#aesop carl x reader

[seasasyan]

small aesop thought || fem!reader

thinking about aesop's eyes lingering on your lips more than he'd like them to specifically when you wear lipstick. that light shade of red on you makes him stare like an starving man withouth realizing you can actually feel his eyes on you

that's why you decide to grab him by his hand and drag him into your room while he keeps questioning your actions until you both arrive infront of the door. you're quick to open and close it behind you as you gently push your lover on the bed, you make yourself comfortable on his laps and his cheeks are already red

he's still as ever when you press your lips on his cheek, then his forehead, then his neck and on his whole face. you can hear him slightly whining everytime you press yourself on him but he doesn't try to stop you at all

by the time you're done his face and neck are covered with lipstick stamps, his hands gripping your waist like you'll disappear if he lets go. you raise his head and lock your eyes with his, he looks at you like you're an angel fallen on earth just for him

he's completely smitten by you

and now im gonna disappear again for 3 months

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[oletus-writer]

ahh would you please please consider a nsfw alphabet for aesop carl? no worries if not! i really like your work, the luchino one was so good!

Ah, thank you for the compliment. I really didn’t think anyone would like the evil reptilian one. Sorry for taking a while, nsfw alphabets seem to be a pretty popular request, and they take a while.

Aesop NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: nsfw

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He’s pretty tired, so aftercare is usually a few words of praise and toweling you down, before snuggling with you under the covers. If you want anything, such as a snack, he’ll begrudgingly get up and get you what you want.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

If he had to choose, it would be your lips - how you wet them with your tongue, how they curve up when you smile, how soft they are. Your mouth is what he always look at when you speak, since meeting your eyes is harder. On him? Exactly the opposite of you - there aren’t that many things he likes about himself he likes, but perhaps he doesn’t mind his legs. You like to kiss them so much, so perhaps they’re not so bad.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s a pretty inexperienced guy, so you’ll have to be the one taking the reins. If you don’t want him to cum somewhere, he won’t, although, it does look good dripping down your thighs or splattered over your back.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He'd kind of want to fuck you in your sleep. Of course, the two of you have to discuss this beforehand, set boundaries, etc., but the allure of using you as a cumhole while risking you waking up is like sex with a corpse and semi-public sex without the illegalities.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He has absolutely no experience and doesn’t know what he’s doing. He has no time and no social skills to get any bitches. Although, he does know the basic anatomy, as he couldn’t function as an embalmer elsewise.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Classic missionary. It’s intimate, and feels like he’s in control of his life, for once. Although the initial embarrassment of being a virgin makes him want to hide his face, seeing yours is worth it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Aesop is nervous, when it comes to sex, so he’s not the one to be making jokes in the moment. If you do, he might think it’s ruining the mood a bit, or be thankful that you’re trying to calm him down. Either way, he’d crack a small smile and move on.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

He didn’t think that pubic hair would matter that much to people, so he doesn’t groom it at all. And about the carpet matching the drapes - his eyebrows are grey, so it would make sense for his pubes to be too.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)

He’ll whisper sweet things into your ear and constantly praise you, if he’s not too nervous to speak. He’s not romantic per se, since there won’t be candles or anything of the sort, but his heart will be swelling with love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

He’s done it a few times, but it’s never felt as good as your hands touching his penis. After meeting you, he’s masturbated more often, when he’s uncomfortable in asking you to do him the favour.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’d like to be topped and praised by you, to leave him hickey only the two of you would see. Being an insecure man, he’s unsure of whether or not he’s doing a good job in the moment. On a less vanilla note, he wouldn’t mind manhandling you (or being manhandled) on some of his rougher days. To use you as nothing but a toy to please him would calm him down if he’s ever angry.

L = Location (favourite places to have sex)

The bedroom’s always a safe place to have sex, and Aesop isn’t willing to risk his already suffering social life to fuck you in public. The couch is too uncomfortable, so the two of you would be sticking to the bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Wear revealing clothes, touch him in all the right places, the works. Sometimes, when he’s feeling particularly horny, the right angle might even get his mind racing.

N = No (what turns them off?)

He’s quite a devoted man and would do almost anything for you, and that sometimes shows itself in sex. He’s not going to voice his turn offs, in fear of you leaving him, so you’ll have to encourage the communication. He doesn’t particularly like anything unsanitary or anything that would cause pain - he doesn’t get why, in these situations, the pain would become pleasurable.

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

With Aesop on the receiving end of oral sex, he’d be a whimpering, shaking mess, which is quite embarrassing to him. Once he gets used to the shame he feels, he’d prefer receiving the oral. While he’s got no experience, he’s a fast learner and would remember every act that makes you feel good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

Aesop is slow and sensual in fear of hurting you - he can’t go that fast, either, since the autism man is quite weak. Although, bottoming, he wouldn’t really mind, and would let you set the pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

To be in a situation for a quickie, one would have to be somewhere where having proper sex is not viable. That would mean being in a semi-public situation or close to some sort of commitment. Taking these risks would not be something Aesop is willing to do.

R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)

As long as it’s in private and the consequences aren’t too big, he’s fine with trying things out, even if it’s something he wouldn’t normally do. He won’t suggest anything, though, and isn’t very experimental at heart.

S = Stamina (how long do they last?)

One round, two if you’re going to stretch it. He hasn’t got a lot of exercise aside from matches. All that running doesn’t improve how exhausted he’d feel after cumming, though. Perhaps overstimulate him to see how he likes it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)

He doesn’t own any toys, and most likely didn’t realise sex toys existed. He’s a busy man, and never had he thought being so intimate with another human would feel this good.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Don’t tease him, or he’d think he’s being punished. He doesn’t like to tease either - why do all this when the two of you could just have sex? To him, it wasted time.

V = Volume (how loud are they?)

Audible, but not too loud. You’d hear grunts, heavy breathing, and a few moans from him, but unless you’ve done something game changing, you won’t hear him scream. That doesn’t mean your name is exempt from his tongue, though; he’d be chanting it like a prayer.

W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)

Aesop has nice thighs, for no reason at all. They’re genetically curved and lean, and can squeeze your head with more strength than expected.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

He’s a grower, with a 5.5 inch (13.9cm) dick when flaccid, becoming 5.7 (14.5cm) when erect. It’s got a vein on the side and the tip flushes beautifully when hard. It’s on the slender side, but is an overall pretty dick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His libido is a bit lower than average, and he usually shuns the thoughts that do come. Even now, he feels a bit disrespectful in thinking those thoughts about you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep pretty quickly, faster than he’d fall asleep normally. He’d wrap his arms around you and either spoon you, bring your head to his chest, or bury his face in you. Any hesitation he might’ve shown in touching you is gone in his sleep. Finally, his features have smoothed out to something peaceful, and he can rest.

[meowordeath]

The ‘orange peel’ theory! :3

w / Eli Clark , Aesop Carl , Victor Grantz & Naib Subedar !

A/N : this is a short little scenario! and I don't know if anyone has done this already.

Warnings - none ?

