#•》I don't care if I lose my mind; I'm already cursed (musings)

[argisthebulwark]

I'm Glad I Get Forever

summary: Asking your partner if they'll fall for someone else after you've died. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Teldryn, Balimund, Mercer, Farkas, Vilkas, Miraak, Arnbjorn, Brynjolf, Cicero warnings: non graphic mentions of death/grief obv masterlist

Yes

Teldryn ponders the question, feet propped comfortably on your lap. He enjoys evenings like this; sharing a bottle of wine miles from the nearest town, nothing but the stars to keep you company. For weeks you'd swapped stories until there was nothing left to tell - you knew each other too well. Asking each other questions became an easy way to stave off boredom. "I suppose." He sighs, watching your brows raise. "We both know you'd give me some deathbed speech about how you want me to keep living, cursing me to seek a new patron willing to drag me across Tamriel. Can't have my talents going to waste." He's right, of course. Teldryn's always right.

Balimund knows he will never seek out romance - he hadn't even sought you out, merely a series of happy accidents that led you into his heart. A blacksmith made a fair partner for a warrior, romance blossoming over years spent haggling over his forge. "If it happened organically, don't think I'd sabotage it." He muses, stretching out the sore muscles in his shoulder. The thought of you passing makes him feel a bit ill but he brushes past it, trusting in armor crafted by his own hands to keep you safe. "You'll always be my heart, but I've got a feelin' you wouldn't want me to end up alone."

Mercer says yes, the lie slipping easily between gritted teeth. He's already let you get too close and he can't pass up the perfect opportunity to force a bit of distance. He refuses to let you know the horrible truth he harbors deep in his chest - he cares for you. Rolling his eyes he pointedly ignores the cute divot between your brows. "Of course." He lies, panic clawing at his throat at the mere thought of losing you. "Maybe I'll find someone who bothers me less."

Farkas has to sit with your question, rolling it around in his mind. His gut reaction is to refuse - no one else could capture his heart as you have, right? Though, he hadn't expected to fall for you either. It could happen again. "Maybe a few decades later, after I've mourned and all that." He offers, though he simply cannot see a future for himself without you; your home built together, your family growing with age, your hands healing every little wound. It is only you. "Seems unlikely for you to go first, though."

No

Vilkas declines without a second thought. He doesn't even look up from his book, apparently unfazed by your question. There's a cute flush creeping up his cheeks, though you bite back the urge to comment on it. "I know you'd haunt me." He mutters, kissing your knuckles. "I'll keep an eye out for your ghost, though. Don't think that would count as seeing someone else."

Miraak is disgusted by the thought. He cannot fathom living life alone once more, the idea of another partner taking your place making him feel sick. You'd carved out space in his old heart, no other could fill the void left by your absence. "Each of my days would be too heavy without you, my love." Intense as always, he clutches your face. "You are the sole resident of my heart. I fear that I would not last long in this life without you - I would soon follow you into whatever afterlife will accept my tainted soul."

Arnbjorn rolls his eyes at your question. It's quite fun getting under his skin, though you keep that thought to yourself. Even if you know he will never harm you, he is sharpening a freshly formed dagger. "I didn't even want to fall for you, I'm not doing this again." He grunts, pointedly ignoring your excited gasp. "You're it for me." "I had no idea you could be sweet." "Shut it." He snarks, the blunt edge of his blade swinging toward where you're perched on his workbench. "Or your death will become more than a hypothetical."

Brynjolf's heart cannot withstand another, losing you would be too much. Your words remind him of those awful days he thought Mercer had stolen you from him - the pit he'd fallen into, the despair sitting so heavily on his chest. He cannot imagine living with the gnawing, ceaseless pain your loss would create once more. "Never." He doesn't find the humor in your question, holding you a bit tighter to his chest when you fall into bed. There is no one else for him. Brynjolf's known this for ages, you are the love of his life.

Cicero giggles at your question - how silly! His funny Listener, no one else can ever measure up to you. Only you understand him. Mother's chosen, his most beloved Listener, you are love to him. "Funny Listener, don't make Cicero laugh." He sighs, pinching at your cheeks. "Your jokes have gotten better - it seems you're taking after your favorite jester!" "I was serious." "Never, ever, ever, ever!" He sings, planting a kiss on your nose. "Only my silly Listener, forever and ever."

[crookedherringcolorclod]

OC MASTERLIST

ASA (Alice)

HER✨

Asa’s Past, Chapter 1: Trained for Failure, Maid of The Manor.

Asa’s Past, Chapter 2: Shot Through the Heart, and YOU’RE TO BLAME.

Asa’s Past, Chapter 3: No One Else Was In Room Where It Happens.

How they hunt for blood, bleh, bleh, bleh. 🧛🏻‍♀️

What does She think of The Sakamaki Brothers

Drunk Headcannons

Meeting Maya

Physical Headcanons

Wardrobe Headcanons

D O L L H O U S E, I see things that nobody else sees

Her hair

AKEMI (Aurelia)

HER✨

Akemi’s Past, Chapter 1 : Hiding in the Crimson Red Light (District).

Akemi’s Past, Chapter 2: Nobody Knows, Not Even You, No One Knows Who I Am.

Akemi’s Past, Chapter 3: Why Don’t You Do Right, Like Some Other Men Do?

How they hunt for blood, bleh, bleh, bleh. 🧛🏻‍♀️

What does She think of The Sakamaki Brothers

Oh who is she? (Art)

Subaru and Akemi’s dynamic

Psyche with no Cupid to hold her || Helen and Akemi

Drunk Headcannons

Physical Headcannons

Meeting Maya

What makes you so sad? I think you're the saddest girl I ever met || Akemi and Helen

POV: You Were Talking Shit? (Art)

Wardrobe Headcannons

Tell me who I am, guess I don’t have a choice.|| Akemi and Helen.

Nothing but sweet lies today, or is it? || Subaru and Akemi (Valentines Special💕)

AMAYA (Charlotte)

HER✨

Amaya’s Past Chapter 1: Innocent ‘Witch’, Ditched Into The Darkness.

Amaya’s Past, Chapter 2: 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind… I'm already cursed.

Amaya’s Past, Chapter 3: But You’ve Already Bought a Ticket and There’s No Turning Back Now.

How they hunt for blood, bleh, bleh, bleh. 🧛🏻‍♀️

What does She think of The Sakamaki Brothers

Amaya and Tomie????

Drunk Headcannons

Meeting Maya

Amaya’s Diary.

Amaya’s School Headcannons: The Tired ‘Genius’ 🧠

Physical Headcannons

POV: You had to skip class to watch over the new sacrificial bride- (Art)

Wardrobe Headcannons

Answered questions about them!

🍐 : how intelligent is my muse overall?

🍓and 🥝

𝓕,❃ , and ✉

[spring-lxcked]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

NAME.  nicole or aspen

PRONOUNS.  she / they (i sometimes have a slight preference for one over the other day-to-day, but overall either is fine)

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION.  if you need me to respond quickly, IMs are probably the way to go. if you want to have a long-term convo/don't care about quickness, discord (nicolenostalgia) is best!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE.  currently it's obviously this rabbit bastard, but my other consistently most active muse has been kokichi (@takinghisbow). outside of him, i tend to go through periods of strong hyperfixation on specific muses. single muse blogs for me are pretty exclusively for muses i don't intend on taking long breaks from ever (outside of necessity)

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS.  i've been rping since i was around 9 (and far too young to be freely online, but whatever). i've been on tumblr since i was ~14, but didn't start rping here until like. . . 3-4 years ago? prior to tumblr i rp'd on forums, via email with individual friends, and on furcadia (my longest experience and very defining for me ngl. i know it's, like, cringe or whatever, but <3).

