refused to let him see your tears fall when your lips touched his designer shoe.

the end.

#cha eunwoo #eunwoo #cha eunwoo x you #cha eunwoo x reader #astro scenarios #rich kids au #college au #eunwoo x you #eunwoo x reader #astro eunwoo #ssbyme

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far-from-official · 2 years ago

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Hey um im sorry if this comes off as rude i dont mean to. Your prismo design is really nice but i dont recommend you use fully black for the skin. As thats how dark skined people where drawn back in the day. Im scared some people might not understand and be dumb and start harrassing you for no reason so please be careful

Oh no there's a reason why his skin is fully black in this one it's because in this AU he's projected as a shadow rather than a beam of light 😭

We have thought this through & was already utilizing it as best as we can 😅 he needs actual clothing to keep himself projected otherwise he might get burned by the sunlight & he's actually technically a of the nightmare prismos if he's bothered enough

There's an entire arc where they look for his corporeal body because he feels there's a part of his life missing [in this au because he's projected as a shadow, he doesn't know he's a wishmaster]

We've also have several plot points pointing out the similarities & differences being projected as a shadow rather than a light too 😅

The pink part of his eyes is an eye mask he wears, he tries his best to use all the time even when he's not being hidden behind the safety of his clothes cause he's afraid if he ever "wakes up" He can't keep being himself!

😅 I appreciate your concerns anon, 😁 I hope our well intentions come across regardless of the stakes

#carmen dreams au #adventure time fionna and cake #fionna and cake #prismo the wishmaster #prismo

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who-is-shades · 11 months ago

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raz dnd 41

long rest~ parsley apparently didnt notice senna when he got back xD cheesy bacon potato soup from zen thanks. teya is still pouting from getting punched. wheatley waves at her. senna is groggily sipping something and staring into the void.

parsley asks zen if it would kil him to make some bacon. "theres bacon in it!" everyone clowns on zen for only soup xD parsley is now in charge of cooking!

senna asks if parsley notices anything different xD "did you cut your hair?" senna just quietly nods and resumes sipping, then cleans her weapons and plays some shogi. parsley feeds rouge some soup! shes also sick of the soup XD

hes gonna feed her fingers?! bro no. "this is how it gets started." he makes mimicking hand motions and senna is just watching his hand very strongly. uh oh shes in playful cat mode. shes getting ready to pounce! HES DISTRACTED TACKLE! SP runs over and also starts bapping him as he hits senna xD

wheatley sits on his legs?! senna is fucking gnawing on his arm and wagging her tail xD wheatley waves over teya as a peace offering to harrass parsley XD he tells rouge to attack but she just sits there. teya gets her skeleton out and animates her to harrass parsley xD parsley grabs a bone and starts smacking senna with it. she grabs the bone and walks off with it and plays shogi.

teya collects the rest of her bones on the ground F. wheatley pats parsley on the head and gets up. he just keeps lying on the ground. wheatley goes to bug and join senna in shogi. she tries to wave android over for some game. declined F. no frens ;-;

camp backed, off we go! or not. parsley disassociates xD senna gives teya back the bone. wheatley keeps giving teya sad eye. before we can go a voice behind us says "HO THERE!" we see a person covered in full plate armor head to toe?

parsley has hand on sword immediately. "I seek the one named senna!" "Whats it to you?" wheatley stands in front of her protectively xD he claims to be a friend and seeks her aid. she peeks from behind him "may i help you wish something sir?"

she squints and slowly approaches him. its a lich! a flaming skull! THE GREAT PAPYRUS! he strikes an epic pose! senna screams and lifts him in the air! "Your alive!" "Yes but not quite!" parsleys asks teya why everyone they meet is dead? papyrus's god brought him back as a holy lich! 3 liches met so far lol.

senna puts him down, wags her tail, and introduces him as her brother in law. he says hes been tracking her down cause they need her help. senna stammers shes on a quest to save the world. "is it related to those robots ive seen lately?" the kingdom had been attacked! the followers of izaris and lady maria drove them out, then decided to stay and strange things have been happening. familiar things?

she drags him away from the group xD parsley immediately turns to the others and goes "ok wtf is wrong with those 2." teya fucking casts an illusion and hidden steps fuck.

senna asks how he even found her. he says he died of old age xD "and how is...your....brother..." oh hes fine spingledorf helped him xD just gives him new bodies! and how is cimbus? hes king now! refused to remarry awww. senna looks so fucking sad.

"Im sure whatever the issue is you dont especially need me for it." "But you'd understand it the most, it might involve 'them.' " senna gets pale and shaky. "haha no thats not possible, its been handled. why would you even consider that?" theres been some reoccuring instances. similiar tactics and actions. dont know who is doing this but they need her help and shes the most familiar.

senna says she cannot get involved in it, and that they can very easily handle it themselves and theres a reasonable explanation. teya has been relaying all of this back to the others. he says cimbus sent him specifically to get her, its that serious. can never hide from family!

she still turns him down and insists they can do it on their own. wheatley explains whats going on to the others. "Oh shit is it finally sennas turn?" thanks parsley xD hes losing it and thinks its a conspiracy, i mean- hes becoming self aware oh no. how are they all connected.

he says people have started to disappear and shes good at tracking down the Noble Ember. "not very noble if you ask me." senna clenches her fists hard and grabs him. "They are not here i dealt with it i ended it." parsley sees wheatley using message and reminds him to update them.

papyrus points out it has to be them. wheatley wails that the noble embers killed chell and he will cry. senna tells papyrus they lost enough time, and if somehow this is happening, lady maria can deal with it. they have to go save the world.

as senna tries to leave, papyrus says maria disappeared as well! senna whips around concerned. how when why?! in the chaos of the robot attack some cultists snuck in maybe. influence for them is growing, more missing cases coming up. sennas church goers have tried to help but its just dead ends.

