#(I hope they psychologically disturb that man some more he doesn't get to think he's that important)

[losttranslator]

like most Christian movies risen is cheesy and biblically dubious at times and gets loads of cultural stuff wrong for the sake of being recognizable to a primarily American audience but I'll readily admit the poor roman tribune's absolute bafflement at these religious weirdos who keep talking about love and stuff has me cackling unhingedly

Like, is it sound biblical doctrine and is it historical believable? No? Is it hilarious and do I enjoy seeing this random shmuck lose his mind going through what's essentially a very disturbing psychological thriller from his pov while the disciples are overflowing with joy? You bet??

The guy is dealing with horrifyingly decomposed dead bodies trying to find the right cadaver and previously sane soldiers going crazy and dead men being spotted alive and strange supernatural phenomena and angry gods and unexplained madness and religious fanatism spreading like a contagion, and meanwhile the disciples (and Jesus) are all like HELLO BROTHER WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT THE BEST NEWS EVER :D :D :D

[merakiui]

idk why suddenly im thinking…

Soft yan!jade……. That would be so weird yet interesting????? Like imagine his darling scared of thunder and he suddenly cuddle them and whispered their ear just sweet talking to calm them—

(AFAB) all affectionate on her period month, cook anything his darling want, rub her tummy cus cramps?? BRO I COULD IMAGINE THAT AND MAN I WOULD BE WILLING BE OBEDIENT TO HIM LMAOOAOA

Jade's idea of comfort is combating fear with logic (or facts that are slightly more disturbing than the actual thing you're afraid of, as if that'll truly dispel your nerves). It can be difficult to view his actions as genuine because he's always so deceptive. Unlike Floyd, who means everything he says and does, Jade has so many layers to everything that makes him him. Even his smiles have layers, so when he holds his hands over your ears to block out the sound of thunder and has you look into his eyes while he speaks, his voice a low muffle, you have no idea what prompted such treatment. Jade usually does everything for a reason; he calculates his actions beforehand. He thinks through a gesture, weighing whether it's necessary in that moment. A relationship with him might feel very give and take, though it's more mandatory for you considering you have no choice.

But he does have moments like the one written above where he's very soft and sweet. Logic isn't as soothing as the heart in some cases, and even Jade is aware of this. He's never spontaneous with his affection, though. Even that is carefully considered and executed. If Jade consoles you each time you're frightened, you might come to rely on him and view his presence as something comforting. Your fear doesn't bother him as much as it bothers Floyd, who hates to see his shrimpy upset. Jade's more interested in the psychology behind fears and the actions and words taken and said to drive them away. Perhaps your relationship won't be as strained as it currently is if he can be the one who rescues you from the things that frighten you.

Jade will use your fears like one might wield a double-edged sword. He'll file them away in the event he needs to subject you to them in the future, whether as a punishment or for some other reason. But he'll also keep note of them so that he can decide when to comfort you and when to step back and simply observe.

When it comes to your menstrual cycle, he's more likely to be very hyper-aware of you and, more importantly, the fact that you're bleeding. It's his instinctive nature as a predator to be on high alert when he smells blood, so naturally Jade will be extremely focused on you in the way a predator might when analyzing their injured prey. But he treats you very nicely when he knows you're suffering and there's not much you can do to control it. He'll cook your favorite meals, he'll give you a heating pad or medicine for your cramps, and sometimes he might even massage your shoulders or your stomach in hopes of chasing the cramps away.

He also informs you that he's aware of this marvelous, little life hack to relieve your cramps and provide enjoyment for both you and him. You already know where he's going with this based on the amused smirk that tugs his lips up. Even when you're in pain, he has to get a jest in. But it has you laughing dryly, so maybe he's succeeded in distracting you from the cramps, however temporary of a distraction it may be. You don't give him the satisfaction of engaging in this "marvelous, little life hack" of his, but Jade calmly nods, unfazed, and says he'll have a chance next month.

[anisecandy]

Imagine an au where Eddie is a patient at a mental hospital,everything was just from his fantasy and venom is a persona he created to cope with his isolation and trauma that led him to mass murder his whole family and other people,thinking that he was doing something good to protect innocents.Peter either is his doctor or he’s another patient

You know, I feel like if this ask would reach me when I'm in the right mood, I would react to it with "Heck yeah! Messed up, edgy psychological horror romance!! Let's go!!!". But when I saw it today I just thought, man, doesn't it suck how often we have stories demonizing mentally ill people... Perhaps it's the inclusion of mental hospital and grounding it in reality.

So... let me change things up a little. Or maybe a lot.

Sure, let's make it more grounded. But let's also make it sad. Let's make it soft. Let's make it... to be about compassion.

Now... I'm not a perfect person to write about a mental health and treatment. While I have been in therapy for... 3 years now, I've never been to a mental hospital. But here are some ideas(not a full fic though. just ideas). I hope I was able to be adequatly tactful while talking about this.

(tw for mentions of abuse, medical malpractice and implied sexual abuse)

Peter is a new hire at a prestigious mental hospital. It's not one of those places that your average joe could find himself in, if the world got to him a little to much. Here, the patients pay the top dolar for the top doctors providing the best service. And Peter, well, Peter certainly is what you would describe as the best. He graduated at the top of his class and got recommendations from some of the most demanding intern supervisors. He's smart, good at what he's doing and wants to help people.

And if incidentally that means he'll get to earn some good money... well, if you have health insurance bills to pay for your surrogate mother, then you can't really afford being all that selfless in your mission to help, can you?

So Peter works with people in need. But mostly, he works with people who have a lot of money, and little heart. He works with a drug addict, who is only here because the family threatened to cut him off otherwise and not because he's ruining the life of his fiancee. He works with a film director, whose excellent lawyer managed to reduce his sentence from 9 to 3 years and a court ordered therapy. Said man cares a lot about numbers in his pocket. Not so much about those by the birth date of the actresses he helped to promote, for a price, of course.

Peter works hard and a lot, and he doesn't feel like he's making a difference.

He sees a lot of corruption among his colleagues, too. He learns that not every patient is treated the same. That some of them are placed here by powerful people, because nobody would believe abuse accusations from poor, broken madmen. And said "some" are not getting out. (Somehow, he manages to at least be assigned as an assistant to the dostor in charge of Harry Osborn's treatment. He wishes, desperately wishes he could do more.)

Also, he hears gossip.

Most patients here are nonviolent. There are only three rooms serving to hold the "troublemakers". Those are swept clean of anything that could be used as a weapon. Their walls are padded, and built to contain most sounds, as to not disturb the rest of the high paying clientele. Two of them stand empty. But the third one, as Peter learns one day, has a resident.

