#apathetic indifference to everything else

[mayuurx]

passes over a jar of cheeseballs

a gift for the hole

Your offering is greatly appreciated.

Because you've been kind to the hole TM here's sth extra:

[mewtwo24]

You know idk if it's just me being oblivious af but mxtx sure does enjoy putting her protags through the trolley problem when it comes to her works huh /j

[lovelyhan]

enemies to lovers prompt #10 "I'm not driving home with you..." with mingyu, thx <3

— vices & virtues ⟢

being from one of the most opulent families in the city, you're used to getting everything you want. but when you realize that your hot bodyguard is strictly off-limits, you treat him like anything else you can't have: with unbridled hostility.

★ FEATURING; bodyguard!mingyu x reader

★ WORD COUNT; 5.4k words

★ TAGS; enemies to lovers, unresolved sexual tension, smut

★ WARNINGS; alcohol consumption, cigarettes, implied/referenced drug use, self-destructive behavior in general, (probably inaccurate) discussions about drug poisoning, graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; when i tell you i speedwrote this just in time for mingyu day,,, eugh i love you so much gyugyu and thank you to the anon who sent this in a while back!! this prompt was so tasty to work with!

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, couch sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, dacryphilia, size kink, mating press, overstimulation, creampie

★ SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi

★ MINGYU TAGLIST; @ @renjunphile - @acgyu - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pluviophile-xxx - @pretty-trustme - @zeenanigans - @noveniadelia

When the tiniest sliver of consciousness slips into your inebriated brain, you feel the cold tile of the bathroom floor being pried off your face. Well, more like you're being gently lifted off it, and into the arms of someone warm.

You nearly lean into their embrace until you catch a whiff of that familiar, musky cologne with hint of something like pine. It takes you some effort to keep yourself from bolting out of his grasp and retching your guts out in the toilet again.

You deign to squint your eyes despite the harsh fluorescent light razing your vision. Looking down on you is none other than Kim Mingyu, gaze as indifferent as ever. Unfortunately, you're too drunk or high to figure out how he even found you here, but you know there's no weaseling your way out when your father's little lapdog has tracked you down.

"What're you doing here?" you still ask even if you knew the answer.

It's my job to take care of you.

"It's my job to take care of you," he says the words in the same way you imagined him to—apathetic. Indecipherable.

"Fuck you. I don't need you to take care of me," you scoff. "My friends'll drop me off at my apartment like they always do."

Mingyu rolls his eyes. "You mean the same friends who called me because they're tired of having to clean up after your shit? I don't want to be here either, princess, but I'm actually getting paid to keep you in line, if you hadn't known that yet."

There's something so unfairly attractive in the snark in his tone, and you fucking hate him for it. Mostly, you hate yourself for even thinking that anything about Mingyu is remotely alluring.

In the end, you just tell yourself that you're an objective person. You have eyes, and it won't cost anything to admit that Mingyu is conventionally attractive. Even if you did hate his guts.

Not that he'll ever hear you admit that aloud, though.

You're vaguely aware of how the hem of your too-short dress rides up your thighs as Mingyu rises back to his full height—having no problems carrying you out of the bathroom bridal-style.

Under normal circumstances, you would've struggled. Proved that you could very much handle yourself despite being obviously hammered. But your head is spinning, and your limbs feel like they'll disintegrate any second.

Eyes closed, you press your face into the fine fabric of Mingyu's suit—breathing in the same scent that repulsed you not five minutes earlier in an attempt at anchoring your consciousness.

As Mingyu maneuvers you out of the bathroom, the loud bass blaring from the speakers at the frat party you've decided to attend last minute rings in your eardrums. You don't have to see your surroundings to know you've got onlookers. Those unsubtle comments are clue enough to know you're being watched.

Who is that? Her boyfriend?

No, idiot, that's probably her bodyguard or some shit. Her family's loaded as fuck.

So lucky. If I had a bodyguard like that, I'd totally let him smash.

The real question is: would he let you smash?

Fuck you.

You want to flash them the most disgusted look you could muster. As if you'd stoop low enough to fuck Mingyu, of all people. Don't they know who you are? You could easily let any man or woman you wanted on their knees for you.

You were supposed to stick to your regular routine of getting railed into the next day after a few drinks and sticks, but you obviously got a little too excited about the new strains your friends snuck into the party. Now you're being princess carried by a man you absolutely despise, too shit-faced to even be remotely desired by anyone else at the moment.

Still, never in a million years would you consider having this guy as a bodyguard lucky.

You can tell you're outside when the music starts to fade in the distance and the cold starts to prickle your legs and arms. A somewhat coherent part of you recalls leaving your designer jacket in the coatrack of the frat house, and if you weren't so fucking shit-faced, you would've yelled at Mingyu to go back and get it.

But just before you can consider asking him somewhat nicely, you hear him unlock a car that definitely doesn't sound like yours—making your ears perk up, and your consciousness flood back in much faster.

"What are you—?"

You thrash in Mingyu's arms until he lets you down on the ground—throwing him a stone-cold glare right after. The fact that your pedicured feet are in direct contact with the asphalt makes your rage spike further. How dare this asshole leave your Valentinos behind? He might as well have just left you at the party altogether!

"I'm not driving home with you," you growl.

Mingyu's expression doesn't even budge. "You're not driving. I am."

"Don't try to be fucking smart with me. I'm high, not stupid."

Folding your arms across your chest, you try to pretend that you're not in the middle of the street, arguing with Mingyu as your blood pressure rises to unimaginable heights.

Unfortunately for you, this isn't the first time your friends have left you in the quote-unquote capable hands of your bodyguard. But every time he did, he would always drive whatever car you chose to bring for the occasion and drop you off at your place.

When he brings a car of his own, however...

"You're bringing me straight to the old man," you grumble. "You think he'll appreciate seeing his daughter all wasted at three in the morning? You think he'll be happy with you when he finds out you let me sneak out like this? Are you stupid or do you actually want to get fired?"

"And who told you I was going to bring you to him?" Mingyu shakes his head, letting out a long-winded sigh. "Like I said, I don't want to be here either. The last thing I need is even more overtime after your father sets you straight."

That makes you pause, eyes widening with a hint of mistrust. Mingyu listens to every word his employer says. He's the perfect little lapdog. So perfect that sneaking out for these nightly escapades of yours have grown increasingly difficult with how good he is at finding you and bringing you home.

So hearing him practically say that he won't tattle on you...

"How can I be sure you're not fucking with me? That if I fall asleep in the car, I won't wake up in the courtyard of the old man's stupid mansion?"

"Do I look like I have the energy to deal with both of you at the same time?" he replies sharply, opening the door to the passenger seat with a hint of finality in his actions. "Just get in the fucking car so we can all head to bed before sunrise."

The sound of the house party still in full swing echoes in your ears from the distance. Your skin tingles a little beneath the heat of Mingyu's mildly pissed off gaze, and you let out a shuddering breath to keep yourself from giving the feeling a name.

"Fine."

...

Good news: you made it safely back to your apartment without anyone alerting your father about your true whereabouts.

Bad news: Mingyu just won't fucking leave.

He insisted that you get yourself refreshed with a shower first before he talks to you in the living room. The same guy that right-out said that you should hop in the passenger seat of his car so you'd both be asleep before the sun rises. The clock is already pushing past four in the morning, and Mingyu still insists on lecturing you before he leaves?

You of all people know how obstinate he can be. He's even more stubborn than you are, if you're being completely honest. So even if it wounds your pride to play along with what he has planned, you head back to your living room right after slipping on your usual nightgown—flashing Mingyu a look to remind him you're not at all pleased with whatever bullshit he wants to talk about.

However, your irritation ebbs a little when you see a plate of your favorite cookies sitting on the coffee table, along with a glass of water and a sheet of Advil.

Your gaze drifts from the snacks to your bodyguard, who looks more dressed down than usual. His coat is folded neatly, hanging off one side of your couch, and the first three buttons of his dress shirt are undone.

You gulp, prying your eyes off the sliver of chest he's willingly exposed before seating a respectable distance away.

"What did you want to talk about?" You try to sound casual as you leaned forward, reaching for a cookie and the glass of water without as much initiating eye contact.

"You smoked a few joints at the party, didn't you?"

You take a bite, washing it down with your drink before replying with, "So what if I did? A little kush isn't going to kill anybody, Mingyu."

"We both know 'a little' doesn't exist in your vocabulary, princess," he points out, crossing his arms with an unimpressed look. "Anyway, I'm not your father, so I typically don't care about what drugs you're taste testing every night—"

"Are you implying that you suddenly care now?"

"With a new poisonous marijuana strain circulating in the underground market? Of course I do."

You do a double take on that, staring at him hard as you begrudgingly swallow your cookie, "What? Underground market? And what do you mean poisonous?"

Mingyu lets out another sigh when he leans forward to reach for the box of cigarettes and a lighter you left strewn across your coffee table. You're even more surprised to see him lighting himself a stick and taking a drag than you were when he prepared some snacks and water for you.

"Some Columbian drug cartels thought it would be funny to infiltrate surface-level drug transactions. Long story short, they invented some fucked up strain laced with belladonna and smuggled it into the market under the impression that it's a new sativa strain."

You absolutely have no idea how Mingyu even got ahold of this information, but realizing the implication of his words has your stomach sinking with dread. If what he's saying is true, it's no wonder you were out so fucking quick tonight.

"I'm not gonna die within twenty four hours, right?" you half-joke because, Jesus, you're adventurous with your drugs, but you wouldn't willingly take something that can actually kill you.

To your relief, Mingyu shakes his head. "I don't know the science behind it either, but I was told sativa tones down the poisonous effect of belladonna by a huge margin. The worst you'll experience is a fever and a nasty cough if you don't do anything about it."

"Gee, way to be reassuring."

Mingyu scoffs before taking another drag of his cigarette. Your gaze is riveted on the cut of his jaw as he inhales the smoke with eyes closed. It's only when he flicks the ashes in a small ashtray you left by the small table beside the couch that you realize he's pushed the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows—exposing a good deal of his toned arms.

You immediately take a huge gulp of water, not wanting such unsavory thoughts about an unsavory person to surface now, of all times.

You might be more refreshed after your shower, but if you're starting to ogle Kim Mingyu, the strange joints you've been hitting all night might've messed with your head more than you thought.

"That's why we're going to the doctor tomorrow—"

You scowl. "Like hell I'm going to pay Doctor Yoon a visit. That guy's the biggest tattletale in the world. He'll definitely tell the old man. Oh, and I actually have classes tomorrow if you're forgetting, Mingyu."

"You're pretending to attend those now that it's convenient for you?" He smirks as he breathes out another puff of smoke. "Nice try, princess. But don't worry your pretty little head about it. I'll take you to another doctor I know—someone who won't get us both in trouble by telling your father that you've been smoking bad weed."

"Again, way to be fucking reassuring."

The silence finally settles as you nibble contemplatively on the snacks he brought for you. You're can say for sure that you're most certainly sober now, so Mingyu's words have got you thinking.

But it's a little difficult to think about the state of your health when you've got a sort-of uninvited guest manspreading right next to you on the couch.

"Aren't you going to leave?" you ask. "Just text me what time we're going to visit that doctor friend of yours."

"How would you feel if you got told to scram while you're in the middle of a smoke?" Mingyu flashes you an annoyed look. "For the third time, I don't even want to be here, princess. At least let me have this as compensation for saving your sorry ass."

He's so fucking infuriating.

The rough undercurrent in his voice. The perpetual upward curve of his lips as if he always has the upper hand. His beefy arms. His built chest.

...Not to mention his unexpected thoughtfulness when he decided to stick around and inform you about what you might've gotten yourself into instead of leaving you to fend for yourself. He even brought out your favorite cookies for good measure.

You never really know what to do with Kim fucking Mingyu. He stirs up all sorts of confusing feelings inside your chest at any given time, and frankly, you've had enough of it.

You allow yourself to relish in the pride that swells in your chest when he nearly drops his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray the moment you crawl on top of his lap.

Mingyu's mouth quivers with some sensible words his job description probably requires him to say, but you rob him of his ability to speak when you steal the cancer stick from his fingers. In one long breath, you smoke the cigarette down to the filter—killing it on your ashtray before leaning down to press your lips to his.

With how stunned he is, it doesn't take a lot of effort to pry Mingyu's mouth open, breathing the smoke into his mouth. Once you're satisfied, you pull away with a triumphant smirk.

"Now you're done," you say, making the motions to get off his lap. "I'm heading to bed. Don't wake me up before noon for that doctor's appointment or else I'm going to slash your ti—"

You don't even get to finish that sentence. Mingyu suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed against the couch and he's lying on top of you—both knees planted on either side of your hips as he gazes at you with an ireful glare.

"W-What are you doing?" you whisper, but in spite of the protesting nature of your words, you can't help but feel a pang of white hot desire shoot straight through you when you feel just how big he is now that his body is pressed against yours.

"Teaching a bad girl a lesson," he whispers, grabbing your face roughly. "You can't just pull off shit like that and expect to walk away from it unscathed, princess."

Fuck. That nickname he always uses never fails to get on your nerves on any other day. But when he sounds like that and has you under him like this...

"What are you gonna do about it then?" you ask.

Mingyu chuckles darkly, as he squishes your face with his big, long fingers. You nearly shudder at the thought of what those digits could do to you if you just pushed the right buttons.

"You'll just have to fuck around and find out."

When the pressure of his strong grip leaves your cheeks, confusion paints your features. Mingyu's weight eases off your pliant body almost immediately as well, leaving you to scowl at him incredulously. He doesn't even look at you as he collects his coat from where it hangs off your couch.

But before he can even think about putting it back on, something not so different from a growl resonates deep in your chest as you sit back up—tugging on the collar of his shirt to smash your lips together.

Mingyu all but groans into the kiss, but you're not sure if you can even call it that. There's nothing but hunger fueling the both of you as your tongue slides alongside his, mapping out each other's mouths like your lives depended on it.

You vaguely hear his coat fall to the floor as Mingyu goes back to crowding you against the couch—one of his strong arms circling your waist as he grinds his hips against your middle. It's nearly embarrassing how willing you are to receive his advances.

You, the same person who told your bodyguard you refused to drive home with him, are now making out with said bodyguard at four in the morning.

But then again, who fucking cares?

"You have no idea," he whispers hoarsely against your lips and you let out a stifled moan when you feel the outline of his erection rut against your clothed pussy, "how much you drive me insane. You're such a fucking handful, you know that?"

"I'm glad to know I make your life miserable," you bite back despite the fact that, when Mingyu brings down the straps of your nightgown to expose your breasts to the cool air, you do nothing about it.

Mingyu lets out a harsh laugh. "You're probably into this, aren't you, princess? You like riling me up so much so that I'd snap and teach you a lesson?"

You want to tell him that he's being fucking full of himself if he thinks you've planned this that far back. But with how massive he feels through his trousers alone, you can't say that you don't want him inside you right this second.

It doesn't help that he's giving your chest a generous amount of attention—suckling at your nipples in a way that has you twitching beneath him with sensitivity.

"So what if I am?" you say, testing the limits of what he'll let you get away with. "You talk big about teaching me a lesson but you're being awfully careful with me. Aren't you going to shove your cock down my throat to get me to shut up?"

Mingyu chuckles with a quick shake of his head, like he isn't even taking your words seriously. You let out a sharp yelp when he bites down on one of your breasts—leaving a distinct imprint of his canines on your skin before staring into your eyes.

"I can choke you with my cock next time, princess. For now, I just want to make you come until you're crying for me."

Fuck.

Mingyu wastes no time. He immediately sinks to his knees on the floor, hauling your hips closer to the edge of the couch so that he can hook your thighs over his shoulders. When he realizes that you're not wearing any underwear underneath your flimsy satin nightgown, you swear the noise he makes is near animalistic.