BEST EXPERIENCE.  i mean, generally just the genuine friends i've made and continue to make on here. but also, to be slightly more specific, few things stand out in my memory as favorite rp moments more than the funny, crack-y, shit-posting times where me and some of my mutuals are just losing our minds. i love running jokes on my blogs, i love being @'d, i just love love love that non-serious sort of interaction sm.

RP PET PEEVE.  if you start public shit/write callouts about someone because they were slightly rude to you or you just don't like them? [cocks gun] (legally i'm joking, but i'm so glad i haven't seen this kinda shit in awhile. save it for dangerous people, please). other than that, i've had Experiences where my frequently-thirsted-after-by-fandom male muse just gets an Onslaught of ppl who will absolutely try to force ship with their OC. it hasn't happened here, but admittedly i'm like. sitting on the edge of my seat LMAO. (like, it's kinda funny but it's hella disrespectful).

PLOTS OR MEMES.  memes tend to be a better starting point for me unless you already have a specific idea in mind OR we're working off of one of our wishlist posts. i have this Thing where the moment someone asks me to plot every single idea i've ever had leaves my head fdkshfsd. the only exception to this is if it's not immediately obvious how our muses would meet. at which point, either plotting OR just specifying something in a meme you send would be great.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES.  cursed to love long replies, forced to have executive dysfunction lmao. i mean, i love interactions of any length, but i do looooove getting really into my muse's mindset and exploring it. because of mental health, tho, longer thread usually = longer wait for my reply. not always, it depends on my muse. once we're getting 5+ paras, it might be a bit of a wait (even tho i still love it).

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES.  knee-jerk reaction was to say no abt william lmao. in all seriousness, i'd say. . . we have a similar sense of humor, regrettably. and more than that, i feel like my draw to writing muses in general who "wear a mask" and hide their real personalities has been a bit of an. . . unintentional exploration relating to my own masking. i've a only realized in recent years that i likely have ADHD (and maybe autism?), and the realization that the Me In Public is literally Not Me was. crazy. i think that, even though william is a complete bastard, there's something to writing a muse who is always performing. i mean, before i even understood what masking was i remember telling my mom that being around almost anyone irl felt like putting on a show to pretend to be "normal." so anyway me, kokichi, and william are holding hands (eurgh).

TAGGED BY. @gateway31 ( <3 <3 <3 ) TAGGING. whoever would like to do it!!

[ofengineers]

MUSE SPECIFIC INNER THOUGHTS → @fadedfirebird

This was so awkward...

"I really didn't think Joshua would try to kiss my hand like this. I'm not a lady. I know he's not used to this, but for me, it's just more awkward to be considered as such. It doesn't feel polite, even if I know he meant well. I hope I didn't disturb him too much. I didn't want to hurt him... I just didn't want him to kiss my hand. He smiled after that, though, so I guess he didn't mind too much."

He saved all of us...

"Joshua didn't hesitate to protect all of us when Odin attacked the Enterprise. I know he's used to fight, but I was very scared, and I know we'd all be dead without him. We barely know each other, but he still wanted to protect us. It means a lot. I hope I can repay him somehow. Well, once he's not at the infirmary anymore because of course he was badly injured, too."

He's so stubborn and reckless...

"Joshua keeps saying he wants to fight more and to do more, but he's very sick. He's not careful with the way he's using his powers. He's trying to do like Clive, but Clive is not suffering from the curse the way Joshua is. Jill is suffering from it, too, but not like this. I understand it annoys him, of course, but I just wish he would listen to his body at least a bit more."

I fear he's giving up...

"I'm trying to cheer him up, but Joshua is convinced he won't survive the battle against Ultima. I tried to tell him to be optimistic, to picture himself coming back, but I don't think I'm helping him. Maybe he thinks I'm annoying, but I don't want to lose my friends. I lost so much already. I want Clive, Joshua and Dion to come back in one piece."

I hope he'll enjoy life from now now...

"They all came back from Origin, and Joshua seems finally happy now. I'm glad. He deserves this so much. I hope he'll do whatever he wants to. Life has a lot to offer, and maybe it's finally time for him to discover what it has in store for him. I'm willing to help him getting used to this world without magic, of course. I'm here for him, just like I'm here for Clive, Jill and Dion. Friends support each other, always!"

[titancrownedstag]

Random Tag Dump because I came up with something better for some of his stuff

[sorryiwasbornstupid-blog]

Tag Dump

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[sushi-guro]

may i have a megumi playlist with romance vibes & cool fight vibes?? thank you so much!! love youuu

bring forth the deepest shadows - a megumi fushiguro inspired playlist

winning by dying and winning even if you die are two completely different things, Megumi.

Afraid - The Neighbourhood

Keep on dreaming, don't stop breathing, fight those demons

Sell your soul, not your whole self

Death In My Pocket - Machine Gun Kelly

I think I'm ready to die tonight

It's fucked up 'cause I ain't lived half my life

I saw the devil and passed him like

"You tryna fuck up my afterlife"

But I don't even care, you can keep me there, yeah

Holding up a flare, I needed a prayer, yeah

I got Death In My Pocket

But I feel so alive

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

A gift, curse

They track and hurt

Say can you dream

In nightmares seems

A million voices, silent screams

Where hope is left so incomplete

I'm running with the wolves tonight

DNA. - Kendrick Lamar

got war and peace inside my DNA

I got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

This time I gotta know

Where did my daddy go?

I'm not entirely here

Half of me has disappeared

Go ahead and cry, little boy

You know that your daddy did too

You know what your mama went through

You gotta let it out soon, just let it out

Time is Running Out - Muse

I think I'm drowning

Asphyxiated

I wanna break this spell

That you've created

idfc - blackbear

'Cause I have hella feelings for you

I act like I don't fucking care

'Cause I'm so fucking scared

I'm only a fool for you

And maybe you're too good for me

I'm only a fool for you

But I don't fucking care, at all

Nervous - The Neighbourhood

You've got me nervous to speak

So I just won't say anything at all

I've got an urge to release

And you keep tellin' me to hold on

You've got me nervous to move

So I just won't give anything to you

You got me turnin' all around to be who you need me to

Should I be quiet? Uh

Come on, be silent, uh

You know I'm tryin', so don't say nothin', uh

Tell me you trust me, and

Kiss me and hug me, yeah

Well, I would do anything for ya

You just gotta love me

Fallingforyou - The 1975

I don't want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you

On this night, and in this light

I think I'm falling (I think I'm falling), I'm falling for you

And maybe you, change your mind

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

Love - Lana Del Rey

Signals crossing can get confusing

It's enough just to make you feel

Crazy, crazy, crazy

Sometimes, it's enough just to make you feel crazy

Slow Down - Chase Atlantic

Tell me what you heard

Tell me what you know

I've been rolling for days, yeah, this is so foreign

Oh, vanity, no, listen, baby

I don't know if you already know how

But girl, I gotta feeling that you know now

You're buried in the pillow, yeah you're so loud

But I'm about to show you, baby, slow down

Follow You - Bring Me The Horizon

Come sink into me and let me breathe you in

I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen

So dig two graves 'cause when you die

I swear I'll be leaving by your side

So you can drag me through hell

If it meant I could hold your hand

I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell

And you can throw me to the flames

I will follow you

Monsoon - Tokio Hotel

I'm fighting all its power

Coming in my way

Let it take me straight to you

I'll be running night and day

I'll be with you soon

Just me and you

We'll be there soon

So soon

Running through the monsoon

Beyond the world

To the end of time

Where the rain won't hurt

Fighting the storm

Into the blue

And when I lose myself I think of you

Together we'll be running somewhere new

And nothing can hold me back from you

Through the monsoon

spotify link

a/n: I mentally divided this playlist into three different parts: the first one is about megumi only, the second one about him falling for y/n and the third one about y/n fighting beside him! I'm in love with his character <3 <3 <3 I can't stop talking about him to my bff, fr :c I'm hopeless. Also, I'm sorry about The Neighbourhood being in EVERY SINGLE PLAYLIST but those lyrics are so good kjdhdfgkfg okay bye-

@foreverthesickestkidz thank you for requesting this and for being patient, you're lovely <3

check this if you wanna request a playlist too🌻

[duskyskz]

Blueberry Claws - H.H.J

Warnings - Halloween Au, mentioned assault, choking, Hyunjin!Dom mild tones, slight violence

Word Count - 4.7K

A/N - ahaha this .. turned out way longer than I meant to ohno I'm sorry Hyunjin had my heart in a vice grip lately

Part of @nightshade-minho and @mini-meanhoe 's Halloween collab!