There are countless rumors about that one isolated patient. He's said to have murdered his wife. Some add, that they never found the body. The more imaginative clarify, that it's because he ate her. The least outrageous gossips suggest that he's one of those old money people, escaping jail thanks to insanity defense in the court. But not many repeat that version of the events. After all, everybody knows that this man is a bonafide, drolling, deranged lunatic. A lost cause if there ever was one, really. What everybody agrees on, is that he's unpredictable and dangerous. He has to be kept sedated at all times, so as to not harm the staff. And of course, every nurse and security guard knows somebody, who knows somebody, whom he attacked and maimed.

And maybe it's because he's surrounded by people so divorced from the reality thanks to their status and privilege, against whom he, poor Jewish man from the Queens stands out so much, but Peter starts to develop interest in this patient, that slowly changes to a strange feeling of kinship, as he seldom catches the glimpses of said patient.

He's not often let out of his room. But sometimes, Peter can see him being walked for one or another experimental treatment, in the assistance of two muscular caretakers, over whom he still towers. He doesn't seem "deranged", not in the pejorative way the staff is using this word anyway. Despite eyes muddied by the sedatives, he walks straight, with his head up and a dismissive grimace on his face, as if he was too proud to look anybody in the eyes. There's an arrogance there that fits right in with the lebel "old money". But then, there's something else too. There's the eagerness of every caretaker to be very generous with their usage of strength, with dragging and showing the man around. Once or twice, Peter sees him beng pinned to the ground and restrained. After he snapped at a nurse gossiping about his late wife too loudly, too close. After he doesn't leave his room as quickly as he's supposed to.

From his perspective of someone not quite on the inside, Peter can see a lot. And he doesn't like what he's seeing.

It takes a lot of persuading to let him at least meet the isolated patient. But eventually, he's allowed a session with him. There are no special requirements from the client handling the bills for that one. And no doctor really wants to work with him on their own either.

Leading to the session, Peter is nervous. It starts dawning on him that perhaps he's just developed an unhealthy obsession over a patient, that maybe he's just acting out of curiosity, treating this man as a novelty. A fun excerpt for his research paper. He starts getting scared too. He's heard the gossip. He's been paying close attention to them, more than anybody else in the whole hospital.

But when Edward Brock is brought in, he doesn't seem very eager to jump for his jugular or clawing out his eyes. He appears... tired. Still proud, oh yes, but mostly tired. He doesn't speak much, aside from asking to not be referred to by his full name. The sedatives make him slur words and lose the thread often, which visibly upsets him. Still, even in such a state, he appears to be a rather bright man, his only visible fault being perhaps a bit too dark sense of humor.

This causes Peter to develop certain guesses and he starts pushing for more opportunities to get to know Eddie better.

And he discovers that there most of what is said about the harm he did to the nurses and guards are made up. That there was in fact no wife's murder, that she just divorced him. And that Eddie was brought to the hospital after a failed suicide attempt.

He discovers that this isn't some Silence of the Lambs-esque thriller, but rather a story about a man, who didn't get the help he needed, because he appeared too threatening. Whose worsening mental health became an excuse for escalating the "precautions" around him, to objectifying him as this evil, grotesque monster, because he has one of the "bad" illnesses.

He discovers that Eddie has DID, developed over the childhood of neglect and emotional abuse. He meets Venom - a headmate, who's Eddie's protector, in the times when his trauma gets triggered or the harm caused him by the hospital staff gets too hard to bear. He learns that they both like old music, although Venom has rather severe sensory issues, making them only want to listen to it very quietly. He learns Eddie's favorite books. And how he looks when he smiles

All in all, from this point on, Peter does what he can to help Eddie, both in terms of healing, but also trying to change the things around the hospital. Some other Spider-man could be there as well, for example, villains and friends alike as doctors or patients (like mentioned before Harry). But, all in all, today I just really wanted this to be a more gentle story. Something with hope and kindness. And I think I quite like this idea. I could write it some day, or maybe somebody else could write it. I think there could be space here for an interesting plot and a nuanced take on mental health (maybe even some subtle romance, hah, but "subtle" being absolutely the key word here. given the ethics of it all), as well as social classes.

I know this isn't what you wanted from me, but I still hope this turned out to be an interesting little creative session.

[egg-emperor]

Personally, I thought it was canon (or at least common knowledge) that Sonic got tortured one way or another during his captivity in Sonic Forces... I guess some people just conveniently choose to forget that 🙄

Regardless, if one day you'll spill on how you think Eggman tortured Sonic, I'll be there to eat that up! I just love to think about how much of a bastard Eggman would be to Sonic, rubbing it that he's won and that sonic was weak (or dumb, even) enough to get caught so easily. Plus, who knows how badly Eggman could mess with Sonic psychologically! Manipulative as that man is, he'd know exactly what to say to get to him. Obviously, Sonic wouldn't just break down immediately but seeds of doubt and regret have a way of growing into someone's mind...

Well it's something only mentioned in the English version and I can understand if people don't feel it's necessary as part of the plot as Sonic being stuck in a cell unable to run and escape for that long would've been bad enough already - but I thank Pontaff for the idea because as you know I'm evil and it makes for a lot of potential fun scenarios up my alley fhdjwbgkshg

I do want to make a whole post about some of my concepts in depth at some point, maybe on my side blog that I'll introduce here any day now but maybe I will go ahead and do it on here Idk. But I'll talk about all of Eggman's methods and Sonic's experience in more depth then so I don't want to spoil too much.

I imagine it was primarily psychological as he's very skilled in it in ways I brought up the other day. I like to imagine him coming in for sessions of rubbing the progress of things in Sonic's face, taunt him for how he's still trapped and nobody has come for him because they think he's dead and to think about how devastated they are. He describes how he's going to destroy his friends and everything he knows out there while he's stuck in here, boasts his future empire and its conditions, and tells him he's helpless to stop it all.

Sonic would be as deflective and determined as usual at first towards Eggman's boasting and rubbing of victory in his face because he's certain he'll be out in no time and he won't get to do anything that bad for long. But he remains trapped and Eggman's threats and reports of progress get worse with the things he actually does go through with. He finds ways to dig in deeper and affect Sonic's mind over time in ways he'd try to deny and hide so Eggman doesn't get the satisfaction of knowing it's really working.

I like to think he found a way to bring the phantom ruby into it, which would also tie into the psychological methods when he uses it to cause illusions to torment him and show him awful glimpses of what he's been threatening for the world and his friends, to make it even more painfully immersive and disturbing. This makes it harder for Sonic to fight it eventually too as he has to witness it even if it isn't real and it's clear that Eggman is serious, if he doesn't get out and stop him then it will really happen for real.

