#Is it selfish? To wish for humans or to keep them a secret from the rest of the Underground? What might happen?

[devildomwriter]

Chapter 12 Complete Summary

Spoilers for chapter 11-12

Part one MC is in the dark and hears Nightbringer.

Nightbringer asks if they can hear him and asks explains he goes by many names and it’s been a while since he was called Nightbringer. He asks MC is they want to go home and explains he can’t send them home because if they continue way they are sure to find happiness. MC asks why they want that and he explains if they are happy so is he and that they both want the same thing—for MC to forge pacts with the brothers.

He then leaves MC with a cryptic message

“The scales are tipping, moving far out of balance. Darkness will overflow it’s golden plate, covering all in shadow… Night will come to this world and I will be the one to bring it.”

MC returns to reality and hears and sees all the brothers and Solomon and Thirteen begging them to hang on. They ask Thirteen for help but she says she did not make the fountain of knowledge and has no control over it.

Part two MC is in a deep coma, Levi talks to them first and explains he wished he’d known they were human and would’ve asked many things. He even kisses them (optional) after explaining even though he’s scared of most places still, he’d be willing to go out anywhere with them and only them

Part three Satan is now with Mc reading a human story to them. He admits he is glad he wasn’t there when it was revealed MC was human because he fears he may have accidentally destroyed them in anger. He comments that he isn’t sure why he was so angry but believes it’s because there was something about MC he didn’t know and asks MC why he feels this way.

Part four Beelzebub is eating next to MC and explains MC is surrounded by food and gifts brought to them by his brothers and wonders if he was also supposed to bring something sweet. He tells Mc he has a secret he hasn’t told anyone, not even Belphie, and to wake up soon so he can tell them

Part five Mammon escapes into Mc’s room from the commotion of all his brothers fighting. He scolds them for sleeping and leaving him alone. He then tells them about how Lucifer was injured in the war and that he decided he should step up as the big brother but wasn’t able to compare to Lucifer and that with MC there he began to feel like he could accomplish things if he put his mind to it.

Part six Asmodeus is now keeping MC company, complaining that after destroying the house they all have to sleep in the common room.

He then paints their nails and talks about first coming to the Devildom. He explains that when he first got there he was afraid to open the windows because it was so dark and he couldn’t see anything; in contrast to the Celestial realm—always bathed in a warm light. He suspects his brothers felt the same way.

As all of them were healing and cooped up in the castle he started doing their nails as a way to show they were connected and that’s why he’s doing MC’s nails too.

Part seven Belphegor is now with MC and immediately apologizes for blaming humans for Lilith’s death. He asks for forgiveness and says he knows he’s selfish for asking that. He goes in to exaolin Lilith’s love for humans and that she thought it was arrogant of angels and demons to “guide” humans as if they weren’t strong or powerful themselves. Belphegor says he didn’t understand her way of thinking until meeting MC the “coolest, strongest, cutest, most beautiful” person he’s ever met. He asks them to wake up and swear he feels MC grip his hand but plays it up and falls asleep next to them.

Part eight Lucifer is now with MC and asks why they are in the Devildom, why they have his ring, why they want to protect him and why they chose to give up his grimoire.

He then admits what really happened with Lilith and feeling responsible for laughing off Beel’s concerns with Lilith becoming so attached to humans.

He reveals Lilith was going to receive the harshest punishment for an angel—have her wings taken, be cast into the darkness forever and could never be reborn. All this for loving a human and this made him question his father for the first time—someone who should never be questioned.

He also explains that Diavolo turned her into a human and if his father or Michael ever found out it’d be an all out war between the Devildom and celestial realm but Diavolo took that risk anyway.

He tells them everyday it gets harder to look at his brother while keeping the secret Lilith is alive and that it feels like a dagger to the heart.

After asking MC to wake up, the ring of light starts to glow

Part A Beelzebub is on his way to his room when he runs into Levi who’s just left MC’s room. He next runs into Asmodeus who’s happy he’s just received new nail polish.

Beelzebub enters his room to talk to Belphegor and tell him about MC. Belphegor laughs that MC has been buried in gifts in what is essentially a shrine.

Beelzebub tells a worried Belphegor that MC isn’t the type to stay mad and will forgive him and he should go visit. Belphegor agrees but asks for more time.

Hard Mode we see Luke, Simeon, and Satan ready to greet everyone back home when Lucifer charges in with the comatose MC and brings them to their room. Simeon casts a blessing to help stabilize them and everyone asks what is happening. Luke suggest they discuss over dinner since he, Simeon and Satan helped make it. Everyone is surprised satan made something and excited to try it and thank him. Satan asks to speak with MC alone first.

[cozymoko]

hello:)) could you maybe do a yandere kaname kuran with another pure blood girl? the girl could be a pretty inexperienced vampire, maybe she was kept as a human for safety kinda like yuki.. change around as you like!! thank you☺️☺️

if possible maybe even a little spicy 😏😏

YANDERE! KANAME W/ A PUREBLOOD READER — 🩸

Pairing: Yandere! Kaname Kuran x new pureblood! reader

Note: Yesss, ofc!

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive (bad)

THE COLLAPSE OF many pureblood families had unfortunately not been uncommon. Yours, my dear, happened to be the unfortunate choice. And with their destruction went your title. You had been forced to live as a human, without a memory to your name. All for the sake of your being, a new bloodline. It felt surreal, like a dream. A dream you had no choice but to come to terms with.

Luckily (or not) for you, a certain Kuran was determined to revive your former self. The real one he had come to adore. Hah, it's safe to say you have a very extensive past with each other.

Though he admits, your parents did quite an extraordinary job at hiding your whereabouts. Not even your average pure blood was guaranteed success in their searches for you. However, Kaname is no ordinary pure blood; oh heavens no! He is the Kaname Kuran, a rather selfish and greedy man when it comes to those he holds dear to him.

You happen to be one of the few. How lovely~!

Kaname reaches out and cups your cheeks in his palms. He savored the warmth of your skin, for it was the last time he would feel it. The gentle flushing of your cheeks had gnawed away at his last ounce of composure. Truthfully, it wasn't in his best interest to ravish you, though it was tempting. It would simply have to wait.

He almost felt guilty for snatching it all away from you. The subtle beauty of being a human, living your life as anything bus immortal, passing on with those you held close. Ahem — almost.

“[Name],” The man cooed. “Do you trust me?” You blinked, resisting the urge to squirm under his watchful gaze. He was a patient man, though not when it came to you.

Even having you beneath him for hours on end had not been enough to quench his thirst. Even now, he awaited your answer like a loyal dog, itching for your affections.

“Y...yes.”

Your hesitancy didn't go unnoticed, not that it mattered anyways. Your skin went soft against the chill of his lips, it was definitely something you had to get used to. Kaname slowly nipped at your skin, lavishing it in wet, hot kisses.

He held your hand tight in one hand, fingers interlocked into one; whilst the other tucked loose strands from your sight. Gently stripping you of the silks that concealed your skin, allowing your blood to bleed through its sheer fabric.

“Let me know if it hurts, [Name].”

HE WAS QUICK to wed you after your transformation.

However, he’ll keep it a secret if you happen to attend the academy. There's no doubt that you’ll be transferred to the night class to live alongside him and the others. Though he tries so hard to hide it, he’s a possessive man at heart. Kaname in no way views you as an object, and yet he wishes to own your entire being.

Under no circumstances will you take blood from another man - or anyone for that matter. If you do, he’s quick to wipe them from your sight. You should never have to rely on someone who isn't him. Just the thought drives him insane.

Isolated and subjected to hours of needles, torturous thoughts of the world around you. The world you had once embraced in your mortal body. It's a shame what love does to a person. It's laughable, truly. You just happened to be one of the lucky ones to get to finally understand what hell feels like...

Im intrigued; wont you tell me a little, dear~?

Soft tears spilled from your puffy eyes for what seemed to be endless. They were warm, something your skin no longer was. You had tried not to let your sorrows consume you, but today, they’d bested you. Hugging your knees to your chest, you peer out one of the many windows that stretched along the Kuran manor. Well, your manor. And yet it provided you little comfort. “What’s bothering you so much, dear?”

Instinctively, you reach out, allowing the man to scoop you into his lean arms. You were a fool, your mother would scold you. How could you ever allow a Kuran to woo you so; to take away the mortal life you were gifted? But you couldn’t help it, he was all you had. Kaname was the only one who kept you warm at night.

Kaname was the only reminder of your old life.

Kaname was the only one you could trust.

Kaname —

“I’m sorry…” Kaname murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “I truly am {Name}. Please, dry your tears.”

Sorry? Yes, that he was. Although not for the reasons you’re thinking dearest. He’s a Kuran after all; the man is bound to be selfish! Kaname is so, oh so very sorry. He hates seeing you cry…but, he hates the thought of losing you much more.

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Djdhxhkkxkxy Do my eyes deceive me? Are requests open? How would yandere Shizuo, Izaya, and Jason Todd treat a scared unwilling virgin darling?

Have a nice day Sloot!!!!

Enjoy below the cut!

Shizuo wouldn't force anything sexual on them until they're ready; if he initiates anything he'll stop if they move away or even if they freeze up, just because he's very aware of how much stronger he is than them. If he does get turned on, he's more likely to just turn over in bed and rub one out.

He would also try his best out of these 3 to give them space, with his only yandere tendencies being him pining over Darling from afar and beating the shit out of anyone that gives them trouble. He doesn't want to be a monster and kidnap them or anything, so he just watches over them in his spare time. If he gets caught, he apologizes and says he just wanted to make sure they were okay on their walk home. Ikebukuro's a dangerous place and a person like them is an easy mark.

If they're targeted by Izaya or other dangerous people in Ikebukuro (and let's be honest, once people realize Shizuo is with them all the time, they become a target), THEN he'll take matters into his hands and take Darling somewhere safe like his apartment until the people after Darling are dealt with. And he never really feels like they're truly safe, so he doesn't want them to move back to their own apartment. He'll find a way to pay for their rent, so they don't have to worry about it. What matters is that he's keeping them safe.

