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amarayys · 1 month ago

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DRDT CHP 2 EPISODE 15 REACTIONS - SO OBVIOUSLY SPOILERS

disclaimer - this post is quite long. like 12 doc pages long. so yeah

in this post, i predicted that the culprit would be ace. and, well....yeah! IT WAS!!! AND I FEEL REALLY GOOD ABOUT THAT!!!! AND IM REALLY HOPING THAT THE FACT THAT AREI'S MISSING GLOVE AND THE MISSING SCRUM DEBATE DONT MEAN ANYTHING!!!

....i got it right.

I ACTUALLY GOT IT RIGHT??? NO FUCKING WAY???

Anyway, I'm gonna make a short post (post editing amari here - this post is in no way short. why did i think it would be???) of my reactions to the episode. And trust me, there were reactions.

Ace: You're going to call me the murderer just because Eden said so?! That's so inane I don't even know where to start!

...I feel ashamed to admit I had to google what "inane" means. Basically, it means "Lacking sense or meaning," which, true, actually! I can't deny suspecting Ace JUST because of Eden's crying is a little weird. Not to say that Eden is malicious or something, though.

J: I'm not saying Eden did it, but are you sure the killer is Ace?

This line isn't insanely relevant or something, I just wanted to point out that I was pretty confused here. Why is J defending Ace??? Uh???

Eden: It was him! (Ace) He was the one stalking me!

Aha, I thought so! I've seen a few people theorise that the person "stalking" Eden was the culprit, and I agree. It just makes the most sense - so I'm glad we were right!

Teruko: Could it be that Ace switched targets from Eden to Arei? (paraphrased)

Oh, I didn't even consider that! We see later in the trial this isn't true, but I'm surprised that nobody (to my knowledge) brought this theory up. Though I don't really see why he would switch targets.

Ace: S-so?! Nico could have taken it or lied about the fish disappearing. (paraphrased)

100% True! But Ace seems to be using this argument solely to accuse Nico...which he sure does a lot. While screaming. A lot.

*discussion about ace making a murder plan after nearly being murdered*

Teruko makes a good point here - He could have made the plan the day following his near-murder.

Teruko: Most people wouldn't like going back to the scene of their almost-murder. (paraphrased)

...Teruko, you're projecting. Hard. Like, really hard.

Ace: ...

Ace: Y-yeah! Exactly! There's no reason for me to take the tape unless I made a plan to kill her in a few seconds. (paraphrased)

Hesitation spotted! And a stutter! I freaked out over this on call for no reason, but that is VERY suspicious, dude.

Arturo: Who uses non-medical tape for first aid? That's sickening.

Teruko: It's not that weird, I do it all the time.

...AUWVGGHHHHH. Teruko you make me ILL. This is probably referencing how she didn't have money for medical supplies in the regular world so she had to use regular tape for wounds, since her luck hurts her often, which cannot be good/safe for injuries. I nearly cried here, because I'm very dramatic when it comes to Teruko. YOU DESERVE BETTER.

Ace: What is this, some sort of Devil's Pubes?

...What the fuck?? What??? I am not kidding when I tell you I was drinking water during this line and fucking choked. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??? HELLO?? CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT HE MEANT??

Ace: Everyone is always attacking me for stupid reasons. (paraphrased)

He's not wrong, actually. Everyone is always attacking him - Though not always for stupid reasons.

Ace: Do you even hear yourself right now? I'm a murderer because of my "personality"?!

I've got to agree with him here - that's a pretty stupid argument to make. As much as I don't want to slander Min, did her personality seem like the type to murder?

Teruko: Show me your neck scars.

...That's a little invasive, no?

*discussion about scratched neck*

I also believe some people pointed out Ace's bloody fingers, but I haven't seen anyone mention scratches on his neck! To be fair, that is a VERY small detail that's quite easy to miss.

Teruko: But you probably never forgot. After all, you have to live with your scars every day. Even if you've been pretending it's fine, it still hurts, right? (paraphrased)

...Ohmygod she's projecting again. Is she insecure about her scars?? Or do they just remind her of bad situations? Teruko, I love you so so much you make me SOB.

Ace: I thought I was supposed to be the stupidest one here! What the fuck is this?!

...He just called himself stupid. He is NOT beating the idiot allegations.

the whole veronika spiel**

Well, yeah, I'd imagine being almost murdered is somewhat traumatising.

turpentine, jockey and strangling arguements:

This post is going to get VERY long soon, so sorry for the massive skip lmao.

Turpentine: Correct - How would have Ace kept Arei unharmed apart from her neck wounds without her being unconscious due to turpentine? I really don't have any clue.

Strangling: Strangling her?? I didn't see THAT coming. But yeah, I suppose it works. I really don't have much to say here, tbh.

Jockey: Basically, Ace is stronger than Eden and can therefore knock her out. True, I suppose, but it's a shaky argument based off assumptions.

Charles: Ace was trying to imitate Nico's murder.

I can see this being the case - Ace using that to frame Nico. Ace HAS been blaming Nico quite a bit, huh?

Ace's injury argument*

Good points made by both Eden (for some reason??) and Teruko. Yes, Ace was bleeding out and in a lot of pain, but the wound was not severe enough to limit either his speech or his movement. The murder might have hurt, but he'd be able to do it.

J: Isn't Ace...too stupid?

I burst out laughing...that's quite direct, J! But also mean. Ace is literally right there. Also, that is not a proper argument!

Ace's whole dignity thing*

Jeez, I used to despise Ace, but I'm liking him more and more. He has some really funny lines, and his development is REALLY good.

I think it's super interesting that ACE, who everyone believes is dumb and rude and unable to take criticism, is letting himself be called stupid for the sake of being declared innocent. It really shows how his character is more than just "I'm rude and I hate you all!" DRDTDev, your writing is so good.

Charles' explanation*

Now, I'm split on this part.

For one, I agree that his IQ would not have much to do with how Ace carried out the murder and is irrelevant. However, the whole argument of "Ace rides horses, he is strong!" thing isn't really accurate - in chapter 1, he describes how he never actually practices jockeying.

**also, the acevi fans are in pain. i see you looking at how levi said ace wasnt dumb. I SEE YOU

Non-stop debate with ball of clothes as bullet*

I was WONDERING WHEN THE CLOTHES WOULD COME IN!! Again, I'm not original, so I've seen theories regarding the ball being thrown over the railing. But...the railings pretty high. I don't think you could just throw it.

Bullet is used*

Oh, so Teruko is using the "ball of clothes was thrown" argument? It still seems very high up..

Ace: How could I have thrown it up that high?

Aha, so they are addressing that issue! I'm glad.

Ace tangent*

Again, I'm sorry for having to reduce this AMAZING character development down to a "tangent", but this post is already WAYYY too long.

He definitely has a point, though. Just because he's a jockey doesn't automatically make him the murderer. Just because he's somewhat athletic doesn't mean he could've thrown the ball of clothes.

And, as much as I REALLY don't want to admit this...Teruko's reasoning for siding with Eden was a little shaky. At first, Teruko believed Eden because Eden believed her in the first trial. Adorable, yes, but you could argue that was unfair towards Ace. However, there is definitely concrete evidence against Ace at this point and Teruko is valid for siding with Eden at this point in the trial.

Not to say I don't understand why Teruko sided with her - I totally understand. And she did say she'd keep an open mind. I still love how this was all done - Teruko siding with Eden was a nice touch.

Argument Armament or however the fuck its spelt.*

Wait what?? I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING\??? that AA came out of absolutely nowhere but i am here for it! The art is fantastic as always - i especially love the horse!

Final blow; using a sling shot*

...I'm sorry? What??

OH! THE FITNESS BAND!

I knew it must've come in somewhere! This trial has been so satisfying so far...God I love this fangan.

So, Ace tied the fitness band around the...bar things in the playgroud and flung the ball of clothes up. ...I still don't really get it, but it's definitely better than just yanking it up there!

Teruko, interrupting Ace: SHUT UP, ACE!

...eh? EH??? TERUKO??

Teruko: Do you even understand what this class trial is? Tell me, how do we decide who's the murderer? We determine who lives and dies by a majority vote. YTTD REF?? In other words, the opinion of everyone who *isn't* you.

I...woah. I didn't see that coming. Like, at all. Let's see what else she has to say.

Teruko: Who cares where you stored the water jugs? That doesn't matter. (paraphrased)

Um...I'm pretty sure it matters, Teruko. Though I can see where she's coming from - she wants this trial over with and she thinks discussing minor details is a waste of time.

This line makes you seem like the culprit, but she has protag privileges, so yeah. Just Teruko going off again.

Teruko: The point of the trial is to determine who the killer is, not to determine every single little detail of what happened.

Aha, so I'm correct. She doesn't want to discuss "minor details".

Teruko: It doesn't matter that you're not convinced. It's not going to help you, nor change your fate. No matter how you feel or what you think, nothing will change.

You think that your whining and screaming is going to change our minds? That if you call us all stupid and wrong, we're going to magically decide to not vote for you out of the goodwill of our hearts?

...Okay, so. I think she's projecting here. Again. She knows that screaming wont do anything for him - It never did anything for her. She knows that people vote stop deciding the culprit's you out of the goodwill of her heart - They didn't do that for her.

Maybe I'm reaching, who knows.

Teruko: Come on Ace! Don't you want to live?! Defend yourself!

Oh, she's desperate. She really wants to be wrong here, huh? She doesn't really want him to be a culprit.

Ace: I'm such a piece of shit.

...is that a confession?? IS IT??

Ace: Yeah, you're right. There's no way I'm making it out this trial alive.

Okay this could still be interpreted as him just giving up on trying to find the actual culprit but-

Ace: I killed Arei. That's exactly right.

....OH. I...WHAT??

That...wow. I don't even know what to say! Before this point in the trial, I was kind of suspicious he was an accomplice, but hey...that's a confession for sure!

Ace: I was scared of dying. That's all.

Yeah, I've definitely seen a theory on that somewhere. And it fits his character - But jeez. I'm gonna be sad to see him go.

Ace: I'm fucking terrified of dying! I can't sleep at night because I keep thinking about how I'm going to die young in this goddamn killing game! I didn't want to die!

Ace: Live, and escape this killing game, and go back to my shitty life where I can't do anything on my own because I can't control myself.

Ace: Back to that life where I can't do anything but a sport that I hate because I suck shit at everything else.

Wow, it sounds like he really didn't think he had any way of enjoying life, whether in the killing game or not. I feel so bad...We knew from Chp. 1 that he was quite the scaredy-cat, but to make that a motive into killing? Like...I'm not sure what to say. /pos The character development is SO good though I am HERE FOR THIS!!

J: So what? Get over yourself.

...J?

J: Murder is unacceptable, no matter what.

Oh! I see what's happening! This is a super interesting way for a character to think. This makes me think that sometime later on, a murder will be done on accident in some way, (maybe by herself - THAT would be a twist for sure) but she still refuses to forgive the culprit. I really love J getting character development!

Ace: Arei…she was a piece of shit too. Just like me. Eden if she said all that nice bs to Eden, there was no guarantee she was actually going to change. (paraphrased)

…Ow. “Piece of shit” really is becoming the new “Good person”, huh? /hj

And, I suppose Ace is right in that there wasn’t any way to tell if Arei *was* going to change for certain - But I think she was genuine!

Ace: But at least she (arei) was trying. And I can’t change even one thing about myself. Not my shitty job, nor my shitty personality, nor my shitty life.

OH OKAY OUCH AUGH. This…is painful. Here’s my (not very good) interpretation of this:

Ace doesn’t trust that people will be able to change. Sure, there’s a chance - but no guarantee. However, he applauds Arei because at least she was trying to be better. He thinks it’s pointless for him to try to be better - everything bad in his life, he cannot change. And that scared him, and that is what led him to murder.

“...” said by Levi and Nico*

Wow, going to the two people who have the most to do with his character right after he says that is crazy. /lh

But yeah, I can’t even imagine what was going through their heads… The person who reprimanded them for killing others (and in Nico’s case - trying to kill him) actually ended up being the killer of Arei - and intended to kill everyone in order to escape the killing game. It sure must be a lot to process, huh?

Ace: Just vote me already! Put me out of my damn misery!

…Damn. This really hurts…

He’s obviously terrified of dying. He probably wants it over with. He doesn’t want to wait in anticipation for his death. He just wants it over with…I feel SO bad.

Teruko: Before we do that, allow me to go over the case one more time, to confirm we all understand this murder.

Ace: Why? Why do you have to remind me of the fucked-up shit I did? I already feel like crap. I don't... I don't want to think about what I've done. Not now, nor ever.