Sonic keeps trying to fight and remain determined and not lose hope and he's defiant but Eggman will eventually manage to start to get to him and cause genuine concern for the safety of the world and his friends while he's trapped unable to do anything to stop it. Eggman will keep telling him his friends have given up on him and aren't coming to find him because they think he's really gone. He tells him the entire world is losing hope and submitting to the empire if they want to live because he owns everything now.

As much as Sonic would try his hardest to hide it and not let Eggman think he's managing to get to him one bit, Eggman wouldn't lose patience or get mad, not only because he doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of him still managing to get to him either, but also because he's still the one with the the world in his hands while Sonic is trapped helpless and alone and the Resistance are struggling to fight against him without him, so everything is finally going his way. It only makes his ego bigger and makes him crueller to Sonic.

It would be just as pleasing to Eggman as the day he finally shows him his completed empire to rub it in one last time and it would add extra impact to how defeated Sonic finally feels. He's delighted to have had the chance to toy with him and get catharsis for all those years of him being a nuisance and how much more powerful he is and truly prove himself to be superior in the end like he always said and believed, and rub it in and break him down before finally "banishing him". He doesn't end up getting there of course, but he had his fun and dreamed of it.

While I can accept what we got in the end and anything could've happened, I still like to imagine fucked up sadistic bastard Eggman where he's prideful and amused and proud of his victory and won't let his captive hear the end of it and as he torments him and tries to break him down slowly over time. I'm going to talk about this in more depth at some point and maybe get into some of the other methods I have in mind too but this is the primary psychological stuff summed up. ^^

[handfulofmuses]

Alright, I reread the comic and I just need to talk about it because since I've read it, that one was actually my favorite because it gave the characters more depth.

I always loved Darkwing Duck. The thing about Darkwing is that he is not your usual hero. He is an extremely flawed individual, the king of black and white thinking.

When he first appears in the comic, he acknowledges that Quackerjack has become worse than ever. He does admit that he stoops to lows they have never seen him do before.

"That security footage of him taking out that crimebot was disturbing enough and the way he treated his former ally Megavolt was worse."

Keep in mind, Quackerjack dismantled that robot with his bare hands during his rage. Note that even Darkwing is disgusted in how he treated Megavolt.

Quackerjack has always been dangerous and unpredictable but he is right that things have become worse with him.

But Claire actually calls him out on his usual black and white view regarding the scoundrels. She's right.

It's nothing more than a back and forth. Quackerjack does crimes, he ends up in prison, he breaks out, repeat. It doesn't actually solve anything, it doesn't get him the help he needs. He doesn't learn anything from it.

So when Claire manages to convince him?

"I promise you I want to stop Quackerjack. Not just this plan, but to end this bitter streak he is on."

"I'll do more than that. I'll save a man."

A man.

Not just a villain. A person. He is going to save a person who lost himself in bitterness. The lines above Claire's hand imply that she is trembling. She is hesitating. But she does give him Mr. Banana Brain. Darkwing just stands there silently, patient.

He makes this a solo mission. Why?

Easy. So that he can give Quackerjack some space. So that Quackerjack doesn't have to feel cornered. This was something that's supposed to be just the two of them.

He is actually using a psychological approach here. Using his old friend in hopes that he will come to his senses. He is trying to talk Mr. Banana Brain to him.

Quackerjack is a stuttering mess upon seeing his beloved doll again. When Negaduck destroyed it, he just perceived it that the old Mr. Banana Brain is dead now. He didn't fix him. Instead, he just made himself an entirely new one - one that suited better for the new Quackerjack as well.

The old banana brain is dead. So to see him all fixed up? It's a surprise.

And again - there are lines near the hand. Quackerjack is in fact trembling while dealing with conflicted feelings.

He looks back and forth. Darkwing is not even making a move. He is not saying anything else. He is patient, giving Quackerjack the space he needs right now.

Unfortunately, they get interrupted. This is exactly why Darkwing wanted to go solo for this; Quackerjack needed the space here, not any sudden moves. Just like Darkwing, he jumps in surprise and even drops his doll in shock. That's when he lashes out and goes back to business. It still makes me wonder what would have happened if these guys didn't suddenly came storming in.

So then here. Through his shenanigans, the two dolls become alive by accident and huge and are now fighting over Quackerjack to a point where they almost tear him apart (Darkwing even looks above in the next panel, actually worried for him) and this whole scenario puts him in so much distress that he genuinely screams out for help.

Convenient that exactly this is what makes him stop his plan. When Darkwing saves him and he flies out of the window, he doesn't go back. He just runs away to turn himself into a doll. The two Banana Brain's fighting over him definitely screwed him up more.

That is also what gets me.

"I've been thinking about that one. Real hard."

He really took the time for that. To find the right words, to get himself into Quackerjack's mind and perhaps even realized tha in some aspects, he can relate. And the thing is? What he is saying? I love it. You can tell that he really thought hard about it. That for once, he actually wanted to help Quackerjack.

"But when you only use a mallet to solve your problems, all you see are nails."

"You become a toy of your own anger."

Well said, Darkwing. Well said. Darkwing put what anger feels like to me in words.

"That sort of thinking can't continue. Not when there are people like her out there, thinking about you."

It's another attempt to get him to his senses, to mention Claire. She really managed to make Darkwing think of him as an individual and not just some one dimensional villain.

[ikaroux]

Xiao: Always (part 2) (EN)

f!reader

The Japanese dubbing of Kirito (Sword art online), helped me a lot to imagine how Xiao's emotions would be expressed.

The ost that inspired me a lot for most of the scenes:

Ori and the will of the wisps: Fading of the Light and The story of Niwen (The ost in general fits Xiao perfectly <3)

Masterlist

Part 1

You had been in Liyue for several months now for your research. You had met several people there, some of whom had turned into real friendships. Hu Tao, Ganyu and the lovely Qiqi were the only girls with whom you had formed a real friendship and then there was Mr. Zhongli with whom you liked to talk a lot.

But above all you met Xiao, a taciturn young man with a cold look in his eyes. After some research, you learned who he really was, a follower protecting Liyue at the risk of his life. He was also known as the last surviving Yaksha, fighting day and night against the emanations of the ancient evil gods killed by the Geo Archon.

Zhongli, who had revealed to you who he really was, often spoke to you about Xiao. Sometimes he would ask you to bring him some medicine specially designed for him to relieve the pain that was eating him up inside.

This was not a big problem for you, as you were staying at the Wangshu Inn. It was perfectly located in the centre of Liyue, making it easier for you to get to different research sites. Zhongli had explained to you that this inn was a front, built mainly to relieve Xiao a little from his eternal burden.

Since your meeting with the adept, you had never dared to call him, for fear of disturbing him. You simply left Zhongli's small gifts in his flats, placed prominently on the table in the centre of the room.