"Don't get f-fucking cocky," you stammer, nerves alight everywhere his lips graze your inner thighs. "I don't usually wear underwear before going to sleep! This wasn't for you."

"It is now," Mingyu says before licking a long stripe from your leaking hole to your aching clit. He holds your thighs far apart as his lips latch onto that little bundle of nerves, alternating with delicious licks at your sensitive folds.

He practically smothers his face into your cunt as he continues his relentless assault on your clit. By the time Mingyu starts to tease his tongue along your entrance, your fingers have found their way into his unruly hair—moans falling from your lips with little concern about appearances.

Mingyu pulls away for a moment, and you nearly snap at him from that alone until he eases one of those thick fingers into your wet channel—dark eyes trained on you as he stretches you out with a hungry gaze.

You don't even feel any semblance of shame when you start to ride that single digit, wanting to feel him go deeper and spread you wider. Fortunately, your bodyguard is more attentive than you think, and it doesn't take long for him to ease another finger into your needy pussy, curling them just so once he's sure he's found that spot that'll render you an incoherent mess.

The sound he rips out of you is unholy and Mingyu growls again before his mouth finds its way back onto your cunt—getting lost in the taste of you on his tongue.

"Where's the fight you've been putting up against me all this time, princess?" he taunts just before those stupidly thick fingers graze that sensitive patch of flesh inside you again. "Are you that desperate? You've fucked yourself up so much tonight that you couldn't bring anyone back home. Your bodyguard's gonna have to do, huh?"

You know you should be affronted by how offensive his words are. Mingyu might be an expert at getting on your nerves, but with how good his fucking mouth feels as he laves at your cunt like a man starved, you can't even let yourself feel any modicum of annoyance.

"M-Mingyu," you gasp as he suckles on your clit again—steadily building your orgasm from the ground-up. "I'm gonna come, f-fuck!"

Three. Mingyu slides in three fingers at your admission, and you nearly cry with how wide he's stretching you out. This time, he switches from sucking at your clit to rapidly flicking his tongue against the sensitive pearl.

Your toes curl with oversensitivity, thighs nearly crushing his head as you frame the syllables of his name in another wanton moan. When Mingyu curls his fingers inside you one more time, the tension that's been building in your stomach snaps like a rubber band.

Once you teeter off the precarious edge of release, you feel a gush of slick surge out of your cunt and into his awaiting mouth. Mingyu laps it all up—his sinful tongue catching every drop of your tangy essence. If you didn't know better, you would think he's desperate for you as much as you are for him.

It takes a while for your mind to fully come back online after that first orgasm, chest heaving almost painfully with how Mingyu took your breath away with oral alone. When you finally have your wits about you, your bodyguard surges forward so that your faces are levelled, and you nearly groan when you see the way his mouth and chin glisten with your juices.

"So fucking delicious for me," he rasps. "Gonna let me have a taste of this pussy every time now, princess? Want my mouth on you before you sleep?

"Do whatever you want, Gyu," you mewl, tugging him closer as you position yourself horizontally on the couch. "N-Need you so bad."

He sighs, unbuttoning the rest of his dress shirt as he drinks in the sight of you all fucked out and compliant because of his mouth and fingers alone. Your lips are parted, eyes glistening with tears or desire—Mingyu can't say for sure just yet.

But if he can get you this wrecked from oral, he can't fucking wait to see what you'll look like after he gets you to cream on his cock.

His shirt falls to the floor and you can't contained the awed gasp that leaves you at the sight of him. He's built like a fucking sculpture—all lean muscle and hard toned abs. It would make sense for Mingyu to be this well-built, being your bodyguard and all, but the thought of having his body pressed against yours as he fucks you into the couch is sending your mind into overdrive.

"You're so adorable," he chuckles, but you know the words are anything but a compliment. "A moment ago you were challenging everything I said and did. Now you're suddenly an agreeable little thing. Are you that cock-hungry, princess? Want something to fill that pretty pussy?"

"Yes." You don't even hesitate. "Yes, yes, yes. Want your cock in me. Want you to fill me up, Gyu. Please..."

Fortunately for you, Mingyu isn't one to tease. The moment you've given him the green light to rearrange your insides, he steps out of his tight trousers and boxers at the same time, pumping his thick cock in one hand as he nudges your thighs apart once again.

You practically salivate at the thought that you're about to take all those delicious inches inside you. Mingyu doesn't miss the starry look on your face, but doesn't take the time to gloat about it. Instead, he leans all the way forward so that your thighs are squished against your chest—easing your legs across his shoulders in a position that's not so different from when he ate you out earlier.

"Gonna fuck the attitude out of you, princess," he promises before pressing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "You ready for me?"

You nod a little too eagerly, forcing his face into the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his head. "Gyu, please..."

"Alright. Since you asked so nicely."

He doesn't even give any forewarning when he bottoms out inside you in one languid stroke. A choked up noise gets caught in your chest with how sudden he was, how full you feel in such a short amount of time, but Mingyu doesn't give you any time to think, or even to breathe.

Before you can even get a single word out, he's pulling his hips back—making you feel every inch of his thick cock before slamming his hips forward with a powerful thrust that drives you further into the sofa. You let out a long-winded moan, unable to do anything about it as he pounds into you with the vigor of someone who's been putting up with your shit for a better part of the year.

"Pussy's so fucking tight for me," he growls. "You're squeezing my cock so good, princess. Is this all I had to do so you'd stop driving me crazy? Eat you out a little and dick you down 'til you forget your name?"

You can't even process what he's saying right now—too lost in the sensation of his cockhead grazing your cervix with each forward stroke. He's reaching into you so deep that you might really just forget everything but the letters of Mingyu's name by the time he's done with you.

"M-Mingyu," you drawl dumbly as he peppers your neck with bites and bruises—unrelenting with his deep strokes as your cunt flutters around his length. "Fuck. L-Love your cock so much—oh!"

You let out a gasp that Mingyu quickly muffles with his own mouth as he adjusts your positions on the sofa—easing your legs off of his shoulders in exchange for spreading them wider on the cushions. How he manages to do that without his cock slipping out of you is a testament to your flexibility, and he's already cooking up what he'll do about that information for next time.

Mingyu continues kissing you all while he plants one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. When he tugs your hips even closer it's only then that you realize that the lunatic has you in a mating press.

"How long have you been thinking about me fucking you like this?" he whispers, deciding to drag it out with slow, deep thrusts that only serve to frustrate you. "You wouldn't have let me go this far if you hadn't thought about it at least once, princess."

I've wanted to fuck you since the old man introduced us, is the correct answer but you've still got some shred of dignity. If Mingyu wants the truth, he's going to have to work for it.

"Fuck me again after this, and I might give you an answer," you rasp, meeting his lazy thrusts with some of your own to get the point that you want him to ram into you across.

"There she is," Mingyu laughs. "My nasty, sharp-tongued princess. Thought I lost you for a sec."

"You will if you don't fuck me until I black out."

"Oh? All you had to do was ask, you know."

Then and there, Mingyu makes good of that interesting position he'd unknowingly lured you into—plunging that fat cock even deeper into your pussy if that's even possible. It felt heavenly, taking all of him while your legs dangled off his shoulders, but there's just something about having your legs spread impossibly wide as he drills into you with the full intention of making you come until you're crying that does it for you.

As each second passes, Mingyu's thrusts become more erratic—hips snapping with hard, calculated strokes so fucking good that tears are starting to glisten along the lines of your lashes like he promised.

You mewl his name like a string of prayers as the sound of your cunt squelching with every thrust rings in your ears. It's insane how close he's driven you to the edge in the span of thirty minutes, and you're starting to grow fearful of how addicting it feels to have him inside you like this.

At this point, you'd rather get off on Mingyu's cock than get high from some shady sativa joint. Something tells you he'd rather have that, too.

"Where do you want me, princess?" he whispers into your ear, reaching between your legs to give you just the right pressure you've been missing on your clit. You have to bite back a sob when he presses his thumb against it.

"Inside," you whimper as he continues plunging his engorged length into you. "Fill me with your cum, please, Gyu. I want it—want it so bad."

Mingyu hisses when you clench around his cock, large hands undoubtedly about to leave bruises on your thighs come morning. When you hear that deep, sexy laugh in your ear, you know it's all over for you.

"Come on my cock first, princess. Then I'll give you what you want."

He punctuates the words by drawing quick, tight circles on your clit all while keeping up the cadence of his thrusts. With the steady stream of stimulation he's so willing to give, it's a no-brainer for another orgasm to blindside you yet again.

You cry out with bliss as you screw your eyes shut—tears running down your cheeks in cascades as you fall apart on Mingyu's cock. He fucks into you despite the overstimulation, his own high not far behind because of the expression you're showing him.

"That's it," he rasps, leaning down to kiss the tears away. "Fucking cry for me, princess."

You're not sure if you're just too blissed out to comprehend it properly, but you're pretty sure that Mingyu just triggered another orgasm from you when you feel him twitch inside—your tight channel being covered in his white hot emission.

It doesn't help that your insatiable lover continues to fuck his cum deeper into your abused cunt, taking full advantage of this position while he can.

"M-Mingyu," you beg, fingers raking across his back as he punches the breath out of your lungs. "Too much. T-Too much."

You thought he wouldn't heed your words, but surprisingly, Mingyu halts every movement to gaze at you with a hint of concern lining his gaze. Wordlessly, he eases himself out of your sore cunt, wiping the tears off your eyes before pressing a kiss on your lips.

"Sorry," he murmurs before gently fixing the straps of your nightgown. He even tugs the hem down despite the fact that his cum is currently leaking out of you. "You want me to tuck you in?"

You nod, lacing your fingers around his neck, the overstimulated mess you are. Mingyu breathes out a quiet laugh before carrying you into his arms again.

"Alright, princess. Let's get you to bed."

You don't have the heart nor the energy to protest. Besides, it's his job to take care of you, after all.

⟢ end notes: reminder to not take any of the medical indications abt drugs that i included in this fic seriously. i made all of those up. oh and this should go w/o saying but don't fuck anyone while under the influence of anything AT ALL !!!

that aside, happy birthday to everyone's favorite puppy boy mingyu! i ended up loving him a lot more as i stanned svt, and i hope everyone else gives him the same love as well! god knows he has lots to give to both his members and his fans ueueue

++ if you spotted a few errors here and there, please don't tell me or i'll die of embarrassment ^_^ this wasn't proofread bcs i wanted to drop this exactly on his bday (i am 1 hour and 34 mins late!) HEHEHE i was sposed to write an ending scene in the morning where gyu wakes up and sees her wearing his shirt while making breakfast but that'll make this too long :| i'll just leave that to ur imagination!

[faetima]

I NEED A PART TWO TO SAFETY SCISSORS STATTTT. WHAT ABOUT SCARAS POV??? IS HE DENSE??? I need the reader to DIE and scara finds out and hes zcrushed and RAGH ANGST RAGHHHGHGGRR

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 . . .

. . he just keeps losing everything again and again and again.

// tws ; slight cursing,, ; gn reader ; modern & high school au, hanahaki au 

a/n: THANK YOU SM FOR HTIS IDEA OMG ILY

link to safety scissors !!

in his dreams, everyone else was irrelevant.

it was only him and you, you and him.

but now, with you gone, he could only wish his dreams were reality.

if only he wasn’t so fucking dense, if only he saw the way your eyes followed him whenever he was in class or in the halls or in the park or anywhere.

he wished he saw the adoration in your eyes before they were dull, showing the everlasting sign of death.

he wished he saw how your eyes lit up whenever he entered the room before they were blurred and bleary with the cloud of death.

he wished he saw how your eyes followed him like contrails before they were staring blankly at the ceiling of your house.

why did he have to be like this?

if he had just told you his feelings maybe you wouldn’t be dead.

maybe he wouldn’t have lost you.

but maybe life was a losing game for him. he didn’t even have the chance to win—he just lost everything again and again and again until there was nothing left for him.

he lost his mom, his childhood friends, everything.

even you.

—

he remembered that in middle school he had been assigned a project with you.

the moment he heard your name with his, he felt the unusual sensation of butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

at the moment, he had just wished you would disappear so that these fucking feelings would go away.

he regretted thinking that so, so much.

karma just kept eating him up and spitting him back out.

—

you and him had both been working on the project, and one thing had led to another and he had suddenly wound up with your left earbud in his ear.

scaramouche wanted you to hate him, wanted you gone.

so he scrunched up his nose in disgust, trying to act indifferent to you and your feelings.

“you listen to this fucking stuff?” he spat, hoping you couldn’t see through his guise.

you had just stayed silent, switching the song.

scaramouche could almost hear the silent cracking of your heart.

—

acting indifferent wouldn’t help anything.

scaramouche should’ve known from all the mistakes he’d done in the past that indifference would go against him, it would never help him.

but he had still acted uncaring anyways.

you were dead now, and all because he decided to act apathetic in order to hide his own feelings for you.

—

he had a memory that, once, in class, you were both seated together. in what seemed to be a haze of nervousness, your leg bounced up and down as you took shaky breaths, anxious and flustered by the fact he was sitting next to you.

scaramouche didn’t know what to do.

maybe if he acted bitter and shit you would stop liking him and these stupid fucking feelings would go away, right? it had always worked in the past, so it wouldn’t fail him now.

but it did. it faltered and failed him and now he regretted it all.

“can you stop that?” his sharp voice cut through the deafening silence of the classroom like a butter knife. you had glanced up, your eyes meeting his. scaramouche’s hands were clenched into fists, cold and clammy from anxiety.

wait, why the fuck was he nervous?

he took a shaky breath in, hoping this angry guise was working. he tried to scowl at you, watching as your eyes filled with the lightest layer of tears, making your eyes look like glass.

“sorry,” he silently watched as you apologized, immediately dropping your gaze down to the desk. scaramouche felt a soft pang of regret, but decided to ignore it.

“whatever,” he spat out, rolling his eyes. his neck and face were burning and his ears had the lightest tint of pink to them. scaramouche prayed that you didn’t notice how flustered he got.

—

maybe if he had confessed, you wouldn’t be gone now.

but no, he just had to keep losing everything again and again and again and again.

he broke into a coughing fit, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

and, as scaramouche lowered his hand, a singular purple petal fluttered onto his palm.

[rindecisions]

Boop

Written for the @steddiemicrofic April Prompt

Prompt | Fool WC | 454

Rating | Gen CW | None Tags | Royalty AU, Prince Steve, Jester(fool) Eddie, First meeting, Meet-cute, Boop

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Prince Steve was notoriously hard to impress. He had everything and was bored of it all. Even the women that threw themself at his feet and the men that vied to befriend him.

Over the years, he grew more apathetic, forlorn, and distant. Starting on his 20th birthday, the king ordered the best entertainers in the land to attempt to entertain the prince. If they could get so much as a smile, they'd be rewarded handsomely.

None succeeded. Not the grandest story tellers, exotic dancers, praised musicians, or celebrated fools. The king became desperate enough that on the Prince's 25th birthday, he extended the offer to anyone and everyone.

With the large line-up, the Prince was all but falling asleep when a man about his own age walked into the court. The man was dressed about as well as a peasant could manage. At least he'd seemed to have bathed and brushed his hair.

"Name yourself!" Called the king's advisor.

"You can call me 'The Freak'," the man stated with a chuckle as he bowed deeply. "Everyone else does.”

Prince Steve quirked his brow, but remained uninterested.

"Eddie also works," he continued, beaming brightly at the indifferent prince. Out of his pocket, he pulled three wooden balls and began juggling.

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed.

