#implied infidelity

[nekrosdolly]

washing machine heart (18+)

toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart, baby bang it up inside.

cw; implied cheating, workplace romance, reader is the bad guy here, hurt/no comfort, eventual sex, p in v, afab reader, vulnerable wesker

pet names; dear (reader receives)

a/n; i love mitski and angst

albert isn't a stalker. not normally. he's observant, for good reason- he has to be. if he wasn't alert at all times, his life would be on the line.

that's the justification he gives himself for watching you so casually flirt with chris, and chris flirting right back. it makes his heart tick in just the worst way imaginable. his stomach tenses, a searing wave of heat washing over his back. he hates this.

you're unaware of the watchful eyes on you. how albert wesker feels about you is none of your concern, mainly because you don't work for him. and maybe it's because of that fact that you enjoy flirting with his crew so shamelessly. touching chris's arm, watching his cheeks pinken so slightly from it. chris's hand finds your waist and just as you're leaning closer, the bell signaling the end of the workday rings.

you smile seductively at Chris. "well… i've gotta go, but i'll swing by sometime, okay? pinky promise." you give the bigger man's bicep a light squeeze and then make your exit.

it hurts. albert wesker is actually hurt.

he goes home late that night after finishing some much needed paperwork, his thoughts only on you as he drives. you, again, as he gets out of his car and locks it. you, accompanying him inside while holding his arm.

and you, in his bathroom as he showers. it's not always sexual, he's a more emotionally complex man than he'd like to admit. when he imagines you with him, you're always clinging to him somehow.

sometimes, you're holding his hand as he walks through the r.p.d, other times you're kissing him with all you've got and he can't say no. if only that was real. at 38, he's accepted his life of solitude. he can't exactly have a partner with what's to go down soon anyway. it's best if he abstained.

and he does, for the most part. he goes to work, watches you flirt with chris, or barry, or jill, or even rebecca- whoever you feel like- and then goes home. rinse and repeat for weeks.

that is, until your flirtatious gaze falls on him for once. your touches on his shoulder don't go unnoticed. of course, you get little physical reaction out of him. nothing but a measly blush as he brushes your hand away.

then, you stick around until all the other s.t.a.r.s officers are gone, and it's just you and him at the end of the day.

"hey, al?" you give him a small smile, almost shy. a blush tints your cheeks, your eyes more innocent now.

"yes?" he looks up from his paperwork, still sat at his desk. pen in hand, a metric ton of papers sat on either side of his desk.

"well… i was wondering," you start, approaching his desk nervously. he stops his paperwork completely. his heart is pounding in his ears, "if you'd like to go out with me sometime."

this must be a joke.

"dear," he adjusts his glasses, "you're joking." he states plainly.

"no, i'm not. i mean it." you step closer, so you're directly in front of his desk. he leans back in his chair and sets his pen aside, his gaze fixed on you from behind his shades.

"when?"

"tonight."

"where?"

"the bar."

"what time?"

"when are you off?"

"seven."

"eight, then."

"fine. don't be late. goodbye."

successful, you walk out of his office feeling light on your feet.

the date goes well. you two drink and he's surprisingly charming under the layers of stoicism and otherworldly nerdiness. he wonders if he's dreaming the entire time. he's wanted this for so long, and now that it's happening, he feels… anxious. like he's waiting for the shoe to drop. you're stunning. too good for him, for who he really is, not the facade he's putting on now.

-

the other shoe drops in a way he wasn't expecting.

you're almost a year into your relationship. he's working all the time. it's hard for you, even harder on him to be away from you. his days off are few and far between, which he cherishes every chance he gets. while he's not the utmost affectionate person in the world, he tries. and he tries so hard for you.

"oh my god," you whine quietly as he takes you from behind, your back arched with your faced pressed into the mattress. this was meant to be quick- you have errands to run and a job to go to, all within the span of two hours. he's thrusting into you like it's the last thing he'll ever do, soft groans and breathy moans leaving him, too.

you're stupidly close, especially with how he's rubbing your clit. your cunt flutters before clamping down on his dick, a loud moan leaving you.

"fuck, chris, oh my god!" you whimper as you finish.

albert has never been an angry man.

"what?" he's pulling out and tucking himself away. it settles in just exactly what you've said. just how much you've revealed within a matter of mere seconds. you turn over and sit up against the headboard.

