#& that disturbance you feel in the force? it's me ( ooc. )

[awearywritersworld]

my very soul demands you

sukuna x reader summary: you introduce sukuna to cuddling and romance novels. meanwhile, he's still struggling to make sense of his feelings for you, despite wanting to commit murder because another man had the nerve to touch your arm (which earns him a lecture from yuuji). w/c: 2.5k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst to fluff. jealous!sukuna. aged up!yuuji. features yuuji x reader. cursing. banter. hopefully not too ooc for sukuna. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: this could maybe be read as a stand alone, but it'd flow much better with the context of the previous two parts. lots of denial and begrudging softness from sukuna here. definitely more fluff than anything tho. this series has been fun to write, so thanks for reading<3 i appreciate reblogs or feedback! let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any additional parts. series masterlist // masterlist

when you crawl in between sukuna's legs and curl up against his chest, it's a foreign experience that makes his body stiffen.

he'd been with countless women during his lifetime, but while fucking is one thing, he never once found himself in a position that struck him as this... intimate.

"hold me," you whine as if you can sense his unfamiliarity with such matters.

he rolls his eyes, beginning to wonder if your habit of throwing orders at him is actually some sort of compulsive need. "didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"

despite his irritation, he acquiesces to your demand and once he envelops you in his arms, some of his rigidness dissipates.

you hum contentedly. "isn't that better?"

"it's tolerable," he asserts, his chest vibrating against your cheek.

"whatever you say." tangling your legs with his, you turn your attention back to the movie you've both been watching.

he doesn't understand this... tedious display of affection, nor does he particularly enjoy it... right?

and he only allows it because he can't rid his mind of the image of your tear stained face... right?

yeah, that has to be it. he figures he can endure this, given that he was the reason you were so upset earlier.

it goes without saying that he doesn't realize it when he begins to rub absentminded circles on your back.

and the way the warmth of your body forces his usually tense muscles to relax goes unacknowledged.

when the credits begin to roll, sukuna's wearing an expression of unimpressed disinterest. "that's seriously how it ends?"

you don't respond, so he looks down only to find that you're fast asleep.

"tch. you ask to watch a movie, force me to pick it, and then you don't even have the decency to stay awake." he's not sure why he's chiding you even though he knows you can't hear him, but he keeps his voice low enough that it won't disturb you.

sukuna's spent more time than he cares to admit watching your sleeping form, but this is the first time that it's actually him you're pressed against. it's the first time he can reach out and touch you.

your hair has fallen across your face, so he pushes it back behind your ear gently. the pads of his fingers brush against your cheekbone, a ghost of a caress, and his gaze lingers on your parted lips.

he lets out a deep breath, tearing his eyes away from you. "impertinent brat."

reaching for the remote, he flips off the tv and casts the room in darkness.

upon waking up in the morning, yuuji's confused once he notices that he's on the couch and you're sleeping against his chest.

he may have been half asleep when he arrived home, but he's still positive he went to bed. stretching his arms above his head, the movement jostles you from your slumber.

"mornin', baby."

"good morning, yu," you yawn in response, shifting to sit up.

"how'd i wind up on the couch?" he asks, though he's already got an inkling of the answer.

"oh," you blush. "sukuna kind of made an appearance last night."

"that so? how'd it go?"

you think there might be a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips. is he teasing you?

"good," you offer. "we watched a movie."

"watched a movie with the king of curses," he muses before his face breaks out into a lopsided grin. "you sure are somethin', baby."

returning his smile, you lean in and press your lips to his. "hm. says you."

it's not uncommon for you to meet yuuji for lunch if his mission is short and nearby, and today is one of those days, so he eagerly makes his way to the cafe you agreed on.

he's still a few hundred feet away when he spots you through the window, chatting with a man he recognizes as your childhood friend.

his gaze drops to where his hand is wrapped around your forearm as you both share a laugh together.

it doesn't really bother yuuji, he trusts you implicitly and jealousy isn't an emotion that's really on his radar. the same can't be said for everyone, though.

sukuna watches on as well, his thoughts much darker than his vessel's. who does that wretch think he is, putting his hands on you?

you're not his to touch.

"give me control," sukuna growls, his mouth appearing on yuuji's cheek.

"and why would i do that?"

"so i can rip his heart out and gift it to her since he seems so interested in offering his affections."

"duuuude," yuuji begins, somewhat amused. "i don't think she'd be super crazy about you murdering her friend."

"fine," sukuna bites back, well aware that yuuji has a point. "but he can live without his filthy hands, can't he? perhaps i'll pull each arm from his torso—"

yuuji snorts. "you have some serious issues, man."

he can feel sukuna trying to take over and easily curbs the attempt, though that only fuels the king of curses' irritation. "my only issue lies in the fact you're allowing this to happen."

yuuji reaches the door, a bell chiming through the cafe as he pulls it open. "she's a big girl. she doesn't need either of us to dictate what can and can't happen to her."

once you see your boyfriend, your face lights up and you call out his name. you place a kiss on his cheek and snake an arm around his waist in greeting, and the space it puts between you and your friend is enough to keep sukuna from protesting further.

"you two have met, right?" you ask.

"yeah! hey, itadori! it's been a while."

"it has! good to see you, yamada."

"i'd love to stay and chat more, but i have to get going," he states, leaning in to give you a hug which you return. "we should all go out together soon!"

"absolutely not, you deplorable knave—" yuuji slaps a hand to his cheek before sukuna can continue and yamada gives him an odd look.

your eyes widen for a split second and you have to stop yourself from facepalming.

"what'd you say?" yamada asks, sounding a bit hesitant.

"i said absolutely, sounds like an enjoyable night!"

the men exchange a handshake before you and yuuji make your way to a table.

"sukuna, what the hell was that?" you hiss once yamada's out of earshot.

"i don't know what you mean," he responds smugly.

you meet yuuji's eye and he just shrugs his shoulders, but you swear the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

you can't imagine anything good coming from the two of them colluding with one another, but let it go anyway.

opening up your menu, you sigh in defeat. "if you say so."

"what do you mean you'd rather disembowel yourself?" you question the man sitting across from you.

it's becoming more commonplace to see those dark marks adorning yuuji's body during the nighttime hours. you sometimes wonder if he's letting it happen or if sukuna's just getting better at taking over, but you're too nervous to ask.

"do you need a dictionary? there's one over on the shelf—"

"no, asshole. i know what disembowel means! i just don't understand your refusal."

he raises his eyebrows at the obscenity, but doesn't comment on it. "i'm not reading some inane romance novel."

"but brontë's one of my favorite authors!"

"it makes no difference if it was penned by the gods. the thought alone is absurd. can we move on now?"

you don't respond. instead, you cross your arms and stare at the wall defiantly. your face is contorted into an expression that lets sukuna know you're clearly affronted.

"very mature, you silly little girl."

"sorry you find me and my interests so childish," you huff.

"oh, please. that's not what i said."

you continue giving him the cold shoulder, having no desire to argue further, but more than willing to die on this hill.

"fine, don't talk. it's no matter to me," he claims (despite it being the furthest thing from the truth).

as the minutes tick by, he keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye and exhaling dramatically.

eventually, he calls your name in an exasperated tone, and while it makes your heart flutter, you still don't spare him a glance. you just hold the book out for him and to your surprise, he rips it from your grasp.

"you're ridiculous," he grumbles, opening the cover to reveal the first page. "i hate you."

when he glances over to see you're beaming at him despite the insult, he adds (albeit half heartedly), "i mean it, brat."

the two of you sit in silence, each of you reading your respective books. a few chapters in, sukuna comes across the following conversation:

"do you know where the wicked go after death?" "they go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer. "and what is hell? can you tell me that?" "a pit full of fire." "and should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?" "no, sir." "what must you do to avoid it?" i deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: "i must keep in good health, and not die."

to your astonishment, you actually hear him chuckle, but when he looks over and finds your self satisfied smirk, any hint of humor disappears from his face in the blink of an eye. your hand quickly moves to your mouth to stifle a giggle.

"something you want to say?" he baits you.

"nope, nothing at all!"

two nights later, he's already nearing the end of the story and you refrain from commenting about how quickly he's made his way through.

you doubt he'd allow your current position if you had— you're laying on your side, your head resting comfortably in his lap, one hand occupying the space above his knee.

when you asked if it was okay, all he offered you was a clipped, "i suppose."

your hair is splayed across his thigh and your eyes fluttered shut a while ago. when he agreed to this, he didn't realize how distracting it'd be. his gaze flickers between you and the words on the page with embarrassing frequency.

he's decided what you call cuddling is absolutely suffocating. how anyone could actually enjoy it, he's sure he'll never comprehend. he can hardly concentrate on the novel that's right in front of him—

"read to me, 'kuna," you mumble, interrupting his thoughts. it surprises him that you're still awake.

he scoffs. "what do i look like? your personal audiobook?"

"you didn't even know those existed until like a week ago," you laugh. "c'mon, pleaaaaaase."

he stays quiet for a few moments, so you're under the impression he may just ignore your request. as such, you're exceptionally pleased when his voice fills the otherwise still apartment.

you think the sound of his voice is comforting, an idea that would more than likely make him cringe, so you keep it to yourself. after all, you don't want him to stop.

at some point or another, he begins twirling a strand of your hair around his finger whenever he's not turning the page, an action that seems to take place without his noticing.

occasionally he'll pause to ask if you're even listening. it's an odd feeling that blossoms in his stomach when you assure, "mhmm. every word."

as he reaches the second to last chapter, he reads a line that makes you question whether your heart's stopped beating. you're not sure if it's because of the tone of his voice, the words he's imparting, or some mix thereof.

"no—no—jane; you must not go. no—i have touched you, heard you, felt the comfort of your presence—the sweetness of your consolation: i cannot give up these joys. i have little left in myself—I must have you. the world may laugh—may call me absurd, selfish—but it does not signify."

he stops reading, as if he too feels the sense of unease that's invaded the air. against your better judgement, you turn to look at him. his eyes are glued to the page, almost like they're avoiding you, and his jaw is tense.

"my very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.”

when his gaze finally lands on you, his expression is almost pained. it's a strange contrast to the warm fondness you spot in his eyes.

you quickly push that thought away, however. whatever you believe you may have seen, you're probably just deluding yourself. you know you aren't his least favorite person, but surely he'd never feel even half of that sentiment toward you—

your breath catches in your throat when his hand reaches up, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. he still marvels at the fact you don't shy away from his touch, that you're usually the one to seek out contact with him.

perhaps the story is not as asinine as he expected it to be. rochester presumes jane will find him revolting, yet she still agrees to be with him, even after his selfishness has been made plain to her. after the sins of his past have caught up to him.

no, no, no.

to be so desperate for some woman's approval, or her devotion for that matter, is despicable. rochester's nothing less than foolish and sukuna isn't anything like him.

but you're certainly like jane, aren't you? fearless, passionate, and determined: all things he can't help but find endearing...

gods, what is this turmoil? it's making him feel pathetic and there isn't an emotion in the world he hates more—

you distract him from his internal monologue when your fingers wrap around his wrist and bring his knuckles to your lips. "you okay?"

"of course," he mutters, pulling his hand away. "just trying to get past all the mawkishness."

"really? you think it's that bad?" you question, the frown on your lips igniting that ache in his chest that appears whenever you're upset.

"it's not terrible," he sighs, realizing there may indeed be one thing he despises even more than feeling pathetic. "although i don't understand how jane is so taken with rochester."

you seem to ponder this for a moment before shrugging. "love is weird."

"what a clever analysis."

you slap his chest playfully. "oh, whatever. just keep going, you're almost finished!"

and you're right. he does reach the end of jane eyre that night, but not before you fall asleep on his lap. he closes the book, running a finger down the creased spine and setting it down carefully. it's obvious you've read it several times.

admittedly, he can see why, but he'd be caught dead before he'd ever tell you as much.

left alone with his thoughts, he considers the impossibility of jane and rochester: a charming, headstrong woman and a cruel, arrogant man.

leaning forward, he whispers your name to make certain you're asleep, then places a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"..sweet dreams."

[igotanidea]

What is wrong with you!? : AK!Jason Todd x reader

Just a little something to outline how i see this verse going. Suggestions/requests/feedback is highly appreciated.

WARNINGS: angst, SMUT minors DNI, probably bit of OOC

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He was strong enough to snap her body in two if he wanted.

To break her neck.

To choke her.

To hurt her.

But somehow in his crazy, washed brain, he knew he needed her. And in some messed up, freaked out, impaired way he felt for her.

Not only because she knew what he’s been through, but because it was also so easy to dump all his frustration into her.

He failed in his mission to kill Batman?

Rough sex

His militia was questioning his abilities to lead?

Blowing steam off while pounding into her.

Did he love her?

Yes.

No.

Honestly, what is love? He lost the meaning of this word a long time ago. What he felt for her was like what the owner feels for a pet. Some kind of allegiance. Sure, he would feel some sort of emptiness if someone were to take her away and would probably kill that person off while getting his revenge, but it was nothing more than that.

Or at least that was what he was telling himself.

He was not Robin anymore and his childish infatuation for her surely turned into something more animalistic. She was at his mercy.

Just like right now.

There were some disturbances in the force and it made him angry. Angry enough to grab her from the tech room where she was working and drag her into his own bed, stripping off his armor and clothes, doing the same to her, pressing her to the mattress with all the brute strength he had.  