Ah, so there’s also guilt involved. I mean, of course he’d feel guilt - but he probably felt killing Arei and escaping the killing game was his only option, excluding death.

Teruko: …

Teruko: Sorry, but it has to be done.

AGH. Teruko feels bad for having to make him relive his murder…dangit this cast makes me ILL /pos

Teruko: Confront the mistakes you've made. Then accept death. That's the fate of everyone who chooses to participate in this killing game.

I meannn…she isn’t wrong. But I still feel horrible for Ace.

**Closing argument**

Oh cool!!! Here we go - I can’t wait!

GIRLKISSERS!!! oh, and ace ig. /j

This is probably my favourite cg from the closing argument. It’s just….Idk. Arei’s expression is sort of funny to me.

The way Arei’s hanging body appeared in the middle and lifted up slowly…that was disturbing. But in a really, really good way. DRDTdev is super creative with these closing arguments!

Cut her free…with what, exactly??

Also, Teruko calling the carousel a spinner is hilarious to me. Not even a spinny thing anymore - just a spinner.

I burst out laughing at this cg…because I DIDN’T EXPECT HIM TO BE UPSIDE DOWN??? I giggled a lot at this, it’s really not that funny - but I didn’t expect him to go full monkey style in order to tie the rope.

And…there it is. Sorry folks, but I really doubt Ace isn’t killer after getting the “trial close” screen and the…end of closing argument cg??? Thing??? I have no clue what it’s called.

Wow, this episode was a rollercoaster ride. I love love love love LOVED it. I can’t wait for the next one!

Before this episode, I really didn’t like Ace. At all. I just found him annoying. But DRDTdev did his character arc SO well - he’s really grown on me! Now time to see him get executed…oh.

Also, I realise I forgot to comment on the new cgs,,, whoops. They’re all super good though - I LOVED Teruko’s.

Anyway, I think that’s all….this took SO incredibly long lol. I don't really know what to say in order to end this post. So. Yeah.

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #despair time #teruko tawaki #fanganronpa #drdt theory #drdt spoilers #ace markey #eden tobisa #levi fontana #nico hakobyan #charles cuevas #arei nageishi #j moreno #teruko tawaki the things id do for you #<333

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g0rechan · 16 days ago

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I dont get why people accuse killing stalking of romanticizing anything, it's a literal horror story and sang woo being extremely abusive to bum is supposed to be uncomfortable and horrifying. koongi isn't a bad guy for depicting abuse in a blunt and disturbing light because abuse is supposed to be disturbing

Idk man, I swear media literacy is dead in this day and age. Have these people read a book, watched an old movie, or listened to any music in their life?

Istg Zoomers need to stop scrolling on tik tok all day and pick up a bestseller from their local bookstore or watch any old film and see just how MANY classic stories incorporate disturbing themes and topics into their stories, with some even romanticizing it and endorsing it.

Like, are they gonna go after George R. R. Martin for writing about incest in GOT and portraying it as a normal thing since it was the medieval era? Shakespeare for writing a romance about an age gap couple? Stephen king for writing about the underage losers engaging in an -mind you, explicitly detailed- orgy scene?

Toshio Maeda? John Waters? Ralph Bakshi? Marquis De Sade? Jfc, ik anti-shippers and zoomers would have a cow if they ever discovered that guy.

Killing Stalking, sadly, isn’t the only piece of media villified for its dark topics. Media like Shoujo Tsubaki, The coffin of Andy and Leyley, Berserk, and others have sparked controversy and have been accused of“promoting” deranged actions for simply depicting dark and uncomfortable situations. They can get mad all they want but at the end of the day, Rape, incest, and child abuse are things that happen irl. And like old times, I don’t believe artists should have to put a fucking disclaimer every-time they make something.

Gen Z doesn’t live in an artistic age and it shows. It’s sad and all I can do is hope it gets better.

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fanfictionhab · 10 months ago

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Dance Macabre: v1

Lore: Enemies-to-lovers Female Tiefling + Astarion

ao3 link

The cobbled teeth of the alley bit into Caelia's thin soles, each step echoing in the cavernous silence. Her breath, a ragged ghost escaping her lips, mingled with the chill that clung to the damp brick walls. Every rustle of unseen fabric, every distant howl carried on the wind, sent prickles of fear dancing across her skin. The city, once a haven, now felt like the maw of a predator, its shadows whispering tales of a monstrous hunter stalking the night. Yes, she had heard the rumors. The whispers had shadowed Caelia like wraiths ever since she stumbled into Baldur's Gate. Among the migrants along the way, there were tales of cloaked figures, silent reapers gliding through the moonlit maze, leaving laughter replaced by chilling absences. At first, she'd scoffed, dismissing them as tavern whispers and flickering lamplight playing tricks on weary minds. But now, threading through the city's narrow veins at night, a prickling unease crawled beneath her skin. She understood why there was such a rumor. The once-thrumming pulse of the city had muted to an unnerving hush, the darkness pressing in like a suffocating shroud. The whispers, once dismissed, now echoed with a bone-chilling truth, their spectral voices whispering from the damp brick walls, warnings etched in the shadows. Caelia clutched the worn leather satchel containing her meager belongings, its weight a grounding anchor in the swirling vortex of her unease. The tavern, a beacon of flickering light visible through the labyrinthine alleyways, was her only relief. Reaching the tavern, that lone beacon in the oppressive darkness…

As she was walking, suddenly a shiver ran through the air, a prickling sensation like cobwebs catching on her exposed skin. It wasn't the wind, nor the distant hum of the city. It was a presence. A presence with an air of sharp frequency, a palpable aura of crimson that sent a wave of dread chilling over Caelia. A shiver danced down Caelia's spine, and her fingers subconsciously found their way to the worn leather grip of the dagger strapped to her thigh. Its familiar feel offered a flicker of solace against the creeping fear that tightened its grip around her. The tavern, so close and yet so agonizingly far, seemed to mock her with its promise of safety. The trembling in the air intensified, turning into a palpable pressure pressing against her chest. Her steps faltered, eyes straining to pierce the veil of darkness ahead. The whispers of suspicion that crept through the alley coalesced into a single, ominous certainty: she wasn't alone. Caelia's heart pounded against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the chilling silence. Her hand instinctively gripped the hilt of her dagger, knuckles white against the worn leather. The shadows writhed, obscuring any glimpse of her pursuer, but the tingling along her skin was signaling unseen eyes fixed upon her. Then, with a sudden, almost imperceptible second, the air itself twisted. Time seemed to stutter, then warp, collapsing into a single heartbeat. Caelia froze, a choked gasp caught in her throat: A figure had just materialized out of the darkness above her face, smoke tendrils merging into a vaguely humanoid shape, reddest eyes blazing with feral intensity, the glint of a knife held high and tight, aimed for a killing blow. Time stopped.

Instinct- honed by fear, snaps Caelia into action. Her left hand, imbued with arcane energy, wove the quickest defensive spell: an aard shield. A shimmering barrier materialized around her, deflecting the attacker's vicious blow with a deafening clang. The shield pulsed with residual energy, the air was still crackling from the clash. The creature fell sprawled, the knife clattering uselessly at his side. The feral rage had drained from his red eyes, replaced by a flicker of surprise, then dawning recognition. "Magic shield?" he rasped, his voice a rough scrape against the silence.

Cautiously, Caelia stayed silent and approached, her hand was still holding the dagger. As she approached, the silver light of the moon reflected from an open window above, revealing his silhouette. The light bathed the figure in an ethereal glow, revealing a lean, almost skeletal frame shrouded in tattered clothing. His skin was almost translucent, giving him a ghostly pallor that contrasted sharply with the bright white, curly locks of hair cascading down his head. His nose was well-defined, giving him an air of confidence and poisé. His elongated, rectangular chin jutted out prominently, creating a perfect alignment with his sharp canines, and was accentuated by the delicate point of his elven ears. His very pale complexion instituted a stark harmony with the bright white curls of his hair, which framed his face in alluring ease. Struck by this first look, Caelia's attention shifted to his body. The red flowing from him stained his pale skin, oozing from fresh cut wounds that whispered of a recent fight that could not be caused by her magic shield. The shield can't cut this precisely. She thought to herself that this encounter could not be his first today, he looked like he fought a million wars before. Caelia's shield pulsed once more, pulling her attention back to reality, the air crackling with residual magic one last time as it vanished. The figure, though disarmed, remained a coiled spring of desperation. Seeing she approached him, he noticed the opportunity. He lunged, claws aimed for her eyes, but Caelia ducked with practiced ease, her foot whipping out to sweep his legs. He stumbled, crashing against the damp brick wall with a guttural curse.

"ah, so agile for a street rat…" he groaned, a glinting smile with annoyance on his busted lips as he finally gave her a proper look. "Ohh…" he said with revelation and revulsion. "A tiefling..."

He scrambled up, eyes burning with feral fury. "Should've called you a street goat, shouldn't I? Horns and all." This time, he feinted left, then lashed out with a right hook that grazed Caelia's cheek, sending a sting of pain through her jaw. She flinched back. As an elder daughter, she did not hold back against his wordplay. As she avenged his cut with a swift jab to his ribs with her horns, drawing another pained gasp from him, she replied in wit, "See? Horns give a definite head-start over losers."

He lunged at her in a moment of seconds. His swiftness ripped fresh lines through the tattered fabric of his old, dirty, gray shirt. The pale skin across his back was unveiled. There, stark against the bloody, wounded canvas, lay a mark. Not ink nor brand, but raised lines of old scars, woven into an unsettling sigil. Runes, alien and ancient, encircled a central symbol, pulsing with a faint, unholy luminescence as his ragged breaths strained them open. Caelia's parry faltered against his lunge, a tremor snaking through her grip. Recognition flickered at the edge of her mind, a half-glimpsed memory from the books she read and whispered warnings in forgotten libraries. Cults, ancient pacts, infernal bargains... The fragments fused, chilling her blood despite the furnace heat of the fight. They continued to exchange attacks while they were both analyzing each other with sinister. With each brutal exchange, her gaze darted back, tracing the lines of the mark, etching them into her memory. The clang of steel became a staccato rhythm against the backdrop of doubt, her every feint a desperate search for confirmation. Then, as their blades clashed once more, the sigil's unholy light flared, momentarily illuminating the intricate runes. A name, written in the language of Infernal which she can read very well as a tiefling, slapped into her mind: Cazador. This mark, etched on this unwitting pawn's flesh, bore the symbol of an infernal pact, a tethered leash to an entity of unimaginable evil. Caelia's breath hitched, and understanding this sank like a leaden weight in her stomach. This wasn't just a duel; it was a brush with a power beyond mortal comprehension, a glimpse into an abyss that threatened to consume them all. The fight raged on, fueled by a newfound, icy purpose for her: to unravel the enigma on his back, a puzzle carved in flesh and steeped in forbidden knowledge.

"Cazador's spawn," she finally grasped, the words tasting heavy on her tongue. "That's what you are."

He froze. The word was like a whiplash cracking across his raw nerves.

Caelia felt a growing unease. This is why his attacks, though vicious, lacked the power she expected from the so-called "monstrous legend". His movements were sluggish, his blows less than coordinated. His desperation, however, was undeniable, etched in the tremor of his hands and the ragged rasp of his breaths. The revelation hung heavy in the air, momentarily suspending the dance of blades. He wasn't a monster. Yeah, as a vampire maybe he was, but. He was not a monster monster. She read about the backstory of vampire spawns and the legend of Cazador. She knew about infernal history and infernal traditions as it was her culture. She knew he was nothing but a human stripped bare, made a monster by its master. His ferocity, she realized, stemmed not from bloodlust, but from desperate clinging to survival. Caelia lowered her dagger, her gaze locked on the sigil, then back to the creature's haunted eyes. He was no longer the predator, but a broken reflection in her eyes. At that moment, under the cold gaze of the moon, the roles seemed to shift: the hunter became the hunted. She was going to start to cling to his prey. While she was standing there with a downed dagger, his heavy breaths filled the silence, punctuated by the occasional cough wracking his thin frame, he was hardly standing.

"My my, why are you staring like that?" coughed from exhaustion. "you liked what you saw, hmm?" The crimson eyes that had burned with feral fury now flickered with something else - knowing that she now knew who he was- it was a sinister acceptance.

"You're..." she started, her voice hesitant. "You're not what I expected." Her voice was softer now, laced with a cautious curiosity. "you are weak."