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Elbow deep in ruddy earth, you kneel among the undergrowth of your garden, plucking away stray roots and weeds. It’s not your favourite part of the day, but you pride yourself in the exquisite berries your growth produces, and adequate sunlight is a must in bringing the sweetest fruits. Autumnal chills creep down your spine, warning you of setting sun and cooler nights looming over the forest horizon. It is a quaint little house, settled carefully between the curve of the river and the forest border, a hat’s toss away from the village settlement, and you enjoy it that way - far away enough for privacy and undisturbed peace, yet not isolated enough to be unreachable and dreary. 

People weren't the only viable company, anyway. Your neighbors came in the form of passing badgers rummaging through your compost, squirrels and mice poking their noses through cracks in your windowsill while you bake, the sweet smell of sugar and jams luring in a furry audience you felt obliged to entertain, tossing crumbs and peels into the open yard. 

“Croak!” 

You raise your head away from the mud at the screech, glancing upward. 

“Hello.” You greet your most recent visitor. The magpie quickly climbed upon your friendlist, introducing itself with a persistent knock of its beak against your poor kitchen windowpane. It came back the next evening, and the one after that, never missing more than a day in it’s routine to rob you of your pie crusts. 

“Are you hungry?” 

“Croak!” You suppose that’s a yes, considering the intensity with which the bird stares down at your precious blueberries. 

“Come on, then. Lunch wouldn’t hurt me, either.” 

***

“Can you believe that - that witch!” You stomp along the pavement to your front door, slamming it open. “The audacity to even imply my pies are anything but organic!”

Positively fuming, you don't entertain the absurdity of venting your frustrations to a corvid. At times, you think to yourself the little blackbird almost understands you - head tilting in accordance with your words, nodding when appropriate and watching your dutifully as if awaiting continuation. 

Then it’s attention switches from your wild gesticulations to the fresh batch of muffins cooling on your counter, and your suspicions of a higher intelligence disappears, leaving you to sweep cake crumbs off it’s feathers. No, plunging neck-deep into hot cake is not wise, you’d point out later. 

***

Maybe the loneliness does get to you after all. It’s a little embarrassing to admit how reliant you become on the magpie’s company. Its’ shrill croaks and glassy eyes became a comfort to you, a presence your day no longer felt complete without. Brushing your fingertips over the delicate feathers on its back, you rest your chin on your other palm. 

“It’s a dreary winter coming, birdie.” You muse, humming at the overcast sky. Masses of grey and washed out blues tumblr over the hills, warning you of approaching snows and rains. “I should fix the roof hatching tomorrow morning - be a shame to freeze my toes off before the solstice, wouldn’t it?” 

 The magpie doesn’t reply, and you don’t expect it to, but the slow blinks as you speak convince you your words don’t fall on deaf ears. 

“As long as I don’t have someone warming my bed, I better do all the warming myself.” Springin to your feet, you set to work on tidying the front yard. 

“Would you care to join me to fetch new hay for the roof tomorrow?” 

Your unconventional companion opens his beak, groaning. Then it snaps down into the ground, impaling one of your finest strawberries. 

Ah, well. 

You can only guess what a magpie must tend to in a day - you weren’t about to keep it from important bird tasks.

***

Your window panes quiver with the force of the hurricane, creaking sadly in their wooden frames. You have no idea what time it could possibly be, but judging by the time already passed since sundown, it’s way into the late night. Dismorphed figures haunt the outside, shadows passing over your bedroom like a predator, and you burrow deeper under your covers. Of course, approaching winter was harsh. In the hillside, mountain winds rolled down rocky foundations to crash into your humble home with rapid force. Turning onto your side, you press your head against the pillow to mute the whistle of the wind through your thin walls. You’d patched the roof last week - but you had yet to insulate the walls fresh, and chills made themselves known through cracks and gaps in last year’s worn overlay. 

With a soul-crushing snap, your window is thrown open as the lock gives way to hurricane, two fragile glass planes whipping open into the dead of night as you curse your luck and scramble out of bed to grasp the handles before they’re torn off entirely.

Yet something past the glass grabs your gaze before you can pull them shut, petrifying you in place. You don’t know if it’s the rain freezing your feet to the ground, or the unfiltered terror, but you can’t even scream as your eyes meet the vividly yellow ones across your garden.

Hunched above your blueberry bush, in a cloak of pitch black, stands a creature you’ve only seen in manic sketches in the village hall prior to tonight. Its’ spine seems bent, somehow, too long and too skewerd to fit precisely in its body, leaving two lumps protruding from its back. In a pale face, boxed in by wisps of black, you can only focus on two luminous eyes, zeroing in on your figure with far too much attention for your liking. 

In its knifed claws it grips a branch of your favourite plant, mangled and weeping blueberry juice onto the dirt. Maroon splatters blot the beast’s face, but you don’t gaze long enough to separate fruit from the blood of some poor soul. 

Maybe your blood will be next on its beak. 

Yanking the window shut, you tumble into your bed, curling as tight as you can into the duvet, shielding your head. Maybe it’ll go away if you don’t make noise, holding your hands to your ears. 

Maybe it’ll just go away.

***

It’s been three days since the storm, and coincidentally, three day since you’ve last seen your closest friend. Really, mayhaps this was a sign your friendship should extend elsewhere, and not the local corvid populace. Shovelling pastries into your hamper, you venture out into the open air for the first time since that night.

You’re still unable to clean the wreckage in your front yard. Somehow, the thought of laying your hands on the same branches that unknown horror touched fills you with dread, and you can’t bring yourself to rid the leftover mess. You had enough jams and preserves stockpiled to last you the whole winter if need be - if you weren’t financially obliged to sell most of them, anyway. 

Fitting yourself with a scarf to guard from temperamental weather, you wrap the wool tightly up to your nose as the first leaves fall from the oaks beside you. 

You love your town, you really do. 

The whimsy of nearby streams rolling over lustrous green fields is a wonder to wake up to every morning, and the walk into town is always a pleasant meander under centuries-old oaks and pine trees, spying on the conversations of woodpeckers and crows.

Yet, among all the commotion, you find yourself missing one particular croak. Never quite the same elegant cry as the other birds, but particular and endearing in its own right. 

And entirely missing from your life for half a week.

Passing the stone gates, you keep to the right of the road to make space for idle carts and horses wandering the streets. Carefully, you unload all your stock onto the market table - this stand has your name carved into the wooden leg, and you pride yourself on being a regular enough attendant to warrant a reserved place. 

The day flurries by you in a mess of clinking jam jars and passing coins. Afternoon had already set in a while ago, traversing into the evening by the time you begin wrapping up your last sale. Bidding goodbye to the market staff, you hoist your (significantly lighter) basket over your forearm, leaving the town square. It’s not dark yet, bare wisps of the night inking over your head as the sun lowers over the woods, letting you lose your train of thought in the scenery.

