it probably looks like i copied you tbh
i promise i wasn’t trying to-
i’ve been thinking about making milo canonically be a hashira for a while
you letting your intrusive thoughts win just inspired me:3
HhgshJSHSJSHS first off; it was impulsive thoughts. Intrusive thoughts are thoughts you don’t genuinely want like murder and other bad things
Second, I didn’t think you copied me at all HahahahsJAHWHSH, but I am egotistical and knew that I was apart of the reason why you made Milo a hashira so I’m very honored of that !! NWHWHSH Now both Mari and Milo are silly hashira buddies!
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Ghosts
“You agreed.” The hero muttered, shutting their eyes. “You agreed to stay away, to stop doing this.”
“You should know better than to make deals with me, love.” The villain’s voice floated through the hero’s ears, making it impossible to tell where they were really coming from.
But it didn’t really matter, the source of the voice, because the hero wouldn’t look anyways.
“Open those pretty eyes for me, hm?”
It was almost easier when the hero was alone. There was no one to cast sympathetic eyes whenever they went pale, no one to call them crazy, no one to force a doctor’s visit.
They weren’t crazy, they didn’t need a doctor, and they didn’t need sympathy, they needed the villain to uphold their end of this bargain.
“I did you your favor. Leave me be, please.” The last part came out as just a whisper.
“And I am grateful for you, truly. Don’t misunderstand this as me being petulant. I’m simply finding the best way to repay you.”
“I don’t need to be repaid!” They, slammed their hand against the wall, and opened their eyes in a mad fury, wishing immediately that they didn’t.
The villain’s ghostly form shimmered in front of the hero, smiling.
“There are those pretty eyes.”
“What do you want!” The hero snarled. “Why won’t you leave me alone?”
“I already told you, I want to thank you in full. Now that I’m ‘dead’,” The chuckled, the inside joke amusing to them at the hero’s expense. “I live how I please. I would like the same for you.”
“This is how I please.”
The villain frowned, and disappeared, though their disembodied voice lingered.
“Liar. I see the way they look at you, full of pity. Would you like me to make it stop?”
“It’s because of you. Yes, I want you to make it stop, I want you to go away.”
Silence, and for a foolish moment, the hero thought that the villain might have honored their wish.
“They don’t quite seem the same anymore, do they?”
A foolish moment.
“Regardless of how heroic the act is, you still killed someone, you still killed me, and that makes them look at you, not just with pity, but with fear.”
“I didn’t kill you!”
“But they don’t know that.”
The villain appeared in front of the hero once more, causing them to jump, backing away from their nemesis.
But then there were hands on their shoulders, gripping them tightly.
The hero couldn’t help the heavy breathing, the involuntary shutting of their eyes.
“Another trick, another abuse of your ability. You aren’t here. You aren’t really here.”
“You’re so alone these days, aren’t you, love?” The villain’s voice right above the hero’s ear. “You can’t live as you please, not while they watch you the way they do. But if you were dead like me…”
“Stop it!”
“You would be free. I’ll make it stop for you, love, the pitying eyes and the fearful glances, I’ll make it all stop. This city will weep for what they once had.”
“I don’t want–!”
“Hush.”
The hero fell limp as the villain’s form fully solidified to hold them.
“You’ll find being dead the most freeing experience one can have. And you will get to watch these disgusting humans grovel beneath you as terror reigns. All the while, we’ll be ghosts.”
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