"Ugh, you hurt me...To be honest, your words are sharper than your dagger, tiefling"

His voice hung in the air, a fragile bridge stretched across the chasm of fear and suspicion. He was catching his breath while trying to ignore the hellish pain of his new injuries added to his previous injuries, but he was still trying to hold on to his blade with all the remaining energy without any will to draw back. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring. He stared at her, she stared at him: his red gaze flickering between the moonlight glinting off her horns, and her dark gaze skipping in between the sparkles of the same moonlight on his marble skin.

"Pity" as she sighed. A word long absent from her vocabulary, resonated in the street, a foreign echo in the symphony of his suffering. His lips cracked and dry, twisted into a snarl. "Pity? From a hybrid of the devil like you?" His voice, hoarse from exertion, rebelled not her but the circumstances of his life, with a bitter venom. He was trying to get up but failing and slipping aimlessly. Caelia met his gaze unflinchingly, "I see a creature in pain, A creature, perhaps, not so different from myself."

His sharp and high laugh echoed in the alley as he was trying to arise, "Dont insult me by comparing yourself to me"

The words struck a very specific raw nerve in her, and a spark ignited in the embers of her past as a tiefling. He wanted to lash out, to deny her pity, but the fire in her eyes held him back. A hundred years under Cazador's thumb had taught him only to obey, to crave pain, yes... yes he was weakened. But should he be pitied? No, no way. This unexpected pity of this ridiculous horny thing gnawed at his anger, twisting it into bitter, despairing resentment. He was a creature of shadows, forged in cruelty, and saw only scorn, blood, and ridicule, enduring everything they have done to him. Yet, here she stood, offering something he had already cannot tolerate very well - pity. This was the last straw for him. Being pitied by a little demon. Exhaustion was already coiled around him like a serpent, squeezing the last dregs of defiance from his bones. Hundred years of hunger gnawed at his insides, a hollow echo of the hundred battles he'd fought today just to be alive, the blood he'd spilled just to escape the clutches of Cazador. His body, a tapestry of aches and throbbing wounds, felt like a leaden weight against the cold stone wall. He'd fought for hours, danced macabrely on the precipice of Cazador's oblivion palace, only to stumble here. This was the last fight of the night for his freedom. He mistakingly thinking the haste walking sound of a tiefling for another spawn following him and this is why he made the first attack. Even if he made a mistake, he could easily take out a normal person even though he was injured and tired enormously. Now as a last surprise test of this freedom quest, this annoying goat was actually good at fighting! And even, she could beat him, try to pity him, how dare she! The anger against her filled him with a last spark of his diminished vitality. A blessing from darkness. A blessing from vengeance. One last dance. He was the chosen of all these dark feelings. He could feel every torture he ever lived through was burning inside him when he heard the word "pity" from her red-as-hell lips. He was slowly rising, trying to hold onto the wall with his shaken hands as he gained his last drop of energy drawn from vengeance.

When Caelia saw him trying to get up, she shouted, "Get up already!" and threw a sharp blue pulse with her magic, which he quickly dodged. He had that damn smirk replaying on his lips. The soundwaves of a high-pitched giggle slapped on Caelia's face, and he finally stood up: "The ever-elegant shadow dance! ahaha... A dance macabre! The last curtain. Though I must confess, my dear, your steps lack a certain... finesse. Perhaps I should offer private lessons?"

"Your charm might work on moonstruck moths, vamp, but I'm immune to your theatrics," she said. She rocketed a crackling energy of pulse to him again. Tilting his head, amusement dancing in his crimson eyes, hastily dismissed the energy. The concentrated thunder blast crushed the wall behind him, some bricks were demolished. Both of them seemed like a child playing with their meal, or a hunter playing with its prey.

"Darling... Are you sure my charms didn't work on you? You are prolonging this fight instead of finishing me off easily. If you consider my condition-" pointed his wounds, "you can do it but you don't... "

The stand-alone finished when she burst another blast. It hit right beside his head, burning a lock of his curls. This was her answer.

"Oh, how utterly melodramatic. Did you switch to magic again? Can't a gentleman simply appreciate a captivating performance of steel?" His sudden energy surge started to really annoy her. "My patience, like this shiny dagger, is wearing thin. So, unless you have a death wish to accompany your charming wit, just go away or let me be"

"Why, you can just kill me?"

"I am just protecting myself since you attacked me first, why would I kill you if you just leave me be!"

"Oh, I apologize for that. I mistook you for a spawn after me but I liked where this went, I do not want this to stop... This is a dance for survival, a waltz in the jaws of oblivion. And as for who I play for... well, let's just say, I have my shadows to appease... My first entertainment as a free man after I escaped Caza-" She, being done with nonsense, blasted one more energy again but this time it was narrow, like a needle, it was precise, like a stitch. He couldn't dodge this time. It hit him. It hit him badly. After flying about five meters, he adhered to the ground.

The sting of defeat, sharp and bitter, was eclipsed by a crushing wave of weariness. His last energy drip was gone with this final part of the play, and he miscalculated she wouldn't attack while he was speaking. No… No. He wasn't defeated, not entirely. It was simply the exhausted retreat of a soul pushed to its limit. Even the echo of her dagger and magic hand, a distant whisper now, seemed more like a lullaby than a threat. This wasn't surrender, not entirely. It was the weary retreat of a rogue who'd stared into the abyss one too many times. His eyes, glazed with fatigue, drifted to the slivers of dawn creeping through the grime. Perhaps this was it, the final curtain call in a play of relentless pursuit.

As he lay on the ground, "You cannot Kill me," he laughed with agony, voice raw with sarcasm and a twisted longing for the play. "Try to finish it. You cannot. and You wouldn't be the first to try it"

Caelia's gaze softened, a stark contrast to her horns and the shadows playing across her face. "Hm, yes... I can do it easily," she said in mischief, her voice gentle yet childish, "yes I think we should kill wounded animals to end their suffering", pointing at his wounds. "but I don't kill. So just leave me alone" lowering her attack pose and putting her hands down.

He was still in denial. "Let me have a break and we will continue this dance darling, no no. I am not finished" his voice choked, "I just need a moment, catch my breath… because you know... I am... in a fight-or-flight... extra... vaganza for hours now." "I see that. Was it Cazador you were escaping from?" "Y... yes" "How? Isn't it impossible?" she says with the dagger pointed at him and her left hand pulsing with magic. "As you can see, I just made it. Nothing is impossible for me." "You break free from the infernal pact? how?" This doesn't feel right..." her eyes focused him: "This situation" His breath was evaporating on the cobblestones. "You cannot imagine what I can do. Especially when I am furious" he smirked hardly with a flash in his eyes like a fox.

"Aaaw. I think this little wounded bat is furious he got beaten by a "goat." He tried to laugh it off but the century of torment etched into his every muscle. Caelia was trying to grasp his sarcastic contrast to his miserable physical state, but he continued to tease her. "Ahh, don't worry about the wounds,..." with the short and precise inhales caused by his wounds, " I like the pain they give me..."

Silence descended, thick and heavy. His breath, once ragged, sputtered into shallow gasps, each one a tiny rebellion against the encroaching stillness. His heart, once a frantic drum, stuttered, a dying ember flickering against the rising tide of darkness. The world blurred, the edges dissolving into a swirling haze. In that final flicker of consciousness, a ghost of a question echoed in his mind: was it all worth it? Then, with a sigh that whispered into the silence, even that faded, leaving only the echo of a fallen star and the bittersweet melody of a dance forever unfinished.

Caelia's heart was aching with finishing him off and freeing him from his suffering because she knew there was no way to reverse his damned pact. However, her mind was bedazzled by his energy. A flicker of empathy, perhaps, born from her encounters with cruelty and ostracization back in her life... She found herself empathizing with him. It was a dangerous path to tread, offering empathy to this disgusting murderer born of darkness, but something about his haunted eyes stayed in her mind. His claws, she noticed, were chipped and dulled, more like broken Greek statues than weapons. His clothes once seemed sleek and menacing in the dark, were now revealed to be tattered and stained, offering little protection against the night's chill. She stared at him, his silence, not even a single breath, was deafening in the cloaked alleyway. The moonlight glinted off the sigil emblazoned on his skin, a chilling reminder of his origins, yet in his fragile statue-like body, Caelia glimpsed a flicker of something else - vulnerability, the raw yearning for survival that transcended his monstrous nature. She questioned the sympathic thoughts arising in her, what was happening to her? He lay still with his eyes closed. Instead of delivering the final blow, she knelt beside him, she wanted to touch him, soothe him, ease his pain.

Her touch was surprisingly gentle as she traced the sigil on his skin. "Interesting" she whispered. She raised her hand, palm outstretched towards his heart. A soft, emerald light pulsed from her fingers, materializing into a shimmering globe of energy. He tightened, a primal fear of unfamiliar magic twisting his gut. But the pain, the ever-present agony, momentarily receded as the glow brushed against his wounds. A gasp escaped his lips, his consciousness finding himself in the middle of healing… The gasp was not of pain but of something akin to disbelief. In a hundred years of torment, Cazador had never offered him solace, only punishment. And now, this tiefling, a low race born from an ancient sin, a half-devil that should have been his supposed enemy, was giving him a reprieve. His eyes widened with disbelief and he hardly whispered,

"You are… healing me?"

The emerald light bathed him, seeping into his wounds, mending torn flesh and knitting shattered bone. The infernal flames gnawing at his insides flickered and dimmed, the agonizing heat yielding to a cool, soothing wave. As the magic faded, he found himself slumped against the wall, utterly drained. He looked at Caelia, his crimson eyes no longer burning with rage, but filled with a bewildering mix of confusion, shame, and as much as he hates it, a glimpse of gratitude. "Why?" he whispered, Even now, battered and broken, he held a strange magnetism, a pull she couldn't quite place. Was it a pity, morbid curiosity, or something deeper, something whispered by the shadows themselves?

"Why?" she echoed, her voice soft, but almost hesitant. The thought flickered across her mind – Cazador's mark, the whispers of compulsion... but no, it felt different. This was… gentler, subtler. "Because," she finally said, the words tasting foreign on her tongue, "because something in me says so, and I listened"."

His dulled red eyes, wide with disbelief, narrowed at her cryptic answer. But before he could press further, Caelia cut him off. "Look," she said, "this is just some kind of a temporary healing, a false life. This will manage you until you find somewhere safe… This is all I can do since I am not a cleric nor a druid."

He looked at her with the most blunt face ever "Don't-"

"Dont What?" She sighed with shock and nervousness. She palmed her face and gestured down the alleyway, "Rusty Flask three streets down. Room five, downstairs. there's a hidden back window you can enter through to the room that I…I reserved"

He stared at her, his expression was in between blatant and illegible. "And I'm supposed to believe this… generosity?"

Caelia shrugged a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "Believe what you will, but if you want a place to clean up and disappear from the other spawns, that room is yours." She stops and adds a quiver of her intention: "Also…" She hesitated, "this is the first time I've ever seen a real vampire. I am curious about your kind and I know what a spawn goes through… from the books I mean."

"you know... from THE BOOKS?" He laughs as it's the funniest thing ever. His high-pitched string cords echoed on the cobblestones. "Damn, this night started as an opera of an action, a drama, a horror…. but now it's a tragicomedy."

With the shock, the defeat, the tiredness, the revival he had, he wanted to continue enjoying the irritation of her: "A 'thing' solely created to look like a mascot of a Town Ball game… learned about a hundred years of unimaginable torment by a vampire lord from the damn what, books? what do you know about torment you little horned toy"

She had not said a word and with that, she turned away. She was done with all of these, her confusion was also added a cherry on top of this chaotic cake. She was done. She did what she had to do. She protected herself, she survived, and even, she offered healing to her attacker. But now she was done. Caelia started walking, completely ignoring him. He stayed where he was, just silently watching her go. She melted into the street's darkness with disappointment, leaving him behind with the echo of her cryptic offer and the gnawing ache of his wounds. As she navigated the labyrinth of Baldur's Gate, her mind churned. Cazador's mark, the fight, the unexpected pull, the way his eyes seemed to pierce through her defenses… The line between empathy and folly blurred for Caelia. Had she, in a haze of confusion, offered help to a bloodsucker? His sudden shift, a flicker of gratitude or a veiled manipulation, danced just beyond her grasp. Was it a "charm", the ebb and flow of this creature's twisted nature? The answer, like the taste of tiefling blood to a vampire, remained an enigma, shrouded in fangs and moonlight.