A gift... you had wanted to give him one for some time, but not knowing his tastes, it was difficult to decide. What if he doesn't like it? What if he got mad at you? What if... You then thought of the innkeeper in Wangshu who had known Xiao for a while, she must have known a thing or two about the follower's tastes!

After consulting Verr Goldet on what Xiao liked, she taught you how to prepare the young man's favourite dish. So you prepared tofu with almonds once or twice a week as a gift to him. But even so, he never deigned to show himself to you again.

Yet Xiao was never far from you, always hidden in the shadows watching you, protecting you from the dangers that lurked.

The bond he felt between you and him had never disappeared. Near you, all the pain, all the suffering he felt disappeared. He knew that you were human, so fragile, so fleeting compared to him who had lived for millennia, yet in his eyes you were a true goddess. The night he saw you surrounded by this halo of light, his world was turned upside down. Of course he had discussed this with his master, Morax, or rather Zhongli as he liked to be called from now on.

Xiao asked him during one of their conversations:

"I don't understand, I can never take my eyes off her and my heart - he placed his hand on his chest, clutching the white tunic he was wearing - hurts when I lose sight of her for even a few seconds. I don't understand... Sir Zhongli, I don't understand..."

His voice often broke at such moments. Zhongli then placed his hand on the follower's shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.

"Talk to him and you will finally understand. "he would say to her each time.

"I can't... If I stay around her too long... the darkness around me will eventually engulf her too. "

The sadness in Zhongli's eyes matched the sadness in Xiao's. The adept would often leave without the answer he so eagerly awaited, going to the balcony of the inn to sit on the railing and gaze at the stars. When his gaze turned to his room, more precisely to the small round wooden table in the centre, he was looking for proof of your presence. Almost every day you would leave him an offering, medicine, the almond tofu he loved so much, a flower, a mineral or an artefact you had found on your expeditions. Every little gift you gave him made him forget his torments for a short while, savouring the joy he felt at the time. He treasured every item you gave him, carefully stored in a small gold box encrusted with jade.

When the moon was high in the sky, Xiao would sometimes go to your room, passing by your balcony to see if you were sleeping. Sometimes he would go inside the moonlit room to see your sleeping face. He thought you were terribly beautiful, he had never been so fascinated by anyone, let alone a mortal. He would sometimes tuck a strand of your hair back behind your ear, slightly disturbing your sleep, and you would wrinkle your nose with a groan, causing him to back away hastily.

When Xiao was sure you were still asleep, he would take the opportunity to give you a gift of his own, placed on your bedside table.

As he did every night, he would end up sitting on the roof of your balcony watching for any threat to you.

By the time the sun came up, Xiao was already gone. When you woke up, you would find objects that were not there the day before. It could be a crystal nucleus or sometimes a Qingxin flower, which made you smile every time. You kept all the gifts he gave you as a treasure.

Today you had to go to Mondstadt to visit your friend Lisa, whom you had met in Sumeru. She had come one year to visit her former teachers, introducing herself to the students in the class. The two of you had talked a lot, creating a bond of friendship that you had maintained through correspondence.

In your last exchanges, she expressed a wish to see you, which you gladly accepted. You had planned to stay there for a week, so it was not surprising that you were preparing some things to take with you.

Even though your protector never showed up in front of you, at least not since that night when he gave you his name, you wanted to leave him a letter to explain that you would be back in Liyue in a week.

Before leaving, you left him a plate of tofu with almonds, your letter carefully placed next to the plate.

You didn't think that the wind would blow your letter away from him before he had even read it.

Xiao was accompanying Aether and two other companions for the day. They were to help him confront creatures once sealed in an ancient temple near the nine pillars of Cuijue Slope. The battle was long and difficult, but in the end they managed to exterminate the monsters, allowing Aether to retrieve the treasure that lay deep in the ruins. Xiao hurried back to the Wangshu Inn, feeling a bottomless pit forming inside him. He had been feeling uneasy for a while, a part of him wanted to make sure you were okay. When he arrived at his flat, he saw that you had left him a plate of tofu with almonds, and he took a bite, although he was too nervous to really enjoy them properly.

Xiao put his hand over his face in great pain.

His chest hurt terribly, the voices in his head tortured him again and his body seemed to be chained by the darkness inside him. Why was this? His karma hadn't weighed so heavily on him since he... since he... had met you.

He exhaled loudly, a sudden fear filling his body, making his hands tremble. Without further questioning, he quickly disappeared through his anemo vision and landed in your room. It was pitch black and looked horribly empty. The books usually scattered around your room were gone, your things were gone, your wardrobe was empty.

"No... no... don't go... (Y/n) don't go..."

His voice trembled in shock as his eyes still searched for traces of your presence.

"(Y/n)..."

Nothing. There was nothing. Nothing left. You were gone.

He couldn't even feel your presence on Liyue's land.

Had something happened to you? What if you had been attacked by monsters? The thought terrified him. He thought of your sleeping face, so peaceful. He thought of the promise he had made to himself to protect you.

Your absence was as painful to him as the day Aether told him Rex Lapis was dead. He couldn't bear it.

Xiao vowed to find you again and if you accepted him, he would stay by your side, he would not run away again.

He would listen to you sing again.

He searched for you for seven long days, which was a real physical and psychological torture for him. Aether, worried about his friend, helped him in his search, informing Zhongli, Ganyu and Hu Tao of your disappearance and the state in which the follower was.

Xiao always carried one of the gifts you had given him, holding on to it in the hope of finding you safe and sound.

With his mask over his face and his spear in hand, he slaughtered every hilichurl camp, hoping to find some trace of you, something that would prove to him that you were still alive. Disappointment after disappointment, the anger and hatred grew inside him every day, struggling to control it. He was leaving behind a pool of blood, soon he would sink into madness, feeling the sting of the karmic chains that made him sink a little deeper. How could he have formed such a strong bond with someone that he lost control?

"Xiao, we're going to find her. "

Zhongli's reassuring hand rested on the follower's shoulder.

Xiao had not removed his mask, but the former Geo Archon could still see tears of pain flowing from his eyes. His hand moved from his shoulder to the top of the young man's head. He knew what Xiao was going through, after all he too had lost loved ones in the past.

A varnished lily flower suddenly appeared under Xiao's nose. Ganyu held it out to him with a thin smile on his face. The Yaksha, who had watched you for a long time, knew that this flower was your favourite, many times he had seen you studying it, drawing it, smelling it, admiring it...

He could clearly see your face beaming as you drew it, singing a Sumeru tune.

He slowly grasped the flower that the young woman was holding out to him with renewed hope.

You had been leaving Lisa for a few hours now, promising her and your new friends that you would return to see them soon. You were anxious to get to the Wangshu Inn to rest. You missed your friends in Liyue and the absence of the Yaksha warrior around you left your heart empty.

