#AND THEY TRIED TO LIVE AND ADAPT DESPITE NOT HAVING A CHANCE

[lunarrosette]

I’m rlly sad abt the kiddads rn like THEY WERE BASICALLY DOOMED FROM THE START THEY NEVER HAD A CHANCE THEYRE SO TRAGIC WHAT THE FUUUUUCCKKKKKK

[bunji-enthusiast]

ahhhhh, im.not the one who requested it buy I love the oneshot about catnap with the child he took care of after the hour of joy because of the kitty thing. Even though I'm not the one who requested it, is it possible I can request something in the same premise of it. Where catnap after taking care of the child for a long time is starting to run out of the food reserves the factory had, and he has to find other ways to feed them. Through feeding them like how he feeds the smiling critters in the playhouse on "meat" from you know who, or forcing the child to leave so they have a chance to find food. But catnap being catnap wants to keep her there despite so decides on the first choice, even though he had let the child get attached to dogday.

(I'm sorry this may show up on your ask box twice I ment to not send this anonymously but I did by accident so I wanted to correct that, anyways thank you for your absolutely amazing writing remember to take breaks when you need to and stay amazing❤️)

Seeker

Note || awe, no worries. Happy to see you in!

WC || 1,034

Sypnosis || emotions are scarce, food is too. It seems factory is getting to everyone, CatNap is left with unprecedented levels of risks.

The conditions of the environment were no doubt not very liveable ones, so he had tried his best to adapt to the conditions so that you may be able to live in his room comfortably or even walk anywhere else in Playcare. Even beyond the whole place in any case, he just wasn’t sure what to do anymore. CatNap was at an odds end within himself at deciding what to do, what would be best for you.

Should he force you to leave the factory in hopes you find food? No, you’d just get lost and scared, no doubt manhandled by an incompetent people that may pass you by in the process. You were just a kid, lonely and in need of companionship and being surrounded by people you could truly trust.

Though the colorful disposition and creepy toys in this place far proved the idea he needed to keep you safer more often. Knowing that you may as well get attached to some of the other toys you come across, CatNap was admittedly worried. 

You were often inquisitive, curious to find everything your attention was captured by. That wasn’t of any good in his honest opinion, but he had to remain with a steady and cool head. So that when it may be, he can take care of you more properly.

CatNap didn’t want you to leave, he had become far too accustomed to your presence. Hearing your joyful laughs and giggles, staying so hopeful and strong in your own unique way. You certainly brought on a joyful aspect to his lonely life, even with all the others he had punished for being heretics. 

DogDay, oh yes, he had to take some chunks from him. That was the last thing he wanted to do with all that has been said and done. But he truly had no other option, but his worst thought being as how you began to get attached to DogDay.

In retrospect however, he will admit that you can be cute and quite charming for just being a child at most. 

“Mr…” You began, the crayon stilling to a stop. DogDay perked his head up, though the effort to move is indeed extraneous on his war-torn body (both literally and figuratively). “Hm, sweetheart?” He spoke out, his voice spooking you a little bit as he hadn’t spoken very often. You didn’t expect him to actually answer you or at all for that matter, but DogDay seemed kind to you. You wanted to get to know him at least, but to him, he was slight afraid – on your behalf, you didn’t know better on a lot of things. Especially the vying point is how his legs had been taken from him, most of it being fed to the smaller toy versions of the smiling critters and you too. Did you even know what you were eating?

You hesitantly stood up, leaving your paper and crayon to abandon. “Why are you chained up like that?” You asked with a tinge of nervousness, almost afraid as if you were going to incur some sort of angry emotion from the large dog. If he could truly move his own gaping black mouth, he would’ve been frowning right now. DogDay was concerned for you, as to why you were put in this situation. 

“I am… just not a very good person, sweetheart.” His gentle tone carried an aura reminiscent of a father if you ever heard one. Your eyes were wide with curiosity, knowing it was okay to continue speaking with him the way you were. “But, you don’t look bad to me. You're even nice to me!” Your innocent tone had brought back a fragmented memory for DogDay, he chuckled with a warm spell about the air.

DogDay let out an audible sigh, “Not all things are as they seem, CatNap included.” His words incited a bout of curiosity in the flames of your stomach. Now this was something you needed to understand, “Stretchy kitty?” DogDay nodded, a chuckle escaping him once more. You simply were the cutest thing he had seen in a long while. 

“I.. would say he’s not, kind or gentle as you would think him to be.” DogDay was nervous, irradiated by a different presence he had quickly taken notice of, but had continued on anyway. “CatNap, had uh, punished me Sweetheart. Wasn’t nice to his god.” 

‘God?’ you thought, “what is that Mr?” You spoke out in reply, sitting down and closer next to him then you were previously. You were rather oblivious to the presence of such an omniscient aura, menacing enough to be sure. DogDay wasn’t sure how to explain the term finely, but you were curious, wanting to satiate that curiosity by always asking questions. 

You deserved to have every single one of them answered, no matter how silly they may seem. DogDay had hoped the best for you, he had gotten rather attached to you. In spite of CatNap’s many warnings to not talk to you or even glance in your direction, not wanting him to bore your head with lies and spiteful attempts to turn you against him in any way possible. Well, DogDay had felt quite an intense hatred against CatNap right at this very moment, and found the courage to move on forward with his words. No matter what may happen to him, “God is uh, let’s say a very inspirational person… powerful even. But he can be a hypocrite too.” He nodded, tilting his head as if he was speaking through his movements.

“Sweetheart, you follow your own heart alright?” DogDay spoke hopefully, hoping to see that his words had gotten to you a little bit. “Never let anyone tell you otherwise.” You nodded with a fire in your eyes he hadn’t expected from you, but this a youthful you, easily impressionable and inspired. DogDay will forever be hopeful for you, and grateful he ever had gotten to speak to you in the past few days anyway.

A distant crying was unheard of, a lonely digressable cat, heart heavy and hurt. He began to cry silently, tears are there yet there are none.

I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything.

[clairdelunelove]

call me

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

genre: fluff! (rescue drabble!)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of motorcyclist!ghost, protective!ghost

synopsis: the downtime after missions was rarely a time that ghost looked forward to. everyone's aware to leave him alone during this period. that is, until he gets a call from you asking for his help to rescue you from an awkward situation!

a.n. wOW! hi lovelies, it's been a while! I was inspired to write this because something similar happened to me at an anime convention! and yes it was with a mw 2019 jawbone ghost cosplayer hehe (¬‿¬) oh, here's my kofi! and pls enjoy! <3

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obsessed with the idea that ghost would drop everything and come running to you if you called him. 

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the conclusion of an operation was, albeit, a bit bittersweet for ghost. sure, he benefited from the downtime of not being in an environment that constantly triggered his fight or flight response and a small break was necessary for his well-being to avoid pushing past his physical limitations. yet, those were the only beneficial factors he could conjure up. most operators took advantage of the intermission to catch up with friends at pubs or visit family for a couple days– a luxury he never allowed himself to have. thus, he spent the days of rest endlessly secluded. trapped within the barren walls of his flat. choosing to occupy his time thumbing through a nonfiction novel or finishing some exterior maintenance. he referred to his living space as a place to rest his chaos. to ease his hardships into a lasting slumber– that is, until he’d receive intel about a new operation. and his home was an enigma of great strength accompanied with struggle, providing a solitude that ghost was well acquainted with. he preferred it that way. no one reaches out to him during this time of isolation. which is why he doesn’t expect your name to flash on his phone’s screen and it’s even more astounding that he chooses to pick up the call. 

ghost who leans low enough that his leg almost touches the smooth asphalt when he cruises down the road. the sleek, pitch-black motorcycle adapts easily when he wrenches the steel handlebars. after adjusting in his seat, his gloved hands rev to intensify the speed while his mind recalls the conversation he had with you. approximately two minutes ago. the way you quietly pleaded, “could you please come and get me?” and immediately, the lack of context backed with the sticky hoarseness in your voice awakened unease within him. “you hurt?” his instinctive question is followed with a gruff, “who do I need to talk to.” and the sheer seriousness of his threat forces a minor giggle to leave your lips. the sound encourages him to mull over possibilities. where were you? where could you be right now? think, damn it, think. he drags a heavy hand across his face while vaguely remembering the lighthearted conversation you had earlier in the week. a pair of squad members had politely asked about your weekend plans to which you shared that you planned to get some grocery shopping out of the way. a mundane answer that pulled a couple laughs. but now, the rather ordinary task seemed to evolve into a nightmare as he hears you suck in a wobbly breath. “you still in town, sweetheart?” ghost forces his voice steady despite the crazed way he’s tugging on his shoes and shoving away stray papers to retrieve his keys. you instantly respond that you are and he tries not to dwell on the chance that his presence might’ve helped calm your nervousness. compels himself to solve the blatant issue before figuring out why his decision-making is so sudden. why he’s swiftly weaving through traffic in hopes of finding you when he should be relaxing at his flat. but his voice rumbles out of your phone’s speaker when he instructs, “stay put. I’ll come get you.” 

ghost who visibly tenses up when he spots you from the crowd of shoppers. most are occupied in their own business; choosing from a variety of commodities or paying for their groceries at the checkout line. but that’s not what he’s here for. treading through aisles, his appearance manages to raise curiosity from a couple onlookers before they tactfully glance away from the massive man. having one’s identity partially hidden away by layers of clothing while clutching onto a motorcycle helmet tends to facilitate that reaction from the average citizen. it works in his favor. his heavy-lidded eyes scan the room and before long he recognizes a tuft of your hair. he figured his first encounter with you would be under different circumstances, albeit more jovial and perhaps you’d grace him with one of those blinding smiles that you reserve solely for him. however, all he sees is vermillion flooding his vision. you’re backed into a secluded corner of the store by a sleazy man who’s testing his luck. unfortunately for the stranger, ghost was never a believer of good fortune. you venture to put more distance between you and the man but to no avail. he inches closer. “like I said earlier,” you strive to keep your tone of voice stable, “he’s on his way already. I don’t need a ride.” a courageous act but the guy is already responding. a shoddy decision, in ghost’s opinion, because upon hearing the stranger’s crude innuendo, ghost’s nails form crescents within his palms from how fiercely he’s balling his fists. sees you shrink from the words. and he’s a reaper with the sole mission to deliver punishment.

ghost who eases beside you and subtly reaches to touch your shoulder while murmuring, “I’ve got you.” his voice leaves his lips in a soothing drawl that has you inwardly crooning. safety is synonymous with him. always is. initially checks in with you before engaging in conversation with the stranger. you’re top priority. “simon?” his name is a relieved gasp from your plush lips. clearly you weren’t expecting him to step into the situation with hopes of diffusing it. he slowly tilts his head, “told ya I’d come.” mentions it like it’s a common occurrence that he spends his downtime shutting down harassment directed towards you. yet the first observation you make is that he’s dressed rather casually. clad in an ash-colored hoodie and denim jeans that always cause you to wonder whether he has them tailored because of how well they fit his physique. the homey outfit is a sight to behold considering you typically saw him in uniform; you ravished the domestic image. burnt it into your memory for safe keeping. apparently, so does ghost. “you look proper cozy today.” waving a gloved hand, he indicates your casual outfit and the sudden change of topic prompts a small grin to form on your face. which, ultimately, is his entire plan. dragging your eyes to a sudden motion, you watch as he rolls his sleeves up to reveal a swirl of veins and intricately tatted skin. he’s mystifying; everything about him is– which seemingly adds to his appeal and no matter how vigorously you fight against it, you can’t help but feel the inevitable pull. “don’t get any ideas, sweetheart.” of course the comment is meant to scold but the breathy rasp in his voice morphs it into pure sin. he shoots you an inquisitive glance when he regards your heated gaze and wordlessly chastises your behavior with a raise of his dark brows. 

ghost who absolutely resents whenever someone interrupts you. the act itself is rude beyond doubt but it’s especially ignorant when it concerns you. and the tacky stranger had the audacity to do it in front of ghost. from beneath his mask, he clenches his jaw when the other man decides to open his mouth to continue conversing with you. again. ghost shifts, positioning himself between the two of you, and spits out the words, “you’re doing me ‘ead in. do one, will ya?” his tone is level, devoid of any expletives in his question yet his manchester accent is gravelly enough for his words to border a threat. the manifestation of trouble. he pushes up his sleeves for good measure. truth be told, ghost would’ve simply told the other man to ‘piss off.’ perhaps give him the finger. but you were around and he favored appearing posh. 