Serkonos isnt far from the dragony area their going to, so should be easy! dragons, then serkonos! senna has to ask the others first. teya heads back swiftly to beat them xD

senna asks if after they get past the dragons they can visit her homeland to deal with some troubles. she points it out on the map and its pretty close to their path so its fine. and papyrus will join us! wheatley asks if he wants to spar! senna says they can wait for that they have a lot of ground to cover.

teya tries to steal his fucking name senna is so fucking pissed. senna asks papyrus about some people she knew. culius is the same as ever, the whorish assassin lol. parsley is like 'he has a haram?!' lol.

bern and ribbon? her clothes shop is still going, bern has been helping hunt down the assholes. they let bern go all loose, a full 25 feet! (magic ring keeps him normal sized) parsley is like wtf. "he just kept growing from what he told me."

senna shyly asks how frisk is doing. their an artificer! very smart! gathering all that scrap. "Does your brother know your...bringing me?" "Of course i told him!" hes been busy lately trying to run his merchant business. somehow lazy and hardworking.

senna suddenly shudders, realizing shes gonna have to deal with being queen when she gets back. get cimbus to revoke that. teya goes over to parsley and tries to find out why hes lost in thought. he glares at her xD reminding him we care about him so yeah were gonna bug him.

wheatley keeps trying to fish papyrus for info on frisk lol. parsley is talking shit in sylvain about papyrus wtf leave him alone. senna warns papyrus to stay away from cirmes. she also tells him about the hydra that attacked parsley and no one else remembers. now their making fun of her for being drunk and senile xD

senna tells him about fighting the eyeball lady in the feywilds. wheatley says she was familiar. "we also time traveled a bit, dont do that." teya and parsley are pissed lol. "i almost drowned again that was great." "sorry!" lol.

papyrus has been kicking lots of evil ass over the centuries lol. "How did he even become king?" parsley and teya dont fucking trust him wtf. sennas just happy to see him again and asks how he actually tracked them down. he just winks lol. she starts talking about some stuff from the past. parsley accidentally lore drops robogod lol.

senna asks if they want anything from her queenly powers before she surrenders the queen title. zen wants to meet culius's harem, senna says no xD wheatley says he just wants to spend as much time with everyone as possible. parsley wants a house. android doesnt want anything. teya has no idea and wheatley wants us to all live together awww.

#senna #dnd #dnd adventures

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chrisevansluv · 2 years ago

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don't even like Alba, and their hatred got to a point that made me feel bad for her./

When don’t you feel bad for her

You can dislike her as much as you want, but it's still unfair the hate she's been receiving since she started dating Chris (and long before the whole racism problem came up). People harrassed her and everyone around her, have been posting scenes from past work trying to degrade her and making her a laughing stock, she's had fans watching her every move and using it against her (no matter what the fuck she did or didn't do, because she'd get hate either way)... And all because Chris decided to follow her one day and started putting interest in her (because this shit has been going on since Sept/Oct 2021 when it was rumoured Chris was in Spain).

I feel bad for her because, as a woman, I can't believe other GROWN women are throwing a girl under the bus for the mere reason that she's doing what THEY ALL could only dream to do. Because the problem was the 24 y/o falling for the A-list superstar after a follow, and not the 40 y/o man that pursued her in the first place. It's sad that people, to this day, keep blaming and villanizing a woman to protect a man that doesn't even know they exist. All the hatred was based in jealousy, and not valid reasons (until enough research was done earlier THIS year, 2023). That's why I feel bad for her, because she's been used as a punching bag by bored people online that need MENTAL help.

It's not even about Alba, but all the shitty mentality that there's behind this hate. Because we all know if it weren't Alba, it'd be anyone else. And it wouldn't matter how unproblematic and perfect she'd be, these people would find a reason either way. It's the hidden misogyny behind all these people's words and actions, and it just keeps proving that there's no way we can move forward when we have people doing this type of crap. It's concerning

#cevansluv #fandom

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cimsos · 4 months ago

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Your OC mockbait is cute! I like their hat! I'd be happy to hear about them, if you'd like to share! ^^

im very tickled that you're interested!!!!!!!!!! Sure!!!!!

oh and apologies ahead of time but this read will be rather disorganized and LENGTHY!!!!!!! warning for vague suggestiveness!!!!

Pronouns are he/him (GNC). His human age is around late 50s (a tad younger than Hound, if I had to compare). Gen X. He is the larger of my bunch, around Sky Gallop's size or Blast Train's Express form. Who cares about mass shifting. His Metal Card is a Hawaiian sling pole spear.

Despite his size, he's not that strong. Feeble, maybe. Just look at that puny crane and hull...

I haven't thought him out well. He's laid-back, materialistic, and er, detached. Like a guy that might share cryptic anecdotes intended to impart his so-called wisdom (it's either bullshit or actual advice depending on his mood). And by that, I mean he's often depressed. In the way of that one meme with the two pictures of people with the caption, "Nothing in life matters!" with the 2nd more dominant.