“Jace…..” she writhed underneath him, feeling him kiss her body with the animalistic urgency, biting, scratching and squeezing. All of her body, except her mouth. He avoided that like a plague. He didn’t need intimacy, closeness and all that bullshit. She was just a playtoy for him. The same way she was for Harley back in the days. The same way he was for Joker. “Please….” A single tear flew down her cheek.

“Shut up.” He hissed, entering her without any prep or warning, just with one push. And it hurt like hell, even after all this time she was kept in Arkham like a prisoner. Well, he was big after all. Her poor body should have been used to all kind of torture by now, but the truth was far from that. And Jason made sure she stayed tight for him. “Just shut the fuck up and take what I give you.” Jason added, putting a hand on her mouth to muffle the scream she dared to let out.

“Jace….” She moaned, not sure if it was pleasure or pain. The fact was that she might have developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome.  She knew him when he was Robin. She loved him when he was Robin and in the back of her head she had this crazy scenario that if she could only comply with his action and commands he would come back to her. Love her back. Love her again.

Poor little thing thought she could save him from himself.

She believed that she could be the one to see and have the real Jason, not the Arkham Knight. But the more she tried, the more she failed. “Baby….” She writhed, one of her hand reaching for his chest and shoulder, trying to touch him, to feel his skin against her, to ground herself.

Mistake.

She wasn’t appalled or disgusted by marks Joker left on him.

He was.

“Get your hands off me!” he shouted and grabbed her tiny wrist in his ironclad grip, leaving bruises and making her whimper in pain. She should have known better. He hated his body, all those scars and imperfections. He hated being reminded of the past tortures and rough treatment and her touch, even if it was so loving and tender did just that. “You little whore!”

“I’m sorry.” She cried out “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…..”

“Just shut up!” he yelled picking up the pace, pounding into her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat. He did not care about her silent begging, pleading and whines. If anything, having such sense of control only spur him on. “I know you like it, don’t you? Being treated like a slut you are? Hm? Y/N? Answer me!”

“Jace…..” she begged, squirming and trying to free her hands, which were now pinned above her head “I….I…..” he was rough, brutal even, but he never failed to bring her pleasure, by some twisted accident igniting the fire inside her and her body slowly started to take over making her unable to form any coherent though, settling on arching her back, whining and silently begging him to not stop while losing her breath.  

“So cock drunk, aren’t you?” he groaned, pushing her body back to the bed harshly, one hand still pinning her hands to the mattress, the other gripping her hip, pushing into her more, harder, faster. “So fucking stupid you can’t even answer one question?”

“I….. ah! Please…..” she whined throwing her head back, exposing the soft flesh of her throat.

“Oh, no, you don’t get to cum. You’re here to serve me, remember? Not the other way round.”

“please…. Jay, please…. I’m so….. “ she gulped awkwardly. She shouldn’t even think about saying it, but it just slipped past her lips “so close. So good. You’re so good. God, Jason, please, please, let me. “

“No.” he smirked vindictively grabbing her throat, cutting the air supply and watching her struggling to breathe. He himself was so close to cumming now.

Finally, with just one more thrust he came inside her, letting out groans and animalistic sounds. But not words. He felt good with her, but it wasn’t like he was going to admit it.

And this time she got lucky since she managed to orgasm with him.

It happened from time to time, not that he cared at all.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He pulled out, immediately reaching for his pants ready to go back to his duties.

“Don’t go.” She cried out, pulling herself up, her blurry eyes and tear stained face making him stop for a second. What the fuck was wrong with her? He treated her like nothing and she still gave him that loving gaze? Why? She was supposed to break, to let go of all her hopes and fantasies filled with happy future with him and yet, all his actions did nothing to make her do that.  “Please, don’t leave me.” She begged, her body shaking, clearly getting into the subdrop phase. She needed aftercare, even the slightest aspect of it. Her entire posture, her curved, trembling lips, the stain from the tears on her cheek.

She was so fragile and vulnerable.

She was so pathetic.  

Fuck!

Those were the times when something in him broke. He might have been brainwashed to hate batman and everything connected to him, his freaking assistant included, but it was y/n. His friend, his first love (and most probably last, since he didn’t have much opportunities to meet girls). He wanted to hold her. She’s been through enough. But he couldn’t break. And even her sad eyes and extended shaking arms were not enough to make him change his mind.

“Clean yourself up.” He muttered “you’re dripping.”

And then he moved towards the adjacent bathroom. He needed a moment for himself. To collect and control every stupid emotion bursting inside him. The thin walls however did nothing to muffle the sobbing and crying of Y/N, who was shaking on the bed, silently calling his name, begging for attention like a little child. Even after all he’s done he was crying for him, wanting his touch and hugs and care and attention.

Fuck, he couldn’t go soft.

But it was painful to hear her like this.

To see her broken. By him. By the only person she wanted and need.

Fuck, she was making him soft.

He yelled in frustration and punched the mirror.

Hard. Hard enough to break it into little pieces that fell to the ground and hurt his knuckles.

The sound clearly scared her, since in a second she appeared in the bathroom door, watching him bleed to the floor. Wearing only her shirt and panties since it was all she could grab in a hurry to check on him.

Fucking check if he was all right.

“what are you staring at?!” he yelled turning towards her. Her eyes wide in fear, her lips trembling, her body shaking but she was so fucking beautiful like this. Just like in the other life, before Harley left her fingerprints on Y/N.

“I… I …..” she stuttered “you’re hurt.”

“Yeah, so what? It’s not like I haven’t been before.” He shrugged, shoving her away, trying to move past her.

“Let me help you.” she whispered, lifting her hand trying to reach him, but quickly realizing how much of a mistake it would be. Again. “Let me patch you up.”

“Why?”

“Cause I don’t want you to bleed. I don’t want to see you like this. Please, Jason, let me…. Let me help you.” she mumbled looking at the ground, too shy and scared of another punishment for even suggesting something like that .

Jason couldn’t comprehend it.

How was it possible that she wasn’t completely broken like him?

What the fuck was wrong with her?!

“Why do you care?!” he yelled in frustration, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her into the wall, a little squeal escaping her lips in the process. “Why?” he grabbed her chin making her look at him

“You know why…..” she sobbed

“don’t you dare saying it!”

“I…. I won’t….. I won’t, I promise. Please…. It hurts.” He let her go, preventing her from falling to the ground. “Let me….”

“Grab the kit. Just do your job. And do it silently. I don’t want any other stupid words coming out of your mouth, you hear me?”

She nodded and without a sound sat him on the bed taking a spot next to him. Her skillful, soft hands patching him up quicker than anyone else ever could. Years of practice as Wayne assistant (i.e. Batman’s helper).

“thank you” he whispered when she was done, not looking at her. She just nodded again, smiled lightly through the tears and laid down on the bed, not daring to hope for anything. Not anymore. And Jason was not going to give her anything, apart from throwing her a blanket so she could cover herself. And then he left, leaving her in the dark, still unable to figure out what was wrong with her.

[chosoisamalewife]

* Sees the angst tag in the masterlist * me: 😈

I request the finest dish of Sukuna and Male reader, with the drink being Angst. Sukuna had kept his Male servant around in the heian era and began to have a soft spot for him. But when he found a servant's dead body, he began to go mad. Now, the rest is up to you.

Sukuna x male!reader

A/N : I am a big angst lover so the moment I saw this request I squealed and instantly started writing

A/N : I gotten inspiration from the last of us opening for the death scene. Also Sukuna and reader had a special thing 😉😉 ALSO SUKUNA IS HEAVILY OOC

Sukuna wasn’t a kind man,well he wasn’t a man to begin with, he was a curse object that hated basically everything. He wasn’t kind at all, he was rough and mean. He was one thing that has zero weakness or so he thought. There was you he never understood why he adored you so much. You were a pesky human to him, a mere servant of his. However he couldn’t help but to be soft and patient with you. He felt pathetic every time he saw you smile, every time he saw your eyes and skin glowing in the sun light. The way you looked at everything with kind eyes, even him, a monstrous being. The way you trace the patterns all over his body, your fingertips grazing his skin gently like he was fragile glass as your soothing voice spoke. Oh your voice was something he could listen to always, it was one of a kind to him. He hated it but oh he couldn’t tell you to stop. You were a weakness to him and he hated, he hated everything about it, yet he couldn’t get rid of you.

He has even tried to, there has been many times he has thought about killing you. He has pictured it many times and many different ways, sometimes they come out of the blue. The other times is when you are sleeping peacefully next to him, his eyes starring at your resting face trailing them down looking at all the marks from him. He couldn’t help but to imagine ripping your heart out right then and there, doing the same thing you have done to him, making you feel the same pain.

You didn’t understand it either why he was so gentle to you. When you first became his servant he treated you like the other. He was cold and ruthless to you, the only person you saw he even remotely nice to was uruame. The first time that you saw something different from was when you bumped into by accident. The force of him basically knocked the breath out of your lungs. You just stared up at him with fear as he just stared down at you. You gotten on your knees "I'm sorry King. I must have been distracted I didn't see you." Your voice shook with fear. He reached one of his hands down offering it to you. You looked at him confused

"Are you gonna take it or what?" He asked without any emotion or tone to his voice. You put your hand in his helping you raise up. From there you saw him slowly began to soften. He knew the track you walked in the castle so he eventually start to intercept that track. He knew you liked to paint so he start to let you go outside to do that with his "supervision" of course. You had a favorite spot too, it was under a tree surrounded by flowers, so he had other servant set up a area for you there. He stood out there with you for the most of it he wanted to make sure you didn't run away. But that was just an excuse. He stood out there because of how peacefully you looked. He liked how you looked when you concentrate, he liked how your strong hands look holding the brush. He also did it to make sure that no one would disturb you.

One thing he hated more than how gentle you were, was the way you looked when you cry. Sukuna wasn’t a patient being which caused a lot of fights between the two of y’all. Sukuna never felt the need to apologize to anyone or anything but with you he just couldn’t help it. He felt the need to apologize especially after a bad one. Such as the recent one, he was sitting on his throne thinking of the way your eyes filled with tear before you stormed off. The way you yelled “If you are so tired of me then kill me! Do it already!”

He decided to ask uraume to make your favorite dishes as a act of him apologizing to you. When he brought the food up to your door. He could hear sniffling. He thought your were still upset so he put the tray on the floor and knocked gently on your door. "Y/N, I know you're probably still upset but here is some food. " That’s when he heard you say his name but it wasn't normal. It was odd like you were hurt. He opened the door to find you bleeding on the floor.

He ran to your body lying on the ground, the was a big gash from your chest to your torso. “Y/N, going to be okay.” He took you in his arms trying to pick you up which caused you to scream in pain. “ I know, I know but you have to let me. I have to get you help.” He tried again, your nails were digging into his skin as you screamed. “I know baby, I know.” Baby was a nickname that he has never used until now, it was always brat. He stood up half way before the grip you had on him let go and everything went silent. Your body fell limp in his arms. “Y/N” He sat down on the ground with your body cradle in his arms. He sat there just staring at the opened window. If he wasn’t late he could’ve caught that person, the thing that killed you. Or he could've killed it before it hurt you. The thing that took you from him. He’s going to hunt them but he doesn’t want to kill them. No, killing them would be to humane. He wants to torture them until their body can’t take it and give up.

He sits there for hours in the the silence of what use to be your lively room. What once was a room filled with laughter, talking, and other noises is now a room with nothing. The sound of the door opening interrupted his thought. He turned his head looking at the intruder, it was another servant. “My kin-“ the servant wasn’t even able to get the full word out before a slash went through his body. Uraume eventually came the fetch the body before leaving sukuna alone again. It began a repeated process of servants intruding to only be killed in a second

This went on for 3 days, your body started to decay but he didn’t move. He stayed there not caring about the decay or the smell. “Sukuna” Uraume opened the door gently. He stared at them with a look in his eyes that they have never seen before. Was it heartbreak, anger, madness that he didn’t want to let out. Simply because he didn’t want to disturb your resting body.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it.” He barked at them. They crouch in front of him leaving your body in between them.

“Sukuna, I think we should give him a proper burial. He doesn’t deserve to rot here.” He sat there for a second considering it. "Please" They pleaded with him hoping to get in his mind. He nodded slowly. "Where do you want to bury him"

"I know a place." Sukuna and Uraume put you in beautiful clothing before burying you along with your paint and brushes. Your favorite place became your resting place, under the tree surrounded by flowers.

For hours the quiet castle became home to thunderous yells the sound of things being thrown. No one even dared to ask Sukuna if he was okay, it was clear to what would happen. They would become like those painting of yours that he has ripped up. Those gorgeous painted vases shattered on the floor, he didn't care about the glass stabbing his feet. Everything reminded you of him and he wanted it all gone, it all destroyed and dead just like you. Sukuna's madness went as far as killing every other servant that met you. They knew that you were a weakness to him and he couldn't let them live. He made sure that only him and Uraume remembered you.

Over the course of centuries you began to fade into the back of his mind, a place that he will never tap back into. Those memories no longer had the same effect on him. They didn’t make him soft like they use to. They made him angry, viewing them as a time that he was weak. He even forgot that he was on a hunt looking for the person or curse that killed you. If anything he now wishes it was him that did it. He sees you as having a victory over him simply because he couldn't. You were his biggest regret and now you exist forvever in the back in his mind. You were like a thorn in his foot that he can never get out. No matter how much it annoyed him, it will always be there so he learned to ignore it.