He wishes they'd reciprocate, but he won't force them to love him. He has a bit of self-loathing because he knows he's got something wrong with him to think this way (obsessing like this over Darling, his anger issues, etc). If they ever do show a bit of affection towards him or even just stop being as afraid of him, he's so happy.

Izaya's easily the most selfish and the least regretful about what he's doing. Humans are interesting, even ones like Darling who live mundane lives and are so timid. If we're stretching the whole "wanting to reach Valhalla and being a gigantic parallel to Loki" concept, then Darling is...hm, a little too meek to be Angrboda. Izaya thinks Sigyn would fit her best. But instead of holding a bowl to keep snake venom from dripping onto his face while bound to a rock, Darling can cure his boredom for a little while.

Sigyn's not really well known outside of that legend of her dutifully tending to Loki while he's being imprisoned on that rock, and like her, Izaya wants to know about the secrets and hidden aspects of Darling. Mikado was and still is a timid boy, but he's capable of holding a lot of power and being more cunning than he initially looks. What about Darling? How will she fit on his game boards? What schemes can he rope her into?

Of these 3, Izaya has the lowest sex drive imo. The idea of seducing Darling as a game or fun method to alleviate his boredom and have a special piece of their mind/body does sound interesting...but it's got to be through manipulation. Just holding them down and using force is too quick, there's no point or interest in it--but manipulating his skittish little Darling, turning them into his Sigyn and keeping them as his special human? That's more fun.

He teases them all the time and does just enough to make them feel conflicted, a little nervous or afraid but also a little curious. Lots of touching them playfully, stealing a kiss, being a little too close when talking to them, leaving presents for them. And of course, he's tracking their online presence, putting hidden cameras and bugs in their apartment, etc. He watches them on one monitor while he works and treats it like a screensaver or an idle hobby.

Jason would snatch them up way quicker than Shizuo. Gotham is a dangerous place. Hell, it's THE dangerous place, and someone like Darling needs to be protected from being hurt/kidnapped/taken advantage of. Unlike Shizuo though, he would struggle a lot more with respecting their boundaries. He would try but he's also so obsessed and clingy and touch-starved that he wants, NEEDS to be close with them. Typically this is just forced cuddling, but sometimes he'll touch them or rut against them during it and insist that's as far as he'll go. It's still not fair to Darling though

He hates himself like Shizuo does for violating Darling's boundaries like that and still doing it despite knowing it's wrong. He's so warped and broken that he can't even love someone without ruining it and making them miserable and afraid. He apologizes to Darling whenever he scares them or whenever he raises his voice without meaning to. All it takes is them flinching and he immediately lowers his voice and tries to comfort them.

He won't take their virginity unless they say they want that and/or act on it themselves, just because he wants it to be special for them. He WILL give them oral whenever he's clingy or just needs to let out how much he needs them and wants to make them feel good.

[gojoidyll]

You weren't the selfish type, but you were still human. You still had a wish, a dream you just couldn't let go of.

"I wish I could hug him."

And that was to comfort your one and only favorite fictional character, Vash the Stampede.

It hurt you slightly, knowing that you'll never get to see him in real life. Or talk with him either. All you could do was cheer him on as you would read the manga and watch the anime. Hell, you even watched the reboot of it (which you honestly liked cause it made Vash even cuter than he already is!)

You still went on about your life, however, whilst holding on to that silly wish of yours. Even as you grew up and aged. Got old and grew grey hairs. Vash was still your favorite, and you managed to keep that secret to yourself. I mean, you didn't exactly want to tell people about your fictional crush, after all. (You were already the weird one in the family. You didn't need to make things worse.)

And finally, your life passed you by and you found yourself embracing death at an old age after going through what reality had to offer. (It sucked by the way. You had to worry about money and prices going up more than anything else.)

I wish I could ... hug him.

Everyone you met in your life had attainable dreams. Reachable goals.

Not you, though. (Well, unless you wanted to settle with hugging a cosplayer...)

And when you opened your eyes, you half expected to be met with your disapproving parents since you didn't exactly provide them with grandchildren (you couldn't help it, not when your interest lied with a fictional man). Instead, your eyes were met with a desert plain. Confused, you looked down at your hands. They were... youthful looking and, well, animated too. Wait, animated?!

Searching your person, you found a mirror in your back pocket and quickly flipped it open. You were at least in your late teens or early twenties. And ... yep, you were an anime character.

"Hey! Mayfly! You just going to stand there or are you coming? We don't want to leave you behind!"

You felt someone tap your shoulder. Your head turned to look and you couldn't help but to freeze up.

"You-"

Vash tilted his head to the side, "me?"

You didn't hesitate for a second longer as you sprung towards him, arms wrapping around his waist with your face pressing hard into his chest.

Taken off guard, Vash was quick to recover. A laugh bubbling up from his chest and escaping his lips as he hugged you back, just as tightly. Just as fiercely.

Maybe your dream wasn't so farfetched after all.

[mrzombielover]

thinking abt being fwb w könig…

you’re in the same unit, but people get moved around a lot. it’s not always a guarantee to be put on the same missions every time. the military has rough conditions and many people can’t find it in them to commit to a full relationship. surrounded by death and war, getting in a relationship seems frivolous. you’ve got too many other things to worry about, and either one of you could die any day, so it’s just easier to keep people at arms length. however, you’re still human, and after all, you have desires and needs.

könig is a constant and comforting presence. one night, when you’ve both been drinking a little, it just kind of happens. you both awkwardly agree not to let it ruin your friendship.

but it happens, again and again, and könig goes from your closest friend to guy you’re sleeping with. but honestly, the arrangement is kind of perfect. no real feelings involved, but you’ve always got someone to spend lonely nights with. you can trust him with your secrets as a friend, without all the hassle of relationships and labels.

but, you don’t know how könig feels about it. he restrains himself from kissing the top of your head while you’re drifting off in his arms. for a minute, he forgets that you don’t see him the same way he sees you. he forgets how this is just convenient for you, wishing it could be more than just sex so badly. he’ll fuck you nice and deep to push the thoughts of it out of his head, focusing only on how you moan his name

he’ll pound you until you’re crying from overstimulation and babbling nonsense, fucking the thoughts out of you until you’re left clinging to him feebly. gets you cockdrunk enough to forget about the stressors of your job. he knows you just let him fuck you to shove away the horrors you’ve seen, to run away from your woes, but when you’re moaning how good he makes you feel and uncontrollably shaking, he thinks it could be enough. it would be enough for him just to get to hold you for a while, basking in the domesticity of clean up and aftercare. he knows you don’t feel the same way, and it’s selfish of him to expect anything more, but that won’t stop him from pretending.

[undiscovered-horizon]

"Gilded Cage" - Dark!Morpheus x Reader [TW: dark themes (referenced depression and suicide), obsessive behaviour, explicit language, glorifying captivity?, cringy lines]

[Next part: 'Silvered Perch']

SUMMARY: Your unhappiness seeps into your dreams. The pain in them piques Morpheus's interest. From the very first moment he sees you, he knows what he has to do, regardless of the price. A queen, after all, ought not to have a single hair fall from her head.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2.3k

This story began when I fell asleep There was a mysterious ache inside me  All my faults and thoughts buried deep And in this world, I was nothing and everything A lost soul with too many secrets to keep Looking at the bright streets beneath I was wandering the edge of universe yet I couldn’t leap The cold breeze wrapped around me The Moon and the stars silent as I weep I became the brass and the gold, an abyss and a god L’appel du vide

Your dreams were like an itch he couldn't scratch, a speck of dust he couldn't get out of his eye; always in the back of his head, a shadow dancing at the edge of his vision. Had they been in any way pleasant, he wouldn't mind them as much - God knew how much he needed something pleasant in his otherwise bleak life. But they weren't anywhere close to "nice". The darkness residing in your dreams bothered him to no end, never quite letting him go like a blister that is scratched open with each painful step. Strangely enough, such a course of events was completely foreign to Morpheus - people's dreams and nightmares never stuck to him for longer than the fraction of a second between an exhale and an inhale.

At first, he feared he became privy to the first tremor of a shattering earthquake, that your misery was an omen of something much darker and sinister. Fearing for the well-being of his realm, Morpheus followed your dreams to venture into the Waking World and find you. Honestly, he was expecting to uncover a true calamity but he never did see it - at least not in the form he had thought.

What he saw was, in fact, a lot worse. All calamities have a source, the eye of the storm, but this one clearly didn't. It would all be very bitterly funny if it wasn't so heartbreaking - how everything you touched ended in pain and loneliness, rarely because of you at that. Your frustrations quickly became his own. Watching you go through every day like you were screaming at the world to let you be happy, to let you have something good for a second, but the entirety of creation was separated from you by a glass wall: you could only watch and weep. Were you cursed or hexed? No, he would have noticed something of that sort. Then what was it? What unnamed sorcery made you the scapegoat of humanity?

He once spent an entire night standing under your window like Romeo admiring Juliet. For hours on end, you were sitting with your face against the cold glass, eyes forever watching the moon travel across the black sky. Your tears slowly rolled down your cheeks as your vacant stare begged the universe for an explanation of its injustice. It pained Morpheus how beautiful and tragic you looked. Perhaps you truly weren't of this world? Would you not find your place in a baroque painting? Part of him wished he could paint that heartbreaking view. Not for his selfish pleasure, no, but for the whole world to be reminded of its barbarity until Judgment Day.

And Morpheus simply stood there until sun rays chased the world's dreams and nightmares away. He wasn't quite sure why he remained a watcher for the entire night. Maybe you appeared so distraught and fragile he feared that the moment he looks away the sunless abyss of secrets unspoken will devour you; that if he left his post there would be nothing tying you to this realm.

A lot has changed because of that night but mostly Morpheus himself had undergone some kind of transformation - he became quieter if that was ever possible and more irritable. He would pace around the throne room, clearly thinking intensely about something but never revealing what it was. And with time, he began to neglect his royal duties, disappearing for hours if not days on end, only to come back and refuse to give any explanation.