Eli Clark <3

You and him are relaxing at the starting table waiting for the hunter to arrive so the match can start. You had asked the small patroller to bring you a small piece of fruit. It had brought you back an orange.

Eli watched you stare at the orange for a moment to before speaking. “Would you like me to peel that for you my love?” His tone was soft, honestly making you melt at his offer.

“Yes please, if you wouldn’t mind. I don’t really want to have sticky hands before the match.” You saying handing over the orange happily.

He does an okay job peeling the orange. It has a few scratch marks on the slices themself, but overall your thankful you dont have orange peel stuck in your nails or juice staining your hands. You’d definitely ask him again.

“Thank you!” You say plucking the fruit from his hands, even giving him a few slices.

Aesop Carl

He was in the middle of doing nothing, maybe messing around with his coffin doll a little dressing it up and stuff, but he quickly dropped what he was doing to attend to you.

You greet him loveingly as you quickly approaching him, orange in hand. He put his tools down turning toward you. “Could you peel this orange for me please” You give him a big smile holding it out.

He raises his eyebrow slightly in confusion. “Well, yes I guess I can, but why don’t you want to?” Though he asks he still takes the orange from your hands.

“Well you know, I just don't want orange all over my hands, and it a win cause I get to see my lovely boyfriend” His face an ears turn slightly red. “Ah, I see.”

Aesop doesn’t peel the orange with his hands through he turns around grabbing his scalpel and just cuts the peel off in a cute swirl.

It would've been even cuter if he hadn't cut off most of the edible part as well. You think next time you’d have better luck just peeling it yourself.

“Uh, thank you!” You take the orange from him kissing beside his eye before taking off. He shakes his head as you disappear as fast as you’d appeared.

Victor Grantz

Victor was in the middle of writing a letter when you put your orange down beside his letter. “Victor, may you please be a dear and peel this orange for me!”

You said it so nicely and who is he to decline such a polite request from you. He smiles at you as he picks up your orange with a nod.

The way he peels the orange is perfect. He didn’t accidentally puncture it with his nails and manage to remove most of that yucky white part.

He even pulls apart the slices for you, putting them in a heart as he pulled them apart. You’d definitely come to him again if you needed any fruit peeled.

Kissing his on cheek you take half of them leaving the rest for him. “I’ll let you have half since you're working hard”

Naib Subedar

“Naib-” You don't actually get to finish before he takes the fruit out of your hand. “Thank you.” He says graciously, at least so you think, before taking a bite out of the orange, rind and all.

You sputter, eye twitching as you stare at him munch on your orange. “That-” He cuts you off again thinking your going to comment on him eating the rind.

“It has more nutrients if you eat the outer part as well.” his mouth is full and he respond. The juice of your orange dripping down his chin.

You stare as him as he finishes off your orange. He has the audacity to thank you and kiss you not even before wiping his face.

You don't ever ask Naib to peel nor cut fruit for you again.

Not proof read! So sorry if there are errors :3

[yoshinoritoshi]

Quick Yoshi say something unhinged about Aesop!!!

Can he get punched by Norton and then let me lick up the blood dripping from his nose? No, it's contamination... But...

...I would get at least get one lick before he could stop me.

[starkool]

can you write idv aesop x reader nsfw please

ofc! no problem!

~Aesop Carl x Reader NSFT HC's~

First, Consent. You both need to have a talk about consent and what you both feel comfortable doing with him, he is traumatized and has a lot of things he wouldn't allow anyone to touch, including you, his S/O.

When you two have your first time, i think he would give every single bodypart of your's attention, the same amount aswell knowing how on-spot he likes to be.

Following this ^ headcanon, he would keep a close eye on your reactions whenever he does a certain thing. For example, hitting a spot inside you and trying to see if you like it or you dont like it.

He would treat you like a porcelain doll, touching you with such care he didn't know he could touch something(/one) than the corpses he puts makeup on.

He won't go harsh/hard/fast even if scream for him to do, he thinks that sex is a very intimate thing in a relationship, a very serious thing that conveys how passionate you both are about eachother, you two are showing how much you both love eachother during sex.

He won't be too experimental in my opinion. He would (with hard explaining and talking to actually get him to) try bondage, like tying your hands back while sex. But i think, he wouldn't be comfortable and wouldn't like to have sex in public/semi-public areas. The intimate times are only for the bedroom and the bedroom only.

Threesome's and sex where there's another participant is off the table. He does not want to share you. You are for his and his eyes only.

He's possesive, even if he denies it, he is. Jealousy sex is on the table. He maybe even pick up his normal pace at times like those.

He very rarely jerks off. He never did and he only does when he's in a very close situation, for example you aren't there and he randomly gets hit with the hormones.

Aftercare is absolute HEAVEN. He is a clean freak so he will clean you, and even your bed if it get's messy (He prefers cumming inside you if you allow it, he despises if something get's stained but he wouldn't blame anyone for it.)

[underyo0rspell]

I’m obsessed w making my art have an ass quality

[kohabielnin]

Helo,hello , I really really enjoy your Truth and inference series, and I'm so happy that your request box is open.

/*excited noises

Can I request the whole truth and inference cast reacting to a modern reader?(I really think there should be more idv x modernreader fictions),thank you, thank you.😘

Of course, I love exploring more of the T&I universe so it always excites me to be asked something about

D.M/Désire Mélodis

• When he discovered it, it was as if a million new possibilities had appeared to him,

• If with the knowledge of the time, it was already dangerous, with modern knowledge then...

• Everyone realized that he was treating you better than he treated others, just so he wouldn't lose you to Mr. Inference,

• Tuberose got a little jealous when he realized that D.M was treating you well and Gatto was deeply afraid of that,

• Passing on the knowledge you have to D.M can be one of the most dangerous things to do, you can't predict what this man will do,

• In general, even though he has ulterior motives for you, he seems to treat you well because he wants to, not to get information out of you, he is a real mystery

Noir/Saphir Mélodis

• He found this extremely interesting when he learned,

• Just as he found it interesting, the concern came in threefold,

• He doesn't want D.M to find out for fear of what his brother might do to you,

• Crimson also helps you hide your secret, since according to herself, nothing will stop her from treating you like a little sister,

• Sometimes, out of curiosity, Noir asks what things are like in the modern world and never ceases to be surprised by his answers,

• According to him, he would love to see how everything will turn out, but he knows he won't live long enough for that, so he is content just listening to their stories

Gatto/Aesop Carl

• First he was shocked, then excited, and finally confused,

• What would a person from the future be doing in the past, he thought, but the excitement of learning new things about chemistry was greater,

• He asked, even in a shy way, for you to teach everything you knew about medicine and modern chemistry,

• I can say that I have never seen a Gatto as excited as he was while you explained and demonstrated everything you knew to him,

• Even Cat was fascinated by his knowledge after making a delicious salmon dish that she had never even dreamed of trying before,

• You and Gatto made a promise that this would be your secret and no one else would know

Mr. Inference/Naib Subedar

• He was very excited for several reasons and one of them was that with his knowledge of his time, he would get evidence to put D.M behind bars,

• Lady Truth scolded him for thinking about using you to get rid of D.M, then he apologized to you,

• To make up for what he wanted to do, he bought you a basket of sweets which he shared with White and Lady Truth,

• You taught Mr. Inference everything you knew out of your own free will and he learned much faster than you imagined,

• For him, meeting you was like a blessing from the gods, after all, even if you weren't someone from modern times, you were still a great companion for him and his friends, so he felt grateful for that

White/Saphir Mélodis

• When you felt comfortable telling him, it was his happiest day, even though he already knew,

• Every fraction of a second, this boy asked a different question,

• Even though it was tiring answering so many questions, seeing his surprised and interested look, it was worth all the tiredness,

• Whenever you finish answering his questions, q he will say that I would love to be able to see with my own eyes what you are talking about,

• Even if it feels sad in your chest to hear him say that and know it's a lie, you still smile and say, who knows...

