#I love them and would die for them actually

[lvl1l1]

Yes hello I will sell my soul to you if you give us a “who did this to you” type reaction with the love and deep space boys WAIT walk with me their lover calls them trying not to cry asking them to come get them they show up BAM they see them with bruises barley holding it together the ask what happened BAM AGAIN tears just crying as they explain that someone they kind of knew made a pass at them and when they were shut down they hit them yeah they are a hunter but they were so stunned who’s losing it and about to commit a crime and who’s silently about to actually ruin their whole life for hitting their princess that the boys would love and die for

All seriousness I know I made light of the reaction but I fully understand the serious implications of it if you don’t feel comfortable or that this is maybe to heavy to post feel free to ignore it I couldn’t find any rules about what you wouldn’t write for I hope this request doesn’t make you uncomfortable or is triggering in any way and if it is I sincerely and deeply apologize

“Who did this to you?”

Or: LaDS men when someone hurts you

pairings: Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb x Reader

WARNINGS: assault, harassment(please lmk if I missed smth)

content: hurt/comfort

a/n: someone tell me if the new format looks better

Xavier

The apartment was so quiet without you there.

Xavier was lying in bed, awake for a change.

He originally planned on taking a nap but as he noticed your side of the mattress being cold and untouched, he couldn’t fall asleep.

Sleep refused to come to him, while you were still out with your friends.

He couldn’t resist the unease in the back of his mind, gnawing at him.

He kept his phone close, just in case you needed him.

He finally felt his eyelids getting heavier, when the shrill buzz of his phone brought him back.

Your name lit up the screen and he instantly sat up.

His lips curled up into a small smile.

He picked up, anticipating your sweet voice.

But the moment he answered, all he was met with, were soft, broken sobs.

He felt the blood in his veins freeze.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

His voice missing its usually composure.

His was already moving before his mind had even caught up.

His posture was rigid as he got off the bed.

“Xavier, can you come get me, please?”

Your voice cracked, barely being above a whisper.

Before you could even hear his reply, Xavier already teleported across the city, he couldn’t be bothered to grab a jacket or change his clothes.

The moment he appeared before you, his heart broke.

You were standing under a flickering streetlight, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as if to hold yourself together.

Tears were running down your cheeks and there was a slight tremble throughout your body.

But what made his hands curl into fists, were the bruises on your face, ugly, purple marks marking your perfect skin.

He didn’t move at first.

He couldn’t.

The fury raging inside of him was dangerous, violent.

He felt, that if he moved a muscle, he’d lose the weak grip he had on his restraint.

His jaw was locked, eyes raking over your form, taking in all your injuries.

His voice came out quietly, deathly calm but laced with barely contained anger.

“Who did this to you?”

You sniffled, forcing out the words,

“I thought he was a friend. The others left, we were standing here together and then-“

You interrupted yourself by choking on your words,

“He was-“

You inhaled deeply, trying to pull yourself together,

“When I rejected him, he got angry. He hurt me.”

The world around Xavier blurred momentarily, he felt consumed by the rage running through him, his ears were ringing.

But louder than that, was the sound of you, crying.

That’s what pulled him back.

You first

You were always first

He approached you, slow, careful steps, with his arms open but he wasn’t forcing you.

He was waiting, waiting for you to come to him.

You stumbled forward, collapsing into his chest.

The way he held you was oh so tender, one hand caressing the back of your head, the other drawing soothing circles into your back.

He was shaking now, not out of anger but the overwhelming desire to protect, to heal, to be enough to make all your pain go away.

“I’m here.”

He whispered into your hair,

“You’re safe now. No one’s going to hurt you again. I swear to you.”

Your sobs only came out stronger and he simply held you tighter, encouraging you to let it all out.

Minutes passed like that. Hours, maybe. Time didn't matter.

Once your cries finally turned softer, becoming hiccuping breaths, he pulled back just enough to tilt your head up.

His usually bright eyes were burning with something darker, colder.

“His name. Tell me.”

His voice was low, dangerous

You hesitated but you knew Xavier.

You knew he wouldn’t let this go, not when it came to you.

You whispered the name and watched Xavier’s expression harden into something even more terrifying.

“Let’s get you home.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, brushing away any left over tears.

“I’ll have to go for a bit after.”

There was a finality in his words, a promise.

You grabbed onto his sleeve weakly,

“Xavier, don’t. It’s not worth it.”

He looked down at you, pausing and his gaze softened again.

“For you,”

His voice a murmur,

“there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.”

In the blink of an eye, he brought you home, before turning.

The night swallowed him up, like a silent predator.

He was going to hunt down the man who dared to hurt the one who was most precious to him.

Zayne

Zayne stepped out of the hospital, watching as the last golden rays of the setting sun stretched across the city.

It had been another long day and he couldn’t wait to see you again.

Just as he reached his car, his phone buzzed up.

A smile immediately curled onto his lips, as your name flashed on his phone screen.

Maybe you had finished up shopping just in time for him to come pick you up.

He answered on the first ring,

“Hello, darling-“

But he stopped mid sentence, when he heard a soft sniffle.

His heart plummeted.

Your name softly left his lips,

“What happened?”

His voice was sharp with panic now, he felt his muscles tensing.

Fighting your sobs, you tried to explain, while tripping over your words.

You ran into this guy you barely even knew.

At first, it seemed harmless enough, just engaging in some casual small talk with him.

Your answers were short and clipped, trying to be polite.

Then, when you tried to leave, he wouldn’t let you.

He blocked your way, getting increasingly more aggressive when you made it clear you weren’t interested.

Zayne tighten his grip on his phone, something tightening in his chest as he heard how the situation had escalated.

How you had gotten hurt.

You sounded so small. So scared.

“I’m on my way.”

He said firmly, getting into his car.

“Stay on the phone with me, alright? Tell me where you are.”

You gave him the name of grocery store, telling him you were waiting in the parking lot.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel, as he weaved through traffic, dreading every second he wasn’t by your side.

You kept talking.

Or rather, he kept you talking.

His voice was low and steady, even when you fell silent, he didn’t rush you, didn’t push.

Just making sure you knew he was there.

When he pulled into the parking lot, his breath caught in his throat.

You were sitting there, curled up on the curb.

Bruises visible on your skin, he noticed your wrist swelling from afar and the blood drying on the corner of your mouth.

But what really got him, was the hollow look in your eyes.

He wasted no time getting out of the car, he crossed the distance with long strides.

The moment you lifted your head and saw him, the tears started back up and you let out a broken sob.

You got to your feet, feeling almost apologetic.

“I’m sorry, Zayne. You’ve been working all day, I shouldn’t have dragged you here-“

He cut you off, his hands cupping your face gently, so carefully as to not hurt you further.

“Don’t. Don’t apologise for needing me.”

You could hear the emotion in his voice,

“I’m glad you called. You could never be a burden. Never.”

You finally let your body relax, falling into him and he caught you, arms wrapping around you, securely.

You two stayed still like that for a long moment, he was holding you safe against him and you clung to him.

He pulled back slightly, he brushed your hair out of your eyes, tenderly.

"Let’s get you taken care of."

He said softly.

He lead you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in, a display of gentle care that made your eyes well back up.

The drive to the hospital was filled be a comfortable silence.

He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other rested on your knee in a silent reminder, showing you that he was by your side.

As soon as you arrived, Zayne parked hastily.

He held your hand as he helped you inside.

His face was grim and his whole body was tense but every time he looked at you, his gaze softened.

Once inside, he immediately called over Dr. Greyson.

After a few short, urgent words, Greyson took you under his care, leading you to a hospital room.

Zayne squeezed your hand before letting go.

"I'll be right here."

He said, voice low but certain.

As the door shut behind you, your boyfriend stood still before it.

He could feel his usually steady hands clenching at his sides.

His mind was racing, needing to make sure the man who did this to you would never come near you, or anyone else for that matter, again.

He sighed, thinking of how to best comfort you later.

Zayne would take care of everything.

You were safe now.

Rafayel

Rafayel stood off to the side of the gallery’s floor.

He thought tonight’s exhibition to be especially insufferably boring, the pretentious crowd leaving him annoyed.

He would’ve flat out refused Thomas if it hadn’t been for your soft kisses earlier that evening and your promise that you’d be fine hanging out with your friends.

That, however, didn’t stop him from mourning the time he knew he could’ve spend together with you instead.

All night, his mind kept drifting to you, your smile, your hand that had lingered on his cheek as you said goodbye.

He kept checking his phone, hoping for a message from you.

Nothing yet.

Some keen socialite kept trying to converse with him, throwing buzzwords around that he couldn’t care less for.

His phone finally vibrated against his palm.

Rafayel didn’t excuse himself, he simply turned and left, not sparing them another glance.

He lifted the phone to his ear, a grin pulling at his lips.

Then, he heard you.

You were crying.

His playful demeanour vanished in an instant.

He felt his heart constricting in his chest and his body snapped to attention.

“Where are you?”

His voice was low and commanding, not leaving any room for arguments, sounding like he was ready to tear through anything that stood in his way.

You managed to choke out your location through your sobs, somewhere a few blocks away from the location you had initially met your friends at.

You softly asked if he could pick you, not wanting to cause him any trouble.

“Trouble?”

He echoed darkly,

“I’m on my way already. Find a store and stay inside. Don’t leave until you see me.”

Rafayel hung up without another word, heading straight for the exit, ignoring the confused calls from the people around him and Thomas’s protests.

Non of that mattered. Nothing aside from you mattered.

The drive to you was a blur of red lights and the sound of cars honking, nothing that made him slow down.

His hands clenched around the steering wheel so tightly, the leather was creaking under his grip.

It was like the only thought on his mind was you.