You feel the last pricks of stress leave you as your thoughts drift to the hallowing creature from nights ago. Perhaps your mind, in its hazy and exhausted stade, played up the vivid shadows and reflections in the moonlight? Yes, surely. There’s no way an animal this size and fright roamed your woods unacknowledged - The only terror you knew was the fabled warlock, but nobody has seen his face in decades. You weren’t even sure what he looked like. All tales of warlocks the library gave you marked them as haunted men, selling their soul for mastery of dark arts, giving up their limbs for a hint of inhuman power. Some had horns, you’d read. Some, a devilish tail winding between their legs, while some gave up their own eyes and replaced them with animal counterparts for better senses. 

It scared you more than you’d like to admit, the more you entertained the possibility of a being so twisted hiding in the depths of your woods - but was Hwang Hyunjin even real, or a figment of townsfolk imagination? 

Entangled in your own head, you fail to notice the arm lashing out to grab your elbow and yank you violently sideways, slamming your back into the brick wall between two buildings. 

“Ouch!” You rasp out, catching your breath, but your scream is broken by the hand quickly winding around your throat.

Great, after a shitty week you were going to get robbed, too! 

“Don't you try open your mouth again, you little bitch.” A coarse voice hissed against your cheek. You tried to reel away from the terrible stench of his breath, but with your back against the wallside, it was impossible to weasel out. “Made quite a pretty penny at the market today, didn’t ya?”

A large, cold hand snuck down your waist, over the ribbons tying your corset shut, and you were sure you’d retch when clammy fingers started tugging at the knot. 

“Where are you hiding it, then? Down your vest?” One sharp pull leaves your corset flying open, exposing your skin to freezing night air, shielded only by a thin undershirt. You try to shake your head, but the hold on your neck makes it impossible to even curse. “That’s a bit thin, isn’t it? Not much to hide under such flimsy fabric -”

“Shit!”

You heave in a breath as the tightness around your throat suddenly wanes, disappearing, and all weight lifts from you. Eyes watering from the lack of oxygen, you blink rapidly to clear your vision, stumbling back as you find focus. 

Shrill cries tear from your assailant, angry red oozing from the gash above his left eye, arms flailing maniacally to chase away the blur of feathers thrashing around his head. Slinking down to catch your breath, you pull your knees to your chest to steady your breathing, though the scene before you grows more gruesome every time you blink. 

You can’t tear your eyes away, even as the bird dives down again, embedding its razor claws in the man’s eye socket. The screams are terrifying, but you don’t have the thought to wonder how no one else came to check the commotion. 

Maybe nobody wanted to.

In muted horror, you watch as the man finally lands a hit, thrashing the tiny bird into the wall opposite with a numbing crack, spinning on his heel to face you once more, though his one eye struggles to find your face. He stumbles forward, lurching in your direction, drops of fresh blood flying at your feet.

“What are you, a witch? I should burn you alive -”

Smack!

You’re sure you’re hallucinating as he topples to the pavement, struck by a surprise force. Hunched over him, in a flurry of black feather, sits a mass you know  you’ve seen before. For a moment you think, another bird? A whole flock? But then the feathered cape shifts, raises, and you realise it’s one pair of  heavy-set wings protruding from a broad back, arms poised to strike over and over at a target long void of defense. You feel sick - everything that unravelled in the last few moments makes your stomach churn, and you vomit onto the floor between your feet. You can’t watch the blood any longer, listen to the crunching sound of tendons snapping and bone breaking, rolling over as you feel your legs give way to jelly.

***

You can feel yourself swaying, gently. You don’t feel the ground, but you know you’re moving, head balanced on something pillowy and warm, but still solid - what a weird combination. 

There’s something holding you up by your legs, and another clutching onto your back. You have half the mind to open your eyes when you’re coherent enough to, knowing you should be alarmed given the situation you just vaguely avoided. But this is nice. Your lift your eyelids barely enough to take in your position, head propped carefully on a shoulder. You can’t see much beyond the collarbone your nose is tucked into without outing yourself as awake, so you settle for breathing in deep, lulling your nerves with the scent of ash and fern. It's safe, comforting somehow, in a way you’ve never felt comforted in. Your forehead grazes his cheek, tips of his dark hair tickling your skin as you heave out a sigh and press your face deeper against the warmth. 

“I’m sorry I left you, Birdie.”

His voice is gentle, too. You let it ring in your head, soft whispers and words you can't quite decipher but appreciate nonetheless lulling you back into shallow sleep. You recognise your surroundings by the shift of light, stepping out from the tree canopy into wide hillside, catching last rays of sunlight. 

You think he’s going to wake you and ask for a key, but your front door grants him access with just a single flick of his wrist under your knee. You’ll have to ask him about that later.

Nudging his way inside, ducking to fit past the low doorframe, your saviour swiftly marches to your bedroom, confirming your suspicions. The layout of your house was entirely too familiar to him for it to be the first time he’s visited the premises. Or the second, if you count the night visit three days back. When he lowers you onto the mattress, it's with such care your heart skips in your chest, and you pray he doesn’t hear it stop entirely when you feel his fingertips brush over your shoulder to pull the blankets over you, strong arms straining under his shirt as he moves your head from his shoulder and you immediately miss the heat. There’s a cup of water by your bedside that wasn’t there before, and when satisfied with your placement, he steps away. Your eyes blink open fully when you feel his presence leave your side. 

“Are you leaving?” Your voice sounds small even to you. 

“I wasn’t sure you’d want me around.” He answers after a hesitant pause, kneeling by your bed. “You - You looked really scared that night. I never want you to be scared of me.” 

You sit up, reaching for the glass of water which he swiftly passes to you to soothe your throat and wash out remaining bile. Your skin still burns in the places that asshole touched you, and you hiss when your fingers rub the sore spots on your neck, before a larger hand wraps around your palm, bringing it down to glare at the bruise.

“I won’t apologize for what happened to him, though.” The venom in his voice makes you still. “That filth got what he deserved - I should have taken his other eye, too.” 

“...Is he dead?” You’re not sure you should ask.

“No. I left him breathing, but I can’t guarantee someone will find him in time.” 

“You left him blind, that’s enough Hyunjin.” His head snaps up at the name, as if he didn’t expect the confrontation. “You’re the magpie that’s been visiting my garden this summer, aren’t you? You’re the fabled terror in our woods.”

You say the last part with a smile, but the warlock  lowers his head still, glancing down at the blanket curving over your hips.

“....Yeah.” He mumbles, observing the many silver rings at his knuckles. “Is that too much for you?”

“What do you mean?” You scrunch your nose, confused, when he doesn��t elaborate. 

“At first I just came to visit because of the garden, but every time you saw me you’d talk to me like I was a person - Like I could understand. And I know you talk to the others too, like that ugly goose -” You want to scold him for calling Truffles ugly, but he carries on without pause. “But in my head it was just, nice. Even if I couldn’t reply, whenever you speak, there’s no darkness in me. Nothing but you.”

Hyunjin frowns, not wanting to meet your eyes yet. His hand grips the edge of your duvet, straining the fabric as his wings twitch.

“I was so fucking mad at myself when you saw me. You looked so small, so petrified - and of me. And as much as I wanted to take you into my arms and reassure you I couldn’t.” 

You can’t deny it, you were scared then. But knowing the man before you now, the events of today and the large part thunder and your own exhaustion played into your fear that night, you felt none of the apprehension now, resting your hand atop his shaking ones. 

“Maybe you wouldn’t want to see me again, if you’d guessed what I was after that. So I let you be, watching from a distance, because I couldn’t bring myself to let go completely. And today, fuck -” He runs a clawed hand through his locks, pushing hair out of his face to finally look at you, golden eyes rooting you to your spot. “I should have snapped both his legs for even thinking to touch you.”