Little did you know that he was always there like a guardian angel that never abandoned its duty despite being exiled from heaven; hiding around corners as though he was a mere delusion that lingered on the edges of your vision. Wherever you went, he followed, often leaving pain and terror behind. Things started becoming weirder around you in the sense that people would fall to strange ailments or spiral into madness. Some never woke up, while others went for days without sleep. A snarky acquaintance did everything they could to not fall asleep in fear of the nightmares that awaited them. A cynical relative lost their mind and claimed that horrendous creatures from their night terrors trespassed into reality. Perhaps it was crude to say so but you felt a sense of relief at those tragedies: people too busy with their microapocalypses were too busy to add nails to your coffin, too preoccupied with themselves to put you on the receiving end of their wickedness.

But to Morpheus's terror, his tricks and punishments were not enough to aid your woe. They were merely temporary solutions like putting a bandaid over a stab wound. His anger only grew as the universe laughed in his face and continued its merciless quest for maintaining your unhappiness. Morpheus was forced to watch you being stuck in a cruel cycle of perpetual misfortunes and how you'd cry yourself to sleep only to somehow get out of bed in the morning and carried on, day by day. You were akin to Atlas but Atlas only carried the globe, not the peskiness of the cosmos like you did.

The streetlights lit brightly underneath you. Cars and motorbikes sped through the labyrinth of streets as if chasing time itself. Someone was walking their dog, a man was going home after his shift, a couple chatted happily while walking to a restaurant. They were each in their own microcosms, moving to the rhythm of life. All, except you. How could everyone simply live on, find balance and happiness in their unchanged daily bread? Was there something you missed? A secret you were never told? Or, perhaps, the answer was a lot simpler: you didn't deserve contentment. The fact that you came into this world was nothing more but a slip-up, a stumbling step taken while the person blinks.

You looked at the people filling the streets beneath you. From the distance, they were all so small, unimportant, cold. They never looked up to the tops of buildings, never acknowledged the acrobatics of someone struggling to cling to life. Even if they did, they probably wouldn't care - your hypothetical death was, after all, none of their business. Standing on the rooftop, you were no longer part of the same plane as them. Perhaps, you never truly were. Is that what birds saw as they flew over your head?

The rooftop was so high and the street so low... Would it hurt to fall? And the falling, would it take long? Lying on the cold cobblestone, your hot blood warming the otherwise cold world, how would this starry sky look? Would this rooftop look as faraway then as the street looked now? Would the pavement feel rigid and uncomfortable under your broken bones?

But, maybe, you had the strength to try one last time before taking that path. You looked up at the starry firmament and let out a sigh before speaking quietly. "Hey," you called out to the night sky, "if there's anyone out there, and I highly doubt that, can you help me a little? Life's a bitch, you know? I just... I just need a win. Something good, no matter how small, so I don't feel like my entire existence is pointless if not a burden. But if there really is someone out there, you're probably busy anyway. I mean, there's more important work to do than answer my whining, right? Wars to end, cancers to heal... But if you have a spare second, maybe you could give me something good. Or kill me, I don't care anymore."

"I have listened to your prayer and I heard your suffering."

Surprised and confused, you turned around to look at the stranger. He was tall and lanky, with dishevelled hair and a cold look in his eyes. In some strange and fascinating way, he did not look real but rather like a scribble that came to life; like a raven if it was reborn as a human.

"Who are you?"

"I am Morpheus, Lord of the Dreams," he slowly spoke in a low tone. "I came to answer your call."

As strange as it was to admit it, that was the truth: for the first time in your life, somebody answered your prayer. "I'm sorry, I didn't actually think this would work. I'm not much of a believer."

"And yet I came. Why did you call?"

No words left you at first. A shattering, painful tremble clawed through your body as that gaping hole in your chest was reponed. This sadness... it felt like being stabbed; like your body was so numb in its agony that you couldn't breathe. The full moon's silver light glistened in your tears as if it wasn't you weeping but the stars.

"I am violently unhappy," you confessed.

You didn't see it but Morpheus clenched his fist for a moment, which was more than strange - after all, he knew about your misery beforehand. Perhaps it was your admittance, irrefutable proof of your awareness of the injustice bestowed upon you, that gnawed at him. "Why is that?" he asked as calmly as he could.

"God, where do I even begin... It feels like everyone around me has something I don't like a love song only I can't hear. There's something wrong with me, I wasn't meant to be born into this world. I don't belong here. Nothing I do has any value, I can't keep up with the rest. You try and you try and it's never enough. No matter what you do or how. No one cares about your pain until it somehow involves them. I'm just so... tired."

"They will never stop disappointing you," he said as he walked towards you. Whether it was his own belief or merely something you wanted to hear, didn't matter. For Morpheus, it was one and the same.

"Every day I wake up to a web of human lives I've been woven into against my will, fulfil meaningless duties no one likes and yet everyone follows. Then I come back home to rest only for this pointless cycle to begin again in the morning. And I can't help but wonder if there is no third act where I'm someone special? Where I matter? Is this bland suffering all there is?"

"No," he spoke barely above a breath. "There is much, much more to this world. I could free you from this life."

"Free me?" you asked with a dry scoff. "I am as free as one can be: I love nothing and I'm loved by no one."

Morpheus, however, was a steadfast person and that annoying affliction only grew in strength the longer he was in your vicinity as if your presence was gradually gnawing at his sanity. It was an exchange he'd welcome more than warmly: his reason for your companionship. "You could be the pinnacle of my desire, the anger that forces my hand. All that breaks your heart will have to beg for my forgiveness. There shall be no day when all of my existence does not belong to you. I will bleed out just to quench your thirst." He took another step towards you, his face leaning in so close your noses were almost brushing. "If you do not wish for this freedom, let me imprison you." Then, in a wavering voice, he added: "Please."

His offer made your heart nearly jump out of your chest but you knew better than to immediately agree - he didn't deserve such a burden. Feeling shame and disgust with yourself, you looked away from him. "You will change your mind the moment you get to know me. I'm nothing interesting or worth loving."

Morpheus lifted his hand to your face. His index finger anxiously brushed against your cheeks as if you really were a baroque painting that he defiled with his undeserving touch. Morpheus spoke ever so quietly: "Had I whispered your name to Moses, the whole world would watch God's chosen discard the first commandment."

"Sounds blasphemous," you answered equally quietly. When your breath brushed against his cold skin, a shiver run down his spine. Perhaps if he could fill his lungs with your breath he would never feel sorrow ever again.

"Not to the goddess I worship." His blue eyes, the colour of a raging sea, stared into yours. There was so much he wished to say, unspoken confessions that would embarrass poets but he had a lot of time - all of eternity, in fact.

"Where will you take me?"

Dream's hand gently fell from your face to your own palm. Temptingly, his finger wrapped around yours. "To Dreaming - your new kingdom, my queen."

And from that day on, you never looked back. Never once did the faraway streetlamps visit your thoughts. There was only him: the eldritch king that fell to his knees begging for your affection that you so happily granted. Your desires became his, your pleasure his joy and your discomfort his anger. If he could tear himself apart, he would hand-feed you the pieces that were once him.

It was strange - how comfortable imprisonment could be, to be forever tied to someone. After all, aren't trees prisoners of their roots? And yet should they struggle free, they would fall straight away and die of thirst.

Were you not a bird of paradise? Sitting on a perch in a gilded cage only because someone liked your feathers or your song. All the comforts you were given, wishes that he granted, just so you stay the canary that sings his loneliness away. And like a bird, you were released from your cage only to be imprisoned by the confines of Dream's home. The bird, however, rejoices! For it never knew such freedom.

[archiveikemen]

Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 24 (Blind Love)

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Liam caught the arm that was slowly losing the strength to raise his fist.

Liam: … There’s a secret I’ve been keeping from you for a very long time.

As they faced each other, Liam’s eyes that had never once shaken, trembled and he looked lost.

It was like he was trying to open a pandora’s box that had been sealed for a long time.

(... Liam?)

Liam: I…

Liam: I’m not your biological son.

(...!)

Max: W-What nonsense. There is no way—!

Liam: Mother was pregnant with me before she married you. My face looks exactly like my biological father’s.

Liam told the story of his birth.

His mother, Karen, was once deeply in love with a man.

However, he left her without as much as a second thought.

— It was only after she had been abandoned, she found out that she was pregnant with his child.

She then married Max while keeping her pregnancy a secret, and gave birth to Liam as his son.

Max: … Then why did Karen treat you as if you were non-existent?

Liam: Because my face reminded her of the man she once loved.

(So that means Liam and Max are unrelated?)

Removing the part about them being “blood related”, what was left was only their tragic past.

(In that case…)

Max: Then why did you willingly accept the abuse from someone unrelated to you by blood…!

(Abuse…)

A parent that had been disguising his deeds as “education” was so furious that he admitted that he was abusive.

Seeing his weak and selfish behaviour caused a dark feeling of rage to build up inside me at the pit of my stomach.

And yet, it was not my place to yell at or hit him.

(Because Liam isn’t angry at him.)

Liam was neither angry nor sad — he let out a laugh.

Liam: It was because… as a child, I loved you.

Liam: And I wanted someone… no, I wanted you to love me.

Liam allowed himself to be abused, simply because he wanted Max to love him. He smiled.

Hidden behind that smile was a painful past that could never be erased.

Max: I…

Max: Where… where on earth did I go wrong…?

Max: What mistakes did I make… what did I lack? What, what…?!

Max approached Liam in a state of panic, resembling a child throwing a tantrum.

And as if something snapped in him, he suddenly fell silent.

(...?)

His face was completely void of any emotions, willpower, and humanity.

Max: … Kill me.

Max: … I want you to kill me.

(... What?)

(...)

(What did he just say?)

Max: … I… I no longer have any reason to resent you. I no longer have a reason to stay alive.

I couldn't believe what I had heard.

(Is he asking Liam to kill him?)