He CAN be jaunty—adversely and especially when he's struggling with his thoughts, so while he might have a voice like Captain Schwann from Tales of Vesperia in a normal context, he'll sound like Raven's lighter inflection when he's super unwell (a time period of where he makes an incessant number of dry jokes). Also, he's not skilled at self-maintenance so he has a fair diesel stench.

NORMAL VOICE:

SUFFERING VOICE:

Voila.

For his past, he was considered an outlaw on Machina, though not all that infamous with him only smuggling valuable merchandise (and sometimes drugs) under the table. Reason being, he was a run-of-the-mill merchant mariner but always had the desire for more, even if it wasn't going to be ethical. His network from the ground up grew sizeable, yet secretive and curated. And No Undercover Star Guardians Allowed! If push came to shove, he'd talk up a buddy to get rid of any snooping then go about his day like normal. Or ask Acid Flux to lethally dose them, somehow.

Gletscher has met him a few times, and REALLY dislikes him, not helped with how he's a tough nut to crack in interrogations.

Speaking of before, his partner that helped him with his success is Acid Flux. Though he's lazy and calls 'em 'Sid, which Flux does not favor and has given up on chastising him for it. They're the purple mech from my post. Genderfluid chems dealer. Voice claim is John Rubenstein (KR: Jang Kim) voicing Descole/Desmond Sycamore from Professor Layton, which I won't embed because this post is about Mock Bait.

The two are odd. For Mock, Sid has become the only person he has a soft spot for. They'd put out the equivalent to Machinan cigarettes on each other, dissect each other, probably link with the other while they're high. That and similar. But they don't necessarily love one another (or. don't partake in the traditional display of it). She doesn't mind Mock being stank to hell, but she does become finicky when Mock starts to handle her ingredients, like uh, "You're going to fuck up my formula with those dirty hands of yours. Wash them, could you!" etc.

His current time on Earth is spent lounging in various harbors, docked undisguised, no permit. He enjoys harrassing the locals at night by freaking them out with his eyes. Chuckles loudly at their fear. And while the supply is exponentially smaller, he still commits to transporting Flux's merchandise as well as his own to hidden Cardbots across the world.

That's all I have ATM—thanks for reading if you did ^_^<3

#metal cardbot #메탈카드봇 #oc #text

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kunikinnie · 2 years ago

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a/n: i was reading a shoujo manga for... research purposes and there was this portion... ye

warnings: profanity, mentions of sexual harrassment

reacting to you going to a mixer/group date

featuring: Ranpo, Akutagawa, Kunikida x GN!Reader

Edogawa Ranpo

He's annoyed as hell. Not at the fact that you were indeed going to a mixer, but rather that he knew that your intention was to make him jealous and it's working.

Fine, have it your way. You're old enough to do what you want and he's mature enough not to be too affected by it. Besides, there's no reason for Ranpo to be - you're in love with him anyway, so why worry?

It still doesn't lessen the bitter taste in his mouth, though. Seriously you're just wasting time.

He'll bitch about it openly for days until the mixer. That includes questioning your life choices, trash talking men in general, and actively sulking in his desk.

After the date, however, he'll be the quietest he's ever been. He both observes you intently and avoids thinking about you at the same time. Did you really enjoy it that much? Did- did you no longer like him the way you used to? The answer to that is something he's not ready to determine for himself, even if it's clear as day that you still love him very much. His brain's a jumbled mess that he's not sure if he keeps second-guessing himself.

Depending on how you act, he might semi-accidentally confront/confess to you after that.

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

He has never been to one nor has even entertained the idea of it, so when he learned of it he was not sure what to feel.

It's not exactly the same as dating, right? So if it was just harmless, commitment-less fun then he wouldn't question it further.

It's when he hears of the harassment that can occur when his anger soars.

Yes, he's confident in your abilities, but to subject yourself to it? Why do that? All for the slim chance of finding a potential partner? Are you that desperate?

To constantly seek approval and appreciation... he knows that feeling all too well and he'd hate for you to endure the same fate.

He'll actually try and stop you from going. He's that worried.

(Or the image of lewd men ogling all over you is just so exaggerated in his head that even Akutagawa wonders why the heck you'd choose those fiends over him.)

Whether or not you go is still up to you, of course. But if you do go, there is a small chance that he will be nearby... just in case he's needed, you know?

If he finds out there's someone you liked even by just a little bit, he'll emotionally and literally distance himself from you. He just can't handle it.

Otherwise, the weight lifted from his mind relieves him by a ton. Not that he'll do anything new to get closer to you, unfortunately, but perhaps he takes a step closer to that.

Kunikida Doppo

You're free to do as you please, so he says nothing and pretends to be cool with it all. Deep inside, however, a million thoughts bounce in his mind all the while.

Was it a sign that you weren't into him? If it was, then could he still do something to change your mind? Or will doing that harm your relationship even more?

Now Kunikida never considered himself to be the attractive sort of guy, but he's not half bad, wasn't he? Hidden insecurities suddenly surface and he gets all anxious.

Being the open book that he is these feelings will seep out during work. Maybe he'll be a little less patient, a little more irritable, and definitely a little sad. As long as the whole affair isn't shoved into his face by you and especially by that idiot, he wouldn't burst.

The way he copes with it is he runs over his ideal partner list and tells himself that maybe you weren't meant for each other (and other bs) in order to convince himself it's nothing he should be affected by.

And yet the moment you walk by he knows he's deeply affected. Damn he liked you this much? Enough to burn that whole list and every similar thought to the ground? Yes. Yes he did.