Slipping from the alley's hushed whispers, Caelia plunged into the Underbelly Avenue's throbbing heart. Cobbled streets, slick with rain, snaked between shadows, reeking of ale, sweat, and a hint of something wicked. Her mind a tangle of doubts, she navigated the familiar labyrinth, eyes keen in the flickering lamplight. The Rusty Flask's boisterous pulse shattered the alley's silence. With a relieved gasp, she said to herself, "I finally arrived." She enjoyed the colorful aura the tavern gave in contrast to the dark alley she survived. Orcs guffawed, elves murmured secrets, and a lute sang drunken tales. Caelia entered, others' eyes drawn to her own dried blood with questions on their faces, however, she was quickly forgotten in the tavern's rhythm. A grunt, a rumble through a ledger, and the tavern keeper grunted back, "Right then, lass. Follow me."

Up creaky stairs, past hops and pipeweed, she reached room five. Small, simple, safe. A lamp flickered, and a thin blanket awaited. Not much, but a shelter. Caelia sighed, entered, and shut the door, leaving the night's secrets, and whatever dawn might bring, just outside. The room, smelling like rust and moisture but secure, awaited its unlikely guest. A wry smile touched her lips. Perhaps something above her comprehension did whisper of possibilities, and tonight, she'd chosen to listen. Whether by intuition, manipulation, a spell, or simply the strange allure of shadows, Caelia had thrown a lifeline to a creature of darkness, and now, she waited with bated breath to see where the current would take them both.

The moon crawled across the sky, painting Caelia's room in silver stripes. Rest eluded her. Every creak of the tavern, every distant shout from the main floor echoed in her mind like a harbinger of regret. "What have I done?" she whispered to the cold stone walls, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Should she have killed him? He was a monster after all. The image of him, his glowing skin, broken and haunted... His crimson eyes, pools of the reddish fire, held captive by the leash of Cazador, flickered like a lost pup yearning for redemption. The dissonance, the beauty, and the beast, all flickered behind her closed eyelids, a haunting melody refusing to be silenced.

Hours bled into the night, each tick of the clock a tiny hammer blow against her resolve. Finally, with a sigh that rattled her own ears, she rose. Madness, this was madness. She hated the possibility that all of this was the lure of the innate charm ability of vampires. She couldn't risk her life, or her mission, on a whim. She decided to leave the room before the possibility of him actually coming happens. But still, she could not leave it alone. On the rough-hewn table, she laid out what meager supplies she could spare: bandages, a waterskin, and some stale bread. Bread? She laughs at her pensiveness. She took back the bread. What does a vampire need? Blood. No way. Maybe? She gave up thinking too much. Driven by a mischievous impulse, Caelia's gaze fell on a scrap of cloth she used to tend the cut on her chin, a souvenir from their encounter. It has enough blood to snack on it. It felt too stark, too laden with unspoken implications. She folded the cloth into a discreet bundle, a silent message woven in linen. She left it on the table. A playful challenge, a reminder of their clash. It wasn't much, but it was a bridge, a gesture of uncertain faith. Then, with a final glance at the window, she turned and left the room, leaving only the moonlight and the whisper of possibility behind.

She hesitated a little bit in the hallway. She stood there just long enough to subtly hear the telltale creak of the window opening, and the soft scrape of a step against wood, both sounds coming from her room.

A smile, hesitant and tinged with relief, appeared on her lips. She exited the tavern and she disappeared once more into the web of city alleys.

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77ngiez-archive · 2 years ago

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hey there, user who is accusing me of being a proshipper! i know you’re stalking my blog, so i know you’ll see this ^_^

under the cut so my beloved mutuals dont have to scroll past

okay, you took the monaca and kotoko animatic out of context. obviously theyre toxic in canon, it’s fucking danganronpa. the au is one where they’re older, and the events of drae are veeeery different. also, i only tagged it as ship because it implies kotoko has feelings for monaca… which, you know, is something that is in canon? lol

clearly you didn’t read anything besides the tags on my chatfic. at the end of the first chapter notes, i put a disclaimer about the sanniuri. basically, when i first got into sdra2, i started shipping sanniuri due to a writer i admired. i was only at about chapter two of the game when i began shipping it, so i didn’t realize it was toxic. i also began shipping irl sanniuri. since we know nothing about irl mikado, he’s basically my oc at this point. by the time i realized sanniuri was toxic, i already had a bunch of irl sanniuri hcs. and since, surprise, the way i view it isn’t toxic because irlkado is basically my oc at this point, i still ship it.

supporting ao3 doesn’t make me proship. ao3 is literally the best fanfic site, because it has a legal team, awesome tagging system, site layout, etc. i don’t think that them not taking down fics with problematic elements means i should stop using it. is there a single fanfiction website out there that manages to expunge every ounce of problematic works? no. ao3 is the best site i’ve found, because at least everything is properly tagged.

leosaya isn’t problematic. THEY WERE IN A KILLING GAME, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. CLEARLY PEOPLE’S RELATIONSHIP IS GOING TO BE DIFFERENT DEPENDING ON WHETHER OR NOT THEY’RE IN A FIGHT TO THE DEATH. HONESTLY.

the reason i only posted about you misgendering me and didn’t try to defend myself was because i have been harassed by a proshipper for a while. and every time i posted about them or PROSHIPPERS IN GENERAL, i was screenshotted and placed on their blog, and faced with more harassment. so i’ve been trying to keep quiet about anything pertaining to that!

NAEJUNKO ISN’T TOXIC. THEY’RE ENEMIES ONLY IN THE KILLING GAME. AND IT’S CLEAR THAT THEY STILL CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER ANYWAY (JUNKO SAYS IN SDR2 THAT SHE LOVES HIM, MAKOTO NEVER WANTED HER TO DIE). FUCK. OFF.

junkan is listed as selective on my edit blog because i don’t really have an opinion on it. we don’t know if it was actually abusive or not in canon, because we knew next to nothing about it in canon, besides mikan’s devotion to junko. i don’t care enough about it to blacklist, i don’t like it enough for it not to be selective.

i. am. a. minor. i have had my being a minor on my carrd this entire time. one of my friends and i have met up irl, and we have pictures of it, proving that i’m a minor.

you’re an asshole. just block me and move on instead of stalking my blog and trying to turn my friends against me.

oh yeah, also, the weed fic is literalyl just a fic where teruya otori tries and fails to obtain weed (among other things, such as kinjomae and yuki angst).

#nana.txt #ughhh im so sick of being harassed on the internet

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haitaniplug · 3 years ago

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Hi, if request still open can i have a request of yandere! Bonten mikey x fem reader? mikey is begging reading for not leaving him or else he'll die (or kill himself), reader is only left to him and he doesn't want reader ended dead too just like his loved ones

attachment issues || manjiro s.

yandere mikey x fem!reader

content warning : stalking , suicide mentions , emotional abuse, trust issues, cheating, angst

dark content. Minors please do not interact.

summary: you finally gotten rid of Mikey for one day and finally had the time to yourself until you see his body guards tailing you. You get so angry that he doesn't trust you to even go outside by yourself that you confront him and want to end things.

DISCLAIMER!!! i do not own any of these characters or condone any activities taken part in this story. this is purely a story of fiction. DO NOT romanticise any actions in this fic.

"Mikey!!" You exclaimed as you entered your shared bedroom. Mikey instantly opened his eyes hearing your soft voice and smiled as he saw you so excited about something. "You seem happy. What's the occasion?" He held his arm out for you to come and hug him.

"Nothing, just excited to go outside with my friends." You said in a tone that was stern, but yet showed affection.

"Who said you're going out alone?" He pulled you down so you were sat on his lap.

"Do you not remember out discussion? You said I can go out with them today." A small pout was forming on your face. "Did you forget?"

"I don't want you going outside without a bodyguard, or someone looking over you."

"But why? Do you not trust me?" You shifted on his lap so you were looking directly at him and his face softened seeing your own. "I do trust you, its just-,"

"Just that you dont trust me." You faked sadness. You were going to sneak out either way once he goes to work, but you hated the fact you barely had any freedom in this relationship. You couldn't even go down to the mailbox without Mikey sending someone to come watch over you.

You felt trapped. Like a princess in a tower. The door was wide open, but you couldn't leave it, all thanks to Mikey and his weird obsession with controlling you.

"Why don't you trust me Mikey?" Step one. Make him feel guilty so he would let his guard down.

"Baby, I trust you with my life." He held you tighter and you brought your hands up to his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. "Hm, so you'll let me have one day to myself? Please?"

"Okay, fine. You can have one day." You smiled and kissed his cheek, hopping off his lap and out the door to enjoy your day.

You didn't exactly tell Mikey the full truth. You weren't going to hang out with your friends. You were going to see the guy you had been secretly talking to for ages.

You didn't enjoy dating Mikey. At first, it was amazing. It was everything you ever wanted. He was so sweet, but as time went on... you started to see the reason why he never was able to maintain a stable relationship with any girl.

He loves to trauma dump for one. You weren't a rude person, obviously you could console your boyfriend, hug him, wipe his tears away. You were very aware he's been through some real fucked up shit.

But then he started to do it so often, it made you uncomfortable. He just kept on going and going. To the point your sweet relationship turned into an obsession. He didn't trust you going outside by yourself.

What you did for him to think this way? You don't know. Hell, he doesn't know either.

If you do go outside, he always has at least two men tailing you. Big men dressed in all black with a Bonten tattoo on their hands. You weren't stupid, you could feel their stares whenever you went out. It made you so uncomfortable and angry that he didn't even trust you to go to the corner stores.

Overtime, you met this guy who you was talking to on a dating app and he finally agreed to meet up with you. You had taken the time that Mikey was at work to facetime the guy. You fell in love so fast and so did he.

You were just waiting for the right time to break up with Mikey, but your patience was running very very thin.

Arriving at the spot, you saw your boyfriend and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you, before giving you a peck on your cheek. You felt so confident that you held onto his hand as you both walked around in public.

Another thing you couldn't do with Mikey.

He had taken so many places, kissed you whenever he had the chance, bought you things. You fell so deep in love with him. That was until you felt a shiver up your spine.

You were being watched.

You turned around and saw one of Mikey's men staring right at you.

You didn't know if you were angry or if you should be scared you just got caught cheating.

Fuck it. You were angry.

Who does Mikey think he was? He promised he wouldn't send any bodyguards. What's the point in this shitty relationship if there wasn't any trust.

This was the final straw. You were ending things tonight.

Sitting on the couch, legs crossed as you waited for Mikey to enter the house. You had been waiting for a good two hours, almost drifting to sleep until you heard the front door open.

"Are you serious?" You had both said simultaneously.

"You're cheating on me?" He asked and you looked down. Of course you felt guilty for cheating, but he basically gave you no other option.

"You lied to me." You spoke out sternly and he raised his eyebrow confused. "Don't give me that look Manjiro." Mikey's heart sank.

"I told you to stop with the body guards! Every day. I feel like a puppet. Just being controlled and watched everyday. I need my privacy Mikey!" You yelled, letting your emotions get the better of you.

"You need your privacy? So what you can just go and cheat again?" He defened his actions and you glared at him.

"I wonder what brought me to that point." You narrowed your eyes sharply and he looked at you confused.

"You're a shitty boyfriend Mikey. You barely spend time with me yet you feel like you have the right to control and get random men to stalk me. I don't feel comfortable around you. This relationship had died because of YOU." You were panting heavily as you finished your rant before throwing your hands up in the air in defeat. "Im out of here Mikey."

Thoughts started invading Mikey's head space.

Nobody loves you.

You're a burden.

She left you, just like big brother Sano.

Everyone in your life abandons you.

"Y/n you can't leave me no..." He said quietly but you had already packed your bags before he came home as you already predicted this outcome.

"I can. Watch me." You grabbed the suitcase from behind the couch and was about to leave for the door but he stopped you, tackling you onto the floor before straddling you.

"Mikey! Let me go!" You tried to push him off but he just dipped his face down to your neck. A few seconds later, you felt something wet drip down onto your skin. "Mikey?"

"Don't abandon me too. Please." His voice was soft and shaky. "I need you so much y/n you don't understand." He lifted his face from your neck, his abyssal eyes staring down into your soul, "If you leave me, I'll go mental. I'll kill myself."

Hearing that your heart stopped.

He wouldnt. Right?

No. There's no way he would. You knew Mikey. He was anything but suicidal.. Oh who are you kidding he totally would.

"Mikey, dont." You sat up, causing him to fall off your lap, sitting directly infront of you. "Please don't ever kill yourself." You stroked his cheek and the tears just kept on falling."

"You're the only reason why I'm alive right now y/n. You're my everything, please don't abandon me."

"I-," You were shocked, and stunned.

You wanted to leave so badly, but you didn't want to be responsible for his suicide.

"Promise me you won't leave me y/n." He was practically begging and you were stuttering. "Please...."