(After all the pain and suffering he has caused him, now…)

My anger grew unbearable, my body was trembling with rage.

Kate: … You… are you trying to add on to Liam’s burdens…?

Liam: … Kate.

Kate: It’s true that Liam broke the form of your family. It’s also true that he killed people.

Kate: But what sins did Liam, as a newborn child, commit…?

(You’re not the only one.)

– Flashback Start –

Marie: … Why did he have to die and you’re still alive?

Marie: If it wasn’t for you back then, everything… everything would’ve been…!

…

(That person too.)

Liam: … That means, it’s my fault this happened to Kate?

Young Man with Piercings: Yes, that’s right. All of this, everything, is your fault. If it weren't for you…!

…

(Many, many, many other people too.)

— You are a sinner. Admit to your sins and wish for your own demise.

– Flashback End –

Liam: … Thank you for getting upset on my behalf, Kate. But it’s fine.

Kate: No, it’s not! I don’t want the guilt and burden you're carrying to get any bigger.

My eyes met with his rose coloured eyes.

The moment our eyes met, that was when it hit me.

(... Oh, I see it now.)

(Liam knew from the very beginning that something like this would happen.)

Max being deceived by a ruffian, his non-biological son telling him the truth, and choosing death in the end.

And the one to punish him for his sins was — himself.

Liam: But still, someone has to do this. That someone will be me.

— I wanted to stop Liam from killing his family member.

My heart was screaming at me to go stop him, but I knew that I didn't have the right to.

(This is a decision Liam made for himself.)

Liam took one of the daggers hanging from his belt and unsheathed it.

Even with the dagger pointing at his chest, Max didn’t flinch. He merely kept on starting emotionlessly at Liam.

(I can’t bring myself to watch. But…)

(I can’t look away.)

Liam: Father.

Max: …

Liam called out to him affectionately, like they had returned to their past.

Liam: Although we’re not biologically father and son, we’re still very alike.

Liam: We both chased after love that we never obtained…

Liam: It’s truly… miserable, stupid, and pitiful, don't you think?

Max: …

Liam forced a smile and took a deep breath.

Liam: — Goodbye, Father. Rest in peace.

He thrust the dagger right into Max’s heart.

Max instantly stopped breathing.

Liam was soaked by the dark red blood gushing out of the stab wound.

(...)

(Why?)

(Why is this world so cruel to Liam?)

For the rest of his life, he would be haunted by the painful memories of his past and this very moment.

(... There’s nothing I can do for him.)

There was no way I could get rid of his sorrows once and for all.

I couldn't erase his past that made him wish he were dead.

(But still…)

— I wanted to share his pain.

— I wanted to share the burden of his sins.

As I was on the verge of tears, a pitch darkness rose inside of me from my feet up.

That darkness spoke to me.

— You still have the chance to return to your original life, it’d be as if none of this ever happened.

— If you stay by this man’s side any longer, your hands will be stained as well.

(Stain my hands…?)

Liam sat on the floor in silence, stunned by the sight of his bloodied hands.

He was hurting alone, bearing the weight of his sin.

(... I know now. I know what I can do for him.)

My legs trembled as I walked towards Liam.

The darkness fully consumed me.

(I’m scared. I feel as if I’m losing myself.)

(But I can’t leave him alone.)

I approached Max, who laid bleeding out on the floor. I wrapped my hands around the dagger in his chest.

(...)

With trembling hands, I thrust the dagger deeper into his heart.

Liam: … Kate…?

Liam: … What are you doing?!

Ignoring his attempts to stop me, I thrust the dagger even deeper.

My hands were dyed the same colour as Liam’s.

Liam: Ah… ah…

Liam kept wiping my hands with his shirt, trying to clean the blood off them.

Liam: Kate… you did nothing wrong. I’m the evil one. I’m the one who did something wrong.

Liam: … You're not evil.

Liam: I don’t want you to dirty your hands. Therefore, therefore…

I wrapped my bloodied hands around his.

Liam: … Kate?

Kate: I have a part to play in this. Please allow me to share the burden of this sin.

Liam: … Wh… why?

Liam: Why?!

Kate: Because I don’t want to leave you alone. Can you forgive me for being selfish?

Liam: …

Liam: — Just how far are you willing to go for me?

We stayed still, holding each other's bloodied hands.

Silence, like a calm sea, hung between us.

Liam sighed, as if he had accepted my actions.

Liam: … Listen.

Liam: When I hurt others and myself, it’s because we’re human.

Liam: People fail, hurt others, get hurt, and then the cycle repeats. And yet, they still foolishly cling onto those who've caused them sufferings.

Liam: I wanted to die, but not alone. I wanted to be with someone, anyone… I wanted to be loved, even just a little.

Liam: But I eventually grew sick and tired of that way of life. It felt as if my life was slowly draining away.

Liam: Therefore, on the night I wanted to jump to my death, I thought to myself…

Liam: “Ahh, I can finally put an end to this”.

Liam: No more drowning in despair, no more begging to be loved. Everything, everything would end right there.

Liam: So I closed my eyes and spread my arms wide open, letting myself fall into the darkness of the night.

Liam blinked, and a single teardrop rolled down his cheek like the first snow on a silent night.

Liam: And the next moment, when I opened my eyes— there you were.

Kate: …

Liam: Why… why were you still right there before my eyes?

Liam: Why…

Liam: Why did you… save me…?

His crystal clear tears fell into the blood of bright red blood.

Instead of drying his tears, I pulled him into a tight embrace.

Liam: …— rry… — orry.

Liam: I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I'm sorry for being a failure, I’m sorry for not dying…

Liam: I… I want to live…

Liam: I’m sorry… for wanting to live in the end… I’m sorry…

Liam: Ue… ue… uwaaaaahhhh!

Liam continued sobbing uncontrollably, like those were the tears he had been holding in his whole life.

And so I held him tight, never letting go.

As if I were holding in my arms a star that was about to fade away.

As if I were anchoring this kind person to this cruel world.

…

The next day, “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” took England by storm.

Word was getting around about how magnificent the play was, Liam’s outstanding performance, and the existence of “Golden Butterfly”.

William smiled as he looked at the newspaper and magazine articles.

The world will never be free from evil. That’s why Crown exists.

And on the day after “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” had it’s successful show, it had been exactly one month after I promised to be a fairytale writer.

…

The keys on the typewriter clicked and clacked with every movement of my fingers.

I wrote about all the memories I had made in the past month.

Those memories began from the day he first gave me a bouquet of modern roses.

– Flashback Start –

Liam: What do you think about observing only me for the next one month and writing about me in your report?

Kate: Write about you…?

Liam: That’s right. Not about Crown, but about me as a person. It’s because the finest stories are the ones with the best main character.

Liam: I’m confident that I can satisfy and charm you. I’ll shine even brighter just for you.

– Flashback End –

We had so many fun times together that were filled with joy — but the story didn't end there.

The person in front of me was charming, yet somewhat melancholic.

Right when I was about to type the final period, my hands stopped.

(I’ve always wanted my story to help others feel less afraid of what tomorrow would bring them.)

That sentiment grew stronger after meeting Liam, it never changed.

But before I could protect “anyone's” tomorrow, I failed to protect the tomorrow of the one person who was dearest to me.

(Therefore, I—)

Holding the incomplete report in my hand, I stood up from my desk and headed for Victor’s office where I could find what completed it.

…

Kate: — Well then, if you'll excuse me.

I closed the door behind me and stretched my arms, my shoulder joints making a popping noise.

(My shoulders are so tense. Perhaps I’m nervous, because that’s always the case whenever I have to make a decision…)

(I should go see Liam and talk to him about what he wants to do after this, and—)

Liam: Kate…!

Kate: Liam?

I couldn't hold in my laughter when I saw the very person I was thinking about.

Kate: Fufu, you surprised me there. I was just thinking about you—

Liam: *pant*, *pant*...

I was about to talk to him more, but I noticed something was unusual about him.

(This is the first time I’m seeing Liam this anxious. Did something happen…?)

Kate: W-What’s the matter? Is someone hurt? Or…

Liam: Kate… I don't… I don’t like…

(Huh—?)

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Oki now I'm curious about your Alfred (on totally normal and not simp wise levels) like does he always need to do deals and how does his lamp work and does he usually carry it with him?? Etc etc I need to know everything abt him pls 👀👀💚💚

All righty!! Imma be rambling a lot so first off I totally love him as well like he’s so messed up in a positive way OK well yeah I was mainly inspired by this Thomas fan film called MYSAERY-The Engine Prideful by Tines Sensahthe(where Alfred gets them glowing eyes) on the downfall and prices of greed, pride jealousy and envy of him being able to grant wish, anything you can imagine and desire. and then he wishes he wants, with it getting lost in translation or too straightforward it’ll happened instantly but at the price of him having your soul in five years or if you die earlier or within those five years/before they end he’ll come and drag you to hell.

The wishing tunnel is that he was literally the spirit of it and I like that idea so much so it’s basically the same concept except he’s one of “Proteus” ‘successors’ cause Proteus (he’s kinda like Gabriel) is an entity who came around the time Lady appeared and he’s kind of messed up entity who’s thinks humanity should be erased and recreate the universe again where he and Lady avoid each other, but he screws both Alfred and Kyle up really badly though they handled it differently albeit terribly more so on Alfred’s side.

Proteus comes in around the time Alfred gets booted out of Sodor for his behavior and nearly killing Cecil among other things(he’d doesn’t try and kill Gordon and Henry here cause he’s friends with Gordon cause family issues and lner solidarity go brrr until everything falls apart) and offers him magic and abilities to get payback for a price of course but then lady steps in and she’s like nope and as punishment, she puts Alfred in the tunnel so he doesn’t cause any harm but Proteus’s magic is still inside him so he acts like a jinn which is a big inspiration for his version cause he’s the opposite of Kyle so he’s a foil to him in their views on life and letting folks live or die and unlike Kyle who’s invisible to the naked eye and only seen by other spirits and that Kyle can’t really grant wishes while Alfred can be seen but he can only do deals and grant wishes to actually get out of the tunnel for a certain amount of time till he is forced to return cause he’s bound to it and later the teakettle he’s in.