You knew that he was never far from you. You knew that at night he sometimes stroked your hair, thinking you were asleep. You knew how soft his eyes were when he watched you draw.

You knew that he loved to listen to you sing.

Your lips curled upwards, happy at the idea of finding his presence. For this occasion you had grabbed an anemo crystal core which you intended to offer his.

When you reached the border between Mondstadt and Liyue, the atmosphere suddenly seemed heavy. You could not hear the birds singing, nor the wind cradling the trees.

Time seemed to stand still.

Alerted, you quickened your pace, crossing the wooden bridge that separated you from the shore.

The sudden sound of a branch breaking made you jump. You looked towards the source of the noise, finding yourself face to face with a Brutorocheux chief surrounded by some Brutoshamans and common Brutocollinus.

Your voice and body trembled.

"Why are they here? There have never been so many monsters on the border..."

The Brutocollinus came forward, threatening, it screamed, the breath knocking you to the ground. The smaller ones stepped forward, weapons in hand, while the Brutoshamans chanted their incantations.

Fear froze you in place, you were not a warrior, far from it. Your pupils dilated with fear and shook as the Brutoshaman ran towards you, fist in the air, ready to crush you. By reflex you had grown brambles around you to protect yourself.

But the creature in front of you was of a geo nature, impervious to the little thorns in your plants. Your trembling hand rose before you, summoning a flower capable of projecting poison, but again the monster crushed your hopes as did the flower beneath its feet.

"As long as you are in Liyue, I will protect you. Call me and I'll be there in a second."

Fear choked you, tears beading in the corners of your eyes as you remembered the words of the man you loved.

Xiao.

The sight of his gentle smile as he looked at you, thinking you hadn't noticed his presence.

Xiao.

The tender look in his eyes as he listened to you singing hidden behind a tree.

Xiao...

His hands savouring the feel of your hair between his fingers as you slept.

"XIAO! "

The moment you shouted his name, a gust of wind swept through the area. Blows rained down before you, and the brutocollinus and brutoshamans were the first to perish.

There he was, leaping to an inhuman height, a mask hiding his face and a menacing black aura covering him completely. The spear he always carried with him was pointed at the enemy as the Yaksha fell violently to the ground, sending out anemo illusions from his weapon that skewered the creature. He repeated his move once more, shattering its shell, before finishing it off by charging it with extreme speed. The Brutorocheux fell heavily to the ground, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Xiao moved his hand in front of his face, making his mask disappear, and then planted his spear on the ground. He ran towards you over the brambles you had created, not caring about the thorns that tore his legs. He knelt beside you, his eyes filled with terror and concern.

You looked into his eyes, shocked and trembling.

Finally you exploded, screaming and crying now that it was all over. You fell into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck, partially muffling your screams and tears.

He had found you. At last...

His heart broke free from its chains, relieved to see you safe and sound.

He felt as if his heart was going to burst out of his chest, so strong was it beating.

When he had reached you after your call and had seen you surrounded by monsters, monsters that were there because of him, because of the slaughter he had made in the camps of his creatures, the rage had risen in him. If you had been hurt because of him, he would never forgive himself.

He would never have forgiven himself.

He was surprised by your sudden embrace, not really knowing how he should react. What did humans do in such moments?

He raised his arms hesitantly, placing his hands gently on your back. Seeing that you didn't reject him, he hugged you a little tighter, soothing his soul and body with your warmth.

"Don't disappear again..."

His voice was husky, vibrant, emotion knotting his throat. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of the flowers that covered you.

"Xiao..."

Your tears continued to fall as your hands clutched at his clothes.

He surprised you by planting a kiss on your neck. He left his face hidden there, not wanting to be seen so vulnerable. His trembling hands around you were more than enough to describe the emotions that were currently running through him.

When your tears stopped, his hands gently grasped your shoulders, pulling you back to get a better look at your face. He wiped away the tears that remained on your cheeks before placing the palm of his hand on them, caressing you with his thumb. Your hand joined his, closing your eyes to savour the sensation.

His forehead came to rest against yours, exhaling a shaky breath.

The happiness of finally having her so close to you involuntarily activated your dendro vision. Varnished lily flowers bloomed around you, and firefly-like particles of light swirled near your faces.

"Stay close to me. Always. "

"Always. "

Xiao didn't know exactly what he was doing as he tilted his head to your lips. The only thing he knew was that he wanted this connection badly.

The bond between you was stronger than any contract, he loved you, by the archons, he loved you more than anyone else.

An emotion so human but so beautiful...

Your lips... tasted like a sweet dream.

Bonus n°1:

"Ah, there they are! "

Paimon yelled to his companions, pointing at you and Xiao. Zhongli was the first to arrive and observed the scene unfolding before his eyes.

"XIAO! "

Paimon shouted, his voice carrying to you. Xiao parted violently from your lips, falling on his butt in the process, his face completely red with embarrassment.

Aether, who had arrived just after Zhongli, grabbed the little fairy in his arms, planting his hand over her mouth to silence her. Hu Tao and Ganyu were waving at you, reassured that you were okay. Xiao had completely forgotten that they had come with them.

He knew that with that chatty fairy and Hu Tao not far away, the rest of the day was going to be hell for him. He wanted to grab you in his arms and run away from his troubles, but when his gaze turned to Zhongli's, his heart was suddenly lighter with a burden. The gentle smile of his master and the kindly gaze he projected upon him broke the last remaining chains of doubt within him.

Bonus #2:

Xiao had offered you on the way back the varnished Lily flower that Ganyu had given him earlier, hanging it in your hair. You walked behind your companions towards the Wangshu Inn, laughter and loud discussions (too loud for his taste) were going on.

Xiao stood very close to you without physically touching you. You never took your eyes off his face, which he noticed. He abruptly turned his head in the opposite direction, the tips of his ears glowing crimson, forcing an affectionate smile on your face.

After a few minutes of silent walking between the two of you, he finally asked you a question.

"Why did you leave? -He looked at you again, his eyes full of emotion-"I thought you were gone forever...or worse, dead. "

His voice trembled at the thought, making your eyes widen. In a comforting gesture, you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. The gesture surprised him, he was not used to physical (or emotional!) contact.

"Didn't you read my letter? "

Xiao blinked, once, twice, three times.

"What letter? "

"The one I left on the table next to the tofu dish. "

Xiao's face became totally impassive. He tried to piece together a visual image of his room in his mind, seeing your dish on his table very clearly, but no matter how hard he concentrated, no letter came to him.

"There was no letter. "

"Oh... Maybe it was blown away then?"

Xiao remained silent as you explained that you had gone to see a friend in Mondstadt. He listened to you without really listening, an array of emotions passing through his eyes. He needed someone to blame, anyone he could vent his anger and frustration on.