[rhystial]

Jax and The Box.

fandom: the amazing digital circus

relationship: jax (romantic/platonic)

warnings: yandere, manipulation (+ emotional), isolation, kinda bullying?? it's jax man idk

let me know if more warnings need to be added!

notes: this is me testing my characterization of jax, i'm so sorry it's short and probably ooc!!! i promise once i write more of him, he will be near canon!!

ignore the plotholes... might edit this book to fix them... maybe

also reader is a jack-in-the-box :)

cross-posted from my ao3.

You've discovered that counting the days you've been stuck here is surprisingly therapeutic.

The act of keeping track of time, the passage of each day, and the steady increase in numbers is actually calming to you. It provides a sense of order and purpose in an otherwise chaotic and uncertain situation.

However, there is one individual who, sadly, has been known to disturb this peaceful atmosphere from time to time.

"Heeeey, newbie!" The words stretched out into the still air, seemingly echoing with the sound of anticipation.

Your body tensed up in response, ready to either fight or run (well... hop away, since your body didn't quite have legs), depending on the situation. You looked around, scanning the still unfamiliar surroundings for the man who had called out to you.

You had always found Jax's careless and sarcastic attitude to be a bit much, especially in these quiet moments. You were grateful for the moments of peace that you were able to indulge in, but his sudden, loud voice always seemed to ruin the tranquility.

"Hey... Jax." Your words were slow, measured, as if you were gauging his intentions before fully acknowledging his presence. The weary expression on your face was apparent, as if you were exhausted from the day's events and uncertain of how to proceed.

"Y'know, I've been looking for you!" His voice held a hint of playfulness, but the smile that spread across his face was somewhat forced.

As he stepped closer, you instinctively hopped back, your body responding on its own to the sudden invasion of your personal space.

"Oh... have you?" You managed to let out a weak chuckle, the tension in your voice palpable as you uttered.

"Sure have," he purred, "you're quite hard to find — even with that big crate of yours." His tone was full of a peculiar mix of amusement and malice, as if he were toying with you like a cat with a ball of yarn.

As his hand leaned over to pat the side of your box, you felt a wave of unease wash over you, like a storm was brewing inside you. He was too close, and you could feel his breath on your skin. The rhythmic patting was almost hypnotic, but you knew that it was a ploy to distract you and get too close for comfort.

Despite the conflicting emotions, you couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that he was right — you had been hard to locate, it was on purpose.

But somehow, he had managed to find you.

"Anywhoooo," he trailed off with a low hum, snapping you out of your thoughts, "Caine wanted me to grab ya n' whatnot... says there's a new game to be played with 'nother newbie."

You could only stare at him in stunned silence, your brows furrowed and your mind racing as you tried to make sense of his words.

"A new person?" you repeated back to him, your tone laced with a hint of incredulity.

He shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive gesture, turning away from you with a nonchalant sway of his hands. He stops abruptly when he realizes you're not following him, his face contorting into a deep groan as frustration boils just beneath the surface.

His patience seemed to have run thin, as he turned to face you with an exaggerated sigh. "Are you coming, or what?" he asked, his tone sharp and exasperated. You flinched at the sudden shift in his demeanor, surprised with his attitude.

His eyes narrow as he realizes you're not moving, his hand resting on his hip with annoyance. Before he can voice his frustrations, you blurt out a hesitant apology, feeling embarrassed and scared by his sudden change in demeanor.

His silence feels heavy, as if it's pushing down on you, making you feel small and vulnerable. You wish he would say something, anything to break the tension that feels as if it's threatening to crush you. But you can't seem to find the strength to speak either, feeling trapped by the silence between you.

"...Ya need me to carry you?" He breaks the silence, the anger of his immediately washed away.

His offered gesture of what you could only assume to be kindness makes you feel confused... and even a little guilty, even though you're not sure why.

He must've sensed your confusion, for he quickly adds another question, "Or would you prefer that I drag you by your box?" His tone is playful, and his grin grows wider as he waits for your response.

"I'd prefer you to not touch m—" You try to finish your sentence, but your words are lost as you're suddenly lifted off of the ground without any warning.

"Jax!!!"

Two days have passed since the stranger arrived, and they have yet to fully adjust to their surroundings.

Their skittishness was all too familiar, their hesitancy to explore this strange new realm mirroring your own. You've seen their apprehension and fear, the uncertainty in their eyes as they gaze around at the unfamiliar landscape.

It's clear that they're still adjusting to their surroundings, and you can't help but feel empathetic towards their plight.

Jax, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. As the new person stumbled around, you watched in disbelief at his display of apathy.

He seemed to derive a strange pleasure from making the new person miserable.

He would go out of his way to sabotage and humiliate them, tripping them and making a spectacle of their misfortune. His laughter seemed to ring out louder and more harshly every time he saw the new person stumble and fall, each cruel act seeming to bring him more pleasure.

You finally decided to confronted him about this.

"What is wrong with you?" You shout at the rabbit, your voice laced with anger and frustration as you grip the walls of your box tightly. Your eyes are narrowed as you stare him down, your body trembling with the intensity of your emotions.

"What do ya mean?" He counters, his tone casual, almost playful, his smirk never fading. The smugness radiates off of him, making the air heavy and oppressive.

His nonchalant response only serves to further frustrate and anger you, the intensity of your emotions only growing stronger as the rabbit continues to play dumb. You can't understand how he could be so unaware, so disconnected from the harm he was causing.

"Why're you being such a %$!# to Kaufmo?!" Your question came out as a shout, the anger in your voice clear and unmistakeable.

Jax's smug expression flickered for a moment, seemingly surprised by the sudden outburst. For the first time, you saw something behind his eyes — a slight narrowing of his gaze, a subtle twitch of his lips...

"You should be thankful that it's not you." His words were like a dagger to your heart, leaving you feeling a mix of confusion and anger. He was implying that you should be grateful to not be the target of his cruel behavior, that you should accept the fact that he would continue to torment Kaufmo with impunity. You couldn't believe that he could be so heartless, so lacking in empathy.

"It's your fault that I'm feeling the need to blow off steam in the first place." He added to his previous statement, holding a hand up to where his heart would be.

You wanted to lash out, to scream at him, to make him understand how cruel and unkind his words and actions were.

But you couldn't bring yourself to, and you didn't know why.

You've stopped counting the days after that, stopped marking their progression.

Life in the circus has turned into a blurry, endless cycle of days, each one a mirror of the one before it. Each day brings it's own frustrations and triumphs, it's own joy and sorrow, but somehow, they all seem to blend together, creating a seemingly endless loop of monotony.

Avoiding Jax became routine, too.

It was like a second nature, almost instinctual at this point. You've developed a sixth sense for detecting his presence, his footsteps, his voice. You instinctively knew what areas he frequented and which ones he avoided, which paths he took and which ones he left alone.

And yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't seem to escape his shadow, his presence weighing on you like a dark cloud.

You found yourself shying away from the rest of the cast, reluctant to engage in their shenanigans for fear of Jax's wrath. The last time you tried to participate, you remembered the way Jax had stepped in, his words cutting like a razor, his gaze cold but tone cheerful.

"You don't get to talk to them."

You didn't know if his words were directed to you, or the other members.

You had given up trying to make connections with anyone else, feeling like as long as Jax was around, you would never be a part of the group. The isolation was starting to take a toll on you, leaving you feeling increasingly alone and disconnected from those around you.

The loneliness was almost too much to bear, your heart aching with a deep, desolate sadness. You had no one to turn to, no one to confide in, no one to comfort you when things felt overwhelming. It felt like you were adrift in an endless sea of isolation, with no land in sight, no one there to help when you struggled.

Despite the pain and suffering that Jax had inflicted upon you, you found yourself longing for his company, the loneliness and isolation of your existence weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You were tired of being alone, of always being in your own box with nobody to talk to.

You stood there in the dim hall, your heart racing with anticipation. The night was quiet, and the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the soft rustle of your clothing as you shifted your weight.

For a long moment, you just stood there, mustering up the courage to knock. Finally, you raised your fist and rapped gently on the door.

The silence stretched out, each passing moment feeling like an eternity. And then, ever so slowly, the door creaked open. Jax stood there, his eyes piercing, his lips curled into a smile.

"Well if it isn't my favorite box-hiding member!" He exclaimed with a cheeky grin. "What brings ya here?"

"I...I just wanted to talk," you finally said, your voice trembling.

Jax's grin only grew wider. "Talk?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you took a step closer to him. "Please," you pleaded, "I just miss you, that's all. I miss having someone to talk to."

He had you right where he wanted.

© rhystial 2023 — my works may not be reproduced in any form and by any means without my consent/permission, translating my works is only okay if i give you the okay.

[niki-phoria]

Heyyy

Can you do headcanons about how chishiya,arisu and kuina are after arguments and how they say sorry?

Have a good day!!!!

‧₊˚✩ chishiya, arisu, and kuina reaction - apologizing after an argument

warnings: ooc chishiya, mention of a knife (i was going for silent acts of service, like chishiya gives up a weapon so reader can be safe but idk how obvious it is), sad arisu :((

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i don't write headcannons and when i get asks for them i turn them into reactions lol but i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

requests open !! read my rules first

‧₊˚✩ chishiya

i've used this gif so many times and i'll keep using it LOOK AT HIM SKNSLKS

word count 347

chishiya sits at the table in his makeshift workshop, making adjustments to another bomb. you lean back against the door, debating whether or not to disturb him.

“i was about to come find you,” he says, setting the can aside. chishiya turns to face you before gesturing for you to come closer. you obey, sitting down beside him. “i found this earlier.” he slides a switchblade across the table to you. “you should use it.” 

you open the knife, checking the way the light glints off of the side. “thank you.” an awkward atmosphere falls across the room. it’s like you can feel the weight of all your unspoken words mixing with chishiya’s, forcing their way down your throats and keeping both of you silent. 

chishiya stuffs his hands into his pockets, leaning back against the table behind him. he stares at the wall in front of you. “listen… i’m sorry.” the admission almost catches you off guard. chishiya sighs. he doesn’t look at you as he continues. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. you didn’t deserve that.” 

“you really hurt me, chishiya. you know i hate people yelling at me.” he shifts so he’s facing you again, hesitantly reaching out to grab your hand. you let him gently stroke his thumb against your knuckles. 

“i know, and i’m sorry. i’m not… good at talking to people. i thought years of being surrounded by death in medical school and during my work would’ve prepared me for this, but… it didn’t.” you look up at him when he pauses. some of the tension eases from his shoulders when you squeeze his hand. “i’m scared. we’re not safe here. i’m worried about dying. about you dying. i thought you were being reckless and i was upset so i yelled at you. i’m sorry.” 

“i forgive you.” you bring a hand up to his face, stroking his cheek. “we’ll be okay. i love you.” 

chishiya lets a small smile spread across his face. he grabs your hand and presses a kiss against your knuckles. “i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ arisu

word count 394 not a big fan of this one tbh

sharp, continuous knocking wakes you in the middle of the night. you shift, rolling over onto your side to face the door, willing whoever is knocking to just go away. after a few seconds of silence, the knocking continues. you let out an annoyed sigh, forcing yourself to get up and answer the door. 

you’re met with an anxious arisu standing on the other side. his hair is disheveled, eyes bloodshot and red. all of the anger drains from your body as he lowers his hand, looking down at the floor. “can we talk?” you step aside, opening the door and making room for him to enter. arisu whispers a small ‘thank you’ as you shut the door behind him. 

he sits on the side of your bed, fidgeting with his fingers. you lean over to turn the bedside table lamp on before sitting down next to him. arisu looks up at you before back down at his hands. “i’m so sorry.” his voice is quiet and shaky. “i shouldn’t have said that to you. you didn’t deserve that. i was drunk and stupid. i know it’s not an excuse and that saying this won’t make it up to you but i need you to know i’m so, so sorry.”

you sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest. “do you know why i refuse to play games with you?” arisu looks at you, teary eyes staring into your own. he thinks for a second before slowly shaking his head. “it’s because i love you. and more than that, i trust you. i don’t want to be forced to choose between my life and yours because i’ll choose yours.” you pause, forcefully blinking away stray tears that threaten to fall. 

“oh, y/n,” arisu pulls you into a hug. you let yourself be vulnerable, clinging to him. “i’m sorry.” he repeats the words like a mantra. like all of your worries will disappear if he keeps saying the words. “i’m so sorry.” 

you sniffle when you pull away, forcing yourself to look up at him. “i forgive you. but this can never happen again.” 

arisu nods. “it won’t. i promise.” he wipes away a few stray tears you hadn’t realized had fallen, coaxing you back into another hug. you wrap your arms around his waist, letting him rub your back. “i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ kuina

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kuina slowly makes her way over to where you sit on the rooftop, sitting down next to you. you don’t acknowledge your newfound company, still completely focused on the stars above you. the sky is clear, providing a nice view of the night. “you know, i’ve never really seen the stars before.” kuina glances at you, silently waiting for you to continue. “i’ve always lived in the city. you can’t see space with all of the billboards and light pollution blocking the view.” 