Alfred’s for his part agrees with a majority of proteus’s views that they are selfish and this isn’t helped by people/humanoids whi when they find him got many greedy self-fulling demands that he will grant despite the consequences of their actions (he gets a thrill to see them fail and burn to the ground) plus a majority of the time they perished before the 5 years end and he gladly swoops in for his end of the bargain cause they’ll never escape if they even try and back out. On terms on how he gets along with the others he’s got rather mixed loyalties with Proteus cause he senses that he’s hiding some secrets well so is he he’s good at reading folks like that, he gets along well with Godred over bonding being trapped in one place for so long even when they fight and argue, torn between nervous and frustrated around Timothy he gets unnerved by him and got the worse relationship with Lucy,Kyle and Lady as they’re constantly telling him off over his treatment of the souls he keeps locked and trapped in jewelry(like the beads broach and earrings he wears)where Lady offend visits him and judges the souls he has so that they could peacefully pass on if they wish much to his annoyance though he’s too intimidated to do much he’s tried before it didn’t end well for him so sly remarks then.

Lucy is the Grimm Reaper, shed’s like Death from Puss and Boots Alfred’s messing with fate he’s taking advantage of others cause it makes him feel powerful and he’s doesn’t care about how harmful his actions are,she’s constantly trying to cut him off a few legs and both make arguments over how the other is literally burnt up and rotting (the glowing green and shadow hands Alfred has is from Lady, a punishment and warning while the scars are from fights he’s gotten overtime). Kyle, wowie they don’t get along Kyle will jump him whenever he has the chance cause Alfred and Godred kidnapped Stanley(narrow gauge/msr his boyfriend) and Alfred has tried to convince Kyle that’s all humans are terrible, cause they both fought in wars and that’s how Kyle perished right by the hands of humans (and how humanoids were more likely to be sacrificed and mistreated in humanoid au) and Kyle focuses on the positive aspects of life and he’s treated with much more respect and loved but Alfred constantly reminds how he’s bound to the lucky lamp and unable to be heard or seen by anyone they throws jabs at each other and poke holes in their views and he and godred constantly calls him proteus much to his annoyance and anger.

For for the lamp or teakettle part, he does need to carry it around but he mainly has others do it for him cause he’s kindave petty and mainly cause of the deal he and Thomas did cause Thomas was in a near-death experience but he can’t teleport around like Kyle does with the Lucky Lamp much to his chagrin but hey babysteps with unlearning unhealthy mannerisms.

[beevean]

This isn’t really an ask more so a I have thoughts about Castlevania that I’m too scared to share outside the comfort of anonymity, but perhaps a problematic shipper such as yourself would find intriguing…

We all agree that Mathias/Dracula is fucking obsessive, especially when it comes to those he loves [Man has a very… Complicated relationship with love to be honest]

Do you think that overwhelming obsession has ever led to stalking? Because I could absolutely see it, I don’t even think he would hesitate for a second to stalk those he loved… He’s just making sure they’re safe after all, at least that’s what he’ll tell himself 👀

Interesting question!

My interpretation of Dracula is that he was a somewhat decent man before Lisa's death. Sure, he had had his beef with God and all, he was already a deeply selfish manipulative person... But he wasn't the monster we know in the series. He didn't go slaughtering humans for fun, he gave a home to those who rejected God, and he was a loving husband and father, perhaps even respectful.

So no, he didn't stalk Lisa. Because if he did, he would have most likely been able to save her.

It's then that he changed, and became obsessive.

When I write my more problematic pieces :P my idea is that at his core, he's a grieving, lonely man who failed two wives. One time, he went on an expedition, and upon his return he found Elisabetha dead. The other one, he let Lisa do her thing (go around healing people IIRC), and humans executed her. Bro would be suffering from separation anxiety for centuries 💀

So basically... If, hypothetically, he fell in love a third time... Yes, he'd be extremely possessive. He'd keep his beloved on a metaphorical leash, and refuse to "entrust" them to others: he will protect them, only he can. No one else is worthy of them. And yes, that could lead to stalking. twilight style

However, Dracula is also not the kind who easily gets off his throne to pursue others... Which is why I headcanon that, in the realm of his castle, he knows everything :) he can see, hear and smell far more than a human could imagine, he has hordes of creatures under his command (including Death, who is probably not bound by anything), and even the castle might be sentient enough to communicate with him... No dark corner in Dracula's Castle is a secret for its Lord.

Needless to say, that poor person would have to flee in secret if they wish to save themselves from Dracula's clutches, and hope to run far enough away... ;)

[maplecornia]

chapter six

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pairing(s) :: taehyung x female!reader | mingi x female!oc | hyunjin x female!oc | jimin x female!oc | jungkook x female!oc

genre :: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | idol au

summary :: "is it worth it to be selfish?"

warnings (constantly updated) :: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2025 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language | mentions of rape | childhood trauma | multiple forms of abuse | mentions of blood and injuries | toxic relationships | mentions of alcohol and drugs | r*pe | assault | graphic depictions of all the above

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The world is cruel. 

You've always known this. You've experienced it firsthand, saw the innocence of your childhood naivety fade away as you became a victim to just how cruel the world could be. It is a well-known fact we are warned of from birth, a fact which we accept and are rendered helpless to change, no matter how much we wish it. We live our lives dancing around it, hoping that we are so lucky to never experience it, praying that we can preserve our rose-colored lenses and keep them from shattering beneath the weight; no matter how foolish it may be to wish for it. 

However, it is a different kind of cruelty you experience now as you scroll through the tags on your phone across multiple social media platforms. 

Hatred is to be expected from any celebrity, and any person who finds themselves heavily scrutinized beneath the public eye. Though it is a sad fact that only speaks to the worst parts of our humanity, it is a fact nonetheless, and you were aware of it long before you signed that contract. Especially after the stunt you pulled a few months ago, you had grown to expect it, knowing it was bound to come in waves.

Countless people cursing your name, making assumptions about your character and who you are when they wouldn't know the first thing, faceless names flashing across the screen screaming profanities and insults that go further than the ones you had tried to prepare yourself to hear. Words that cut deep and true every time you come across them, finding their mark and lodging themselves deep into your heart, in a way you had never expected them to. 

They are no different than words you had heard before, no different than the voices that speak their poison into your mind when you find yourself at your weakest, but it is somewhat worse to see them materialize in front of your eyes. 

Perhaps that is the difference. 

That the worst parts of yourself are what they see. That it's not just in your head. That they are right, even when they are wrong. They speak on your insecurities, your faults, your secrets, the things you have tried so hard to keep buried deep in your mind. They whisper the things you yourself have whispered in your mind. Words meant to cut as deep as they can. Words created to wound and injure. 

Perhaps that is why they're so cruel.

Because they are truths you cannot find within yourself to accept as real. 

"What are you doing?" 

You are quick to hide your phone as Melody walks up behind you, but she has already seen the comments. She has been watching you for a while, seen the way the look in your eyes changed, the way you began to tense, your finger shaking each time you pressed it to the screen to scroll to the next comment. She knows that when you turn to her, the smile on your face is to hide the dull look in your eyes. That your laugh is not one of surprise, but apprehension as you fumble to turn off your screen and place your phone safely out of her sight. 

"Nothing really." You clear your throat when she comes to sit next to you, avoiding her careful stare. "Just surfing the internet." 

"Right." Melody can't help but scoff as she pulls her legs up on the bench, crossing them precariously. "You're lucky you still have your phone, I remember how hard it was when they took mine." 

You smirk, recalling the chaos that ensued that first month while Melody prepared for her debut. She had already moved into the dorms at that time, but given the overprotective nature of your mother, and the fact that she was still a high school student at the time, it was extremely stressful for both of you when you couldn't reach her. Since you were working at Melody's company at the time, your mother used to rely on you to bring home-cooked meals to her dorm, sneak in calls and updates whenever you could, and check up on her from time to time to make sure she was doing well. 

That was a month before you left her the first time. 

Stealing a glance her way, you wonder how you could have been so blind to her pain back then. You were meant to look after her, and yet you left the minute it was the most ideal. All because you were so focused on your own jealousies and insecurities watching her achieve the dream you had fought so hard to build, you had almost forgotten she worked just as hard. 

You had fooled yourself into thinking you left her behind for her sake, but you were just a coward. Running away the minute it gets too hard like you always do. 

You stare at the phone you had been twirling absentmindedly in your hands, catching your pathetic reflection on the screen. 

Perhaps you deserve all of this. After all, it is nothing less than what your sister had to endure. At least you have someone to lean on, at least you know there are people who are there to support you. She lost that the minute you abandoned her to face the cruelties of the world alone. Is it not right that you should carry the same burden alone? 

"Do you think they're happy?" 

You pause at the soft question, following Melody's gaze to see her watching Jocelynn and Jimin bicker over who should load her boxes into his trunk. They've been at it for a while now and have barely managed to load three boxes into the trunk, two of them snuck in by Jocelynn when Jimin wasn't looking. 

Jimin came by a couple of hours ago to help the three of you finish packing and was going to drive Jocelynn home and help her unpack while you and Melody headed home. 

"They look happy." You smile softly as you watch the two of them, the smile on your mother's face warming your heart. 

"Just because someone looks happy doesn't mean that they are." Melody murmurs, and you turn to her. She doesn't meet your eyes, but you can see the strange, somber look on her face as she watches the scene. "You know that better than anyone." 

The words don't cut as you had thought they would, but perhaps they were not meant to. They feel more like a plea. A desperate request to stop hiding around her, to take off the mask and show her everything you had thought you were protecting her from. 

Somehow, that hurts more than the vicious words she has said in her anger. 

Somehow it cuts deeper than any knife ever could. 

For she has seen the side of you you have tried so hard to hide, and you were not able to protect her as you had once promised her you would. Her rose-colored lenses shattered the minute you left her side, and there is no going back to how it was before. 

You swallow hard, looking away. 