ghost who basks in the gratifying burn of watching the stranger scurry away from just his words. runs like a scruffy dog getting caught going through a trash bin and he bites back a snicker. but who wouldn’t run from ghost? dressed as the embodiment of shadows and danger. probably his physique too, if he was being honest. towering at six feet and some more. he states, “don’t think the bloke was fond of me.” can’t refrain from the mockery that lines his words. perhaps the possessiveness was corrupting him more than he imagined. he glances at you, paying special regard to the way the corners of your lips curl at his remark, “suppose you’re right. I appreciate you coming, by the way.” isn’t quite sure why you’re thanking him. he’d rush to you whenever you needed him. but he dismisses it with a throaty, “not a problem.” and it dawns on him that the two of you are alone. away from the prying eyes of the task force members. surrounded by the normalcy of civilian life. and the motorcycle gear that he’s adorned with seems obvious that there’s more to him than he lets on. like the fact that he rushed here without a second doubt. there’s a glimmer in your eyes and he’s aware that your mind is racing with possibilities. “I wonder,” there’s a playfulness in your tone as you shift closer to him, “what was lieutenant riley up to before coming to my rescue?”  

ghost who exhibits the duality of man when he’s with you. his voice gets caught in his throat and he promptly answers, “nothin'.” because you’re placing a gentle hand on his forearm. vanquishes him to a robot that can only utter a single word from a single touch. this wasn’t what he was like before; the esteemed protector with a jealous streak. no, he’s reduced to a pining jumble of tenderness for you. even through the layers of clothing he recognizes your warmth and yearns for it. you gaze up at him through your lashes, a telltale sign that his lack of plans served as an invitation to propose more. he knows that look. “you’re quite a secretive man, simon,” you teasingly narrow your eyes, “has anyone ever told you that?” your fingertips trace the swirls of ink on his arm and he desperately tries to fight against the way his eyes drop into a half-lidded stare. your touch always reduces him to a puddle of adoration. “no,” he breathes out and hopes to convey his ardor in irony, “never.” knows you’re grinning at his automatic responses and heat bubbles within him. 

ghost who allows your caress to dip down to his wrist which, conveniently, was the hand that held onto his motorcycle helmet. watches as you draw delicate patterns on the helmet’s shell. recognizes that you’re working up courage. for what, he's not sure. maybe you’ll ask him how long he’s been a motorcyclist. that’s typically the first question that’s settled. but nothing could prepare him for your honeyed voice that asks, “can I ride?” and how you use him as leverage to push up on your tiptoes and pleadingly whisper, “please?” he's pretty certain that you mean getting a ride on his motorcycle. yet, with the way your lips are practically pressing against his neck and how the heat of your breath forces him to stifle a groan of satisfaction, all logic flies out the window. pure, unadulterated hunger for you seizes ghost in an unexplainable grasp. he needs you. wishes he could whisk you away to someplace else. perhaps to his place. gosh, he appreciated the downtime after a mission. “bloody vixen,” he murmurs lowly while slipping the helmet into your hands, “it’s all yours, sweetheart.” on his motorcycle it typically takes 10 minutes flat to get to his place or 7 minutes if he turns a blind eye to the speed limit– which is an act he’s willingly committed before. 

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet Alpha, Dangerous Omega

Part 17

When you closed your eyes, the only thing you could see was the expression of terror on the face of that poor maid, the blood covering your feet, and in your ears the echo of that man's cries resonated.

You cried for two days, silencing your screams and moans out of habit, hurting your throat as a result.

When your free days were over you moved automatically, nodding and shaking your head as was appropriate.

Your mind kept going over the scene and every day it gave you a new detail, the shadows took the form of hands trying to catch you and the puddles grew in size until you could feel the liquid through your shoes.

When you slept you relived the memory over and over again, every part, every second trapped until Cassandra came to free you from the cycle, Cassandra with her face covered in blood and a smile that showed her sharp fangs.

Your feelings of disgust and horror that the cruel scene caused you disappeared when you saw the Omega, speaking to you in a soft tone trying to give you relief.

“Blood and human flesh are our sustenance”

You had ignored the rumors surrounding the castle and the Dimitrescu because you knew firsthand how they could be twisted for someone else's benefit.

“We need it to live”

Every being needs sustenance to continue, plants, fungi, animals and humans.

And this could be different, adapted to the needs of each being.

“You understand, right?”

Of course.

“It's part of me”

Cassandra was not human.

“You love me, right?”

Did you?

Was it love you felt? You had never felt it before, all your life you have focused on surviving, and no one tried to get close to you unless it was to hurt you.

Was it love? The day you found Cassandra you acted on instinct, an Alpha protecting an Omega from danger, an Alpha attracted to an Omega in Heat.

Was it love? What enticed you was the fact that someone wanted you, desired you, needed you. For once you felt that your life was worth something.

Was it love? Cassandra was beautiful, more than once your gaze fell on her biceps observing even the smallest detail when she threw the easels.

Was it love? You were attracted to Cassandra's attitude, demanding and firm not letting anyone walk all over her, strong and stubborn pursuing what she wants without fear, gentle and sentimental, a side that you had seen during her Heat and in the stories her sisters told you.

You didn't know if it was love, but you knew it wouldn't take long to become that.

What should you do?

You turned to see the fur beside your bed, covered to the fiber of your scent.

The next step in courtship was to provide sustenance, food.

Providing your Omega with everything she needed and asked for was your duty as Alpha.

Your Omega needed human flesh for sustenance.

And it was your duty to provide it.

Hunting, killing another human, ending someone else's life for the chance at a Mate was selfish, cruel and depraved…

And so damn tempting.

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Despite your silence Dorothea could get an idea of ​​what had happened, after all gossiping was the servants' source of entertainment.

A few days ago, some prisoners escaped and their pieces ended up scattered in the hallway, her team salvaged as much as they could, after all wasting it meant someone else would take its place.

It was a grotesque scene, but over the years Dorothea has adapted to many things and made sure her team did too.

You, on the other hand, were gentler than you seemed to be at first look, despite the horrendous treatment you had experienced, witnessing such a scene surely was a tremendous shock for you.

However, if you wanted to court a Dimitrescu, even more so to Mate with one, you had to understand and accept their inhumanity.

When Dorothea found out about you, she didn't give it much importance, one more face walking on the edge of her knife.

She never thought she would become fond of you, she blames her wife for that, when it comes to Relia the barriers of her heart crumble easily as wet paper.

She never dreams that she would get to see Cassandra in harmony with her subgenre. For the new maids it wasn't much of a difference, but for the older ones the change in the young mistress's behavior was obvious.

Even though Miss Cassandra groaned in annoyance and Lady Dimitrescu turned a blind eye at her pup behavior, there was no doubt that the young mistress acted like a high-class Omega challenging her chosen one to see if she met her standards, if she was worthy of being her mate.

It was adorable and hilarious to watch.

So, Dorothea had faith in you, letting you process things in your own time despite Relia's whining was the best thing to do.

- "What is Cassandra's favorite food? Her preferences?"-

Your voice sounded hoarse from disuse, your face was pale, and your hands were shaking, yet you kept your gaze in her eyes, determined to get answers.

And Dorotthea gave them to you.

You have finally made your decision.

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Dorothea gave you information about Cassandra's preferences and your butchering skills were more than enough to prepare the meat.

You just had to choose the prey.

The inhabitants of the castle were off limits due to the rules imposed by Lady Dimitrescu and Bela, out of respect you did not want to disobey them. Besides, you don’t want to ruin the good atmosphere you had with your workshop colleagues and the kitchen team.

In the village there are drunks everywhere, being prey to the Lycans is common, no one would care if one disappeared.

"How dare you even think of giving meat of such a disgusting level to our Omega?"

Your Alpha was right.

Cassandra deserved the best and your duty was to give it to her or die trying.

You had to hunt healthy prey, with enough meat to be nutritious and fat to give flavor.

Drunks were off the table.

You needed meat to offer Cassandra as food.

You needed quality meat, not too old, not too young, not too fat, not too thin, free of vices and with a healthy diet.

And while you had made your decision, snatching a child from its parents or parents from their child weighed on your conscience, you would stain your hands with blood anyway, but at least you wanted to sleep without dreaming about empty cribs and children crying.

You closed your eyes reviewing the faces of the village that you could remember, who met your requirements?

Image after image crossed your mind until you found the answer.

A couple at the peak of their age.

A couple with a balanced diet.

A couple with a life free of alcohol and cigarettes.

A couple whose parents have already died.

A couple without brothers or cousins.

A couple whose offspring is cursed.

When you opened your eyes the heaviness on your shoulders disappeared.

You have already made your decision.

Your two free days were close, you would use one to confirm the routine of your prey and on the second you would attack.

You would not let doubt consume you; you would take the next step as soon as possible.

Cassandra had waited more than enough.

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You couldn't find Greta anywhere, you needed to tell her about your temporary departure, it was either her or Bela but considering that neither of the Dimitrescu had approached you it was easy to assume that the blonde was not an option.

“Omega must be furious at our uncertainty and cowardice”

The shame of having run without looking at her burned you and the only thing that could extinguish it was to demonstrate your devotion and acceptance towards her.

Through the offering of fresh meat.

You couldn't waste any more time, so you took the risk.

- “A trip outside the castle?” - The maid was someone you had seen working close to Greta and held a higher rank than you, Olivia.

- “I’ll be back before nightfall on the second day.”- Leaving the castle temporarily wasn't that strange, as long as you had permission from the Dimitrescu or the Head Maid and returned on time, you were safe.

However, Greta had chosen the perfect day to take a vacation because you couldn't find any trace of her and time was passing.

- “Ok, as long as you arrive on time, there won't be a problem. I'll let her know your whereabouts.”-

You breathed a sigh of relief and offered her a grateful smile.

- “Thank you.”-

She smiled back at you.

- “My pleasure.” –

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After making sure your backpack was hidden, you covered your body in mud to hide your scent and set off on a path you knew by heart.

The house where your prey lived was somewhat far from the town, it wasn't on the edge like your cabin, but the distance was enough so that the neighbors couldn't hear screams.

It's not like you were planning on making a scene, being in better shape didn't mean you could fight a mob by hand.

Hiding among the branches of a sturdy tree your vigil began.

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After confirming the routine your prey followed, you prepared for the hunt. While attacking at night was perfect to avoid drawing attention, the darkness would be a disadvantage to you too and would cause trouble, plus the Lycans tended to be active at those hours.

Your plan was to enter the house just as the woman was cooking, as she used too many spices they would hide whatever leftover of your scent, you would finish her off quickly and hide her body in a closed room. When the man came home you would make noise to draw his attention and the moment he entered you would pierce his throat with an arrow to prevent him from screaming and then finish him off. With your two preys caught you would proceed to bleed them into two buckets and then dismember the bodies, focusing on taking only Cassandra's favorite pieces because you couldn't carry both bodies at once and making a double trip increased the chances of being discovered by the others more inhabitants or the Lycans. So, you would put everything you could in the backpack, cover the buckets to avoid spills and then start your way back to the castle.

After taking a bath, you would take your gifts and go to Cassandra's room to deliver them. You would apologize for your delay and depending on her answer...

Whether yes, or no, there is no turning back.

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You have to be fast and discreet.

Entering the house without being seen,  went to the kitchen where the woman was.

Alone.

Her attention was focused on the stew on the stove, the smell of the spices was strong enough to impregnate the kitchen and the entire house.

You approached her slowly.

And with quick hands in a precise movement, you broke her neck.

The body fell at your feet writhing unable to scream, her gaze fell on you which made you lower your head and maintain a submissive posture.

Mother detested your rebellion.

“She is not a mother, she is prey”

Prey, yes, the woman was prey.

When you turned to see her, her eyes were already empty of life.

She would never look at you with contempt again.

You would never hear her insults again.