“But maybe that’s my own vice.” You watch soft pink lips form words you’re not sure are real. They could have been your own imagination, for how quietly he speaks. “Maybe my love would be too much for you.” 

The silence that follows his confession is crushing to both of you, for entirely different reasons. 

You barely wrap your head around the idea of being loved by him before he pulls his hand away from yours, accepting rejection he knew was coming. It’s not until he stands that you breathe in, catching the edge of his jacket before he can leave you again.

“It’s not.” You state. “It’s not too much.”

You hope he doesn’t mistake the quiver in your voice for doubt, because you’ve never been so sure of something in your life. 

“Do you mean that?” The hopeful lilt to his voice sparks your heart alight, he’s at your side in seconds, long feathers sweeping the floor below his feet as he moves. “Are you sure you want me the same way I want you?”

“I do.”

You nod to reassure him, sliding further down the bed to make space for his larger frame. Hyunjin slinks in next to you, crawling over to hover above you, taking in the way you look finally beneath him. His feathers block out most light, sun long set. You can barely see, but before you can complain about missing his ethereal beauty, a candle flickers alight by your window, and another on your bedside table. Another, and yet one more afterward, until your bedroom filters in a warming glow from a dozen shy fires. 

Ah, warlock things. 

“It’s okay,” Hyunjin hesitates still, lips stopping millimeters away from yours as the last strings of hesitation cling to his thoughts until you urge him to move. “You can touch me.”

His lips are warmer than anything you’ve ever felt, moving over your mouth like fine malt wine. There’s a quiver in his hands when he brings a palm down to cradle your cheek, running his thumb over the smooth skin as his tongue runs over your teeth. 

You don’t notice your legs spreading open to allow him between your thighs until his knee bumps against your core, bundling your skirts in his fist to pull them down and off. 

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to have you under me like that, birdie.” Hyunjin whispers. “All for me, at my mercy - you look so good like that.”

The irony of him using your own nickname for him on you is lost in the moment you arch your back into his touch, pressing your still corseted chest against his palm. Every place he touches has you needing more of him, every part you can reach. 

“Undress me, please.” 

“Gladly.” Nimble fingers pluck the bow of your shirt open, lifting it over your head. In the cocoon of his wings and candle light, you feel a love you’ve never known before. Discarding his own shirt next, you hardly have a moment to take in the exquisite expanse of his chest before your field of vision is taken up with glimmering navy feathers, Hyunjin’s head dipping to swirl his tongue over your nipple. Your grip in his hair makes him keen against your chest, groaning over the sensitive flesh between his teeth.

“Are you - You’re a virgin?” The idea of him being the first to make you feel so open, the only person to see you react to such intimate touch gets him harder than Hyunjin thought possible. 

“Ah, yeah…” You nod. Were your reactions so telling? You suddenly felt even smaller, caged between his arms and the pillows, watching his tamarind eyes flicker.

“I’ll love you well, birdie. Don’t worry.” He blows cool air onto your damp bud and you feel like crying. One hand leaves the space by your head, pinching your other peak. At first gently, testing how far he could push your limits to get you melting at his touch, then harder when you moan at the slight burn. 

Your hips rise to rub against his thigh, unknowingly seeking out friction to aid the dampness gathering in your underwear. His hand meets you there, slipping a finger under the band of your panties to snap it against your skin for your impatience, and you still immediately, recognising his dominance even without prior warning. 

“Be good and wait. If I own you, I’m taking my time with you.” There’s a hard edge in his voice, something about the empty threat makes you want to push his buttons until he snaps. 

You don’t need to wait much longer.

Ridding you of the last scrap of clothing you had left, Hyunjin has you bare and displayed, every part on show and within his reach. Slower than you can take, he drags his thumb on the inside of your thigh, kissing and nibbling the delicate skin just inches away from your dripping cunt. When his thumb finally, finally rubs a circle against your clit you whine his name so loud he nearly bites down hard. Still, he holds his pace, pressing his thumb in patient patterns against your nub as his teeth mark up your thighs.

“Jinnie, go harder, please.”

You know you fucked up when he glances up at you, brows quirking in amusement. 

“I said I’ll take care of you, y/n. If you want to cum, lay there and take it.”

You’re thankful he has a shred of mercy for your sanity, because your pleas seem to have a marginal effect on his movement. 

You eat your words when Hyunjin forces two fingers inside your already wet slit, scissoring you open with harsh flicks of his wrist. His lips remain stuck to your clit, and the sudden assault on your senses has tears rushing down your cheeks.

“W-Wait! Hyun, wait, I don’t want to cum yet!” You don’t really believe he’ll listen.

“Don’t you? But I thought you wanted me to hurry, birdie?” The mockery in his voice makes you clench, and you’d flush if you weren’t so close to orgasm. “For someone not ruined before, you beg for a dick so well.”

“No...Not yet, I wanna cum on you, please.” 

Hyunjin can resist many things - spells, curses. Killing a man on multiple occasions. 

Your whimpering voice as you beg for him to take your virginity in your own bed, wrapped around his fingers and blushing from his tongue is not one of those things. 

“Fuck, okay.”

Pulling his fingers out, your lips part at the emptiness, but your nerves prickle with knowledge of what awaits you next. Hyunjin is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, sweat dampening his forehead and eyes peering right into your heart whenever your gazes meet. You’re hypnotised by the way muscles in his back tense when he kneels between your thighs, urging you to open up for his fit. You only catch the briefest sight of his length, but it’s enough to make you gasp in anticipation at the size and thickness of his base. 

“You’re sure you want me?” Your legs wrap around his waist as he asks, not yet penetrating you, only resting his length on your slick core. 

“I want you more than anything I’ve ever dreamed of, Hyunjin.” You channel all your love and trust into your words, daring yourself to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. 

Feeling the stretch of him is euphoric, inch by inch, more than any discomfort could hope to reach. Your focus on the flex of his forearm propping him up beside your head, the tantalizing way his mouth curls in a moan of your name when he bottoms out, placing his seal on you completely. 

“Tell me when I can move, alright?” 

“N-Now, you can move. Please move.” You’re gonna go insane if he doesn’t ravage you right now, digging your nails into his bicep. Hyunjin starts off slowly, gentle languid strokes brushing over your walls. With every move, he feels you relax, the tension in your legs loosening into desperate longing as you pull him deeper into you, trapping him against your body.

You open your eyes only to grab his hand, wrapping it around your throat. His hips stutter, before he grips you fully, squeezing the sides of your neck until your moans turn to broken cries of his name.

“You’re such a cute little whore, love. What a dirty pussy you’ve been holding out on me.”

The smirk he looks down on you with is downright filthy, degrading every shred of dignity you had left, but you don’t take in anything but him, his hips slamming you into the mattress and the hot breath against your ear. “Are you gonna cum from that? My good girl, just like that...Let go and cum under me.”

He pulls his hand away from your neck, allowing you to heave in a breath and scream his name. Hyunjin holds you down by your wrists above your head, thrusting relentlessly as you cum around him, shaking and sobbing from the overstimulation at your centre. He allows himself to release then, as your whimpers quieten and he rides out your highs with you, filling you to the brim. 

You stay entwined for a moment as you catch your shaky breath, coming out of the headspace Hyunjin fucked you into. When he pulls out, you fight the urge to clamp your legs shut as he holds your thighs apart, admiring the way his cum spills out of your rawed hole. 

“Let me clean you first, birdie.” 

You nearly drift off in the blissed-out feeling that envelops you as he wipes your legs clean with a warm, damp cloth, stroking over tingling bruises with adoration. 

When he’s finally satisfied with your state, Jinnie allows you to tug him back into bed with you, arms immediately coiling around your middle to press you into his chest, nose nuzzling against the crown of your head to breathe in your scent. 