Eddie laughed. "That not good enough for you?" he laughed and tossed the balls higher in the air. "How about that?" When he got nothing, Eddie simply smiled and tossed them even higher, but straight into the air over him. "Yeah, me neither," he shrugged, letting the balls land on his head one after another, giving no reaction.

The strange routine made Steve furrow his brow and sit upright, already far more of a reaction than the others had garnered.

"Y'see, I think everyone tries too hard to impress you with grandeur." Eddie held his arms out and spun on his heels. "Sometimes," he crooned and hopped up on the long table that held the noble's lavish meal, much to the horror of the nobles themself. He paid no mind to their gasps and jeers as he walked gracefully between the plates and goblets.

Steve leaned forward on his throne. He'd never seen someone willing to get up in the huffy noble's space like that, and that alone almost made him crack a grin. The frown was gone from his face and a light gleamed in his eyes.

"We forget that it's the simplest of things that can bring the most joy," Eddie explained with a shining smile as he knelt on the table in front of the prince, reaching forward to tap him on the nose with a small "Boop.”

Steve smiled and huffed a gentle laugh.

[vivalarevolution]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

Aemond Targaryen x Sister Targaryen Reader 

Summary: She did everything to support her whole family, not knowing that she herself was slowly falling apart. But her brother saw everything.

A/N: I hope you all gonna like it. It contains two parts with smut, so please be aware of that and don't read it if you're minor.

English is not my native language. Sorry for any mistakes.

Moans and sighs spread through the prince's room, occasionally passing through the thick wooden doors due to their intensity.

The white-haired girl moved like a cat, flexing her back so that everything was available to the man lying under her.

Bending down, Y/n brushed her lips with his, hiding the moans that wanted to leave her mouth. The white-haired man grabbed her neck in one of his hands to hold her close to him while the other slid down onto her hip, squeezing it and manipulating her movements.

They both chased their climax, desperately moving their loins, meeting in the middle. After a while, a familiar feeling of warmth flooded their abdomen, spreading to their fingertips. Their lips moved among themselves in a lazy manner, while the fair-haired prince still twirled the lower part of her body, so that the feeling of blissful pleasure would last as long as possible.

When she wanted to get off the man, one of his hands stopped her and she looked at him, giving him a questioning look.

-Stay -he muttered, closing his eyes tiredly.

-I can't - replied the young woman. - It's inappropriate, Aegon.

Her brother only sighed, the alcohol in his body making itself felt more and more.

-And we still do it - he said suddenly with a malicious smile on his face - You see dear sister, you love to be loved. And I love giving you what you want.

The girl assumed an apathetic expression on her face and got up from the bed.

Aegon could live in this belief, believe it to be true. But for Y/n, it was a kind of comfort and stability.

There were no positive feelings in her family that she had tried so hard to find, eventually giving up and finding a substitute for something else. And despite the fact that no one ever made her feel comfortable, she tried to give it to everyone around her, as if something was pushing her to make others happy, at the expense of herself.

The sliver hair girl put on the red dress she had been wearing all day, accompanied by the grunts and snoring of her older brother, who fell asleep at the moment when she left his arms.

Leaving the chamber, she hid in the shadows, sneaking between the servants and the guards, so that no one would see her near the Aegon chamber at such a late hour, avoiding unwanted glances with innate grace, but this time there was one, also hidden deep in the darkness of the castle watching her every single step.

-You seem depressed - said Helaena.

- Hmm? -Her younger sister muttered, looking from her nephew to her.

-Your eyes. There is a lot of despair in them -she stated directly.

The white-haired girl did not answer her, smiling gently, preferring not to explain herself to siblings.

- Each of us has sad eyes sometimes - she replied after a long moment, not to leave the young woman without any answer.

Picking Jaehaerys up, she adjusted him on her lap as the girls' mother passed through the door. Y/n gave her only a brief glance, returning her attention to the baby in her arms.

Queen Alicent stepped closer to her, a serious expression on her face that made the room feel cool.

-Helaena, take the children outside - the brown-haired woman informed - Leave us - she added, looking in turn at the stiffly standing maids that came out immediately after the woman finished the sentence.

The violet-eyed girl did not change her position, only handing the baby over to one of the servants. Even as her mother stood in front of her, towering over her, princess demeanor did not change. 

Her irises went up, there was nothing in them but indifference.

-Something happened, mother?- She asked stoically, placing one of her hands under her chin.

-Please don't play the fool, Y/n. From all siblings, you inherited the most intelligence - the dark-eyed woman said.

-I do not pretend to be a fool- the girl said- I can not read your mind, if you want to learn something from me, just ask - she added, settling more comfortably on the expensive-decorated armchair.

-Do you sleep with your brother? - she asked on the verge of irritation- Do you have an affair with Aegon ?!

White hair did not say right away.

Outwardly, she might look like a Targaryen, but the blood in her veins was deeply ingrained in the Hightower legacy, keeping her cool and calculating.

-Romance is a strong word - she replied calmly - And I could not have committed such an act. Aegon is married.

Alicent bent down so that she could look the youngest daughter in the eyes. As she supposed, her facade did not crack even for a split second.

-You are a great liar Y/n, but you were careless and now you are treading on the edge of a very thin knife - the woman said softly. - The maid saw you leave your brother's chamber last night, hearing earlier a barrage of groans you both couldn't hide! - she screamed angry - Do you understand how dangerous is what you are doing ?! Do you understand?! - She asked, grabbing her cheeks in her hand and pointing them at herself so that the long-haired girl could not escape her gaze - You desecrated your body, you sleep with a married man. What if you got pregnant? Then what?!

- Better me than a random girl from our castle, don't you think? - asked her daughter- At least I can keep Aegon in check, making sure that no bastards see the light of day.

-That's not the right solution- snapped the queen- How can you do that to your own sister ?!

-I'm doing it to protect her!- she said as furiously as her mother. -I do everything to keep my siblings safe, because you don't care.

Y/n rose from her seat, facing Alicent, a fiery gaze in her eyes that turned defiant, almost despising.

-How can you say that?- she asked in a calmer voice.

-Aegon has been abused over and over by you since childhood. You told him that he has to become king because his life depends on it, and he sinked into himself, drinking all day because no one understands him, no one listens to him. Helaena has a child's mind, and does not understand how this world works, and Aemond has become a shadow of his own self. He is dry, cold and brutal - said the daughter of the king - What kind of mother are you that you cannot see the suffering of your own children? What kind of mother are you so that your daughter has to hold the family together, devoting herself mentally and physically? - she asked, and her stoic facade slowly began to crack. - Nobody, never saw it, nobody was ever grateful, nobody felt sorry for me. And all I wanted was to be loved, to be looked after. And you couldn't even do it.

The dark-haired woman stood in front of her, speechless. Everything her daughter represented was so familiar and so painful. Alicent felt as if she had spoken to herself from almost fifteen years.

- I'm sorry-  she finally whispered.

-Have you ever used that word before? - white-haired girl asked arrogantly before she turned on her heel, leaving the room.

Her eyes stared straight ahead and she missed Aemond standing not far from the door to the chambers, listening to every word that left the mouths of both women. His eyes chased the receding figure of his twin sister, his beloved Y/n , and after a while he heard a scream from afar and the sound of breaking glass.

The white-haired man pushed himself away from the wall. Going straight to confront the woman he was ready to kill for.

The princess was staring at the cracked mirror, a few shards lying on the table in front of her. She wanted to laugh as she looked up, seeing only half of her face. It was almost poetic. A cracked mirror, representing how the owner of the reflection in it really was broken.

-You'll hurt yourself - said a male voice behind her.

His sister's lavender eyes looked up at him, following every move he made until he stood behind her, wrapping his long arms around her as if to protect her from everything outside.

- I will not - she replied in a calm tone of voice - I can take care of myself.

- The same way you do it with us? - he asked, and his twin eyes widened imperceptibly. - I used to hate you. I hated how protective you were. I hated how warm your words were and how your touch became intoxicated to me. I hated that I wasn't the only one getting your attention. But then I realized it wasn't hate but frustration that everyone was taking you from me and that I couldn't give you what you wanted. And I've always wanted to give you love that you deserved.

Y/n listened in amazement, staring at the cracked mirror that showed Aemond and her together. Just as broken, just as lonely.

Suddenly her brother's gaze fell on her lips, the girl did not protest when his long fingers touched her cheek, after a while making eye contact with him.

The prince studied her face carefully, when suddenly his hand turned her quickly, checking her reactions to the movement, and as he saw her eyes sweep with desire and her pink lips parting slightly, he showed his triumph by digging into her soft lips.

The white-haired girl felt a pleasant, electric shiver running down her spine. She parted her lips for the man's access and began kissing him back.

Aemond shed the upper garments that bound him, allowing his sister's eyes to see his muscular chest without any problems.

The king's daughter, not wanting to be left behind, tugged at the strings of her dress, deftly loosening it so that it fell under her feet.

Satisfied, the silver-haired man pressed her against the wall and sank his mouth into hers again, clenching his hands on the young woman's body , moving them up and down. The princess reacted subtly to every move of his , placing her hands on the neck of her twin, taking pleasure in touching him.

The body temperature rose sharply, and their lips pressed more and more together. Aemond slid his hands down onto her hips and tossed it violently. Y/n landed on him and wrapped her legs around his torso.

The man detached from her lips and pressed them against her neck, leaving wet and hot traces of his burning lips there. The girl could not suppress her groans, in addition, sinking  fingers in the thicket of the young man's hair and pressing him tighter, arching her spine into an arch.

The feeling of her breasts rubbing against the king's son's torso made him throw her onto the bed, immediately clinging to their nipples, teasing, kissing and licking them as if it were his only chance. Violet-eyed beauty squirmed under his body, trying covering her mouth with her hand, but before she could do it, her brother's big hand stopped her halfway, holding her wrists above her head. The sudden domination of the fair-haired man made her wet womanhood even more plump and desperate.

The man's lips traveled through her body, marking every inch of her snow-white skin, finally stopping over her pubic bone. His eye followed closely the marks her brother had left, some newer , some older, but now Y/n was his, and he had to change that.

The young woman screamed as she felt teeth sinking into her skin. Looking down, she saw the prince shamelessly marking her body, focusing on where Aegon had left his marks.

Spreading her legs apart, he repeated the previous action, marking her with open, wet kisses and bites her thighs. Then he clung to her femininity, kissing the folds and clitoris, occasionally twirling his tongue around her entrance like a starved man.

Her orgasm was approaching drastically in great strides, and just as it was about to appear, a burst in her lower abdomen and make a pleasant warmth spilled inside her, a feeling of cold and emptiness overwhelmed her.

-Why did you stop?! - she asked angry, on the verge of crying.

Aemond caught her chin in his fingers, lifting it up, bringing himself closer to her face.

-Because you will come only when I am inside you, when I am sure that every part of your body will be begging for me, dear sister - he muttered , wiping their lips together.

The prince grasped her hips, entering her with one fluid movement. Y/n screamed at the feeling of pushing and fullness overwhelming her body. Touching her belly, she could've feel a bulge that reminded her exactly who she belonged to.

Her brother himself followed her slender hand, watching in fascination as his manhood moved inside the woman. Pressing the princess's hand, he began to move his hips hard, still keeping his pace at slow. Tears appeared in the girl's eyes, which were the result of the pain and pleasure that ran through her body with every movement of the man's hips.

-Aemond - she moaned, closing her eyes with the delight that overwhelmed her.

Her orgasm came unexpectedly but just as hard, making her toes squeeze.

Violet-eyed man came out of her and placed her on top of his legs, filling her interior again. The intensity of the feeling made her eyes tear more, but the pleasure was so great that she wiggled her hips desperately looking for another release that came swiftly and powerfully. Her juices spilled over Targaryen's pants, who growled softly, feeling a warm and wet spasming of her vaginal walls.

Y/n,  tired closed her eyes. 

Her body became flabby but in spite of this the white-haired man again put her in the position he wanted. Entering her from behind, he did not limit himself by giving his movements a brutal speed. The sounds of skin hitting against each other could be heard in the whole room, being drowned out from time to time by single white-haired woman screams.

-More - the girl moaned into the sheets, as if something had possessed her body.

-More? -asked her brother, grabbing her waist, lifting her body so that her back was rubbing against his torso, his manhood now going much deeper, so much that the princess was convinced he was in her stomach- You are a desperate little being ,aren't you? Don't worry, I will give you as much pleasure as you like. And when I make you my wife, I put a baby in you, you'll be so pretty, so full of my children.

At these words, as if on command, violet-eyed girl came with a silent scream, later groaning softly as she felt warmth flood her insides again and again, as Aemond's cum poured out of her, making her trembled with the feeling.

Her twin brushed her lips, meeting her in a lazy kiss, then emerging carefully from her after a while, placing her tired body on the bed beneath them.

The queen's daughter's eyes closed almost immediately with exhaustion, and her mind drifted to the land of dragon dreams. The man wrapped his arms around her body, pulling her as close as possible, and covered their bodies with a thin satin material.

The next day, when Y/n opened her irises, the first thing she felt was the presence behind her, the presence of her beloved brother who, like a symbol of hope, calmed her heart and mind, letting her know that now it will only get better. 

It has to be.

[takingchences]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏𝟐

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + my masterlist

Today's going to be a great day.

The day of the world famous Sports Festival had finally arrived. The class of 1-A was tucked in a room below the stadium, waiting for the opening ceremony to begin. Some sat and fidgeted nervously, while others joked and laughed like it was any other day. Sana was somewhere in the middle. She was nervous, yes, but not about the competition. She was more confident in her abilities than ever after the intense training regimen she made with Bakugou. The Sun was out, and there wasn't a cloud in sight, so she didn't have to worry about conserving her energy.

No, she was worried about something else.

Her father.

Umi had stopped her on her way out that morning to inform her that Yoichi would be attending the event. It wasn't a surprise, really, only an inconvenience for them both. Her father droned on and on about how heroes were nothing more than attention seekers and how her dreams were meaningless and a waste of time and resources, but he had to keep up the appearance of doting father for everyone watching.

Just like someone else she knew.

Her eyes flickered over to Shoto, who looked even more self-isolated than usual. She was sure it had to do with the fact that Endeavor would also be making an appearance. The Pro had a knack for making his children as miserable as possible and special days like today were no exception. If anything, he'll probably be more irritating and overbearing than usual. Yippee.

She longed to embrace Shoto, squeeze his hand and assure him that everything would be fine, that they would get through this day together. But she had a feeling that if she tried to approach him now, given the stressful situation and tension still between them, it would only worsen the half-and-half boy's already foul mood.

She feared that if she upset him further, he'd say something he could never take back. Something that would end their friendship for good and shatter her already battered heart.

Sana felt someone watching her.

She forced herself to look away from her former friend, only to lock eyes with Bakugou. He was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.  He looked like he'd just downed a bag of lemons, though she wasn't sure what she'd done to piss him off this time. She hadn't even spoken to him since the day before, when he'd made a surprise appearance at her house.

She arched her brow in question.

He huffed, his expression unreadable as he turned away. Boys, she sighed with a shake of her head. Why do they have to be so complicated?

"Midoriya." The familiar voice pulled her attention back to Shoto once more. The greenette looked startled as he turned to face the dual-haired boy. The room fell silent, all eyes now on the two boys.

"Todoroki," he squeaked. Sana hoped Shoto wouldn't be too hard on the poor boy. He was practically trembling under the taller boy's predatory gaze, and the Festival hadn't even started yet. "What is it?"

The dual-haired boy before them was angry. So angry, in fact, that he'd almost appear indifferent to anyone who didn't know him. His expression was apathetic and as harsh as an Arctic tundra, but she knew from personal experience that a raging fire was currently rampaging through his body.