You were standing by the door of a small convenience store, when he finally pulled up.

Your eyes were wide and red from crying.

Once you spotted his car, relief washed over your posture and Rafayel was out of the car and by your side in seconds.

He reached for you, one hand gently wrapping around your elbow and the other ghosting above your waist as he looked you up and down.

Bruises. Bloody fabric. The fear still lingering in your wide eyes.

Rafayel’s jaw clenched so hard the thought his teeth might end up cracking.

His body and mind were screaming for him to do something, to destroy someone but he forced himself to stay soft and gentle with you.

“What happened, cutie?”

He asked in a low tone,

He noticed the way you hesitated first but then you opened up.

You told him how your friends had all left one by one until you were alone with a man you barely knew.

You tried to leave before things got weird, but things ended up getting weird anyway.

He started making gross, inappropriate comments and when you tried to shake him off, he followed.

And lastly how when you turned him down for good, he decided to hurt you.

Rafayel didn’t interrupt you once as you were speaking.

He listened in silence, drinking in every word, every tremble of your voice and every tear that slid down your cheeks.

Once you finished, he pulled you into his arms, the way he touched you was so soft, so careful, almost reverent.

Like he was afraid any amount of pressure could hurt you.

As he held you close, he pressed his face into the top of your head, inhaling deeply.

“I got you.”

He murmured.

“I’m not letting go.”

He wasn’t pushing for the man’s name, not yet.

He wouldn’t ask for details he could find out later.

Right now, all you needed was him.

He carefully lead you to his car, helping you settle in.

You two spend the rest of the night relaxing.

Once you had gotten back home, he took all the time in the world to tend to you.

He gently cleaned the scrapes on your arms and knees.

He gave you one of his sweaters, having it frame you like a shield.

He made you drink water, brought you warm towels and curled around you on the couch.

Once exhaustion overtook you, you drifted off to sleep, leaning against him, your fingers curled loosely in his shirt.

And only when he was certain, that you were fast asleep, your breathing steady, did Rafayel slowly and carefully remove himself from under you.

He made sure to tuck you in properly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

And then his expression hardened into something sharp and dangerous as he picked up his phone again.

No one would hurt you and walk away.

He’d make sure of that.

By morning, that man would regret ever laying a hand on you.

Sylus

Sylus was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth while the meeting was dragging on.

The men sitting across from him kept talking and talking about things he could easily fix in his sleep.

His mind was elsewhere, with you.

He couldn’t wait until this was done and he could get home, grab a bottle of something decent and have you curl up against him, just as you had planned.

Thinking about you, waiting for him, a sleepy smile grazing your lips, was the only thing keeping him from snapping at the idiots in the room.

Then his phone vibrated in his jacket’s pocket.

He knew it was you but that thought didn’t exactly excite him.

As he read your name on his phone, he straightened.

You never called him while you knew he was working, not unless something was wrong.

Sylus quickly lifted his hand, silencing the man who was mid sentence.

He stood up casually, answering the call with his usual teasing charm.

"What's up, kitten?"

The moment your broken sobs reached his ears, his expression shifted.

You were crying so hard you could barely breathe.

He didn’t care about anything else but you, didn’t care for the men hearing the desperation in his voice,

“Talk to me, love. Breathe. Tell me what’s wrong.”

It took you a few seconds, your voice shaking but you finally managed to gasp out,

“Can you please come pick me up?”

He stalked out of the room, offering no explanation.

“I’m coming.”

There was no need for Sylus to ask where you were, you had stayed late at the Hunter’s Association to finish some reports.

He was familiar with your routine.

He quickly send Mephisto to your location.

On his way, he broke more than enough traffic laws as he ripped from the N109 Zone to Linkon City.

Your broken sobs kept replaying in his head and it caused him to lose focus multiple times, you were the only thought running through his mind.

When he finally screeched into a street near the Association, his gaze locked onto you immediately.

You were sitting on the sidewalk, looking so small.

Mephisto was protectively perched near you.

Luke and Kieran look out from the car, feeling bad seeing you like this.

Sylus moved without thinking.

He dropped to his knees right in front of you, the expression he was wearing was heartbreakingly soft.

One of his hands landed on your leg.

You looked up at him with tired and red rimmed eyes, a weak smile tugging at your lips,

“Hi.”

You whispered hoarsely, voice weak.

His chest tightened as he looked at you.

The desire to tear the city apart burning inside of him.

He controlled himself,

“Ready to go home, kitten?”

You nodded, lips trembling.

Sylus helped you up, wrapping an arm around your waist, holding you as if you were made of glass.

Once you were standing again, you quickly covered your mouth with your hand and started sobbing again.

Sylus was hurting with you.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering calming things, trying anything to ease your pain.

You clung onto him as he lead you to the car.

Once you were both settled in, Luke took off, driving back to the N109 Zone, while Kieran was glaring daggers out of the window.

You two were sitting in the back together and he was cradling you against his side.

His fingers brushed through your hair.

When you gained the strength to open up, you did.

While your voice was hitching here and there, you told him about the man, some guy you only knew through mutual friends, who ended up cornering you once you left the association’s building.

You told about how he kept pestering you, making disgusting comments, refusing to leave you alone.

How, when you finally turned him down firmly, he got violent.

Sylus listened to every word, not interrupting you once.

He didn’t ask for the guy’s name.

He didn’t need to.

He already had everything he needed.

For now, you were all that mattered.

Arriving at the base, Sylus carried you inside like you weighed nothing.

He set you down on his bed, covering you with the soft blanket.

He cleaned your wounds with a patience he wasn’t known for.

His touch never hurt.

Every single one of his movements was an unspoken promise,

“No one will ever hurt you again.”

He stayed close all night.

Held you until you felt better.

Ran his fingers through your hair until morning came and you fell asleep, curled up in his arms.

And once he was sure, absolutely sure, you were truly asleep, did he slowly pull away.

He softly kissed you on the lips.

Then, he straightened.

Rolling his shoulders, his eyes turned dark.

He wasn't going to leave this to his men.

No, Sylus was going to personally make sure that bastard understood exactly what it meant to touch what belonged to him.

By morning, the world would be free of one more pest.

And Sylus would be back before you had even woken up.

Caleb

Night was just starting to roll around when Caleb finally returned home.

His uniform felt suffocating after such a long day.

He was halfway through unbuttoning his coat, when his phone buzzed.

Your name lit up his screen.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He figured you and your friends must've wrapped up earlier than expected, and you needed him to come pick you up.

He picked up immediately.

But the moment he heard your voice, that smile crumbled.

You were crying, not the usual soft sniffles from watching a sad movie or dropping your snack.

This was gut wrenching, helpless sobbing.

Caleb stilled, his body tensed, something deep inside of him breaking at the sound of your pain.

“Hey, hey,”

He quickly said, voice gentle.

“What wrongs, pips? I’m here.”

You were stumbling over your words, hiccuping,

“Do you think you could pick me up now?”

You sounded so small, so weak.

“Of course.”

He answered without hesitation,

“Stay where you are and keep your location on.”

Not that he needed it.

He already knew where you were.

Near the old library.

He always kept tabs, not because he didn’t trust you, but because he needed to make sure you were safe in a world that wasn’t always.

Caleb wasted not time, not even bothering to change out of his uniform.

The streets were relatively empty but even if they weren’t, it wouldn’t have changed anything.

Caleb wanted to get to you as quickly as he possibly could, that meant ignoring speed limits and red lights.

When he spotted you, his heart broke.

You were sitting on a pair of steps, rubbing your eyes sore.

You looked up when you heard the screech of his tires and the slam of his car door.

Caleb was running towards you.

He stopped a few steps away.

His purple eyes roamed over you quickly, taking in the bruises that were forming and how disheveled you looked, the way you were shrinking in on yourself.

His eyes darkened, hands balled into fists at his sides and his muscles were flexing under his uniform.

“Who did this?”

Voice rough, barely a restrained growl.

His whole body was screaming for violence, to hurt someone back, inflict what they had done to you.

You shook your head, tears spilling again.

Caleb instantly softened.

The fury on his face was replaced by a loving look.

"Come here."

He murmured, stepping forward.

His arms pulled you into an embrace, so carefully that it made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

And to him, you were.

You leaned into him, your sobs were muffled and he was whispering sweet nothings against the crown of your head.

You pulled back just enough to speak, your voice trembling.

You started explaining,

how your two friends had to leave early and how the guy one of them had brought along, had stayed behind.

At first, it wasn’t too weird.

A few uncomfortable jokes, some flirting you politely brushed off.

But it didn’t stop, even when you mentioned Caleb, your boyfriend.

He just became more aggressive, more persistent.

Until you tried to leave, that’s when he became physical.

Caleb didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to.

You knew what he felt through his arms tightening around you.

Showing his anger, how he was hurt for you, telling that no one would touch what’s his.

The kiss he pressed to your forehead was grounding.

He lead you into the car, buckling you in himself.

Once you two were back in his apartment, he ran you a warm bath.

He was staying close, helping you clean up if you as much as asked.

He fetched you some soft towels, your favourite hoodie of his, anything that he knew would comfort you.

He was sitting right outside of the bathroom door while you soaked, close for you to call his name so he could be there in an instant.

Later, as you were curled up in his bed, wearing his hoodie, lying under a mountain of blankets, Caleb sat beside you.

He was reassuring you, squeezing your hand that was holding onto his.

He kissed your knuckles, he lingered, murmured promises against your skin.

He whispered,

“I won't let anyone touch you ever again."

You eventually drifted off to sleep, coaxing you to.

And once he was sure, Caleb stood from the bed quietly, moving like a ghost.

He headed straight for his office.

He overlooked his screens, fingers flying over the controls, looking into camera footage, facial recognition, movement trackers.