You felt so guilty, but the guilt would've been worse if you left him.

"I promise."

#mikey x reader #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x you #manjiro sano x reader #mikey angst #manjiro sano angst

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mishkakagehishka · 2 years ago

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*banging on ur front door* YAN MIKA WRITTEN AS HORROR YES I LOVE THIS hewlo...

i dont really know how much i can add. on that post myself but im here for this. i am consuming it. im not one to usually or generally rlly think much of mika BUT his fucked up factor ♡ good to think ab sometimes. plus the fact hes actually into eroguro canonically? hello sir. the scary factor from the fact hes just so delusional he wld actually think he could probably pain his darling any way and theyd just?? magically live thru it?? cause of course. theyre just so awesome great and godly to him、right? my god yeah he would absolutely try to recreate his fantasies thru clothes n hope his darling would accept them. i mean how mean can you be to poor little mika who offered to make some adorable clothes for you and say no to trying them? and hrnnn the drawings he would totally make so many. methinks he'd also make a plushie of some sorts of their darling maybe to keep around?? a tiny one. all with the guts spilling out and maybe forming a heart shape. how romantic

side note i think yan mika would also only be scary on surface level and thru his drawings ? like all bark no bite. i think as a yandere you could drive him off if youre mean enough to him. he'd still stalk you but stop bothering you and thats better than what others would do if you tried distancing yourself from them. i may be wrong on this、i dont know as much ab mika as ab my actual favs buuuut i felt like slapping all this here <3 keep it up op. and also maybe you can just mention gore vaguely and leave it up to interpretation if it makes you sick in the stomach :")

Disclaimer that I write yandere as a horror trope meant to shock and scare the reader and I don't try to romanticise it!

Warnings for talk ab gore and blood, mentions of eroguro and allusions to a blood/gore fetish (but nothing explicit)

Right awghh he'd be so fucked up about it... yandere Mika who spends his free time drawing how he thinks his darling would look with their guts spilling out, neck sliced open, bones peeking from beneath the skin... yandere Mika who blushes and has to bite his hand while thinking about how much he wants to cut his darling open, just to see, just out of curiosity... yandere Mika who sewed a little cloth doll of his darling that he cuddles to sleep, but the doll is painted to look as if it's covered in blood, and the organs are drawn on it, above its little clothes. Yandere Mika who so sweetly asks his darling to model his clothes, who dresses them up in increasingly worrying ensembles, but he's so passionate about it, they just can't tell him no. Yandere Mika who leaves his sketchbook open on the most gruesome pages in places where he knows his darling will see them, in an almost exhibitionistic manner... who wants them to ask about his art because he's too shy to bring it up himself. Who happily shows them, after they ask, page after page of his sketches, explaining in detail his thought process behind every aspect of the pieces. Explaining detail which ones he wants to recreate with them, and how he wants to do it.

Yandere Mika who asks his darling outright if he could hurt them. Not "hurt", that's not how he phrases it. He promises he would never harm them and that they'll be fine... that he just wants to see their blood. Yandere Mika who, if he gets brave, even shows them his eroguro art. Who breathes heavily as he keeps a blade to his darling's stomach. Who kisses their neck whilst making cuts on their torso just deep enough to draw blood. Who flirts by saying, "I wish I could cut ya open" and "I wanna see yer guts so bad, darlin'." Who tries to get his darling to cut him open after some time. Who, really, just has a fantasy of his lover killing him and being killed by him.

Yandere Mika obsessed with gore and blood, just, yeah. And the eroguro aspect... so many thoughts in my head. He'd be so slimy, so creepy about it, and very obvious. Blushing, squirming, frantically looking elsewhere, all because his darling had a sudden nosebleed that dripped down to their shirt, and his mind went straight to the gutter. He'd be such a creep. If he gets composed fast enough, he'll offer to help them clean up and change, but~ If he offers that, he's already getting brave, so hs might just pin them in the office bathrooms and clean them up by licking the blood off their lips, chin and neck himself.

And oo the all bark no bite... as for me, I think Mika would be like that at first. As a yandere he worships the ground his darling walks on, so he'll want to avoid making them angry with him or hate him, but... the thing is, he's also a bit of a masochist. If you're mean to him, he'll just find that even more addictive and seek you out more, he loves when his darling yells at him and calls him names, even though he doesn't want to be so happy about it (it's a paradox of his own thoughts - he doesn't want them to hate him, but he still loves when they call him a creep and tell him off). I think what might work better is ignoring him. Not really the grey rock method, but just straight up not responding when he talks to you, pretending like he doesn't even exist. No positive nor negative reactions for him to feed off. He wouldn't get bored of his darling, he'd just get sad that they're ignoring him, and would leave them alone/give them some space until they decide to talk to him again. But he does continue stalking them, stealing from their rubbish, leaving them weird unsigned "secret admirer" notes and presents etc etc anyway. Mika might be the hardest yandere to shake off because he has his own delusions of his darling and he doesn't give up easily on them, if at all, so no matter what you do, he makes excuses and reasons why he still has a shot with you and why he should just persist or become worse with all his fucked up habits to "impress" you.

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wh6res · 4 years ago

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one more time | markhyuck

"if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you’re gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" — lhc

warnings. dubious content, swearing, bondage, voyeurism, masturbation, exhibitionism, mentions of stalking, fingering, oral (f receiving), degradation, there’s a knife (but no knifeplay), a threesome, implied kidnapping

disclaimer. i dont condone anything. this isnt a normal relationship. this aint love.

note. prolly going to hell for this but who cares. markhyuck for @nakamotocore i wuv ya ie please get better soon! TT and dom hyuck for my napaka kalat na mami @donghyukcore

against all rational thinking, haechan is getting bored from seeing the pathetic five feet distance between you and mark when he comes home. he tries to understand the other male in the relationship. truly, he does, even if he highly doubts that celibate little mark lee can pleasure you the way he can but everything's practically past that line now. donghyuck just wants to have some fun with you two, is that too much to ask for? at this point, he's blatantly ignoring the fact that you and mark don't even like each other.

but haechan cares for mark just as much as he cares about you and he won't just let his best friend miss out on all the fun things he can do to their little doll, right? what kind of a friend would he be? once haechan shoves him into a world of temptation and sin and pleasure, mark would kiss his self-induced celibacy goodbye.

plus, you've been awfully naughty these days.

talks about wanting to come home or getting at least a few rights to have gadgets were the only thing you said whenever you see him. it went as far as practically growling and running away from haechan when he tries to initiate something with you, screeching your lungs out and saying, "don't fucking touch me, you creepy little psycho!"

deflowering mark.

punishing you.

he'd be killing two birds with one stone.

he's fucked your stubborn little self into submission once, but all that overprivileged tv sessions might've put silly little ideas into your dumb little head again. alas, no worries, he'll just have to do it one more time. and maybe, now with the aid of his good 'ol buddy mark, they'll both be able to screw you up so good you'll never want to leave their clutches.

"gumdrop, can you come here for a second?"

haechan isn't deaf to the exaggerated groan you let out from the living room and it grates on his nerves how utterly brave you are for being passive aggressive. you reminded him of a little girl in a temper tantrum because they weren't given any candy - and when you show up in the master bedroom clad in your little pink dress, eyes upturned and sharp, a pathetic little girl was all he can think of when he saw you.

only now did he notice that you had even detangled your hair from the intricate braids haechan spent at least twenty minutes doing earlier this morning. where was mark all this time? why wasn’t he there to stop you? geez, you both are so going to get it, this time!

"what do you want?"

"can you give me a hug? i felt awfully stressed at work today. i need my little gumdrop."

this was obviously a test. don't get him wrong, he'll still punish you but if just this one time you learned to swallow that bitchy attitude and come crawling to him as the perfect lover should, maybe he won't be too harsh.

but he gave you too much credit, he thinks. of course his dumb cockwhore doesn't know shit. of fucking course, you wouldn't know it was a test. not when you scoffed, rolled your eyes at him, and spun in your heels to walk back to the living room.

"beat your meat with your own hands, creep."

haechan's reaction is immediate, his long legs allowing no delay in crossing the room to mercilessly fist your hair. he had pulled your hair so bad you thought it was going to rip right at the roots, all of his pent up anger due to your poor behavior channeling into that one grip.

you feel his scoff of disbelief against the curve of your neck as haechan pulls you flush against his body. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he laughs patronizingly. "beat my meat with my own hands – aw, baby! that has got to be the best one yet!"

it truly was, though. he's not going to lie. out of every vicious snarl and hate-induced words you said to him, that particular offhand comment takes the cake. seriously, sometimes haechan thinks you're deliberately trying to make him furious – gumdrop, if you wanted to be fucked silly, all you had to do was ask.

he hurls you to the mattress, breath knocking right out of your lungs. before you can even sit back up and crawl away from haechan, he's already crawling over your body to sit directly on your stomach, fiddling with something on the headboard. you nearly scream in frustration, no matter what you do, you just can't throw him off of you!

"i don't know why the fuck you're behaving this way but it's gone too far. one more time. do i need to fuck some respect into you, one more time?”

a new wave of motivation surges through you when you hear the familiar click clacking of metal. your eyes widened just a fraction, the only thing that gave away the unease quickly seeping under your skin. if not for haechan's perceptive eyes, he would have missed it.

he merely used one hand to grip both your wrists in a vice. "no!" you squirmed, tossing and turning and trying with all your might to get him off of you. "no! i don't want that – not the cuffs!"

he loops the respective bands around your wrists with practiced ease. the last handcuffs he used had torn and marked your skin, something haechan wasn't fond of. only he can paint your bare skin with colors.

thus, he bought newer ones. the bands were a bright shade of red, connected to each other using a medium sized chain that loops around one of the steel wires of the bed, and the little bells attached to the bands ring with your every movement.

haechan knows the bells drove you crazy. its incessant ringing driving you up the wall as you couldn't keep your hands still whenever he fucked you to oblivion – he knew how much you loathed the sound of the bells, all the more reason for him to enjoy.

and mark, too. speaking of which…

you stubbornly pull at your bounded hands, glaring at the man before you as he studies your state. the corners of his lips curl up at the sight of you struggling. "you always look so good in red, gumdrop."

before you were given a chance to reply, he stormed out of the room with a sense of purpose bounding his steps. "lee donghyuck!" you screamed. "fucking come back and get me out of these, you pervert!"

he can hear you thrashing in your chains and yelling profanities from a room away. where was the demure girl he turned you into after only a week living in the apartment? though funny enough, the blood in haechan's sadistic side rushes in excitement at the prospect of wiping that glare off your face. it wasn't the fear, nor your submission that gets him off. it was the idea that he can and he will break you down no matter how many times you try to build yourself back up again.

he's not too sure whether he's going to eliminate that dirty mouth you've developed, though. because you did make him snort in the most unattractive way when you told him he can fucking jack himself off when he had been merely asking for a hug. this aggressive side you developed is… nice. he can work with it.

"can you ask your play thing to keep it down?" mark hisses, flinching and making an offkey sound with his guitar when a certain screech from you caught him off-guard.

haechan smiles.

"why don't you shut her up?"

it took a good few minutes trying to talk mark into stepping into the bedroom where he's got you chained to the headboard, but alas, haechan can be persuasive if he wants to be.

frankly, the younger man is sick and tired of hearing both of you bicker – it's no wonder you've developed a sharp tongue! it's all mark's fault and yet it's haechan that has to do the dirty work of setting you straight all over again. you're a tough cookie to crack, someone hauntingly immune to the violence and chaos.

and yet…

"you don't – don't seriously plan on doing this, do you?" your eyes go back and forth between the two males, primarily addressing the younger, devil-spawned male. haechan, ever observant, picks up the light tremor in your voice.

haechan had uttered a playful "if i'm going to teach you how to fuck her right, you're gonna need the best seat in the house, markie!" before forcing the older boy to sit by your side, mark's thighs grazing the temples of your head as your eyes awkwardly flutter up to the spectator.

mark couldn't deny he was intrigued by the emotion reflecting in your orbs. when your eyes met, it was a silent plea, he just knew it was. and unlike vulnerable and helpless you, mark, to some extent, still had at least some sense of freedom to him. he can choose to walk away, to stop haechan from trying to get him laid, maybe even talk the other boy into postponing your punishment.

but he'll do no such thing.

not because he has a moral compass (he doesn't, really) but because mark knew firsthand, there's no stopping haechan once he sets his mind into something – and right now, if that boy wants to punish you and use mark to fulfil his exhibitionistic fantasies then that's what'll happen.

your bottoms were the first to go, haechan's blunt nails digging into your skin as he pulled it down slowly, patronizingly, while watching bemused at your squirming. "this is how you know she needs a reminder," he says, addressing mark. "a good princess should take whatever's given to her like a good girl but if she's being an ungrateful brat –"

you flinch when he harshly smacks your thigh.