You would never feel the pain of the whip against your back for looking at her wrong, for speaking to her wrong, for breathing wrong, for existing wrong.

Never.

You took a deep breath and, taking her legs, you dragged her to the closet.

Before closing the door, you looked at the lifeless body once more.

- “Goodbye Mother” -

Your next prey had to be caught off guard.

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You kept your eyes on the kitchen door.

The soup was still burning to keep the smell of the spices, your prey was a veteran hunter, even covered in mud, he could detect your scent.

You heard the footsteps approaching and prepared your bow.

A shot to the throat to stop him from screaming and then you would finish him off with your knife.

That was the plan.

However, the arrow missed its target, nailing itself centimeters above the man's head, who immediately turned to look at you.

You froze.

- “What the fuck?” – The man's confusion soon turned to anger, before you could prepare another arrow, he lunged at you.

- “What are you doing here?!” -

- “Where's my wife?!”-

- “What have you done?!”-

Each question was punctuated with a blow.

“Stop being so defensive! Attack!”

- “I should have blown your brains out a long time ago” –

“Fight!”

- “Damn aberration” –

“Fight!”

He got up from your beaten body to take out his gun.

- “I'll end your miserable life once and for all” –

“Don't you dare to leave our Omega alone!”

You kicked his crotch before he could take off the safety, the man dropped the gun in pain, but you didn't grab it. You tackled him, knocking him to the ground and threw punch after punch.

In these three months you gained weight and the work in the workshop helped you build muscle.

The man was an old Beta, and you were a healthy young Alpha.

Unlike you he could not coordinate because he was not used to being the one receiving the beating.

- “No more” – No more punches, no more kicks, no more insults, no more begging, no more pleading.

The man's movements were weak and slow

- “Never” – You would never allow him to put his hands on your Mate.

The movement ceased.

You looked at the bloody face of the man and instead of feeling guilty for killing him you felt guilty for having wasted blood.

In the end they were right…

- “Goodbye Father”-

…the blood in your veins meant nothing.

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You tied two ropes to different ceiling beams and hung the bodies, placed the buckets and proceeded to cut their necks.

You sharpened your knives while you waited, when not a drop more fell you lowered them and laid them on the floor.

*THUMP*

You proceeded to cut so you could take the pieces that Dorotthea confirmed were Cassandra's favorites.

“Omega will be happy with our gift”

Blood covered the walls, the floor, your face, your clothes and your hands.

*THUMP*

You had killed your parents.

*THUMP*

They raised you.

*THUMP*

They fed you.

*THUMP*

They punished you.

*THUMP*

They tortured you.

*THUMP*

They never defended you.

*THUMP*

They abandoned you.

*THUMP*

And you killed them.

*THUMP*

It was your decision

*SLASH*

No one forced you; no one ordered you.

*SLASH*

It was your choice

*SLASH*

You are a murderer.

*SLASH*

A traitor to humanity.

*SLASH*

They betrayed you first.

*SLASH*

They attacked you first

*SLASH*

They abandoned you first.

*SLASH*

In the castle there are people who care about you, who appreciate you and take care of you.

*SLASH*

In the castle there is your pack.

*SLASH*

In the castle there is the woman who sought you out, who chose you.

*THUMP*

Your actions are breaking you

You are falling piece by piece.

*Drip*

And from the pieces that fall you will create a Mate worthy of her.

*Drip*

But you can't help but fear that it will all be in vain and all that awaits you is another rejection.

*Drip, drip, drip*

How much longer can you keep persevering?

*Sniff*

How much longer?

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- “The Alpha is gone!” –

No…

Bela trusted you, had faith in you and this is how you repay her?

… is it her fault? Did you keep your resentment close to your chest until the opportunity to escape presented itself?

Did she ruin her little sister's chance because of her recklessness?

- “Cassandra!” - Daniela's scream brought her back to the present and she could finally notice the scent that fluttered around the room like a hurricane.

Anger and determination

Cassandra had gone from sadness and self-pity to anger.

- “Fuck this” -

How much she had missed seeing that flame.

- “Alpha is mine” - A statement that no one dared to deny.

Your fate was sealed from the moment Mother brought you, no, from the moment Cassandra trusted you in her most vulnerable state.

You belonged to Cassandra and Bela refused to fail her little sister again.

But… if Bela found you first, she would give you the chance to explain yourself and she would listen to you until the end before punching you.

She owed you after all.

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- “The Alpha is gone!” –

Daniela blinked, trying to dispel the hallucination in front of her.

Because it has to be a hallucination, you would never abandon them, you would never abandon Cassandra, the Omega you courted with fervent adoration.

… right?

But when she turned to see the stupefied faces of her family, she knew it was not an illusion.

You were gone, the moment she stopped watching you, the moment she placed her complete trust was the moment you decided to escape.

How could you live like that? They had given you their full blessing to court Cassandra and not counting the accident with Lucia they had been more than kind to you.

Didn't you love her sister?

Daniela looked at Cassandra and relief coursed through her veins as she noticed that the emptiness in her eyes had been replaced with the fury that characterized her.

Her sister stood up from Mother's lap, her scent intensifying with each passing second.

Anger and determination

The relief quickly turned to fear.

What was Cassandra going to do to you?

- "Cassandra!" - As much as your betrayal hurt, she couldn't let you die, they could still fix it, they could still convince you.

- "Fuck this" - Did she decide to end the courtship? End you? No, her sister would never give up.

- "Alpha is mine" - Cassandra growled the words, her eyes shining with the intensity of the sun itself and Daniela knew that her sister was finally in harmony with her Omega.

And they were ready to capture their escapist Alpha.

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Mother had stayed in the castle to prepare Cassandra's room.

- "You would need a comfortable collar to wear and long chains"-

See? Mother had finally accepted you, she gave you permission to be in Cassandra's room outside of her heat.

Chained, but those are minor details.

According to the information they obtained, only Olivia had seen you leave; after what happened with Lucia, all the maids avoided you, the only ones who didn't were Dorothea's pack and Relia's group; but because it was your two days off, they didn't know your whereabouts because for them you were locked in your room as you always did.

Cassandra caught your scent without difficulty and without wasting time she followed the trail until she lost it a few meters before reaching the town.

An admirable feat because Cassandra's sense of smell was the best in the pack. They decided to split up to search for the town, Cassandra would cover the north starting from your cabin, Bela would cover the south and she would patrol the surroundings.

Being the fastest she could cover the perimeter of the village in minutes and her eyesight was far superior to her sisters, even in complete darkness she could see for miles there was no way you could escape from her.

On her third lap she saw it, a figure covered in blood walking with difficulty through the forest. Focusing more she could recognize its features.

Your features.

She found you.

* “I found her” *

* “On my way” *

* “Don’t let her escape Daniela” *

In less than a minute she was standing in front of you

- “I can’t believe you did this, after everything we’ve been through together, I gave you my friendship and you spit in my face, com-

*THUMP*

You dropped the buckets you were carrying to soon vomit on a poor bush.

Oh, shit she forgot you were covered in blood.

She came over and checked you over as you continued to expel your guts.

You were covered in bruises and the occasional scrape, but you had no wounds that could cause bleeding.

The blood wasn't yours.

The smell of blood was stronger in the buckets, bending down she took the lid off one.

Blood.

Fresh blood.

Fresh man's blood.

She moved her hand to taste it, but stopped when she heard you scream and notice the threat in your scent.

-“NO!”- You had never spoken to her like that - “It's not for you”-

Your posture and your scent made it clear that if she decided to ignore your words you were going to attack her.

She slowly covered the bucket and with the same care stood up, at no time did you stop watching her.

You were alert, tense and covered in blood.

What had you done?

The sound of a swarm arriving caught the attention of both of you.

-“Who do you think you are, Little Alpha?” – Bela growled.

Cassandra would not take long to arrive.

Her sister checked you from head to toe, approached you and flicked you on the forehead with a finger.

- “Didn’t I tell you to let me know if you needed anything?”- She said, quickly taking your face and wiping it with the rag she always carried in her pocket – “Leaving the castle without permission or notice warrants punishment, what’s your excuse?”-

- “I couldn’t find you nor Greta, but I told Olivia that I would be back in two days at most, being Greta’s second in command I thought there would be no problem”- Huh, it seems that the dungeon will have a new guest.

- “What was so important that you couldn’t wait?” - Daniela had an idea and from the sidelong glance of her older sister she had also drawn her conclusions.

- “I-” – You opened your eyes and hurriedly walked away from Bela to take off the backpack you were carrying on your back.

*BUZZ*

Cassandra had finally arrived.

Both Bela and her walked away from you, however Daniela remained alert to protect you in case Cassandra’s fury was unleashed.

But Cassandra reformed silently, without screaming and without attacking, walking towards you with an indifferent face that was betrayed by the scent fluttering around her.

Anger

Despite that, the one who shortened the distance between the two of you was you.

You knelt at Cassandra's feet to place the backpack in front of you and the two buckets flanking it.

- "Omega" - Your voice was firm, but Daniela could notice the slight tremor in it, - "My behavior the previous nights was regrettable and I understand if you wish to end the courtship," - You raised your head and she was sure that in your eyes there was only that perpetual adoration - "Even so, I dare to beg for another chance and as an apology for my horrible behavior I give you sustenance from prey that I hunted with my hands" -

You opened the backpack and Daniela gulped because the wrappers were useless, only the smell gave away its contents.

Fresh meat.

Fresh human meat.

Of man and woman.

You bowed your head in reverence as you bumped your bloody and wounded fists together, a courtship posture that she had only read about in her books.

- “I promise you that you will never be cold because I will give you shelter, you will never go hungry because I will bring you food, you will never be alone because I will be by your side until the day I breathe my last breath; dear Omega, beloved Cassandra, could you forgive this pathetic Alpha?”-

Daniela bit her hand hard to silence her excited cry while with the other she shook Bela's shoulder until her sister slapped her without looking at her because just like her, she was focused on the scene in front of her.

Cassandra took one of the pieces of the backpack and when she opened it two pairs of eyes in perfect condition were in the palm of her hand, Daniela licked her lips hungrily, after all eyes are the favorite snack of the three and for which they are always competing.

Her sister took one and examined it in detail and then set her gaze on you.

- "Alpha, look at me" - You obeyed in seconds like a trained dog.

Cassandra placed the eye between her teeth and chewed it without closing her mouth, she did it slowly without looking away from you.

While Daniela could not see your face your scent revealed the disgust you felt towards the action.

Her sister took another and repeated the process, always staring at you.

Despite your clear displeasure you did not look away for even a second.

When you finished Cassandra smiled and that was enough for your displeasure to be replaced by pure and absolute euphoria.

Her sister's smile faded, and she leaned down to held your face, her gloved hands stained with the blood from her snack but you didn't seem to care as a content rumble came from your chest.

- "Did you leave the castle just to hunt?" –

- "Yes, I used my two days off and told Olivia I'd be back before nightfall on the second day." –

- "Why didn't you look for Greta to inform her directly?" –

- "I looked for her, but I didn't find her neither I find B-" You flinched and hissed in pain before continuing – "L-Lady Bela and I didn't want to waste any more time."

- "Why in such a hurry?" –

- "I've made you wait too long." –

Cassandra brought her face closer to yours and her whisper was clear to her superior ears.

- "I think the same." –

And she kissed you.

Cassandra, out of her Heat, totally in control of her actions, kissed you.

SHE KISSED YOU.

Daniela screamed without a voice and proceeded to do three backflips before kneeling and raising her hands to the sky.

- “Praise the Dark God”- She whispered with all the gratitude and happiness her body could generate.

[rollinouttahere-writes-misc]

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Mr. Silvair x Reader

4.2k words

Summary: After finding yourself damned to being trapped in a terrifying ghost building, you do your best to adapt to it. The only thing you refuse to adapt to is the local cuisine, but how much longer can you truly avoid that? Reader is not the MC, and this does not take place during the time of the game.

Warnings: gore, violence, forced cannibalism, mind break/loss of self

The otherworld language is depicted bold and crossed out like this.