He'll be available for you if you need him. Do you need someone to rant/cry to after the mixer? Then feel free to call him. Need someone to gush about it without judgement? It hurts, but again he'll be there. Need someone to kick some sketchy dude's ass? Then hell yes, he'll be ready to help you.

The way he reacts to you after the event depends on yours. just like Akutagawa. But unlike him he wouldn't leave your side, even only as a friend, since his loyalty to you surpasses any hurt he may have.

#bsd #edogawa ranpo #akutagawa ryuunosuke #kunikida doppo #ranpo x reader #akutagawa x reader #kunikida x reader

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tmwcs · 2 years ago

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My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 8

Warnings: Harrassment (mainly sexual) against reader, slight use of violence (for good reason).

Lots of fluff in this one, I would say if you had to skip chapters (though I wouldn't recommend it because all of the chapters will have fluff that is juicy) but this chapter is a must as it's leading to a very important event.

Noting that it had been a few weeks at the very least since you last saw him, you were caught off guard by his sudden presence, but figured it was obvious since he’s more than likely here to meet up with Vicky.

Though his attire differed from his usually relaxed style he frequented, the black cap remained, like always. You chuckled to yourself at the prospect that you may never know the true face of Ethan Lee.

It was evident that after the countless times you saw him in the shade, black and dark bold colors were his favorite. He wore black skinny jeans, only this time there were no rips or holes in them, they were neat and looked fresh. He also had on a black v-neck shirt, a casual fitted blazer in the same color, and a pair of expensive looking boots, also in black. He was looking rather suave and refined.

You smiled at the thought of Vicky going through Ethan’s wardrobe and picking out his clothes with her being dressed in the usual preppy manner, no doubt this was an ensemble that she picked out for tonight. There was something else you took note of, although it took you a moment to try and figure out what else was different about his appearance, then you realized it was his hair. From what you could see that wasn’t hidden beneath his cap, his hair looked to be a few inches longer. It was slightly shaggy, some of the elongated pieces grazing over the helix of his ears, which adorned two types of earrings, one stud and one dangling with a small chain and a spear tip trinket hanging off the end.

Towards the back of his neck, though tapered, his hair still held on to some length, just enough where it rested below his collar. The sleeve of his blazer, rising from his reach, when he grabbed a bottle to pour himself a drink. You saw a silver chain bracelet wrapped his wrist and a collection of rings on his fingers.

While he took a sip of his drink, tilting his head back, he peeked down and notices you, giving him a gentle greeting wave and smile as he makes his way to come greet you verbally, re-leveling his head to where the bill of his infamous cap covered his eyes and left only his lips and his nose exposed. He displayed a small smirk on his lips as he spoke;

“Y/n, how have you been?” Hearing his voice for the first time in weeks, you felt relaxed.

A flash of comfort came about now that you were in a shared space with someone other than Gabe, who had subjected you to harassment that, while not physical, was still troubling you as much as you tried not to let it.

Of course, you refrained from doing so, yet you couldn’t lie to yourself when you thought about telling Ethan everything that had transpired since you last saw him. With Vicky being oblivious and Samuel being too busy, you hadn’t been able to vent out your frustrations regarding Gabe, which was something you were starting to believe you needed to do. You were just waiting for the right time to talk with Vicky.

You felt the smile that adorned your pretty lips softened at the thought, it just felt so comforting, and you couldn’t help but let it reflect off your face as you stood there, realizing now that you missed talking with Ethan.

“I’m doing good, how have you been?” You responded softly, just loud enough so you could be heard over the music. Your friendly smile coming back to life as you answered.

He didn’t answer your question, instead, he stood there silently with his eyes still covered. You felt a bit confused as to why he paused and wouldn’t respond, then you realized, he noticed something on your face that garnered his full attention. Unknowingly to you, a piece of your hair was stuck to the corner of your mouth.

The piece delicately reached over your cheek and remained gracefully planted, more than likely getting stuck as it draped over from when you tilted your head back, finishing off your drink just before he approached to greet you. He leaned in slightly, just a tad bit and while he may have not noticed, this was the closest you’ve ever been to Ethan.

For the first time you inhaled the scent of his cologne, it refreshingly cool, brisk, and bold. Not at all subtle but not overpowering either. You tried to narrow down the scent, it was faint, but you felt almost certain you detected a combination of mint and cedar; a very masculine scent that suited him well. It made you weak in the knees; you never met a man who smelled like that, it was powerful and intoxicating.

He gently raised a closed fist and barely rested it on your cheek. Using only the stretch of his thumb, he reaches for it, maintaining very light skin to skin contact. His touch was so gentle, considering he was such a tall and intimidating looking man, yet the smoothness of his swipe along the icy scent overwhelmed you.

Grazing downward, his thumb gently pushes the piece of hair away as he continues to move it off to the side, tucking it behind another piece that framed your face, just so it would stay in place.

“…I’ve been good.” He finally responded as he assessed your face with a content look.

His voice was probably the softest you’ve heard him speak; it was almost airy. Your breathing shortened. It almost felt like you couldn’t get air into your lungs as a slight sense of soreness was pierced our chest, that the blood rushed throughout your body, like Daytona 5. You hoped to God that your face wasn’t losing composure, because internally you were. Not being to withstand looking in his direction, you lowered your head just a tad trying to regain some stability in your breathing.