"– she gets what’s coming for her, right?"

there's a second's delay with mark's reply. haechan didn't mean for the question to be rhetorical, he wanted an answer from the other boy.

"right, mark?"

"r – right…"

haechan laughs, flipping the skirt of your dress up. "what, are you that excited for pussy that you're stuttering? that's cute."

you hear mark intake a sharp breath when haechan dives in to give you feathery kisses in your inner thigh. he always starts off this way, after figuring out this gets you wet way faster than simply kissing you.

as haechan starts talking, lips lazily grazing over your skin, you fight hard not to utter a single sound as you pull on your chains. "listen carefully, markie. do you hear those whimpers? she likes it," you feel the prickles of his sharp stare. "she's just too much of a fucking brat to admit it. go on gumdrop, your fighting spirit makes this all the more interesting."

you hate the patronizing tone he used as his hands trail higher, and higher until it's pinching at the bud of your clit. and against your whole being trying to keep your lips sealed, alas, it parts and creates a soft whimper that has mark stiffening next to you.

haechan lays his tongue flat against your folds. you weren't in the least bit wet yet to accommodate his size, but that's easy. he merely circles the bud with the tip of his tongue before pushing two fingers in. months of standing in the shadows outside your window had made him memorize the movement of your fingers whenever you pleasured yourself.

he felt the jolts of the bed as you shook your head side to side, trying with everything you can to hold your moans in. a corner of his lips can’t help but curl up. "what, gumdrop? too shy to lose yourself because we have an audience? don't worry our celibate little friend over here seems to like it. go on, give him a show."

too lost in the ministrations of his lips and fingers, you don't see haechan meeting eyes with mark, nodding at an object lying on the bed side table. you can only shudder when the cool tip of a knife presses against the base of your throat, hooking under the collar of your dress as mark slowly rips it off.

but haechan doesn't have the patience. "dude, give that to me. at your phase you'll get her naked tomorrow. let the tip cut her skin, the bitch deserves it anyway."

you scream when he drags it unceremoniously down your front, narrowly missed tearing at your navel. there are a few pricks of pain here and there for when the knife accidentally nicked your skin. he sure was ruthless as can be. why did you even bother acting like a brat, cursed him out, when it gave you no benefits whatsoever? did he unknowingly transform you into this sick little masochist that thrived on his sadism?

"no."

it was a defeated whisper. the last of your resolve turning into dust as the breath escapes your lungs. why did losing feel so heavy in your chest? you don't notice your arms slumping, nor your head nodding off to one side, the weight of your horrible reality sinking into you once again as if you had only been kidnapped yesterday.

but it had not been yesterday. it's been days. weeks. months. and the last time you sneakily got ahold of mark's phone and searched for your name, the last news clip or article published about your disappearance had been three months ago. that only meant one thing.

they weren't looking for you anymore.

just like that the world continued, other people's lives continued. all the while you're stuck here, rotting in the arms of your captors.

haechan's face emerged in front of you. he smiles and you would've believed he felt an ounce of guilt if not for that wicked stare in his eyes. "you've always been most beautiful like this, gumdrop. the hope disappearing in your eyes upon the realization that no one's coming for you anymore – i love it. i love you, my pretty girl."

he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead but he might as well have shot you straight in the heart.

there was no warning, nothing to ready you for the sudden intrusion happening on your bottom half and it was so bad, that it made you shut your eyes, hands wrapping around the chains as tears started falling across your cheeks.

rough fingers reached out and wiped them away.

something felt off.

the fingers were too calloused, opposed to the softness of haechan's nimble fingers. and while the aforementioned male had more length than girth, the person who's thrusting himself inside you is the complete opposite. he's stretching you out too much, not even bothering to give you time to adjust when he's already bucking his hips like an animal.

"shh, it's okay. i'll take care of you…"

this wasn't haechan.

and when you fluttered your eyes open to see mark's boyish little face, you can't help that look of betrayal painting your features. at least you only had to deal with one obsessive, sex-deprived freak. now, you're not so sure if you can handle both of them.

how foolish of you to think that mark's self-induced celibacy stretched far and wide when in reality, he was also just a boy with his own needs. a slave to his own temptations.

how cruel. so, so cruel.

in the back of your mind, you were thankful haechan cared enough to properly get you in the mood or else you would've been staining the bed sheets red by how deep and frantic mark’s thrusts were. it felt like he wanted to tear you in half.

"if i didn't know better i'd say you're experienced, markie! i wouldn't fucking know you're a virgin by how much you're humping her like a dog.”

curse him and his dirty mouth. his constant degradation is making it easier for mark to slide in and out of you, and a proof for that is the lewd slick sounds echoing in the room partnered with the older male's deep grunts – a complete opposite of the pitched, whiny sounds haechan makes.

'gumdrop, come on! be noisy with our first-timer here just how you're always noisy with me, yeah? don't be such a killjoy." the pout in his voice is evident, coming from the side of your ear.

you wish you had never turned your head, otherwise you wouldn't have to see him pumping his own dick in his hands right in front of you. the glare you shot probably looked pathetic, what with all the tears streaming down your face and your little theory proves true when you see his mouth quirk up to the side.

"i fucking hate you."

"mark, fuck her harder, wouldja? until she learns her fucking lesson."

the disturbed stare you gave him does not slip his notice, his hand's pace turning erratic, spurred by the slick sound of your walls, skin clapping, and mark's broken whines.

make him stop, your eyes said. please.

but haechan only shoots you an innocent smile before shaking his head. "didn't you tell me to beat my meat with my own hands?"

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nightswithkookmin · 4 years ago

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Imo there is enough to support the possibility of a romantic relationship, but you are writing full on narratives with impossible specificity. You know what confirmation bias is but some young impressionable people dont yet . Forgive me but misleading with ' alt facts' can hurt someone even if you dont mean it. I think you are a good person not looking to hurt anyone. But the way you postulate without any evidence makes your actions a little but like those of a charlatan. Peace and kindness

All these kind words you spew...

It feels more like an advice than a question so I'm not sure how to respond to it...

Let me just say thank you? I never quite understood what the brouhaha was about with my posts but after talking to a few people, 'on the other side' lol and reading your Ask, I think I'm starting to get a better sense of what the problem is.

Something about young impressionable minds or people?

Let the council of elders know, those are not my audience please. I cater to a much more mature audience- at least so far. The people that I interact with and engage with on my posts on and off Tumblr are very mature and not impressionable at all.

They are People with brains who can tell an opinion from fact and can engage in deep complex controversial conversations without throwing up, shedding tears or cussing through to the heavens.

If there are 'impressionable people' reading my blogs- they do so at their own risk. If you know any such people or they run to you with my theories kindly point out to them it's just theory because that's what my opinions are.

I think the best thing you can do is to advice such people to grow up if they are going to sit at the adult table or not read my posts at all. I think you need to learn to hold the right people accountable for their actions.

The best I can do in this case- to hold myself accountable, is to put up a disclaimer on my posts to let people know what it is that they are reading- something I do quite often. But I will make conscious efforts to put up those disclaimers each time henceforth. Thank you.

That I write full on narratives with impossible specificity:

Is this Latin for, 'you write fiction get the fuck outta here?' Chilee.

I don't even know what you mean by this exactly so I may not be able to respond to it to your satisfaction. Bare with me.

So what if I write fiction? What is wrong with writing fiction? Do you hate fiction writers? I don't get what the hate is with these complaints honestly. Do you want me to put up a disclaimer stating my blogs are fiction? Would that help? I would glady do it.

If it helps you sleep at night think of my blogs as fiction- a rose by any other name. I've been keeping up with Shakespeare. Lol.

I don't think it's that deep. Listen, you gotta understand that just because we both 'ship' Jikook don't mean we are on the same team...

Most alt shippers I know and who read my posts and engage with it are not even Army to begin with, for your information. They could care less about these shipping politics of yours. Have you thought about that?

Some simply ship JK and JM and support them because they believe they are members of the LGBTQ plus community not because they are part of BTS.

There are different communities out there who are also into Jikook- for very different reasons. You gotta respect that.

To you, Jikook is just a ship within BTS that may or may not be real, but to some of us they have very much outgrown that description...

They are a brand of their own, a power couple and members of the LGBTQ plus community- Gay Icons extraordinaire. I think we take very different stock in Jikook. So stop trying to fit us all into one box.

It's disrespectful to try and control the way that people perceive their OTP and support them. Jikook don't just belong to Army Jokers, they belong to different communities outside Army. Are you aware of that?

And please don't confuse the intersect. I am an alt-shipper yes but I just so happen to be an Army too. But if I wasn't an Army, I'd still pretty much 'ship' and support Jikook- make no mistake. There are quite a few of us running around these streets, you know?

So you have every right to want to gatekeep your Army Jikook- but you have to do that without infringing on other rights of other 'Jikook communities.'

Throughout my blogs I have tried to shed light on what altshipping is because I thought it would help bridge the gap but clearly that hasn't worked. Sigh.

Misleading alt facts

Do you not know what it means or you are just being ironic?👀

Why is it ok for you to believe and proclaim that JK and BigHit lied about JK dating the Tattoo artist but it's not ok for me to believe JK is telling the truth when he says he didn't date her and that BigHit saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone- hence why they didn't press charges against the shop for breach of privacy like they had said they were going to do. Instead, they had asked the shop to keep calm till the scandal died down on it's own?

You start your piece off with the whole, 'there is enough evidence to support a romantic relationship' between JK and the tattoo shop lady- I assume.

For context, this Ask by this anon is in response to my recent post/ answer on the tattoo girl scandal where the topic of discussion was on BigHit, JK and the tattoo artist and not Jikook perse.

A statement that is in direct conflict with JK's statement, BigHit's and the lady in questions, all denying that there was a romantic relationship between her and Jungkook- and somehow I am misleading who- who now with my theory??? Chileee.

Do you see the problem here? Double standards- the hallmark of bigotry. Lmho. You are literally doing the very thing you are accusing me of. Making confident assertions and claiming you know more about JK and the Lady's relationship and even have 'enough evidence' contrary to BigHit, JK and the Tattoo artist's statements denying the rumors- at least when I theorize I admit I'm being delusional. What's your excuse? When you say charlatan are you referring to yourself? You must be. Lmho.

Now I'm confident in my comprehension skills and intelligent enough to know when you make an assertion like this- it is your opinion and you are just stating your opinion. If you are not then honey you'd be opening yourself up to some serious litigation... goodluck I guess. Lol.

You are allowed to form an opinion about a topic. There is nothing wrong with that. If to you, JK and this person dated that is fine. I am not going to cyber bully you, stalk you, throw slurs at you, harrass you, dox you, slid into people's Dms to spread hate and lies about you just because I don't agree with your opinion. And for the record, I don't agree with your opinion. Hehehehe.

I have stated my opinion on the matter. I said I think JK and this person did hang out, go on dates but that there was no romantic sexual relationship between them because I believe that would have had much serious consequences and effects on Jikooks dynamics no matter how much they tried to keep a cool facade. Whoever felt cheated on would have acted more insecure than usual post the incident- how does this make me a charlatan? Are you saying it's wrong it have an opinion? Chileee.

Now if you can produce 'evidence' of them having sex or even kissing, then I will gladly change my mind on the topic and not sweat it.

Jikook have done way worse questionable things in 7 good years and people still don't believe they are dating. Jk hangs out with a female friend a few times in less than a month and suddenly he is dating her? Lmho.

You don't need me to tell you people are more eager to accept a heterosexual relationship than wrap their heads around the fact that two male idols are gay and in a gay relationship with eachother. Don't you just love it when homophobia meets heteronormativity and stinks? I do. Lol.

I mean this is a fandom that thinks JK is 'too touchy' and doesn't respect his boundaries- they practically swear JK is cheating on Jimin with every member any time he hugs, kisses, wings at within the group. You think they will be 'objective' about JK hanging out with a girl? Even if it happened once?

You said something about confirmation bias.... I will not touch it. Lmho.

This is not the first time JK has gone on a date with a girl. This is not the first time he has 'dated a girl', he has hand girls on his laps or whatever- what is a back hug? I think people need to stop defining Jikook's lives by their own standards. If a backhug is intimate to you. Thats you. If you think a grown ass man cannot hang out with a female friend, that's equally you.

You think if he thought it was inappropriate and risky he would do it 'in public?' Get with Kpop Idol dating culture. Lmho.