"Looking at things objectively, I think I'm stronger than you."

"Huh?" The freckled boy rubbed his neck, clearly unsure of how to respond to such a bold statement. "Uh, yeah..."

Sana frowned at the unlikely pair. She knew it was petty and selfish of her to think, but if the red-and-white haired boy was going to address anyone in the room right now... shouldn't it be her? His best friend? His confidante? She knew exactly how he was feeling right now. She was in the same boat with her father present. Except, unlike him, she wasn't lashing out under the burden of her fear and anxiey.

Was he challenging him? If so, why not challenge her as well? They'd been rivals their entire lives! In the training exercise at the start of the term, he'd criticized her for not being on his level. But hadn't she proved herself more than capable that same day? She'd shown him just how far she'd come without him. Was she wrong to think that he would notice or care?

Sana clenched her fists, feeling her palms heating up. Her jaw clenched painfully as her eyes burned with the ferocity of a thousand Suns.

It was so frustrating. Why couldn't he call a truce in their cold war for one day? Surely they were mature enough to put their differences aside for a few hours to come together and hold each other up? Why couldn't they just talk and work through whatever was bothering him?

What made Midoriya so special?

She hated thinking that way, but a part of her didn't care anymore. She'd been vying for Shoto's attention for a year now, bending over backwards to try and win her friend back. As far as she knew, she hadn't done anything wrong in the first place, but she'd apologize until she was blue in the face for whatever wrongs she'd apparently committed. They'd gone through too much together, meant too much to each other, to throw their friendship away over... what? She didn't even know!

But she was done crying over him. She was done crawling after him and pleading for mercy.

The dual-haired boy continued. "But... All Might has his eye on you, doesn't he?" Sana raised a brow at that. She'd noticed the hero's interest in her classmate, but had assumed like most of her classmates that it was simply because they both had strength quirks and dismissed the thought. Did Shoto know something the rest of them didn't?

Midoriya certainly looked spooked. Maybe he's on to something after all... "I'm not trying to pry about that," Todoroki stated, Midoriya too shocked to respond. I am, Sana argued.

"But I am going to beat you."

Kaminari, trying to lighten the mood, inserted himself in their public, yet somewhat private, conversation.

"Oh?" He wiggled his eyebrows, throwing a loose arm around each of their shoulders. "Is the best in class making a declaration of war?" He laughed. Shoto shrugged him off roughly, his heterochromic eyes laser-focused on Midoriya.

"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you picking a fight all of a sudden?" Kirishima stepped in, ever the peacemaker. He put some space between the two boys, hoping to break up the tension.

However, Shoto was in a worse mood than she'd thought.

"We're not here to play at being friends." She felt his slice her like a knife. A rush of air left her lips as he finally looked at her for the first time since that day in the infirmary. He might as well have been looking through her. "So what does it matter?"

Her throat tightened, feeling the unwelcome prick of tears she'd never allow to fall. But she held her head high, meeting his gaze head on. She refused to shed another tear over him. If he wanted to be angry, that's fine.

She can be angry, too.

Midoriya stepped forward. "Todoroki, I don't know what you're thinking when you say you'll beat me, but of course you're better than me." He shrugged helplessly. "I think you're more capable than most people." The greenette's meek voice slowly gained confidence as he spoke of the other courses and how everyone would be aiming for the top, himself included.

The class fell into silence once more, not even Mina or Denki daring to say anything. Thankfully, it wasn't long after that they were told it was time to line up outside.

As Sana moved to leave the waiting room, a calloused hand gripped the back of her shirt and held her back. The sweet scent of caramel and woodsy cologne washed over her.

"Yes?" She asked, not bothering to turn around. Bakugou, never one to be ignored, spun her to face him.

"You're acting weirder than usual." He pointed out with narrowed eyes. "Is it your shitty quirk?" Sana wondered if he was genuinely concerned and hiding it, or just worried that she wouldn't give it her all in the tournament. Either way, she appreciated the sentiment. It meant that on some level, he actually cared.

The strawberry blonde sighed, her entire body feeling weighed down as though her bones had turned to lead. Bakugou's hold on her collar was probably the only thing keeping her upright in that moment. She'd trained so hard... but she hadn't anticipated the emotional strain of today. Not only did she have to deal with a pissed off Todoroki and her own fucked up feelings, but now their fathers have thrown themselves into the mix. Fan-fucking-tastic.

"Not this time." She didn't elaborate, and for once, the ash blonde didn't push her for a better answer. Smart boy.

"What?" He cocked his head, a half smirk on his face. "You mad Icy Hot didn't challenge you?"

"If I recall correctly," she smiled sardonically. "He didn't challenge you either." His eye twitched in annoyance, his mouth twisting into a snarl.

"What you said yesterday... did you mean it?" He almost sounded normal, which was incredibly rare for Bakugou. So, in true Sana fashion, she had to tease him about it. She figured they both could use a sense of normalcy before all Hell broke loose in the stadium.

She tilted her head to the side to appear clueless, tapping her chin.

"I dunno. What did I say yesterday?" The blonde grit his teeth, his pale eyebrows nearly touching from how furrowed they were. But all the peach-haired girl could focus on was the color quickly rising in his cheeks. From rage or being flustered, she didn't really know or care, so long as she was the reason for it.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!"

Bright and early that morning, Umi rushed to answer the door before whoever was on the other side splintered the wood under their booming fists. The front door opened to reveal a scowling ash blonde dressed head to toe in black. He clenched a bouquet of flowers in one hand, the other hanging in the air between them, ready to beat the door into submission. His scowl darkened at the sight of the older woman, his bright eyes narrowing into slits.

"Who the hell are you?"

Umi plastered on the polite smile she saved for unsavory guests at dinner parties or for Yoichi Sakano on the rare occasion he was home. "I could ask you the same, young man."

The blonde clicked his tongue. "The name's Bakugou. Where's Flashlight?" Umi was convinced the blonde had a few screws loose and opened her mouth to run him off when-

"Who the hell is pounding on the door so early?" Sana whined, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she shuffled down the stairs. She nearly missed a step after spotting the figure in her doorway. The strawberry blonde paled, suddenly aware of how underdressed she was. She was wearing a silky blue pajama set decorated with white bunnies, matching fuzzy blue slippers, and her hair hadn't been brushed yet.

Oh, shit.

She quickly ran her fingers through her messy locks, trying to style it as she hastily descended down the stairs. She slipped past Umi to join the blonde on the porch, pulling the door closed behind them... but not before catching the confused and curious eye of her housekeeper. She would hear about this later. There was no doubt about that.

"What are you doing here?"

Bakugou glanced away, the veins in his neck straining. He practically threw the roses at her. She rushed to catch the bouquet before it fell to the ground. "Geez."

"For last night," he mumbled, shoving his now free hands into his pockets. "I was an asshole."

"...only last night?" Sana jested, lips curling into her usual Chessire grin. His own mouth softened into a lopsided smirk, his sharp canine poking out.

Out of all the impressively exaggerated facial expressions he was capable of making, this was by far her favorite: relaxed and carefree. Bakugou allowing himself to openly express his feelings (the positive kind, not just anger and hostility) was a rare and beautiful thing to witness.

"Shut up, freak." He said without his usual bite.

She giggled, bringing the stargazer lilies up to her nose and inhaling deeply. They were her favorite flower... not that he could've possibly known that. They were wonderfully vibrant, the various shades of pink and orange highlights reminding her of her own unique coloring. Even the ribbon wrapped around the stems was nearly identical to the one she used to tie her hair back in training. The thought made butterflies erupt in her stomach. He had to have noticed, too. Bakugou is annoyingly detailed. He doesn't miss a thing.

"The hell are you wearing?" Bakugou's brows furrowed as he finally took in her appearance. The sight of her kid pajamas nearly made him snort.

"Shut up!" Sana shrieked, her face glowing in embarrassment. "Your loud ass interrupted my beauty sleep." He barked out a laugh. It was gruff and incredibly attractive. The low sound didn't help the warmth in her cheeks. She had to clear her throat before attempting to speak again. "Thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful."

He shrugged nonchalantly, but his satisfaction was evident in the way his chest puffed out, his terrible posture straightening up.

"Are you ready for the Festival tomorrow?"

She already knew his answer. He'd been boasting about his inevitable win since the Festival had been announced. But she wasn't quite ready to let him go just yet. Not after everything he'd said last night, so she'd listen to him brag for as long as he wanted so long as he stayed with her a while longer.

"I'm gonna beat your ass into the ground." Sana went to make a sly remark but he interrupted her before she could. "Fuck off." She laughed.

"You're that confident, huh?" She shook her head in amusement. "Care to make things a little more interesting, Katsuki?"

"The hell are you yapping about now?" He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. It was her turn to shrug. His words from the previous night had haunted her mind on a continuous loop. He'd all but admitted to having feelings for her, she was sure of it. But when she'd pushed him for an answer, he ran off, disappearing into the night. She'd tossed and turned all night, unable to relax with all of the questions bouncing around in her brain.

But here he was now... apologizing and bringing her flowers that felt like they were expertly chosen to reflect her and her quirk. If he wouldn't confess his feelings, she'd just have to flush them out of him another way.

"A friendly wager," she moved the flowers to one hand, holding her other out for him to shake. "As an added prize for the winner... what do ya say?"

"Oh, right. That," Sana nodded, feigning innocence as she waved her hand. "Sure, why not?"

He shifted his weight, eyeing her suspiciously. "You never said what the prize would be."

"Why spoil the fun?" Sana wiggled her brows, backing out of the room. "Good luck, 'Suki!" She called as she turned and ran out of the room to rejoin their class. She heard his heavy footsteps trailing behind her, grumbling to himself as she linked arms with Mina.

Today's going to be a great day, she repeated to herself like a mantra, hoping that if she said it enough times, it might come true. But after talking with Bakugou, she realized that the fog of fear and dread and nerves that had been shrouding her all morning had dissipated.

Today's going to be a great day, she reminded herself once again.

And this time, she almost believed it.

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After what has to be the worst opening speech in history given by one Katsuki Bakugou, it was time for the first round to begin. Midnight, in all her uncensored glory, revealed the first challenge to be an obstacle race.

Easy right? Wrong.

They were forced into a narrow tunnel, impatiently waiting for the round to begin. The scenario reminded her of the chaos in the hallway after the security breach. Back then, she'd had Bakugou there to help guide her through the crowd with his larger body.

Now, she was on her own.

She grimaced as a bony elbow burrowed into her ribcage, a large shoulder pressing into her's from the other side. This must be part of the challenge, she realized, ducking and shoving her way forward, gliding through the space between hot, sweaty bodies. Hisses and yelps followed her as she activated her quirk, her skin lightly steaming as her body rose to an uncomfortable temperature. She almost didn't notice the chill in the air.

Almost.

"START!" Midnight's voice reverberated throughout the stadium, followed by the snap of her whip.

Sana jumped straight up, keeping her palms parallel to the floor. With a burst of energy from her palms, she soared above the countless students that were now trapped within Shoto's ice.

With a self-satisfied smile, she shot out of the tunnel like a rocket. There was a commotion behind her as her classmates broke through the congestion. She was pleasantly surprised by the number of them that managed to make it straight out of the gate.

For one moment, Mineta was in the lead, only to be sideswiped by a giant green robot. They were dozens of them, appearing out of nowhere to block the only path forward. With minimal difficulty, Sana weaved between their large bodies, staying airborne as ice and metal rained down on the people below.

Present Mic's colorful commentary was nothing but background noise. She wasn't focused on anything but directing her quirk.

Explosions could be heard close by, a loud voice cursing at her and Todoroki. Daring a glance back, she quickly spotted him propelling himself through the air using small bursts from his hands. His feral expression was both hilarious and unnerving.

"Great minds do think alike, huh, Suki?" She called over her shoulder.

"Screw you!" He spat. "I did that shit first!"

She remembered their first day, during the quirk assessment test. Back then, they'd both done similar moves, and now here they were again months later, still imitating and learning from each other.

"Maybe," she eventually conceded. "But I do it better!"

"You-!"

The blonde was cut off as he moved to avoid the robots suddenly collapsing around them. The edges of the metal were still glowing bright orange from the heat used to slice through them like butter. Todoroki isn't holding back, so why should I?

Sana shot Bakugou a wink, her eyes an iridescent pink. "Gotta blast!" She cheerfully saluted with two fingers before flipping him the bird.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

[kanna-12r]

Hi!! I wanna know and see your OCs! Tell me more about themmmmm- Lens/Birdie

Birdieee!! 💕

Sorry this took way too long! ;;;;;

I lost this draft a few times so I was about to make it its' own post, but thankfully I found it!

This is a post filled with several tidbits about all eight of my children! Beware, it is very long 💦

This sweetheart right here is S-2508, with gifted name "Lady" 🤍

She was a frontline medic, now mostly stays as the medbay's psychological nurse/caretaker and [redacted].

Considered 'defective' or valued less due to her being a non-combatant, her inability to disregard distinguish emotions, and unawareness towards danger long before an incident that renders her broken.

Post-incident, she regularly steams out smoke when experiencing negative emotions. This could lead to a full-blown glitches and seizure. (Reference: Barbara Shadow from Shadow House)

Her veil and vial necklace is inspired by Victorian mourning attire. The vial is a memorial piece of sort.

She tends to unconsciously avoid other agents out of habit.

Although it takes a toll on her, Lady spends most of her time watching the live broadcast, sometimes making notes in order to be able to care for injured agents straight after.

The arm cuff on her right arm is a gift from her 1st partner, Faerie.

This darling over here is C-0209, you may call her "Faerie".

She was a weaponsmith and a battle agent like any other, with a scythe as her preferred weapon of choice.

A polaroid camera-head. In contrast with her peers, she couldn't record or broadcast her views.

Her wings and headwings are her personal customization. You may pet them if you ask for permission.

Capable of at least carrying two people when flying up in the air.

Friendly, but considered as some sort of an airhead and unserious agent.

Has a massive crush towards both Lady and Mystic. She was the one who gifted them their current personal names!

Gave one of her arm cuffs to Lady when they got paired to be partners.

Considered dead non-active post-incident, due to her core energy being shattered. There's a chance for her to be revived, hence Lady's vial.

This woman right here is TV-1309 with personal name "Mystic"!

She's an supervisor / overseer and Lady's 2nd partner / guardian.

Rather monotone and harsh, only has a definite soft spot crush towards Lady.

The only one out of others that was created prior to the war (as a companion), has met and worked for humans before.

Prone to jealousy, considers herself as inferior against her TV peers due to her original nature.

Dislikes comparison in general.

The dogtag necklace has her serial number and personal names engraved onto it.

Acts rather indifferent towards the Alliance, despite her diligently working for them against the damned toilets. Reasons are [redacted].

If you have no business with her, please remember to never come near. For your own safety.

This man is a medic cam numbered C-1311, with personal name "Chevron".

The leader of Lady's team. Takes high pride in his job, and is very pressured by others' expectations.

Acted rather apathetic towards his members, adamant with his commands, and prioritized their performance on top of everything else despite the relentless shenanigans that they caused.

Does not acknowledge weaknesses and disregards anything that he deems untrue in his view. Your opinion does not matter, it's better to not fight him.

Similarly to Lady, he does not understand emotions. But in contrast with that, he is similar to Mystic in regards of harboring jealousy towards his comrades.

Post-incident, he lost his pride and swore to keep a closer eye to the surviving ones he has left.

Fought the higher-ups twice due to him refusing to let any of his surviving members being dismantled or thrown away.

This big guy is LS-1410, and was gifted the name "Ornate"!

The vice-leader, a big softie and gentle man who acts like the opposite of Chevron.

Still a pretty strong and relentless guy, a very good combatant despite his main job as a medic. Why is he even a medic if he has the capability necessary for fighting?