"why did you- what is going on? tell me. tell me right now." he sits down on the bed, his hands clasped in front of him on his lap.

"nothing is going on." you're a bad liar. you always have been.

"then what was that? why?" he's nauseated. upset. betrayed. he loved you, let you in when he swore he wouldn't, kissed your scars and told you that you're the only thing he lives for.

"i-i don't- you- it's not what you think, honestly." it's too late. he's getting off the bed, running his hand through his hair as he paces. this is his karma for living. you. agonized, he leans against the doorframe to the ensuite bathroom and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"you're sleeping with him, then. that's it. that's all it is, right? just sex, not- not love, is that right?" he can't bring himself to look at you.

"he- chris keeps me company, al. you're always so busy, and it's not my fault-"

"not your fault? what, so it's my fault?"

"i didn't say that,"

"you didn't have to. i knew something was going on from the start- you always liked him more than me, so why am i even here?" he might cry.

you're grimacing.

"can't i love you at the same time i love him?"

"no! why can't you love me!? did you ever love me? was i even on your radar?" he throws his glasses on the bed and covers his eyes, trying to will away the tears.

you approach him and he stumbles back against the bathroom door.

"don't do this to us." he whispers, taking his hand away. his gaze lingers on the floor.

"it's too late."

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

One Last Time

Day 5 of the February Ficlet Challenge, with Anna/Hans in my "What If" canon divergence AU (follow the link for context) where Anna marries Hans after the first Frozen...

Anna looked around her room.  She knew what she needed to do, but she still had the urge to pack for a journey.  Of course, she was the queen. If she was found packing on her own without asking her maid for help, that would raise suspicion, and if she asked her maid to pack, the maid could alert Hans, or she would be put in the difficult position of having to lie.

There was a knock at the door.  Anna’s entire body tensed up.

“Yes?” she called out, trying not to sound panicked.

“Your Majesty?” the maid said hesitantly.

“What is it?” Anna asked, composing herself a little more.

“His Highness asked me to bring you this,” she said, handing over a parcel tied with a ribbon. 

“Thank you,” Anna said, accepting the package.  “Is there anything else?”

“Yes, in fact…  Prince Hans asked if I had any family I would like to visit, as I haven’t taken leave in quite some time, and my mother’s birthday is coming up.  If it would be acceptable to Your Majesty?”

Anna thought silently, breathing slowly to calm her nerves.  Of course, send her maid away to the countryside, visiting family when whatever Hans had planned happened.  Even if she remained safe, it would be best for her maid to have a secure alibi. 

“Of course you may,” Anna said. “I remember you said that you grew up in the mountains to the south of here?”

“Indeed, Your Majesty.”

“You should go ahead and get yourself ready. I’ll have Kai give you your next month’s salary before you leave.”

“But-” the maid protested.

“No, you must have some spending money. I’ll let him know.”

“Thank you!” The maid smiled and curtseyed, and left Anna alone in her room.  

Anna made sure the door was locked, and proceeded to open the package.  It was a very plain dress, like what one of the shopkeepers in town might wear, along with a similarly plain cape with a hood. 

A piece of paper fell to the floor, which Anna immediately picked up.

Anna,

You see the clothes provided. Wear these, leave all your other clothes here, and leave Arendelle immediately, without telling anyone your intentions, and I will not follow. If you try to return to Arendelle or communicate with anyone, or make any attempt to claim your identity as queen, there will be consequences.  I have found a solution, and the sooner you are away from Arendelle, the simpler it will be.

Hans

Anna shuddered.  She had no idea what the consequences might be, but she thought of the thing that she hadn’t let her think about: the children. She had to trust that they would be safe. Hans had said that he didn’t want any scandal. That was why she needed to leave, after all. She wondered what the solution might be, but perhaps she could find out after she had reached wherever she was going. 

She quickly changed out of her clothes, leaving them as neatly as she possibly could laid out on her bed. The new clothes were almost her size, but clearly not tailor made for her measurements. She looked in the mirror, putting on the cape.  With the hood up, her identity was nearly completely hidden.  She looked around, took a breath, and left. 

She needed to leave through the side of the castle as quietly as possible.  She reached the door out to the fjord, pushing it slowly open.  It was dusk.