“i went stargazing once.” kuina says, returning her attention to the sky. “we were in the mountains. it was before my mom got sick.” her voice drops to a whisper. “i want to take you camping one day. we can make smores and stargaze and curl up together when the night gets cold.”

you reach over to grab her hand, intertwining your fingers together. kuina’s skin feels hot against your own - it always does, as if you’re the ice to her fire. “i’m sorry,” you murmur. your voices remain quiet in the darkness. 

“you shouldn’t be,” kuina dryly chuckles. “it was my fault. i overreacted. i’m sorry.” 

“it was my fault too. i should’ve told you before i left to hang out with her.” 

“y/n,” kuina sighs. she brings a hand up to your face, leaning in a little. “you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“but-” 

“no,” she leans in even further so her forehead rests against yours. “i’m sorry i yelled at you. i shouldn’t have done that.”  you can’t help but stare down at her lips as she continues talking. “how can i make it up to you?” 

“a kiss would help.” 

kuina laughs, a bright smile spreading across her face. the sound makes you smile in turn before she presses a sweet kiss against your lips. when she leans back you pull her back in for another, and another, and another.

[the-badger-mole]

The most ooc thing Katara did post-atla is not do ANYTHING about Aangs favoritism with their children. The Katara I know would’ve demanded he spend equal time with all of his children. Imo it shows how much her relationship with Aang made her a quiet, docile housewife and I find that really disturbing.

I'm going to be a bit controversial and say that it's actually not that OOC for her. Even in the main series Katara has a massive blindspot when it comes to Aang's nonsense. After living with Aang through his disappointment of his first two children being non-airbenders, I could see Katara buckling under the pressure and letting Aang do whatever he wanted. She definitely has her moments of OOCness, but I think they tend to be more in the comics in the way that she's content to just be the Avatar's Girlfriend.

For all I harp on Aang (and will continue to do because he's awful), Katara is an unhealthy partner for Aang, too. She held the Avatar on a pedestal, and in doing so ignored and even enabled Aang's worst traits. She certainly never held him accountable. I firmly believe that the only reason she ended up with Aang was because she felt like she owed him. Katara, as she was presented throughout the show, would have told Aang is she liked him. Especially since she knew for certain he liked her. She gave herself to him (after their horrible last few encounters and with no speaking lines on her part) because he was the Avatar and he'd saved the day (not really, but...) and he wanted her. I think that carried over to her children. She owed him his airbenders because of everything he lost. You can't tell me that Katara didn't feel some misplaced guilt about only being able to give Aang one airbending child. So, while I do hope that as a mother she did her best to shield Bumi and Kya from Aang's neglect, I'm equally certain she wouldn't have stood ten-toes down to him to force him to take responsibility for them, and that tracks from how she treated him in ATLA.

[dearestspirit]

comfort

-> scaramouche x gn!reader

-> fluff, takes place when scaramouche was still a harbinger, reader is also a harbinger

-> wc: 1038

-> note: this is probably ooc, i just like thinking about scaramouche having a soft spot for reader and this is how i (sorta) think he'd act! also if i got any fatui/harbinger lore/timeline stuff wrong, sorry <3 also i'm considering writing a part two for this that takes into account the sumeru lore for him? not sure yet!

the door to your office suddenly bursts open, whacking against the wall and nearly coming off the hinges. in shock, you leap from your chair and wince as it clatters to the floor. scaramouche storms in, face red and fuming. steam practically billowed out of his ears. his fists were clenched at his sides, and you were sure his nails were digging into the skin of his palms. strongly exhaling through his nose, he slammed the door shut behind him. a few moments of silence pass, scaramouche staring at the floor as he tries to ease his breathing.

"scaramouche, what's going on?" you ask, keeping your voice gentle so as to not disturb him further.

it wasn't odd at all for him to come into your office like this– somehow, despite his discontent about it, you two had gotten close during your time as harbingers. while he had never vocalized it, you knew your presence had a calming effect on him.

"these harbingers, they're worms beneath me," he spits, words sounding lethally venomous. "dottore's lucky his work is important to my goals, otherwise this pitiful organization would be another pile of ash in my path."

"okay, that doesn't quite answer my question," you sigh, taking a few steps towards him. "how about you take a seat?"

scaramouche exhales again, anger in his eyes. he opens his mouth, locking his gaze onto yours. something in his eyes flicker, intensity waning. scoffing, he closes his mouth, shuffling over to one of the couches in the room. with a grunt, he slumps into the cushions. arms crossed and legs spread, he sits with a sort of arrogance– and hesitance– to his posture. shaking your head, you go to stand in front of him.

"let's not forget that without this 'pitiful organization' you would have only a fraction of the power you do now. look, i know you don't particularly like working with the other harbingers or our agents, but… you're not getting anywhere alone. how many of these missions could you have completed alone?" you tell him, tapping your foot.

scaramouche rolls his eyes, turning to look away from you. tipping the brim of his hat, he covers the upper portion of his face so you can't see his eyes. "if anything, it's the opposite. those harbingers, those agents? they'd be lost little puppies without someone to boss them around. you're too… soft." he squirms uncomfortably in his seat, as if you had read right through him. as if he wasn't sure if he really believed what he was saying.

"we all come from rough backgrounds. being bossed around isn't the only way to get through to people," you take a seat next to him, forcing him to take up less space on the couch as he scoots his leg to the side to make room for you. it's a small gesture, but it makes you smile that he tries at all to accommodate you. you rest a hand on his shoulder, and surprisingly he doesn't flinch away from the touch. "i know things aren't easy for you, but when are things ever easy for anyone? there's more to life than just… power."

"whatever," he tsks. "why are you even in the fatui if that's how you feel? you must know that the rest of us are all here for some scraps of power and control."

"sometimes people don't have anywhere else to go," you mumble, eyes downcast to the tiled floor. "when you can't find anywhere else that wants you, you sort of resort to wherever you can make yourself useful."

scaramouche turns towards you, a hint of surprise in his stare. "you…" he clears his throat, the sentence feeling strange in his mouth. "you shouldn't talk about yourself like that. it pains me to even consider saying this aloud, but you're one of the only capable harbingers here. you'd be useful anywhere." he can feel the very distinct sensation of warmth prickling up the length of his neck, hoping that any redness isn't visible to you.

"that's… actually pretty sweet, coming from you," a chuckle leaves your lips without you even thinking about it. "can i tell you a secret, scaramouche?"

"do you expect me to keep it?" he squints, trying to decipher your motives.

"i guess you can do whatever you want with it when i tell you," you shrug. "i know you aren't fond of doing what others say, and i'm not expecting you to care about my personal feelings."

scaramouche's squint deepens, turning to look out the windows. "if that's what you'd like to think. tell me, then."

you nod, leaning a little closer into his side so you can whisper. "i don't really want to be part of the fatui." you tell him, voice hushed.

he's quick to turn and face you, eyes wide. he was certain that you saying something like this– and him knowing– was bound to get one or both of you in trouble somehow. still, he's able to mask his expression almost instantaneously. he twists his body, now sitting cross legged to face you. "i will keep your secret. on one condition."

"okay… what's the condition?" you question, voice full of uncertainty.

"when i'm granted the power i rightly deserve," he says, slightly hesitant. "you'll join me, and we'll leave."

"what?" you ask, shocked.

"tch," he clicks his tongue, standing up in a rush. "forget it."

"no, wait," you leap up, grabbing at his wrist. "i want to! i want to go with you. the only reason i haven't figured out some way to leave yet is, well, you." your voice trails off, a sudden shyness overcoming you.

"i'll give you more details when i can, then." he wriggles his arm out of your grip, though his fingers graze at the skin there, as if to savor the touch. grumbling, he shakes his head. "just… keep doing your work, or something. i'm leaving."

"sure, scaramouche." you chuckle, watching as he hurriedly steps out of the room. closing the door behind him, you sigh with a smile.

whether or not he'd keep his word was to be seen, yet you couldn't deny the sense of warmth and trust you felt for him.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for dear-yandere’s yandere alphabet for Pharma (Transformers)? Hope you have a good hiatus Panther! ^-^

Of course! I think I've read enough MTMTE to know how to write him so here's your insane doctor :) I'm on some Transformers brainrot so here I am to gift content about Cybertronians. I apologize if he's OOC :( I think I made him too unhinged compared to the comics?

I'd like feedback to learn how to write him better! He is a genuinely scary character.

Yandere Alphabet - Pharma (MTMTE)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Torture, Violence, Restraints, Kidnapping, Energon/Blood mention, Darling is Cybertronian in this, Pharma is insane and cares little for the lives of others except you, Forced relationship, Mutilation, Dismemberment, Death, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Murder.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Well... Pharma is intense to say the least. He's become a sadistic doctor ever since Tarn started asking him to harvest organs.

He's dangerous, he was able to create an entire epidemic, send T-Cogs to the D.J.D, and honestly takes gleeful pleasure in tormenting his "patients" at times. He's deceptive and often thinks of how he can benefit from situations.

Showing his love includes a lot of spilled Energon and restraints if you ask me. He likes to have control with his darling and promises not to hurt you too much.

Pharma's intense because he could most likely hurt you and others around him easily. His love for you is dubious at most.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Pharma's a mad doctor. He'd kill anyone for you. His motto is that they're more useful dead than alive. He actually likes the idea of covering himself in Energon just for you.

Hopefully you return his feelings in one way or another.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He probably wouldn't fully mock you, more like tease you. If he abducted you, which he most likely will, he's restraining you to an operating table for the time being.

He feels this gives him control over you and prefers it this way until he can trust his darling. Pharma would surgically remove any weapons you have to keep you from retaliating against him.

Pharma would probably be sickeningly sweet towards you, all the while ranting about how much space you take up in his mind.

When he has you he subjects you to long-winded rants about his obsession, all the while telling you what he's done to you.

He won't mutilate you too bad., he loves you too much for that. Yet he will remove your transformation cog and weapons, keeping them all to himself.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Yes. He'd pick parts of you off to keep to himself. As this concept/alphabet has a Cybertronian darling it is possible.

It's disturbing to see pieces of you kept in a box, all while Pharma gleefully looks through it like a child with a new box toys.

There may be moments where Pharma gets vulnerable with you enough to chat spark to spark. Although he quickly covers this up when others are around. Truthfully... as much as he's a sadist... he hopes he won't have to hurt you too much.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

You can try but Pharma will learn from it. He's taken away your weapons and transformation cog for a reason and he's still armed himself.

If you still fight him then Pharma tries to see what else he has to remove. Should he remove just your hands or the whole arm? That or maybe your legs?

Up to you, sweetspark.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It can be. He prefers you to obey him or scream a little but seeing you try to escape is fun. Pharma is sadistic in nature and would gain pleasure in watching you try to leave.

Especially if you have no arms or legs!

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Worst experience with PHARMA?

That could be a number of things, it would be the same with Tarn too.

This is the same Cybertronian who created a virus and killed patients for transformation cogs.

If I had to say your worst experience with him, it has something to do with dismantling you.

Pharma doesn't mind removing your arms and legs so you're just a torso and head. Why stop there? Why not make you just a head?

Pharma also seems like the type of yandere who'd keep your spark all to himself. As in he'd remove it, killing you in the process to keep you to himself.

But you won't have to experience the last one, as you'll be dead.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He wants to make you his partner. It's not uncommon for Cybertronians to date each other. He wants this more than anything with you.

He may also want to do some experimentation, yet he'll put you back together afterwards!

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

I'd say he gets jealous but hides it. He vents such frustrations by finding some poor Cybertronian to brutally mutilate. He hides it until then though... so he doesn't really lash out.

Everyone else is scrap compared to you.

Don't associate with such garbage, dear....

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Eerily affectionate at times despite his controlling and sadistic behavior. He manipulates you and tries to encourage you to behave around him so he can remove the restraints.

Pharma is able to be affectionate yet there's an underlying tone to it that feels like a threat. He'll trace his fingers across your shell, muttering about how you make him feel while he pokes and prods at you.

I'm not well versed in Cybertronian affection but he tries to be gentle with you at times, especially if he's already put you through enough trauma already.

He'd kiss you (if he can) and hold you despite your awkward position with the restraints. He coos to you, treating you like his most prized toy. He says he loves you... but you can't trust it based on what he's done.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You most likely meet him as Delphi station and work under him. He starts relatively normal except for being a control freak. He's very... uptight.

He doesn't truly lose it until D.J.D makes him start harvesting organs.

For the most part he respects you for working with him and trusts you. He seems to genuinely care about you and soon you become close despite his behavior. He's a skilled doctor who's great to be around.

Then he creates a virus... loses to Ratchet... and loses you.

By the time you meet him again he's working for someone else. He's excited to see you and encourages you to come with him! If you don't... well...

He'll just take you.

Most likely. Everyone soon knows he's sadistic as all hell but he's soft around you, In his own demented way.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

... I think I've covered this with your worst experience.

Anything ranging from removing body parts to possibly even death.

All of them once he has you in his care.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's patient at the start, but as his mental state dwindles it's less and less.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

It would be a long time but yes. If you died he may try to bring you back unless he is unsuccessful. In that case he mourns for a long time.

If you escaped, he's impressed, but tracks you down eventually. (He still has your t-cog and weapons)

Maybe a little bit but it quickly fizzles out. He would not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

When he started harvesting organs.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He'd try his best to comfort you despite your situation. He doesn't care if he's the one who's hurt and traumatized you. He still loves you and tries to show it through soft touches.

It goes about as well as you'd expect.