Acted as Lady's unofficial guardian before Mystic. Was valued similarly due to his meek personality.

Post-incident, he begged to be taken away with others for not being able to fulfill his role in the Alliance despite his fixable injuries. His wish was not granted.

He taught Lady on how to deal with her emotions and steaming habit.

Has similar cracks like Lady at the back of his head.

Usually tasked to take care of the non-surviving agents along with Lady. Mostly because they're the only ones who are seen as dedicated enough.

This sassy-ass guy is S-2110, you may refer to them with their gifted name, "Euphony"!

A speaker medic that thrives from causing chaos and shenanigans within the team, which commonly isn't seen from a medic. Nowadays, they're more melancholic though.

Has an infinite amount of energy that's more fitting to that of a battle agent.

A pretty good combatant. Others wonder why are they even a medic in the first place?

Elegy's lover. Loves dragging him to the crimes they're about to commit.

In contrast with the chaos, they like to sing in a very soft, elegant manner. The one who taught Lady to regulate her singing.

Lost half of their core and both legs during the incident. Their legs got fixed just fine, but now they have trouble staying active for a prolonged amount of time. (Reference: Padparadscha from Houseki no Kuni)

Still helps around as a medic in the medbay along with Lady. Don't piss them off though, they know what they are.

This guy right here is C-1310, he's gifted with the name "Elegy".

A laid-back cam that loves tinkering and fixing machinery, hence why he fits as a medic, yet also not.

Pretty calm and level-headed, but also an enabler to his lover chaos. Could go batshit insane if it's anything involving Euphony.

Was a battle agent before being sent to the medbay along with Euphony. Reasons are [redacted].

Has personal grudge towards Chevron due to the incident. Or maybe he's just a hater, who knows? Euphony knows.

Ornate is rather intimidated by him.

His favorite pastime is to listen to the speakerheads in his team sing.

Post-incident, he likes to spend his time sorting through the Alliance's collection of documents and records, acting as a librarian or some sort while still helping as a medic.

He could ruin anyone, figuratively or literally.

Lastly, this big baby right here is "Arete", a clock mimic that is based on the setting from our dearest Cosmica!

They spent their entire young phase alone, with no parents nor guardians, hence their lack of understanding about the world. They still do not have any friends, although they know other mimics exist.

Loves plushies and dolls. They love collecting them within their nest as a form of safe haven.

Their name is a piece of memorial. The necklace and bow were also part of it.

Was found by S-2508 (Lady) during her rare journey outside of the base.

Refuses to talk to anyone else besides Lady, and communicates mainly through acted out signs (usually using a plushy they carry at the time).

Has an irregular 'eating' habits, causing the life energy glow to be all over the place and prolonged sleeping cycle.

These ones are characters that are present in my fic series so far. They're not OCs since they are not intended to be specific individuals with their own backstories, but I'll drop these doodles here just because.

There are "you" or "y/n", the speaky-cam pair we met in the first chap, our worrywart Scientist Cam, Large Speaky, our big boi Strider Speaker, and our darling TVman (he's not pictured here cause I ran out of place, too much pics).

Idk if I'll actually post 'em anytime soon since most of them are nonsense scribbles, but yea!

[sepublic]

Vapor for Brains

If we ever got a Metroid animated series, I'd love for it to be mostly episodic, with even individual episodes within each 'game' arc feeling self-contained, while still clearly contributing to the greater storyline.

In particular, I'd love for the Prime arc to have a humorous episode dedicated to the Space Pirate antics on Tallon IV, probably called something like "Vapor for Brains." It takes place before the Phazon Mines segment, or at least the battle with the Omega Pirate. It's like a workplace comedy/behind the scenes look at what the Space Pirates are up to, the incompetence of Science Team, etc., while Samus is going on her journey to destroy Phazon.

We get to see a glimpse of the outbreak on the Frigate Orpheon, that started off everything; Parasite Queen cameo, pirates frantic. Some try to flee through the escape pods, but there’s just one problem, as pointed out by @girlballs: Someone built a pipe over an escape pod shaft, rendering it unusable. And this may in fact be part of the reason some able-bodied pirates are still on the Orpheon when Samus arrives; They frustratedly decide they have no choice but to attempt to fight back the parasites as they wait for those on Tallon IV below to send reinforcements. But someone else beats them to the punch… And also just beats them.

There’s the obvious, iconic Morph Ball experiments; You see footage of a test subject in an isopod-like frame, Science Team gives them the clear to go. You hear a horrendous crunch as the subject disappears within a new shiny metal sphere. Science Team obliviously asks the subject what they think, and finally if they're okay. No response.

Just as a researcher is knocking on the morph ball prototype -which is still clearly massive compared to Samus'- you can see blood pouring out from below. The researcher notices and is perturbed, but in a sort of mild and apathetic way; Indifferent to the test subject's suffering and demise, but definitely displeased by the mess.

We also have science team's flippant insistence that Metroids can be tamed, as a way to compensate for Mother Brain no longer being around to control them; Leading to a montage of Space Pirates trying to get onto the Metroids' side, but failing. With two assistants dead, we get the iconic line by an unimpressed pirate, who was narrating the incident; Science team has vapor for brains.

Another scene, inspired by an observation made by @kosmonauttihai, involves Meta Ridley surveying the Phendrana region, while talking to a member of Science Team who is way too proud about the results of Project Metamorphosis; Ridley gripes that his cybernetics feel clunky and uncomfortable, but the researcher reassures him that it's all fine and good and will be worth it.

Ridley nods sagely; You seem like someone who knows what they're talking about, he reasons. The researcher confirms this gladly. At which point, Ridley goes for the incriminating question; Then tell me, I normally have four fingers; Why do my cybernetics only have three?

The researcher stammers, mouth agape, unable to answer as Ridley stares them dead in the eyes with a sadistic/sarcastic smile. After a second or two he straightens up, flexing his new wings as he declares he's going for a scan of the region, as well as to check on Thardus; He hopes that science team, in their brilliance, will figure out who made that 'creative decision'. Ridley flies off, and you see a callback to the scene from an earlier episode where Samus notices Ridley flying overhead in Phendrana.

Another scene involves some poor, excited, and delusional sod coming in with a massive tumor all over their face; An obvious Phazon mutation. Their commanders are horrified, demanding why they're being made to see this. The poor sod reads aloud that one in-game log about Space Pirates reporting 'beneficial mutations' to high command.

So you've seen one? High command asks. The poor sod insists that this tumor they can barely see around IS the beneficial mutation, desperately arguing that Actually, the added layers and skin from the tumor act as protection for their head, which is a vulnerable part of any creature's anatomy. So surely they qualify for the beneficial mutations, and thus receive better rations, right?

...Another scene, inspired by @nerdy-the-artist, has local pirates being tasked with increasing the Bombu patrols. They immediately gang up on newbie and give them the prestigious task of this; In order to 'guide' Bombus, you need to wield a high-energy coil for them to follow you with. It's important to turn this off before the Bombus reach you, because they will explode; Good luck.

There's a bit, leaning into more sympathetic and sad and not just dark humor, where a Space Pirate tries to keep their pet after the order comes out to dispose of all of them; It doesn't work out in the end. Or, maybe it does... The conclusion to this recurring storyline (maybe even the episode as a whole) is that the pet got into some Phazon and is now a horrific monstrosity. Congratulations, says high command. The pirate tries to go for a pet, relieved, only to get a hand bitten off.

There's also Metroid shenanigans; After the death of Mother Brain, we really see how hard it is to keep these things in line. I can't remember if it was Prime or Echoes that had the "Metroids are not pets/target practice and do not feed them" bit, but regardless. The Shadow Pirates find the Metroids completely unfazed by their camouflage, because they can sense energy signatures anyway.

There's also a bit about the SR388 specimen having disappeared; At first it seems a gag, but it's actually foreshadowing the revelation that Metroid Prime is the same Metroid found by the Space Pirates aboard the Marina, the Metroid that started it all. While hinting to the true origins of Metroid Prime, whom Samus and/or the Space Pirates speculate is the true source of Phazon, that it must've come from the mysterious SR388, and is a mutation/stage in an unforeseen lifecycle... Close, but not quite.

Another gag is Space Pirates trying Phazon recreationally, like a drug, after sneaking a bit away. The hallucination symptoms, which are played much more seriously in Corruption, are shown here; It's like the worst drug trip they've ever had. They go for it again anyway. We have a scene parodying Paranormal Activity and all those other ghost films; It's Space Pirates being terrorized by the Chozo ghosts. They are initially not believed, because of the aforementioned drug trip hallucinations.

Finally, my favorite gag by @coldgoldlazarus; High command is demanding the Beam Pirate Troopers be finished, but science team is struggling. Note that one of them, the researcher from the previous Meta Ridley scene, is nowhere to be seen. They're sweating, one of them says something outrageous like "Ridley's gonna eat our asses if we don't make this work!!!" in reference to his cannibalism; He does mention earlier that he'd really like to regenerate from his wounds ASAP, and get rid of this grating Meta frame. Another researcher adds helpfully, "We're gonna BE Ridley's ass if we don't make this work!"

At which point, one of them gets the bright idea to repurpose door technology as armor. They roll out the new Beam Pirate armor, which has Ridley and high command, as well as the subjects wielding the armor, skeptical. Science team promises, insists, that Yeah no TOTALLY this is what we promised. They all look like they have the same standard ammunition but trust us, that's an electrical burn from a Wave Beam, there's a difference between that and the Power Beam you just saw.

Ridley nodes sagely, and then demands one of the Ice Beam troopers shoot him; He's a sturdy guy, he can handle it. The trooper does this, and then turns to science team. This a reverse-engineered Ice Beam, despite it looking very different from Samus', correct? Science team nods. In pure Steamed Hams fashion: Yes, and you tell me this is an Ice Beam, despite the fact that I've been hit by one before, and it felt nothing like this, Ridley observes.

Science team stutters and doesn't know how to respond. Ridley/high command rolls their eyes and decides that Oh well, this door tech is at least an improvement in defensive technology. Short of what they demanded, but still; Which makes them wonder, why did it take so long for science team to consider this idea in general? Forget it.

Cut to the Beam Troopers nervously anticipating Samus, and they have a conversation to pass the time, and/or this happens after a disastrous run with the hunter. Someone becomes the Voice of Reason, inching back from the others the whole time: Why are we telegraphing which weakness we have? If our armor has a color corresponding to the beam that destroys it, wouldn't it be both cheaper and more practical to not display this feature? Likewise, shouldn't each patrol unit consist of multiple 'beam' types, and not just the one? The point is, they're doomed.

Throughout this whole rant, all of the other pirates have been silent; Finally, one of them dismissively, casually grunts, "Eh, shut up [Name]!" Samus shows up; They were indeed doomed.

Eventually we get a scene in which the Beam Trooper tech is finally figured out, they can actually shoot Ice, Wave, and Plasma beams for real this time. Maybe the lie from before actually did work out, so when a researcher excitedly contacts high command about figuring out the tech, high command asks: But didn't you already? Not wanting to admit the big scam, the researcher stammers, Um YEAH no I'm talking about a different beam! We figured out the... Spazer Beam.

Alright then, says high command. Can't wait to see a new unit of Spazer Troopers! The call is turned off and another researcher or the same one laments, AUGH you should've just said you were able to upgrade the pre-existing Beam Pirates, not that you discovered a new one! And considering the Spazer Beam's gimmick is its improved range, this is definitely something you can't gaslight high command on. Unless... They were to add an additional pair of cannons to a pre-existing one???

[hatredmadeofgold]

Raiden most definitely has Anti-Social Personality Disorder

— An essay by a fan who also has ASPD

Side note by author: This essay will be updated in the future (a new post will be made). Hello, my name is R and I was diagnosed with Anti-Social Personality Disorder when I was 23 years old back in 2018. I also study in the field of psychology and medicine, so I know a thing or two about mental health. In this essay I want to elaborate why I think that Raiden doesn’t just suffer from (complex) PTSD but also Anti-Social Personality Disorder and I base this interpretation on canon evidence, research I did on the mental health of former child soldiers as well as my own experience with the disorder.

In the following text Anti-Social Personality Disorder will be shortened to ASPD.

What is Anti-Social Personality Disorder?

ASPD, also known as Dissocial Personality Disorder/DSPD in the ICD, formerly known under the name Psychopathy or Sociopathy, is a Cluster B (the ‘dramatic’ type) personality disorder known under the ICD-Code F60.2 or the DSM-V Code 301.7.

The reason why I will not call ASPD Socio- or Psychopathy in this essay is that these terms have been obsolete since the introduction of the DSM-IV in 1994, the disorders have been merged into one disorder as well as the fact that the ASPD community widely regards these terms as the equivalent of a slur (If you do not have the disorder yourself, do not, under any circumstances, use these words. There are words such as ‘asshole’ that describe shitty people better than you being downright ableist in your choice of words. Note that the subreddits r/aspd and r/sociopath are overrun by illness fakers and people who refuse to get better, they do not represent people with the disorder really well).

According to the DSM-V, ASPD is described as the following:

“A. A pervasive pattern of disregard for and violation of the rights of others, occurring since age 15 years, as indicated by three (or more) of the following:

1. Failure to conform to social norms with respect to lawful behaviours, as indicated by repeatedly performing acts that are grounds for arrest,

2. Deceitfulness, as indicated by repeated lying, use of aliases, or conning others for personal profit or pleasure,

3. Impulsivity or failure to plan ahead,

4. Irritability and aggressiveness, as indicated by repeated physical fights or assaults,

5. Reckless disregard for the safety of self or others,

6. Consistent irresponsibility, as indicated by repeated failure to sustain consistent work behaviour or honour financial obligations,

7. Lack of remorse, as indicated by being indifferent to or rationalising having hurt, mistreated or stolen from another.

B. The individual is at least age 18.

C. There is evidence of conduct disorder with onset before age 15 years.

D. The occurrence of antisocial behaviour is not exclusively during the course of schizophrenia or bipolar disorder.”

What the diagnostic criteria of ASPD does not list is that people with the disorder often times also have low affect, which is indicated by shallow, rather fleeting, inconsistent emotionality as well as a partial or complete lack of affective (emotional) empathy. This is likely caused by chronic emotional dissociation and is irreversible.

People with ASPD are capable of feeling every emotion, but the operative here is can, not will. Often times the emotional experience is reduced to feeling content, bored, apathetic and angry or irritated. Everything else is very much background noise that can be ignored with ease. Also people with ASPD are able to use cognitive (learned) empathy, but often times this is used to manipulate. Some people with ASPD are self-aware, either through diagnosis or life experience. It is possible to have a completely normal life with this disorder and people around the person with ASPD do not notice that they have anything at all, because we are pretty much capable of faking emotions very well thanks to great observational skills. However, this does not apply to every person with ASPD.

ASPD is caused by prolonged abuse, neglect and/or trauma in (early) childhood which likely involved heavy exposure to violence. Poverty is also linked to the likelihood of someone developing it. A genetic link is being researched but has yet to be proven to be able to cause this disorder without any of the aforementioned. The so called ‘warrior gene’ theory is pretty much bullshit, as it is argued that it can only appear in people of European ethnicity. This theory is pretty much racism at its finest and therefore anti-science.