“That was fast.”

“Hans?” she gasped. “What do you want?”

“I’m merely making sure you keep your word.  For once.”

Anna looked across the fjord.  If she looked at him now, she wouldn’t be able to hold herself together. She just needed to hold on long enough to get out of town to the spot where she had agreed to meet.

“May I go?” she asked, her voice only wavering a bit.

“I have no interest in stopping you. I have a spy at the edge of town, so we will know when you have left.”

“I understand,” Anna said, hurrying away.

She tried to stay silent as she walked along the edge of the water, tears beginning to stream down her face.  She knew the spot to reach the road where no one was likely to see her. She had walked this way before, but always before it had been a leisurely walk. 

The first farm field along the road was a relief like none she had ever felt before.  The road was quiet and there was almost no one around, but then she saw someone dressed as a farm hand, staring at her as if he were expecting her, but saying nothing.  She looked back down at the road and kept walking. It would be another half mile, in a small stand of trees near the cliffs above the town. 

As she got closer she looked tentatively over her shoulder every few steps, and looked behind every tree to see if there were anyone else watching for her, but she couldn’t see anyone. Finally, she got to the stand of trees.  No one was around in any direction. She left the road, and started walking through the brush, finally arriving at a small clearing.  Behind some bushes, she saw the familiar wagon. 

“I’m here,” she said, kneeling down on the mossy ground, letting the emotions she had been holding in overcome her.  

She hardly remembered being helped into the wagon, but they couldn’t waste time, and she took one last look over Arendelle as they sped up into the mountains.

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Original Male AU Slave AU: Gladiator AU

Speaking of your son, is it true some of his harem has been eyeing up your special man Issei Hyoudou?

"His Queen, Bishop and Knight have been eying my beau when they think I am not aware." Elisa answered as she glanced in the corner of her eye to see her second son Queen, Bishop and Knight staring at her special man with longing look.

[misscloudiedays]

The very fucking sane brothers! /aff

[mercylie]

xana — confidential music video.

you know how i like all my women unattainable and forbidden i know better yet i still give in

do not repost/reuse gifs or claim as your own.

[silky-nereid]

Late night yandere ideas

tw : mentions of stalking, implied drowning, a/b/o dynamics, home wrecking & slight prey and predator dynamics, slight corruption, mentions of communes and cult-ish behavior.

a/n: I tried to lean into more yandere character traits and let me know if you want me to expand on these yanderes!! :D

Yandere! Mermaid who falls in love with you since she found you near death from a shipwreck. She does stalk you from the sea when you ever go back to sea after your unfortunate rescue from her but she doesn’t truly understand why you do flail in water when she pulls you deep into the water—she just wants to show you to your new home.

Yandere! Omega who ruins your previous relationship with your partner because they claimed you before your partner ever could. They flip the original meanings of prey and predator yet they can’t help it—you just looked so better with them despite how miserable you feel because you are fated to be together but you’ll always be the prized prey that they have despite nobody believing you if you ever tell outsiders since they’re just an omega, right?

Yandere! Video game who somehow makes the game easier despite it occasionally being on the hardest difficulty but they will make the game harder if you are ever wearing a headset and complain about it being too easy—who knew that Valeria of the flesh eaters had a fourth phase to her battle. Yet, you look everywhere to see if people are having the same issues but they aren’t—your copy of Atropa’s Tears must be broken but whenever you try to show anyone, the game runs perfectly.

Yandere! Detective who’s life is always meticulous but she gets assigned case of the Alleyway butcher. She becomes obsessive and will not eat till she solved one piece of your twisted puzzle—she does lose pieces of herself when she finds you. But for some reason, she doesn’t know why she can’t arrest you yet she enjoys this tug of war that you both play.

Yandere! Wasteland wanderer who finds robot you in the wasteland’s dump; it was a good day for him. Yet, he does repair you when scrap metals due to you only being a broken face plate and only a trunk of an automaton. He always has you covered because he knows if Spurs men manage to even get a glimpse of you. You would get torn apart and your mechanical parts would be used for their machine of Death since your battery core is what they need. He can’t have that—he can’t lose another child due to Spurs men.