• Of course he notices that you are sad and showers you with affection, after all, for him, seeing your sad face is worse than death

[dentiststoothfairy]

hello! can i ask a norton,Aesop,and naib

with an s/o that got really hurt during a match like it injured the whole right side of there s/o face and also made their s/o loss there right eye? so like at first another survivor told them you got hurt so they went to you thinking you just got a scratch or something but they didn't expect to find there s/o in a puddle of their own blood holding the right side of there face because it got hit with a flare gun which exploded right when it hit the right side of there face,

(it's fine if you don't want to do this or your not comfortable writing it, that's fine but thanks for taking the time out of your day to read my request(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

🟢 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑 🟢

Accidents occasionally happen in the manor, which always gets on his nerves. It's just the soldier in him.

No room for mistakes with this one.

So when he found out you were in an accident with a flare gun, he was pretty pissed off.

THIS is why people can't afford to fuck up, anytime, any day. Because people like you get fucking hurt.

Cracking his knuckles for a totally unrelated reason guys don't worry.

Emily was pretty stern with him before letting him into her little nursing room that she made for injuries after matches.

Don't apply extra stress on the wound.

Allow for proper rest.

Don't let them apply for matches until their face is at LEAST 77% healed and that's if we're being generous.

As Emily listed off the rules, Naib just got more agitated.

Had something like. Actually gone wrong?

And once he saw you. Holy fucking shit.

Memories came flooding back.

It was like. Actively sort of triggering him. Looking at you like that.

As Emily applied the final bandages to your face to make sure you wouldn't get infected, he couldn't look at you.

Not that he thought you were ugly, no no. It was. Physically painful to see the one he utterly adored to be in that position.

A position his friends were in so long ago.

He tries to get you to rat out who did it. He just wants to talk.

Once the healing is done and it turns out you've lost an eye. He honestly feel sick, for you. Again, he isn't any less attracted to you. But it's. It's so raw for him. It takes him a while to feel okay.

He has war trauma guys.

🍩𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 🍩

He's a little more careless than Naib, so when he heard about an accident in a duos match.. He didn't really bat an eye.

You were tough, he trusted you. Although, he'd still pretty fucking upset. Like. Come on. How the hell did that even happen in the first place? In fact, the news that an "accident" occurred kind of unnerved him.

And like Naib, Emily gave him a run down on how to treat the wound. Which he could only scoff at.

He knew how to treat a wound like that. Especially a facial wound.

*vaguely gestures to his face*

And. GOD. his reaction to your face.

FUCK DUDE.

It hurts him knowing that you've gone through the EXACT same thing that he has.

Unlike Naib, he doesn't struggle to look at you from guilt. No. He doubles down.

He's extra attentive to you, although he basically discards Emily's advice, he handles it in his own... Mr Mole sort of way.

⚰️ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 ⚰️

He's pretty expressionless on the daily. It's hard to read his eyes especially with the mask, so when someone br𝐪oke the news that something happened to you during a match.. It was hard to gauge his reaction.

Internally, he was pretty conflicted actually.

One half - was he finally allowed to preserve you for your beauty? No scar or scratch or anything could ever doubt your luminescence to him.

On the other half -

If you weren't already dead...

ARE YOU OKAY?

He was stressed, very stressed.

Anyways. He's actually not a germaphobe as one would expect from the gloves and the mask. So when Emily advised him to watch after you carefully, he listened cautiously.

Once he saw your face

He didn't flinch.

"Oh dear,... Poor [Y/N]...are you feeling alright?"

Probably the only time Emily saw him actually interact with someone like.. A normal human ngl.

Aesop doesn't blink twice.

When I say nothing could tear his eyes from you, I mean nothing.

Lost eye, half scarred face, burnt skin smelling like a chicken dinner.

He truly believes you are the most beautiful th. FINE. FINE. HE'LL PUT DOWN THE SYRINGE :((

U don't love him anymore.... And u hate him 😔 u want him dead /j

[bl4nk-card]

hi! are you taking requests?

if so may i please request aesop with a necromancer s/o? preferably female but g/n works too :>

" Art of the Dead.

⚰️ ~ > aesop carl & f! [necromancer] reader (you ♡)

prompt: the embalmer has always sought to find someone who admired death just as he so heavily did. even if it meant 'accidentally' coming into contact with the manor's barricaded doors, who he found who he is soon to be bound to.

⚠️ tw / cw: mentions of sacrifice & bullying, manipulation (?)

✧༺♥༻ PAST

the mouth of the public had always been driven by mockery and distain, furthermore for individuals deemed 'different'. there was no way to avoid the mistreatment and judgement, both of which were served like an unwelcomed meal.

the prying eyes left no room for comfort or solitude. they were always there, jeering and hurling at him --- even when they have stopped long ago. it had driven him to a sense of doubt and uncertainty.

they never understood, those foolish ones. they picked on him for his favor and the particular fascination he found in the art of death; who were they to point when they could not understand the beauty of the afterlife?

needless to say, aesop drifted far into his admiration for the dead. after all, he seeks to know what they do not. he will uncover the emergence of the afterlife as no one has. even if that meant coming into contact with the manor's phantom, who has remained unspoken about.

and that was when he saw it for the first time.

a soul, neither alive or dead.

the manor's long-forgotten necromancer, (name), whose name was mentioned ever so little all around.

peeking through the door in a careful, curious matter, the embalmer watched with a fascination at such peak he could almost fall from his position. in the room, which happened to have been open that fateful evening, had not been unlocked in so long. was this the secret behind the door?

the luminescent air seemed to grow ever so ominously behind her. yet instead of feeling fear, the embalmer only felt himself drawn closer. was it his curiosity or his relief to have finally found someone who was different?

within the ticks of time --- seconds and minutes --- aesop cautiously entered the room. he may have entered the manor's hidden room as he saw it, but perhaps he's traversed into something much bigger.

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time may have grown old. but the rumors and cruelty around the manor have not; and once more, aesop found himself in the process of fleeing from the company of the others. their words, their points, their assumptions, their---- ... was it all anew?

regardless, the residents' taunts reached his ears, his mind, as they always have. and he found himself at the grace of the old, wooden door he now knew so well. with a soft grunt of struggle, he pushed it open, forcing the hinges to creak unceremoniously.

