#absolutely love this idea anon!!
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Mistaken (Fluff/Suggestive)
Pairing: Rh’auk x Reader
Request: Hi, I’m a massive fan of your writing and I adore your yautja fics, but I have to ask if your consider writing something similar to the jealously fic. Like reader is jealous thinking one of the much larger women yautja are trying to court your mate, only to find out your mate is jealous cause it’s clear the woman is trying to court you instead.
Your mate was in a meeting with important members of the tribe, occupied inside the hut you sat outside of.
You weren’t sure what it was about, though you were curious now, hearing their low, muffled clicks. You smiled, recognizing Rh’auk among them.
The breeze was warm and humidity comfortable, you couldn’t help but lean your head on the tree you sat against, letting your eyes shut and mind rest.
You didn’t fight it when you began dozing off, Rh’auk would be a while anyway.
When he finally emerged from the hut, he found you where he left you, only now you were sleeping peacefully.
He was beyond fond of his precious little hooman, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and nap the evening away.
Alas, there were things to be done, tasks he couldn’t brush aside, not even for you.
He crouch in front of you and brushed a clawed finger against your cheek, waking you gently with pets and small kisses.
You grumbled at first, so cruelly being pulled from your light slumber.
But once you saw him you grinned, arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled him into a tight embrace.
“You’re back,” you mumbled happily, nuzzling yourself closer.
His chest rumbled lowly, mandibles clicking together occasionally. Your warm greeting making his heart melt- as it does only for you, “Yes, I am back ank’te.”
He lifted you to your feet with ease, immediately missing your arms around him as you released your hold at his neck and stood with a small yawn.
“How was your meeting?” you questioned, interlacing your hand with his larger one as you began your walk back home.
He thought for a moment, “It went well. There is much to do in little time.”
You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his arm, deciding not to push for details he didn’t wish to share.
You felt slightly aggravated when a female Yautja stopped you and Rh’auk in your walk. It was ridiculous how often they fawned over your mate, even with you clinging to his side.
She was strong and tall, bigger than Rh’auk, but still delicate in a way. Gold accents of jewelry rest upon her skin in a beautiful contrast, shimmering with each movement she made.
You couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure at her powerful elegance. She was worthy, worthy of a male such as Rh’auk.
Her eyes were soft as she looked at you, but harder when your mate spoke their native tongue, demanding her attention.
Rh’auk seemed more territorial than aggressive towards her. He growled and snapped at her words, whatever she was saying, he really didn’t take lightly to it.
They seemed to be arguing, a part of you worried they’d begin fighting.
You flinched when she hissed, mandibles flaring before backing off. She gave you one last soft glance as she wandered elsewhere.
You looked up at him confused, “What was.. that about?”
He grumbled, “She wished to challenge me- to court you,” the words came out sharply, fading into indecipherable, sharp clicks.
Your eyes widened, oh.
“There is always one to threaten me for you. What am I to do?” he picked you up bridal style, continuing walking whilst he glanced down at your wide, surprised eyes.
“You are lucky I did not take you then and there for everyone to see mei’aki.” he huffed, making your body heat up at the mere idea.
“I thought she was trying to court you,” you said after a moment, fingers absentmindedly tracing the deep scars on his chest.
He shook his head, the sharp appendages at his jaw moving as he chittered, amused.
“She is not the only female who has sought you out ooman,” Rh’auk seemed so sour again at the idea of anyone stealing you from him.
You kissed his chest, feeling the way his hands tightened on your skin, “You’re the only one I’ll ever call my mate,” you said sweetly.
He couldn’t help but stop in his tracks and lean down to kiss you, your words meaning far more to him than you’d ever imagine.
He could only think to show you how much they meant to him.
#request#absolutely love this idea anon!!#yautja x reader#yautja x you#yautja#yautja fluff#predator x reader#predator x human#predator fluff#predator x you#predator#x reader#fluff#slightly suggestive#my writing#rainywriter#human reader
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im a sollux kinnie and ur art is great. like a delicious meal. 1 million courses. my compliments to the chef.