Yandere! Acolyte who was with you from the very beginning of you starting the commune and he is the right hand to you. He worships your presence since your words are law and he takes it seriously— too seriously at a point. He always prepares the rituals even if they result in bloodshed and he loves helping you dress in your ritual clothes. He will get his hands dirty for you and he doesn’t understand why you’re abandoning the commune. He can’t let you leave, he breaks down severely. His hands are bloodied and he only loves you which he’s drag you back to the commune no matter what.

Yandere! Older sibling who escaped the household that you both were in and they flourished in the environment that they had cultivated for themselves. They come home to see you— you were so similar to the parents that they despised but they weren’t gone for that long, right? They only came back to this rancid place that you called home to do somewhat of a wellness check on you. They always seem to get into arguments with you which was so strange to them because they always got along with you in the shared youth. Yet, they saw it—the way that their parents turned you against them and only if they weren’t in the picture, you could finally become the person that you were meant to be.

[cowboydio]

Prison au⛓️ feeling drawn to your antisocial cell mate

[abcdefhifluvu]

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[meadow-hearthfire]

Meet the BroZone bros' parents! Lily Juniper and Pine!

See the design of their union bracelets? They're weaved out of the couple's respective hairs, representing their bond and marriage. Too bad Pine is an unfaithful twat!

I've redesigned my BZdad from this because the BroZone bros gotta have a parent to inherit their skin/fur color from, especially if the skin/fur color occurred five times in a row. I've also changed his name because it didn't feel quite right.

Lily Juniper's design is inspired by @keebsification's BZmom. Specifically from this video and this video.

Oh, and the homewrecker locking tails with Pine is Creek's mom.

UPDATE 21/05/2025: I realized the line layer was set to multiply, so I fixed it.

[phoebe-delia]

Friend!! For the writing prompts… let’s see. How about……. good luck babe by chappell roan. Or if you don’t want a song prompt, how about: pool day / cookout / bank holiday weekend etc

✨💛✨💛✨💛✨💛✨ to you dear friend!

Oh, oh Elaine, @oknowkiss you know the way to my little writer's heart!! Thank you for the prompt options, my lovely friend. What a great selection! I do love a good angsty song prompt, especially one with these themes. This is Drarry gold; I'm not sure why I didn't think of it sooner, to be honest.

Based on "Good Luck Babe" by Chappell Roan. Big big thank you to my darling @basicallyahedgehog for looking this over. cw: angst, unhappy ending, implied infidelity (not really between Harry and Draco)

"I don't think this is working."

Draco's fingers freeze in their task of buttoning up his shirt. He blinks at himself in the mirror once. Twice. "I'm sorry?"

His eyes shift to Harry in the reflection. Draco feels a bit disgusted with himself at the immediate rush of affection for him; for this man with his cotton shirt and boxers, now nervously running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.

"I've had a great time with you these past few months," Harry says. "But I don't think this will work out. I'm sorry if that's not what you want to hear, but you deserve the truth."

Draco’s speechless for a long moment before he asks, “And what is the truth, Harry?”

Harry looks away, and Draco nearly snaps at him to at least have the decency to make eye contact while breaking his heart—but he doesn’t.

“The truth is that I don’t think this will work out,” Harry says carefully. “There are certain…responsibilities and considerations I have to make—”

Draco scoffs. “Bullshit. It’s because of her, isn’t it? You’re leaving for her.”

Harry flinches. “N-no. I just…”

“You’re a lot of things, Potter,” Draco says coldly, fingers moving quickly to finish buttoning his shirt, “but a coward hasn’t been one of them. Until now.”

“Draco, please—”

"Fuck off." Draco grabs his wand and strides out of the bedroom.

He heads for the door, but Harry beats him to it, blocking his exit. “Just wait—”

“Get out of my way.”

“No, Draco, not until we talk about this.”

“What's there to talk about? You already said this isn't working. Why try to fix what you purposefully broke?” Draco spits the last word like poison, relishing the way Potter winces.

"I just want to explain."

“No! You said I deserve the truth, but the truth is, I pity Ginevra," Draco sneers. "She’ll get your name and your ring. But she’s got no idea she’ll be marrying a man who closes his eyes and fucks her while thinking of men,” Draco's sneer twists into a cruel smirk. “Of me.”

“But....I love her,” Harry whispers.

“You love her like a sister, Potter.” Draco reaches forward, using a finger to lift Harry’s chin until their eyes meet. “But she could never make you feel the way I do. No one can.”