Antisocial Behaviour in former Child Soldiers

“Anti-Social and Disruptive Behaviour

PTSD is also significantly associated with negative behaviour against an individual’s own family, the expression of anger and hostility to others, and self-harm (Burton, Foy, Bwanausi, Johnson, & Moore, 1994; Deykin, 1999; Deykin & Buka, 1997; Dodge, 1993; Dutton e al., 2006; Friedman & Schnurr, 1995; Golding, 1999; Joshi & O’Donnell, 2003; Lewis, 1992; Perry & Pollard, 1998). Research shows that former child soldiers have difficulties in controlling aggressive impulses and have little skills for handling life without violence. These children show on-going aggressiveness within their families and communities, even after relocation to their home villages (Wessels, 2006). In a qualitative study, Magambo and Lett (2004) reported that former child soldiers in northern Uganda mainly applied physical violence to resolve conflicts. Although the children sympathised with victims of violence, they could not even think of non-violent alternatives, reflecting an absence of adequate social skills.

Most former child soldiers have spent several critical years of their development in captivity, under the constant threat of abuse and manipulation by their commanders.

Most probably, this period affects the development of a personal and collective identity (Kanagaratnam, Raundalen, & Asbjornson, 2005). In general, children exposed to war and child soldiering show a strong identification with their own group (Gloeckner, 2007; Jensen & Shaw, 1993), and develop a worldview dominated by political and nationalistic categories (Feshbach, 1994). In the Gloeckner (2007) study, it emerged that the longer children had stayed in abduction, the stronger was their rebel-related collective identity. But it may be that their collective identification might occur post hoc after return to their home communities. Gloeckner explained that questions and discussions of family and community members about the cruelty of the LRA’s actions may activate a process of reasoning about what had happened. Former beliefs about ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ actions might clash with current ones, and in order to regain cognitive homeostasis, identification with the rebel group is aspired. Interestingly, this study showed a positive correlation between collective identification and reactive aggression (physical and verbal aggression and anger). In addition, Gloeckner (2007) reported that formerly abducted children with PTSD might be especially vulnerable to accepting simplistic models of ‘good versus bad’ – a black and white worldview, which is a known cognitive distortion. Although a rigid political view might be protective during exposure to war events, it might facilitate violent behaviour after returning from the fighting to individuals’ home communities.

Children living in conditions of political violence and war have been described as ‘growing up too soon’ and ‘losing their childhood’ (Boothby & Knudsen, 2000; UNICEF, 2005, 2006). Levels of conscience seemed to be significantly related to the severity of PTSD symptomatology, but also with negative schematisations of self and others and lower self-efficacy ratings (Goenjian et al., 1999; Joseph, Brewin, Yule, & Williams, 1993; Saigh, Mroueh, Zimmerman, & Fairbanks, 1995).“

- The Psychological Impact of Child Soldiering (by Elisabeth Schauer and Thomas Elbert)

“Behavioral Problems

Former child soldiers exposed to brutal episodes of war-related violence face a range of behavioral problems. In addition, post-conflict factors may contribute to varying degrees of vulnerability to adverse behavioral outcomes. According to Lev Vygotsky the child’s culture and community that he lives in largely affects his development. Vygotsky believed that important learning by the child occurs through social interaction.

For a number of years child soldiers spend time with adult militants under strict rules and regulations. The children were constantly exposed to hostile situations that had negative impact on their psychosocial wellbeing. The children’s thinking pattern and cognitive schemas changed in to more aggressive and violent direction. The children were indoctrinated to perform atrocities without asking questions. They witnessed the gloomy realties of war that made drastic changes in their behavior. The children who had committed atrocities in the past have high risk of developing conduct disorders or anti-social personality disorder and addiction problems if their mental health issues are not appropriately addressed.

In Nepal, Kohrt and his team in 2008 concluded that post-conflict factors such as stigma might contribute to adverse mental health outcomes. Former child soldiers in his sample showed significantly higher symptoms of depression and PTSD compared to matched controls even after adjusting for exposure to traumatic events. In 2010 the researcher Betancourt did a prospective study to investigate psychosocial adjustment in male and female former child soldiers in Sierra Leone using 156 male and female child soldiers. Over the 2-year period of follow-up, youth who had wounded or killed others during the war demonstrated increases in hostility. It has been reported that former child soldiers in Uganda had various behavioral problems and some of them were charged with anti-social activity after their demobilization. Over 70% of prisoners in the juvenile crime unit in the Gulu District, Uganda are former child soldiers, incarcerated on charges of rape, assault and theft.

Social relationships play a key role in child’s behavior as explained by the Psychologist Urie Bronfenbrenner. Nested interacting spheres of social relationships that determine individual behavior and well-being are the fundamental components of analysis in social ecology. When these children were abducted and kept in camps, they had no way of having healthy social relationships.”

- Psychosocial Problems Of Child Soldiers (by Professor Daya Somasundaram and Dr. Ruwan M. Jayatunge)

These to excerpts from two different essays on the mental health of former child soldiers speak for themselves. ASPD is also the only personality disorder that is associated with child soldiers.

Although Raiden had been in treatment when sent to the United States, it doesn’t seem that the treatment had been appropriate enough to prevent him from developing ASPD. It’s mentioned in the Metal Gear wiki that he had at least become ‘outwardly stable’, however, we can see from how he behaves in canon that he hasn’t processed any of his trauma whatsoever. To treat PTSD or any personality disorder, appropriate trauma therapy is required. This has obviously not been the case for him, as he’s incredibly mentally unstable and violent. Even the introduction of nanomachines in his body through the Patriots hasn’t prevented any of his behavioural problems although they did successfully suppress his memories of his trauma, as we learn in MGS2.

The way Raiden shows traits of ASPD

Shallow Affect and Lack of Empathy

Albeit Raiden is portrayed as an emotional person, his emotionality often consists of anger and aggressiveness, and he doesn’t seem to be particularly empathetic either.

In fact, his lack of empathy (and how he justifies his actions to himself) is even being called out by Jetstream Sam in the 4th chapter of Metal Gear Rising. He is also shown to have no reactions to allies dying (Emma Emmerich in MGS2 and Naomi Hunter in MGS4) and is just awkwardly standing there like a cardboard cut-out. While Snake doesn’t show or say anything in these scenes either, his stance is not awkward like Raiden’s.

Raiden is also often told to calm down by various characters throughout the franchise when he is reacting to things with anger or aggression to an almost inappropriate level and he never takes it well. Neither is he good with receiving criticism, and will verbally attack the person who criticised him.

Kevin Washington also calls him creepy for how Raiden describes the cyborgs he is killing like ‘walking vending machines’.

It is also said in the script of MGS2 that Raiden in general has trouble understanding other people’s feelings.

Failure to conform to social norms

“Companies like ours — yours — bend the law as they see fit. Why not bend it when it can save innocent lives?” — Raiden to Boris in MGR

The entire game of Metal Gear Rising basically encompasses this whole part of Raiden. He is seen to be breaking the law out of an emotional urge (which Blade Wolf comments on as well after the awakening of Jack the Ripper) because seeing the children in the lab in Guadalajara being turned into cyborgs against their will triggered him. We learn that he doesn’t act like this because he is some kind of hero protecting the weak (as he is always trying to tell everyone including the player for the first half of the game), he does this out of selfish reasons — to have a reason to kill. His morality is quite grey. Sure, he is on the side of the ‘good guys’ — but his methods are cruel, the style of an anti-hero.

“Not that much of a hero after all, right?” — Raiden to Blade Wolf after killing Monsoon

He shifts his morality as he sees fit — same as the companies he is criticising. Armstrong points out their “kindred spirits” as he is dying at the end of the game as well and we as a player understand that our enemy is right. To achieve our goals, we went overboard with everything and justified our violence — Raiden’s violence — with doing the ‘right’ thing.

Manipulation and Deceitfulness

“So it was artificial on my end too. It was just a game, not the real thing.”

Raiden says this to Rose after she confesses to him that she is a Patriot spy and it almost feels like a confession. The way he says it is very callous, unlike how he talked to her before (and he reverts back to his ‘usual’ self later on anyway), it feels like a ‘mask slip’ where he says what he truly feels. I think about this scene a lot and it makes me believe that Raiden did not truly love Rose until he actually lost her (MGS4). Basically ‘not recognising what you had until you lose it’. People with ASPD often get into relationships to get something out of it – be that getting rid of boredom, money or sex – and they go very far when it comes to faking emotions such as love. It is often said that we cannot love, but this isn’t true. Love to us is more of a conscious choice of committing to someone rather than an emotion and can be very mature when it’s honest. We are also very obsessive lovers, which can turn very toxic very fast if not self-aware and controlled.

Impulsivity and the failure to plan ahead

Stabbing himself to impale Vamp without thinking through that he is going to bleed out, quitting his job at Maverick without thinking through how he is going to pay his bills in the future and the entire ordeal that is the World Marshal incident are what I can list on top of my head where Raiden acts very impulsively.

Aggressiveness, Abusive and Violent Behaviour

In MGS2, Rose mentions that Raiden ‘raised his hand against her’ when she tried to enter his room. This translates to more than just a slap in the face (and even that is horrible behaviour when you are in a relationship) if we look further into Raiden’s behaviour across all the games in which he appears. In the same game we learn that Raiden genuinely enjoys murder. He asks Snake about it, horrified about himself, if he does the same which Snake denies.

In MGS4, Rose talks to Snake about Raiden and why they aren’t together anymore. She speaks about how he became a violent alcoholic (Substance Use Disorder is highly common in people with ASPD) as he was unable to cope with his traumatic memories resurfacing. She implies that he got into regular fights as well, saying so by mentioning that he came home covered in cuts and bruises. We don’t know for sure, but it is likely that Raiden also hit Rose as well but she doesn’t outright say it. She just states that she is scared of him.

“I am worried about him, of course, but… I am also afraid of him.” — Rose about Raiden in MGS4 If you look closely at the scene in which Snake mentions Raiden’s family in MGS4, you get a quick glimpse of Raiden trying to hit Snake — only to break down and fall to his knees, crying. His willingness to physically assault people who are close to him is another one of these signs that speak for ASPD in him.

“Resolving everything with violence, is that it, Raiden?” — Sam to Raiden in MGR

“Feasting on the insides of your enemies?” — Monsoon to Raiden in MGR

Both Sam and Monsoon call out Raiden for his violence in MGR and how he justifies his actions with ‘protecting the weak’ which we learn in the same chapter, is a load of bullshit. Raiden confesses that he fights for the pain he feels — or likely, the adrenaline rushes one gets from it — when being hurt in a fight, that protecting the weak was a lie he told himself to ‘keep himself in check’ and that he thought that he could live a normal life, with his friends and family having his back. However, this didn’t work out and he found himself back on the battlefield and we finally learn why and the reasons are just as shallow as the rest of him.

Reckless disregard of the safety of self or others

Raiden’s recklessness in MGS4 could also be read as suicidal ideation, which is also something a lot but not all people with ASPD experience. Impaling himself and cutting off his own limbs are things I would consider ‘reckless disregard for the safety of self’ as he does this without thinking things through. In his fight with Vamp he definitely didn’t want to die in the end, so I suspect this to be him not thinking things through (which he does a lot, acting on impulses). The same goes for his wish to walk through the microwaves instead of Snake (and god I wish he would’ve gone instead of Snake), which Snake points out is suicidal and that he has a whole life to live still.

In MGR, Raiden decides to eradicate World Marshal, the largest PMC in the universe at the time of the game, entirely by himself. He raids its Headquarters with total disregard for his own safety or that of others, as he is just ‘lucky’ that the parts of Denver he is getting through, are blocked off from the public. Raiden doesn’t harm civilians — but he doesn’t particularly care if they die either. We know he’s lying to himself about being the good guy. Although his team is unofficially supporting him, he has no backup in case something happens.

Consistent Irresponsibility

Raiden is shown to be consistently irresponsible. He doesn’t hold himself accountable for his actions by lying to himself about his morality and basically gaslighting himself and others about his behaviour. He doesn’t listen to work instructions — Kevin calling him out in the first chapter of MGR for it — and therefore fails missions. He is also shown to constantly argue with the colonel in MGS2, always trying to get out of the situation he is being put into and not taking responsibility.

Lack of Remorse

In MGS2 we learn that Raiden enjoys murder without feeling any particular hard feelings about it. He is terrified about the realisation but doesn’t feel any particular feelings of guilt for it. Neither does he ever mention that he regrets having physically or emotionally harmed Rose in any of the games he appears in (Rose has issues too — they both definitely act like nothing bad ever happened between them at the end of MGS4 and I wish them both a nice stay in the psych ward).

Raiden’s justification to kill in MGR is to ‘protect the weak’ which later turns out to be a complete lie he tells himself and others to seem like the good guy. He’s very much gaslighting himself into believing this throughout the game until Sam and Monsoon confront him about his behaviour and hypocrisy and Raiden drops the mask and reveals his true intentions: that he fights to feel pain in battle, because he gets high on it and that he very much enjoys murder.

“Who protects the weak from the man who ‘protects the weak’?” — Monsoon to Raiden in MGR

In MGR you can also cut off the clothes of civilians you saved. If you do so, your teammates call you out for it. Raiden then does half assed apologies for it, even laughs when being called a nasty creep. He genuinely finds it funny to apparently terrify innocent civilians and doesn’t show any remorse when being called out for it.

Summary

Looking back, Raiden does show many traits of a person with Anti-Social Personality Disorder throughout all the games in which he appears. Although MGR is a lot more “in-your-face” with it, the mainline games show him having those traits very much as well (to be diagnosed one must meet 3 out of 7 listed criteria points, so even if you regard MGR as non-canon, he would still meet the criteria from what we learn from the mainline games). The fact that a lot of former child soldiers struggle with this disorder as adults adds to my theory that he has it. I often see people argue that MGR was not the direction that they would like to see Raiden go and that he is too ‘brutal’. In my opinion, MGR was the more realistic ending for him. I have ASPD and I know that white picket fence home lives just don’t work for people like us. We grow so bored, we start to fuck up shit for ‘fun’ and ruin our lives that way or get addicted to drugs. Raiden choosing the battlefield, finally accepting who he really is (‘Jack the Ripper’), is the more realistic and healthier ending for him than him just lying to himself and being on edge all the time, potentially ruining his marriage that way in the span of a year or two. Love cannot heal extreme childhood trauma, sorry guys. And Raiden seriously needs therapy.

[soracities]

hello! I wanted to reach out and ask, how do I keep my sincerity and softness in the face of being cringed at or people finding it off-putting/brush it off as some strange behavior or put on zealously? I don't want to hide behind the veneer of modernity, hyper-individualistic scorn and apathetic realism of "adulting". Most days I hide the whimsy I find joy in and maintain a mask of edgy attitude of cynicism that people swear is actually "maturity" and "realistic" and not a sarcastically performed indifference wielded to shield from immature feelings and expectations. Am I just being childish and naive for living lightheartedly, or do I need to find and embrace the aspects of postured maturity and polished poise?

I think you need to find and embrace the mode of living that will, truly, make this existence worth its while for you—whatever it is that leaves you feeling your most sincere, your most present, and your most at ease.

I'm not saying it's easy, trying to be true to what feels right for you and sometimes feeling others think less of you for it, but sometimes how people choose to respond to your way of being in the world has, ultimately, very little to do with you: I think at the heart of the most virulent cynicism is a great deal of fear and perhaps an even greater amount of hurt that hasn't been resolved. Different people will have their own vision and understanding of the world, and that's fine: you can try and understand it, try to see what life looks like from this person's standpoint, and even allow it to inform your own (you can even counter other people's statements sometimes; not in an argumentative way but simply by stating a fact: that you're enjoying things while you can, or whatever way is most relevant)—but you can do so without needing to make their vision yours: it isn't an either/or scenario, and you can only and account for your own life and the shape YOU want to give it. Maturity, in my view, has little to do with any inherited pessimism from seeing the world "as it really is"; rather, it's seeing the world as is, with all its joy and its horror, and acknowledging that duality, trying to see and understand the multiplicities that exist within it (postured cynicism included) and finding an intentional way to move through it and with it.