You shifted your gaze down and looked as you rolled the empty Red Bull can in your hands. Ethan also looked down to your hands, noticing that you were trying to regain steady flow in your breathing as you exhaled. In his usual mute fashion, he reaches over, grabs the can from you as he delicately pulls it out of your grip; the can slips out of your hands as you raised your head slightly, looking off to the side, not yet ready to look at his face.

He turns to face the bar, exposing his profile. His eye barely peeking from below his hat as he looks over to the bartender and places the empty can on the counter.

The bartender looks up at Ethan as he spoke in his usual relaxed tone; “Red Bull.”

The bartender nodded and handed him a freshly cold can to which Ethan received and turned back to face you. His eyes become hidden once more as he faces your direction, handing you the drink. You received it graciously and thanked him. At that moment, someone calls out from behind Ethan, at first you thought they were trying to reach him, but you realized they weren’t calling his name.

A young man is seen approaching closer to Ethan. His face looked friendly and kind, he reminded you of a puppy with his eyes wide as he reached out to pat his shoulder, displaying a big smile.

“Heeseung! Hey man what’s up? Hadn’t seen you since this morning. Where you been?” The young man spoke out as he and Ethan grabbed hands and pulled each other into a familiar hug as they greeted one another.

“Hey Jake.” Ethan replies. Just as Ethan received his friend; a pretty girl walks up from the man who was identified as Jake.

She reached around his arm, hugging it shyly. Jake turned his head to her while grabbing on to her hand in a reassuring manner, his smile grew wider as he looks over to “Heeseung” and introduces the girl.

“Heeseung, this is my girlfriend, Emily.”

Jake guides her to stand in front of him while rubbing her shoulders to ease her nerves as she shakes Ethan’s hand, obviously feeling timid from Ethan’s presence. Understandably relatable as you recall your first meeting him.

Emily was short and cute. She almost looked to be the same height as Vicky, possibly shorter. With a shaky hand, she reaches to meet with Ethan’s, only grabbing on to the tips of his fingers, she trinkled out her greeting.

“Hi….I’m Emily.” Her voice ridden with fear. You felt bad for the poor girl, had you not been a stranger to her, you would have consoled her and shared your experience on meeting Ethan for the first time.

“Nice to meet you.” Ethan simply nods and gently shakes her hand that was barely hanging on as she began to prematurely retract it when she looked up to view Ethan’s face.

You thought to yourself on how Ethan should really work on his countenance, the habitual effect of scaring the wits out of people wasn’t doing him any favors. Jake looks to your direction and his eyes widen as you both made eye contact, becoming grounded, his gaze began to zone out as he studied your face. He catches himself staring and shook back to his senses after Emily shoved and hid her face into his chest, feeling apprehensive of Ethan’s spine-chilling presence.

“I’m sorry, we haven’t met. My name is Jake, are you a friend of Ethan’s?”

You gladly shook his hand and gave a warm smile back. He really was polite and the tone of his voice was bubbly. He matched the criteria of someone who was loved and respected by everyone, never made an enemy in his life. Similar to Vicky.

“Nice to meet you, I’m y/n. I’m Vicky’s roommate, I met Ethan a few months ago.”

Jake looked somewhat perturbed when you mentioned Vicky’s name and glanced over to Ethan, who while remaining unchanged in his posture and expression, simply looked back at Jake and nodded his head from left to right as he briefly closed his eyes. Jake, giving a single nod back, looked as if he solved a riddle that laid beneath Ethan’s expression. At that, Jake turns his face back to you.

“Oh, I see…well, it’s so nice to meet you. This is my girlfriend, Emily.”

You were about to exchange greetings with the girl as she smiled widely and took your hand, which you had intentionally extended for a handshake. Yet instead, she held it with both hands and performed mini jumps as she became overly excited in meeting you.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! I know who you are! I’ve seen you around campus and we have the same anthropology class, you’re the pretty girl everyone talks about!”

You were too stunned to speak, instead you looked at her with your mouth shocked open. Did you hear correctly that you both share the same class? You became even more perplexed of her mentioning this, which made you feel terrible for not recognizing or even knowing that she existed, yet here she was bouncing with joy while holding your hand, making her way closer to you as if she was going to embrace you out of pure joy.

“I’ve always wanted to say hi to you, but I was too shy-oh but!…wow…you’re…really pretty up close.” Her jumps slowed to a stop and her smile was replaced with a deep stare as she trailed off in her sentence.

Stunned with a look of esteem wonderment, she paused all movement and didn’t break eye contact as you watched her catch her breath and her hands slowly released your one. Jake looked at her adorably and laughed. He began teasing her for expressing how shy she had been to approach you, yet suddenly found courage to pour out her heart and feelings after meeting you via a third party introduction.

Ethan leaned back slightly to rest against the counter behind him, crossing his arms and tucking in his chin. Despite how the angle of his hat covered his entire face when he dipped it down, you saw a tiny glimpse in the showing of teeth as he gave out a small chuckle. He nodded his head, looking as if he felt Emily’s reaction was warranted, before bringing his head back upright, licking his lips and peering his gaze off to the side. You hear the girls calling to you, bidding you to come over to them. You excused yourself and gave a friendly so-long gesture to the boys as you walked over to the group.

Ethan and Jake migrated over to the opposing side of the kitchen, pouring their own drinks, engaging in friendly conversation. Emily stayed back and remained by your side and continued in getting to know you. You enjoyed her company and had fun laughing and poking fun at the comical whims of your shared professor. She was funny as she would accurately portray Mr. Lewis, your anthropology professor. You introduced her to the girls and their boyfriends; all of course were receptive of her and complimented on her dress as you all engaged in girl talk away from the boys.