Draco surges forward, capturing Harry’s lips in a heated kiss. Harry gives in immediately, and he barely seems to notice when Draco flips them around and presses himself against the door.

He pulls away, panting against Harry’s lips, and reaches one hand behind himself to grasp the door handle. “Have a good life, Potter. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.”

With that, Draco opens the door behind himself and steps backward. He slams it shut, but the last thing he sees as the door closes is Harry, staying silent, but with one hand outstretched, reaching for him.

Send me a prompt! See the guidelines here.

[mimikyu-tmblr]

Remember the time when Gadget made his appearance on Family Guy? (S11, EP17)

[misscloudiedays]

[jin-zixun]

continued live coverage of the situation on biling lake.

[kirathehyrulian]

Poor Dean. This is going to be another one of those long frustrating drives in more ways than one.

idea inspired by this post [x]

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For more edits: AO3 spncarfuckers series [click here] or myedits tag [click here]

[imyselfamstrange]

The scarcity of lore (particularly dark and disturbing lore) in the Sims 4 compared to The Sims 2 is related to the “purification” of media when it comes to conflicts and disturbing themes in favor of morality, in this essay I will

[alterworldstudios]

Farmers follies: episode two

The rabbit looked down at the boy with a confused glare. Where did this small... Farmer boy come from? Why was he hugging him? No ones ever done this before, especially with this worlds track record. Was he from out of town? No, couldn't be, no one dares to visit this sad part of the countryside. With an unamused sigh, he speaks again with a low, growly voice. "Ill say it again.. Who are you."

The boy snapped back to reality, and quickly stepped away, giving a sheepish laugh. "Uh.. Sorry.. Force of habit, haha.." "...uh huh." A habit? No one from here has a habit of randomly hugging someone. maybe that visitor theory isn't too far off.. "Still doesn't answer my question." "Oh! Uh... My name is... Uhhhh...." To the rabbit, the boy seemed to be struggling over saying something as simple as his own name, but to the "boy".. Well she wasn't sure on how to respond to that. See, lucky has read a lot of books on being a guardian, comes with being raised by a head angel, and in said books, one rule always rang clear. 'never say your name in the surface world'. The reasoning behind it wasn't always clear, though one theory Lucky had was due to the fact that demons can draw power from names at times... Especially demons who impersonate others for their own personal gain. With this in mind, Lucky began frantically looking around for something to give as a name, looking every which way for something, anything.. " jeez farmer, calm down." If her ears were still visible, they would've perked up at that. "Farmer?" "I mean... Yea? Aren't you a farmer? Ya kinda look like one..." "Uh... Yea! I am! I uh.. Like to.. Tend to gardens and, all that jazz haha.. Uh.. Yea, I'm Farmer, nice to meetcha!!!" she sheepishly held her hand out, shaking a bit. Would this rabbit buy it?

With a slight, unamused glare, the rabbit shook his head. "Your name.. Is actually farmer? Really?" "uhhh...... Yea?" "....not the strangest thing I've heard, makes sense around here." Lucky blinked. Wait. This is normal on the surface world? Strange, she didn't know of this.. "Uh.. Earth to farmer. come in farmer." "Oh! Uh.. Sorry, haha! Just uh... Wondering- say what're you doing here? Playing a banjo in the middle of a.. What is this a field?" "...these are the outskirts to my farm. It's a ways off, hard to find..." "Oh.. Really? You run a farm? But.. Wait, if you're out here, and.. This place is hard to find..." She looks behind the rabbit, spotting the revolver resting on the ground. Putting two and two together, A look of concern met her face. "...say... Uh... Pardon me for asking but... Are you ok?"

The rabbit didn't respond to that, instead turning away, playing a few notes on his banjo. Seems he didn't want to talk...

'farmer' isn't going to give up so easily though, she knows something is terribly, terribly wrong, and she wasn't gonna just brush it aside. The song itself was dripping with sadness and regret, and his hand seemed forced when plucking away at the cords...

But how could she possibly speak over the tune itself? How can she grab his attention?

Deep in thought, she was unaware to the fact.. That they were being watched.