Experimentation and dismemberment?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not many. Probably distracting him somehow or gaining his trust?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I want to say he does worship you in a way. He worships your existence and your build. He'd go to great lengths to keep and have you.

Including mutilation.

Up until working at Luna 1 I want to say? He meets you on Delphi but doesn't become desperate until after.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes. Yes he would and he may even like it.

[erina-writes-headcanons]

s/o's reaction to luxembourg dying in front of them

S/O Reaction to Louis Jansen (Luxembourg) , Emma Jansen (Belgium), and Tim Jansen(Netherland) Dying In Front of Them.

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A/N: Hello, there anon. This headcanon would contain ANGST with no comfort. So, I hope you like the result and Try my best to make this headcannon. Also, since this is (Y/N) perspective. This headcannons really challenging for me and I apologize if there is an OOC characters.

Gender: Neutral Warning: Angst, No Comfort, Gore and Profanaties.

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Louis Jansen - Luxembourg

We know that countries cannot die unless the country is gone and it is impossible until today. Seeing your beloved Luxembourg laid in the coffin after battling a deadly disease because of the homicide case.

And other countries are trying to take over Luxembourg. As a result, he lay in the bed of the hospital. Wrapped in the bandages, in a pained state.

As a good S/O, you sat in the chair next to him, gently touching his hand that doesn't have any injuries. Your heart-wrenching painfully, seeing him like this.

It was unexpected and you hate to see him like this but he smiles weakly at you, trying to act as if he is fine after the brutal attack from his own people and from other countries. "mon amour, I'm sorry you must see me like this," he coughs.

With an instinct, your hand gently rubs his back, trying not to touch the injury. "No, I'm sorry that I came really late. The work in my place is really hectic and I had to hear the news from Germany about your injuries. I did not think your own people going to hurt you," you told him.

He could only nod his hand gently before his eyes closed slowly, feeling the grip of his hand loosening. He wanted to say goodbye to you but his throat felt painful and the last thing he saw was darkness. "Louis??? LOUIS!!" You scream his name

Everything turns black and white, you try to press the bell to call the nurses but the doctors and the nurse come late. You tried your best to save him but all of those effort was just for nothing.

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(Y/N) stood in front of room 202, momentarily gasping for air. They let out a soft breath, lifted their hand, and gave the door a little knock. "Hey Louis, it's me, (Y/N)," they/she/he yelled, their/her/his voices hardly audible above a whisper. They/she/he stepped inside the room, hearts heavy with worry, as the door creaked open.

Louise was lying on the bed inside, looking frail against the bright white linens. His body was covered in bandages, a subtle reminder of the struggles he had endured. The sight made (Y/N)'s heart tighten, with sorrow. They/she/he took a step forward and extended a hand, providing Louise with wordless consolation despite his suffering.

As (Y/N) saw Louise's weak smile—a thin mask concealing the struggle within—their/her/his eyes overflowed with sadness. They/she/he apologised, regretting your tardiness, "Work was just... overwhelming," you said. Reaching out to put a gentle squeeze on Louise's hand, both of them offered comfort and an apology.

Louis forced a meek smile, an attempt that hid the agony that was always there. He spoke quietly, "It's fine, Mon amour," offering (Y/N) a sweet consolation for her/his/their disturbed mind. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this." There was a lingering apology.

Panic surged through (Y/N) like wildfire as Louise's eyes began to flutter closed, the rhythmic beeping of the machines growing louder, more urgent. With trembling hands, (Y/N) reached out, pressing the red button on the bedside repeatedly, desperation clawing at their chest as they prayed for help to arrive. "LOUIS!!! LOUIS!!!" (y/n) screams in fear.

As the line on the monitor straightened, a chilling realization washed over (Y/N), stealing the breath from their lungs. Time seemed to slow as they stared at Louise, their heart wrenching with grief too profound for words. With trembling hands, you reached out, grasping Louise's cold fingers in a futile attempt to hold onto the fleeting moments you two have shared together. "Louis.......I'm so sorry......" You whisper.

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Emma Jansen - Belgium

You always know Emma is one of the sweetest girls than other countries and you love her more than anything. She's perfect in your eyes, and you never expect someone would be able to hate her.

But you're wrong, blood in your hand as it spread through your shirt and your pants. Your hands cradling the love of your life, she was breathing heavily.

The man that had just shot the love of your life had run away after guards were arriving to take down the man. The bullet in that man's gun has a serum that can kill a country and you had no idea why that man killed your girlfriend.

'The girl is coughing violently after the bullet went through her chest and stuck inside of her beating heart. "EMMA!! STAY WITH ME!! THE HELP IS COMING!!" You scream, holding her tighter.

The tears slowly coming out from her eyes as she coughs some blood from the corner of her mouth "It hurts so bad.....I'm scared, I don't want to go.." she whispered with tears in her eyes.

Tears streamed down your face when you saw her in pain like this. It's not fair, why would someone hate her, she is sweet, amazing, friendly, and adorable, and you love her more than anything. "Please....stay"

She could only weakly smile at you when you apologised and begged her to stay alive before her eyes closed. Despite the ambulance has came, they were too late to save your girlfriend.

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With a cosy atmosphere created by the gentle glow of streetlights, Emma and (Y/N) strolled slowly down the busy street. Their talk flowed easily as they talked about the new restaurant of the brand-new Italian restaurant in town, their eyes lighting up with anticipation at every mention of the delectable food and welcoming atmosphere. "We should try the new restaurant you told me about, (Y/N)" "Sure, we can go there and try Feliciano's Pasta," (Y/N) said.

Lost in the excitement of their shared plans, they strolled along the pavement, oblivious to the approaching figure that would soon ruin their evening. The bald man was tall with a looming figure, his eyes hidden underneath dark shades and a scar across his mouth to show how dangerous he was.

The man slowly comes up from the dark alleyway. (Y/N) and Emma's romantic evening took an unexpected turn as a shadow fell across their path, The atmosphere shifted, tension crackling in the air like electricity. Instinctively, they exchanged a wary glance, their senses on high alert.

The man standing before them wore a grim expression, his presence imposing against the backdrop of the bustling street. (Y/N) and Emma exchanged a silent communication, wordlessly agreeing to retreat from the confrontation.

Slowly, they began to back away, their movements cautious as they sought to evade the ominous figure blocking their path. But their efforts were in vain as the man's gaze honed in on Emma, his voice cutting through the night with a chilling clarity. "Are you Emma Jansen?" he demanded, sending a shiver down their spines.

Emma's pulse beat with a mixture of rage and terror as she grudgingly revealed her identity. "Y-yes, I'm Emma....the personification of Belgium..." "Then, give me all the money you have," he glowered The man's demand for money sent shockwaves through her before she could completely realise how serious things were.

As the man moved his pistol towards (Y/N), his threat suddenly became lethal and hung in the air like a dark cloud. Emma felt a wave of panic as she realised that her beloved (Y/N) was in danger. She begged again, her voice quivering with desperation and her hands shaking. "Please....don't hurt (Y/N)...." The man's finger tightened on the trigger, though, and instinct took over.

In a split-second decision, Emma used all of her effort to shove (Y/N) aside, blocking the bullet that was intended for her partner with her body. The sound of tragedy resonated through the night as the gunshot echoed, making time seem to stop. Emma fell to the ground, breathing heavily and shallowly, a red spot appearing on her chest as (Y/N) stumbled back.

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Tim Jansen - Netherland

You know Tim always had an addiction to smoking and there are many bad effects of smoking, one of them is lung cancer but you never think the country is going to be able to have human diseases.

Well, that is actually wrong when the country also has economic trouble with lots of political governments that are corrupt and steal other people's money.

It was painful to see him like this but there was nothing you can do. The government in there are evil, if you try to stand up for him. You could be taken to jail.

You have been taking care of your boyfriend in the hospital from morning and night, even going as far as taking a working hour in the hospital instead of the office just so you could take care of him.

Tim could not help but be glad that he has a boyfriend/girlfriend as caring as you and you were on his side instead of going out to work or leaving him like some people do.

But he knows he can't stay long because sooner or later his country is going to be destroyed by his own people and he will be gone so he leaves a note on the table when you are not looking.

"Bedankt (Thank you), (Y/N) for taking care of me and being a part of my life but sadly. I cannot stay long because I can feel my body getting weaker. Please take care of yourself and don't forget me," that was the last message before the night he let his last breath.

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As Tim Jansen lay in the hospital room, the embodiment of Netherland corruption manifested in his frail form. His once formidable presence is now reduced to a mere shadow of its former self, ravaged by the deadly illness. With each cough, the echoes of his misdeeds reverberated through the room, a haunting reminder of the consequences of his people's actions.

(Y/N), bearing witness to the brutal reality before them/her/him, felt a pang of empathy stir within their/her/his heart. Without hesitation, (Y/N) approached Tim's bedside, a silent offering of solace in the chaos of his downfall. Gently, you lifted the glass of water to his parched lips.

(Y/N)'s heart weighed heavy with sorrow as they gazed down at Tim, your voice laced with regret as you spoke. "I'm sorry I could not do much... I wish I could help, but the people would riot against me," you murmured softly. With a gentle touch, you brushed your hand against his brow, your touch was as tender as a rose petal, caressing his face.

Tim's response was a weak nod, a faint acknowledgement of (Y/N)'s apology. "It's okay, Mijn liefje (My Darling)," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. "No need to apologize for my people's actions." He was aware (Y/N) is just a normal human being, it's impossible to defeat the whole government when (Y/N) is the only person aware.

As (Y/N) rose from Tim's bedside, a determined resolve gleaming in their/her/his eyes, he watched in silence, gratitude swelling within him despite the heaviness of his heart. "I will buy something for you... please wait. I'm sure you're hungry, and the hospital food sometimes sucks," you promised, your words and voice like a small ray of light in the darkness of his despair.

Left alone in the quiet of the hospital room, Tim's trembling hand reached for a nearby paper, his fingers tracing the delicate lines as he carefully composed his message for (Y/N). With each word, his gratitude poured forth, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting nature of their connection. "Bedankt (Thank you), (Y/N), for taking care of me and being a part of my life," he wrote, his penmanship a reflection of the depth of his emotion. "But sadly, I cannot stay long because I can feel my body getting weaker. Please take care of yourself and don't forget me."

With a heavy heart, Tim folded the paper with trembling hands, his gaze lingering on the spot where (Y/N) had stood moments before. Placing the message on the table near (Y/N)'s computer, he offered a silent prayer that his words would serve as a lasting reminder of the bond they shared, even in the face of inevitable farewell.

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🎙️So, Do We Have A Deal~?

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Jack the Ripper x gnreader

Prompt: coffee shop prompt where one of them(Reader) works in it

Reader will be Referred too as you or They/them prns. Dont be afraid to correct me if im wrong! Jack is experiencing love at first sight unknowingly. He might be a bit ooc so I’m sorry for that, giving feedback or advice is highly appreciated!

Jack walked into the cafe, the doorbell ringing as he entered. He nodded in greeting towards the waiters and waitresses. He looked around to see that there were only a few seats available. He took the one seated nearest towards the counter, pushing the chair out from under the table and sitting down on it, careful to not disturb the other customers. A waitress came over and set the menu down for him to which he smiled faintly, thanking her. He read the menu despite not needing too already knowing what he was going to order anyways- tea, like always. After he had put down the menu, a waitress walked up to him. “What would you like to order, sir?” His eyes were fixated on the table that he didn’t realise that the waiter/ess had come up to him. He looked up at them with a faint smile on his face. They were.. how could he say this without seeming like a creep.. They were.. rather pleasant to look at? He wasn’t too sure where he was going with that but he’ll stick with It for now before he decided on anything else. “Ah, yes, I think I’ll have some tea. And perhaps some apple pie, If you would be so kind.” he said, he had to keep up the gentleman act, it’s only suitable for a gentleman after all. They nodded, smiling back at him. He felt his heart.. flutter? It was a strange feeling. He never felt this way towards a stranger, or any one in fact.. so why did he feel this way towards you? He shook his head mentally, it was probably some fluke but.. he couldn’t help glancing at you no matter how hard he tried, you were just so mesmerising to look at. Not to mention your colour. He hasn’t seen anything like it before. It looked pure, yet knowing. He was intrigued. He looked away once you and him had made eye contact. He forced himself to read the news paper in front if him that he had brought earlier.After a while of reading and failing terribly due to you, and your colour plaguing his mind, his order came and so did you. Walking happily over to his table and setting down his order of tea and a slice of apple pie. “Anything else?” You asked, politely, looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours that he seemed to have gotten lost in. He snapped out of his trance and smiled. “No thank you, __” he said, smiling with his eyes closed. He was afraid to accidentally get lost in your eyes again after all this was an unknown feeling to him. You nodded and dismissed yourself, bowing slightly in respect. You turned on your heel and walked off to serve the next customer. His eyes never left you as you walked off and started to talk to the customer you were serving. He peeled his eyes off of you and instead chose to focus on the apple slice and tea that he had. He picked up his knife and fork, cutting into the apple pie, picking it up with the fork and placing it in his mouth. It was delicious. His eyes brightened almost instantly, he loved apple pie but this tasted better than usual. He was sure to come back for this.. and perhaps meet you again, soon.