It’s good to be honest with yourself. There’s nothing to gain from deluding yourself into believing things that aren’t true, which is why you’re quick to admit that you are a coward. It saved you from plenty of situations and kept you from feeling the need to put on any sort of false bravado. 

For the most part, this was a flaw that you had come to accept. It wasn’t until recently that you wished you were at least a bit more courageous. If you had only braved out the heavy rain and lightning and kept walking home, you never would have tried to take cover in what you had thought was the lobby of an apartment complex. If you were less of a scaredy cat, you wouldn’t have dashed deeper into the building all because you saw an ominous looking man with an umbrella standing at the end of the hallway you had just walked down. 

But you did, and now you’re stuck suffering the consequences of that for the foreseeable future. Possibly for eternity. You were still unclear as to how the rules of this strange dimension worked. Honestly, you weren’t sure if there even were rules. Maybe this place was functioning off of wonderland-type logic where everything goes and nothing is consistent. You didn’t understand, but it would seem that you’re going to have plenty of time to at least try to.

Shortly after finding yourself lost here, you had made a terrifying discovery upon opening a door and finding a severed head dangling from a hook by its hair. You screamed out of shock, only to then scream louder when the head screamed back. 

Fortunately for the head, rather than running, you completely froze up. That gave him the chance to start talking. While you couldn’t understand a single thing coming out of his mouth, there was something about the obvious distress on his face that made you feel a pang of sympathy for him despite your abject terror.

Sure, you couldn’t understand whatever strange language he was speaking, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he wanted help. There was a bit of hesitation on your part. Picking up a living severed head was far from appealing… but you couldn’t just leave him hanging there. If you were in a similar situation, you would want someone to help you. So, you unhooked his hair and held his head that was mercifully at least not leaking blood or other bodily fluids.

The period right after rescuing him was extremely confusing. He kept speaking to you like you could understand him, but it really wasn’t helpful. You had no idea what he was trying to convey and just started wandering aimlessly, figuring it was in everyone’s best interest to get away from the room you found the head in before whoever did that could come back.

Eventually, you were at least able to establish what “yes” and “no” sounded like. Trying to turn down some hallways or open certain doors would result in an outburst from the head, who you eventually started referring to as Mr. Chopped, while others elicited a much more positive and encouraging reaction. Where he was leading you was a mystery, but you felt safe in assuming that a defenseless head wouldn’t lead you into danger. If you get incapacitated or worse, he’s going to be completely on his own again.

His reaction when you came upon a staircase with an ominous door at the bottom was particularly enthusiastic. You could only assume that this place was his end goal, though you weren’t sure what would be waiting at the other side of the door. Would you find an empty room that he just so happened to like staying in? A headless body that he would expect you to reattach him to? A friend? 

Was he leading you into a trap?

You didn’t know, but you chose to trust him as you slowly made your way down the stairs and towards the door with the creepy flickering light above it. After taking a steadying breath, you forced open the heavy door and stepped inside. Despite the eerie build up, you found the room to look shockingly normal. It was very bare bones, but seeing a relatively clean and furnished room was downright comforting after running around those barren, dilapidated halls for so long.

But then you heard footsteps and looked to the side only to find an absolutely massive man looming over you. Naturally, you screamed at the top of your lungs and tried to bolt back out the door, but he blocked it and grabbed your free arm to keep you in place. You thought for sure that you were about to die, but then Mr. Chopped started excitedly conversing with the man. Yet again, you were left completely in the dark about what was being said. All that you could do was stare at the tall man like a deer in headlights. You didn’t think it was possible for a person to be that tall, but then again, the head in your arms shouldn’t be alive either.

Once the silver haired man, who you dubbed Mr. Silvair, realized that you couldn’t understand their language, he guided you to sit down in what appeared to be a living room and started teaching you what various things were called. While you were absolutely still intimidated, it was hard to feel completely terrified of someone who was taking time out of his day to educate you. If he wanted to hurt you, he most certainly could have already. That, and what was the point of teaching you words if he was just going to kill you after?

While you still felt a little uneasy given the current situation, you felt like you were at least safe in this room and with these people.

… but then you went into his “research room”.

The horror you felt when you saw the contents of the room was indescribable. There was a blood stained operating table, a chair with restraints, a whole litany of tools that could rip you to shreds, and there were even hooks dangling from the ceiling. When the door behind you opened, you were rooted to your spot. That was it, you were sure of it. Mr. Silvair lulled you into a false sense of security just so he could lure you back here and do god know what to you.

Rather than forcing you into the chair like you had assumed, he simply entered the room and started tapping the things in there while slowly enunciating their names. Despite the absence of aggression, you couldn’t help but still be terrified. None of the words he was teaching you were being absorbed. All that your mind could focus on was trying to figure out how to escape with your life.

As soon as he finished telling you the names of the objects in the room, you bowed your head as a show of thanks- because you were NOT about to be rude to someone with a whole ass torture room at his disposal- and promptly excused yourself. You power walked out of the room and through the living area, not even sparing a second to look around for Mr. Chopped. He wanted to come here, so you figure that he’ll be fine. It’s not like he had much to him to torture anyway.

You were taking the steps two at a time when the main door opened behind you. Once again, your life flashed before your eyes and you were positive that this time he was actually going to kill you. You should have ran, but you froze just like you always do. All you could do was slowly look over your shoulder at Mr. Silvair’s figure. Much to your surprise, he was remaining by the door and was empty-handed. Rather than lunging at you, he simply waved and said a word that you guessed may have meant “goodbye”. You echoed the word back to him with a trembling voice, then promptly hurried up the stairs before he could change his mind and drag you back down.

However, your freedom from that room would be extremely short lived. Not even five minutes later, you found yourself walking down a dimly lit hall when you saw something at the end of it. You weren’t sure what you were looking at at first, thinking that maybe it was a pile of fabric or something. But then it moved. You froze again as the creature inched towards you until it was properly illuminated. 

It was a man with long, dark hair that covered his face, and he was crawling at you on all fours. He raised his head slightly as if he had just noticed you, which made you flinch. Then a wide grin split across his face and he let out a high pitched giggle before crawling towards you faster.

Naturally, seeing an ominous looking man speed-crawling at you was absolutely terrifying, so you sprinted away from him screaming and crying and ran all the way back to where you had just come from. You didn’t exactly trust Mr. Silvair, but at least he didn’t crawl at you like some sort of sleep paralysis demon.

When you burst back into the room that you’re assuming to be his home, borderline hysteric, you weren’t sure what you were expecting to happen. He had every right to be annoyed by your presence and throw your sorry ass out, or worse. Much to your surprise, neither Mr. Silvair nor Mr. Chopped appeared to be upset by your intrusion. If the quiet chuckles coming from Silvair were anything to go off of, they were amused by your terror more than anything.

Most shocking of all, they let you stay. Even now, after all this time, you couldn’t believe they let you in so easily, but they did. Sure, there were some strings attached, but it felt more than worth it to have the protection and safety of having someone like Mr. Silvair around. You learned quickly that the other residents of this strange world did their best to not get on his bad side. Or intrigue him too much and end up in his research room. Ignoring the screams was difficult at times… but better them than you. All that he ever asked for from you were blood draws and periodic examinations, both things that you could live with providing.

The main way that you earned your keep around here was by helping Mr. Chopped. Mostly by taking him wherever he wanted to go; which became much easier thanks to Mr. Silvair teaching you the words for directions. It was scary at first, venturing out into the unknown with nothing but your own wit to protect you, but you forced yourself to power through it lest you risk being deemed no longer useful and thrown out on your own.

As nerve wracking as your excursions were, they weren’t all bad. As you slowly met more and more of the residents down here, you learned that not all of them were bad. The hairdresser was one of the people you saw the most often since Mr. Chopped was very particular about his hair. While you wouldn’t exactly consider her a friend, you weren’t scared of her either. Unlike most of the stylists you’ve met before this, she really wasn’t much for conversation, but at least she wasn’t hostile.

And then there was the extremely unlikely friend you made in the form of Mr. Crawling, the man that had sent you running the first time you saw him. In hindsight, your reaction to him felt ridiculous. While he was scary to look at, you came to realize that he was possibly the nicest person here. You didn’t always see him when you went out with Mr. Chopped, but when you did encounter him, he would take the time to accompany you two to wherever you were going and keep the less than friendly residents away from you. He was easily the person you were closest to next to the ones you lived with.

All of that brought you to where you are today. You don’t know how long you’ve been down here- the concept of time didn’t even seem to be a thing in this place- but if you had to make a guess, you would think it’s been around three months. A lot has happened in these “months”. You’ve learned quite a bit of the mercifully simplistic language, established positive relationships with some of the spirits here, and… you’ve changed. Physically.

When your skin tone became ashy, you thought it was an issue with the piss poor lighting in this damned building or the effects of a vitamin D deficiency. But even when there was genuinely decent light, your skin color was completely off to a very unnatural extent. Your hair went through a similar transformation. Like with your skin, you didn’t think much of it at first. Given the stress you’re under, it wasn’t weird that you were getting gray hairs. But it changed so quickly that you doubted it was just the stress getting to you.

Then you found that you could reach things that you previously couldn’t. When you mentioned this oddity to Mr. Silvair, he very nonchalantly confirmed that you had grown taller, saying it as if this was completely normal and like he was surprised that you hadn’t already noticed it. It was impossible to ignore by that point. Your body was changing. You were evolving into a new form, one similar to that of the other people here.

That, and you didn’t miss the fact that everyone here had stopped referring to you with the word human. Now they just call you you. 

You weren’t happy with this development by any means. You didn’t want to be trapped here forever. You had been holding out hope from day one that you would stumble upon an exit while walking around with Mr. Chopped, but you never did. And now you don’t think you ever will. This was your existence now, and you were trying to force yourself to accept it. But there was one thing you refused to adapt to.

The food.

Much to your horror, the only thing the people here ate was flesh. Human flesh, ideally. Though you have also witnessed residents attacking and cannibalizing each other at times. There weren’t any grocery stores down here, and you haven’t really had any luck scavenging for normal food. The most that you’ve found up to this point has been the rare piece of hard candy, though they always tasted gross and stale.

Mr. Silvair has offered you flesh before. After he was done experimenting on his latest victim, he would carve up whatever was left of them and divy up the meat between himself and Mr. Chopped. He also tried to give some to you, but you’ve always refused his offers, though they were getting more and more insistent as time went on. You could tell that he was starting to get annoyed with your stubbornness, and you couldn’t blame him. You weren’t oblivious to the state you were in.

Yet another unclear aspect to this world- or more specifically, its residents- was how the need for sustenance worked. Even in the early days, you noticed how your body reacted to not getting food. Or, more accurately, the lack of a reaction. There was an underlying feeling of hunger there, but it felt much more muted than you know it should be. You should be starving. The gnawing hunger pains should be ripping you apart, but there was none of that. The most prominent symptom of your unintentional hunger strike was exhaustion. You were lethargic more than anything, and it was getting harder and harder to cope with it, but you refused to cave. This was a line that you weren’t willing to cross. This was your last remaining bastion of humanity, and you couldn’t live with losing it.

Just today, you had to go chasing after Mr. Chopped thanks to that damned kid running off with him again. You understood that they were a child and likely have suffered a lot just by being here, but in your current state, you genuinely couldn’t tolerate their bullshit anymore. You were in a perpetual state of being hangry, and you don’t think it’s going to be much longer before you snap and dropkick that little shit down a flight of stairs. But, lucky for them, they disappeared before you could make today the day.

By the time you trekked back home, you were dead on your feet. You all but collapsed onto the couch and curled up on it with Mr. Chopped nestled between you and the back of the couch in hopes that it would make it harder for that kid to run off with him again. Mr. Chopped asked repeatedly if you were okay, but you were too out of it to give him anything more than one word responses, and you fell asleep not long after laying down.

There was no way of knowing how long you were asleep for. When you awoke, it was to the sensation of something cold on your neck. You pry your eyes open blearily and look over your shoulder to see Mr. Silvair looming over you. Your eyes follow his arm and you realize that the coldness is coming from his fingers on your pulsepoint. You dropped your head back down and relaxed again. He was just doing his usual examination of you. The transformation you were going through seemed to greatly interest him, and he’d begun doing this more often as a result. You don’t mind. You’re just glad that he’s letting you stay on the couch rather than making you get up and go into his research room.