Sometimes, the way I like to look at questions like this is by telling myself that, if I have to choose one stance then I have to choose it all the time, for everything, everyone, everywhere. Which means that if I choose cynicism, then that is all I am allowed to respond with, to any single thing or instance, even the most loving. It may not work for everyone, but I think it's a nice grounding exercise for me because it allows me to imagine what my worldview could be, and if that's something I truly want. At the end of the day nobody can determine what the world should look like for you, and based on how you worded your ask I think you know in your heart where your values truly lie. More than anything I think it maybe helpful to you to try and find people whose own views are similar to yours—either through shared hobbies, or other passion projects. As I said, the only that is really within our scope in a world that is as unpredictable (and sometimes inhospitable) as ours, is to find the ways that make it bearable for you, because you are the one who has to walk that path, no one else. I hope some of this helps, anon x

[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

Everything indicates that "When The World Is Crashing Down" will end as expected, and although this fills me with sadness as I learned to love and root for the main couple, I think it's appropriate for Aegon to die. How could he survive after so much physical trauma? There is a limit to the human body, but if you want to use some 💫 magic 💫 or 💫the power of protagonism💫, I don't think anyone will complain 😬😚

However, I wondered what I would like Angel to say to Cregan, or what I would say in her place. I imagine this:

Greens lose, blacks win, everything according to the book.

After crowning Aegon the Younger, Cregan returns to Winterfeel taking Angel with him. She seems isolated, apathetic, just a ghost of who she once was, a ghost of the image Cregan created in his head of who she was. He assumes it is because of all the suffering she went through as a prisoner of the Greens and is gentlemanly and respectful towards her, but still wants the engagement to go through. Angel doesn't oppose anything. What else could she do? She is just a woman, she has suffered so many losses and she still had to marry the man responsible for it. All the joy drained from her body along with Aegon's death. All that remains now is an empty body.

On their wedding night, after all the festivities, in which Angel spent the entire day without expressing an emotion, the two prepare to consummate their marriage.

Cregan is anxious and a little reluctant, afraid of hurting her. But Angel appears cold and indifferent. He assumes it's nervousness, embarrassment or modesty. He says she doesn't need to be afraid, he will treat her well, that he knows what the usurper did to her and that it will be nothing like the same.

The moment those words leave Cregan's mouth, something rises in Angel.

She slowly turns around and faces her new husband.

"What did he do to me? Do you know what he did to me? Of course not. How could you? You never asked me anything. Nobody ever asked me anything. They just assumed the worst that could have happened, accepted it as truth and slandered my name to the seven kingdoms. But no one ever asked me anything! Do you want to know what he did to me?"

Cregan tries to interrupt her, says she doesn't need to relive this moment of suffering. She gives a dry laugh, looks firmly at him and replies:

"Nothing. He never did anything to me. It's true, he took my maidenhood, but not without my consent. All the times, days and nights, that I lay in his bed was because I wanted to. But not just in his bed. On the floor, in the library, on the couch..." she says teasing him with venom in her words "Wherever he wanted me I gave myself to him willingly. Do you know why? Because I loved him. Truly, deeply and intensely. I LOVED HIM! I married him under the traditions of Old Valyria. I CHOSE HIM. AND YOU" pointing her finger at his chest "TOOK HIM FOR ME!"

By now, Angel is filled with hatred, resentment and bitterness

"Look at me, I want you to look into my eyes when I tell you this: you can have me as your wife, you may take my body, but you, Cregan Stark, will never, EVER possess my heart, for it is already dead along with the man I loved. King Aegon, second of his name, of the houses Targaryen and Hightower. The true love of my life. If you want to have me, you will have to force yourself on me and you will become exactly what you accused Aegon of being".

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Or, in a simplified way, as Adele said " You may have my number, you can take my name. But you'll never have my heart"

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Oh my god! OH MY GOD! Why would you make me read this. This fucked me up so bad. Oh my godddddd!!! My heart is broken! I'm crying into my cherry cheesecake! Is this what y'all feel like when you read my angsty angsty fics?? I need HELP! This is a WAR CRIME!

[justlarkin]

Can you make an analysis of Fuxi’s character so he can be understood? Some hate him because of the doxxing but I know he’s different from the other WRs. Now that I know his reasons calling him a siscon seems wrong…

Idk why but my brain completely blanked out when you asked this. Okay, so I have mentioned a lot of this before, but I'll go ahead and give you the full run-down.

-With the main two misconceptions about him: 1) No. It has never been mentioned or implied that he was abusive towards his sister and they didn't have a sexual/romantic relationship nor did he want that type of relationship with her. Fuxi literally hasn't even flirted with MC yet, he's not into it. He's just a weird dude who dotes on his sister too much. That's it. 2) Fuxi isn't the one who doxxed MC. It was the other Invaders like Masanori, Perun, and Volkh who did it. BUT Fuxi was aware that they were going to do it and let it happen because it'd be convenient for him, which was a shitty thing to do. 'Kay? 'Kay.

-Personality: Fuxi comes off as a kind, well-mannered gentleman, but he is mostly apathetic and a bit manipulative. Fuxi has become indifferent to everything due to his future telling ability and the repetitive destruction of Penglai, so he doesn't particularly care for much. For example: Fuxi doesn't horde things such as wealth and he's indifferent towards the world and others. He can also be a bit of a manipulator because he knows exactly what to say to convince others to do what he wants. When it comes to his sister he genuinely loves them and is overprotective of them. It isn't some weird manipulation tactic, his feelings are genuine. Even if he did try to mess with MC/Nüwa, it wouldn't work because they can easily see through him. Fuxi's more petty and immature side also comes out when it comes to them since he's not afraid to do dumb shit for their attention and affection.

-Nüwa: Fuxi and Nüwa were the only survivors every time the world was destroyed, so Nüwa could be considered the most stable thing in his life. Even if the world ended and everyone else died, he could rely on Nüwa to be with him. Fuxi dedicated himself to protecting his sister, even going as far as viewing it as his only purpose in life. When it comes to Fuxi's boredom and indifference towards the world, Nüwa was the only exception. She was the only one Fuxi could never predict or understand and she was the only one who moved his heart. Nothing else really interested him, so Fuxi kinda just made Nüwa his hyperfixation. Unfortunately though, Fuxi's apathy made him view everything Nüwa did as pointless and caused him to develop the tendency to wait around and watch things happen before swooping in last minute, which Nüwa disliked about him. As mentioned before, Nüwa knew that Fuxi was looking down on her, so she did the same to him and eventually left Penglai.

-Siscon: His obsessive siscon trait is often written off as a joke, but Fuxi is like that because he's legitimately mentally unwell. That's not an exaggeration or joke. After losing Nüwa, the only one he loved and his only purpose in living, Fuxi became increasingly unstable. On top of that, Tokyo and the loops made all of the world representatives more unstable in general and they all began to indulge in their worse traits. So he was already going through it and Tokyo made him 12x worse when he got there. I'm sure he already had siscon tendencies when Nüwa was there, but he went completely off the wall by the time we were introduced to him.

Anyways, I think Fuxi is just a flawed man who is capable of both good and bad things, but I admire his dedication and love towards his sister… even though he's weird about it. Plus he's really fuckin goofy and that's funny.

[2oosterr]

i love orca so much i could actually write a novel about her | wc: 0.7k

ryan got her anger issues from her mother.

she didn't inherit it, no, her mother always had a sort of apathetic calmness about her, but the rage that's always just under the surface of ryan's skin was born from that indifference.

there were times, when ryan was still young and still lived under that roof, where she used to lay awake at night and pray to whatever god was up there for her mother to scream at her, yell, throw things, do something – hell, she even wished she would hit her sometimes, however wrong that was. anything would've been better than the coldness she'd get from who was supposed to be her caregiver.

every purposeful attempt to invoke some sort of anger in her mother would be met with an eye roll and a turned back. an offhanded 'go bother somebody else' if she was lucky. she never got the reaction she wanted, but she never stopped trying, either. she would observe, analyse, pinpoint an insecurity or shortcoming and sink her teeth in as hard as she could, but still, no matter how calculating she became, nothing.

when she eventually left home it came as a surprise to her how easy it was to get under people's skin. it was oddly satisfying to pull at one thread and watch them completely unravel with so little effort. it became addictive – fun, even. it was cruel, and she knew that well, but it filled her with a sadistic sense of power that went straight to her head after so many years of feeling inconsequential and insignificant.

predictably, she didn't make a lot of friends. she was mean and vindictive, taking advantage of the rare kindness of others for her own sick entertainment until they gave up entirely on getting close to her. it was better that way, she would always justify, she would make it on her own, just like she always had. that, and it really was like a game to her, toying with others until either of them got bored and moved on.

it came as a shock to her when berlin, and later eric, stuck around her despite how awful she was. she insulted them and tried desperately to get them to give up on her, but the just never did. not only that, but they actually seemed to enjoy her icy attitude. it was endlessly confusing, how two people so different to her could end up being so similar, but somehow they came to mean a great deal to her.

joining the osod was the step backwards she'd feared. when things go too well for too long, there was always that feeling in the back of her mind that was waiting for the other shoe to drop. serving under colonel ellis and facing that all too familiar detached calmness, it brought back those long dormant feelings she thought she'd buried. the nights of one sided arguments and broken things that got swept under the rug before they even had a chance to stain the carpet.

ryan hated colonel ellis. she was a constant reminder of something she wanted to leave behind. everything she taught her ryan would never forget, but in the back of her mind ellis's death brought with it some sort of catharsis. closure for something ellis emulated, but never was.

these days, now she's older and slightly mellowed with her age, she sees a piece of herself in her soldiers when they push her buttons. they jab and laugh, but unlike her, they're not malicious. they joke about her insecurities to prove how much they care, that they notice the little things. it bothers her, but not in the way it used to. it stirs up feelings of companionship she thought berlin took with him.

ryan always gives them the reaction they're looking for. she yells and laughs and bears her teeth and meets them halfway. they're never left wondering why she won't care enough for them to absorb their words, and they'd never have to become as cynical as her just to survive an uncaring authority, and in every way, ryan is nothing like her mother.

[abbzworld]

A Better Holiday Season

AN – I made this for a Bugsnax Secret Santa event here on Tumblr. My giftee was @frostbite-the-bat I hope you enjoy reading your gift!

Oh, and Merry Christmas! :D

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If Buddy was perfectly honest, he hadn’t been terribly fond of Christmas for a while now.

Ever since he turned eighteen, he’d just become… disassociated with this time of the year. Sure, he’d try to participate in any festivities going on, he’d donate some of his earnings and belongings to charity, and he would do his best to not be a Grinch or Scrooge-like figure for others, especially the younger ones.

But on a personal level, Christmas didn’t do much for him as an adult compared to the way it did when he was a grumpling.

Of course, fate has an ironic sense of humor at times and Buddy was roommates with Filbo now. And despite being quite busy with his mayoral duties for the past six months, he was never too busy to celebrate Christmas with his friends.

And as Buddy probably should’ve realized by now because of how he’d been back on Snaktooth – what with the almost childlike optimism in the face of adversity and his love for throwing parties – Filbo was like a grumpling in a grown-up’s body for Christmas.

He made sure to attend and donate at charitable events as well as some light shows, completely decorated both the inside and the outside of the town hall and his mayoral mansion that he’d gotten from the city after he’d won the election, and was doing his best to keep up with his paperwork and other such duties so that way, it wouldn’t cut into his celebrations.

It had gotten to the point that Buddy or even someone else like his secretary or some other member of his staff had to persuade him to try to take it easy every once in a while!

And yet, despite Filbo’s unending and almost infectious love for Christmas, Buddy still couldn’t help but remain rather indifferent and apathetic towards the holiday season. Even as the lights shone bright enough outside for him to see from the living room window, the decorations that hung above and around the fireplace, walls and ceiling inside the mansion, and the Christmas tree which stood proudly in the corner, Buddy felt absolutely nothing in the face of all of this.

And that bothered him to no end.

Filbo was clearly trying so hard with his Christmas decorations and preparations, and even though Buddy had done his best to remain at least somewhat content in the face of Filbo’s enthusiasm and joy around the holiday season, he still found it difficult to get excited for it the way he had when he was young.

Back before everything began to change…

“Hey, Buddy?”

Startled from his thoughts, Buddy looked up and could see Filbo standing near the entrance to the living room, giving him a gentle smile.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

Shaking his head slightly in an attempt to dispel the bad memories, he took a deep breath and smiled his best smile at Filbo. “Sure. What’s up?”

As Filbo sat beside him on the couch, Buddy could see how happy and excited he seemed at the moment, causing Buddy’s stomach to twist a bit since he could guess that Filbo was about to talk to him about something regarding the holidays.

And sure enough, Filbo asked him, “Well, I was just wondering what you wanted for Christmas. We have two weeks until Christmas Day and so we might want to get at it, huh?”

Buddy went silent, considering what to tell him that wouldn’t make him concerned or sad. Eventually, he resorted to shrugging as he said, “You know, I haven’t actually given it much thought.”

Filbo’s eyes widened to an almost comical degree as he exclaimed, “You haven’t?! But why not?!”

Buddy stifled a sigh at his reaction. It’s always the same…

Swallowing roughly, he attempted to lie and say, “Well you know, it’s just that I don’t really want anything right now.”

“Really?” Filbo questioned, tilting his head.

Buddy shook his head. “Not really. I mean, I don’t have much of a need for toys or books or food right now, right?”

Filbo chuckled, a sound that lightened Buddy’s mood a bit. “Yeah, I suppose that’s true. But hey, if you ever change your mind, just let me know okay?”

Buddy smiled more genuinely at Filbo’s words as he nodded and said, “Will do. Thank you.”

Filbo smiled back at him before he told him, “And don’t worry. If I’m perfectly honest, I don’t really want much for Christmas either. It was really difficult to come up with just a few things to put on a list to give to people!”

Buddy stared inquisitively at him, causing him to elaborate by saying, “I’ve become mayor, my town and its citizens are doing great, my friends are fine, I live in a big house and…”

He suddenly became all bashful, prompting Buddy to have to ask him, “What is it?”

“…well, I have you as a roommate…”

Filbo chuckled nervously, blushing as Buddy had to fight to keep the heat off of his face as well. “Oh… Well, um… Thank you!”

They both smiled at each other, a warm feeling growing in Buddy’s chest as Filbo nodded and said, “You’re welcome!”

Afterwards, Filbo had to excuse himself to go do some more paperwork so that way, he’d be done in time for the holidays.

And as he left the room, Buddy felt very conflicted. On one hand, he was grateful for Filbo’s presence as well as his kind words.

…but on the other hand, it only made Buddy feel awful for lying to him.

Because there was something Buddy wanted for Christmas…

Something that would make him the happiest grump alive…

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As the days continued to pass, Buddy struggled to ignore the guilt that was festering inside of him for not sharing what was bothering him and what he really wanted for Christmas with Filbo.

He tried his best to rationalize that it would only make Filbo sad and he obviously didn’t want to make his friend sad at his favorite time of the year. Regardless of how he tried to make it sound in his head, however, the guilt just wouldn’t go away.

And today, it was worse than ever, especially since Filbo was taking it upon himself to interact with his citizens – both young and old – outside in the freezing cold temperatures. He was having a snowball fight with some of the grumplings as their parents watched from the sidelines.

He always seemed so determined to be there for his citizens, whereas Buddy stayed cooped up inside on the couch almost all day, trying his best to ignore both the outside world and his conscious…

Right now, he was attempting to concentrate on a book he was reading. It was a really well-written and in-depth book that had captured his attention a month ago and he had been meaning to finish it for a while now. However, his eyes kept drifting towards the window where he could see Filbo running around, helping some of the younger grumplings make a snowball or running away from all of the snow being pelted at him from the older ones.