The wind... The wind...

A malevolent smile spread across his face and his amber eyes glowed with a menacing gleam.

He brought his hand up to his face, a gesture he made to reveal his Yaksha mask.

His hoarse voice whispered dangerously:

"Barbatos..."

Further on, in Mondstadt, Venti felt a shiver run through his body, freezing him in place.

[milazka]

Distraction — Drew Starkey.

image found on pinterest

summary: the one where the quaterback of the football team helps you forget about your bad grade.

request: yes

content: fluff & smut

author’s note: it’s my very first story about a member of the cast of outer banks! i would like to clarify that all this is fictional, i only use the looks and the names of the actors and actresses. my masterlist will be linked at the end of this story if you feel like reading some other fics. this one is for my babe cort ( @pogue-writings ) because she is drew’s soulmate.

warnings: most of my stories may contain mature themes such as swearing, underage drinking, substance abuse, sexual language and scenes, fights and more. also, i do not intend to be offensive towards anyone who reads this blog, if anything written can be perceived as hurtful to any community or person, i apologize, it was never my purpose while writing it.

word Count: 1957.

The campus library has always been her favorite spot to study. It's quiet and the atmosphere is always soothing, the exact opposite of her dorm room where her roommate seems more interested in experimenting the male anatomy than studying it in her textbook. A few weeks ago, after catching her once again during the act, she had decided to find a new place to study. She had walked around the campus and eventually found this spot around one of the large hardwood tables that stand between the bookshelves full of old books about psychology. The perfect place to set her in a study mood. 

For the past few hours, she has been sitting in her usual place, her textbook open in front of her eyes and her black notebook on her right. She only has one midterm left in two days and it will cover all the topics seen in her subconscious psychology course, which is one of her most interesting courses, but also the one that requires the longest hours of study in order to pass the exams. 

The sound of a chair gliding on the floor makes her look up and she’s surprised to see Drew, a boy from her psychology of the subconscious class, sit on the chair in diagonal to her. Normally, the library is almost empty at this time of the night and she never saw him here; he seems like the kind of guy who spends more time on the football field than he does in front of his textbooks. They’ve been in the same class for four months, but she never really paid attention to him, except when he is disturbing the class with the two other musketeers, Chase and Rudy. She smiles nicely at him when their eyes meet and he raises his coffee cup which he pretends to drink all at once while they both laugh silently, hoping not to be warned by Mrs. Jones, the librarian who looks strangely similar to Roz from the movie Monster inc.

She tries to put her nose back in her book, trying to focus on the pages suggested in the study guide and highlighting important sentences from a passage about Freud and his discovery of psychoanalysis, but she can't help but look up discreetly at the boy. He is wearing a navy flannel shirt which, half-buttoned, reveals a white shirt that moulds his muscular chest. His trademark cap, which he always wears backwards, rests as usual on the top of his head, still letting a few strands of hair slip out of the hat. She particularly lingers on his muscled arms covered by the navy blue cloth, it's not surprising that he's the quarterback on the football team. The  studious look on his face and the way he’s chewing on the tip of his pencil while frowning makes him look cuter than usual, she can’t deny it. 

When she sees the lateness of the hour, she delicately puts her books back in her red bag, not noticing how intensely the boy is staring at her. He simply can't help but admire her sweet angelic face, her tired-looking little eyes, the thin, shiny layer of lip balm covering her lips that he would dream of kissing; he likes everything about her and cannot help but smile foolishly. 

“Hey Y/n,” he whispers, catching her attention. “Me and the boys are throwing a party friday night, you should come.” 

“Oh, yeah, of course!” she smiles at him, noticing his blushing cheeks and the little spark in his gaze.

“Great! Good luck on your exam.” 

“Good luck to you too. I’ll see you friday.” 

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The room goes from purple to blue, then from blue to pink, courtesy of the spotlights that change the colour of the room's luminosity along the rhythm of the music. The parties hosted by the university football team always do justice to their reputation, no matter what’s the occasion. It's not the first time she attends one, but it's the first time she’s been invited by the quarterback. Her mind did not stop playing back the memory of the little sparkle in the young man's eyes when she had accepted his invitation. Maybe it meant nothing, but a part of her wants to believe it didn't. Plus, she really needs to take her mind off things after receiving her mediocre grade from the last exam. She knew her teacher was strict, but not this strict. 

As she makes her way through the dancing crowd, an arm slips around her naked shoulders, making her startles. She's used to being approached by boys at parties, but she hates it when they think they can do anything and touch her even if she doesn't want to. Looking up, she loosen up when she sees Drew's familiar face smirking at her and she's glad it's not a drunk who's asking her to blow him.

“I'm so glad you came,” he says to her as he hands her a red cup filled with beer. “How did your exam go?”

She pouts, taking a big sip of the golden liquid that tickles her throat.

“Really bad.” 

“That sucks,” she raises an eyebrow at the boy as when he takes back the cup that he just gave her and drops it on the countertop behind him. “C’mon, I have the perfect remedy for a bad grade.” 

Drew takes her tiny hand into his big one, guiding her to the backyard where several tables are set up to play beer pong. Small lights illuminate the yard where games have already started. People cheer each other up and yell like crazy when someone manage to get the ball in a cup. She recognizes Rudy’s familiar blond hair when he jumps into Jonathan's arms and she deduces they just won their game against Madison and Austin. Everyone laughs when the two boys lose their balance and crash into the grass, grunting at each other. Her hand is still holding Drew's firmly when he walks up to Chase who is sitting in a chair close to the fire pit with his girlfriend on his lap, grilling and eating marshmallows. 

“Yo Chase! Me and Y/n vs Maddie and you?” Drew challenges his friend, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Game on, baby!” Chase exclaims as they both stand up and follow them to the table.

She and Drew make a fire team, throwing a series of winning shots and gradually getting Madelyn and Chase drunk. All the way through the game, she never worries about her bad grade, it's like it never existed. The alcohol in her bloodstream seems to be opening her eyes to Drew's attractiveness. The girl never really paid attention to how he is totally her type of guy. She bites her lower lip, obviously checking him out when he pulls off his hoodie and his shirt comes up, revealing the prominent V-shape above the hem of his pants. 

“Like what you see, don't ya?” he teases the girl, an irresistible smile on the corner of his lips. 

She blushes up to her ears, making Drew laugh, and he just adds to her embarrassment by putting his arm around her shoulders before throwing the last ball who lands directly into the last standing cup. Maybe it's the emotion of the moment for her, whereas he's been dreaming about it for months, but their eyes meet each other and suddenly their lips collide. The kiss doesn't last long, not long enough in his opinion. The flight of butterflies in the young woman's belly doesn't disappear when their lips separate, she needs to kiss him again, to feel him touch her. 