" (name), " he sighed before entering the room and locking it behind him with a twist of his wrist. aesop then tiredly approached the ghostly figure of the lady, hesitantly reaching a hand to her own.

" my dearest, " she whispered back before guiding him towards her. could it have been from the effervescent shine of fate or his own doom that he met her? " tell me, did it happen again? "

the embalmer nodded. he held onto her tighter, seeking for the warmth he had long been denied.

(name) held him tighter against her 'warmth', almost roughly pulling him closer.

' they will never understand. ' she breathed out. ' but you do know that they don't have to understand, no? '

he nodded, the breathy sound embraced by (name)'s own hum of affection. she combed her fingers through his hair, the action graced with the slightest aggression as she tightened her grip.

' they do not know you, ' she hushed, pressing her nails deeper into his skin. it was almost painful. ' and they may never know you at all. but i do. '

aesop raised his head, and upon doing so, he is tugged forward towards her newest, most delightful project. it was presented with absolute agony. he swore he could see the familiar hand of someone he once knew so well --- not in a lovely, flowery way.

' you have always admired the dead. respected them, paid your grace, ' (name) went on, ' yet you have never realized how ... easy it is to see the dead at their weakest. their absolute strength demolished, torn apart. look ahead, '

she urged the embalmer to look at the nearly-unrecognizable ruins of his foes.

' does it not appeal to you to see suffering and agony plaguing those who have done you wrong? '

' give it a chance, will you ...? see death as an advantage.. '

warred with confusion and his utter devotion to the necromancer, aesop was tugged between redirecting his views of the afterlife and keeping his own.

' however, ' (name) continued, ' to be dead is to be sworn, whether it'd be to fate, a new life, or ... another person. dearest, you have also failed to see this. and it is time i show it to you first-hand. '

within short, unmeasured seconds, aesop was pulled into her embrace once more before a painful pressure surged through his heart. looking down, he witnesses the scene as he was---

sacrifices under (name) had always seemed so pain-driven. except she did his so gently, so carefully compared to all the others. sacrifice? no,

she was binding them together. welcoming him to the depths of the dead and the not, pulling him to cross the border.

' you crave peace, you crave love. the love you have longed to feel. and i am here to provide all that you need, ' she hissed, holding him still. ' so long as you are bound to me, so long as we are sworn, then i will do everything it takes to set you apart from your misery with them. '

' (name), ' the embalmer could only tense up. but instead of pulling away, of fleeing, he pulled in. just as he did the first night they met, he refused to leave.

' nothing bad will happen, you are fine, ' she responded, almost softly. ' things can only delve ridiculously if you so choose to return to them. '

and with those hushed words, as if he had signed his very life away, the embalmer could only lean into her as she bound them for ... life? the afterlife? he no longer knew.

he cared no more for what would happen, so long as he is set to a path with the only one he deemed similar to him.

warming up to her touch, the embalmer's eyes fluttered ever so softly, his hand grasping hers as he sought for reassurance. his cheek was caressed.

and so were his lips as they met with the necromancer's, concluding the deal.

for eternity, they will last. they will reign; driven apart by isolation, united by the distaste of society till time's end.

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|| a/n: hii! i've taken this request, and i hope it's what you were hoping for! i tried, and i'm sorry it's quite lengthy and a little ooc, i hope you like it regardless. <3

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HELLO EVERFYNYAN

can i request ganji and aesop with a modern s/o hcs who listens to lofi and/or rnb to help them unwind after a match? just like helps their mind and body slow down after such a high-stress and high-tension situation..

HARROOOO ^_^ of course!!!!!

ganji gupta and aesop carl with an s/o who listens to rnb/lofi hcs🏏⚰️

ganji gupta🏏

ganji is not someone who's ultra picky about music tbh

like, if something is new to him he might be confused or intrigued at first, but he comes to terms with it quite quickly

when it's you who's relaxing after a match, then he always tags along😭 just spawns in your room and plops down on the bed by your side, inching closer to you and fulfilling his duty of The Big Spoon™

he doesn't even notice when you turn on the music tbh??? like he's so accustomed to the already relaxing atmosphere of your room that the noise just blends in

the fact that he's half asleep from the second he lays near you really doesn't help it

you'll have to point it out to him.... he's a bit eepy but he will comment on the music, saying it's quite good

he likes old rnb the most! he really, really likes the gospel/soul roots it has. something leaning towards jazz, like sade, might really suit him

not a music nerd as expected so if you go on and show him some streams/playlist he won't say much other than "mhm/nice/yeah?/that's neat" etc. but he still enjoys the quality time

+ and the fact that you're showing him something you're passionate about :)))))))) he's always willing to learn even if he doesn't have much knowledge on music in the first place

for him, as long as it sounds pleasant to his ears, it's good music

aesop carl⚰️

aesop, on the other hand, is VERY picky

he doesn't listen to music much but when he does, everything has to be perfect. noise cancelling headphones? on. equalizer? adjusted to a T. volume? not too loud, but not too quiet either.

in conclusion he's not a fan of anything loud lol. i do think that, out of music, he would really like classical music (i'd say like...romanticism or classicism? maybe add a few modern composers into the mix) and goth music (bauhaus enjoyer aesop real don't @ me) .... you can't really miss with good old dvořak and goth music, on the other hand, is quite calming to him, he really enjoys the vocals and the lyricism

so he'll come into your room, finally finding enough strength to tag along with you after a match, and actually be pleasantly suprised!

might not fit his style or his usual repertoire, but he has to admit it's quite calming

and it does put him at ease of some kind... i mean, it can't be bad if it's not extremely loud, right?

i think he might like reading with lo-fi in the background cccc:

when he's not using his trusty headphones he prefers analog music... poor aesop will go and ask you if there's any purchaseable lo-fi vinyls out there lol

he'd be very interested in exchanging music recommendations w/ you!!! link him some of your favourite songs and he'll hand you some of his favourite vinyls/lps c:

[eunxhan]

❝In a world full of misery and uncertainty, it is a great comfort to know that, in the end, there is light in the darkness.❞

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Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ Hi!! Can I please have some yandere stuff for Aesop Carl and Luca Balsa from Idenity V? Tysm <3 (gn reader?)

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ I'm not sure what have gone through my mind in this one, it's kind of ooc..

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR.

Reader & Genre ⨾ GN!Reader, You/Yours ( In Aesop, Reader is manipulative)

Words used ⨾ 1,799 words 10,171 characters

Character ⨾ YAN!ASEOP CARL, YAN!LUCA BALSA

ART CREDIT ⨾ @tkt_spl on twt

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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Ꮺ ⨾ AESOP CARL —

Aesop Carl, as a member of a close-knit group of survivors, plays an important role in protecting the others in the group. However, his desire to keep his beloved safe may lead him to isolate you from other group members, either physically or emotionally. This is indicative of a type of yandere known as the "protective yandere". A protective yandere is a character who is extremely obsessive and possessive of their love interest, and will go to great lengths to ensure the safety and well-being of their beloved. They exhibit controlling and manipulative behaviors, such as isolating their love interest from others or monitoring their activities, but they do so out of a genuine desire to protect the one they love.