You were having a great time. With the addition of Emily, you and the girls spent majority of the evening talking, laughing, and taking a few shots here and there. Just as you were pondering on her whereabouts, Vicky, on que with your thoughts, walks through the narrow hallway that led to the kitchen.

The entryway she emerged from was parallel to where Jake and Ethan were standing. Expecting for Vicky to migrate over to unite with Ethan, you were deeply shocked that they remained apart, and that only the exchanging of looks was shared between them. Ethan had his back leaned up against the wall, taking the strain out of standing for a long period time as he was talking to Jake. His arms remained crossed, and his face was slightly tilted forward as he shifted his gaze and daggered a very stern glare over to Vicky. A look that he had never issued to her before, not even during their worst arguments.

He didn’t make any movement towards her, not one single budge. His face remained hidden under the casting shadow of his hat as his lips remained shut and stretched into a tight line of aggravation. Vicky on the other hand looked uncomfortable and rather embarrassed.

By now, you already configured that they were either in the middle of an ongoing fight or that they were no longer together. Unsure if she decided to break it off with him much sooner than she had previously stated, you felt a boulder of dreadfulness hit you as you realized that, if they were no longer together, that could only mean…

Before you finished your thought, entering through the corridor and coming in behind Vicky, was Gabe. He was accompanied by another male, one who had a snarky look on his face and just like Gabe, was dressed in expensive attire, judging by the brand logos plastered all over. Speaking of which, it seemed Vicky imparted some fashion sense onto Gabe, seeing as how his outfit was well put together this time. It didn’t look randomly mismatched or screamed for attention.

A sudden shock of realizing something punched your gut from within. You were just now considering that the entire time Gabe was present at the dorm, Ethan, never once appeared or objected to his frequent visits, which was something that that would have happened, had he and Vicky been still dating. You felt like a fool. You stared at the floor speechless; you’re typically more observant than that, yet you had been blindly unaware of the obvious that pertained to this situation.

As they both entered the kitchen and walked over to the girls, you noticed the casual display of Vicky and Gabe’s affection as he wrapped his arms around her waist. You suddenly thought about Ethan and shot a glance over to the area he and Jake were standing. He simply stood there, but not without stabbing a glare towards both, Gabe, and Vicky. They remained ignorant to notice as he would observe their body language, before shifting his gaze over to you.

Making direct eye contact with you as the look on his face softened and he projected a new demeanor, much different than how he looked when he was eyeing the other two. You overheard the girls talking and they remarked on how handsome Gabe looked, the first you ever heard them speak that way towards him. Both, Gabe, and the young man standing next to him were shooting devious looks over to you.

Noting their stance and the sudden shift of eye movement, you realize that you were the topic of their exchanging of whispers. Issuing your own harsh looks towards Gabe and Vicky, Ethan looked your way intently observing you, he noticed your brows slightly furrowing the emotions of discomfort. He waited for you to look back at him, but you never did.

You were distracted by the plotting that was happening afoot, your instinct persuaded you to keep your eye on them. A disapproving look was cemented on your face as you watched Vicky with a discerning look smeared across your face. Gabe greets the girls and of course, initiates physical contact by opening his arms and receiving hugs from the girls and being touchy as ever. They remarked how the color of his attire brought out the blueness in his eyes, Vicky expressing bouts of “I told you so” towards him as he showered his sly smile. You were legitimately beginning to feel sick.

A nauseating feeling was beginning to rise from the base of your throat, and you contemplated in turning away to place your drink on the counter behind you and head back to your dorm room. Before you could set the can down, Gabe’s voice busted through your bubble as it sounded too close for comfort. You snapped your face over and saw him standing in front of you.

Poor Emily had to shift aside as he rudely made his way to get to you, almost stepping on her toes in the process. His eyes moved around as he took in your appearance, first staring at your chest before moving further down to your hips. He displayed the look of lustful perversion as he began reaching for your waist, trying to pull you in so he could receive a “hug”. The man was so shady, always using his requests for embrace to feel up a woman’s body. The nausea was starting to make you feel dizzy as you smelled the disgusting scent of his cologne surrounding you.

You felt violated the moment his greedy hands grazed the sides of your hips, something he normally did whenever he greeted Vicky or the others. You felt ridden with a sense of uneasiness as you clicked a step back, feeling the counter behind make contact with the base of your spine.

Snapping your head away, you stared at the wall, trying to be as calm as possible while your eyes became glossy out of frustration and disgust.

“Okay okay, I get it. You’re not the type to like hugs. But I just wanna say, y/n…” Gabe lets out in between his chuckles.

Of course, you weren’t going to hug him. You never had done so to begin with, yet he was always tenacious in getting one from you. Your head remained kinked, avoiding in facing him directly as you eyed him from the side and watched as he lifted his hand to point at you. Extending his index finger, he moves it up and down, directing the indiscriminate tip of it towards you.

He issued a nod as he followed the direction of movement with his finger, displaying his approval as his eyes shifted in sync. “Very nice. Hmm. Very, very nice.” You lost all composure, and the anger was reflected as you shook your head in absolutely disgust. You badly wanted to tell him off, but you couldn’t manage to find the words to use at expressing your disdain. There were too many that you wanted to throw at him and it was overwhelming when you couldn’t narrow down which ones use.