“I need you, Drew.” she whines close to his ear, making his heart skips a beat. "God, Y/n," he breaths out, pulling her closer to him. "Do you know how long I've been dreaming about you saying that to me?”

She just winks at him and grabs his hand, pulling him toward the front door as he pinches himself on the arm, not believing that this is really happening. He throws a murderous look at Rudy and Chase who make fun of him by pretending to make out sensually. They pass through the living room which is still full of people swinging their bodies to the rhythm of the music and climb upstairs where Drew guides them to his room. He slams her against the door, his hands grabbing her hips as he kisses her again. She bites his lower lip, making him growl against her mouth. Drew starts to place open mouthed kisses on her neck and she tiltes it to give him full access to her burning skin. He leads her to the bed, pinning her on the mattress and he removes her short as he is now hovering over her half naked body. His hand slides down her thigh, making her squirm under him as he gets closer to her core. He plays with the waistband of her panties, smirking against her lips.

“Drew,” she moans, looking at him with her eyes filled with desire. He grabs her waist and flip them over so she is now straddling him. She unbuttons his khaki shirt, slipping his hands over his muscular chest. She starts to grind down on his lap, making him whine and dig his fingers into her buttcheeks

“It's not about me tonight, I'm not the one who needs to be distracted.” he whispers to her ear before  flipping her over again so that he is now hovering over her. 

She lets out a few muffled moans as he leaves a trail of kisses between her breast and on her stomach. He sucks and nibbles at the skin on her inner thighs, only increasing her desire to feel him on her already wet womanhood. 

“You’re so pretty, all wet and spread out like this, just for me.”

“Drew, please…” she begs, but he cuts her short by placing a kiss on her clit, slipping her underwear off. He places an open-mouthed kiss just above her wet folds, making her buck her hips up. 

“So eager, baby, I like it.” he hums just above her bundle of nerves, sending vibrations on it. She runs her fingers through his light brown hair, pushing him closer to her heat. He finally licks a full stripe through her folds, making her back arch to the so desired feeling. 

“Oh fuck,” she groans as he inserts one finger in her, his tongue sucking on her clit. His hands are  firmly wrapped around her thighs to keep her spread open for him. She clenches the sheets between her fists, her eyes close under the wave of pleasure that runs through her body when he replaces his fingers with his tongue. His nose rubs up against her clit as he moves his face, pumping his tongue in and out of her.

“Fuck I’m so close, please don’t stop,” she moans, making him pumps his tongue faster. A few profanities mixed with loud moans leave her lips as she reaches her high, legs shaking on his shoulders. He licks her folds a few more times to clean her up, sending electric jolts through her body when he touches her sensitive nerves from the orgasm. He lies down beside her, pulling her towards him with his arms wrapped around her body.

“What about you? I’m no the type of girl who doesn’t give back,” she starts but Drew shushes her with a quick kiss. “I’m sure you’re not, but tonight it’s about you and only you.” 

“Fuck, you’re perfect, y’a know?” 

“It was about time you figured that out!” he mocks her and she giggles, burying her face further into the crook of his neck. 

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🦇Psychological Analysis of Diabolik Lovers❤:

Hi! I've decided for my first own Tumblr post that I should talk about the franchise that I have been a fan of for 6 years: Diabolik Lovers. After being in this fandom for so long I felt personally kinda cheap for me to just do a short funny post about DL

… sooo~~~ i've decided to share my personal psychological analysis on all the diaboys! Disclaimer: 

1-My memory is quite short and trying to analyse 13  fictional mentally ill boys is quite tricky so please be easy on me.^^

2- English isn't my first language so there might be some mistakes so please pardon me for that!

3- I am currently still working on the Mukami's, the Tsukinami's and Kino so they aren't gonna be in this post!

4- I based myself on the manga and MAINLY HDB and MB for my analysis.

Thank you and have a good reading!^^~ <3

-Rero

Sakamaki's:________________________________

-Shu Sakamaki:

Shu is the first born and the heir of the Sakamaki family. Thus, whether he wants it or not, it was decided even before he was born that he will be the victim of a lot of pressure. That pressure to become worthy of being the heir not only came from both of his parents but the servants as well. He couldn’t be free for two seconds. He was obliged to stay inside the castle/mansion (sometimes in the garden with his mom) to study and train, but he wasn’t allowed to go somewhere else. As he lived in a strict environnement, he wasn't happy as a kid and wanted to escape from that life. Meeting Edgar gave him true happiness. He was his first real best friend and he eventually lost him in the flames of his village. Imagine the thing or person who made you discover true happiness burning in front of your own very eyes. You will most likely lose hope in making other close relationship with anything or anyone. That's how Shu is. A depressed, borderline suicidal man who doesn't have any hope anymore and thinks that it is all his fault. Refusing anyone close to him and empty on a daily basis, he uses music as a way to cope with everything. If you think that Shu is easier to love because "he is less harsh than the other brothers" then you are wrong. Shu doesn't want to be involved with anything or anyone. If you try to get close to him, then get ready to be hurt because he is a sadist like his brothers and can hurt you if he doesn't want you near him.

-Reiji Sakamaki:

(If you want a more detailed and a well done analysis, please go check this one:

Reiji was severely neglected as a child by both of his parents. He basically spent his entire childhood trying to get their attention or at least some recognition from them, especially his mom’s, but never got any or if he did it was to remind him that he should be a good younger/brother/servant/right-hand man for his older brother, the next heir of the Sakamaki family Shu. Thus, as he grew up he developed a strong feeling of jealousy for his brother to the point of having a severe inferiority complex. In addition to that, the bitterness that he has for ages inside of him about his mother still resides in him and as we know he is still trying to revive her. Reiji is a man who holds grudges from his past and seeks revenge. He is also someone who loves attention (maybe not as much as Kanato) and wants to be recognized as superior to his brother whom he despises so much to the point that you cannot even talk about Shu around him without having either a death glare or a ass whooping. By putting high standards on to himself, not only in the present but also in his past, he’s become a perfectionist who cares a lot about image and manners. He even forces Yui in his route to learn the perfect lady etiquette. Why does he act this way? Simple, in my opinion it is because he likes to keep a perfect image of himself in a way to detach himself from his brothers whom he despises a lot. You might also ask: if he hates his brothers, then why didn’t he kill them yet? Well, Reiji in one interview (https://prevolt.tumblr.com/post/103068375676/diabolik-lovers-dark-fate-stellaworth-complete )admits that he doesn’t completely hate living with his bros, also if he would’ve killed them, his father would’ve punished him. Even if he seems not that bad with his gentleman personality, Reiji isn’t a kind man. Reiji can easily kill someone. To end this, to go back to the butler-like image he gives himself, I think it could be a mask to hide the insecurities he has. I also believe that he constantly lies to himself and that he doesn’t truly understand his own emotions or even himself has seen many times in his HDB route and in the manga.