It didn’t take long to find that bastard.

Caleb’s eyes were cold as he tapped a finger against his cheek, calculating.

Joining the fleet and ever had taught him how to fight in ways that left no witnesses, no survivors, no traces.

The man who hurt you would find his life dismantled piece by piece.

His reputation, his finances, his freedom, all gone in the blink of an eye.

No one could protect him from Caleb’s wrath now.

And when Caleb finally returned to bed, slipping under the covers and pulling you close to him, he softened once again.

He held you, trying to make you feel his silent promise.

The promise that no one would ever hurt you again.

Not while Caleb was still breathing.

[neeeooon]

Today, I saw a bug and genuinely got scared. I asked my friend to kill it but my first thought was, “How would the top blue lock characters react if I asked them to kill a bug for me?” So could I request that for Blue Lock’s top 6? (Rin, Shidou, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya, and Nagi). Thank you!!

i need a so who won’t hesitate to save me from bugs (you won’t find them in all these hcs 😭)

“can you kill that bug for me?”

bf bllk x gn!reader. crack, cussing, bug death in rin’s, otoya’s, and nagi’s

itoshi rin

-> you didn’t see the spider until it was too late

-> a scream tore through you as the creature crawled across your foot, and you jumped away while yelling for your boyfriend

-> rin turned the corner so fast he slid, eyes wide and frantic as he approached you. “what happened? what is it?”

-> you’re a blabbering mess as you point at the daddy long leg. it managed to run from your foot to the wall, and you gripped onto rin. “it, it, spider!”

-> sighing, rin picks a book off the table and smacks the wall in one lazy swoop. you collapse onto the floor and he offers you a hand. “so extra.” “that thing could have killed me!” “you’re welcome, then.”

shidou ryusei

-> he’s right there screaming with you

-> “do something!” you yell from the countertop as you continue throwing miscellaneous items at the cockroach scampering across your tile. shidou, from the kitchen table, screams back, “what am i supposed to do?! those things crunch, babe. i will literally throw up and die!”

-> the two of you continued throwing things at the bug, which hadn’t moved, until you eventually ran out

-> “babe?” you questioned sweetly. shidou narrowed his eyes at you. “yes?” “can you kill that bug for me?” “absolutely not. no way. no.”

-> your head fell back against your shoulders as you groaned. “i hate my life.”

karasu tabito

-> the buzzing beside your ear was enough to set you off, but when you noticed it was a wasp?

-> “tabito!!” you screeched, sprinting around the house like it was on fire as you tried to find your boyfriend. “there’s a wasp in the house!”

-> he appeared immediately. “how the fuck did a white anglo-saxon protestant get in the house?!”

-> you look at him. he looks at you. the wasp buzzes. finally, he blinks. “oh. you mean the one with wings.” “yes, the one with wings.” “… i’ll get rid of it for you.” “thank you.”

otoya eita

-> you don’t even know what kind of big it is, just that it’s big and staring you down from your ceiling

-> “otoya..?” you voice crept higher and higher as the beast inched closer and closer, and soon you were afraid it would drop onto your head. “otoya!”

-> he lazily poked his head into the room and followed your gaze up to the bug sitting menacingly above you. “help me.”

-> “fear not,” he dramatically pulled a rubber hand from his pocket and wrapped it around his fingers before aiming at the bug. “i’ll use my ninja skills to protect you.”

-> and to your surprise, he actually hit it. you jumped out of the way before the bug can fall on you and otoya disposed of it while you thanked him with hugs and kisses

yukimiya kenyu

-> ladybug or not, it was in your house, on your skin, and you needed it gone. and when it whips its wings out??? ohhh boy

-> “KENYU!!” he slams into the wall, glasses missing and clearly frazzled after hearing you scream. “what’s wrong? are you okay?!”

-> you point a trembling finger at the ladybug crawling on your arm, wings still out. you were too scared to swat at it and risk it flying at your face or in your hair. “save me.”

-> yukimiya tried not to laugh after seeing ow truly panicked you were. “okay, okay, i’m coming. don’t move, let me get my glasses—“ “OH GOD ITS MOVING.”

-> he walked over and laid a finger on your arm for the bug to crawl on, then casually walked outside and let it crawl onto a leaf. “there! saved you.” you throw yourself into his arms, blabbering nonsense he thinks sounds a lot like, “thank you, i love you, marry me please.”

nagi seishiro

-> the last time you stepped on a bug, it was carrying its baby sack and hundreds of baby bugs broke free, infesting your house and permanently traumatizing you

-> so even though it’s an ant (singular) you are not taking any chances

-> you stuck your head into the room nagi was in and tossed a sock at him to get his attention. “hm?” “there is an ant in the kitchen and i need you to kill it.” “‘k.”

-> you follow close behind nagi, fingers tangled in his hoodie as he waddles into the kitchen. “where?” you point and he walks over and steps in it with his bare foot

-> “y.. bare footed?” “you asked me to kill it.” you hand him a damp paper towel before he can even think about walking around with a dead ant on the bottom of his foot. “thanks.. weirdo.” “mhm. love you.” “aww love you, too.”

[quelmdn]

pretty pretty please i know you said you were currently busy but im just making this suggestion in case one day you might be bored and it pops into your head 🫡, can we get some vaskian tent lamen ? The first or second time where Laurent is giving damen the ice you name it. It’s sum of my favs PG moment with Damen giving Laurent the massage so pretty please ‼️ love your arts btw my fav version of them is yours and hopefully one day they’ll contact you for a graphic novel cuz your Damen is just to die for 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌 i too would kill myself for those gorgeous brown eyes and 3b curls

3A/3B CURLS MENTION!! 🤣

Although I'm busyBUSY, suggestions are ok <3 I've actually been very interested in second vaskian tent scene for a while, and have this outfit study I made about two months ago:

I didn't draw the actual scene. Or the icing bit... or the later sub awakenin- er, massage one, I'd love to try my hand at some of these too.

(I'm just a small illustrator doodling the blorbos I like my own way, a solid capri graphic novel deserves an actual pro on the area ;; but I appreciate the kind words, nonny <3)

[perplexingly]

I updated my Hans/Henry playlist somewhat (still with the intention that all the music included sounds like something you could realistically hear back then. Or at least at medieval fairs). Many of them are instrumental, though not all!

There is an actual reasoning for most songs, and in the fashion of playlist of ye olde days, I'll write an explanation for them below the cut.

(the youtube one has more songs simply because some do not exist on spotify, but I tried to match them as much as possible)

Explanation:

The Medievals - Schiarazula Marazula the melody has a long history and with a variety of lyrics accompanying it. Eventually Angelo Branduardi transcribed it with lyrics from the point of view of Death, and although in medieval times it probably was not associated with Death, I thought it might be a good starting point - Hans and Henry meet because of the tragedy of Skalitz.

Gothien - Saderaladon a silly song about a peasant, at the beginning of spring, woken up by a nightingale's song. The peasant joins the bird by playing a citole. In the last verse (which is missing in Gothien's version), the bird gets angry that a peasant heard it :D I thought the song fits the Hans-Henry KCD1 relationship very well

Kalabalik - La Sansonette; Klíč - Taneček; Gallagher's Frolics; Musica Canora - Skudrinka; Jar - Słowiański Taniec; Elthin - Czaldy waldy A string of dance songs, I thought it might be a good way to symbolize the majority of the KCD2 relationship - there's a lot of pushing and pulling, running around and rejoining only to be separated again. I did go for happy-sounding melodies since Hans and Henry are comfortable enough with one another

Elthin - Douce dame Jolie (& Francouzský tanec - Středověká hudba) A popular medieval love song. I wanted some French melody to represent the Taking The French Leave quest. Henry and Hans are reunited, Hans speaks in a very soft and heartfelt way during and after it. Although in game the romance doesn't begin just yet, the feelings are there.

Oj chmielu ("Oh, Hop") A Polish folk song sung during weddings, to symbolize Hans receiving the news about his marriage. This rendition has a rather desperate, fearful vibe which I find very fitting.

Veratus - Vänner och Fränder Another song to symbolize Hans' fears about the wedding. The song is about a girl who was to be married to a prince, but chose to run away with her true love - the poor Roland.

Bryd one breere ("Bird on a briar") A song that is a plea for love "Gracious lady, on me have pity; or prepare for me my grave." Thought that it would be a good way to show the internal thoughts Hans has towards Henry before the romance scene.

Otep myrhy ("A Bundle of Myrrh") & Andělíku rozkochaný ("Frolicking Little Angel") Czech love songs to represent reciprocated love.

Veratus - Laude novella sia cantata A prayer to Virgin Mary for safety; to represent Hans' point of view during Henry's suicide mission. Veratus' version has this lovely quick, upbeat melody, I think it's very nice at conveying urgency rather than despair.

Corvus Corax - Mit Dans is all die werlt genesen ("With dance the whole world is healed") To represent a happy ending.

[soulrox]

Flowing Blood - Demon Twin AU

DPxDC #28

This got away from me...was meant to be a small thing to get outta my head, then 4k words later it's still not done, but I cannot figure out an actual end, so it's just ends abruptly. Be warned, it's long

"Only one heir is needed. Fight to the death to get rid of the spare."

Swords clash against one another. A fierce duel where neither combatant wants to win. Both fighters back away from each other. Identical childish (7yrs) faces mirror each other. Sky blue eyes lock with forest green ones. Eyes that scream in pain for what must be done. The victor was known to them before their blades first touched.

Danyal thinking to himself: I love and care for Dami. I always do all the tasks for the league, killing any and all, so that Dami never has to bloody his hands. Dami's an artist, a creator; he shouldn't have to do this. I can not harm my little brother. I love him. I have protected him from things I hope he never knows. How can grandfather expect me to harm Dami. I cannot ever hurt him. There is only one way this goes. I'm sorry Damian, please forgive me.