Off in the forest, A ways away, two demons watched from the shadows. One, A tall imposing figure carrying a sparking trident, looked on with a unamused expression. The smaller one looked up at him, then back at the boy that was causing them both worry. "So.. We're just gonna let that guy talk to 'em?" "We can't intervene, not now. If we reveal ourselves to them, that will jeopardize things." "You're kidding me. What if they stop this stupid... Whatever this shit is that you've been doing forrrrrr.. How many years now?- EEP!" the being pointed his trident at the smaller demon, A low growl escaping him. "Watch what you say, ret, or do you want to be kept in the room for the next few hours." the littler demon flinched. "...s...sorry. Sorry. I won't question you again." "I thought so." The demon growled, returning its gaze to the duo off in the distance. The littler demon, shaking slightly, sighed, and returned his gaze to the 'farmer', thinking silently to himself 'I just wonder why I'm here at all... Its not like I'm of any use to...whatever this is.'

Back with the duo, Lucky was still trying to figure out some way to communicate with the sad rabbit in front of her, when an idea crossed her mind. This rabbit seemed to be venting out his feelings through his banjo playing, made clear with just how sad the song sounded. Maybe.. She could sing along to his song?.. Yea! That could work! I mean, its worth a shot right?

With a slightly nervous voice and a shaky breath, she slowly began to sing along.

"Hey mister rabbit, why so down? What has caused that distressed frown?"

The rabbit turned to face her, lucky flinching slightly. Shoot. was that a bad idea?... Wait.

With a sudden strike of his banjo, he softly sang back. "Well little farmer, dunno why you'd ask. With what's going on, you're not up to the task."

"w... Well uh... I want to help! Seeing that revolver, it almost makes me yelp! Surely something is terribly wrong, won't you tell me why, with this song?"

"As if I'd tell you anything, you couldn't even tell me your name! Just go on, get, there'd be no shame."

"Why would I do that?! That's so wrong!!!"

"Because the weak don't survive, only the strong!"

Lucky seemed taken aback at what the rabbit had said.

"What makes you say that? That's just sad! Please mister rabbit, tell me, before it gets-"

"TOO BAD!!!- ack-"

Strings snap, he was playing his banjo so fiercely, that he had broken its strings. Frustrated, he dropped the banjo, growling angrily to himself. "Lotus dammit. Just my luck. Of fucking course this blasted thing breaks when I need it most. OF FUCKING COURSE." Ranting angrily, aggravated at the broken banjo, he didn't seem to notice 'farmer' slowly inch closer and closer.. That is until, he felt a soft pat on his ears. Confused, he looks down, and sees the small farmer softly pet his ears. "What in the..." Normally he'd snap at anyone who did this, since usually it was done mockingly, but... The farmer was doing so with care, A sort of comforting calmness emitting from the petting. "there there... It'll be ok.. Calm down.." The rabbit looked on at the farmer, his voice and way of speaking.. It reminded him of...

Before lucky knew it, she was being hugged tightly by the rabbit, the rabbit crying softly into the hat she was wearing. Caught off guard slightly, she quickly recovered, patting the rabbit on the back with a calm smile. "There we go.."

The demons looked on, the smallest in awe at what the little farmer did, the tallest in anger, for he had interfered in the worst way possible. "No...no no NO." "wait, huh?-" before the little demon knew it, the tallest swung his trident towards the duo, A sharp, red magic blasting from the spikes, hitting the rabbit dead on. Lucky quickly backed away, alarmed. "W-what was that!? Wait... M.. Mister rabbit?"

The rabbit reared back, wincing and shaking, holding his head in pain. Visions visible only to him flashed in his eyes. His wife. His wife was gone. and it was all his fault. All his fault with his stupid stupid luck. Tears in his eyes, his head ablaze with screaming thoughts, he backs away, looking every which way.. His eyes landing on the revolver on the ground.

With a shaky breath, he grabbed it, pointing it at his head. Lucky looked on in shock and fear, quickly speaking up. "Wait! Don't!!"

The rabbit only laughed, tears streaming down his eyes, the voices and visions getting worse and worse and worse. 

The demon looked on in shock, turning to face his 'boss'. "What did you do?" "Simple really.. A simple torment spell.  Tormenting someone with visions of the dead, with visions of past regrets, guilt and anger... Why... His time will surely be up now." The tall one laughed, whilst the littlest one couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of guilt. But... They're demons... This is what they must do.