-Ayato Sakamaki:

(For Ayato I fell upon this really interesting analysis if you are interested ) 

Ayato, in his childhood, like all of his brothers, was not treated well by his father but he , most importantly, got overpressured by Cordelia to be number one. He couldn’t get out and play freely like any normal child can do because when he would sneak out, he got punished and got slapped in the face by his own mother telling him that if he cannot be number one, he is not allowed to call her “mother” again.(Also, do I need to remind you all the lake scene from his childhood… )For him, you cannot be loved and/or appreciated if you’re not number one. Because he had to live such a childhood, he developed a severe narcissistic personality. Narcissists are not born, they are made, and they are made by being over praised as a kid for their success (such as having a good grade at school, winning a competition or an award, being the best in what they are doing) and by being emotionally neglected. (Ex: throughout the day the child is getting good compliments from their parents by being the number one at school but when the kid will start crying, the parents will ignore or punish him for it. Not giving him any love or support. Which will lead the kid to build himself an ego higher than Yūma’s height and rejecting his own emotions.) I think it describes Ayato’s behaviour and his past pretty well. Another thing that is important to consider about Ayato is that he looks as if he is frozen in time. (Which is a trait that can also be found in any real life narcissists) Even if his mother is dead and that he has nothing to prove anymore, he is still stuck in the “I need to be number one” as if his brain didn’t move on to the present. In addition to that, Ayato is a really childish man. I mean: he needs Yui’s attention and approval all the time, pouts like a kid, acts like a kid (when he asked Yui to stroke his hair in a childish way, plays pranks on Reiji, …) and sometimes speaks like a kid when things are not going the way he wants them to go. Also, once states that he doesn’t wish to have someone special in his life again because the last one who was special (his mom) broke his heart. Ayato himself and himself only and the only goal in his life is to prove that he is the best. To do that, he will use ANY sadistic method and won’t stop even if you beg. Heck, it’ll only excite him more. He is a narcissistic sadist who keeps his emotions far away from him.

-Kanato Sakamaki:

(For this character I highly suggest that you take a good look a this psychological analysis since in my opinion really detailed and the author made a really good job making it: . Thank you~)

Just like his brother Laito, Kanato throughout his childhood was severely neglected and treated very harshly by both of his parents. The only thing that was valuable to his mother’s eyes was his beautiful voice and literally made him sing until his vocal cords bled. I suspect that Kanato probably suffers from Asperger syndrome from how he acts when he is mad, the fact that he doesn’t understand his or the emotions of others and his overall behaviour. In the present we can all see that he is almost, if not, the scariest of all sakamaki brothers and I think that it is mainly due to the lack of attention and support from his parents. Of all the Sakamaki’s, Kanato is the one who, from very early in his childhood, needed attention and support the most. Why do you think he always has a teddy in his arms (with his mother’s ashes in it must I remind you..)and makes his own doll made out of the body of dead women? Kanato simply cannot stand being alone. He would rather have you dead by his side for all eternity than being rejected or even worse, ignored.(I really recommend to read Kanato’s analysis since it really explains well his behaviour on that aspect^^)

He is maybe cute, remember that he is unable to understand your emotions and that he has no problem killing you. Also to be able to survive with him, you will have to abandon your logic and read in between the lines which isn’t an easy task..(This one is shorter because I think that Kanato isn’t that complex. He is just really different but still stays, in my opinion, pretty simple and easy to understand)

-Laito Sakamaki:

Laito is what I would call an empty pervert who uses sex as a coping mechanism. He believes that there’s nothing more real than pleasure. He even goes further in his “crazy” beliefs that “even the sweetest pain can become the greatest pleasure”. Behind his playful, sociable, perverted personality is a really cruel, cunning and manipulator expert who knows the best tricks to manipulate someone since his mother uses those on him in his “young adulthood” to have sexual intercourses with him. Only used as a sex partner by his mom as a child and never received any unconditional love from his parents, he has a bad definition of love. For him love=lust, real love (true love or even unconditional love) doesn’t exist and that it is all fake. He spends his time having sex to forget about the women that broke him and would even go as far as threatening Yui to death if she resist him when she doesn’t want to get involve in his “activities” or “little games”. But even after all that he can’t forget her and still is captive of her “love”, still feeling her, remembering her scent and everything about her. He can’t escape from that jail. Finally, it’s important to remember that Laito is a sadist who takes an amount of pleasure by having someone succumbing to him in a mental and sexual way. He is not someone to be taken lightly. You might not see the danger totally at first by that’s just how Laito is. He even says it himself in his HDB route, he is the type of man who will follow his prey in an alley before attacking it. Therefore, he is not like most of his brothers, he is not going to attack fully. He’s slowly going to take little bites of you and before you even realize it, you won’t be able to escape from him anymore.

-Subaru Sakamaki:

First of all, we need to know that Subaru was born (just like almost all of his brothers) just for the sake of Karl’s plan. What is different about Subaru is that his mother became crazy when she had her child. (I just want to state that she did want the child and Karlheinz did not totally raped her since it is stated that she accepted but we also all know that she was being manipulated. Since for the moment I want to concentrate more on Subaru I will not spend too much time explaining his parents relationship but it is something that we should definitely analyse as well in my opinion) Subaru was severely neglected by his father and he never knew what it was to have a normal mother. Throughout his entire childhood, he’s witnessed his mother’s unstable mind, bipolarity, her tantrums episodes and even worse, not only her insults being thrown directly at him but her literally asking him to kill both her and Karl. Because of that, he’s developed anger issues, a lack of trust with women, a severe depression and he is, if not, borderline suicidal. I also want to state that (He even states in his route in HDB that the two people he hates the most in “this world” is 1) Karlheinz 2)himself)Subaru is one if not the most sensible emotionally. So that means he feels harder than the others. You can also see that he has developed similar traits has his mother has you get to know him more in his route such as: bipolarity (when he orders Yui to always come and tell him where she’s going and then get mad when she does so telling her that he doesn’t care) and random tantrums. (when he gets mad à Yui for no good reason and even makes false assumptions) Not only does he usuels violence as a coping mechanism but he also always isolates himself, not letting anyone in his hard shell because he believes that he can’t do any good and that he is useless. In his presents, he still believes in his mother’s insults and thinks of him as someone filthy, disgusting, weak, a monster who can’t do anything to help the person he loved, his mother. He hates himself. He is constantly irritated by everything. If you want to love him you will have to endure the violence that he’s going to give to you and live with his confusion and irritation against not only everything that surrounds him but also against himself and you, and you will have to give up your life to make him trust you entirely.