Damian thinking to himself: I know I have always been protected by Danyal. I know that Danyal has been harmed before in my place. I know that I have never killed. Grandfather expects me to die, as I am the weaker one. No, not weak, never weak. Danyal has always told me my talents are to create, so why should I ever have to bloody myself? I cannot hurt Danyal, but I know he cannot harm me. There's only one way this goes. I'm sorry Danyal, please forgive me.

Damian gets a hit in. His sword is plunged through Danyal's chest. The duo huddle into each other in a facsimile of a hug. Danyal whispers into Damian's ear "It's fine, I'm fine, you're fine, I'm sorry, Dami. Forgive me. I'm so sorry, I forgive you. I love you. I-I Forgive You." The presumably final words ever to be spoken by Danyal Al Ghul.

Damian stayed stoic as well as he could with his brother's blood on his hands. His dead brother by his own hands. Oh, how much in that moment, Damian wishes he could cut off his hands.

Danyal's body gets carted away, all traces he ever existed erased. Except for the sword now owned by Damian, an engraving of stars upon the hilt. While Damian's sword with a pencil and paint brush carved in the hilt gets thrown in the pit with Danyal, neither surfacing forever to be apart of the pit.

Fast forward, Damian's lived with Wayne's since 10

Bruce decided that for Damian's 14th birthday, he would organize a surprise for him. A section of the Gotham museum to hold and showcase his artistic ability. Damian is an artist. Anything and everything is his medium. Many, many sketch books get filled by him. Most (all) of which the rest of the family has never seen. Painting is the one outlet that Damian rarely uses. Or does so in secret. As canvases are harder to hide than books.

Bruce ropes in the rest of his kids to help. The kids help because if it goes good, they'll add their name to the gift. They end up going through all of Damian's works to find items to showcase. (None of them even once think how going through his art will not make him happy)

Several sketch books are seemingly filled with self-portraits. The family, upon seeing the endless self-portraits, starts thinking that Damian might be way more self-absorbed than they ever imagined. Several who noticed are confused as to why the eyes are always greener than blue. Everything changes when Cass stumbles upon a very well-hidden canvas.

Two identical young boys wearing league clothes, smiling softly, only distinguished by their eye colors. The one on the right with crystal clear blue eyes is depicted with tears rolling down his face, while his right arm holds up a sword, with blood dripping down the blade, hitting the ground. His left hand rests by his side with bloody fingertips. The one on the left with forest green eyes has his left arm raised, also holding a sword. But his sword seems to be made of blood; the blood flows down his arm, connecting to a bloody chest wound. His right hand rests by his side, dripping in blood. A hauntingly beautiful painting with so much agony and pain seen in every brush stroke. Signed by Damian. - The title on the back calls it "I'm Sorry Dear Brother"

[starry-eyed-psychopomp]

I too have A LOT of complicated feelings about Madam Yu sending Wei Wuxian away with Jiang Cheng, and tbh haven’t really settled on one concrete answer. However, I don’t actually think it’d make more sense to send Yinzhu and Jinzhu instead of him.

Because they were Yu Ziyuan’s ladies—her handmaidens and bodyguards, who were raised with her—and their purpose was to protect her. Yes, that would include protecting her kids, but to send them away knowing she herself would die? Idk, that’d like go against their whole purpose in the society and culture they exist in. With how much emphasis this series (and Madam Yu in particular) places on social status and class, I doubt that’s something she would do. Because to live when their lady died would be the ultimate failure for someone in their position, and it feels unnecessary to do that when Jiang Cheng essentially had his own Yinzhu and Jinzhu. Someone who was raised by his side, but always with the knowledge that he was of a distinctly lower class…someone everyone (even Yu Ziyuan) knows to be formidable in battle…someone who would protect him in death and beyond…

Like…Wei Wuxian was effectively his bodyguard. I know people rankle at any indication that Wei Wuxian was just a servant in the Jiang Sect because it’s definitely complicated, but I want to emphasize that Yinzhu and Jinzhu loved Madam Yu. They grew up together. And they were still only her handmaidens. Madam Yu has never hesitated to remind Wei Wuxian of his status (or lack thereof) compared to her own kids. She has also never hesitated to bring notice to his skills in cultivation compared to Jiang Cheng (though in a roundabout way where she probably felt like she was advocating for her son). I think Yu Ziyuan, to her credit, recognized that Wei Wuxian cared for her kids and was strong enough to protect them, and she was willing to put aside her own personal grievances with him for the sake of her family.

Hey so am I like the only one who picked up on the parallel between Madame Yu and Jiang Fengmian’s last words to Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian?

Because this is what Madame Yu does:

She hugs and kisses Jiang Cheng, then turns around and tells Wei Wuxian to protect him at all costs

And this is what Jiang Fengmian does:

He strokes Jiang Cheng’s head, then turns to Wei Wuxian and tells him to protect Jiang Cheng

I cannot stress enough that these interactions happen within five pages of each other. Like, Madame Yu is harsher with Wei Wuxian than Jiang Fengmian is, but these are fundamentally the same things. They comfort Jiang Cheng like parents, then they order Wei Wuxian to protect their son.

I’ll never really believe the take that Jiang Fengmian saw Wei Wuxian as a son and favored him over Jiang Cheng because when it came down to it, these were his last words to them. He may have been kinder to Wei Wuxian than Madame Yu was, but fundamentally he never saw him as any more of his own son than she did

[everythingisamazing]

Hot Take: If Jayvik survive the finale, whatever their sexuality or romantic orientation was before, does not really matter. Why? Well, maybe I am too pan- and demisexual to fully grasp the concept of normative sexuality, but I personally believe, that it would be way more logical for them to be beyond any of those concepts (as Viktors VA perfectly said), simply because of what they have gone through. I mean, Viktor basically became a god. If you look at gods in myth, they are usually open to pretty much any gender and any type of love because...well they are a god. As a god, you are not limited by what limits humans. I also think that being part of a hive mind would erase a lot of the boundaries you felt were there before - if anything Viktor would probably struggle with knowing what his own identity actually is post finale. I am not saying that the first thing they do after waking up (in a beautiful field of flowers of course) is have sex - I actually picture it more as something that happens eventually and gradually? Like, I know it's impossible to really imagine being soulbonded with someone across different universes, but as far as you can, do you believe it's logical that, if you were, you would be bothered by something as trivial as what we percieve to be different levels of physical intimacy or someones gender? That you would care about platonic VS romantic after what they have been through? After what not only Viktor and Jayce in their timeline have gone through, but all the different iterations of them, literally containing ALL possibilities? I mean, Jayce is already touchy with Viktor to begin with and they die embracing eachother, with their lips like...5 centimeters apart. Is it really more likely, that this kind of physicality would just NEVER naturally evolve into holdings hands, a kiss and whatever more, given their situation? Do you think Jayce would be like: "You know what? Throwing my arms around you naked in the astral plane is as far as I go!" Be serious please. I also think, from a character growth standpoint, it would be really neat if Viktor would confront his past relationship with his body and learn to embrace the physical again, by experiencing the opposite of the pain of his past life - so a lot of pleasure essentially. Idk, man. Maybe I am projecting here - I just really think, even though I am not very touchy irl myself, that after going through something like that with another person, sacrificing EVERYTHING to be with them, even if it is just for a few more seconds ... you can bet your ass, that when I am getting them back, I am holding on to them with everything I've got - especially even my thighs.

[tcoaal]

What's your take on the thought Andrew and Ashley were born sociopaths and doomed from the beginning?

is this a take people actually have??? anyways: ableist as fuck lmao

i am of the very strong opinion Ashley is absolutely neurodivergent with both autism and ASPD. admittingly the former is something i have a tendency to do and i won't necessarily die on the hill: something that really fascinated me in scenes in Chapter 3A is how Ashley just sincerely does not seem to understand social norms that should be obvious to anyone else. various scenes in her childhood, and especially with the campers while obviously not in the same level kinda resonated with experiences with not understanding social norms me and my brother struggled with growing up.

but also i admittingly hc and project this a lot on socially awkward characters so take that part with a grain of salt and it's not really a hill i'm willing to go die on or debate especially when i think ASPD and BPD are bigger issues with her. i highly doubt any of these terms will actually come up in the game and it will remain a headcanon, but the idea that anyone can be "born" evil and a sociopath or whatever is nonsense lmao. this is a fictional game so if we learn time travel black magic whatever influenced Andrew's and Ashley's births somehow (like the twins in Clock Tower) i really reject that.

the Graves siblings are fucked up and dysfunctional because they were born into an abusive household with absolutely nobody to rely on except eachother: something both parents encouraged and forced on them. while i do think both being neurodivergent had a part in it, it's pretty clear in the game, in the promotional images even that the root of their issues is a fucked up co-dependency forever sealed in stone by a super fucked up incident (and it was an accident, they did not intend to kill Nina, this is important and a lot of people overlook this wasn't an intentional murder carried out by psychopaths) and the oath taken between two children and the refusal of the parents to care or do anything about it.

if the Graves were a genuinely loving, happy family: Ashley's and Andrew's mental health situations would be better off. even if they are neurodivergent and mentally ill they would have access to proper support, medication, therapy, and perhaps most importantly the comfort of a parent's love more instead of a fucked up relationship between a brothermotherhusband and a sisterwife. i think Ashley would be struggling a lot worse, but they'd be better.

i think the fact that in 3A we see Leyley literally react in flashbacks actively disturbed that she could just so casually admit to something so terrible. Leyley was actively disturbed and distressed about the fact she could so casually admit to killing someone and not care about it. she tries to confide in Andy but he falls asleep and that to me, more than anything, is the moment that sets everything about the woman she would become into stone. i genuinely think if Renee or even Andy (even though that was not his responsibility) made a genuine attempt to reach out in that moment and improve things (although if it was only the other Actual Child trying to help it probably wouldn't have been enough)

everything in TCOAAL is pretty explicit the root of the sibling's problems is based in a toxic codependence, not that they were evil from birth or some shit like that. i can handwave it if magic or prophecy is involved but if not i fucking hate this take in all media so much it's unreal

EDIT: i'd like to get more of my points clarified, actually

Nemlei's own view of the game is very clear she approaches this from a place of the effect of abuse of the environment has on a child. things like Ashley being autistic and aspd are headcanons of mine: but Nemlei herself would disagree with me saying that's how i should view it and that be the end-all. she is explicit this is a case of cause and effect of in-universe events, not any result of being born a certain way. this is a critical component of Nemlei's writing, given the lore of how the color of one's soul works and how one views themself. this is one of the most critical core components of the lore.