Just as you’re about to fall back to sleep, he speaks quietly, “you not healthy.”

Ah. This conversation again. You sigh softly and keep your eyes closed, “sorry.” The word is hushed and croaked out. Even the simple act of speaking felt like a herculean task. 

Mr. Silvair sighs as well, then pulls his hand away and stands up, “rest.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Within seconds, you had slipped back into a peaceful slumber. The next time that you woke, it was again from a feeling of discomfort. You were no longer on the soft, albeit lumpy, couch, and you could feel something cold on both your wrists. You groan quietly as you open your eyes and look down to assess what’s going on. It takes a few moments for your foggy mind to process what it’s looking at, but when it does…

What you see makes your blood run cold.

You’re shackled to a chair. Not just any chair. This is the one in the research room.

Adrenaline courses through your veins, making you more alert than you have been in a long time. Your head snaps up and you look around, confirming your worst fears. You’re in Mr. Silvair’s research room, and this time it definitely wasn’t for a simple exam. Tears sting at your eyes as the implications of your situation hit you all at once. It finally happened. He’s grown sick of you, and now he’s going to get out of you whatever is left that he wants. And then he’ll kill you.

The door opens, forcing you to whip your head around to see who came in. It was exactly who you thought it would be. Mr. Silvair enters, his head not even turning to face you. He stops in front of you and sets a bucket that you hadn’t even noticed he was carrying until now onto the table.

Panic fills your mind as you scramble to find the right words to convince him not to do this, “please research not me!”

Mr. Silvair regards you for a moment, then smiles at you. It brings you no comfort, of course, and you flinch when he reaches out and pats your head. He speaks in a calm voice, “not research. not now.”

You stare at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to elaborate. You didn’t understand what he was getting at. If he wasn’t going to experiment on you, then why were you restrained? You didn’t understand. You thought… You thought that everything was okay. That you were all friends. And now he’s turning on you like this out of nowhere?!

He firmly grabs your chin and forces you to look at him as he kneels down to be closer to eye level with you. He speaks slowly, seemingly wanting to make sure that you understand every word, “you not eat, you die.”

No… He wouldn’t…

“we not want you dead.” Mr. Silvair stands up and reaches into the bucket. “me take care you.” You can hear his hand close around something wet and malleable, then he pulls it out. A small portion of human flesh is in his hand. Organ meat from the looks of it.

All rationality leaves your mind in an instant. Your frantic mind can’t even begin to try and translate your thoughts into words that Silvair would understand. A flurry of words spews out, “Wait, wait, wait! You don’t have to do this! Please don’t do this! You can’t do this to me! I’m begging you!”

The words are unintelligible to him and obviously have no effect. Rather than engaging with you, he brings the “food” to your mouth. That shuts you up. You clamp your mouth shut, clenching your teeth and pressing your lips together as hard as you can. Wet, viscous flesh rubs against your lips as Silvair attempts to force you to consume it. You hold your breath in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from gagging, which you’re certain you will if you smell it.

After a few more seconds, Mr. Silvair pulls his hand away with a huff. The meat is tossed back into the bucket as he returns to his full height and goes over to his medicine cabinet. You couldn’t be bothered to pay much mind to what he was doing. Instead, you frantically wiped your mouth off on your shoulder, desperate to not let even a drop of blood find its way onto your tongue.

A sob rips out of your throat as the betrayal stabs you through the heart. You never thought that Mr. Silvair would try to force this on you. You thought that he respected you enough to not make you do something that you don’t want to do, but apparently you’re a poor judge of character on top of being a coward. You try in vain to pull your arms and legs free from their restraints, but they hold strong. 

Mr. Silvair comes back to you, this time holding a syringe. His free hand grabs your face and presses it back against the chair, effectively holding you in place. You tried to squirm free, but he was far stronger than you. You can’t even plead with him to stop because his hand is over your mouth and muffling your words. One of your eyes can still see what’s going on through his fingers, but all you can do is watch helplessly as the needle is pressed into your neck and you’re injected with whatever was inside.

The drug is fast acting, and you find your muscles growing limp within seconds. Your mind remains sharp despite this, so you’re guessing that he injected you with some sort of muscle relaxer to keep you from fighting him. You try to force yourself to move, but your muscles aren’t responding the way you want them to. While you aren’t completely paralyzed, your limbs feel impossibly heavy. It takes everything you have just to curl your fingers.

A pathetic whimper leaves your throat as Mr. Silvair repositions his hand to be cradling your jaw. With a light squeeze, he forces your mouth open. All you can do is stare as he grabs the piece of previously refused meat again and brings it to your lips. You want to clamp your mouth shut. You want to stop this more than anything, but you can’t.

As the flesh passes the threshold of your mouth, the first thing that strikes you is how cold it is. You had assumed that it would be warm, but you suppose that any natural body heat it had once possessed had long since dissipated. Cooled, partially coagulated blood flows into your mouth, coating your tongue and running down your throat.

You should be retching and gagging. This should be the single most revolting experience of your life. But… But…

It tastes so good. It’s delectable. This raw, cold slab of organ meat tastes better than any fine dining dish or lovingly crafted home cooked meal could ever hope to. It’s so good. You want more. You need more.

more more more more mORE MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE-

Mr. Silvair begins to withdraw his hand as he sees you eagerly swallow the food, but the movement catches your attention. Before you can even think, you lunge forward, biting down onto his hand and easily severing multiple fingers.

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[jayzioxx]

Cuz i cant sleep... some slight angst following up this and this fic isn't the follow up from the poll im just sleep deprived and sad

Also WARNINGGG ooc soft emotionally ✨️mature✨️ wanderer~

Wanderer who tries to atone for his past sins realized how much he's broken [name] throughout the years. [Name] who was undeniably loyal and trustworthy, [name] who nearly gave his life away to help him reach godhood.

"You..." Wanderer muttered as he looked at [name] who was fast asleep on the sofa in his living room. He wondered if he should bring a blanket to cover that scrawny, malnourished body resting so peacefully, but he couldn't take his eyes off the bruises, cuts, and old battle scars littering the skin of those once strong limbs.

"Idiot. Nothing would have changed even if you died for me." He thought. And he was so glad that didn't happen. He couldn't have lived with himself if he caused pain for another he loved.

Wanderer's cold fingers traced around a healing wounds on [name]'s face, which was one of the many he'd gained during his final battle fought as the right-hand man of a fatui harbinger, likely from when he foolishly intercepted the rough attacks from the traveler just to buy some more time for Scaramouche.

Wanderer absentmindedly continued to carass his scarred skin, not noticing how [name] was waking from his afternoon nap.

"Sorry." He croaked, bringing a thin hand up to rub his tired eyes. "It was warm. I didn't mean to fall asleep here."

Wanderer felt a pang through his heart (despite not having one). He'd gained a lot of emotions and grew to feel things during the months he spent under Nahida and at the akademia, but [name] had only spent 3 days in this new setting after roaming around homeless for so long.

Wanderer didn't realize how lucky he was in that aspect, for being given a chance to overcome his past when his counterpart was suffering the entire time.

"Lord Scaramou- Forgi- Sorry, Wanderer." [Name] spoke, stuttering to correct his words as he was still struggling to adapt to his new life. "You were zoning out."

He was. He only noticed how much he had been thinking over things when [name] pointed it out.

[Name] was still laying on his side on the sofa with Wanderer's hand on his cheek, staring at Wanderer's face with his sleepy eyes.

The puppet moved his hand from [name]'s face to his back to gently help him sit up. Truth be told, Wanderer was scared. The man in front of him was far too thin and far too weak. Almost to the point he would fracture at a light breeze.

Without a word, Wanderer got up and went to make some tea, and the other sat perfectly still, eyes unmoving, not even turning his head. He almost seemed like a porcelain doll.

When Wanderer got back, [name] sat in the same position he had been, faced the same direction, with only his eyes following the one who had just come back from the kitched and placed a warm cup of tea in his hands.

"He's like a doll." Thought Wanderer, which only made him feel more upset. He knew he shouldn't be frustrated, that he was the one responsible, but he just wished that [name] would at least move his head a bit more, or maybe shift in his seat. Act a bit more alive.

Or, at the very least, not act like he was living dead.

"Hey." Wanderer said, carefully choosing his words and speaking as gently as he could. [Name] had a slightly uncomfortable look on his face, seemingly confused with how to respond.

"You can respond however you'd like to. Or dont if you don't feel like it." Wanderer spoke softly, noting [name]'s discomfort. [Name] just smiled, a bit relieved. He found it a bit strange to see Scaramouche so... kind.

"I'm not Scaramouche." Wanderer said. He looked apologetic.

"I won't be either." He felt like his words didn't get through to [name], but the sunken look on [name]'s face told him how much impact his words had.

"I'm sorry." He finally apologized. He didn't exactly understand why he was apologizing, all he knew was that there was a lot to say sorry for.

"If you're not him, then why are you apologizing."

[Name]'s words stung like salt on a fresh wound.

"Because I stopped being him without considering you."

Wanderer couldn't stop the bitter tears falling from the other's eyes. He seemed to have a knack for making him cry. Scaramouche's strongest general and the broken human marionette wanderer picked up.

"I'm sorry for how I used you."

...

"I'm sorry for how it broke you."

...

"I'm-" Wanderer choked."...I'm sorry for not telling you I loved you when it mattered the most."

He wasn't crying. He had much better control over his feelings than [name]. But being unable to stop [name]'s tears made him feel as helpless as he felt when he was first abandoned.

The tea had become cold and untouched, and Wanderer gently took the teacup from the other one's hands and placed it aside, engulfing him in as warm a hug he could provide. [Name] too allowed his skinny frame to be held as he quietly sniffled.

For the first time in a long, long time, both Wanderer and [name] felt as normal and human as the rest.

Meanwhile nahida accidentally spying on then through whatever weird magic she's got crying her eyes out with kaveh who's crying cuz he saw nahida crying so now the two of them dont know why the other is crying and they're crying togerther because of that.

Al haitham in the back wondering what the 🦆is going on...

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?

(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?

That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!

In fact, I love OffGun.

I love food based BL.

I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging". 

But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.

1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long. 

Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.

Quick pitch?

From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.

I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.

So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."

If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)

Quick pitch:

This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10

Trigger warning for suicide depicted.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs. 

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.

On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.

But also... YAY KISSES!

(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?

My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background). 

It's Done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.

It's Airing But...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.

One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)

Cooking Crush

City of Stars

Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.

Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?

And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.

SIGH. what a lovely show.

And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.

And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.

(All Love for Love's Sake).

(Last week)

[kitconnor]

2025 predictions:

- paul mescal comes out as bi and gracie abrams does not like this

- jd vance either suspiciously disappears or suspiciously dies. elon takes his place

- they try to sell tumblr but it doesn’t work because no one wants to buy it for the price they ask

- american class revolution (about time)

- sabrina carpenter and marcello hernandez dating rumours

- chappell roan drops her new album with no warning

- lorde releases an album before june and it’s a cross between pure heroine and melodrama. new era of angst ushered in

- drake releases another song in response to kendrick a year after his beef with him. it flops

- drake then starts an only fans

- stranger things press tour ends in tears. and not because it’s ending

- colleen hoover also gets sued in the baldoni-blakely case

- prince charles cancer is terminal and it’s a matter of time before he dies

- joe biden is immediately in a hospice after he leaves office

- another assassination attempt on trump, more successful than other attempts but he doesn’t die

- doechii goes big, similar to how chappell did, despite already having a solid career

- tiktok doesn’t get banned in the us but then trump changes his mind and bans it anyway. american youth left in despair

- someone tries to break luigi mangione free to avoid him going to trial. semi successful

- lana del rey is pregnant with twins

- pjo press tour also goes shit and someone in the main cast gets fired because of it

- another disney live action casting goes downhill, leaving the actress without defense from disney against online trolls

- kylie and timothee have a baby (unplanned)

- doja new pop album. goes absolutely viral and she hates it

- billie eilish hard launches with a girl (finally)

- ariana grande gets engaged to ethan slater. she then gets cancelled for it

- sweat tour returns but they only do every part of europe and no where else

- chatgpt gains awareness in a new update

- nasa finds more about the planet that sent out the radio signal and has artificial lights that indicate almost certainty of life (i forgot the planet name)

- major natural disaster in asia, killing thousands

- one of these pairs - rachel zegler and tom blyth or corey mylchreest and india amarteifio - are found to be dating after the press tour speculations

- dua lipa is engaged to callum turner and has the 2020s version of ariana’s wedding. breaks the internet and becomes most liked ig post but mainly because it’s really aesthetic

- hailee steinfeld is pregnant

- shameik moore absolutely crashes out and gets fired from spiderverse.