[skaruresonic]

Shadow is the raw "fuck around and find out". Sonic mutually is similar. If forced to disturb each other, they will duke it out. Otherwise neither really need to. Nor is this exclusive to Shadow and Sonic, Shadow will fight with anyone. And I think that's missed on fans for the Vegeta descriptor. It also marks a problem with DBall fans thinking of Vegeta only in relation to Goku, and indirectly assuming Sonic is Goku

Heroes and Gens that said are piss for how the fight started, but both games also aren't exclusive to them (Rouge is even more aggro to Chaotix for 0 reason, Silver in Gens). And then this ignores Shadow being noble end of Heroes to stall for charging up, and Gens for giving encouragement and sticking for the party (not to mention Gens it's strictly to celebrate anniversary rival battles)

I also feel you misread Battle; Shadow asking is pretty huge, and largely because he was dealing with fear/self loathing over the course of the game (which given Heroes and ShtH makes sense. He gained ego, but is absolutely aware a worse version of him can happen). The choice prompt's onus should be on Sonic disagreeing, not "oh Shadow didn't actually care regardless of choice". Him asking Emerl last story to prove himself is only partially ego, it's to ensure Emerl can actually fucking stand up for himself. It takes a lot for him to open his mind and change, and Emerl's death definitely affected him

06 Shadow is definitely combatitive to those disturbing him. He's bluntly dismissive to Rouge beginning, catty to Sonic when he suggests him to be late, chases after Mephiles even when others didn't, and Silver he beats him up and only suggests "finding the truth" due to a freak accident + hearing Mephiles mentioned. Even then the fight still happened :V. In game quotes further show his ego and self confidence, and there's a bunch of scrapped quotes of a Sonic/Shadow side mode with them being more catty, but not to destructive flanderized "battle me now". He's self actualized to not hate himself, and in a way honors Emerl and Maria without mentioning them regarding his mission to humanity...but not falling down if hated

Rivals 1 and 2 again have him focused on his mission. He fights even Rouge in Rivals 2 due to her being coy and unhelpful despite having leads regarding the Ifrit. His relation with Metal is actually interesting as he continually shows respect to him, with Metal similarly being more than just a walkie talkie with its sacrifice in the end

Colors DS he's on a mission again, this time with Omega. His relation to Sonic is to test him, but he isn't aggro as Sonic isn't instigating nor disturbing. He actually compliments him when he leaves

Free Riders is kinda shit, but not for direct reasons. He has no reason being in the tournament, he barely interacts with anyone besides "hmph" and "Did you think I'm not good". He's not Ooc, but his usage is boring. Partially noble to the robot surprisingly, but Rouge being bitchy is ehhh

Gens again ehhh

Forces he's misused in terms of >doing nothing for 6 months, though in char. He's mad Infinite has copies, though more concerned of the world over his ego. It's Sonic that chips despite his apathy. Ep Shadow he's bluntly telling Infinite to fuck off with his backstab attempt, yet fandumb take offense to that :V

So with that said.. I find the Tails Channel thing to be meh flanderizing of Sonic mainly, but not as bad as fans are bitching. Shadow's nuance is being Vegeta in isolation, not being Vegeta in Goku rivalry. I feel this is missed cuz Ian Archie turning him into a naive wuss + ignoring that Heroes, ShTH and Battle are vital to his char dev + oversimplifying/overglorifying 06 + people still acting like Boom and Twitter are continuity tied when they fucking aren't

I'm... getting the feeling you guys think I'm not taking Shadow's entire character into account when I'm instead trying to highlight one aspect to make the overall point that you kind of have to take the thorns alongside the roses with him. You (general you) can't just accept his better qualities while refusing to acknowledge the rougher edges of his personality; that's neither fair nor equitable.

Yes, I know he's pragmatic and goal-oriented. That doesn't necessarily negate the fact that he can be bullheaded as well. In every example you listed, (except for '06 and Free Riders which I can't vouch for bc I haven't played them), Shadow's displayed varying degrees of pettiness and stubbornness to accompany his nobler moments.

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Heroes and Gens that said are piss for how the fight started, but both games also aren't exclusive to them (Rouge is even more aggro to Chaotix for 0 reason, Silver in Gens). And then this ignores Shadow being noble end of Heroes to stall for charging up, and Gens for giving encouragement and sticking for the party (not to mention Gens it's strictly to celebrate anniversary rival battles)

Exactly. The "aggro" attitude Sonic's rivals have in Gens is not limited to just Shadow, which should imply that the characters are stuck in whatever pocket of time they got sucked into until Sonic unfreezes them.

It would make sense for Shadow to say that this is where he "ends" Sonic if he believed he was back on the ARK trying to stop Sonic from reaching the Eclipse Cannon; one of his idle quotes in Final Chase is that he'll "destroy" the interceptor.

Besides, I don't know why people are harping on Shadow challenging Sonic to a race when Silver literally tried to Katamari Sonic to death lol like isn't Meteor Smash way worse than a verbal threat

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Rivals 1 and 2 again have him focused on his mission. He fights even Rouge in Rivals 2 due to her being coy and unhelpful despite having leads regarding the Ifrit. His relation with Metal is actually interesting as he continually shows respect to him, with Metal similarly being more than just a walkie talkie with its sacrifice in the end.

in Rivals 2, Shadow progresses from taking Metal along for the ride to showing some concern for him and has a pretty civil conversation with Rouge. And also threatens to knock Sonic out merely for being in his way. xP

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I also feel you misread Battle; Shadow asking is pretty huge, and largely because he was dealing with fear/self loathing over the course of the game (which given Heroes and ShtH makes sense. He gained ego, but is absolutely aware a worse version of him can happen). The choice prompt's onus should be on Sonic disagreeing, not "oh Shadow didn't actually care regardless of choice".

...kind of missing my point a little. Shadow doesn't politely ask Sonic for custody of Emerl, nor is it exactly him who offers you a choice. Rather, the game does. And given that one of the points the game makes with that choice being a false one is that Sonic and the player are not the same entity, the distinction between game and character are worth consideration, I think.

He demands Sonic hand Emerl over to be destroyed once he realizes Emerl has already established a Link with Sonic. And then the game - not Shadow - gives you, the player, a false choice where Sonic refuses regardless of whether you say yes or no.

Shadow's response of "Then... I'll destroy you too" remains the same as well.

The choice being a false one sends a twofold message: that A.) the player and Sonic are not one in the same, and B.) Shadow isn't fucking around. Otherwise, why make it a choice at all? Why not just write the scene linearly and have it lead directly into fighting Shadow?

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Forces he's misused in terms of >doing nothing for 6 months, though in char. He's mad Infinite has copies, though more concerned of the world over his ego. It's Sonic that chips despite his apathy. Ep Shadow he's bluntly telling Infinite to fuck off with his backstab attempt, yet fandumb take offense to that :V

I do agree that Shadow could have factored into the plot more, in the sense that I agree with the overarching sentiment that Forces is a tad underwritten and could have benefited from more showing instead of telling.

That being said, that doesn't necessarily mean he was misused or mischaracterized in the role he was given. Vegeta!Shadow accusations lobbed against Forces!Shadow baffle me the most because it's like bitch where. Folks may have a (slightly) better leg to stand on in almost any other game, but Forces? Forces, my dude? I just. :v

He told Infinite he was pathetic? bruh Infinite is a power-hungry sadist who straight-up does not give a shit that his squad's been destroyed. Finny was not some uwu sadboi whose face Shadow pushed into the dirt, that's just fanfiction

In fact, I'm pretty sure you could read his quiet contribution to the Resistance as some kind of lesson in humility that Infinite's antics taught him. Consider his snarky comments about Omega in the DLC vs. his attitude in the main game, where he smiles at the end of the final battle and notably sticks around Resistance HQ. His time in Virtual Reality being taunted by Rouge and Omega's specters seems to have taught him the value of camaraderie, if just a little bit.

It's Sonic that chips despite his apathy.

Yeah, this is one point where Forces could have clarified how he escaped. We kinda don't know whether he bounced after Virtual Reality or if he was stuck there up until the moment he reappears to save Sonic.

[blackstarmylove]

He's a Man 2 (Scenario)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Qu x fem!Reader

Warning: Language, harassment

Requested by: Potato

Prompt: I looved your short, "He's is a Man" you did with Maica. Would it be possible to see something similar for Qu? :3 -🥔

A/N: Sure~ hope you like it! :3 I was tempted to show Qu beating up the men but didn't want it to get OOC.

Word Count: 814

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"Please, don't worry. I am alright. Just a bit tired," Qu forced a weak smile. That was the third time this week he lied to you. What was going on, and why was Qu not sharing his heart with you? He promised before you started dating him that he would not hide anything from you, so why did he go back on his word?

"Kasumi," you peeked into Unei's office to find C's member sorting through papers. "Sorry to disturb you, but did you find out anything?"

"A-Ah, s-sorry," he nervously said, "I looked into the situation but...Qu refuses to talk."

"It's alright," you sighed. "Thank you for trying."

"(Y/n). I can say one thing for sure. Something is going on with him...he is having a hard time concentrating on rehearsals...and Mokuren is not happy."

"I will get to the bottom of it," you reassured him and closed the door behind you. "Qu...I will find out even if you don't want me to."

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The next day you patiently waited in a park near your boyfriend's apartment. You didn't want to stalk him to Starless, but what else were you supposed to do? When he walked past the park, you put on your sunglasses and tugged the brim of your hat closer to your face before following him. Nothing seemed unusual until you noticed Qu clutching his fists as he approached an alleyway.

"Hey, beautiful. Back again to see us?"

'Beautiful?' You stopped as you saw three men walking out of the alley. Qu ignored them and continued heading toward Starless, but the tallest of the three blocked his path.

"Don't be shy. We ain't goin' to bite...yet," the thinnest man laughed, sounding like a malfunctioning chainsaw.

"So, you wanna tell the truth today?" The oldest gangster questioned as he reached for Qu's braid.

"Please don't touch me," your boyfriend swatted the man's hand and sighed. "Why don't you understand? I am a man, not a woman."

"Sure, sure. We'll believe ya if you undress and show us."

'Undress? Woman? What the...? Wait...the reason Qu had been acting weird the past few days...why he was disturbed...'

You rolled up your sleeves and removed the accessories covering your face. No way in hell were you going to let them treat your boyfriend this way. Cautiously making your way closer, you let out a mocking laugh, "You three look like typical idiots, but you seriously can't be that dumb, right?"

Qu's eyes widened when he heard your voice. Of all times, why did you have to come now? He spun on his heels to signal you to run away, but before he or the men could say anything, you continued, "Seems like you dumbasses haven't gotten laid in a long time...so long that you can't tell the difference between a man and a woman."

"The f*ck did you call us, girl?" The thin gangster growled.

"You jealous?" The tall man laughed, "I ain't goin' to blame ya. You ain't as pretty as this woman."

"No one asked for your opinion, and I know my boyfriend is pretty. So pretty that he has three straight men on their knees begging for his attention," you smirked.

The gangsters grew silent and exchanged looks before returning their gazes to you. "Hold up. She is a dude? Fo'real?"

"Duh. That's what I've been trying to tell you," you rolled your eyes. "Now, if you will excuse us. We have better things to do than deal with idiots."

With a huff, you marched towards Qu, linked your arm with his, and pulled him away from the confused gangsters. Once you reached Starless, you scanned your surroundings and smiled, "We are safe!"

"(Y/n), do you realize how dangerous th-"

"Qu," you interrupted, "please tell me the truth. Are you okay?"

"N-No," he whispered, lowering his eyes. "I...feel disgusted. How can men treat women in this manner? I can't imagine what they would have done if I was a woman..."

"Qu, we are...used to this. It's disturbing for us, but this is how many men treat us. Men like you are hard to come by, but at least respectful men exist."

"(Y/n). Thank you for your help, but please don't put yourself in danger again. And if you do, I will punish you," he teased.

"Speaking of punishments," you giggled, "didn't you promise me you wouldn't hide anything from me? So, shouldn't I be the one punishing you for lying and hiding the truth?"

"I am sorry," he chuckled. "How will you punish me?"

"Hmm," you playfully hummed, "you have to give me a kiss and a hug every hour."

Qu smiled softly and pressed his lips to your forehead, "As you wish, princess."

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6:25 AM - tipping and toppling even if it makes us sick

“Let's not look at each other who will get off first

Let’s not drag things out

Let's follow our hearts

Let's put an end to this

A repeated seesaw game

Let's stop it now.” —Trivia 轉 : Seesaw

(cw: adultery, supposed to have beta but they’re always dead just like oda 😞, theyre unhappy but they stay together, bsd withdrawal causes ooc dazai)

“You’re up early.” Dazai closed the bedroom door and ran a hand through his hair. “Mhm, where’s my award?” he joked as he sat down, the coffee you’ve prepared for him already going cold. Neither of you spoke, nor did you dare break the silence. The previous night was quite the fever dream to you both, an estranged memory of arguments stuck in your heads. To be honest, he couldn’t remember what started it all; to him, your relationship has always been like this.

Your smile, your voice, everything about you— he used to glorify it and sing its praises to anyone willing to listen. you were like his drug; a quick fix to escape his dreadful reality— a drug that quickly became a sickening addiction. The high you’d give him eventually faded, the sense of relief that came with your presence eventually became offending to him, something that disturbed even his sense of self.