Ashley and Andrew weren't born fucked up. they were fucked up because of the environment that nurtured them. i will die on this hill, and it is the hill that Nemlei seems to view for her fiction. this is like, one of the more important takes to the themes of the story. i'm usually someone that views word of god as secondary to what is presented in the text, but this is a really important piece of information in this story.

Nemlei's narrative isn't about the idea the two were born evil or anything, it's that the awful people they became was shaped by the environment around them. i think that's important.

[bleedingichorhearts]

Hii! I see that your request open so can I ask for:

The little goddess was born at the same time as the chaos gods. But she was so weak that they didn't even consider her an equal. From the beginning she tried to please and flatter them to survive but many times she almost killed and was laughed at by the chaos gods made her realize. So she always hid in a corner deep in the warp, afraid that one day the chaos gods would finally bored and killed her.

Until one day she felt a beam of light shining into her hiding place, she realized it was the Emperor of Mankind. He did not despise or hurt her, He did not laugh at her for her weakness, so she ran after that light towards humanity, towards The Emperor. Meanwhile the chaos gods: ??? Where my goddess? We may not like her but she is still ours, now give her back. And big E belike: hehehe she mine now.

Yan!Chaos gods and Yan!Emperor

(This is just my delulu and I actually had a dream about it although I don't remember much🥹)

“Ough! I love this delulu! You are all such trouble makers my goodness. But that’s okay! For tis all cherished delicacies! I have thought about making something like this…” - Ichor

Summary - “You: a little goddess, born too weak to be even considered equal, and thrown to believe that you needed to please the other chaos gods until a certain event makes you realize things that were never true. Hurt, fearful and feeling betrayed, you hide yourself from their eyes, deep in the warp. Staying there until a light overcomes your own shadow. A man of gold appearing within, never mocking you, never pulling you down. It wouldn’t hurt to be by his side… would it?”

TW// Yandere, Neglect, Near Death Experience, Angst.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Their words “weak” echo through your mind as you lay their helpless, aching, hurting. Something a divine being like you should have never felt. The pain of war and combat. That was Khornes thing, not yours, but here you are. Laying in your own pool of ichor.

It was nothing of what you expected. You didn’t think you could die, but you could be greatly injured to a point where you’re feeling like you are feeling deaths embrace cradling you. Brushing through the strands of your hair, comforting you in your time of infinite, seeping life.

Again, it was not something you’ve expected, but you should have. You should have known they would just… toss you away like a piece of meat. You should have known with how they didn’t pay attention to you, brushed you off, but at the same time? You had hope. Hope they would change. Hope they would see you for what you’re worth, and it feels like they do change… sometimes.

Slannesh was the most horrible out of it all. Always trying to pull you in with their… strange and ludicrous ways. Always… having something, someone in their lap to empower them. The stench of intimacy staining them and their grounds of their realm. So, you don’t go there often. It wasn’t something you were comfortable with, and you don’t feel like confining much with them.

Khorne was rather chill with you, never really seeing you as a threat as you suppose he doesn’t think you are… worthy enough. He simply just sits upon his bloody skull throne, watching. Only moving when he really needs to. His realm was one that you find yourself wandering as it didn’t smell like the horrors of… sexual attraction, but it did smell of ash and blood. You find yourself in his realm more often than nought though.

Nurgle was… eerily kind to you, but just something about the “grandfather” tips you off. Not to mention that he well… stinks and his realm too. (You don’t ever find yourself there.) He was just… too… him for your tastes. You do like his followers however, they were like cute little insects. You don’t mind their looks, not everything was perfect.

Tzeentch creeps you out, but not as heavily like with Nurgle. Sure his body has like these morphing faces on him, and they just stare at you, seemingly mocking you, but you find a strange comfort when he suddenly appears in any form. It was as if he knows your next move, and you believe he at least gives you something to dream about. Though his realm gives you a massive headache each time you try and give it a go to visit and wander the mystery’s of the realm. So, you don’t get too far before you’re back, hanging around in Khornes’ realm once more. Getting used to the smell of the blood and cruelty.

Despite all of that, your all hopes were diminished on a special time. Your mind finally realizing all the sacrifices that you made to them didn’t even matter. You didn’t matter. Hell, were you even a god? A divine being? You didn’t have any followers yourself. So, how could you be? How could you be if you were laying in your own blood. Thinking of what you have been doing is finally wrong. Thinking the more powerful gods would just rid of you once they get bored enough of your overbearing presence.

It honestly took you a long time to recover your own divinity though. Since you don’t have followers, it makes your regeneration process a lot slower, and you’re not sure how long, but it was long enough that you could have thought about your past mistakes and make your next move to be for yourself for once, and to see if anyone would check up on you, but no-one came. Not a single minion. You were trapped with your own mind before you would get strong enough again to move.

You moved quickly when you could, not wanting to waste your time. You have been simply watching Khornes’ deamons carefully to rule out that one should move quickly if they do not want to be caught. That’s if they were even looking for you. You maybe have been… bullied, but you sure as hell watched what was going on around you and in the realms. Never missing a detail around you as well… you wanted to prove yourself then. Make something of yourself then to earn their acknowledgement.

Yet, now you know. They don’t care about you, but they simply care about themselves. So, in an effort to get time and space to yourself. (Definitely not running away for the fear of being disregarded like a mere tool.) You hide yourself into the depth of the warp. A place that you had somehow found a bit of solstice in as Tzeentch hasn’t even found this part of the deep warp yet. You know him and Khorne could find you if they wanted to, but you have yet to see their dedication on that matter. Have yet to see if anyone came looking for you.

They did not, but this one… man? God thing has. A human? No, too much of an overpowering presence, but they did look like a human when they go close enough to you without blinding you. You’re almost surprised as this little… being of gold didn’t tower over you as you would have expected such from a presence like him. A god too you thought him as… a tiny one for a divine being like yourself.

You and this little being of gold formed… something between the each other. Your head nodding, and listening to the being that calls himself “The Emperor” while he does the same to you. It was almost… charming. It also felt nice that someone was actually listening to you, acknowledging you. This little being made it feel… a bit worth it.

You talked with the being, and he didn’t judge you. You playfully flicked a whisp of your own power at him, and he didn’t seem at all fazed, at most amused with you, and well… that was amusing to you. You were… you were having harmless fun with this golden man, but… you do worry; have neglected thoughts that he was simply enduring you as well, like the other gods have. Yet, he reassures you, in his own way and words that was not the case. Despite you not talking him to him about anything.

Strange little golden man….

The chaos gods are furious once they found out you had gone out on your own, without telling them anything. Even Tzeentch couldn’t get into your mind when he wanted. It was like… you blocked them out, and let this scoundrel of a so called god in: The Emperor of Mankind.

They give you whispers: Slaanesh begs, pleads. Nurgle promises that he will do better. Khorne is… silent, but you know better, not to take him for granted, and Tzeentch was trying to get into your head like the many times before, like the many times you had let him, and The Emperor? He did non of that. Never was he trying to pled with you, make you feel guilty. He simply left you to choose your place. Ņ̸͠ò̵̢ẗ̷̼́ ̵̛̪ţ̸̄h̵̒ͅa̶̳͐t̶͉͗ ̴̖̓h̵̻̽ë̷̜ ̵̲̒w̴̧͐õ̸̻u̷͖͘l̸̖̍d̶̖͑ ̵̣͘l̷͈̚e̶̗͌t̶̪̎ ̸͖̀y̴͉͌ō̸̖u̶̦͝ ̷̩͌g̸̮̃ỏ̶͈ ̸̤̚b̶̫̿a̸̯̍c̵͓̉k̴̜̂.̷̡̂

He would not allow it. Those pitiful gods lost their chance. Now? He was picking up the pieces of this divine being they had disregarded like mere shards of glass. Infuriating the gods even more when the Emperor seems… close to you; winning your favor.

Chaos runs over the tiny, golden man, but your favor doesn’t weaken. Shielding him and his little creations with your own power that were deemed weak. Oblivious to The Emperors ways, wanting that simplicity of care from someone, and he was giving that to you.

(What the hell Emp? You give a divine being your attention but not your own creations? What the hell man?)

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[deterioratingpisces]

Btw my ideal version of breaking up with someone would be them suggesting we throw a huge ball that kind of revolves all around me, where we have one last soul-crushingly romantic dance. Then, at the exclusive after-party, they poison me to weaken me and catch me off guard. It works, and I’m sitting on the floor, wrenching my guts out, when they come up behind me and hold me up to them very gently. I will know that this is a bad sign, because they are holding a sword in their hands, so I tell them one last time how much I love them. Not because I hope that will change their mind—I know it won’t—but because I don’t want to die without having said it once more. And then they will hug me tight and slit my throat, and I will bleed out in their arms while they scream in agony and regret. And then I will kind of die, but because they will refuse to make sure I am truly, 100% dead, I actually survive. And then we will spend decades apart, where the memory of me will haunt them. I will gather my strength during that time, and eventually we will make up and come back stronger than ever before.