"I think they are happy, they're just scared." 

Jimin wins the argument when he's able to snatch the massive box behind Jocelynn and hurries to load it into the car, blocking her current advances to do it herself. When Jimin returns and snatches the box Jocelynn carries in her arms with a sweet smile, she can't help but laugh, rendered helpless to fight him when he carries it to the car. 

"Of what?" 

"To admit their feelings. Both to themselves and to each other." You smile sadly, wondering how long the smiles they wear now will last. Wondering what obstacle they'll encounter on their path to finding a way they can hold each other in their arms without having to apologize for it. "They've already brought each other so much pain, I can only imagine they're wondering if it's worth it to be selfish." 

"Is it?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Is it worth it to be selfish?" 

You freeze at the question, staring straight as the two of you find yourselves unable to stare at each other. Almost afraid to face the truth. 

Melody has half the mind to take back the words, words she had never meant to say in the first place, but her anger and pride get in the way. They lead to her hands tightening around her legs, digging deep into her skin at the reminder of her sister's betrayal. A reminder that refuses to leave her subconscious no matter how many times she wishes she could forget. No matter how many times she wishes to stay by her sister's side and go back to the way things were. But this is not something they can just brush away as water under the bridge. 

You know that just as well as she does. 

"Melody--" 

"If you say you're sorry one more time, I swear to God I'm going to lose it." 

You scoff, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. 

"I just...I don't know what you want me to do." 

"How about pausing for one second to think about how I feel?" 

You turn to her, finding her gaze focused intensely on her clasped fingers around her knees. They fidget with the holes in her jeans, playing nervously with the stray strings of the fabric. You wish you could take her hands into your own and hold tight to them until her nerves fade away and she is able to look at you again and see the sincerity in your eyes. 

"What are you talking about? I care about how you feel." 

But she doesn't need to. 

After all, she can hear the sincerity clear as day in your words. She can feel it, hot and intense on her skin as your eyes plead with her to look your way. She knows you care, sometimes more than you care about yourself. She knows you blame yourself, she can see as the guilt eats you up inside day after day, can feel it in every look, every glance you send her way. 

That's why it hurt so much, why it still hurts. 

"It's not about caring, it's about understanding, and you don't understand, you haven't even tried to." She shakes her head, taking a shaky breath, her voice heavy with tears as she continues. "Yen, you were my everything. You were more than a sister to me, you were my best friend, the one person I thought I could always rely on no matter what. And then the moment I needed you the most, the moment where I was at my darkest, you just left me behind."

You were someone who loved her, cared for her before anything else. You helped raise her, she relied on you, trusted you with her life, did everything for you because she knew you did the same for her. You always thought of her before yourself, always put her first, always willing to give up your happiness for hers every time.

You still do, even as she actively tries to push you away. 

And yet, it was still easy for you to leave her behind. 

"Do you know how that feels? Watching the person you trust most in the world, the person you've admired ever since you could understand the word, just leave like it was nothing? Like I was nothing?" 

When your sister was born, you knew it was your job to protect her. You did everything to make sure she was never hurt and tried your best to keep her from the cruelties of the world. So much so that you put aside your own needs, your own selfish desires, gave up on what was best for yourself in order to give her the life she deserved. The life you were never fortunate enough to indulge in. 

You would have never thought you would be the reason she crumbled beneath the weight the world put on her shoulders. You would have never allowed it. And yet, it was your selfishness and your fault alone that led to her downfall. 

"I never intended to make you feel that way." 

"You didn't speak to me for months." Melody scoffs, the smile on her face faint and bitter. "The first I heard from you was when you were calling me because our mother had been assaulted, and that was days after you had already known!" 

"Melody I--" 

"I understand why you did what you did. I understand why you felt it was the best option for you, and why you felt like you had to escape." This time, when she looks your way, her eyes are not full of anger and hatred. They are instead full of an immense wave of bitter loss and blame that she cannot direct to anyone else but you. "But you can't even stop pitying yourself long enough to understand my side." 

Her lips shake when she smiles, chuckling a little at the look on your face. So full of regret and shame that she cannot stand to look at it for too long, lest the very same guilt that eats at your insides begins to afflict her as well.

And as she shivers, hurriedly wiping away her tears, you wonder if you should hug her. If she would let you, for just this moment, hold her and comfort her until you knew she was going to be okay again. Is that even your place anymore? Are you even allowed to hope that she will one day let you resume the supporting role you had so faithfully carried on for her up until this point? That you can somehow build up the trust you had lost the minute you stepped out of that door? 

But before you can answer any of those questions. Before you can muster up the courage to reach out your hand, just to see if she will take it, the bus arrives, screeching to a stop in front of you. Your hand falls to your side, and her tears are gone, reduced to a small sniffle as she stands. 

"You didn't just hurt me, Yen. You betrayed me." When she looks at you, smiling sadly over her shoulder, you know there is nothing you can say, nothing you can do right now to reassure her. "It's not something I'm going to be able to get over." 

What's done is done, and this time, it is she who leaves you behind. She looks behind, only once, a cold and indifferent glance over the shoulder before she turns to the driver. 

"She's not coming." She says, plain and simple before turning away and finding her seat on the bus. When the bus driver looks to you for confirmation, you nod, watching helplessly as the doors close in front of you and they drive away. And as you pull your eyes away from the retreating vehicle, it is only then that you see Taehyung, waiting for you across the street. 

You can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when you spot him, smiling softly at the way he leans against the side of his car, scanning the street for you. You can't help the warmth that blooms in your chest when those eyes finally catch yours and he grins, waving you over to his side. 

And you realize you can’t answer Melody’s question. 

You don’t know if your selfishness is worth it. You don’t know if you’ll someday grow to regret it. All you know is the jump in your chest when his eyes meet yours. The flush in your cheeks as he smiles your way. The desire deep in your heart as you long to run to him and hold him in your arms always. All you know is the heavy want to hear him call you mine. 

If that makes you selfish, then you suppose that is what you are. You suppose that is your deepest wish. To be selfish for just a little while longer. To be allowed to stand by his side even if it means you will grow to regret it. Even if it means you will have to face the world’s cruelty for the rest of your days, you wish to do it. 

For that is all you can hope for. 

Just a little more time.

CH.07 coming soon

[maebird-melody]

Lies Sweet Like Poison

It’s been a week and I’m still thinking about the miraculous ladybug finale. Honestly, I was expecting to hate it. For a day or two after, I still wasn’t sure if I’d liked it. It was interesting, at least. Unexpected, certainly. But now I see the brilliance of how it played out. The longer I think about it, the more aware I become of the horrors of the situation Adrien and Marinette (and the whole world, really) are in, thanks to Monarch’s wish and the identity reveals between Agreste’s Monarch and Marinette’s Ladybug.

Yes, he cured Nathalie. Yes, he finally accepted that bringing his wife back was not what she would have wanted, and so he chose death instead. Which means he also abandoned his son in favor of his dead wife, leaving Adrien’s care in the hands of people who actually loved him. So, because Emilie loved her son—even though Monarch decided not to be a father to Adrien like she asked—for his wife’s sake, he’d see Adrien looked after. And as his final selfish request, he asked Marinette—the hero of the city, the girlfriend to his son, the girl who detests liars and everything they stand for—not to tell Adrien about his identity as Monarch.

Think about it for two seconds and you’ll see how this has set Adrien and Marinette down a path towards an even more tragic, doomed romance than they have ever faced before. Marinette knows now that Monarch was Adrien’s father. Ladybug knows now that Mr. Agreste was Monarch.

For Adrien, there are four distinct tragedies waiting to be unraveled:

First, that Chat Noir’s Cataclysm would have killed his father soon, even if he hadn’t traded his life for Nathalie’s.

Second, that Monarch was his father all along. The man who had terrorized the country, and even sometimes the world, was the closest remaining family he had in this world.

Third, that Ladybug lied to everyone about the nature of the battle with Monarch, resulting in not only him, but the entire city, celebrating and venerating the man who was in fact the villain of Paris.

And finally, that Marinette, who is Ladybug, lied to Adrien himself about his own father.

They are in an impossible situation.

For Marinette to tell Adrien what she knows is inconceivable. It would a) require her to reveal her secret identity and b) utterly destroy him. Marinette doesn’t want to destroy Adrien. She loves Adrien, and she can’t bear the thought of him shouldering the guilt of his father’s sins. She thinks she is doing him a kindness (we’ll get to that).

For Ladybug to tell Chat Noir, however… He’s her partner, the one she’s always fought alongside, and perhaps the only person in the world she could confide the truth in. She doesn’t know he’s the villain’s son. What harm could telling her partner do?

Which brings me to my next point:

Let’s not forget that the reason Ladybug and Chat Noir were keeping their identities secret from each other was so that Monarch couldn’t exploit them to find each other, akumatize them, and gain their miraculous. The danger of Monarch has passed. The worst case scenario—Monarch making his wish to reshape the world in his vision—has already come and gone. So what’s keeping them from sharing their secrets now? What’s keeping them from telling each other the truth behind the mask?

The butterfly miraculous is missing.

Unable to locate it in the wreckage after the battle, Ladybug has no choice but to assume the danger of akumatization is still out there. And so their identities must remain secret.

Meaning Ladybug cannot risk telling Chat Noir Monarch’s identity. What if Chat Noir cast his suspicion onto Adrien because of the missing butterfly miraculous? What if he suspects the son of taking on the father’s mantle? What if she has to explain that Mr. Agreste sacrificed himself because he was already dying of Chat Noir’s Cataclysm? The very thing she knows Chat has always feared doing to another human being. What if he became Chat Blanc because he learned the truth? Because Marinette still remembers that something happened with Chat Blanc, even if Chat doesn’t. And I think this is a big reason that she hesitates.

What gets me here is that, it doesn’t seem like Chat Noir has even asked about the identity of the man who ‘killed’ his father. Maybe it is enough for him that Monarch is gone, and he was never that close with his father anyways, so the loss is not so great as it could be. But there are doubtless some complex emotions at play surrounding the man who imprisoned and controlled him, who has been mythologized and memorialized. Even in death, he is still manipulating Adrien.