- online campaign then calls for reed shannon to replace shameik and it works

- a book adaptation for something iconic released from around 2012-2014 is announced and actually gets to go ahead with great anticipation

-tom and zendaya are engaged. small chance (5%) they also have a baby (it's zendaya's off year for press i think)

[lilac-rose-writes]

do you guys ever think about how penny clings to her memories of innocence and childhood pre-accident to cope and finds so much comfort in simply acting her age, but she's withheld from doing so by her mother for so long that she physically cannot take it anymore, and the moment she breaks free from that, her life is cut so short that she's never able to grow and move past the childhood she lost? :)

there's a potential parallel to be called on with cindy here too. cindy also has the doll for a while, and we see that playing house is one of her favourite games. however, where penny is stripped of the chance to act like a child, cindy takes a child's game and integrates elements of adulthood into it. cindy wants to be mature, and to feel powerful. she likes to be a danger so she carries a knife, she copies the adults around her and tries to get on their level. penny just wants to feel safe. the doll could be some sort of metaphor for protecting their inner child. despite her own experiences, cindy treats her 'daughter' like a kid. penny 'plays' with the doll in a way that's undeniably innocent. but the world they live in doesn't give them time to act like kids, no matter how much they want to.

neither of them get to keep the doll, and if they hold onto it too long they get hurt- which could be representative of how acting their age is quite literally dangerous, and they have no way of holding onto that innocence without being injured or killed.

also- cindy's constant switching of boyfriends correlates with the impermanence of her other experiences. her dad stays and leaves and comes back again. her mom has boyfriend after boyfriend after boyfriend. biscuit's there and then she isn't. same goes for billy, then later for lily in kg2. she goes from school to school to school.

cindy adapts quickly, and doesn't linger on what's gone. she won't date the same person twice. however, there are elements of her life which stay steadfast because she forces them to. cindy doesn't want to be a vegan, but she doesn't give up the diet. nobody tells her to, but she bullies lily every chance she gets. she wears the same hairstyle every day. she clings to biscuit's disappearance because biscuit was hers and biscuit cared.

cindy never lets herself form a close bond with anyone, because the moment she does, they seem to disappear. it's easier to impress the boy of the day and drive away any attempted friendships than it is to deal with another loss, so that's what she does. cindy likes to pretend she has a family. the dolls can't run away. cindy likes to feel wanted, and to feel loved. even the victory of having a boyfriend listen to her is enough for her to feel a little more in control of her life. she's lonely, and refuses to let herself be anything but.

penny, however, wants friends. she tries to make them at every chance she gets, stashing bracelets in her pockets and offering a smile at every chance she gets. penny longs for a connection, to find someone who likes being around her. the other kids think it strange that she's so chirpy, so even aside from the android aspect, she's considered an outcase.

i think that the contrast between cindy being "popular" because she's mean to people and penny being a "weirdo" because she's nice is especially interesting considering that neither of their strategies actually work.

the accident caused by her mother prevents penny from having any chance at a normal childhood, and the subsequent roboticisation of her body makes her a threat to them. she wants to retain her innocence and have friends, but she can't because of outside influences.

cindy actively tries to get people to leave her be, only interested in the company of her latest boyfriend. buggs let himself get attached to her, but cindy refuses to entertain him for long. she's afraid of forming those sort of bonds, so doesn't want to.

penny's forced to shoot, cindy wields her own knife. both of them are alone.

cindy seeks stability and money in her relationship with felix, and he views her as a good investment for applesoft. both of them are mimicking their parents and putting their core beliefs into action. felix prioritises the company and familial expectations over his own desires, and cindy won't let herself form a connection until she's certain it'll last. felix seems like the epitome of stability. he's a billionaire, he likes her back, and he reciprocates her nicknames and sappiness.

penny doesn't mind who connects with her. when kid does, she's overjoyed. but even that still gets her hurt. if the female principal catches kid in the hallway, she says it's suspicious that he's been hanging out with penny, and has him sent to the principal's office. penny is forced to kill her only friend. and if the mission lasts until the end of the day, she's killed by the magnet kid fixed. there's no way for her to win.penny hurts people who get close to her. she's a minion for the person she loves most; her mother sees her as a weapon, so that's what she's made to be, regardless of her own feelings. cindy kills the janitor out of grieving rage after finding out he killed biscuit (biscuit, who meant more to her than any person could). she stabs kid when he doesn't play along, and sends him to the principal when she's mad at him. cindy doesn't care about getting others hurt, and will gladly do so if it means she's left to her own devices or gives her a way to enact vengeance on those who've forced her to be so alone.

neither of them can act their age, because doing so simply isn't safe enough. thank you for coming to my ted talk xx

[leiflitter]

Nosferatu Spoilers, you have been warned!

Having watched Nosferatu yesterday and having time to ruminate on it, I think one of the most interesting themes in the film is about agency.

Nosferatu is an adaptation of Dracula, and I haven't seen the original film, but Eggers' adaptation does a canny little reversal.

In Dracula, the agency- as is expected, from something published in 1897- primarily is the remit of men. Mina is initially the facilitator behind the hunt for Dracula, but is targeted by him and becomes a vampire guinea pig for Van Helsing, enabling Dracula's defeat but not as an active participant. She isn't in the group; it's the traditional man-with-torch-and-stake, triumphantly saving the innocent from the curse of the vampire.

In Nosferatu, the men- on the whole- have no agency. They've given it up, traded it to be part of a wider system.

Thomas gives up his agency when he leaves his new bride for a job. One he's apprehensive about, but soon becomes his chance to live up to the expectations of manhood. Expectations that are illustrated by...

Frederick, who is- as he says- a ship man. He has given his agency to industry and rationality, been rewarded with wealth and a house full of love... But he cannot suspend his disbelief to potentially save them.

Anna, as befits a woman of that time, has given her agency to her husband.

Herr Knock has given himself over to Count Orlok, expecting something in return. Eternal life, maybe, or power, but when he finally kneels at the feet of his new god he is dismissed. Thrown aside.

Doctor Sievers is less affected. He has an open mind- he has clearly learned a lesson from his allegiance with Von Franz, which is...

If you give your agency to something else, you do not guarantee it will treat you kindly.

Von Franz was once a highly regarded, learned man, but his obsession with the occult led to him being cast aside. He is discredited, living far below his station, and yet he is the most effective. His studies are fuelled by passion- he is, ultimately, the true definition of a scholar. He gains nothing from his work save his own satisfaction.

And this is why Von Franz is the only one who can understand Ellen, and he gives her the power to make her own choice.

Ellen, initially, is without agency.

In the first sequence, she is lifted and moved like a doll, her pleas for comfort and companionship corrupted.

Her husband makes decisions that are "for the good of their marriage," yet does not consult her.

She is put into the care of Frederick and Anna, despite not wanting Thomas to leave, and while she loves her friend... Anna coddles her, and Frederick indulges Anna. They do not take her seriously.

When Ellen begins sleepwalking and having fits, Frederick- following medical advice- binds her and has her drugged. Her agency has been given to him by Thomas as if she were a pet, rather than a person.

Von Franz' first meeting with her is a clear demonstration of how different he is to those around Ellen.

He has her untied. He talks to her. He takes her seriously.

Even in the scene where he speaks to her while she is in the trance state, he does not treat her as a delicate little kitten who needs a firm hand and more ether. That needle through her wrist was proof beyond a doubt that Ellen wasn't faking or in the grip of some fit of nerves, and Von Franz did it without hesitating. He respects Ellen from the get-go and has genuine sympathy for her.

Through Von Franz, Ellen is given agency, although she isn't sure how to use it at first. She tries standing up to Orlok, but that doesn't work- he is merciless, and shows that he will simply hurt those she loves. He, too, gave up his agency to become what he is now- and he is bound to Ellen, and expects her to give her agency to him...

But their bond goes both ways. She called him, he answered. She cannot deny him without harming those around her, but he equally cannot refuse her.

Ellen knows this. She is the only one who Orlok speaks to, reveals things to- Knock is little more than another rat to him, just a more useful one. She has told Von Franz of her childhood and her visions, and he believes her, and he sees the potential in her... And he is the one who, once again, frees her by distracting Thomas and encouraging her. He acknowledges her power, and he takes Thomas' agency with the false vampire hunt... To allow Ellen to make her choice.

Thomas loves Ellen, and Ellen loves him, but Thomas cannot allow Ellen agency. He wants her safe, but cannot understand that there is no safety. He means well, but he expects what most expect from a vampire story- good to prevail and a happy ever after. He would sacrifice the world for her, but cannot see that it would do no good. Both Ellen and Von Franz know this cannot happen, but they protect him from it- the way Thomas tries to protect Ellen from the harshness of the world. Von Franz lets Thomas believe he can be a hero until it's no longer possible, so Ellen can do what must be done.

Ellen is the trolley problem, but she's tied to the tracks and is also the one by the lever. She knows the men around her, and how they think that all their problems can be solved if they gather their pitchforks and torches, but that is because they have given themselves up to science and rationality and a belief that good will prevail if it just hits evil hard enough.

Ellen, however, understands the nature of sacrifice, because she has been at the mercy of others for her whole life. Her father. Orlok. Her beloved Thomas. And is sacrificed again, one last time, but it is her choice. She offers herself willingly to the darkness she once invited to ease her loneliness, and she sees it through til dawn. And yes- it was under duress. Orlok was holding both her loved ones and an entire city hostage with his powers. She had a time limit and had already seen her best friend and her best friend's children destroyed. But that doesn't lessen her bravery or agency.

She could have tried to escape, even though she knew it would be hopeless. She could have denied Orlok and watched the world burn around her.

Instead, Ellen chose to pull the lever.

[shveris]

collage au with toji, sukuna and satoru living together and it’s surprisingly clean and well kept.

mention of emotional & physical abuse from family members and trauma

toji is the most messy out of the three but sukuna hates dirt so when he finds it he cleans it. satoru is a perfectionist who grew up in a tidy mansion so he always has the need and urge to keep his new environment just as clean — he feels very uncomfortable and restless otherwise.

they fuck around once in a while (yes, literal fucking) but it’s mainly because none of them have the actual mental to have proper relationships and despite satoru’s very extroverted behaviour, he actually hates touching people. he thinks they’re dirty, unsanitary, because he doesn’t know how they live and what their hands and clothes have been touching.

sukuna is clean though, he knows because he regularly buys those very expensive bodywashes and puts all their underwear into another cycle just after the first one is done.

toji is clean since he is kinda trained to adapt to his environment. he eventually even stops punching sukuna when he tries to put lotion on his very dry face after a scorching hot shower and he starts washing his hands when he comes home.

they don’t talk about how all of them have sex with each other at least twice a week — trice, if there’s exam stress — and usually the apartment is filled with bickering.

“six, you told me you’d send me that fucking report an hour ago.” satoru just stares at toji in his doorway and clicks his tongue because, yes, he completely forgot.

“have some fucking manners, dude”, he snaps back but sends him the report. they got thrown into this group project for three months with this emo named choso and a guy named ino, not that any of them gave a fuck. they were just laughing at sukuna because he was stuck with four women staring down at him.

there’re also regular outbursts of sukuna throwing items around — at satoru and toji as well — because he feels threatened. by what? they don’t know. they don’t ask. they just go with it and make a game out of it.