My ideal version of dating someone would be them threatening to murder me if I don’t run away and hide, followed by them obsessively stalking me for about four years (following me all around the world, standing over my bed while I am sleeping, appearing out of nowhere and asking me morally charged questions, etc.), while they become more and more persistent over time and force me to spend more and more time together until I eventually realize that they actually don’t want to kill me after all. And when I address this to them, they act confused and say, 'No, how could you think that? I love you,' and then they buy me an island.

[reccyls]

Victor's Main Route: Mad Love Epilogue

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NSFW warning (not super explicit but still)

Liam: Oh right, we were talking yesterday and we were wondering. Victor, what do you like about Kate?

One morning, I was sitting in the dining hall having breakfast with some other members of Crown, when I suddenly choked on my tea and began coughing my lungs out. Liam exchanged a look with Ellis, who was sitting next to him, and the two of them turned to face Victor and I. Victor patted my back softly as he explained.

Victor: I like that she’s so adorable. Victor: She’s earnest and diligent. But also has a surprisingly stubborn side and sometimes she doesn’t know when to give up.

Kate: …Is that supposed to be a good thing?

Victor: Of course it is! And I love how you laugh, and the way your eyes light up when you see something sweet. Victor: Oh, and I love when you get angry at me for wasting my money when I buy things for you, but you can’t hide how happy you are when I give you a present, too!

(I want the floor to swallow me whole.)

Victor: But my favorite thing about you is how you turned something that I had given up on, into something I couldn’t.

Ellis: What does that mean?

Ellis tilted his head, puzzled. Victor stopped patting my back and smiled.

Victor: If you’re asking which of us fell in love first, it’s me. Victor: Kate stumbled into this unknowingly.

He secretly winked at me.

Victor: Just like falling into pitch black darkness.

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Kate: You’re cheating.

While helping Victor out in his office like usual, I thought back to the events of this morning.

Victor: What are you talking about?

Victor, who had been struggling with some papers, looked up. The sunlight shone on his flowing black hair and his lips, drawing attention to the little mole on his lower lip. Looking into his jewel-like eyes framed by his long eyelashes, and his elegant, handsome features, my heart pounded as I fell in love all over again.

Kate: When we were having breakfast just now. Kate: You were listing out all the things you liked about me without batting an eye. Kate: I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. Kate: That’s cheating.

His eyes widened and he tilted his head.

Victor: Oh? Is it?

Kate: Yes, it is! Because I’m–

Victor: Hm?

Kate: …I’m the only one whose heart is racing.

We had fallen in love, chosen to tie our lives together, and reached our happily ever after. And from now on, my days would be filled with Victor, doing everything he could to make my heart race.

(I love you more and more with every day that passes. It might actually drive me crazy.)

Maybe the destruction Victor talked about would be how my heart would literally explode because I loved him so much. I was so in love with him that that didn’t sound unreasonable.

(But I wasn’t enchanted by his curse.)

Victor’s ability caused people to become obsessed with him. That had ruined the lives of so many people.

(But right now, he’s ruining my life in a completely different way…)

Not because he was cursed, not because he was queen, not because his powers had ensnared me. I was just so in love with Victor, as a person and as himself, that my heart couldn’t handle it. My life was tormented by the problem of being too happy. With a teasing smirk, Victor set down his pen. I thought he was going to make fun of me, but I didn’t expect what he did next.

Victor: Now we’re even.

Kate: Huh?

He had the widest smile on his face as he stood up and walked over to me.

Victor: I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you ever since the day we first met.

Kate: Ah!

He put his hand under my arms and lifted me up, sitting down on the chair I had occupied.

Victor: The next time we met, I was enchanted by how much you had grown.

He sat me back down on his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

Victor: After that, I continued to watch over you from afar. I was relieved that you were able to continue living well, but… Victor: …Every time I saw you, my heart would race so quickly I thought it would burst.

He planted a soft kiss on my cheek.

Victor: And ever since you joined Crown, I’ve been locked in a war with myself to stop my heart from falling to pieces out of pure joy.

His thumb traced my lips.

Victor: Haven’t you realized?

My heart skipped a beat as he turned the full force of his gorgeous smile towards me. I shook my head slightly.

Kate: You always look so calm. I didn’t know.

Victor: It’s a man’s nature to want to look cool in front of the woman of his dreams.

(I didn’t know Victor thought that.)

His words added another dimension to the interactions we’d had.

Kate: …But it’s still not fair I never get to see you look embarrassed!

Victor just laughed when I continued to protest, still seated on his lap.

Victor: Well then, why don’t you try telling me what you like about me?

I nodded easily, but then paused. I had already told him what I loved about him before we had officially become lovers.

(I want everything I tell you to be new.)

As I thought silently for some time, Victor looked surprised, then confused.

Victor: …There isn’t anything?

Kate: No, that’s not it! It’s the opposite, there’s just so many things I don’t know where to start…

He sounded so sad that I immediately had to deny it, and began blurting out whatever came to mind.

Kate: I love the warmth in your eyes when you look at me. The way your hands wrap around mine when you escort me. Kate: I love when you deliberately act spoiled sometimes, and how even though you’re determined, you always wait for me to give you my answer.

(And…)

I continued to count the reasons I loved him on my fingers.

Kate: I love the serious face you wear while working, and the cheerful one you show to the rest of Crown. Kate: And–

I suddenly realized that Victor was staring intently at me. His eyes were filled with a flickering heat. I slid my hand from his shoulder, letting it rest above his heart over his clothes. His heart was beating faster than usual. Seeing hints of his muscular body revealed by his collar, memories of last night drifted to my mind as I opened my mouth to continue.

Kate: I love how your body is so firm, how it’s big enough to cover me…

He took my hand, holding my wrist and guiding it down his body.

Victor: …Everything below this is for your eyes only.

He guided my hand across the muscles of his abdomen, only stopping once my hand reached his belt.

Kate: !

After how we had spent last night together, this action was enough to cause his heat to swell, pressing against his pants.

Victor: My heart and body all belong to you.

His whisper in my ear caused my lower stomach to flutter. With a seductive smile, he tried to pull my hand lower, I instinctively tried to draw back. Seeing how red my face was, Victor’s smile turned just a little bit wicked.

Victor: We’ve made love so many times last night, and you’re reacting like we’ve never been together even once. Victor: Don’t you think you should be used to it already?

His voice deepened, only adding to the seductive air around him. I couldn’t handle it anymore, and looked away.

Kate: I won’t ever get used to it…

He laughed lightly in response to my mumble.

Victor: I also think that your bare skin looks more and more beautiful every time I see it. I suppose we’re the same, in that regard.

Kate: What?

I reflexively looked back towards him, only to find his face mere inches from mine.

Victor: Perhaps a few more times, and we’ll both get used to it. Shall we give it a try?

Kate: Whoa!

He easily slipped one arm under my knees and lifted me as he stood, before walking over to his bookshelf. With a quick flip of a lever, his room appeared, and he set me down on his bed and pushed me into the sheets.

Kate: Nn.

Victor leaned over me and captured my lips in a heated kiss.

Kate: But work–

I threw out the first objection my flustered mind could think of, but there was no stopping Victor now. He flashed me a provocative grin.

Victor: –isn’t urgent. Victor: Right now, you are my priority.

Kate: -ah!

He devoured my lips once more, filling the room with the sound of kissing and heavy gasps. His warmth melded with mine, intensifying into an inferno. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw how his hair spilled out around us like a curtain. Thoroughly reminded of last night, my body began to thrum with anticipation. Suddenly he drew back, leaving me lightheaded as I stared at him.

Victor: Your eyes say it all. Greedy little things.

His hand cupped my cheek, but I managed to pout.

Kate: …It’s your fault. Kate: So you better do something about it.

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Victor: Only if you also do something about putting me into this state. Victor: You’re the only one who can drive me wild like this, and sate my desires.

My blouse slipped off my shoulders, revealing my bare chest. I caught the way he gasped and the flush to his cheeks as he stared, and my heart began to pound.

(I heard a story somewhere, once.)

The number of times your heart would beat was decided from the day you were born. The faster your heart beats, the less you have left, and the closer you are to death.

(But I don’t think there’s anything that would make me happier.)

The more we loved each other, the more of our lives it would consume, until we fell hand-in-hand into oblivion. This love was our destruction, that would lead us to death.

[guilty-ff]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Y/n and Dante share a reckless, passionate bond as demon hunters. But when Y/N sees the hidden cruelty in the human world, her loyalty starts to falter. Pulled between love, guilt, and a dangerous promise, she steps onto a path Dante can’t follow.

Pairing: Dante x Fem!Reader x slight Vergil

Genre: Angst, Betrayal, Fantasy, Fanfiction, DMC

Warnings: Not 100% canon

• You met Dante on a battlefield, soaked in blood and fire, your sword shaking in your grip as a demon twice your size lunged for your throat.

• He blew its head off with Ebony and gave you that cocky grin. “You’re welcome.”

• “I had it,” you snapped. “Sure,” he smirked. “That’s why you were about to be lunch.”

• That was how it began- two smart mouths, one chaotic profession, and too much heat between you to ignore.

• You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him. You were just supposed to fight.

• But the more time you spent with him, the more the world bent around his smile.

• He wasn’t perfect- he was reckless, emotionally unavailable half the time, hot-headed, and infuriatingly smug.