“I meant every word I said.” He mentions, speaking against your forehead. His lips tickle you with every word and you’re so tempted to kiss him again just because you can. “ I really do love you.”

“I know, Jinnie. I love you too.”

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Roach's stealth skills are put to the test as he sneaks past an alleged Augustus base to capture him and gather intel about the recent EMP based attacks. Will Roach be able to impress Captain Price?

Previous Chapter : Soap - Experiment 001

Chapter 9 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

"A SurPRICE Visit"

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson

Task Force 141

400 meters outside Augustus' Mountain Base

Germany

The winds were picking up when they landed and Roach flew about a few more meters away from Price.

"This EMP blast is messing with my signals. Captain, can you find Roach?" Ghost spoke over comms, his voice crumbled over the static.

"He landed not too far from me. Come on boy, let's get a head on." Price replied to Ghost as he helped Gary get up and untangle himself from his mess. Gary nodded and followed his Captain into the edge of the mountain.

"There it is. Augustus' base." he mused as Gary scoped through his supressed silencer. Trucks were leaving the area filled with armed hostiles.

"Ghost, you see this? They're leaving the hive." Price informed the recon man.

"Aye, sir. Looks like they're headed to Alex's direction. If we time this right you'll have less people inside there." he replied. Gary wondered why they were leaving. It didn't make sense to back-up an already reclaimed base back at Alex's.

"Let's go Roach. I'll take the one on the left tower, you take the one on the right. I'm currently spotting four Tangos by the gate. Fire when ready." Price instructed. Roach took a deep breath to steady his sights, quickly pulling the trigger once the crosshairs aligned with their heads.

"Good kill. Your sniper skills are improving, Sargeant." Price mused as he signaled them to move forward. For a Captain who's left him a solid first impression as a strict angryman, Roach didn't expect the kind words from him. It almost felt overwhelming.

"You go ahead and take what's important inside that guardhouse. I'll cover you from this position." he commanded and Gary sprung safely into action, switching to his suppressed pistol and into the guardhouse.

It was simple, a few cameras, some photos of people who they let in and a few map layouts. Gary quickly snapped all of them for Ghost to see. Roach also grabbed the radio and placed it near his ear. Gary set his sights on an AK-47 lying on the ground.

"Roach, be careful when using unsuppressed weapons. It might reveal our existence." Price muttered to which he nodded. It just made sense.

"Jäeger, kopierst du?" the radio muttered. Roach's German wasn't on point and any non-reply from the other end would result in an investigation.

"Ja, alles klar." he replied, trying to replicate the accent. There was no more reply on the other side which meant Gary actually nailed his reply.

"Captain, behind that door is heavily guarded. I suggest a reroute to the back door just a few meters east of your position. This isn't Augustus' base, it's a remote research facility studying plant life by the border and he seemed to take it over." Ghost informed after gathering the photos, Gary waited on the edge of the wall covering his Captain's six. The duo proceeded as suggested and climbed over an unguarded fence.

"We're at a greenhouse. Labeled 6." Price whispered.

"Do you see any cameras?" Ghost asked.

"Yeah. Looking at the plants." he muttered.

"Circle around it and find cover behind the safehouse labeled 5. If my German is correct, the central area should have 2 scientists on their way in there." Ghost informed.

"Right on schedule." Price nodded to Roach as they both knocked them down quietly and non-lethally as they were civilians. Gary quickly slung his weapon and hid it behind the huge white lab coat the both of them now wore.

"Keep your weapons hidden, until I say so. Okay?" Price said as he pulled the bodies somewhere hidden. Gary nodded as they confidently waltzed inside the base, using their fake ids pinned on their coats for entry.

Gary watched a lot of sci-fi fics and most of them depicted labs as white walled, glass-divided rooms with hundreds of scientists working on some random machineries. Except here, it's plants. It seemed normal as if they infiltrated the wrong base. Price seemed to worry too, his steps were further apart and he seemed to be in a hurry. They were losing hope on a lead, until one armed guard, different from those outside started climbing up the stairs.

"Finally. Some good news." Price muttered as they made their way up the stairs.

"Authorized personnel only." an armed guard stood by the steps blocking the duos way. It was too crowded and too risky to engage him and press through and they both needed a new plan.

"Es tut mir leid." Gary replied as he pulled Price to the restrooms.

"It's no use. We can't go guns ablazing right here." he noted to his Captain.

"Bollocks." he cursed.

"We need a diversion." He added.

"Way ahead of you, Sir." Gary smirked and showed him his c4 trigger, pushed it and an explosion followed.

"Nice. By the guard house?" Price asked while they waited for reinforcements to assist the blast.

"Yeah."

"Quick thinking lad. I like that."

Several armed men came rushing down the stairs, yelling in a different language, all going to the exit. They stomped to the stairs and carefully breached the second floor of the building, shooting armed tangos using suppressed weapons. They had to act fast and stomp on their comms as soon as they're down so that the others outside will not fall back.

Ten guards were left behind to protect the second floor, and with the help of stealth, Gary and Price took them out smoothly. All that's left are the intel waiting to be harvested.

Gary snapped all possible evidence, every nook and cranny was investigated while Price tapped his heavy fingers on the keyboard.

"Looks like they're going large. They're planting something by the major cities cell towers. Here's one in Berlin." he muttered, printing a copy of the blueprints.

"Price! R-ch" Ghost's static crackled across their comms.

"Th- found- guards!

Get. Out. There. NOW." he added.

"Kill every civilian in there. That will let our little friends out of the shadows. I know they're after us…" a menacing voice said over Roach's stolen receiver.

"Shite. They're killing civvies." Gary said, worried.

"I'm sorry Roach. But we can't save them. It's a trap. Now protect that camera and let's get the fuck out of here." Price consoled as they continued pressing on toward the exit.

Screaming people followed by gunshots echoed across the white halls of the research facility, Gary didn't want to look back, Gary didn't want to hear any more screaming but it was all around him. Whoever commanded this act to be done must be eradicated from this world.

LOCAL MILITIA SETTLEMENT

Alex greeted the duo as soon as they stepped inside the village. It felt lively as everyone was celebrating their victory.

"Captain." Alex nodded and Price returned the gesture with a handshake.

"This is Blitz. Their leader." he added, introducing the man to Price.

"Thank you for helping us." Price acknowledged.

"No. Thank you for helping us. You have good men fighting for a good cause." he remarked, nodding at Alex and Gary. Gary also got acquainted with the leader, exchanged a few words and got offered soup.

"Tough day, huh?" Alex nudged over Gary, who's still sad about the situation earlier.

"You and me, both." Gary muttered as Alex patted his shoulder.

"We'll get him soon enough, Roach. Justice will be served." Alex consoled as Gary took a deep sigh.

"They're planting EMP bombs on major cell towers. Maybe incorporating it with them to perform large scale blasts." Gary pondered, taking a sip off the delicious soup.

"Yeah. That's our go signal. It's now a terror activity. Imagine a day without communication. International trade would crumble." Alex explained to which Gary nodded in agreement.

"Global cripple. People's minds get hurt, Economy gets hurt and we aren't focused enough to defend ourselves."

"That's what he's up to." Gary finished.

"And we have to stop it. Whatever It Takes." Alex looked at Gary with determination, that kind of pep talk that makes him a little less sad.

"Yeah." Gary agreed.

~

Another briefing, but this time, it was going somewhere. Operation Burn, the task is to eliminate Nero and all his allies, if possible. Funny enough, the real Nero burned everyone else. Whoever thought of this name was smart enough to connect the dots.