All of the shrieks and laughter coming from outside kept capturing Buddy’s attention, no matter how he tried to ignore it all to solely focus on his book.

Eventually though, he heard a familiar yelp as well as a thump and some more laughter.

Unable to stop himself, he looked out the window yet again to see Filbo, rolling around on his back in a playful way, overacting as he’d obviously been pelted with a snowball and was pretending to die now. Everyone was laughing and having the time of their lives as Filbo continued to play-up and drag out how he was “dying from a grievous wound”, to the point that Buddy himself had to stifle a chuckle as well. It was also quite clear that Filbo himself was trying to avoid corpsing as he eventually flopped down on the ground, a big smile on his face.

Buddy finally couldn’t hold it in any longer and chuckled as everyone around Filbo applauded and cheered for his Grumpy award-winning performance. After he’d gotten up and taken his bows, he informed them that he was getting cold and that he should head back inside to warm back up.

Some of the younger ones protested but eventually conceded after both Filbo and their parents explained that no one wanted the mayor or his citizens getting frostbitten. So while they were still disappointed, everyone eventually went home after saying their goodbyes.

By the time Filbo had finally come inside, he was quite rosy cheeked and his nose was all red.

“Woo!” Filbo exclaimed, quickly taking off his outwear, grabbing a thick quilt from a nearby closet and cozying up in front of the fireplace which already had a roaring fire going in it, which in turn made the living room feel nice and warm.

“Is it cold out there?” Buddy asked, already knowing the answer. And sure enough, Filbo nodded.

“Yes! I mean, it’s always fun to run around and play with the grumplings, but goodness!” He panted, blowing hot air into his paws to try to warm them up.

“I’ll go make you some hot chocolate.” Buddy chuckled, standing up and venturing into the kitchen as Filbo called out after him, “Can you add mini marshmallows, too?”

“Yep! And nothing else, right?”

“Nope!”

By the time his hot chocolate was done, Filbo had warmed up some but he still sighed in relief as he grasped the hot beverage in his paws, warming them up before taking a grateful sip.

“Gee, thanks Buddy!”

Buddy smiled at him. “Anytime.”

They both sat there in amiable silence for a little while longer until Buddy eventually asked him, “Filbo, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Hm?”

Buddy paused briefly, considering his next words, before he asked Filbo, “Now that we’re six months into your mayoral run, is it at all what you expected?”

Filbo paused in thought, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. Eventually, he told Buddy, “Well… to be completely honest… no.”

Buddy nodded as Filbo elaborated by saying, “I mean, I obviously wasn’t a very good mayor back on Snaktooth, what with nobody taking me seriously and my personal struggle with my lack of self-confidence.”

“But I obviously got better at it and now, I’m an officially elected mayor back here on the mainland! And sure, the paperwork and bureaucracy can be a pain to deal with sometimes-”

Buddy had to chuckle at that.

“-but all in all, I’m glad that I’m mayor now. I mean, I have a fairly good rating amongst my citizens, I have a good say in what goes on and I have to admit that it’s nice that other grumps are taking me seriously now…”

Buddy silently nodded as he finished by saying, “So all in all, no. It’s nothing like what I expected. But that’s actually a good thing in this case!”

They both smiled at each other before Filbo suddenly got a wistful look on his face. “I just really wish that Lizbert and Eggabell could see me now. I wonder how they’d react to all of this? Would they be surprised? Or would they be like ‘I told you so’?”

Buddy felt his stomach clench at Filbo’s words, knowing just how much he missed them especially since he and everyone else didn’t know what had happened to them after the air ship left Snaktooth.

“…hey Buddy?” Filbo’s voice suddenly jarred Buddy from his melancholy thoughts.

“Yes?”

Filbo hesitated before asking him straight up, “…do you truly think that they’re okay?”

Buddy swallowed a lump in his throat at Filbo’s question, unsure as to what to say before he eventually settled on, “…yes. Yes, I do.”

Filbo looked unconvinced, causing Buddy to elaborate by saying, “They have to be, Filbo. It’s certainly better than dwelling on… the alternative. Right?”

Filbo silently nodded, staring at him as he then said, “And besides, they’ve been in tighter squeezes, right?” Buddy then smiled, “Not to mention that they have each other now! Just like we do!”

Filbo shakily smiled at him before nodding and saying, “Yes, you’re right. Of course you’re right! I’m sorry, it’s just that…”

He sighed. “I really miss them…”

Buddy felt his stomach clench all over again as Filbo shook his head sadly. “I really, really miss them.”

And then, before he even knew what he was saying, Buddy was telling Filbo, “I know what that feels like…”

Filbo then looked up in confusion at Buddy, causing him to suddenly realize what he had just said.

“Who do you miss, Buddy?” Curiosity lined Filbo’s words, even as Buddy’s eyes went wide and he desperately tried to cover up what he’d just said by stammering, “U-Um… It’s nothing!”

Filbo looked both confused and a bit hurt by Buddy’s refusal to explain what he’d meant, and those sad eyes gazing into Buddy’s panicked ones finally broke his resolve to not mention his past to Filbo.

“I-I mean… ugh…”

“You don’t have to tell me.” Filbo quickly reassured him. “I don’t want to pry.”

Buddy heavily sighed and told him, “No, no… You deserve to know.”

Filbo then hesitantly nodded as he said, “A-Alright… Who… Who do you miss, Buddy?”

Buddy himself hesitated before finally saying, “…my family.”

Filbo stayed quiet, allowing Buddy to gather his thoughts as he began his explanation.

“You see, I loved Christmas when I was a grumpling. I loved the pretty lights and decorations, I loved talking and writing to Grumpy Claws, I loved waking up on Christmas Day after barely being able to sleep the previous night and waking everybody up in order to rush downstairs and begin opening presents… and I loved the food. The ham and stuffing were my favorite parts of Christmas dinner.”

Filbo smiled at him as Buddy then continued by saying, “It was always just my grandparents, my parents and myself each and every Christmas. We were as close as a family could get and even as I grew well into my teenage years, I never grew apart from them. And Christmas was always such a fun and joyous time of the year for me as a result.”

Filbo stayed silent, allowing Buddy to gather his thoughts and say, “…but eventually, they all passed away.”

Filbo roughly swallowed as Buddy took a deep, shaky breath and said, “First, it was my grandparents. They ended up dying together in their sleep one night and even though I probably should’ve expected it, what with their advanced age, I was still devastated. My parents were as well. Not to mention that I was only sixteen at the time and that it was the first major loss I’d ever experienced in my life.”

Buddy had to pause in order to gather his emotions as he recalled that awful morning in August, waking up to hear his mother crying with his father coping no better even as he desperately tried to comfort her. And then the three of them mourning their mutual loss when Buddy in turn found out.

“Christmas wasn’t the same that year, for obvious reasons…”

A few moments of silence passed before Filbo asked, “…what about your parents?” in a quiet, hesitant tone of voice, as he clearly did not want to have to remind Buddy of this painful part of his life.

“…They went about a year-and-a-half later.” Buddy whispered. “It happened because of a really bad snowstorm that they got caught in while out driving. The visibility was low and the roads were slick. It was only a matter of time before something happened.”

Tears were gathering in his eyes now, recalling that horribly vivid memory of the authorities coming to his front door, informing him with sorrow and regret in their eyes that his parents had been killed in a car accident just two hours after they’d left the house.

Filbo himself was trying to hold in tears by this point. “I… gosh, I’m so sorry Buddy.”

Buddy nodded his thanks before taking another deep breath and saying, “…and that’s why I don’t really enjoy this time of the year anymore.”

“Because it just isn’t the same without them?”

Buddy nodded, his voice cracking a bit as he said, “…A-And I’ve never found anyone else to celebrate it with… I-It’s always… just been me ever since that day… And w-what I want most for Christmas is… for me to be able to… to see them again. Just one last time…”

Filbo then got up and sat down beside Buddy, gently embracing him. “Yeah, I know how you feel… well, kind of. I mean, we don’t really know what happened to Lizbert and Eggabell because, like you said, they might still be alive. But still… with no one around to celebrate it with you anymore, it’s no wonder you struggle with this time of the year now!”

Buddy said nothing, cuddling up beside Filbo.

“But hey, at least you’re not alone anymore like you were before.”

Buddy glanced up at Filbo with teary eyes, seeing a gentle smile on his face. “I mean, I’m not trying to replace your family or anything like that, but you have me now. You have me and everyone else from the expedition.”

Buddy swallowed as Filbo continued by saying, “In fact, if you want me to, I can call them later tonight or even tomorrow, whichever works best for you! That way, you won’t have to be alone anymore!”

Buddy could feel more tears gather in his eyes, though this time, they were of happiness. “…I’d…” He paused to sniffle and take another deep breath. “I’d really appreciate that…”

Filbo smiled at him before he asked, “So, what time do you think will be best?”

Buddy paused before shrugging, “Well, I suppose the sooner the better. So whenever everyone is free, I’ll be free.”

Filbo nodded, gave him another gentle squeeze and then left the living room, leaving Buddy alone with his thoughts.

That… had gone much better than Buddy had expected. But in all honesty, what had he been expecting? This was Filbo he had just talked to! He barely had a mean bone in his body!

But still… all of that sharing of his history had left him feeling raw and emotional, two things he didn’t like feeling.

But if it was in front of Filbo… it was hard to really mind.

With that, Buddy smiled and picked up his book again.

He had to finish this chapter.

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About a day later, Filbo was able to arrange for everyone to GrumpTime each other on one big conference call.

They mostly talked life, potential Christmas presents and what everyone’s plans were for the holidays. They all joked around and talked jovially until Chandlo finally decided to break the news that him and Snorpy were getting married!

Everyone was over the moon about this, offering their congratulations as the newly engaged couple both promised to make sure that everyone would be able to come.

By the time everyone had said their goodbyes and had signed off, Buddy was feeling much better about both himself and Christmas as a whole.

Filbo had been right, after all. He had a new family now, one that would never replace his old family but one that he could make new memories with, whether or not it was Christmas.

And as it turned out, that had been Buddy’s best Christmas in years.

After that, he looked at the lights and decorations with a bright smile on his face. He participated in Christmas events with a renewed vigor. And he even let Filbo give him a present come Christmas morning.

The present in question? A kiss under the mistletoe.

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The End

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[bluedevilsrpg]

DEMON EATER

VICE CAPTAIN. NB. ( 29 ) Jung Hoyeon TW: war, death, ptsd

HISTORY

IS THIS WHAT IT IS LIKE, TO CARRY THE BURDENS OF DECIMATING GLORY? In broad daylight as the sun shone, you stood witness to the unraveling of war. Always watching, you observed the mannerisms of predator and prey where the one who survived was deemed the champion. In the reflection of a pool of blood, it began with a childhood friend, then a beloved grandparent; slowly the river styx took your closest family. You became hardened by the pain and grief, as a child, something desperate grew. Every day you wore your coat of knives, the blades sharp enough to pierce anything that wanted to crawl beneath your skin; friend and foe alike. There is a hollowness in your eyes when you swing your hilt, the bite of your metal striking always first. You understand what is required to live, so you fight without an ounce of hesitation. Others praise your resilience, your lack of hesitation and all the mechanisms that physically compete to be near flawless. But you feel nothing and that is the price of your invulnerability. 

What becomes of you in the comfort of your cynical indifference and your apathetic nature? The sweet inhalation of smoke and memories that trickle down your eyes without a single sound from your lips. At the seams of your metallic skin, you feel the beginning of your undoing. The clangs of metal ring louder and something demonic gnaws at your humanity, war does not determine victors, that you have learned, war only results in those who remain. And in the path that you have walked with your grimy feet, you stand alone in what began as despair. You win and you weep. But what is left to save in a graveyard of abandoned hopes and discarded memories? You do not know, and on your knees, you pray for everything to dissipate.

CONNECTIONS

BLOOD THIEF ⌱ THE SHARPEST WEAPON IS FORGED BY SILENCE

The scent of decay and death never escapes you and you are reminded of all that you have lost. You’ve grown numb to the way in which you must kill and no one else dares approach the killer of millions. When you meet her, she is unlike all others who have gone to war. Some do it for madness, others for duty, and the remainder are ravaged by grief. But BLOOD THIEF stood tall and looked you in the eye when she journeyed by your side. She held her head high, eyes hardened with stubborn resolve. She doesn’t beg for your mercy nor your help. Instead she gambles her life, by approaching you when no one else dared to. The past awakens from the slumbers of the cold, a silent obligation made in the dreams that visit you in the night - no matter what, you wanted to see her alive. She chooses to walk down a dangerous path that will send her to her last breath. You know how it all ends, and for once, you refuse to receive another nightmare of a lost soul. She has given you an invaluable reminder of a purpose, a survival, a hope.

MASTER OF DEATH  ⌱ IT IS THE WORLD THAT IS CRUEL

Loneliness is like a cloth that is stuck to your skin. You had accepted your fate to survive and succumb to the ravages of war on your own. He was one of the very few that managed to leave an impression, one that began to unlock the memories of your past. You found yourself pouring your soul out to him about the people in your past, the lives you had taken, the future that stared at you murky and hollow. You spoke of every consequence that befell you as a result, every consequence that you deserved. He spoke warmly and kindly, and broke through to the way you had always seen yourself and it reminded you of your humanity. You feared becoming a burden and slowly began to withdraw from him. His kindness and aide was a gift and you would not allow yourself to outstay your welcome. And perhaps that was what led you to perpetual death's doorstep. You knew if he saw you in that state he never would have left. So you lied through your teeth, making sure he would know that you were dead. He would be free of your troubles and you would carry on without the fear of losing him.

CURSED SOLDIER ⌱ WHAT IS EVIL BUT A PERSON WHO NEVER TASTED GOOD?

They smelled like rot and looked like scum. Your distaste was made the moment you faced them on the battlefield. You fought for your life while he fought for his and perhaps the Gods deemed you equally worthy to live another day. You have witnessed horrors and gruesome acts like none other and there was a loathing that churned from within you for bearing witness to it all with your head lowered. You tolerated it all as a means to preserve what little sanity still clung to the fragments of your mind. Unlike you who hid from reality, he wore every crime with impenetrable skin. While he continued to be the hideous beast he was, you saw a glimpse beneath the flesh. He is a monster that devours other brutes. He was as terrible as he was good; a dichotomy that you knew all too well and despised seeing in him. You refuse to share these similarities and he continues to provoke you in a way that lessens the invisible barrier that separates you from him. One day the scales will tip and you will accept a fate worse than the emptiness you live in and you will bare your fangs in hunger. 

GOD KILLER ⌱ TOILING THE SOIL TO DISTRACT MYSELF FROM THE SORROWS

The arrangement was a simple one to begin with - you needed a means to keep yourself alive and he provided you with a position to do so. You never yearned for power nor did you seek to overstep the lines and this sense of neutrality gained his trust. While you worked for him, you never questioned any of his plans and went along with it so long as you were paid. No payment ever came late. However, the more you began to earn, the more you were forced into shouldering heavier burdens. While you rarely exchanged vocal opinions with each other; a silent understanding began to grow between the cracks. More often than not, you were the peace to his chaos and inevitably, the one to clean up the messes that came from his decisions. You’ve grown accustomed to his mannerisms and even find yourself chuckling fondly when his temper flares. Neither of you would ever admit it but there’s a friendship that ties the two of you together. You’ve contemplated leaving to pursue a new adventure but there’s a sense of guilt that chews on the paper thin edges of your being. Everyone else was so easy to leave, but why not him? Perhaps it was pity or familiarity.

DEMON EATER IS CLOSED & THEIR SPECIAL STAT IS STRENGTH.