And that’s not even to mention that Tsurugi-san is still capitalizing on the myth of Mr. Agreste’s ‘heroic sacrifice!’ Even though the Alliance rings have been melted down to create his statue, the brand, and Mr. Agreste’s legacy, are still very much in play. This is nothing more than a temporary setback.

And Marinette. She who hates liars more than anything. She who buckled under the pressure of lying to Luka about her identity. Of lying to her friends, keeping secrets from Alya. She who could not abide the deceptions of Lyla Rossi. THAT MARINETTE, now has to lie to Adrien, her boyfriend, the object of her desire, not just about her identity as Ladybug, but now also about his identity as the son of a villain, about Monarch’s identity as his father.

This is the setup for painful realizations and heart break, no matter what.

If Adrien discovers the truth of Monarch’s identity on his own, will he doubt Ladybug’s integrity? Will he assume she knew and kept the truth from him, didn’t trust him? Or will he double down on his own self-doubt and self-loathing, see this as a black mark on his soul, assume Ladybug didn’t know. She can never know. She can never find out. She’ll never trust him again. Oh God, she’ll never trust the son of the greatest villain the world has ever seen. Can he even trust himself?

Nothing but paranoia and fear lies in that direction.

If Adrien learns that Ladybug knew all along, and didn’t tell him—mistrust, broken friendship, paranoia of a different kind lies down that path. If she lied about Monarch, what else has she lied about? Does she know he’s Mr. Agreste’s son? Is that why she didn’t tell him? Why didn’t Ladybug talk to him as Adrien about it? Why would she tell the entire world that his father was a hero?

Because the only one who could have told the press is Ladybug. No one else was present for the final confrontation. Unless the wish somehow wrote the narrative in the minds of the people that Mr. Agreste helped defeat Monarch, which I consider unlikely.

If Adrien learns that Ladybug is Marinette, he may be tempted to reveal his Chat Noir identity to her in turn. After all, they are dating. Wouldn’t it be unfair for him to know her secret and not the other way around? Besides, Monarch was defeated. Sure, the butterfly miraculous is still missing, but nothing bad has happened in months. They have a whole team of superheroes working with them now. Surely it is safe.

Imagine the guilt that would eat Marinette alive when Chat tells her his identity. The gut-punch to realizing she’s been lying to both of them about his father.

If Adrien learns that Ladybug is Marinette and that Monarch was his father…did his girlfriend know? Did she know all along that his father was a villain? Did she decide to date him just to keep an eye on him? Why did she lie to him? Couldn’t she trust him? Why would Marinette prop up his father, the man who made his life a living hell, the man who broke the world, as a hero?

Imagine the whole world finding out that Ladybug lied. That is a precarious place to be in when you’re put on a pedestal like Ladybug.

And the many number of ways these truths could come to light, in whatever combination, could have disastrous consequences of varying degree, depending on how they are revealed. (I won't even get into the implications of the rings, because this post is already too long, but if we can take the subtext of the show at face value, they add an extra layer of horror to this whole situation.)

Remember when I mentioned Marinette thinks she’s doing a kindness for Adrien? In reality, she is only doing what is easiest. If Adrien doesn’t know about Monarch’s identity, then he can live on in blissful ignorance. He can be happy. Isn’t it better for him, not knowing? It was his father’s dying wish, after all.

She is manipulating him just as Monarch did

Though in a different way and with different intentions. She isn’t trusting him, or the world, with bearing the truth.

And she is allowing doubts about the nature of his father’s character to creep in. Mr. Agreste has always been larger than life to Adrien, a controlling force too powerful to overcome until only very recently. When his control started slipping, his grip tightened, and he used a power we have only seen alluded to to control him. Then he even went so far as to imprison him, using him as little more than a prop for his brand, another cog in his dastardly scheme.

All of these truths, these glimpses at Mr. Agreste’s dark intentions, are cast in shadow by the massive, gleaming statue in the center of Paris. This monolith to a fabrication, to a false heroic sacrifice, bearing the figure of a misleading martyr. It muddles, obscures, hides. Adrien can no longer see that his father is not a great man, but rather a terrible one, unworthy of his admiration and love.

Marinette hasn’t freed him from his father’s influence by not sharing the truth; she has trapped him in a new gilded cage, built of pretty falsehoods made to keep him content. The lies seem sweet like honey, a balm to aid a suffering soul, to ease the loss of a loved one. But when swallowed, they become bitter like poison. And they will eventually take their toll.

I leave you with the words Adrien spoke to Marinette after she slipped his father’s rings onto his finger.

“When I’m with you, I feel so…free.”

To feel freedom and to actually have freedom are not the same. Only when he has the truth will he also finally have his freedom. But at what cost?

[killervelveteenrabbit]

Miraculous Season 6 Speculation

I pulled up this post I made after the season 4 finale to see how close I came with my predictions about season 5. Despite getting pretty much everything wrong, I did nail a few things:

Gabriel was unable to handle the power of all the Miraculous, at least at first

Felix used his control over sentibeings to target Gabriel (although notably not Adrien, whom he was trying to save if anything)

Alya regained the Fox Miraculous (admittedly in the last ep and alongside all the other previous holders)

Marinette fell in love with Chat Noir, complicating her feelings for Adrien

Luka was placed in an impossible position because he knows too much

Natalie's health declined to the point of incapacitation (although I didn’t anticipate the same with Gabriel)

Chloe and Lila established an alliance that ultimately went south

I admit most of these predictions were obvious and easily anticipated. I’d rather not embarrass myself by going too far inside M. Astruc’s head, but I can’t help speculating about what the next season holds.

Hence, I’d like to suggest a few plot threads I anticipate showing up during season 6:

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Everyone assumed Cerise would be the new antagonist, using the Butterfly Miraculous to further her vendetta against Marinette and/or seize the Ladybug and Cat Miraculous to forge a wish of her own. But Cerise’s panic in the last seconds of the ep suggests she’s encountered a powerful force she can’t control. This is the new enemy, although Cerise will become its servant and vessel if it means fulfilling her revenge.

This entity will be far more dangerous than Gabriel ever was, unbound by human emotion or empathy. It will be capable of neutralizing and even possessing the new and inexperienced Miraculous holders, forcing Ladybug to create a new power-up.

Who or what exactly is it? It will either be connected to Nooroo, driven insane by a damaged Miraculous, or Tomoe Tsurugi, the only player in Gabriel’s “Perfect Alliance” gambit who didn’t get anything she wanted.

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Other plot points ripe for exploration:

Adrien and Marinette’s romance is plagued by lingering feelings of attraction for Ladybug and Chat Noir, respectively. They break up over it for at least one episode because one of them suspects there’s “someone else”. One of them gets possessed over it. However, Adrinette comes back stronger than ever, reinforced by better communication, more trust, and the realization that the other one isn’t perfect and that’s okay.

One of the other couples also breaks up or gets in an argument, again for only one episode and also involving possession.

Almost everyone believes Gabriel died a hero—except for Marinette, Felix, Kagami, Nathalie, and Amelie. One of them (and you all know which one) accidentally lets the butterfly out of the bag. Angst and drama ensue.

Amelie moves into Maison Agreste as Adrien’s legal guardian. It gives Adrien and Felix the chance to rebuild their relationship as cousins and friends. But certain members of the MiracuClass still don’t completely trust Felix. It causes problems when they realize he’s Argos.

The new Miraculous holders don’t know what the hell they’re doing and make all kinds of mistakes. They use their powers for selfish reasons, and LB and CN must save them from their own messes. They swap Miraculous without even telling Ladybug. They keep revealing their secret identities to each other. They upset, misplace, or lose control of their Kwamis. They get possessed by the new antagonist and use their Miraculous powers against Ladybug and Chat Noir. If Luka teaches any of them Mirakung Fu, someone's gonna kick one of their best friends in the face. Marinette briefly considers taking all the Miraculous back until an attack on her personally confirms she had the right idea. She starts relying more on Chat Noir as a mentor, and occasionally an enforcer, for the other holders.

Cerise joins the MiracuClass at the new school Miss Bustier created. Marinette’s the only one who recognizes Cerise as Lila, but everyone else thinks Marinette is nuts.

Chloe returns to Paris mid-season, discarded by her mother and with nowhere else to go. Andre reluctantly takes her in, and it turns out she learned nothing—she blames Ladybug for everything that went wrong in her life and will stop at nothing to get revenge. She may enroll at Marinette’s school in disguise and forge an alliance with Cerise, not realizing she herself is Lila in disguise, to “get” Marinette.

Sabrina and Marc’s mutual love of soccer leads the former to develop a crush on the latter. It ends well for no one.

And finally, Luka gets his own love interest, if only because he damn well deserves it.

[mdhwrites]

My Adventures With Jimmy's Two Gay Dads (MAWS) Episode 6 Review

Spoiler Free Thoughts: A good course correction from the episode before with good fun, a good bit of escalation as far as the scope for what they can do for villains even if they're still tech related, FINALLY some concrete answers on plot things and just a wonderful pair of villains that I'm sad we likely won't see again, at least not anytime soon. The only thing I was just okay with really was the Lois, Clark and Jimmy stuff. None of it was bad but it was a little rushed and a little awkward at times and I don't think Lois got a moment to shine like I had been expecting/hoping. It all worked well enough though to has me excited for the next episode once again.

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So this is going to be shorter than usual because my brain is hissing at me at wasting typing energy on something other than the Lindworm retelling I'm working on (if you're interested, go check out my Discord) so I can't focus as well as I normally can. Luckily, I don't actually have as much to say about this episode as usual, especially beyond what I said in my spoiler free thoughts.

This episode is just good. For resolving the previous episode it does the job fine but it is probably the clunkiest part, as if they don't want to fully resolve it or didn't want to linger on the drama for too long. It still works well though with Clark stating why Lois impresses him, Clark showing why Lois loves him (and I wish Lois got a moment like that that just let her shine as a reminder of why these two want to be together) and Jimmy shows the right reaction to the secret by giving Clark space since it's obviously sensitive to him. He also then has the right reaction of indignation when he finds out Lois was 'told' first.