There's another person added to the team, the redhead leather jacket agent, Alexandra Ryder. An interpol agent tasked to destroy all traces of said EMP machinery. She looks tough, acts tough and basically is tough. France seemed to be going along well with her. That's a bonus for alliances such as these.

"So, I heard Price noted your sniper improvement." Ghost nudged.

"Yeah. Thanks Simon. Your training sucks but it helped a lot." Gary complimented.

"Tried talking to France and the new girl today." Ghost reported. Gary turned to him, clearly interested about his story.

"It was actually good. They're both intimidated by the mask and that's why they can't initiate conversation with me. But the talk went pretty well so I guess you needed to update your scoreboard or something." He muttered.

Gary chuckled. "That's one step towards her."

"I'll let the Interpol handle Berlin. Since it involves just the weapon, as for other news. I think it's time to transfer our two hostages back to the USA." Gary quickly turned his head back to the screen. No. It can't be. He had to stop this decision.

"With all due respect sir. I do not agree with this!" Gary stood up and all eyes were on him. He's still concerned about the welfare of the two plus he didn't want Maxine to leave. Not yet.

"I've read the report on their case sir. And it's not that I don't trust the system there but what if there's still another one in there with ties to Nero. He was able to slip by under our noses once or more times than that but let's consider the possibilities here." Gary explained as he looked around. Alex seemed to agree with him.

Shepherd let out a soft sigh.

"We'll discuss this possibility Sgt. Sanderson. You can sit down now." he said and resumed briefing.

"Brave move you did there, soldier." Ghost remarked as Gary let out a sigh. He wasn't sure on he's really concerned, the IP Address being extracted from Samantha or Maxine's smile that he will be missing if she left.

Next Chapter : The Heart Knows what the Brain doesn't

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I said I wasn't going to do it... but my wish for angst was stronger... forgive me

'Karma...' Chisaki family au thing :v

The reunion between the two supposed allied gangs was nothing but a trap ... why the hell hadn't he thought of it before?

Now the eight precepts of death were battling the rival gang's subordinates while he, Chrono, and Mimic took, as they say, the big fish ... the boss of that damn place ...

Apparently all this had been a way of getting them to finally get their hands on Shie Hassaikai's money, but they couldn't do it without being absolutely sure that the organization's leader wasn't ... well, off the map.

To difficult him even more the guy had a 'quirk cancelling', meaning that it didn't matter if he tried to touch him, he wouldn't be overhauled, and the bastard had a fucking army along with him.

"Overhaul! We need to evacuate!" Chisaki growled, despising on admiting that his childhood friend was right and overcome his own stubbornness.

"Yes young leader... do that. Bring shame to your house." The guy mused, with a sick and devious smile, looking straight to Chisaki's golden eyes "I wonder how that bitch of yours will react... or even those runts... Having such a dissapointment of a male figurine on that house..."

'That asshole, now he is truly fucked.' Chrono thought as soon as he notice the animalistic anger growing in his boss eyes.

If someone enjoyed their own life, they just had to do one thing, never ever insult Chisaki's family and insult him that way ... especially looking in his face ...

Kai immediately, consumed by hatred and anger, overhauled his own gloves in mere seconds before he crouched on the floor and let out a scream so loud that even all of Japan could hear his scream of hatred as the whole place was already crumbling in. huge sharp spears of concrete toward the rival gang boss.

The man smirked and another guy, much taller and buffer appeared in front of him, making Mimic go wide eyed as he shouted.

"BOSS THAT FUCKER HAS A-"

Before Mimic could even finish the warning, as soon as the concrete hit the guy, all that rocky material suddenly came toward him like a cannonball, causing Chisaki to be buried under his own attack.

"OVERHAUL!" "ShiT BoSS!"

"Oh, your individuality is simply formidable my comrade, block the opponent's attack and still make him come back with double force ... explendid as always."

"ThiNK YoU CaN GET AwAY oF ThIS ThAT EaSY YoU PUnK?!"

"Get them from the front! Quick!"

The pressure of the concrete was making it difficult for him to breathe, and his mask didn't help his discomfort at all. imapacto's strength was so great that he could hardly feel anything at all in his body ... slowly his vision was darkening as he thought.

Is this death? how despicable ... no dignity is left to him .... he was ...

~

"What? Another meeting?! Come oooonnn!" You groaned out loud while picking a cushion to muffle your screams of frustations.

"I am not pleased with this as well you know, especially if I am the one who is going to talk with them... and atture their disgusting and sick presence."

"Still! Those bastards are stealing my hisband away from me and I don't APRECIATE THIS!"

He chuckled dryly while placing his mask back on again before getting up from his chair and patting your head gently before tracing his gloved hand to carress your cheek with his thumb.

"Apologies. But this is-" he stopped when you huffed a smile and picked gently his hand to give a suppost kiss on it.

Such action would have triggered him to no ends but after so many years in your presence he learned how to accept and even to... appreciate those sweet gestures of his.

"I know. You don't have to tell me... it must be really important." He winced mentally at seing your defeated expression.

He would make this meeting just as fast as he could after seing that subtle pout.

"Dad is getting out again?" Kaito spoked, poking his head on the hallway along with his recently five years old sister already making sad puppy golden eyes.

"Now, if I had to swallow this you two must as well." You said jokingly when his two childs hugged your leg and look up at their father "Daddy is a busy man and a important one, so we have to understand."

Kaito scoffed before looking up at Kai again.

"When you're coming back?"

"At least seven p.m. I need to be here for my angel after all." He said looking monoustly at you but the hint of a smirk forming behind his mask.

While Kin giggle Kaito just went 'ew' immediately clinging to you even tighter.

"Never mind. Take your time to get back dad." Kaito laughed when Chisaii ruffled his hair before flinching his forehead.

Kin received the same thing, excluding the flicking, and he soom directed his gaze at you again.

"Don't need to worry. Just be careful alright my handsome devil?"

"No promises. Take care."

"Sure... Kai?" He turned his back and lifted an eyebrow in false irritation.

"I love you. We love you, have a safe day." You smirked at seing the hint of pink growing in his cheeks to his ears.

"Yeah. I know... See you at night." He wasn't still used to this... but sure as hell he wouldn't conplain it about it...

~

"(Y/N)..." he mumbled before going wide eyed.

The floor began to vibrate and the whole place had been suddenly dismantled, Chrono and Mimic looked back and their wuase eyes dropped when they saw the scene.

Chisaki, bloody and completely destroyed, was controlling the whole place to form a gigantic barrier to smash the opponent. The old man's bodyguard was already in action about to use his own quirk, but the force was so tremendous that even the guy couldn't stand it anymore ....

With one last animalistic scream of pure hatred and pain, Chisaki sent another wave of concrete and ended the lives of men in just a second ...

He breathed in to regain the last of his breath as he confirmed he had just killed them before muffling hearing the worried voices of Mimic and Chrono coming at him.

"HoLY ShiT OvErHAUL!"

"CHISAKI OH MY FUCKING GOD YOUR ARM!"

".. wh... what?" He looked down at himself, seing he was washed by his own blood before he saw that half of his left arm was completely gone... wait...

His arm, left arm... holy shit... his weedding ring.

"My... ring." Chisaki kneeled exaustly on the floor and tried to ignore the pain as he looked for his beloved weeding ring.

"You'RE FUcKInG WoRRiEd AbOuT a RinG WhEn HalF Of yoUr FuckIng ArM Is GoNE?!"

"Mimic. Shut up." Chrono kneeled on the floor and immediately spoted the golden little thing and grabbed, shortky after showing it to Chisaki.

"Here man. You didn't lost it." Kurono said woth sympathy while worried as fuck for his friend.

"...g...good..." he said monotonously before losing his consciousness... the last things he heard were Chrono and Mimic's worried shouts...