Lucky, alarmed at the scene unfolding in front of her, quickly tried to think of a plan. What caused this sudden change in the poor rabbit? Wait.. That feeling.. The sense of demonic energy.. That must've been what caused it. Demons must be trying to hurt this poor rabbit! But why?.. Now isn't the time to question that. With a shaky breath, she began to sing once more.

"Mister rabbit please, this isn't the way!! Put the revolver down, don't let it stay!!!"

"And what makes you think you can change my mind!? Nothing will change, nothing!!! This world isn't kind!!!"

"what makes you say that!?"

"Allow me to explain the rules of this land! No kindness or care for woman or man!! Grief and regret is seen for the weak! Its no wonder these thoughts have truly peaked! I'm not strong, not at all! Don't you hear it? VESANIA CALLS!!!!"

"Who is vesania? Please calm down!!!"

"ILL BE CALM WHEN I'M BURIED SIX FEET UNDER GROUND!!!! Listen buddy.. In the end, we all die. Why should I even try? Gun in hand my life shall end... MY SUFFERING SHALL BE KNOWN FRIEND!!!!"

with a manic laugh, he pulled the trigger, the gunshot echoing throughout the surrounding area.

Blood pouring out from the wound, the rabbit just kept laughing and laughing, Lucky looking on in fear and worry. The tallest demon laughed, A booming laughter that shook the ground, one that lucky didn't register.. The laughter was cut short on both sides, when lucky suddenly did something unbelievable.

He hugged the rabbit.

despite the blood pouring out onto him, despite the rabbit holding a weapon, he still hugged him, crying softly into his fur. The demon seemed confused, growling. "No... That won't work, surely..." But..it did.

After a moment of hesitation.. The rabbit hugged him back, the visions slowly dying, the voices growing quieter and quieter, until all he heard was the soft crying of a small, caring farmer.

"I.. I'm sorry..." was all he could really say at first. Repeated, over and over... "I'm so.. Very very sorry.. I... I just... I miss her so much.. B.. But everything I do... I've tried to die so many times.. Nothing worked.. I.. I just want to see her again... I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry..."

After a moment, the farmer looked up at him, tears streaming from his eye's. The rabbit slowly, and hesitantly cleared them away, the revolver dropped to the ground. A shot narrowly missed the farmer, but the duo didn't notice, instead focusing on calming the other down.

"Holy shit..." The littlest demon uttered. "That.. That.. Whatever he is, he calmed Oswald down! Never seen that happen before-" "this isn't good. It isn't good Everette." "Huh? Why not?" The taller demon growled, rising up. "It interrupted the ritual. The one I've been working on for so long. As long as that stupid brat stays in the picture, that rabbit isn't going to die anytime soon!" "Damn, that sucks." "Watch your tone, Everette." "Well what the hell else am I supposed to do? Its your own damn fault its ruined in the first place, I told ya to not be an idiot!- EEP" the demon had slammed his trident into the ground, as sparks of energy emitted from it. Alarmed, Everette attempted to run away from the raging demon in front of him. However, his efforts were for naught, when a blast of energy sent him as well as the duo flying.

The duo reared back a bit, the rabbit looking around with immense worry. "What the hell was that!? Wait..." He looked down at the boy who had helped him, A strange demonic energy surging through his hair, he had seemingly been knocked out cold from the blast. "wait... Shit shit shit no no no no-"

The rabbit picked him up, and ran to the farm house. He wasn't sure of what kind of spell had hit the guy, but it surely wasn't a good one, given the sparks.

Everette on the other hand, winced as he got up, looking at the demon with fear in his eyes. It was then that he noticed something was off. Alarmed, and a bit frustrated, he screamed as the demon slowly made its way back to hell. "Where are you going!? What the hell did you do to me!? Or him for that matter!!!??" "All will be revealed in due time... But know this Everette." The demon pointed his trident at him, causing them to flinch once more.

"Dare set a foot in hell without killing that foolish monstrosity, and I will not hesitate to make sure that your next breath will be your last."

With that, the demon disappeared, leaving Everette in the singed, burning field. After a moment of silence, he got up, and growled. "Fine" he said. "How hard can it be to kill some.. Rabbit angel anyways?" He thought of this as he staggered his way over, to the lone farmhouse off in the distance.