You thought about side stepping away along the L-shape counter to escape the pressures of the harassment. Yet you hesitated and your mind began to over think your actions and his reactions. Remaining still, you played out the effect of how he and his friend, in response to you trying to escape through the narrow path at your side, could snag you by the arm, taking advantage of slurred movement in your side steps.

Your eyes shifted back to the wall as your head remained facing over your shoulder, slightly leaned back as you felt Gabe’s face leaning in towards yours. You noticed the blank void of the paleness as you noted that Ethan and Jake were no longer present. Your focus on Gabe’s ill manners enabled you to be unaware of their disappearance, unsure of when exactly they departed.

The man hanging with Gabe and Vicky came up and peeked over Gabe’s shoulder, a single “whoa” came out of his lips, followed by him inquiring your identity. Regarding you, they exchanged a conversation as their eyes dripped down your figure.

“Who is this?”

“y/n. Vicky’s roommate.”

“Oh dude! This is y/n?! Damn bro, she is fucking hot! Fucking aye man!” Gabe’s friend coming off just as ill-mannered as himself, you could see why they had a bond.

“I told you. She’s perfect.” Gabe suddenly shifted the talk towards you as he pelted you with his mistreatment.

The sight of the wall was beginning to become blurry from the glossiness that burned your eyes.

“Y/n, do you have any selfies of yourself? You should send me one sometime, you know, just for memories.” Gabe’s audacity in requesting a photo projected the other man to chime his excitement as he requested for one himself.

Just as you were beginning to think that it couldn't get any worse, you once again found yourself drenched with utter shock towards the stupidity of the two as they manufactured their request. Their ignorance astounded you into pondering if they really thought you were going permit them a photo, handing it out like candy.

You rolled your eyes at Gabe’s displayed audacity. You tried yet again in your attempts to keep it together; however, the rolling of your eyes nearly projected the collected moisture in your eyes to stream down your face. As frustrating, uncomfortable, and sickening you felt in the stomach, you didn’t want to give Gabe and his friend the satisfaction of seeing your tears. You just had a feeling in your gut that convinced you to believe they would enjoy seeing that, regardless if it was caused by their tormenting behavior towards you.

The two exchanged laughs and remained planted, showing no signs that they were going to move. Gabe’s friend asked you to dance with him while Gabe looked over and chuckled.

“Just remember, I saw her first.” Gabe veered with a smile that reflected a disrespecting vibe of sportsmanship.

Your resolving will was deteriorating and you wanted to scream. The details of the wall could no longer be made out due to the collected moisture formulating in the ducts of your wide eyes. It was blinding your sight as all you could make out of the kitchen were shadows of blur.

Just as you were beginning to reach the abysmal pits of your despair, something suddenly projects out from the side, a shadow glints passed your face and projected a bolt of impact as it is met with Gabe’s chest.

It was fast, hard, and forceful.

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dilfartist · 3 years ago

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If I were a zombie

Tw: death mentioned, non-con touching, harassment mention, stalking, non-con kissing.

“The young soul, Higashikata Josuke, has died due to a fatal car crash.”

the room erupts with students gasping in unison. Grief was present both in the principal’s expression and tone. As your principal began a long monologue for his lost student, the room barely paid him any mind. Josuke was a beloved part of Morioh, so naturally, the news was hard for everyone. Josuke's close friends Okuyasu and Koichi were the most heartbroken from the news; for evident reasons.

Half of the students in the room were crying, the other half had an expression of sorrow. You on the other hand had a poker face.

What was your take on the boy's death? Well, you did feel sorrow for him, but other than that, you couldn't bring yourself to care. While that seemed like a heartless thing to say, you had reasonable justifications for your emotions. Josuke harrassed you due to his crush on you.

You were new to the school, a foreign exchange student. Being a new student, Josuke decided he'd be the one to show you around. After the tour, he never left you alone. He followed you around everywhere like a puppy. Josuke never did understand what a boundary was.

Even if you explained how uncomfortable you were with how he touched you, he'd laugh in exchange. And the notes. Man, did you hate those notes! Josuke left plenty of gifts and letters as a token of his love, no matter the number of times you rejected him. The reaction from others didn't help, most of the girls would give you envious glares, and if you refused him, everyone gave you dirty looks. To them, you were just a bitch. You couldn't help but feel relieved the harassment was over.

For the first time Morioh the sky was a dull grey. Everyone was miserable, except you. As you passed through the school halls, you noticed there were already sticky notes on Josuke's locker. "I miss you." "rest well." "gone too soon."

the days went by, things started to go back to normal. Morioh sky turned back to its abnormal color yellow. But, something felt off, for you, it felt as if you were being watched 24/7. Or maybe you were just being paranoid. Until one night you decide to eat out at a restaurant. You had just finished studying at the public library and while walking home you passed by a McDonald's. You weren't fond of microwaved leftovers so you ordered something small but filling.

You ate quietly while staring out the window. You finished your meal stood to pay, but your wallet slipped out of your grasp. It hid far between the table legs, making you bend down to reach it. When the wallet was back into your hands you stood back up. You screamed at the top of your lungs and fell back into the wall behind you, a man was looking at you from the window, oddly their silhouette was familiar.

Of course, bystanders were concerned about your panic. An employee walked you home since you had been frightened to walk home. From that day on you carried around protection. Something was off though, the man’s silhouette was so familiar, it had to be the hair.

Bizarrely, Okuyasu and Koichi's behaviors flipped. For the past four weeks, they had been doing nothing but sulk sadly, which was understandable, But the next day they were so giddy and upbeat.