In Aesop's case, his desire to protect you is a driving motivation for many of his actions. He become jealous and/or paranoid when other group members interact with you, often feeling a sense of ownership or entitlement over your love interest. leading him to keep you close by, physically or emotionally, as a way to protect you from perceived threats. his intentions may be pure but his actions can result feeling suffocated or isolated.

He is on the lookout for any potential threats to you and will take extreme measures to keep you safe and close to him. His behavior can range from innocent over-affection to outright controlling and manipulative tactics, all in an effort to protect you. Making you feel suffocated and isolated from the rest , causing you discomfort, stress and tension in your relationship with Aesop.

He views you as an extension of himself, rather than a separate person with their own desires and feelings, and becoming overly controlling and possessive. He may try to limit your interactions with others, or even physically isolate you, in order to "protect" you from potential harm. From what you're both going through, Isn't it right for him to protect you? To isolate you? To threaten everyone around you to be away from you?

despite his controlling nature, Aesop is also be capable of showing deep love and affection towards you. He's extremely attentive and supportive of your needs, and may go to great lengths to make you happy and safe. But wanting you to talk with others? Be out? Enjoying your freedom? Oh I'm sorry..

If you begin to avoid Aesop and/or lash out on him because of his behavior, Aesop feels hurt or angry by your rejection of his affectionate behaviors, causing him to become even more possessive and controlling in an effort to "keep" you in his orbit. Making you feeling even more smothered and trapped, potentially leading to a spiral of conflicts and escalating controlling behaviors from him.

If you continue to act selfless during in your trials, it indicates that you're willing to put the group's needs above your own. This selfless behavior can be seen as a positive trait by many, but for Aesop? Oh no, he'll not let you do anything.

If others or even the killers would hurt you, Aesop becomes extremely protective and angry. He'll lash out physically or verbally at anyone he sees as a threat to your safety. Becoming overly obsessive and possessive, trying to keep you close to him at all times. He may also blame himself for not being able to protect you and feel a sense of guilt and shame for not being able to save you. Leading to isolate himself for awhile and withdraw into his own thoughts and emotions, becoming more withdrawn and guarded.

Becoming determined to find and punish the person responsible for hurting you so, even if it means putting himself and others at risk. aesop would be driven by a deep sense of protectiveness and love for you, willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness and well-being.

If you become angry with Aesop for isolating and protecting you, Aesop may feel a deep sense of guilt and shame. He may question whether he has been doing the right thing, and may begin to doubt his actions. He may become withdrawn and distant, trying to figure out how he can make things right.

Again, if you avoids him , Aesop may experience a sense of abandonment, feeling as though you no longer want to be around him. He may become anxious and desperate to rectify the situation, going to great lengths to win back your affection. In private, he may become extremely emotional and plead with you to listen to him, trying to explain his actions and apologize for any harm he has caused. He'll act as if he doesn't care whenever there's around, but once you guys are alone, he'll be on his knees hugging your waist not letting you go anywhere.

Aesop Carl can also be surprisingly gentle and compassionate towards you. He often shows his love through small acts of kindness and affection, and is quick to apologize when he feels he has wronged you but this doesn't often. You have to beg for him to even look at you just to talk to him.

Ꮺ ⨾ ONESHOT —

Right when everyone's asleep, you hear strange noises coming from outside your room. You rise from your bed and approach the door, but as you listen closer, you don't hear any footsteps or voices. Instead, there's only a soft, rumbling noise, like someone's mumbling under their breath. You slowly open the door, and as you peek out into the hallway, you see Aesop standing Infront of you but before you could say anything. He launched at you, wrapping his arms around you.

His whole body is shaking, and his eyes look wild and scared. He's mumbling something to himself, but you can't make out what he's saying. You move closer to him, asking if everything is okay. He buries his face into your shoulder and whispers to you, "everything's dangerous, everything's dangerous, come to me for protection."

You try to calm him down, but he's shaking so hard, you can feel his whole body trembling against you. You hold him close, trying to soothe him, but he just keeps whispering about the dangers outside. He's hyperventilating, and his grip on you is tight, almost painful

"I can't let them take you away from me."

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Ꮺ ⨾ LUCA BALSA —

Luca is a complicated and conflicted yandere. He has a deep attraction to you and can't help but feel drawn to you, but he also feels immense guilt and shame for his feelings. He may try to push you away or ignore yoi as a way to suppress his emotions, but his fascination and obsession with you will win out. He could be seen as someone who is torn between his attraction and his emotions, and this internal conflict could cause him to lash out and become impulsive. His feelings towards you will likely be intense and possessiveness, but he also might be terrified of what he's capable of because of those feelings. He's very conflicted and confused about his emotions and how to handle them.

He struggles with his own emotions, feeling ashamed for his attraction to them and often trying to repress or eliminate these feelings. This is indicative of a type of yandere known as the "conflicting yandere".

His desire to protect you may stem from a desire to keep you safe from harm, he's completely aware of what he's doing to you but feel guilty or ashamed for those feelings, often trying to hide or deny them.

He may project his own confusion and conflict inward, directing it towards you as a way to cope. He insults you at every opportunity, calling you names and making you feel insecure as a way to keep you close. He also have a warped sense of affection, thinking that insults are an acceptable way to show love. He's motivated by a desire to keep you close and under his control.

His behavior can be extremely confusing and concerning. His insults towards you is emotionally damaging. His love and affection may be a way to manipulate or control you. One moment he's spouting out insults at you just to keep his pride but later he's all over you, apologizing and showering you with affection no matter how uncomfortable you are.

He feel a sense of entitlement towards you and believe that it's his right to treat you however he wants. as controlling behavior, such as deciding what you can or cannot do. Luca may feel entitled to your time, attention, and affection.

If you happen to be not afraid of speaking your mind and express your opinions. He thinks of it as a threat to his own sense of control and dominance in the relationship. He see it as a personal attack on his self-esteem and pride, which he value highly and feel the need to defend. he's angry and resentful towards you, and lash out in an attempt to regain a sense of control and power on you.

Luca will try to purposely hurt you in any way possible and then takes care of your injuries afterwards. Tripping you Infront of the killer and then helping you out once you call for his help.

If you even try to leave or escape from his grasp, you'll wake up screaming in pain. Looking down just to see your legs are gone. He is extremely observant and pays attention to even the smallest details about you. which can be both endearing and unsettling.

Typical yandere things.. Always intensely possessive and jealous, often feeling threatened by anyone who shows interest in you.

He struggles with his emotions and often has difficulty communicating them effectively, leading to explosive outbursts of anger or emotion. He can be very manipulative and will use whatever means necessary to get what he wants, even to the detriment of you.