• But he looked at you like you were the only thing worth keeping in this rotting world.

• You bled together, laughed together, screamed at each other in back alleys, kissed like the world was ending every other night.

• “You’re gonna get me killed one day,” you told him once, voice trembling after a close call.

• “Then we’ll die in style,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours.

• Still, the cracks formed.

• You started noticing things how humans treated Makaians.

• Not demons. Not the mindless, bloodthirsty creatures. But the sentient ones. The ones who could speak, feel, cry.

• The ones no one wanted to talk about.

• The ones who were just trying to live, but were still hunted like beasts.

• “They’re not all monsters,” you said quietly one night after a mission.

• Dante tensed. “They’re demons, Y/n. It’s in their nature.”

• “That’s not true. Some of them are just...stuck. Like us.”

• He shook his head, the wall going up again. “The second you start pitying them, you forget what they are.”

• But you had seen them. The ones who begged. The ones who healed instead of harmed.

• The ones who reminded you too much of people you couldn’t save.

• You couldn’t look away anymore.

• And that’s when he came back.

• Vergil.

• He was a ghost at first- nothing but whispers and strange shifts in the air.

• You found him alone, standing in the ruins of a cathedral, gazing up at nothing.

• You raised your weapon. He didn’t flinch.

• “You’re not here to kill me,” he said, voice like ice breaking.

• “I haven’t decided yet,” you replied.

• “Then decide. I won’t stop you.”

• But you didn’t strike. Because there was something in his voice. A deep, ancient exhaustion.

• He didn’t want a fight. Not yet.

• You talked. You came back. Again and again. Against your better judgment.

• He never asked your name, but he remembered your voice.

• You started to see the cracks in him too.

• He never opened up. Not really. But sometimes, his silence said more than Dante’s words ever could.

• He told you he wanted power. Not for destruction, but to fix something broken.

• “If I had true power, I could reshape the world,” he said.

• “You’d just burn it down,” you answered.

• He looked at you then, sharp and tired. “Would that be so terrible?”

• You didn’t agree with him. But you saw him. You saw what silence had made of him.

• He offered you a deal.

• Help him get what he needed and he’d grant you a wish.

• A single chance to save the Makaians. To bring peace where there was only pain.

• It was a deal you weren’t sure you believed. But you were desperate enough to try.

• You never told Dante.

• You knew what he’d say.

• “Don’t be stupid, Y/N.”

• “You’re not actually talking to him, are you?”

• “Tell me it’s strategy. Tell me you don’t believe him.”

• But it wasn’t strategy anymore. And belief had nothing to do with it.

• Lady found out first.

• You didn’t know she’d followed you.

• “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” she said, arms crossed, tone cold.

• “How long?”

• “It’s not like that.”

• “Save it for Dante. He’s gonna eat you alive.”

• And he did.

• The fight was nuclear.

• “You lied to me.”

• “I didn’t lie—”

• “You hid him. You protected him!”

• “I was trying to fix something bigger than us, Dante!”

• “So you sold me out?”

• “I never stopped loving you!”

• “Then why the hell did you pick him?”

• You were both screaming. Crying. Fists clenched.

• “Because he gave me a chance to save someone. You just told me to shut up and follow orders.”

• Silence.

• His voice broke. “I thought I was enough.”

• “You were. You are. But this isn’t about us.”

• The betrayal came during their final fight.

• You stepped between them, blades drawn.

• “Y/n,” Dante warned, voice raw.

• “Don’t do this.”

• “I made a promise,” you whispered. “Not to him. To them.”

• Vergil didn’t speak.

• He just watched.

• Dante didn’t swing. Not at you.

• But he didn’t forgive you either.

• You followed Vergil into the demon world.

• The gates closed behind you.

• Time moved differently there, slow and sick and endless.

• You watched him, day after day, fighting his own mind, his own thirst for power.

• You didn’t love him. You never did.

• But he let you stay.

• He let you try.

• Years passed.

• You stopped counting.

• But you never forgot.

• Time in the demon world moved slower, stretching endlessly, as though the world itself had been suspended in an endless state of stasis.

• You hadn’t aged much. You still looked the same as the day you stepped into the demon world, your reflection unchanged, though your heart felt heavier with every passing moment.

• But the world you left behind, Dante’s world, kept turning. You didn’t realize how much until you returned.

• One day, you found a tear in the veil. Just long enough to slip back into the human world.

• When you stepped back into Devil May Cry, it was like stepping into a forgotten dream. Everything had changed, yet nothing had.

• The shop was abandoned, the walls dusty and cracked, a shadow of the place where laughter and chaos had once lived.

• You wandered through the wreckage, each corner a fading memory of a life you had walked away from. But the silence felt deeper than you’d expected.

• You found an old photo buried in the rubble: Dante, grinning, bloodied, and you beside him, laughing like you had nothing to lose.

• And in a drawer, under broken whiskey bottles and scattered bullets, was a letter. The handwriting was unmistakable. Dante’s. You opened it carefully, your hands trembling as you read:

“Y/N,

If you’re reading this, you finally came back.

I waited. I really did.

Not forever, but longer than anyone should wait for someone who left.

I don’t hate you. I wish I could.

But some part of me always hoped you’d come home.

I hope he gave you peace.

Because I couldn’t anymore.

—D.”

• The words echoed in your mind, the weight of them sinking in like lead. It wasn’t just a letter, it was a goodbye.

• You didn’t know how long he had been waiting, or how long it had been since you’d left. Time in the demon world felt like a dream, but here, in the ruins of Devil May Cry, you realized how much had passed.

• Dante had been left behind, his world moving on without you. And though you hadn’t aged, time had caught up to him in ways you couldn’t see, but now you felt the impact of it.

• The world you left behind was gone, and with it, Dante. The weight of that truth settled in your chest, suffocating and cold.

• And so you stood there, in the abandoned shop that once felt like home, with his letter in your hands and the ghost of his presence haunting you. The time you had taken for granted had stolen him away, leaving you to walk a path you never thought you’d walk alone.

• You returned to the demon world that same night.

• Vergil never asked where you went.

• But he held the letter once. Just once.

• And didn’t say a word.

• You didn’t cry. Not anymore.

• But you never stopped loving the man you left behind.

• And you never stopped wondering what it would’ve been like…

• If you had chosen to stay.

[towasdandelion]

what if confession texts with the ghouls 👉👈👉👈 and how they/reader confessed ISJDJSKSJDJSJK and maybe with pookie wookie romeo BUT NO PRESSURE TAKE UR TIME /GEN SJDJSJKDJS TY IN ADVANCE I LOVE UR TEXT MSG POSTS SOSOSOSO MUCH 😭😭🩷🩷

I'm glad you like my posts (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I was planning to do something like that sooner or later hehe, for now let's go with the scenario where you're the one confessing! Hope you like it (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Sinostra and Vagastrom ghouls when you confess to them

Romeo? Well.. his pride says "I'm not surprised" but his heart and his head are a mess. He paces around the room. Will literally take him minutes to text back, typing then erasing every message, his finger always just hovering over the 'send' button. He feels kind of.. embarrassed. How dare you make him feel like some fool? And confessing to him instead of waiting for him to do so? The audacity!! Deep, deep down he's happy though. He's happy he didn't have to be the one to say those awkward words first. And honestly it's for the better because his confession would be probably a text saying "Don't you ever dare to die!" Or something like that..

Ritsu, our calm and collected gentleman! Or so it seems. To be honest he got exactly what you meant. But just in case he got the wrong idea he decides to play it safe. He feels incredibly relieved once it turns out you're in love with him too.. because being business partners just wasn't enough for him. Don't be fooled though. Behind that calm mask of his there is a blushy Ritsu who can barely keep a straight face while sitting in the library. Must. Upkeep. The reputation. He quickly gathers his things before leaving the building in a hurry to get some fresh air. He then sits down on the nearest bench, takes out his notebook and begins writing everything he wants to say once you two meet.

Taiga loves playing games. Any games. Well, he didn't exactly expect to fall for anyone but since it happened, he's just going to roll with it. Grins to himself when he reads your message. So you finally found the courage huh. How did he know you're in love with him? Don't ask me, it's Taiga. He feels a rush of excitement as the conversation goes on, already imagining the look on your face when he takes you in his arms first thing when you meet up. After the text exchange he won't be able to sleep anymore. He will lazily stroll around Sinostra with a grin on his face that scares pretty much everyone who sees him.

Leo. Things were going well. So well. You just confessed and the ball was now in his hands. And what does he do? Makes himself look pathetic. The texts were obviously meant for Sho. He immediately deletes them. But it's too late. He throws his phone on the bed before grabbing a pillow and letting out a dramatic scream. Will probably avoid you for like a week out of embarrassment. Try to make fun of him and he'll gaslight the shit out of you. What messages?? What are you talking about??? He's so desperate he will even try to twist the situation, laughing that you probably dream about it. At this point just grab his face and kiss him. Trust me, it will work like a charm.

Sho's eyes widen. What was meant as a joke, actually turned out to be true. You just confessed to him. He's stunned, but it only lasts a moment. This is the perfect opportunity to mess with you a little. Not to upset you, just to see if you know that he likes you too. You don't huh? Well that only gives him more of a reason to tease you. Will kind of panic after the exchange though.. hoping he didn't take it too far. Will patiently wait to see if you show up. If you do, you can count on a lot of teasing smiles and subtle touches before he actually says that he likes you too.

Alan doesn't want to believe his luck. You really like him. And not just that. You like him more than a friend. He sighs deeply, thinking what he should reply. He obviously doesn't want to reject you. But he thinks you really do deserve someone better than him. He feels bad about accepting your feelings, even after you reassure him. It might take him a while to process this. The actual conversation will happen after a week or so, with him asking if you're sure of this. Please do take your time to reassure him that he's the one for you.