They started to leave school during lunch hours. There was nothing wrong with it, of course: perhaps they wanted to eat out like they used to with Josuke. You wanted to get something to eat for lunch as well and saw Okuyasu and Koichi, the strange part was instead of heading in the direction of a restaurant they went in an ally way. Strange.

Matter of fact, bizarre occurrences had been happening recently. Your window was kept shut, yet every morning you'd wake up and see it cracked open, personal belongings went missing, small gifts were hidden around your room.

You weren't dumb, someone was stalking you. Unfortunately, the police force is useless. They told you, you had no actual evidence of a person stalking you. Even when you showed them the gifts. You had to take care of this problem yourself.

The next day you stole a baseball bat from the gymnasium. You hid the bat underneath your bed, so you'd be ready to attack your stalker. Not only did you have a weapon to defend yourself, but you had a camera hidden between your bookcase.

You’d be ready.

You jumped up from the sound of a cacophony of dogs barking in unison. You weren't completely awake yet, you still felt weary. Your surroundings were unclear, it was possibly caused by the fuzzy feeling in your head. You felt yourself falling back to sleep, but you halted your actions when you saw something climbing into your window.

Your eyesight was still limited, yet it didn't stop you from jumping out of your bed and snatching the bat out of its place. You ran towards your stalker and striked them with all of your might. You managed to whack them in their side, which stunned them, but only for a minute because they caught the bat when you attempted to attack them again.

The stalker held you tightly with an unforgivable strength. You thrashed around to escape their grasp on your body. But the more you struggled the more breathing became a difficult task.

You only had one more trick you could try. You screamed powerfully, “Help!Hel-!”, a hand covers your mouth.

“Stop screaming babe.”

You stop moving around when you recognize their voice. You leisurely look up towards the person who has a tight grip on your body. Their eye’s were the only thing you could make out. Their eyes reminded you of the color of a dark blue Dimond. Only person, you knew had those eyes.

“Josuke..?” you questioned in disbelief.

“That's right!” you could tell a grin formed on his features. You pushed away from him and fell onto your mattress, now you had better access to his appearance.

Josuke stood in front of you, his skin pale with patches of blue and purple. A sight a Coroner sees when running an autopsy. Speaking of, how could you not notice the nascent smell of rotting flesh. You press a hand to your nose in an attempt to block out the unpleasant smell. Josuke’s hair was still perfect, it seemed untouched; while Josuke’s uniform had several rips and cuts.

“Man, I've been waiting to talk to you again! It's been forever.” Josuke exclaims as he throws himself onto your computer chair. You fall out of your trance, “Josuke, you're supposed to be dead! How-.” Josuke cuts you off, “well it's a long story, but I guess I'll tell you.”

“Yes I did get into a car crash but I crashed for a reason, I was chasing someone. Before I could die in the crash, Crazy Diamond came to the rescue.” Crazy Diamond? Like the song? Josuke must have noticed the look of confusion because he was quick to explain. “You might not believe me but, I and many others in Morioh have an ability. They are manifestations of life energy and only certain people can obtain them.”

You found it hard to believe, but then again wasn't this a rotten corpse talking to you?

“Can you show it?” you asked curiously. He gave an apologetic look, “well only stand users can see their forms but I can show you in a way.” he motions over to a glass cup on your computer desk. It begins to float in the air, With josuke a couple of inches away, meaning he wasn't playing with you. The glass falls onto the floor and breaks into a thousand small shards, causing you to flinch and let out a small shriek. “Here comes the cool part!” Josuke snaps his fingers and the glass returns to its original shape.

While you are still in astonishment, Josuke continues with the story. “Anyways, C.D managed to save me just when I was about to die. That's why I'm basically a zombie.” you didn't know what to say. This was all just insane. This had to be a dream.

Josuke had forgotten about the conversation in a flash, instead, he was focused on you. “So.” he draws out the word, “did you enjoy the gifts? They were hard to get, Okuyasu and Koichi had to get them for me.”

You remembered the whole reason he was in your room, he was a fucking stalker. “Hell no!” you yelled, Josuke lunges back at your abrupt attitude. “Are you fucking crazy! You stalked me, why would I enjoy these gifts if I also had the awareness you have been invading my house?”

“Get the fuck out of my house, Higashikata!” The atmosphere becomes heavy when that sentence leave your mouth. Something felt sinister about Josuke, it could be his body language or the fact he gave you a deadpan expression.

“No.”

“No?!”

Josuke smirks, “I’m not going anywhere. Finally, I'll be able to be with you. I've always dreamed of being in a relationship with you y/n, but you constantly made it hard for me. Before my “death”, I planned to just kidnap you, but luckily everyone believes I'm deceased. If you were to contact the police they’d never believe you, no, not for a second.”

What was he planning to do now? Your body trembled slightly at his threats, “I-have evidence!”

Josuke let out a small, short-lived, boisterous laugh. He quickly got on his feet and walked towards your bookshelf. He grabbed the camera and smashed the thing against the ground, you weren't going to be able to fix it.

“Not anymore.” He turns towards you, he moves with rapid speed. He traps you into a corner, his lips are only a couple inches away from your ear: “you’ll stay in this house with me, you’ll occasionally leave only for groceries. Don’t think you can escape me either, Okuyasu and Koichi are my eyes and ears.”

He presses a small kiss to your cheek. You cringe at the feeling of icy flesh pressing against your skin. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of us both.”

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