Ꮺ ⨾ ONESHOT —

As Luca stood at the top of the stairs, he couldn't believe what he had just done. He had pushed you off the stairs, and now you were lying on the ground, injured. The guilt and regret that he felt were overwhelming... And also anger filling up inside of him.

He quickly descended the stairs and knelt down beside you, his hands shaking as he examined you injuries. He had caused this, and he had to make it right.

"This is why you need to be with me, you can't even help yourself up."

You lay in his arms, silent as he carried you. You were in shock, and the pain was almost unbearable. he lays you down on the couch, he quickly retrieved a first aid kit and began to treat your injuries. He was surprised by how proficiently he could work while his hands were shaking.

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[shinne55]

**Call an Exorcist! **

Aesop Carl Exorcit x neutral reader

Summary: Our embalmer is mistaken for an exorcist, much to his misfortune, and he never expected what was about to happen.

As Aesop crossed the building’s door, his mind was in a completely different, peaceful, and calm place, judging by his breathing. After the storm had stopped a few minutes earlier, he was dry from head to toe. With one hand holding his casket and the other holding the specific beats of his heart.

It wasn’t until late at night that they mistook him for an exorcist. They were confused by his connection to death due to his job as an embalmer, and their desperation for help, since no church was open during the week.

Considering the state of his appearance and attire—clothes he wouldn’t wear in his work uniform—he’d donned them because of the Halloween season and to seem more "confident" to clients. It seemed a complete lack of respect to him, so he didn’t wear it for that purpose, but he wouldn’t let the wasted fabric and effort go to waste.

A black and red leather suit with sharp spikes and studs. He repeated to himself that it was a token of gratitude for the gift, but even so, he didn’t find it comfortable to wear. By nighttime, after finishing a task that took longer than usual, he gathered his things and left for home. Apparently, with that appearance, he didn’t get annoying greetings or daily questions. Instead, he received a couple of stares and flirtatious glances from some young women.

Around the halfway point of his normal route, they caught him, told him their situation, and knelt, begging for help. The situation was difficult, so he tried to explain and leave, only to find himself in front of this exclusive apartment building, with a vague idea of what to do and search for.

Once inside, a sweet voice echoed down the hotel hall, known for being one of the most expensive in the city, as if the echo came from a place much larger than this new building.

What if they took it as a silly joke? He started to eye the door, planning to leave, until:

"Let me guess. First time with an undead?"

His heartbeats suddenly raced toward the ceiling, and his casket fell to the ground, stirring up a bunch of objects, including:

"Makeup? A Bible?" His slender figure caught his attention, especially because he wasn’t anywhere on the floor but rather in the darkest corner of the ceiling.

Quickly, the pale young man picked up the most important items: a crucifix and the old black Bible with brown pages.

"You look too young to be an exorcist..." He made an effort to provoke a reaction from him. "Don’t speak my language? Hi, hello, Buongiorno, hallo, Bonjour." Without any desire to talk, he just continued, unenthusiastically. "If you want, you can speak?"

As the creature—you—approached comfortably from afar, the young man raised a crucifix high, hidden in his pocket. Apparently, the small metal tool was what had originally given him peace of mind.

"I command you! Leave this place!"

"...Clear and loud. What a nice voice." In a blink, your silhouette, surrounded by darkness, stood face to face with the exorcist. "I’m surprised you're still standing. For someone who looks more dead than alive."

Aesop’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t fall backward, but his posture wavered forward, and then he regained his balance with one leg moving backward.

"But you’re no use. Your blood stinks. It’s a waste of food. Instead..." Your long, thin hands touched his temple. "That man you're after has the purest, most vibrant blood I’ve smelled in years."

"I... I command you, if you don’t leave soon, I’ll have no choice but to exorcize you, succubus!"

Three ellipses hung in the air.

"How persistent. Wait, did you just call me a succubus?"

At the new sight, the exorcist almost stifled a growl from your overwhelming gaze. And no wonder, you didn’t have horns or a demon’s tail. You weren’t naked or had an inhuman skin color. Instead, your skin was as pale as transparent, with long canine teeth and an androgynous appearance that captivated the eyes, like those clients he had just embalmed and made up.

"Ahhh, no one’s ever confused me for one before~ You find me that attractive?" And without letting him speak, you answered yourself. "No, no. Don’t answer. I already know the answer."

Neither man nor woman, he couldn’t tell what you were. He looked at you, then at the tool.

"...Why didn’t it work?"

"Ah, those things don’t work on me," you revealed.

"What are you!? You mistook the demon, didn’t you? Isn’t it obvious? I’m a vampire."

"Mr. Alonso showed signs of being manipulated in his dreams by a demon. Insomnia. Pallor and lack of strength. Everything pointed to a succubus-type demon."

"Not far off, congratulations. But I’m a vampire, not a succubus."

"Still, I can’t let you go. That man’s family entrusted me with this task," the exorcist clarified. "He’s far away, under care, receiving the help he needs."

"He won’t get far without me. He’s just a man. Look, confusing me with that is another level. Hm? Now that I see you better, why haven’t you run? Aren’t you afraid of me?"

His fist turned white from the pressure of his own hand.

"I’m facing death. I’ve never been so scared."

"You’re not scared of me?"

"Of course, I feel my pulse turning into a torrent and my heartbeats becoming a ticking clock. But I have another way out. I can’t flee from here."

"You’re a different human. How troublesome."

Aesop swallowed, as if several needles were going down his throat. Your body revealed itself closer to him, and he could even feel that your presence emitted no scent, no heartbeat, no sweat. You were, to his surprise, like a living corpse.

"So, is this where my life ends?"

"I suppose so."

"Who will embalm my body?"

"...Do you really accept your own death?"

He frowned, an odd calm overtook him, and beneath the mask, his nervous tone seemed more... calm and sad.

"I never had certainty of how my end would come," he said, "that bothered me. If I had the option, it was clear I would prefer a quick death, one with little effort."

"Have you been waiting for this?"

"Always."

He seemed lost in his thoughts.

You reached his shoulder, caressing his chin and bringing your hand down to his neck.

"Your blood is very sour," you said. "I really don’t like having to do this."

"I’m sorry."

He was serious. The boy stood very stiffly, but with those words, his spine relaxed.

"Before I kill you, let me ask you something," you said, pulling your mouth away from his neck. "Why would a young man like you have waited for death? Doesn’t your father concern you?"

"My parents are dead."

You felt a little guilty. His words sounded laden with pain and suffering. Maybe it happened years ago, but the pain hadn’t disappeared.

"How sad. And your friends?" you asked. The exorcist denied everything. "The rest?"

"The living people... they... are annoying," he replied. "The dead aren’t, they can’t speak, they can’t hear, they can’t respond."

"True, still, it remains unpleasant."

"Death is comforting."

His lackluster and depressed attitude exhausted you. You were giving him too much empathy.

"What’s your problem?" you asked. "No one accepts their death and waits for it so eagerly."

You should’ve ended this from the beginning. You didn’t know why you prolonged the conversation. The man wasn’t particularly attractive, 80% of his face was covered by a mask, and his graying hair. His voice was pleasant, but it wasn’t enough to let him talk this much.