[myceliumsunshine]

Hear me out, Sam Winchester x reader based on the song Wagon Wheel(apologies I’m having a country phase)

Either Sam or Reader desperately trying to get back to the other because they miss each other sm. could take a turn or it could be fluff

Wagon Wheel - Sam Winchester

A/N - hi @sweetiecelin my lovely moot sorry this took me so long i was camping but i have the writing bug again and i'm also in a country phase (it's not a phase!!) so take this *thrusts fic at you* simp sam winchester. like, he will die without her kind of simping. very codependant relationship. dean is very unhappy to be there. southern reader. word count - 917

The bunker is quiet with the sound of your absence. The sound of the electric kettle you’d bought to make tea in the mornings, the sound of your laughter after a particularly bad joke from Sam or Dean in the afternoon, the sound of your soft snores as you snuggle into Sam’s arms in the night, the absence of them all creates an awfully loud silence that seems to threaten to smother the Winchester boys.

You’d been gone a week. Sam barely remembers why you’d left. Something about an old friend needing help, and you’d rushed away before he could offer to go with you in the old yellow Mustang you insisted you kept, despite the fact that you rode in the pitch black Impala with him and Dean pretty much every time you left the place the three of you all called home.

Sam misses you. It isn’t actually that revolutionary of an idea. Sam misses you when you leave the room he’s in, Sam misses you when you take your hand from his when playing FBI on cases, he misses you when you’re asleep and he misses you when you’re awake. Sam could miss you professionally, in the Olympics, score gold and set a new world record for missing you. Sam misses you a lot. But this is different. The ache in his bones is from missing you. You’ve been gone a whole week. He’s starting to feel like a dog left at home while its owners go on vacation, the way he’s staring longingly at the door all times of the day, his tail between his legs and a low whine in the back of his throat. Metaphorically, of course. He isn’t actually whining at any point (Yes he is. But he’s made Dean swear never to bring it up again, never to tell you, and he’s been more careful to make sure his brother wasn’t around ever since. Not that Sam would admit he’s been whining.)

You’re gone and it’s changed the way Sam goes to sleep. He no longer sleeps his full 8 hours, not without your waist to sling a heavy arm over. A pillow just doesn’t cut it, even if he puts an unwashed shirt of yours that still smells like you over it as a pillow case. You’re gone and it’s changed the way Sam wakes up. He no longer wakes to the feeling of kisses to his eyelids, to his nose, to his cheeks, to his ears, to his lips. The smell of the coffee that you’d somehow managed to slip out from under him to make doesn’t fill his senses either. Sam spends his waking hours moping around the bunker.

Dean’s sick of it. Everytime you call he’s complaining about Sam, and though it makes you stifle a giggle that your 6’5” boyfriend has been keening like a sad puppy dog, you have to admit you miss him too. You’re just as pathetic and needy and whiny (Yes, you can admit it. Yes, it makes you think you’re both more mature and more well-adjusted than Sam.) as your boyfriend back home. You call Sam at least once a day, usually two, three, or even four times a day. Yeah, you miss him.

Which is why, when you walk through the bunker doors, you drop your duffle and you’re running through the bunker to your shared room, hat flying off your head as you’re jumping into his waiting arms. The bouquet of flowers that you’d picked back in Tennessee clutched tightly in your hand squished up against Sam’s back, mostly wilting from the lack of water on your 14 hour drive.

“Hi.” You whisper into his shoulder. He’s lifting you off of the floor, and then your legs are wrapped around his waist, hoping to push your very being into him, hugging each other as tight as humanly possible. If you could crawl into his skin and never leave him again, you would, and so would he.

“I missed you.” He mumbles into your hair. You laugh, because you know that he missed you, he hadn’t stopped telling you over the phone, and also because you’d missed him. Missed the way he smelled, like salt and iron, lighter fuel and smoke, something sweet and something distinctly Sam. Missed the way his hugs seem to cover every inch of your skin. Missed the way he’s kissing you now, like you’re something delicate, like you’re something to be worshiped, something to be adored, like you’re the air in his lungs, like if he doesn’t kiss you now, he’ll never get the chance again.

“I missed you too.” Sam missed the way your southern accent seemed to get deeper every time you went to the south. The twang of your thickened South Carolina accent is something he can never get enough of, because it only lasts for the week after you leave the southern states.

“I missed you more.” You hand him the twisted, wilted, squished dogwood flowers, smirking.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” He’s smiling at the back and forth now.

“I don’t know, I think it might-”

“God, shut up.” You both turn to Dean at the door, and then you’re laughing again and the breath is gone from Sam’s lungs. And then your forehead is pressed against his, and Sam might have a stroke. And then you’re kissing him, and Sam has died and gone to heaven. You pull back, looking at him.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

taglist - @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing

[livvylives]

going to say something controversial but I actually do believe Cassandra Clare when she says killing a Lightwood every series is unintentional. it's one of the Big Things people talk about when discussing who could die because a Lightwood has to die every series but I don't think that's something she necessarily thinks about?? like she's right, there's just A Lot of them in every series it makes sense it's always them when it comes to killing characters off. especially when other families like the Herondales/Fairchilds/Carstairs are endangered species in one or both of the eras and even then they get close to 4/4 (except for the Fairchilds?? I feel it's just Sebastian for them lol)

anyway the biggest sign to me this is all blown out of proportion and shouldn't be the end all of our theories is that you could say the exact same thing about the Blackthorns, just no one ever does. they also die every single series! Andrew in TMI, Rupert in TID, Arthur Livvy & Annabel in TDA and Tatiana in TLH. As for TWP, most of the remaining Blackthorns have plot armour at this point like who could she even kill? Tavvy? that's not a death that she can write lightly, and if she did go that route it would be extremely difficult to do so with rehashing a lot of stuff from Livvy's death. Plus hes the baby of the family like... thule!Ty died trying to save him even though it was impossible

anyway the thing is now is she knows about the "Lightwoods always die" thing because people love talking about it. so if a Lightwood dies in TWP it's because Cassandra Clare knows & thought it would be funny as far as I'm concerned 😭 literally painted that target on Maryse's (or Jace's or Izzy's..... i highly doubt it's Alec lol) forehead ourselves.

[jo-dyy]

It’s a first for me, I usually prefer to read everyone’s theories about the game and just enjoy, but after playing the Touchstarved 2.0 demo; I couldn’t hold it anymore. SPOILER AHEAD!

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So for more context, my favorite character has always been Leander from the start, a close second would be Kuras and I can’t even express how happy I am with the new portrayal of their characters.

Everyone has been reworked (I think), some more than others, but I really enjoyed the nuances added to our lovely love interests.

Kuras

They made him more playful; OG Kuras appeared to be quite aloof, and while I enjoyed the stoic doctor charm; I actually prefer this silly side we were able to witness. Especially at the end when you chose to go for him, the scene where we follow him around feels more mischievous and it’s just Kuras annoying the Senobium cleric (simply cause he can). He gives us a little tour, and the new background is soooo pretty. The moment at the end before we part, and fall in his arms is even more heart fluttering. Also keep in mind that if you want the red option for Kuras you’ll have the play as the Unnamed origin.

Ais

Ok, so I have to admit, I always had a soft spot for Ais, he’s just a chill guy, and I feel like we would vibe a lot together x) In the new demo he seems slightly more cold when we meet him (maybe it’s just me). But his solo scene is one of my favorite, I’m just a sucker for people who compliments my laugh 🤭 This moment was just so sweet and he appeared much softer thanks to it .

Mhin

What a cutie patootie… They made Mhin way more likable in my opinion, while they’re still our blushing tsundere, I loved how we were able to see a more vulnerable side of them.

•Vere

We don’t have to die anymore 🥳 More seriously, I didn’t mind the death part, but it’s still nice to have a chance to put foxy in his place (blushing Vere?!) Overall he appeared more relaxed as well, which make sense; if he wants us to trust him, he would have to be more relatable and try to get on our good graces.

Leander

Oh my goodness. Correct me if I’m wrong but I feel like they reworked Leander’s dialogues the most. I don’t mind the name change (from Bloodhounds to Adderstones) even though I would like to know why they removed the "as above so below" slogan. Can we talk about how more INTENSE Leander is in this new version? It was more subtle in the past one, but here, he clearly appears as a cult leader, kinda out of reach even, which is why the MC would feel more special to get his attention. We still don’t know how exactly the Adders operate, though it seems you can’t just barge in and talk to the high and mighty Leander… (we were able to do so, only after mentioning Kuras). I was relishing on every scenes we had with this guy. At the end when you chose him especially, this is where you can clearly tell he’s a manipulative bastard. The "I’m jealous" comment? The joke on having us on a leash?? (for our safety of course haha 😃) The love bombing? He’s so unhinged and I love that. The cherry on top is truly the way he told us he had informations regarding the curse, and is the one proposing to talk about it in our room. LOCKING THE DOOR, of course he’s observant and notices MC being uncomfortable, and manipulate us into urging him to stay. He knows at this point that we’re hopeless, and use it to his advantage to have us exactly where he wants. Things get slightly heated and when MC is reluctant; he just apologies and LEAVES??? Um sir, what about the infos you were supposed to give us? I literally had goosebumps reading this passage, and I think MC felt the same way, I love the way they portrayed the realization settling in, like "Wait a minute?"

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This is it for my little rambling… English isn’t my first language; so I apologize if I’m not making much sense. Of course, I’m aware that my observations are not rocket science, I just really wanted to take this out of my chest 🙂‍↕️ I can’t wait for the game full release, and love reading all the fan theories!