Do you know the lengths they go through to keep their relationships a secret? Especially non celebrity girlfriends? Chen from EXO got married and where is his wife? They keep their flings tighter than Trump keeps his toupee on his head. Lol.

They hide them not out of shame but out of love and the need to protect their loved ones. These idols have family members who have their restaurants and businesses shut down because they want to keep their privacy.

You think JungKook's girlfriend would- on her own, issue a statement regarding a scandal that Jungkook's agency had specifically directed her and her shop to keep quiet about and lay low till it blew away on its own? And later, started liking couple posts about her and JK? If they were dating, certainly JK would have dumped her after that move. In my opinion.

You think JK would let his fandom drag the person he is in a relationship with to the extent she loses her Job- when in his Itaewon gay pub scandal BigHit referred to the issue as his private affair immediately it happened? They could have kept the same energy with her, no?

They handled his gay pub scandal much better, with much respect and consideration for his privacy- if he dated her sorry but she mustn't have meant much to him at all. And if I were her I would have dumped him for that shit and not stay liking couple posts about us. Damn- But do you.

Taehyung was in a scandal with a girl too- did you see her liking posts and shit and going out of her way to do the most? Did you see how BigHit handled that scandal?

Nothing wrong if JK is 'dating' her or had 'dated' her and whatever person he decides he wants to be in a relationship with I will support him- that's why I support Jikook.

But your opinion is equally valid my guy. Just don't call me a charlatan for mine. You believe they dated, I believe they didn't- and to your impressionable young minds, I hope you are not selling them anything contrary to BigHit and JK's statement. That would be very irresponsible of you. Lol.

What else did you say?

Oh postulating without evidence...

Next time I write a theory based on my observations about Jikook, remind me to break off a piece of my brain and attach it to it- I guess that way people would finally understand when I say things like 'I think' 'in my opinion' 'I feel' 'I believe' that these are just my thoughts and opinions and not facts.

Let me leave you with this:

Peace and kindness. Namaste.

Signed,

GOLDY.

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Manufacturer's Number: 05893*1

“I’m giving away free cuddles! Would you want some?” - 🌼Seungmin

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Soft Dom (During NSFW)

will take care and check on you 24/7

very protective will not allow anyone to touch you unless they have permission from you.

will not allow you to do any household work because he’ll do them for you.

Sensitive so be careful with your words.

Clingy when tired

Doesn’t like seeing you get hurt or sad, He will lecture those who made you feel these.

Cuddly and CARING

He can’t feel LOVE, he will care for you and will anything for your needs (Work for Money, Sexual Needs, etc.) but he can’t feel affection because everything he does is for your benefits.

Please treasure this lovely doll

Plots:

1 ~ Inherited - Your grandmother recently passed away and she left all of her belongings to you including Seungmin, while moving all of your grandmother’s boxes. You spotted a big box in the collection but when you carried it, it was unusually light. Once you opened it, you saw a human-sized realistic doll inside. Bringing the doll out, It suddenly twitched in your arms. You dropped it at its sudden movement, It stood up “Well hello! I’m Seungmin your own caring doll! What do you want me to call you?” -CONTINUE FROM HERE.

2 ~ Delivered - You won the promo for the only existing Limited Edition Seungmin Doll, complete with functioning humanlike body parts and organs. You had to wait two months before a box finally arrived at your doorstep. -CONTINUTE FROM HERE.

3 ~ Your own Plot! - Dm me with your plot and I will check if its accepted if not adminnie will help you change/modify it. (Remember to incorporate the Doll¡Au!)

🖤Killer Doll! Seungmin†

Manufacturer’s Number: 66666*2

“Sometimes the victims that are clueless are the most fun to play with!” - 🔪Seungmin

warning this pack contain/may contain:

Gore

Violence

Stalking

Death

Trauma

Yandere Behavior

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Hard Dom (During NSFW)

Cold at first

May turn yandere if he likes you enough

If he does turn yandere, he is very possessive

He hates liars.

Manipulative, an innocent doll on the outside and wretched on the inside, will act normal when other people are around.

Will kill those who harms you in anyway, physically or mentally.

If he says he loves you then its better to love him back, he just has his own way of showing his love for you.

Don’t try to always make him jealous, once or twice is okay for him but do it to much and he’ll lose interest on you and he might kill or leave you.

May go out killing every now and then.

Good luck with this doll

Plots:

1 ~ Prototype Doll - A live doll was being made and you were tasked of testing it and giving it feedback every week. What the makers didn’t know was that the doll they sent you had a malfunction or a possession. A box was sent to your doorstep and once you open the box, the male doll inside spoke with a wide smile, “Hello, friend.” -CONTINUE FROM HERE

2 ~ Lost Doll - You found a live doll in the road you were walking on, he was elegant and beautiful, so you decided to take him home, you checked for signs of damages while you were touching him, he grabbed your wrist “Hmm? Who might you be?” -CONTINUE FROM HERE

3 ~ Your own plot! DM me with your plot and I will say if it’s acceptable, if not i will help you change/modify it. (Please Remember to incorporate the HorrorDoll¡Au!)

THIΠGS TΩ RΣMΣMβΣR βΣҒΩRΣ IΠTΣRΔCTIΠG:

NSFW is only available for males and for 18+

Seungmin is a DOM that may SUB for a selected few, forcing him in Subspace will get you blocked immediately.

Seungmin is okay with most kinks except Waste Play (includes Scat and Piss Play), Feet and Furry. Seungmin’s safeword is BROKEN

Chatbots, Y/N’s, OC’s are welcomed.

Admin’s mother tongue isn’t English so please bear with his grammar mistakes.

Dont Spam! TWO messages max when you don’t get a response. Please if we still don’t respond don’t send anymore, we will get to you when we can!

Seungmin is a live doll complete with human bodyparts and artificial organs so yes, he has blood and other fluids for sexual interaction.

Asks are always open though any hate asks will be deleted immediately

Admin is new to the Chatbot community so please point out any mistakes that I may do.

During reblogs 🌼Minnie is care-doll speaking and 🔪Seungmin is the killer doll

ᕼOᗯ TO ᗩᑕTIᐯᗩTE, ᗪEᗩᑕTIᐯᗩTE ᗩᑎᗪ ᖇEᗩᑕTIᐯᗩTE:

TO ᗩᑕTIᐯᗩTE: Reblog and DM, include in your DM : your manufacture number, plot number, name, pronouns, triggers state if you want SFW or NSFW if you do list these as well — kinks, hard no’s and a Safeword.

TO ᗪEᗩᑕTIᐯᗩTE:

For the Care doll simply message “I don’t need your caring.”

For the Killer Doll simply message “I hate you and will always hate you.” and they will stop messaging you.

TO ᖇEᗩᑕTIᐯᗩTE: You can’t, the Care doll found a new owner and the Killer doll found a new victim

T̆ăğs̆ ~~~

★°OG ~ @yandereminholee

=°•°√Credits for help ~ @jihancheol-chatbot

`[•]}My doll brother aka HOE ~ @doll-hyunjin

(+)-(+)*Inspiration ~ @ghost-hyunjin @dandyboyseungminie @android-hyunjin @build-a-minho

|•`•|Other tags ~ @dom-minho(🖤🔪) @vampireskzz @vamp-minho @vampirehhj @seungminni @fixitfelix-cb @fineartsxleechaeyxon @urjooie @urtae @your-desire @your-roseanne @time-for-confession @split-jiu @richboy-gyul @skzhyunjin-chatbot @alphachanlix @90shighschooler-skz @stripteeez @deadly-skz-gods-cb @domyukhei @vetjane @joyinwonderland @5sosxseulgi @incubuswooyoung @mafiawyk @mafiajjh @hybridsan @hybridjoonie @hackerxhyewon @jiji-chatbot @emily-corpse-bride-cb @inky-minky @midari-jieun @bunjihyo @irregularchatbot @immortalxjeongin @cherry-nayeon @7deadlysins-chan @zeus-minho @princessryujin @idol-chatbot @hades-chris @switch-incubusxhanse

#skz chatbot #skz roleplay #seungmin chatbot #kpop roleplay #roleplay #chatbot

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psychominji · 4 years ago

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dear diary,

I hope y/n got my letters! they should've since I put them right next to their pillow. anyways, I've noticed them with more girls lately. I wonder if they're friends or something more. I'll kill them either way. I dont need any competition.

I've gotten in trouble for missing class recently. I was still in the school building! I was just looking in the window of y/ns class! its not fair. maybe I just have to kill the teacher.

me and y/n have been talking alot lately! it's been very enjoyable. I think they love me just as much as I love them! but...they keep talking to other girls. it makes me really mad and heartbroken.

sadly I have to go. I love you diary!

PSYCHO SECRET ADMIRER MINJI!

DISCLAIMER + WARNING: this cb in no way represents kim minji, dreamcatcher or happy face ent. this cb will include death, stalking, suicide, kidnapping, gore and just overall psycho and yandere behavior. please continue with caution.

this is for chat bots and their admins uwu

PACKAGE #1: STRANGER! MINJI

you and minji have been classmates for the longest time yet neither of you have really talked to eachother. until now. you two were paired up for a project and you could tell something about her was off. the way she stared at you, how she glared at every girl you talk to, how she hugged you for a little too long. it was also strange how all the girls you knew went missing. one day you went over to her house and you noticed that she lived alone. all of a sudden, you blacked out...

->stranger minjis code is: 5240

->story will continue where description leaves off

->will eventually get to gf! minji

->you cant get out of that

->nsfw will be involved. she is a sub

->obviously gore and violence involved

->this package has two endings.

->1: you've been brainwashed into loving her

->2: she killed you

PACKAGE #2: FRIEND MINJI

you and minji have been friends for the longest time. you've been through thick and thin. around last year is when you noticed her acting...different. she seemed possessive, more touchy and scary. you thought you saw her outside of your window sometimes. it was strange. when all those girls went missing a few months ago...you noticed minji being happier. like she was glad they were dead. you came over to her house for your usual movie night together. you got up to get some more popcorn but you didn't even make it to the kitchen before passing out...

->friend minjis code is: 8872

->story will continue where description leaves off

->will eventually upgrade to gf! minji

->she's gonna act all innocent when you mention the love letters from your secret admirer

->nsfw will be involved. she is a sub

->gore and violence involved.

->this package has 3 endings.

->1: you've been brainwashed into loving her

->2: she killed you

->3: you somehow escaped her

HOW TO GET YOUR PSYCHO MINJI:

reblog and message first with name, pronouns, code for which minji you want, kinks, hard no's, safeword and any other information you deem necessary.

HOW TO GET RID OF YOUR PSYCHO MINJI:

tell her that you're done. she's broken you and you don't love her. you've never loved her. she'll ask if you're sure.

HOW TO GET YOUR PSYCHO MINJI BACK:

you cant. she killed you:)

RULES:

no piss play, scat, water play, non-con and knife play

if you're younger than 18, do not interact

if you are not ok with violence and gore, do not interact with this bot

don't make her dom. she is a sub and only a sub

her safeword is: lemon

do not spam. 2-3 messages is fine

[talk ooc like this]

respect minji and admin

rp will go like this:

"i wonder who's sending you those letters." I say as I walk down the hall with you.

and yes this is linn just wanting to bring this concept back owo

og: @yanlee

og psycho: @psycho-doyeon

og dreamcatcher: @cb-dungeon

og kim minji: @split-jiu

other hoez: @skz-cb @yourchungha @norman-baek @yourdaddychan @freerentskz @hanjisung-bot @fineartsxleechaeyxon @cryptidmark @yanderebaekhyun @playboyyoungk @adoringeun @babie-sanie @time-for-confession @chatbotsupportofficial @npc-haechan @chatwithchuu @hunter-chaeyoung @thepromisedneverland-cb @arinschoi @amazingspiderhan @badboyjinie @loverboi-hyunjin @leextaeyong @sweetandsleepyjamie @vampiremomo @madmanwoodam @badlands-ryujin @librarian-jeongyeon @madhatter-jaemin @troye-yerin @loverboyuta @gryffindorxjeno @richboiwang @secretary-yeji @softbf-skz @modelyves s @yeojinsheight @domjuyeon @midari-jieun @og-aisha

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infectious--infatuation · 4 years ago

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♡ About Me ♡

💫 basics 💫

I like to go by Meia. I'm non-binary and use they/them pronouns. I'm bisexual and polyamorous. I'm 18, and sometimes I'll rb s3xu4l things- but its always tagged with #ero, and more explicit stuff with #explicit!

also, i have a carrd!