"My name is Aesop Carl, and I’m not an exorcist," he said, bowing his head. Hands together, eyes closed, he seemed to be praying. "I’m an embalmer. I don’t know what deep emotions are, because when I feel them intensely, I can’t feel anything else... But please, I want to ask you to make my body recognizable." In a whisper, the embalmer added in a tone so low that no human should be able to hear, and which was actually just for himself: "I would like to see."

An embalmer. In that outfit, he didn’t look like an exorcist; it seemed like a costume, not even an embalmer. And he was quite young. From what you assumed, those jobs required years of preparation and experience. It was... a situation that encompassed quite a few strange things.

"You don’t have to worry about that," you said, tapping your temples. "There’s a way you can serve me."

"How is that possible?"

As much as you were at ease, you pulled away from his neck and the refreshing scent beneath. You made a small incision across your chest. A small hole.

"By taking my blood, you’ll die," you said. "It will be a clean death, but it will take longer. You’ll have a new life."

"Take longer?" Aesop repeated.

"To be reborn," you said. "You’ll be able to attend your own embalming and funeral. Then I’ll find you, and I’ll free you."

"What do you want in exchange?"

You were expecting that question.

"Your full trust and will " you said. "You’ll sustain your life from my blood. If I die, you die. If my life continues, you’ll stay until the end of time, you’ll be my companion. Simple. So tell me, do you accept, embalmer, no, sorry, Aesop Carl?"

He seemed reluctant.

"Will I be completely alone?"

"As long as I’m here, you won’t feel me, but I will be here, and when you wish, you’ll have whatever you want."

He furrowed his brows.

"Don’t say it like that."

"Like what?" you asked. "I thought you didn’t have a dirty mind."

He made a dismissive gesture to your overly confident implications... At the same time, the crimson began to stain your shirt. The hole in your chest leaked darker blood.

"You’re taking too long."

"Alright," he said. "I’ll do it."

You couldn’t resist widening your smile, and he crossed into a sort of embrace or attempt at union. You signaled that he should drink the blood.

"That sounds very unhygienic."

"For a careful embalmer, it is." you said. "For a creature that lives off it, it’s normal. It even depends on the subject, age, sex, or part of the body. It tastes different. Before you shared, you remember tastes of food and flavors. Some taste like cake, others spicy or sweet."

"This is what you must do if you want to die."

A cold shiver passed as you felt his tongue move along your skin, with a delicacy that wasn’t typical when they delayed... He was still inconsistent and broken in how he tried to seem relaxed.

"You know, it’s not necessary for it to be a particular part of my body." you said.

Aesop lifted his head, surprised, with his eyes wide open like a hungry puppy who didn’t understand what he was doing.

"You’re sick." he said, barely managing to maintain his composure.

"Thanksss♡." you said, your smile widening with satisfaction and irony.

Soon enough, after layer upon layer of hesitation, his heart stopped beating. His breathing ceased.

"You can stop if you want." you said softly, as if giving him an out.

He didn’t respond. Instead, his only answer was a deep bite into your flesh. He looked at his hands, stained with your blood, his clothes soaked, and his cheeks flushed with more color than he had ever shown. It was a mix of a real blush and the crimson of your blood. He no longer looked gloomy and pale. Now, for the first time, he looked alive.

"Don’t cover your mouth." you said, wiping the corner of his lips with your knuckles, removing the trace of blood left there.

He didn’t seem worried about stopping breathing; it wasn’t necessary. You didn’t need it either.

His eyes fixed on your smile, almost captivated. Then he looked at his own bare, trembling hands, covered in your blood. He watched the wounds on your skin healing quickly, as if nothing had happened.

His hands, once timid and trembling, became bitter, twisted over time. Yet, they slowly drowned in a sweetness unknown to him that he now felt coming from you. Maybe it was addiction, or perhaps simply resignation.

"I’m sorry." Aesop murmured, his voice full of regret.

"It’s fine." you replied. "You were just hungry."

You didn’t take long to pull away slightly, giving him space. You knew from reputation what it felt like to be displaced from your life. You had to be gentle with his death.

"We’ll meet on the other side," you said finally, letting the silence envelop the room.

As you moved away into the shadows, your figure now holding a corpse, you carefully placed it outside the building, in the darkness, as if you had never been there, and you disappeared.

You had a task to finish.

[dtmacgxstorys]

Aesop Carl X Reader!

This is an Aesop Carl/Embalmer X Gender Neutral Fluff! Probably some cursing. (I never have a solid plan, I just write whatever comes to mind!)

Note: Aesop doesn't love easily and probably wouldn't show it in normal ways. I do NOT see him as a yandere, though!

Sign note: I Am An Aesop Mine! I love him SO Much!

You have lived in The Oletus Manor for almost 4 years. You're a friend group consists of Eli Clark, Andrew Kreiss, Victor Grantz, Tracy Reznik, Luca Balsa & surprisingly Aesop Carl. Aesop It's a very reserved man. He would much rather spend this time tending to the dead than talk to others. One day, 2 years ago, you were trying to get away from everybody and accidentally find his secret Oasis. Behind a painting, there is a little hallway that leads to the little room. Aesop has in the room at the time.

"What are you doing here? How did you find this place?" Aesop asked you. "I'm so sorry, I just wanted to have some peace and quiet & this painting moved & so I went behind in an-" He cut you off by saying: "You may stay as long as you stay quiet." "... t-thank you." Is all you said before sitting across from Aesop. A few months ago, while sitting in silence in that room, Aesop surprise you by saying: "... you know, I actually don't mind your company." "T-thanks, Aesop." You said, hoping he can't see your blushing face or hear your pounding heart. You are the type of person who falls in love hard & fast. You didn't need to know anything about him to fall for Aesop, but him saying that maybe you almost to lose your mind.

Shortly after that incident, your friends found out about your crush. "You have a crush on Aesop!?" Both Luca & Tracy said at the same time in disbelief. "... really!? HIM!?" Victor said with a little bit of venom in his voice. "... are you sure, Y/N?" Eli asked. "You guys are acting like I said that I'm in love with a demon! Have any of you even truly talked with him?" Your friends all looked at each other when you asked a question. "... he's an Embalmer who much rather talk w-with corpses than the living." Andrew finally spoke up. "So!? That doesn't mean, No, I KNOW that doesn't make him a bad person!" You spate out. "Y/N, that's not what we are trying to say!" "He doesn't have human emotions." Victor said, hugging Wick close to him.

A few months after Aesop told me he didn't mind your company, you heard a knock at your door, but when you opened it, nobody was there. You look down to see a letter and a golden rose. The front of the letter said, "Open in three days." "Pritty handwriting, I wonder who it's from." You think to yourself. Two days after reserving the letter, Aesop approached you at breakfast & timidly asked, "... c-can I join you?" "Of course!" You said. Luca & Tracy almost never wake up for breakfast, Andrew & Victor were sitting elsewhere, so for today at least, it was just you & Eli. "...are you good, Aesop?" Eli asked. "I'm fine." Aesop told him.