Which... I would like Jimmy to stop being objectively right and that not going very far. This episode isn't too bad about it but for the past two episodes, Jimmy feels like he's doing the correct thing that the other two might learn from but that doesn't really go anywhere. The lack of them talking as much as maybe they could have would have helped it feel stronger in this episode too and I just feel like it was kind of lacking. If you're going to keep make Jimmy shine or feel just as important as the other two, can you please actually resolve that in someway during an episode?

But I do want to touch on Clark's reason for keeping the secret because I like that they DIDN'T use Spiderman's reason. A lot of people responded that part of why Supes has been hiding his secret is the threat it poses to his loved ones and friends but like... Until the last month, why would Superman, one who always sees the best in poeple, think that? No one wanted him dead, no threat could challenge him and he believes people are inherently good.

As such, the reason IS selfish. It's so he could be seen and treated as normal, even to the point of ignoring those around him. When he asked Lois "Do you really think that little of me?" I'd hoped that would get turned around on him at the end when he talked about these fears. They say they never would which works but I think it would have been more powerful to more specifically target that Clark needs to have faith in those around him.

It also made him saying the effective mission statement of Superman, that he will help humanity until the day people are accepting of all and help each other, a little rough for me. Not that it is bad for him to say but I wish his response to being told that no one would accept him for being different had been "You know, I had thought that but today I got shown that I might just be wrong about that and so long as I can believe everyone can be like the ones I love, I'm not going anywhere, especially not so long as they need my help."

Speaking of outcasts though: I LOVE Mallah and Brain. They truly do sell old married couple energy, the bit about the dishes is AMAZING, while also being mad scientists. And yet, you never fully disbelieve that they aren't honest. They genuinely want to help people and live a life of peace but, you know, mad scientists be mad scientists. They actually reminded me a lot of Lumiere and Cogsworth, especially with Mallah talking about having been alone for decades contrasting with "Ten years we've been rusting, needing so much more than dusting."

Also, good on Ivo that he seems to be recovering OKAY after the Parasite suit but man, revenge isn't what you need boy. You need therapy. Speaking of villains, my limited knowledge of Omecs (again, hope I'm getting the name right) make me look at this version and go "Some people are going to be MAD" because it does genuinely feel like just using a comic name for something that is absolutely not what it is in the comics. Maybe some version of them but definitely not the version I'm most familiar with, at least to my knowledge.

Do I mind? Not really. It gives them a neat name and they can get renamed later once their origins are fully revealed or the like but even that would reasonably feel cheap to comic fans. Again, doesn't matter that much to me but for once I would understand others being annoyed.

But in general, it's just a good episode that I think handles the aftermath of episode 5 well, continues showing how much charisma and charm the show has in its character writing but I am REALLY ready for a Jimmy focused episode already. One that is genuinely about him and not about the trio like this one was.

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im really conflicted with lorelai because on one hand, she raised her daughter by herself after becoming a teen mom and basically got her life together on her own. on the other hand, she’s not a great parent- i hate to say it but if lorelai fed her daughter junk food and was flaky as a mom, but great as a best friend, most people around her in the real world would question her parenting style. i get that her relationship with her parents is unstable due to lasting traumas but the way she treats her parents even after they paid for rory’s school irks me. she didn’t treat max right, she wasn’t always great to sookie, and it’s just a multitude of things that make me appreciate her, but not like her.

hmm… i can see this, but i feel like lorelai gets demonized for a lot of normal, little mistakes that most parents and people in general make. coming from someone who wishes that they had a lorelai for a mom, i’m more willing to look past the tiny infractions. the junk food thing is purely for comedic effect so i really don’t take it into consideration when i judge lorelai’s parenting skills (plus we see fruits and vegetables in their fridge on multiple occasions, and while lor and rory often go out to eat, rory could easily order like, a salad from luke’s if she wanted. he’d be happy to make that for her, meaning she does have access to healthy foods, not to mention her chilton lunch meals are definitely nutritionally balanced). anyway, i wouldn’t call lorelai a flaky mom at all. in fact i’d say she’s almost overly invested in rory’s life: she always wants to know what’s going on, she goes out of her way to make sure rory has what she needs, and she’s constantly trying to maintain an open line of communication with her daughter. while she doesn’t always go about this the right way, it’s her intentions that really matter—she wants rory to know she can come to her, that she can trust her. she makes rory dresses from scratch and fills their house with books and music and goes to business school so she can make a better life for them. she puts aside her pride to ensure that rory’ll have the best education possible. yeah, she can be selfish and immature at times, and she screws up, but so does everyone and that’s literally the point of the show: all the characters on gg are meant to be realistic, they’re meant to frustrate the audience at times and piss people off, because that’s just human nature. no one can be perfect, but lorelai is definitely a really great mom. she just has deep-seated issues when it comes to things like boys and intimacy and secret keeping, which given her upbringing is kind of hard to put her down for (though it does drive me crazy at times). anyway yeah, idk, my point is that of course she can’t be perfect but compared to a lot of moms (both in fiction and irl) she does pretty damn well.

[thelocal-idot]

Day 7 : Rei (x Reader) - Death: Double Suicide

Song: Vampire’s ∞ pathoS - Hitoshizuku & Yama

TW: Death, Suicide, Blood

Do not read if this causes feelings of anxiety and panic!

This also got really long 😭 but its not the best i can do :(

How did you ever come to love a man like him, a blood sucking monster who feasted on innocent humans. He lived a life if immortality, freedom, and wealth, free to do whatever he felt. But those pesky humans grew teeth, and started to lash out at the vampires who had drunk their blood for centuries. Truth was, he never really had a taste for blood, he found it gross and felt sick whenever he had too. You had known him for awhile now, out in Europe you had bumped into him at a cafe you frequented. You apologized and offered to buy him a coffee next time you two met. Neither of you knew what the other was, exchanging numbers so cluelessly.

He felt as if he had taken your kindness for granted, things would have better if he had declined your offer. You would be safe, not stuck within the clutches of vampires like him. Though your fate had been tied to his own long before he had even realized. You were a vampire hunter, you hunted down and killed these ‘mythical’ creatures. Had you known he was one of them, you would have never fallen in love with him, or so you thought.

A couple years had passed, after a couple coffees you had the guts to ask. But one day at work, you had received an order. You had found out on a mission, recognizing him on the file. How tragic and cruel the world could be to the lovers.

Meeting up underneath the moonlight at the park next to where you had first met, you gripped his cold hands. The look on his face was one knowing, you had found out the secret he so desperately wanted to keep. Burying your head into his chest, he wished he could find the words to comfort you. Looking up at him made him feel selfish for causing this and putting you into this situation. He knew there would only be one way to solve this..

The next night you had gone out, meeting him atop an old abandoned factory. With a stake made of silver in your hand and a final kiss, two lives would end tonight. Blood spilt from your human body, holding to each other as death came. Just as star-crossed lovers are doomed to end, so were you.

Immortality had always been his second greatest sin. Loving a human like you, gave warmth to his icy skin. He regretted everything, yet if he could he would do this all over again. Holding you close, you would were the final thing he could think as death consumed you both.

“My dear moonlight..”

“If only we had been human together…”

[caemthe]

@ardenssolis said.º

"Do you ever wish for anything more, Conall? Surely being a gang boss must be dull when you care less about power and money." It was idle talk as he dressed if only to fill the relative quiet. Other gangs sought something from their workings. However, one could not quite tell what Dripping Red was interested in aside from seemingly random bouts of chaos and violence. He had a basic idea what the purpose actually was, but such wasn't his business.

The Dripping Red's boss stared at the ceiling, at the thousands of small mirrors that reflected his image, the bed, and the lover getting ready to leave the bed. It wasn't an uncommon sight for the man but it all felt different than usual when it came to Ramses. Conall always had the troublesome and dangerous need to convince them to stay a little longer. And while he often played it off as wanting to possess and ravage them for a little longer, the truth was that he wouldn't mind spending the rest of the day just talking, drawing invisible paths on their skin, murmuring secrets to the space between their neck and shoulder.

How dangerous it was. Men like him should never lower their guard.

But he did, he dropped his guard and his response was almost immediate. "What else is there to wish for in this city?" His voice lacked the usual cockiness and bite that characterized the man. It lacked everything that made one human yet, right then, Conall looked far too human. Too real, too fatigued, too hopeless, too different from the gang boss who would tell his targets to sing a full song if they wished to live as he slowly applied pressure onto their head and crushed the bones of their skull until his boot touched the ground. That was the Conall that the world knew, feared, and wanted but, for a moment, he wasn't that Conall.

It was just a moment.

Quickly, before the Fixer could react, the gang boss sat up and grabbed their hand to make them lose balance and have no option but to sit on his lap. One hand rested their waist so they didn't try and slip away. A cheeky yet somewhat tired smile and crimson eyes met one that looked like melted gold. "Or is this your way of asking if I wish for something this city can't offer?" He let go of Ozymandias' hand and slowly slid his fingers over their arm as he talked, passing by their waist and traveling all the way to their shoulders and neck to hold their lovely face.

"Something actual friends and people who really do give a damn about you. Or maybe something more delusional like forming a family and waking up every morning next to someone who won't leave and doesn't want you to leave. To find love, to grow old, to feel like the protagonist of your own story, to enjoy life in a way that doesn't make sense to this city. Are you talking about something like that?" These were all things Night City couldn't offer no matter how much money and power you had. As realistic or idealistic as illusions could be, they were just that: illusions. They could never be the real thing.

He didn't wait for an answer nor was he looking for one. Instead, he simply pulled them into a hug and allowed gravity to make him fall on his back once again. He turned them around and let scarred hands wander over Ozymandias' body before holding their wrists above their head. "But, right now, I wish to keep the sun to myself for a little longer. Think you can indulge this selfishness of mine for a while longer, little sun?"