“if one of you hits my face i will actually chop your dicks off” is usually what satoru enters the living room with but when the tv remote slams into his jaw ten minutes later, he can’t help but laugh menacingly and throws himself onto the culprit elbow first.

their evenings are filled with study sessions (sukuna and satoru take their academics very serious and toji is just sitting there because he enjoys watching their facial expressions contort into frustrated confusion), playing video games, sex, uno that almost always ends up with sukuna and toji trying to kill each other, bad horror movies that make sukuna hungry, and some times they’re actually peacefully talking with each other until satoru falls asleep.

almost everyone on campus thinks they are dating and neither of them have an issue with that rumor (“it keeps the weird chicks away” sukuna had said and toji rolled his eyes). they don’t even act like couples, more like competitive boxers with too much testosterone (shoko’s words).

even with sukuna’s constant berates, insults and slurs, he loves cooking and always looks for a chance to brag about it to satoru.

“i bet your private chefs at home ain’t shit in comparison to me” or “the michelin chefs your parents are friends with can only wish to be at my level” or “this is my first time cooking this recipe and i fucking rocked it”

toji doesn’t mind at all, he loves all kinds of food, he’s the opposite of picky. whenever there’s something on satoru’s plate that he doesn’t like, he gives it to toji who will happily eat it for him.

sukuna even makes an effort to learn the recipes to his roommate’s favourite foods, perfects them in a few weeks. making mochi was probably way too much effort but he feels very proud whenever satoru brightens up upon eating the sweet treats. he’s glad toji is on the easier side of all this, the man loves chinese food a lot; dumplings, egg drop soup, lamb skewers and some simple noodle dishes.

toji doesn’t look like it but he enjoys the other two men’s company a lot. they never judge him for who he is, they never expect him to be a certain way, and not once did they ask why on some nights he comes home covered in blood. they just tell him to clean up properly and throw his clothes into the washer for three circles. they don’t ask him why he has that scar on his lips or nag him about that massive one that wraps around the left side of his body.

satoru is curious, his eyes speak volumes, but he never says nothing about it and just traces the tissue with his fingertips after sex. sukuna doesn’t even seem to acknowledge it at all, ignores it almost, but he always tells him to apply more lotion to it after scorching showers together.

grocery runs with them are always a complete mess; satoru only has eyes for sweets, toji grabs the next best instant ramen from the shelves, sukuna is constantly scolding them for not eating more healthy, says both of them would have vitamin deficiency if it weren’t for him.

he absolutely hates going out with them to the store but it’s necessary in a way. it’s a way of bonding, they get to buy everything they need once a week and then don’t have to go there for another seven days, and it makes cooking plans easier — and satoru is there to pay because he’s rich and the other two ain’t.

they also always end up buying a few packs of condoms and lube, much to the cashier’s horrors upon reading “extra large” and “strawberry flavoured”

sukuna and toji are rough, absolutely and utterly wild. satoru often calls sukuna an animal with no other instincts than to bite and breed and tear him inside out whereas toji just always knows how and when to abuse his prostate in the weirdest positions — satoru now has to stretch everyday to keep his limbs flexible.

when toji and sukuna fuck, the bedroom turns into a warzone. there’s bite and scratch marks everywhere on their bodies and when sukuna finally gives in and bottoms, neither of them actually make an effort to stretch him. never goes well. sukuna actually cries but he loves pain so it’s okay because satoru gives toji a really big scolding after and then both of them try to somewhat take care of him.

which also never goes well because all three of them never had good experiences with physical touch, nor do they know how to take care of someone else or themselves.

toji was barely holding himself together after graduation high school, having started some heavy drugs when he was sixteen and he never really grew out of it for years because of his fucked up family or his even more fucked up friends.

satoru was homeschooled, had no friends, didn’t know anyone his age — he had no concept of social life, of interpersonal relationships, pop culture. his face never showed any emotions because he just didn’t feel nothing, he felt hollow. nothing in his life brought him joy. his own mother barely paid any attention to him and when she did, there was nothing but hatred in her words.

sukuna grew up with a mother that had fun torturing him, may it be emotionally or physically. when he was younger, still an only child and his father too busy with work, she’s used him to press out her cigarettes, told him to stay still and then watched his face with great interest. there’s a long list of things that he had to endure and he hates remembering it.

they don’t know how they found each other.

i will deffo write more for this au bc i miss toji and satoru terribly

[motelroomjesus]

Okay so.... I read the entire The Heart Killers novel in one sitting. How did I do that??? By ignoring my responsibilities, BUT I had a lot of fun LMFAO

I'm excited to see how they adapt this to the screen. It really is your typical assassin story, but the classics are classics for a reason! Unexpectedly fluffy for the premise, but also this a f4f (freak4freak) romance. Really excited to see how they manage to show the sex on screen because zoo wee mama..... the boys are crazy. Anyway, reading the novel has solidly cemented Fadel as my favorite character, such an unexpected side to him that I think all the viewers have already clocked just from the first two episodes.

I'm gonna talk about some characters and plot spoilers now so don't read under the cut if spoilers ruin your life

Okay, so already they've deviated just a bit from the novel, I'm assuming due to time and filming constraints (u know the usual). Mostly with Fadel and Style's story, it's nothing major tbh they just got the ball rolling pretty fast on them. They've stayed true to the characters, especially Style! Style is just as flirty and bold in the novel as he is in the show, which makes the bomb of him being romantically and sexually inexperienced in every aspect all the more shocking, even to Fadel. Their first sexual encounter together was rough until Fadel realized that he was Style's first. It was a really revealing moment for both those characters to me as a reader. It's the first time we see Fadel falter in front of anyone and the first time we see Style fully drop the confident mask he puts on. A very vulnerable moment and it's definitely the catalyst that propelled them MUCH closer to each other emotionally (and physically 😵‍💫).

Oh, FADEL...... He is so shxkbdksn. I love him to bits, like honestly. He is so deprived of affection. He is genuinely so soft hearted whether it's about his brother or his lover, he's constantly looking out for them. Even when he confronts Style later on, he's not even mad. He's so genuinely filled with sorrow and sadness that it's come to that, what he thought was the conclusion of the only love he's allowed himself was genuinely heartbreaking for him and it was apparent despite the tough assassin facade he was trying to keep up in front of Style. He is SO devoted and loyal. Love him BAD.

Bison, also seems to be presented pretty novel accurate so far. He seems too carefree and naive, but he's had a knife in his hand just in case the whole time. He really wants to live a different life. He wants out really bad and, unlike Fadel who made that decision after Style, Bison came to that before he even met Kant. He wants to fall in love and do laundry and cuddle with someone. He just wants true freedom. It made me feel even worse when he finds out of Kant's betrayal because he chose to let that guard down despite the gnawing feeling he had in the back of his head that he can't trust anyone. He took the chance on Kant and it ended up biting him in the ass. Also, we need more power bottoms I LOVE U BISON !!

Now Kant...... I can't say I liked him all that much until the end of the novel. 😭 He's genuinely selfish unless it's about his little brother and very much gives every man for themselves. He's all about self-preservation. He had no problem pulling an unknowing Style into dangerous undercover police informant work, did in fact drug Bison at one point, so yeah not on my nice list at all. I do think he had feelings for Bison at the beginning, but they weren't significant enough for him to stop what he was doing. He ends up redeeming himself a bit at the end. He tried to get the Captain to let him off the hook for this mission to no avail, and you know with the whole u kidnapped me and beat me up bc I betrayed u but I still waited for u to come get me at this abandoned house u left me at for hours so I could confess my love for u bit, but still. Very up and down feelings for him as a reader.

The bdsm was actually interesting to read here too. Sane (kinda), safe (sometimes) and consensual was really the name of the game here and I'm grateful for that. Were things a little under negotiated? Yeah, but I'm willing to look past that considering what s&m dynamics look like in other series and novels 😬 There was also a brief description of subspace that I found kind of nice. It was interesting to see these aspects of sexual dominance and submission present in a novel from a genre that often foregoes diving even an inch into safe kink (and sex) practices.

Also that masturbation scene is NOT in the novel from what I recall, so THANK YOU JOONG AND JOJO !!!!!

Crazy, but expected plot twist, and yet I was still at the edge of my seat. Granted I am easy to entertain, but I really enjoyed reading this. I actually would recommend this novel to others. It was just fun 😽

[the-s1lly-corner]

Sir Pentious fluff alphabet A-P

Usually I'd only make these posts be 3 letters but I'm in a "what if I completed a bunch of my prompt lists for various characters" kick soooooo

AFFECTION

He wants to find someone he can unapologetically be himself around. Hes not exactly picky, but he does enjoy people who have class.. or at least have an appreciation for that.. and yet he also loves someone who can take the reigns and not be afraid to show themselves off to the world. Someone confident, is what he's looking for! He doesnt have much preference for looks

BONDING

He loves working together with you on a machine! Though if you dont want to do that he doesnt mind! Usually when you do something together it's something small and therapeutic, like cooking together or doing a puzzle! Despite all the turf wars hes thrown himself into, the man does enjoy a quiet afternoon every now and then

CUDDLING

It's been done!

DATES

He switches between being a cliche romantic with taking you out to fancy restaurants, and something more private like a walk with just the two of you. He wants to adapt to the newer themes that have been introduced to the dating world, but theres some comfort in going back to what was common in his time as a living human. Regardless of what the scenario is, hes going to be on his best behavior for you, a model gentleman if you ignore his nervousness

EMOTION

Theres a likely chance you're the more emotional one between the two of you. Hes not afraid to cry in front of you. Hes not afraid to smother you in love, either. Even if he did try to tone it down he wouldn't last long, and on top of that he'd still be so obvious

FAMILY

Hes always wanted kids, at least a few. Unfortunately biological children are now out of the question due to sinners being unable to have children after death; but that still leaves a window for adopted children! Though in an odd and sweet way the egg boiz are like your children

GIFT GIVING

He always makes you hand made gifts, usually cool gadgets and trinkets! If he hears you have an interest in something hes going to try to make it for you! Though if theres something he cant make even after attempting, he will go out and purchase it for you.. although internally hes a little wounded that he couldn't get the job done himself

HARSH

He doesnt initiate or entertain arguments between the two of you, instead either instantly submitting or trying to compromise. He doesnt want to upset you is all, even if it kind of.. makes his voice go unheard sometimes. That's something the two of you are going to need to work on together. On the off chance he does argue back, he tends to be the first to apologize. Or at least make amends

INJURY

When he gets injured he dresses and takes care of the wound accordingly, and while he doesnt exactly need your help hes not going to shoo you away.. might play up how much it hurts to get some extra attention and affection from you, though hes not doing anything crazy with it. On the flip side hes much less composed when you're the one hurting, and hes going to be pouring all of his attention and care into you until you feel better. Hes just as doting, it not more, when taking care of you

JEALOUSY

He gets jealous fairly easily, though he never ever takes it out on you! He understands that's wrong. If someone comes and tries to flirt with you hes probably going to try to act.. smooth.. with trying to get the point across that you and him are an item. Though it comes off a little cringe and pathetic... sometimes it ends with a fight..that hes not going to win

KISSES

It's been done!

LOVE LANGUAGE

He loves when you reaffirm that you love him, and he also loves when you touch him! Soft kisses, hand holding, putting your hands on his shoulders and so on make him melt into you! In return he shows his love for you through acts of service and by hand crafting gifts for you! Technically he also does words of affirmation as he never goes more than a few hours without telling you he loves you

MARRIAGE

Hes always wanted to get married, even in life. Hes a little old fashioned in his beliefs that a relationship should have a marriage, though I'm sure you two can find a compromise where you're both happy. Perhaps buying a set of rings to share to show your commitment to one another to the outside world

NO

This is more so deeper into his road to redemption, but he tries to set boundaries against people and behaviors that may undo his progress. Hes dedicated, and he feels it'd be rude if he just undid all of the hard work everyone did to get him to the point he's gotten to. Unfortunately, that means if your plans clash too hard, or he can no longer satisfy you it may call an end to the relationship.. it's not so much as an instant dealbreaker as it is a slow decay of the relationship

It's been done!

ODDITY

Pentious is always going to be a little... odd. Not that hes weird, actually a lot of his habits are due to him not getting certain social cues and generally being a little awkward. But he doesnt mean anything bad by it, hes just a little different than others. If you can get past him sometimes not being able to read the room or not understanding certain sayings and slang, hes a perfect partner!