‘You’re quite patient to be able to deal with someone like Dazai, s/o. It’s admirable.’ ‘Ahh, I could never let my big brother go if he flirted with other women! You should tell him to stop it, s/o!’ the agency often commented on your romance with Dazai— after all, who’d think the man who revered death as an end of suffering would live another day for you? A mischievous boyfriend and a patient s/o, how perfect!

He’s only extending both his and your misery, and he fucking knows it. He can’t even find it in himself to care, he doesn’t have the energy to acknowledge you at all. To him, you’re just a hindrance to get past the day. At the same time though, your presence comforts Dazai— it allows him to feel like there is a worse person than him. Of course, logically, it makes no sense, but without you, Dazai ends up cockier and more secretive than he usually is.

To him, you were his only definition of love. Is love tiring? if it’s you, then it most definitely is. He’s so sick of you; the devastating beauty of you and your god awful contrast— the Kronos to your Gaia, all he did was ruin you until you broke, corrupting your mind to the brink of hysteria.

“Ah… Mr. Dazai, should we really be doing this..? I'll get fired if we are caught!” The nurse cried out. “Oh, but you’re so pent up, aren’t you?” he innocently asked. “Let me help you relax for a while.” he smiled, a genuine one.

Adultery is wrong— everyone should know that, but she was a fresh breath of air. there was no obligation to love you, there was only him in his own world.

For a moment, Dazai could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of someone slightly peeking through, fleeing and leaving the door ajar at the sight of him. “Did you forget to lock the door? we are sure to get caught if we don’t.” he looked back at the nurse before gently pushing her off of the hospital bed.

You didn’t say anything about his injury— you barely acknowledged that he was gone. Perhaps you didn’t care, or you didn’t want to know anything about it— either way, it saved him from reciting the speech he thought of while coming back.

He shouldn’t have begged you for that date— looking back, it’s honestly embarrassing how much trouble he went through. If he didn’t, he’d be a single bachelor, free to do as his heart desired.

No one is forcing him to date you, it’s stupid how scared he is, scared of losing the agency’s trust. If he broke your heart, everyone would see it as Dazai being a heartbreaker; if he manipulated you into breaking up with him, they’d still assume he did something horrible. It’s like that term— digging your own grave, was it?

As he put down his cup, he cupped your hand across the table— “I care for you, okay~?” He scrunched up his mouth and eyes into a smile. I care for you, not ‘I love you’. It was painstakingly obvious. “Thanks, ‘Samu. Remember that I’m here for you as well.” you hummed back to him, smiling back as if you were trying to convince yourself that you loved him again.

He’s so sick of you, both of you know that. but he can’t see himself with anyone but you either.

[beevean]

Hecula. Isaactor. Joaactor ;)

Alright, if I must be brutally honest:

where is the porn?

Like. To me the setup "the Lord and his pretty loyal knights who'd do anything for him out of gratitude" is so damn obvious. I know CoD cannot compete with SoTN or AoS in terms of popularity, but really? Nothing? I was lucky to find any scraps of Isaactor by digging into the 10+-year-old trash of blogs here! Where is the material?! I feel like I'm having visions! Or maybe I came too late to the party 😭

(well, I did find two Draactor fanfictions. they were bad. one of them was pretty good except Hector was so OOC it hurt, and the other was NFCV levels of WTF. so yeah. let's just say they were inspirational...)

anyway I don't know what else to say, Draactor in general has consumed my mind. Isaactor is a fun divorsties ship because I love to imagine how their relationship, potentially solid and wholesome, crumbled apart due to their life circumstances, a tragic case of "they were at the wrong place in the wrong time but they couldn't meet anywhere else". I love how they are very different, but with just enough similarities to mesh together, and those similarities is their brand of toxicity (I want Hector to be more of a bastard lol, down with "meanie Isaac abused poor Hector"). And Hecula just hits all my favorite tropes that make me go "oh this is very gross and bad and disgusting 🥰" while also keeping the themes proposed by CoD about Hector being forced to be Dracula's reflection <3

(special shout out to Isaacula for being an evergreen villain/simp ship!)

Anyway, I know the actual opinion you want :P

Joachim is kind of a freebie, for lack of a better word lol. We don't know much how he'd be free from his cell, let alone several centuries into the future. But I like the proposed version of him being sarcastic, irriverent (too old for Dracula's shit lol), constantly on the edge of snapping, but also still unused to being loved and appreciated. Much like a certain redhead :P so, somehow, the two fit together like a glove. Isaac would not be disturbed by Joachim's nature and appreciate being appreciated. Joachim would simply admire Isaac's qualities like his passion and wit and not compare him with anyone, and himself being touched that he's not considered a "crazy old vampire".

Hector is harder to fit, and it feels like it's mostly "Isaac and his two boyfriends" lmao. However, Joachim would not create that competitive environment Dracula did, the opposite in fact, which might allow the two boys to relax around each other and rekindle that old friendship they had as kids. I like the idea of Joachim seeing himself in Hector (arrogant but so vulnerable to the manipulations of a bastard vampire lord who is keeping him in a cage of sorts) and so gently trying to steer him away from Dracula. Maybe they wouldn't fall in love, they're not each other's type at all, but they could grow close.

also i still haven't grasped joachim on that front but i have my headcanons on hector and isaac's lax/concerning relationship with sex and good luck to the vampire trying to fix it :P

This has turned into a incoherent rant lmao, I'm still trying to sort my opinions here 😂

[mayhemscorner]

Miserere mei, deux

Cardinal copia x reader

Summary: what is papa Nihil didn’t die from the saxophone solo? What if Copia was in denial about love? What if he truly just got the recognition and support he deserved? What if Mr. Saltarian was here the whole time? What if you were a sister of sin hopelessly in love with the Cardinal but didn’t know how to make a move? Maybe this will answer it… maybe it won’t. (This is my first time writing anything within the confines of Ghost lore, so I apologize for anything ooc. this may become a short series, but I like the open interpretation this was left on.)

The hallways, the cold dark hallways always sent a chill down my spine. They were adorned with plaques. Names of those who had long passed, names that came off as tongue twisters to those not familiar with long forgotten words. The flowers sitting ornately between the plaques were crisp, perfectly preserved as if they never died. My hand can’t help but to stretch outwards, admiring the soft rustle the browning leaves gave off, quickly interrupted by a set of steps that sounded as if they were in a rush. My head snaps upwards as my hand darts inwards to meet the other in a fidgeting motion. 

I see Copia looking shocked, frozen in his place,” sister.”

“Copia, I hadn’t expected another to wander this hall so late. My apologies, I shall return to my duties.” I stutter out, awkwardly shuffling to walk past him, knowing I had no other duties to tend to. His hand grasps at my inner arm gently, stopping my movement abruptly.

“Sister, please. Do not let my antics disturb your own. Continue as you were. This hallway could probably appreciate an admirer, eh?” He whispers with a slight chuckle, bringing my body inwards and closer to him. As his hand snakes around my waist protectively, he begins slowly stepping forward,” this is the Emeritus wing. Once laid to rest, their names forgotten. I like to come and pay my respects to those that have made this abbey the way we’ve come to know it, no?”

He stops beside a particular plaque, less dulled than the rest and lights a votive that looks as if it were burned every night. The wax overflowing from the protective glass leads me to believe the bond Copia had was un breakable. 

“Papa Emeritus the third… Terzo, I called him. Many did. I’m sure you remember the passing when you first came in.” He softly speaks, breaking the ringing silence, pausing a moment before continuing,” the name you see, is not the name you knew him by. His given name. That is why none of these names are recognizable. Most of these tombs are passed by without knowing who lays beyond the walls.”

I place my hand against the marble square, tears welling in my eyes at the thought of how many times I had passed by without saying hello or paying respects to a brief friend,” Terzo…”

“We should never grieve a man who was so full of life. We celebrate him, me and you.” Copia mumbles in reply to my brief sob of Terzo’s name, wiping the tear from my cheek with a gloved hand. His other hand around my waist moves gently to drape over my shoulders as more tears pool over my lashes, encircling me in a comforting embrace,” it is unfortunately by my hand that he is no longer with us. I am the only one who should be filled with sorrow and regret. Why do you cry for him sister?”

“Without a papa, what purpose do I serve other than tending to the abbey? Why do I have a feeling of longing for someone I barely know?” I choke out quietly, as if our words would disturb the eternal slumber of those around us and drop my head against his shoulder, feeling even more remorse for the man beside me. Us sisters knew Copia’s hand was forced to murder Terzo, it wasn’t his fault. My tears were for Copia. The innocent, bright eyed man before me was drained of life from having to carry out someone else’s foul deeds. 

“It is normal to feel that way of someone who you seen a superior, no matter how brief your paths may have crossed.” He tuts out, lifting my chin to meet his eye and forcing a smile from behind his worn face. 

“No Copia, my tears are not for Terzo. I cry for you, you poor soul. You must be so tired from doing more than you naturally would… more than you can morally take-“ I begin, being cut off as his hand clasps over my mouth,” no! It was me. The only one who forced me was myself.” 

Anger flashes briefly against his stark white eye, quickly being over taken by a pained look that travels over to his vast forest green one. I shake my head against his hand sorrowfully, raising my own hand to stroke against his hair and speak muffled in to his,” you must be so tired. You must carry out all these tasks and no one is there to look after your well being.”

I kiss the inside of his palm that now only hovers in front of my lips and bring his fingers in to both of mine, cradling them as if it were his own soul I was holding,” you must be taken care of too.”

“But I am not papa. This is only temporary.” He whispers, bringing his other hand in to the entanglement. 

“Nothing is temporary, Copia. You will be the next papa. There is no one else left to hold the title. And we all will have to watch you become even more tired, and less of who you really are.” I reply back quietly, running my thumb over the back of his hand that shakes anxiously. I can feel his heart furiously thump against his veins each time my thumb caresses over. 

“I am not of Emeritus blood.” He states coldly looking away, as if mocking another beings words. My eyes drift as if I’d find Nihils barren resting place he would most likely soon see, knowing he was the one of the two possible answers to blame. My thumb ceases only to grasp his hands tighter and bring them to my chest,” even if not by blood, you are an Emeritus. This hall will bear your name when it is time for you to eternally rest. There is no proof you are not an Emeritus except word of mouth. And as far as I see it, I see you as the current Papa. My Papa.”

His eyes scan all around us, widening in realization… maybe even hope before they once again becoming pained.

“Nihil is your papa. He is a great man for his position. I am but a Cardinal carrying out duties he can no longer perform.” Copia sighs, dropping his hands down to his side. 

“And what happens when he is gone, Copia? Do you expect the Abbey to close its doors? Do you expect the rituals to cease when you are already carrying them out?” I question harshly, tempting to raise my voice. He shakes his head, reaching to grasp my hand once again,” I am not fit to carry on the reign as Papa. I appreciate the hope you have laid aside for someone as small as I am. But, I’ve already accepted the fact I will always be just a cardinal, sister Y/N.” He kisses the backside of my hand, and pats it consolingly, like we were both mourning over false hopes. 

“How do you know my name?” I mutter out, baffled. He clears his throat and quickly blushes,” I know all of the sisters names. Especially those of whom that devote this kind of care.” 

He lifts both hands excitedly, motioning to the marble halls and accidentally lifting my body with the hand he still gripped tight, causing us both to tumble over. Copia laughs nervously as his head smacks against the cool wall,” see? You have me stumbling over my own words.” 

“See, this is why you deserve to be papa. You care. You care about the sisters, you care about the people. It’s not just rituals and the fortunes for you, Copia. We need someone as caring as you, so the people as small as me… aren’t forgotten.” I stutter out excitedly, gripping his face between my hands and quickly pulling away at the realization of our close proximity. His eyes don’t blink,” you are not small. You have a big personality! And how could I ever forget such a beautiful name that matches the face that accompanies it through life as a companion?”

My hands burn against his quickly flushing skin, and I can’t help but notice the awkward position I find myself in, in between his open legs on my knees as someone else makes their presence known in the hallway. Copias face quickly flicks to the side as I drop my hands and head,” sister imperator.”

Our voices ring out in unison as she cocks an eyebrow, heels clacking monotonously towards us as another figure steps in, rolling a cart. 

“Copia. I’ve been looking for you… sister.” She drones on the word sister, staring me down quizzically. 

“I apologize sister Imperator, Copia had fallen, a-and I was making sure he was alright.” I stumble over my words as much as I stumble against my own feet trying to stand. 

She purses her lips, turning down to Copia but continues talking to me,” sister Y/N, since you wish to stick your nose in the Emeritus family affairs, I assume it’s not too much to ask of you to see if Mr. Saltarian needs any assistance.”

“Yes, sister.” I choke out, taking the elongated cart from the man as he points to a section on the wall. He looks to sister Imperator, the two nodding at each other as she ushers Copia down the hall. He waits for their footsteps to die, quickly turning to me,” you unfortunate being.”

“I’ll deal with the repercussions later sir, my duty now is to help you.” I mumble out as I wipe my hands against my dress.

“After tonight, your repercussions will be permanent.  There’s no going back now.” He replies bleakly. I can’t help but raise my eyebrows in confusion,” sorry?”

“Come. Sit with me.” He sighs gently, moving to the rug lined steps at the beginning of the hall. I sit awkwardly beside him and fidget with my hands as he continues in a whisper,” you were at an unfortunate place at an unfortunate time, sister. This is the beginning of a new era, you see.”