Aesop also asked to join you for dinner, but, unfortunately, for both of you, Luca, Victor & Eli were already setting with you. "Why do You want to sit with them anyway?" Victor asked with that same venomous tone as before. "Yeah, get lost(under his breath) you necrophaliac." "What The Fuck Luca!" You Yell at him. "Guys, please, calm down." Eli said. "...I'll just sit elsewhere." Aesop said. "Aesop..." You say, glaring at your friends. "He's a monster, Y/N." Victor said. "You deserve SO much better." Luca chimes in. "Luca, calling him that was completely uncalled for." You spate at Luca.

You couldn't even finish dinner. You just stormed off to your room after yelling at Luca. You flop face first on to your bed. Some time passed by, and you're starting to regret not eating. You heard a knock at the door, and you expected to see Eli with some kind of health snack. He did have food, but it was Aesop. He couldn't make eye contact with you, though. "... I noticed that you didn't eat dinner, so, I brought you snacks." He said. "Thank you Aesop! Would you like to come in for a while?" You ask him. He just stands there for a moment, even though you can't see his face that well, you can tell that he's a little shocked. Without saying anything, he comes into your room.

He sits at the foot of your bed and hands you your favorite fruit bar. "Thank you Aesop." You said sitting next to him, but not too close. You didn't want to scare him off. "So,... do you want to talk or sit in comfortable silence?" You ask him. "Silence, please, but, please est." He said. "Oh, ok!" Is the last thing you said before opening your fruit bar & eating it. Sometime after you finished, he asked, "you still don't mind being near me despite all the rumors around me?" "Yes, I don't believe any of them!" You replied. "And you don't mind that I work on the dead?" "No." You said looking at him with a small smile. His quickly looks away after making eyes contact you.

"You ok Aesop?" "... h-have you read my letter yet?" "Oh, it's from you!? No! You wrote on it on it to open it in three days. That's tomorrow." You replied, a little bit surprised to learn it from him like this. "So I can trust you!" He said, looking at you. He pulls down his mask, you can only see his beautiful unmacked face for a moment before he kisses you on the lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly close him and kiss him back. You are pleasantly surprised to feel him scoot closer to you & place his hand on the back of your head & run his gloved fingers through your hair.

After a little while of passionately kissing, you both pull away for air. "... I never thought I would feel this way for anyone again." "Again!?" You ask him. "... I don't want to talk about it right now." "Ok, so what do you want to do?" "... to tell you the truth, I want to spend tonight cuddle you and holding you close." "Sound good to me!"

End!

[yoshinoritoshi]

Adorable...

I wish I was playing the game when this event was around cause now all I can do is look at screenshots and gameplay longingly...

But isn't he just the cutest? I think he'd just be so awkward when he realizes he's in love for the first time, ehehe....

[turbulentscrawl]

Most-to-Least Protective: Survivor Guys

I had less time to write before work today, but some good inspo so I whipped up this example for the ranking requests I take! For this one I just used the ten who came to mind and who im probably most familiar with

This is meant in general terms, not just for in Matches. The primary situations I considered for this are heated arguments, physical altercations, and near-death experiences. The ranking considers their responses to these situations, as well as how strong their protective feelings are.

MOST 🔻

Naib would do just about anything in defense of a loved one. Argue, fight, kill, anything. It’s not like he hasn’t done it all before anyway. Naib refuses to lose anyone else, it’s not even an option to him. If someone tried to make it happen anyway? He’s enraged beyond giving his usual mercy of a quick death. He’s gonna make it hurt.

Andrew is not super likely to argue on your behalf, unless you count cussing someone out as “arguing.” In which case it’s like 50/50. He’s more willing to step in physically. He doesn’t want to be a glorified meat-shield, but if your life were in danger he would 100% crack someone over the head with his shovel. He won’t intentionally kill someone for you but it may happen, depending on how that shovel lands. He won’t feel bad about it either way. He’s already an angry guy, and it’s even more intense when you’re in danger.

Kevin would initiate an argument on your behalf. Also very willing to throw hands on your behalf and doesn’t care if he gets hurt. He really doesn’t want to kill anyone, but if there’s no other choice he will. Your safety as his loved one comes before anyone else’s, even his own. Surprisingly, he becomes more level-headed and calculating as the danger to you increases. In other words, he’s at his most emotional in a verbal argument.

Norton mostly trusts you to handle your own issues, but if you’re obviously uncomfortable or intimidated he’ll place himself between you and the threat. Might get into a fight for you if it were serious, but his preferred way to handle things would be dealing petty revenge behind the scenes. (or, during a personality flip, violent revenge.) He would kill someone for you if there was no other way. His feelings are more intense than his actions normally suggest, but he’s concerned about going too far like he did in the mining accident.

William is a large, strong guy, who’s very rough in his sports but not so much outside them. He’ll gladly speak up for you if someone’s being a jerk, but he may or may not make the best arguments. He’s happy to be your shield and willing to throw a punch or two if someone else strikes first but, again, he’d rather wrap things up before getting to that point. If he had to, he’d probably kill to protect you, but it would haunt him for the rest of his life. He’s very hot-headed in regards to your safety.

If Victor is one thing, it’s brave. He’s not likely to speak on your behalf, or try to hurt someone for you, but he’s more than willing to place himself in harm’s way if it means he has even a chance of getting you out of it. He always lingers close by if there’s tension in the air so he can pull you behind him at a moment’s notice.

Luca is very likely to step into an argument on your behalf—though in his case it’s more him trying to end the argument rather than engage it. He’s willing to step into danger to guide you out of it, but not to attempt violence. Not because he doesn’t care, but because he knows he’s too weak to be helpful in that way. He’s quite calm up until your life is in immediate danger, at which point he would beg his more-capable friends to save you.

Aesop is not protective in the moment at all. He won’t step in to argue or fight for you, and isn’t very likely to step into life-threatening danger, either. His self-appointed role is healing and comforting you after the fact. And, secretly, plotting revenge. No one ever suspects Aesop as being the type to hold a grudge. But I stand by what I said in his general HCs: if we go by canon, he’s easily one of the most dangerous people in the manor.

Edgar is pretty unhelpful. Listen, listen…you’re supposed to be the tough cookie in this relationship. Edgar has venom for days; he’ll run his mouth off if you want him to, sure, but he’s not throwing himself into danger just because you can’t handle it. If you almost die…well, you’re one of the few things he cares about anymore, so the line must be drawn. If they’re within reach, the culprit ought to watch their backs for a while. And maybe not eat or drink anything they didn’t prepare themselves.

Joker is a lot like Aesop, but there’s like a 90% chance of it being without the revenge bit. He does, in fact, hold grudges, but he’s still not likely to attempt anything against someone. If they did something really horrible to you he’ll look into whatever form of public justice can be dealt to them, even if that just means trying to rally the other members of the manor into shunning them. Unlike Aesop, he’s somewhat likely to try to stop a verbal altercation, but he’s not very assertive and ends up not being much help.

LEAST 🔺