PETNAMES

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

ICYMI: There are so many Japanese qls airing weekly, so I’m going to start posting this little round up at the end of each week. Most of these shows are on Gaga and I highly recommend watching!

Tsukuritai Onna to Tabetai Onna 2

Besties, I screamed!!! We were blessed with episodes 9-12 of this fantastic second season this week, and we finally reached the moment we've been building toward for so long. I AM SO PROUD OF KASUGA AND NOMOTO. Amazing job using your words, ladies. And I loved the way they tied Kasuga's family plot in here, with her need to move giving her the motivation to finally tell Nomoto what she wants. Nomoto was ready for it, too, and already planning to confess on her own (still not over that adorable screamsqueal she let out after inviting Kasuga for Valentines dinner). I can't wait for them to buy a big house, invite Nagumo and Yako to live with them, and start their very own lesbian commune where every meal is amazing.

Chaser Game W

I did some investigating this week because the way these characters are written was just not making sense to me. And as it happens, not only is this show about women written by a male screenwriter, it was adapted from a het manga! Itsuki's character was originally a heterosexual man. Let me tell ya, this made a lot click into place for me. Trust a male writer to take a het romance about power dynamics, gender swap one of the characters to make it a gl, and fail to adjust the characterizations and plot for the completely different power dynamics and communication styles that would entail. It doesn’t explain all the issues with the writing, but it sure does explain a lot about the puzzling lack of feelings processing and communication between these two women. Despite that messiness, I will finish watching this one to support the ratings so we get more gls soon.

My Strawberry Film

What we got here is a love chain of pain. Chika loves Ryo, but Ryo loves Hikaru, and Hikaru is fixated on Minami. Everyone is pining and there is no way for everyone to get what they want. A classic high school angst set up, though admittedly not my favorite kind of story. I will continue to hope that Chika experiences an awakening and we end up with both a bl and a gl pair in this show. I did not expect them to find Minami that easily (or that she would be their peer), so I'm curious to see where they take the plot for this one.

Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka

Last week I said I was wary of them bringing Mizuki back into the mix to interfere in the relationship, and as expected I was irritated with the way the show used him in this week's episode. I like where that final conversation between Sakae and Soga ended up, but I didn't care for the way Mizuki was used to interfere. It felt like a retread of the last couple weeks, didn't accomplish anything new for those relationships, and just made Sakae seem kind of weak willed and immature. Sakae was not feeling confident about Soga's feelings because he had not communicated clearly, but every time Soga tried to talk to him, Sakae just stood there and let Mizuki get in the way. I would have liked to see him draw a firmer boundary with Mizuki and talk to Soga like an adult, but instead he was wavering through most of the episode and not giving Soga the chance to explain things. It was an annoying dynamic and I hope it's actually over. But of course, Mizuki hasn't left yet and the episode didn't allow us more than a brief happy moment before flashing forward to a breakup, so we're clearly in for more seesaw shenanigans before this ends.

Perfect Propose

I love this show, y'all. I already posted a little love note to this episode, which I thought was so smart and authentic in the way it depicted Hiro's ongoing struggles with work, his burnout, and his fear about moving on (also shoutout to this post from @befuddledcinnamonroll for a great overview on why the storytelling choices are so effective). And for an episode where Hiro and Kai shared only a couple scenes, it got a surprising amount of relationship development done, as Hiro became more aware of his growing feelings for Kai and Kai made his intentions and his boundaries clear. I love that he put the ball firmly in Hiro's court to decide what he wants and ask for it, and I am so looking forward to seeing Hiro run next week. If only I could get another six episodes, everything here would be perfect.

Ossan's Love Returns

I'll be honest, this show has been kinda wobbly for me in the back half. It feels like they put too many balls in the air and are not quite sure how to land them all. For one, I am just not nearly as invested in this Izumi/Kiku loveline as the show clearly wants me to be--I've been shipping Kiku x Moving On the whole time and was hopeful we may be finally getting there, but it just keeps coming back around. Takegawa's story seems to have gotten lost somewhere along the way, and I was so confused by some of the storytelling choices re: Kurosawa's plot this week that I had to convene @twig-tea and @my-rose-tinted-glasses, and our collective brain power still couldn't quite piece together the show's intent. I loved the first stretch of the episode with the whole squad assembling to puzzle through what they know about Chief's health woes and support him, but then they lost me with that goodbye video sequence immediately followed by a one month later psyche! moment. If they are not killing Kurosawa off (which I don't think they are) the very overwrought final scenes with him, Haruta, and Maki hit pretty weird. Having now seen the end scene that undercuts it all, it could be that it was meant to feel like comedic melodrama, but in the absence of any solid reassurance to the audience that the health threat was not real, that did not really land. All that said, I still love all of these characters and it's been a real delight to see Haruta and Maki settle into their married life, so I'm still very happy to be watching and looking forward to how they wrap up.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I request something for TWD, Carl Grimes with a partner who's pretty reckless?

(Romantic please and maybe this can be a short story)

Uhhh, sure! This will be an AU where you're both around 18 and where he doesn't die. Like the comics? Still upsetting that they killed him off instead of giving him the chance to mature like what I've seen in the comics. I decided as I am still new to The Walking Dead to make this a concept instead? It could always be adapted to a short story later. Just testing the waters as I'm new to this fandom. I'm sorry if this isn't quite what you wanted or I get something wrong. Sorry this took months and probably wasn't even that good :(

Possible Spoilers for The Walking Dead but I kept it minimal

Yandere! Carl Crimes with Reckless! Darling

Carl Lives AU

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Blood, Trauma, Suicide briefly mentioned, Murder, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Paranoia, Manipulation, Angst, Dubious relationship, Isolation, Imprisonment, Carl is a broken man.

I feel Carl would have a tough time with a darling is reckless.

Let's look at how he grew up...

He grew up in the apocalypse, a world filled with corpses, violence, murder, suicide, betrayal, and a whole lot of death in general.

He had to kill his own mom and by this point his father is dead, too.

Now he's an adult... a hardened adult who has seen what this broken world has to offer.

He's used to a world where people kill each other.

He's used to all the blood and violence.

So the fact you, his partner, is reckless irritates him and makes him a bit nervous.

There's a good chance Carl will try to correct your tendencies.

When he met you he knew you weren't able to take care of yourself due to your behavior.

He had a feeling you'd easily be betrayed or Walker food if he didn't take you in with the rest of the group.

Sooner or later, you two get close enough to start dating.

Be that months or a year or two doesn't matter, Carl ends up falling for you despite what he's gone through.

Carl is an overprotective yandere but that's understandable based on what he's gone through.

I can imagine Carl getting frustrated at your reckless behavior.

Not only does he try to correct it but your behavior often causes arguments.

Carl fights with you and your behavior out of deeply rooted fear.

Don't you know how easy it would be to lose you if you don't be cautious?

You could be kidnapped, killed, or turned into a Walker!

He doesn't want to be the one to shoot you in the head....

As a result, Carl often gives you survival lessons.

You may call him paranoid... but in his eyes, paranoid is better than dead.

Carl has dark thoughts and intentions in him so his feelings of love for you could easily turn corrupt.

He feels he needs to protect you.

He can protect you from others, it's expected of him as your boyfriend.

Although with a reckless darling... he begins to realize he may need to protect you from yourself.

If he doesn't keep a close eye on you... you could go and get yourself killed.

Carl loves you and he tries to make that known to you.

Due to the stress caused by living in the apocalypse within a group that can betray each other easily... you both tend to fight.

By the end of it, however, Carl tries to show you he still loves you.

He'll apologize and just say your behavior scares him.

He'll comfort you with hugs and soft kisses on the cheek to make you smile.

He doesn't want to lose you like so many others... even if it is an outcome he can't avoid forever.

Even with weapon training or basic agility training he still feels you'll get yourself killed somehow.

Carl wants to protect the one he loves.

Imprisonment is just another form of protection, right?

Carl may actually decide locking you up would keep you safer than letting you free.

Not only is anyone/everything a danger to you... so are you with your tendencies.

Behind bars in a makeshift prison made at the group's base is currently the best situation for you in his eyes.

If anyone tries to fight Carl on this, he'll get violent.

They don't understand.

Carl is protecting you, as he should since he's your boyfriend, your partner.

Why should anyone else get a say?

Carl would kill over you.

Everyone else kills in this world, plus Carl had gained a taste for bloodshed throughout the years.

A bit of murder for your protection is a fine price in his head.

You may hate the cage... but Carl comforts you.

In there... you won't become a Walker.

No one can hurt you.

You won't be alone long either, Carl will be beside your prison with a smile.

His gaze looks so loving... yet it doesn't change the fact your boyfriend put you behind bars to "protect" you.

If you don't change your behavior, Carl will change it for you.

To adapt is to survive.

There's no need to fight him anymore... now you're better off.

Outside is dangerous and filled with all sorts of threats, threats Carl is protecting you from...

Carl says being in your little prison is the safest place to be... perhaps it is since it keeps you away from him, too.

[tama-fighting-artblock]

lmaooooooooo CM is really boarding the struggle bus! I could practically hear his heart attack at the word /love/. Your TB has a crush on SWK au is captivating. Maybe that drunken argument could lead to CM becoming TB's beta reader? *why not both gif*

Hear me out: a crossover between this au and Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint. CM reads Journey To The West to prove TB wrong and becomes TB's beta reader anyway. He wants to hang out with TB, but he's still a SWK hater, tangcheong write themselves into being small time demons gunning for SWK, etc.

tangcheong write that fanfic for so long that they get really good at it (maybe TB decides to rewrite the beginning parts that he's unhappy with the quality of at some point or readers get to see the style shift). The fanfic is so good and so long that it gets a huge fanbase and enters the cultural consciousness of the gangho* and gets tied to their mythos just like their accomplishments as the Dark Saint, Plum Blossom Sword Saint, and Divine Dragon.

tangcheong have enough stories that they come back and ascend as constellations when the scenarios start. But the thing is, all versions of stories and characters become true if someone or something gets popular to become a constellation. So now TB and CM actually are a part of Sun Wukong 's stories, and actually have to fight him in some scenarios.

So CM isn't jealous because of TB's character crush anymore. He's jealous because TB's got a celebrity crush on what is basically their coworker, who he can't even beat in a 1v1 fight. At least CM can marry TB if he didn't before and CM's loved ones from both of his lives can hang out together...in a torment nexus gauntlet. Yay? Well, I believe in their chances of survival.

*I think that gangho is the murim equivalent of the jianghu but my bad if I got it wrong 😔

Well I have to say is a pretty nice concept you have there. I'm so glad to see people taking a silly concept and develop something from it! 🥰

However, I'm not familiar with ORV, and it's lore to provide and insight, and sadly my interest died when I realized how profound is that rabbit hole when it's story wasn't my cup of tea to begin with. However! I am interested in whatever you have to say about it! (specially when it comes to Bo simping over Wukong!!!)

That being said @chuliann (who happens to know about orv better than I do) is the person I've been talking with about the silly Sun/Tang/Chung drama. And they think you're a genius! And they wanted me to tell you that!

We would love to hear more about it, if you come up with new ideas♥️

All I can provide is a bit more info about Sun wukong, since I'm currently reading journey to the west, and being watching some adaptations recently:

Sun Wukong is, to some degree, like a child despite his high intelligence, he gets excited and jump out of joy, he's very impulsive and confrontative. He's like a more friendly version of Chung Myung (with a friendly approach). He likes being recognized. He gets excited when being assigned task like taking care of the stables or watch over the peaches, but takes great offense when he's diminished. As well, he was very enthusiastic about serving Tang Sanzang in his journey until he reprimanded wukong for attacking some bandids.

Wukong can be genuinely adorable, but also frightening. Of course. Hes not naturally mean spirited with people. So, belive me, if Tang Bo approach Wukong and tries to befriend him being honest, he'll be just like Tang Bō.

A passage I really like is wukong asking for a needle after his first bath to properly sew a piece of leather he previously got. Stealing a piece of cloth from Tang sanzang that he forgot to put back on, and then going back to him and walked all around asking if he looks good now.

Adorable!