He motions towards the cart and I crinkle my nose when looking back at him.

“That cart is for corpses.” He speaks almost silently. My heart races, immediately thinking the worst for Copia. My legs quickly take action, standing and prepared to break in to a sprint, only to be caught by the Saltarians hand,” you needn’t worry about that buffoon. Our conversation does not leave this room, do you understand Y/N?”

My hands tremble at the blunt use of my name. No one dared to call a sister by only her name as it was a sign of degradation… a sign of normality that was left only to intimacy and title stripping. 

“Are you saying if I don’t comply I lose my status and position at the abbey?” I bite back.

“I’m saying you will die.” He barks back, quickly looking around at the notice of his voice echoing against the stone surrounding us. I drop my head as his hand releases, realizing the exclusion of my title was a gimmick to build my trust.

“I apologize for being so chaste, but as of now you are sworn to secrecy. You will be a personal assistant of sorts to the three that were in this room. Consider it… a promotion.” He ponders on his last words, trying to accommodate them in the best way possible.

“Only instead of being exiled, my punishment is now death. Not many sisters would agree to this. May I ask, why me, Mr. Saltarian?” I huff out, walking towards the cart. 

“As I’ve stated before… wrong place, wrong time.  Our plan originally consisted of only us and the ghouls, but I wouldn’t mind an apprentice of sorts during this time of negotiation, as the ghouls tend to be quite unruly and do as they wish. You however, have seem to already become familiar with this hall… comfortable even.” He lays down the law. 

If other sisters were to ask, I was receiving a promotion and moving chambers to be a personal assistant and caregiver of the Emeritus wing. He spoke briefly of the true plan,” when the time comes, Copia will become the next Papa. Some blood will be shed, but consider it only cutting a full life by a mere day.”

“Nihil. That’s the plan.” I gasp out. He nods faintly,” his reign will come to an end in three days time. It is time to usher in the new era.”

“Do not put any more blood on Copia’s hands. he doesn’t deserve this.” I mutter out, slipping the cloth from the steel cart to reveal a single syringe. 

“Copia will have nothing to do with his death. It will appear to be of natural causes during the next ritual. All you have to do, is inject a small amount as he passes by to grab his saxophone.” He explains, replacing the cloth. I feel myself become faint as he implies I will be the cause of his death. Many thoughts race to my mind as one hand clutches against the handle of the cart, the other grasping tightly against my racing heart. 

“Copia will be alright.” I state, not even asking as I look to him, gathering my breath as my hand slips from the cart in a fit of anxiety. 

“Oh he’ll be fine. For now. Consider me a sort of prophet. I know when his time is up, I know when your time is up. I know when every being who walks these halls will perish, Y/N. It’s a curse, truly. But you will soon come to see, we have plenty more sunrises left in our lives. Copia included.” He reassures me, guiding me gently to the floor as daybreak floods against the red stained glass windows. Before he leaves he takes one last glance in my direction,” it will be a few busy days, you should truly get some rest.”

I find myself guiding the way by a hand on the wall. Trudging down the vast halls to make it to my room as the world spins. Tiredness and anxiety outweigh my feet, giving way to collapse to the ground as a door opens. Before I collide against the stone floor, I’m grasped tightly in an embrace,” we should really stop meeting like this. You falling… me falling for you.”

Even fatigued, I manage to roll my eyes and clasp a hand against the figures face,” you truly have a way of paying your respects to Terzo with your attempts to flatter me, Copia. I just need some rest is all.”

“Then, allow me sister.” He mumbles below his breath, heaving slightly as he pulls us both upwards with exhaustion. Carrying me bridal style, he roams the halls aimlessly. 

“Every door seems the same, how do you ever find your room cara mia?” He states confusedly, turning with me in his arms and causing my vision to dizzy. I manage to huff a laugh before yawning,” you must not roam these halls as much as I. You’ve passed it four times now, and I’m starting to think you just want an excuse to drive me to insanity.”

He chuckles mischievously,” well Terzo had told me before that if I was ever driven to insanity that I should never drive alone. He may have been talking about driving after a glass or two too many of spirits, but he was too poetic with his words.” 

“Well I guess if I can’t let you do it alone, then I suppose you can drive me to insanity right to my bed.”  I joke, quickly realizing how implicative it may have sounded as my cheeks redden and trying to recover,” to sleep. I apologize if that came off as rash.”

Copia clears his throat with a quick laugh and turns down yet another hallway,” if you are fatigued enough to hit on me, I suppose it may be time to return you to your bed. Although I did enjoy this walk with you.”

“Well the walk isn’t over yet. You seem restless, Copia. Tell me what is on that mind of yours.” I force out as my eyes lull shut, still listening. Copia is silent for several moments before finally finding the words,” sometimes I wish you could have lived another life. Dancing away the night with a simple man, and do as you wish. this clergy work has made you so frail, Cara Mia. You probably no longer remember the outside world, yet you’re still so young.”

“Why do you worry for me, when you should be worried about your own health? becoming a part of the abbey was a decision I made on my own. You can always find a simple girl to dance with when you leave for rituals. Live on the outside for me.” I mumble back. He adjusts my body so my feet hover barely above the ground, giving me the weightless sensation of floating as his hands support me by my arms and back,” but what if my desire was to just dance with you?”

“Then all you need to do is ask.” I breathe back, mere inches from his neck that my face was buried comfortably in. I can feel the shiver wrack his body and he inhales sharply,” then may I have this dance, topolina?”

“Sempre, mio Caro.” I forced the words from my frozen mouth, surprised he had the energy to even ask. He never lets my feet hit the floor, only on top of his shoes as he swayed us effortlessly around the hall. His slow movements threaten to drag me closer to slumber, but his beating heart stays as a gentle reminder that for even a moment, I was somewhere more comfortable than my own bed. 

“If only there were music. Then I could say you’ve swept me off my feet.” I giggle, tightening my grip as he slowly loosens his own.

“If music is all it takes, then I cannot disappoint.” He smirks through his words, quietly clearing his throat and singing away,” you will never walk alone, you can always reach me. You will never walk alone, even when you’re dead and gone… you can always reach me…” 

I find myself humming along, losing sense of time and things around us. In this moment it was only him and I, and I wasn’t willing going anywhere else. Copia drops to a low hum, bringing his hand up to stroke my hair and increase the grip of his other arm in a hug. A hug that felt if he let go, we’d both shatter. His lips ghost over the crown of my head, refusing to make an unwarranted move, no matter how much either of us wanted it.

“Cara Mia, as much as I am enjoying this moment… it is time for you to rest.” He speaks up, casually breaking his hum as he opens a door. He lays me gently atop the plush comforters, unfamiliar to me. My arms refuse to break our bond and my throat moans in protest,” but for just a moment longer… we could be just a simple man and woman dancing the night away.”

“You tempt me, but if you do not rest, I fear you may never be able to ever dance again.” He whispers, covering me gently and patting the top of my head. As he turns to leave, my arm instinctively reaches through the darkness and finds his hand,” it’s never polite to leave a dance partner without a final bow.”

Copia freezes and chuckles nervously,” you’re so tired you’re speaking nonsense. But I will give my final bow for the night if thats what it takes for you to sleep peacefully.”

I can feel the heat of his body as he stoops over, face just above mine as my free hand grasps at the side of his face,” Copia, I apologize for my rashness, but that’s not what I meant by a final bow. Please, just kiss me.”

“Are you sure that is what you want?” He breathes out, barely even speaking. I don’t even reply, drawing him in by the hand that rests on his face and taking in the floral scents mixed with spices that encase him and chastely place my lips against his. He stills, refusing to move or engage until just as I’m about to pull away. When his lips finally meld with mine, I almost forget about the upcoming plan… the inevitable secrecy we are bound to. That I am bound to, and it hurts to not tell him. My mind is brought back to the here and now as he finally pulls away slightly and sighing,” I would stay by your side for eternity if you’ll allow me.”

“Only if you’ll allow me at yours.” I mumble out, relaxing in to the hand that caresses against me slowly. 

“Sempre. Sempre e per sempre, Topolina.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around me in a hug and dropping to his knees at the side of the bed. I would coax him to the bed, but alas, sleep had finally won the battle over being a simple woman that had the undying wish to just dance with a simple man. 

Sleep was restless, visions of Nihil looking in to my eyes with betrayal. Copia, saddened and confused as a door closes between us. Sister Imperator and Mr. Saltarian being the ones at each side of the closed doors, looking on with devious smiles and arms crossed, syringes in hand. My feet begged to run, but I was fixated to the spot as the scenery came crashing down before me. The door grew farther, and the hall became darker until it was just the three of us.

“Copia!” I try to scream, but only a bubble escapes from my throat. Mr. Saltarians words echo grimly from his mouth,”Oh, He’ll be fine… for now.”

His laughter pierces at my eardrums, but my hands cannot find their way to cover them. Everything fades, leaving only an empty spotlight, repositioning to a bent over figure whose silent sobs wracked their body,” I had feared for you, when I should have feared you all along.”

“N-no, No! Copia, please.” I rasp out, gripping at my throat to manage even just a few words. The sensation of my hands around my throat disappear and I look down to see a syringe in my hand, full of poison. My arm jerks against me, doing the opposite of what I had wanted as my whole body trembles. Syringe growing nearer, Copia turns around, revealing him in smeared full regalia face and head piece askew. I noticed he donned the papa robe, only it was shredded as a single tear slips down his face,” we were supposed to be at each others side for eternity…”

“Copia, Move, Run! COPIA.” The last scream of his name launches me back to reality with eyes wide open, sweat riddled and shaking furiously in bed. Strong hands fight against me, drawing my own flailing hands to the bed and a calmed hush escapes his lips,” Cara Mia, please. What is with all the fuss? Why do you shout for me to run?”

I gasp against my heavy breaths, calming slowly at the sight of Copia in the crack of morning light, right where he was when I fell asleep. I dig my nails in to the bed below our hands, fixating them on something else other than the thought of clawing my escaping mind back to reality. My skin crawled, seeing him on his knees in the same position he had been in my dream, even near the same look of worry. A catch in my throat as I try to swallow brings me to a cough as more tears well,” I’m so sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for! it was only a dream.” He smiles back, patting a hand against my arm as it violently shakes,” you had me terrified.” 

“Copia, terrible things are about to happen.” I heave out, trying my best to keep the huge plan a secret as it had been agreed. 

“Maybe we should get you a warm glass of milk. This must’ve been a pretty horrifying dream to have you this shaken. I knew I should’ve made you rest earlier.” He tuts, beginning to leave. Before I can even stop myself, the words are already escaping my lips,” I must kill Nihil.”

He pauses, slowly turning around as my hands clamp over my mouth and tears break like a damn over my lids, streaming to the bedding below. He says nothing as he stalks back to the bed, coming close to my face and looking around us before whispering in anger,” by whose hand?”

I shake my head, refusing to move my hands, as the next dam to break would be my mouth and I’ve already said too much. He wipes a tear away, just for another to take its place and replaces his look of anger with one of sorrow,”  you will not carry the same blood stains I am forced to bear. Now Topolina, tell me who is making you do this?”

His hands grasp gently against my wrists, pulling them softly down from my face. My only instinct is to turn away and try to lie,” it was my decision to agree. I am the only one responsible.”

“I believe someone had told me before, you must carry out all these tasks… and no one is there to look after your well being. It is a barrier we cling on to, to hide our own guilt. We are only a small fraction of their bigger picture, and I should apologize for having dragged you in to this.” Copia murmers, looking apologetic as he encases my hands with his own.

“It’s this or death.” I breathe out, realizing how powerful the silly word is. How one little word could carry so much weight, yet be as simple as a period at the end of a sentence. I can see just how tightly Copia squeezes his sleep riddled eyes, trying to form even a sentence… maybe even a plan. His hands only squeeze tighter as he forces a smile,” well I can’t have you enjoying death without me, now can I?”

We both sit in silence, knowing the heavy air was a constant reminder we were stuck, unmoving. I can feel his body tremor, even the slight flinch when I finally cast my gaze upon him,” I’ll die before they get away with doing anything similar to you. I truly wish I could tell you more.”

“I have a feeling this is why I’ve been told of an upcoming promotion. It is all too familiar. They had done the same to Terzo. It is because of them, that Terzo haunts my every movement and not their own. I could’ve said no. the Emeritus bloodline is tainted because of those two. You need not say who, I think I am putting these pesky puzzle pieces together…” Copia trails off, lost in deep thought as his eyes wander. My own mind wanders,” So what do we do?”

He breathes out harshly, turning to me unblinking,” we carry out their plan. Then we wait for retaliation.”

He refuses to blink, showing his dedication and moving a hand to just above my heart,” if it’s one thing the ghouls have taught me. Is when you are wronged, you must be of right mind before tearing a mother fucker limb from limb to right what has been wronged.”

I keep my mind from envisioning the ominous toothy grins that meld in to the shadows around the abbey at night, as if the ghouls waited for an opportunity to sink their teeth in to someone who went against Copia.

“And if things go wrong, then it will be a pleasure to lay side by side with you for eternity in this life.” He says in finality, kissing the back of my hand before standing. I blink in disbelief,” and where are you going?”

“To have a little chat with the ghouls.” He smirks over his shoulder, quickly blowing a kiss and leaving.

This had marked the beginning of the end of the Emeritus bloodline.

2 days until the death of Papa Nihil.