~

He woke up to the beeps of some machine, with certain difficulty he oppened both of his golden eyes slowly and saw that he was in a rather... clean and white room.

Good, the least they could do.

He winced quietly when he tried to move bis body, looking down at the remain of one of his arms...

"... fuck." He hoarsely cursed, feeling even his throat sore due to how dry it was.

Why it had to be exclusively his left arm... the one where he carried the damn ring...

It was strange... how he had sinply throw it away the fact that he had only half of his arm and had only worried about the ring he shar- shared with you.

A click on the door was hearded and his heart sanked at seing your luffy red eyes and tired face coming in... (E/C) eyes going wide when your gaze met his...

"Angel... I-"

He stopped when he saw you sobbing and as you slowly approached the bed ... You stopped for a few seconds in front of him, collapsing on the bed and bringing him in a strong hug, but careful because of the wires connected to him.

"Kai I'm so glad you're okay..!" you sighed in relief while still trying to control your tears.

He widened his eyes before softening them just as quick when he got to smeal yojr sweet and comforting scent... he went to hug you but immediately noticed the miss of one of his arms... how he couldn't feel you just as close as before.

You gently grabbed the remain of his arm and kissed countless times, not bothering if him got uncomfortable by it or not... you just needed to feel that he wasn't completly taken out of your life.

"My arm... dammit..." he growled while burring his face in the crook of your neck, hidding the upcoming tears of frustation and anger for him to be so... weak

"...Dammit..! Im sorry angel... the ring I-!" He whispered yelled in your neck while you scratched his scalp gently as your own tears fell as you shushed him.

"Kurono got it. It's here... besides, we still have those..." you softly grabbed his right hand and took it off slowly his glove before placing your own hand besides him... showing both tattos linked together...

"See? And it doesn't matter those as well... because my heart always is going ro belong to you... Chisaki Kai..." you heard him sobbing quietly in your neck before you two ended up falling asleep on the bed he was still recovering...

Both of you could tell your children later... bit for now... you just needed to feel each other, because for a brief second both of you thought that it was the end... and neither of you could still have sayed a proper goodbye...

Thankfully the angel and the devil were still in the arms of each other...

[nulltune]

Wait did the asks I send you got deleted in the cleanup?? Aw man I loved hearing your stuff about Hakuno and they're gone! :(

YEAHH i deleted a ton of stuff in my clean up... including some of my lengthier hc posts :,) i'm fine with that tho bc every time i post sth i end up cringing at it afterwards 😳 it's a curse i swear-- but anyway! ANON I'M GLAD TO SEE U! i was so scared you wouldn't be able to find this blog bc of the url change omg... btw do you have a favorite emoji? so i can distinguish you from other anons + maintain the anonymity! like maybe 🍓 anon..... or you could leave an alias after or your asks or sth! you deserve a special tag for yourself okok ✨✨ 

and i'll be answering all your asks under the cut! as always, thank you so much for sending them in!!! i'm a literal snail so sorry i took so long to answer these! i appreciate them and you sm tho 😔🙏💕💕

Little Cry of the Abyss for Hakuno and that one person 

And also sasakure uk replica song! The song's imagery would go well for Hakuno

Also the Gregorio song by furukawa honpo and chibita

YESSSS! sasakure.uk is such a hakuno vibe tbh.. that and mili are the songs i always go to when searching for some moon girl muse! wanderlast is the song that really sticks to me when it comes to hakuno because-- the part with the line "if you'd smile for me then i don't mind if i have to disappear"?? the way the song starts glitching?? the way it abruptly ends?? very Hakunocore! replica is too! like, look at the song description-- "the 'fake' that wanted to be 'real'" that is literally hakuno. that's hakuno. sgjfhsjd and i actually have that in my playlist too, very good choice, anon! 

i've never heard little cry of the abyss before though, so tysm for recommending it!! i've been listening to it on repeat for the past half hour already 😳 i love it!!! i love how it sounds, but also because (you're once again, super right!!) it's such a hakuno songgg. i know the song is about the little mermaid, but i can't help but see the hakuno connections...... "i want to be charmed, by the place where dreams come true-- the world" ... "even though i knew it was all in vain, i forced myself to smile" ... "after all, both love and pain, i want to live accepting them all" ... "oh, my feelings, please get through before the story ends" ...... IT'S SO HER!!!! her entire character in general and npc hakuno's story in the moon and also human hakuno's story with the person.... i'm losing my mind over it tbh... the deep sea motif is also so Hakunocore that i'm just -chef kiss-

and i see gregario's mv and i instantly nod my head yes again. the starry sky aesthetic is also a very hakunocore thing, okay! the lyrics are also so so fitting... but this line especially sticks out to me "even when you cannot see anymore, i will not fail to show you the continuation of this story" because THIS FEELS SO THEM? the person still recording things for hakuno... growing the garden for her... even though they have no idea when she'll ever wake up :,) (would love to go on and on about how great these songs are in respect hakuno, but this post would end up So Long-- agdjhs)

Imagine the devoted person cultivated a beautiful garden of flowers just for Hakuno: forget me nots, Alstroemerias, camellias, pink carnations, chrysanthemums, freesias, geraniums, gerberas, irises, gladioluses, lilies of the valley, pansies, white and pink roses, statices, zinnias, jonquils, Hint: look up the flowers' meanings :)

I DON'T NEED TO LOOK UP THE FLOWER MEANINGS TO BE HURT AGJDHAJS--- but okok. anon, just seeing this hurted. bc hi, my hakuno really likes flowers!!! i actually hc her frequently helping her mother out with a garden and even keeping a few potted plants + annual flowers in her apartment once she moves out... but also, let me propose this idea to you: hakuno and that person taking care of a garden together. maybe it could be like their secret little hideout or something! or just a place where they like to go together... a place that has many fond memories for both of them 🥺 that person then continues to take care of it long after she's cryopreserved because that garden is such an important place for them...... and that's where your ask comes in!!! this ask is already so long so i'm not putting the meanings here, but GOSHH thank you for making me cry, anon?? i can imagine hakuno finding out the meanings too and just. bursting into tears afterwards sgkrgfjsjdka

i'm emo 😔👊

[titancrownedstag]

87, 161, 21, 107, 179

Send me a number, and I will write a headcanon based on that word. || Accepting!

087. Maternal.

He honestly cannot remember his mother. What he does remember of her is very mundane things, but mostly her death. She was very sick passed away due to illness which wasn't uncommon in the 1600's.

Belos does find it unfortunate that Hunter didn't have a mother figure growing up other than Lilith or Kiki and they weren't exactly the best examples of that.

161. Irked.

Belos does not get irked or upset easily, however he does tend to had things annoy him a great deal. The only time he really gets irked are when people openly oppose him and do not succumb to his (and the Titan's) will. When provoked he will do everything he can to get others to obey or kill them on sight.

021. Amazing.

Amazing is something he'd currently reserve to refer to the Titan's plan. Not a lot amazes him. But if you asked his former, younger, naïve self, Philip Wittebane, he would list several things. Amazing to him was akin to wonders and miracles, like the isles or magic or the witches who rescued him from drowning. Amazing was reserved for anything that fascinated and confounded him.

107. Moment.

There are many moments in one's life. Moments we cherish, moments we forget, and moments we wish to forget. He has a lot of small and large moments that he holds onto whether or not he wants to remember them. His brother's death, the day he got his curse, the day Hunter was born, every success and every failure. Life is defined as a series of moments, some impacting others and some having no effect at all.

179. Wish.

Belos wishes for many things. The obvious being that he wants the Day of Unity to go off without a hitch, but others are less obvious. He wished that his brother was still around. He wishes that the curse never took hold of his and gave him a rotting and decaying body. He wishes that sometimes he would simply cease to be.