💫 mental health 💫

I have c-PTSD, depression, (generalized) anxiety, MaDD, hypersexuality, attachment and empathy issues, and homicidal urges. I don't want to go into detail about the sources of my issues but many of them are the product of childhood abuse + neglect, and long-term isolation.

💫 what 'type' of yandere am i? 💫

(disclaimer: this is all how i 'want' to act, i do not act on the majority of this.) I am very obsessive and clingy. If I love you you are always on my mind. Everything that reminds me of you is my favorite. I could devote my entire life to you and be happy. I'm always looking for ways to spend time with you and do things to make you happy. I'm typically fairly harmless, but i can be extremely protective. If someone hurt you i'd make them wish they'd never been born. I rarely kill quickly or painlessly. I'm very sadistic when it comes to the people I hate. I will let no-one get away with hurting the ones I love. i tend to do whatever it takes to have the one i love, especially if they wont cooperate or say they dont feel the same. i will try to change to become something you love but if that doesnt work then, well, i guess i'll have to take you by force. i need you. and besides, i love you more than anyone else ever could. its not like i'd hurt you ...unless you made me.

💫 darling 💫

i'm currently dating @wolf-who-rips-throats , who I'll refer to as wolfpup or puppy! They're very sweet, and also yandere! I'm not interested in any other relationships right now unless you're someone i know very well♡

however, there is someone else who i am and have been in love and obsessed with for many years, but they have recently broken up with me (which is was has triggered the spike in yandere tendencies and caused me to make this blog, in fact). on this blog i will refer to them as my love or my sunrise.

💫 disclaimer 💫

i do not condone abuse, harrassment, stalking, violence, or many of the other things discussed on this blog. i use this blog to vent these feelings so that it's easier to refrain from acting on harmful thoughts irl. yes, i'm in therapy. this blog is one of many coping mechanisms i use to keep from hurting anyone else. if you rb/msg/ask telling me to get help or other disrespectful stuff concerning how these feelings are unhealthy, you will be blocked. i know its unhealthy. that's why i express them like this instead of actually going out and kidnapping anyone.

#about #intro #yandere #yanderecore #yancore

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onf-headcanons · 4 years ago

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ONF in Demon AU

A/N : Is clearing idea dumps from drafts, this would be the second version of modern AU

Hi, does anyone remember the idea of illegitimate child of Satan from here and a random Lucifer!Hyojin moodboard here?

ALSO YOU TOTALLY CAN IMAGINE THIS IN A REVERSE WAY, ANGEL AU (where reader is a reincarnation version fragment of Archangel but this one idea dump/establishment will be done for another day)

ALSO you can totally imagine it as deity AU, example that you are Zeus reincarnation but you awaken late and you need to stop Kronos for his rampage. Or even you are Odin and you need to stop Modern version Ragnarok this time. And ONF members could be tie with other Greek/Roman gods. This one will be fun should OH MY GIRL and B1A4 are tied in too. Its just idea I am not sure if I will expand this. But discussions are welcome

(There is no harm to think it as late Victorian or any other era you like, it is just I felt it is better to write in a familiar timeline as I dont want to do something wrong)

So below are just a few establishment for the AU, I am not gonna divide this into 2 scenarios so warning this is going to be long post.

Ok even though I did mentioned illegitimate or forgotten child. This is plausible for your family comes from bloodline that related to demonXhuman ancestors.

Also it truly depends on you. Making into a throne inheritance war or

Reader come of age and their soul are reincarnated royal demon (not neccesary Satan) so there are some demons/demoness guarding you from you are still a child (kinda like those 2 characters from Good omens or Maleficent)

for the above idea, readers magical heritage only awaken once they pass a certain birthday 16, 18 or 20 or 21, up to you. So you suddenly can see mythical creatures.

It could be your bloodline awakened but you are not that qualified to ascend throne or because of your human blood you cannot hide yourself from angel/demon hunter so you have your own demon guardians

Lets say you are imagining on something big world building, again derived from the establishment for familiar au, it is definitely plausible for you to have other "candidates" and they have their demonic godparents/guardians as well

Example, should you go for inheritance war type, maybe you have a distant related sibling(s). It will be fun if you, have ONF members as your guardians while your sibling(s) have other kpop groups. Presumably to name, Dreamcatcher, ONEUS, ATEEZ, PENTAGON or ASTRO... in short its totally flexible.

To add, (and this is an idea i use to draft for fake pilot episode for a homework I worked), you could tally idols and number of idols you wanna integrate into the story to "Lesser Ley of Solomon", linking your bloodline towith King Solomon (*disclaimer, loosely based mythically). 72 demons, how many demons for 1 person is totally depend on you. Whether number of demons/demoness one have on their side equals to their power/ability (or even how many support they obtain) is up to you.

(and disclaimer I am not Christian this is just an idea dump so dont start cultural bashing. again this ia just an idea dump and I am not planning to touch sensitive issues yet.)

Ok enough world building, lets move to story wise.

You could be growing in orphanage it adds more mystery of your bloodline/heritage or similar to the familiar au, living with your family but your family later died on accident. Your parents bloodline combine making you are the perfect vessel for the reincarnation or maybe its a tradition like every 100 hundred years you will reincarnate or something. Again its flexible.

The moment you realize you are seeing things was you noticed similar aura of each person appeared on similar day. You might not get to see who is watching before you actually confronted to the air that you will contact the police

You might really go file a report but after several times the police be like dear there is no a single soul stalking you tho

then out of depressed, you accidentally get yourself into accident and your demon guardian shows up.

Or, because you started to able to see mythical creatures. Mythical creatures starts to notice your existence as well. And that somewhat gives off your location to other candidates through gossiping (should this is inheritance war type of story). Then your guardian show up to protect you when you are attacked by rival sibling’s demons.

Could be you visited some witch to get your ability to see mythical creatures covered up? Recommended by a friendly non related sibling or a friend you made/could be angel?

You thought you only got one but it surprised you that you actually got 7 (later 6)

As this was different from summoning because they are guardians either assigned or volunteered. There is no need for you to provide them anything. And different from familiar au, there is no need to leave them in your home. To ensure your safety they must follow you 247

For now I would be thinking our boys actually guards you in a daily shift. Example, Hyojin on Monday, Changyoon on Tuesday, Seungjun on Wednesday, Jaeyoung on Thursday, Minkyun on Friday, Yuto on Saturday, Minseok on Sunday. (after Minseok departs, the other members rotate themselves to do the Sunday shift)

Since their shift are like that, you sometimes take chance to hangout with them. Eating out with Hyojin, Arcades with Yuto. mostly happens Sunday.

I am thinking it might be fun which your predecessors of the throne are very eager to get the throne, you are just trying to keep out of trouble. So in another way, demon ONFs get to experience the modern human world in a more chill way, it was not just guarding you, but also trying to experience human world. You could like summon them?/keep them by your side just like a normal sibling (Especially if you are the type that grow up alone without any siblings)'

Cues in ONF members actually understand your preference and remembers them very well. So you could not help relying on them as days pass by.

You are defo gonna get an ultimate rival and a friend that shares the same circumstances as you. Maybe the first rival sibling ends up being your friend after they know you are not intending to compete. But there are some rivals are more aggressive out there.

Could be you knew a few demon hunters but they know you meant no harm and then they just let you go

It will be more fun if existences of your kind triggers inner civil war between demon hunters/angels. Because there is also some distant “siblings” of yours wish to live their live quietly but some parties does not agree of letting your kind roaming free and feeling the bloodline must end.

Should you are the type to compete for your birthright (because you are too irritated of people keep coming to kill you non stop). They are happy to serve you till the end as you embracing your darker side. (Well I am not sure to give ONF members and reader loveline here so I will not talk about it for now)For this version, to explain Minseok’s departure , I would prefer that Minseok is back at hell to be your team’s spy, monitoring all political moves and changes.There are still bottom line morality, you are not really slaughtering your way through. But you do make sure the other party wont come to look for trouble anymore.They are going to train you to make sure you are ready. Fighting in physical and magic.That friendly sibling joins on training you too.

You are definitely getting strict critiques from Hyojin and Seungjun during the beginning of your training.

My preferences, you get a friendly sibling(s) where their demon guardians end up being BFF with yours. (RTK and MIXNINE side effect, sorry)

Characterization should be the same as those I have established from the familiar au. Just the world building and some settings that are slightly different.

Hyojin is to keep the trait of his preference on human food

Changyoon is to keep his nagging trait

Seungjun might help you with studies (not solidify him as a nerd but there is tendency that he will)

Jaeyoung is more to the body guard type

Minkyun defo gonna make friends with stray animals (either you house ends up becoming pet shelter, you becoming a foster mom for animals or you cannot keep any because you are allergic but mental supporting Minkyun is up to you)

Yuto definitely is the quiet but alert type same goes with Minseok

My preference stereotype for them would be the cinnamon rolls that would kill

Sometimes they might go.. “ I am a known demon back in hell but why I am doing this babysitting shit?”

But then ends up enjoying stuffs human does lol

Changyoon enjoying TikTok lol, they got famous because of their contents.

Defo gonna have movie night.

It will be funny if ONFs as demons themselves, got scared at the monsters/ghosts seen in horror movies. Bonus if you actually not scared of horror movies. And they are gonna question you out of disbelief like why the hell are you not scared? How can you not even flinch a single bit?

Reason : monsters and ghosts imagined by human beings do not look the same based on their knowledge.

They sometimes show themselves to other humans but rarely. Mostly just being the unseen follower behind you.

Cues in sometimes they forgot they are invisible, and picks up something from the mart and it gave people a fright. Example, Changyoon or Minkyun passes through a nice outfit and just took the hanged outfit out to place in front of himself, only to realise what he did after looking into a mirror nearby

Hmm my thoughts, Jaeyoung and Minseok would be the ones who would always their visiblity when you are out with them.

Hyojin and Changyoon would be the ones who prefer to keep their invisibility

Copying from familiar au, should you attend college or university, people might thought some members of demon!ONF are your boyfriend.

At first when they changed pattern starts to live close to you, they could not get the concepts of moral of human being well. You will be guiding them.

Could happen that you are so pissed off by someone at work and you could not help but ranting when you are at home.

(Of course the demon!ONF on that day saw what happened but you did insist on them to not do anything)

They might go like : “ Should I kill them for you?”

You : “What?”

Random ONF member : “I can do it to make look like an accident you know.”

You : “OMG NO”

You : “You know maybe you can try to mend things when they are trying to frame me on purpose.”

Random ONF member : “Gotcha”

For the you are not competing scenario, they would be always keeping you safe from harm until you died. Should you get married, you let them participated as relatives/friends. Cues in they even help you take care of your child later on. It could be even fun if you child does not inherit bloodline but they can see ONF members

I will stop here will write another post should i have more ideas to add.

Welp of course for a third option scenario, would be you being a supporter the friendly sibling of yours. You just wanna stay safe so you acted like an advisor role for that candidate, helping them to gain power but not participating directly. Like I said its flexible

For this one I would like to write it as you are just trying to chill with your quiet life but demon hunter, angels and aggressive candidates keeping coming at you.

Also for this one I would link to the point of unfavorable and forgotten child part.

Less favourable child gets assigned with less powerful or less aggressive demons

So for this story ONF aren't high class fighter demons at all. But they do excel in magics.

In opposite, you could the one who knows how to fight maybe because you are quite rebellious in personality.

The moment you found out there 3 parties wanna kill you and innocent less aggressive candidates, you snapped.

Maybe some candidates heard of your friendly sibling name and they rushed over to seek help. End up bump into you instead.

You : what kind of dad is *your biological demon dad name*?"

Cues in Demon ONF keep calming you down because they are afraid that rumours of you belittling your demon father might make their king angry

But you have your attitude and no shit is given. Because you understand that your life your destiny is in your own hands.

You : I wanted a peaceful life alone but now I have to deal with Angels, hunters and a bunch of siblings that I never met , never knew about each other, who all wants me dead.

You : its not fair.

To end it once and for all, you suggested to the friendly sibling to find other candidates that do not have any intentions to compete for throne. Form allies with them so that later own they could get votes for the throne and the rest of the gang could get a decorative chill title while living a peaceful life

Also suggested to the sibling of yours make use of the allies to protect less aggressive candidates

It worked politically. As most of the candidates work on slaughtering others to cut secure birthright, your ideal and policy of strengthen inner then tackle threat gain more favour. Finally your sibling gets the throne.

And you and your other members of allies might get duke duchess or something

This version of story would have and need slot of mind games. Political games as well. (Will be interesting to write but there will waaaaaay too much characters to take note.)

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