AOGHHH TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE IT
in gratitude i present a little guy doing setup for the first time 🐝
#FR MEANS A LOT TO ME THANKYOU 🥲🙏 the chef analogy is so sweet too i love it#apologies i take a while to answer asks.. generating ideas#ask#anon#homestuck#sollux captor#2023#vioart#now im curious to know#question for sollux appreciators at any point in time -#was there any specific moment that made u connect w him most?#like for me it was when he became relieved and happy after the voices stopped#as someone plagued by 24/7 internal monologue. being "free from the voices” sounded absolutely euphoric to me LMAO#watching him talk abt finally being able to think clearly and hear his own thoughts...... gOD. MY BIGGEST ENVY OF HOMESTUCK.
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I LOVE YOUR AU SO MUCH GIVES ME HAPPY TINGLES AND I'VE BEEN HYPERFIXATING ON IT FOREVEER YOU ARE ONE AMAZING AU WRITER!! (me when author creates another amazing masterpiece) (you)!
THANK YOU! TvT I know I mostly post art, but writing is also one of my passions!!! So it's nice to know you're enjoying the story so far. 🥹🙏 Even though we just got past the introduction stage. But if you already like what we have for now, let me just say none of y'all are READY for when we reach the turning point of my AU! "The Dreamers" is the goal at the moment. That's all I'm gonna say. 😉✨ So as we wait, have this lil' doodle I made up just cause I remembered I can!
Till then! =D
-Bubbly💙
#shrunken Alastor for the LOLs#spacebubblearts#HHStargazersAU#doodle#human au#sort of#radioapple#appleradio#alastor x lucifer#lucifer x alastor#look at him and his big boi bowtie awww#he's just a lil guy but fr#queerplatonic#or not#let's all just have some fun!#asks#thanks for interacting with me Anon!#ringmaster Lucifer#chibi Alastor#hazbin hotel#The Show Must Go On#I love making their silly little faces#my silly wittle guys#You gotta remember that in my AU Luci's a human#meaning he has absolutely no idea what the fuck just happened.#As far as he knows magic is a mere performance#but now he has a smol version of his employee in his hat.#art practice#became comic#this is me just goofing around. no need to take it too seriously.
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(talking about your new post)
I expected Blue and ink , BUT DREAM?????
I DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO DO THAT
(Of course considering if they even knew they were getting ambushed, but if none of them knew that the MTT was there it is also very funny )
(The post in question)
Yeah when I wrote it I was thinking of them accidentally decimating the MTT boys while trying to get away but @bobateaboo had tags about the stars not even realising they were there and just knocking them out and it was way funnier lol
(But also, I think Dream should get to choose violence every once in a while. as a treat)
#UTDR#UTMV#Ask#Anon#I hope you don't mind the tag!#I just thought your tags on that post were really funny#When I was writing it I was thinking of the scene from scary movie#Where Cindy pushes like a bike and a grandma and a piano down the stairs at ghostface#Dream just absolutely obliterating Dust with too much force while running away is such a funny image to me#But the idea that Nightmare bitches to Dream about beating his boys during their home invasion and Dream is like ''what home invasion??''#Is also incredibly funny and I love it
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Cardboard Reaper and Catboy Genji! Cats love boxes!
Kitty punch!
#DID SOMEONE SAY CATBOY GENJI?!#Anon your idea is absolutely adorable#though the cardboard skin looks bland so I modified it#genreaper#overwatch#genji x reaper#reaper x genji#carbonjelly replies#genji shimada#gabriel reyes#deathblade#overwatch reaper#overwatch 2#cardboard reaper#catboy genji#artists on tumblr#please i love them so much
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What did/do you like about Pharah?
Uh, gameplay-wise, I really love characters in shooters who rely on three-dimensional movement techs. Chaining together hover and jump to stay in the air for as long as possible and keep momentum is so satisfying, and picking enemies off from the sky made me feel like a bird of prey. I was a good Pharah main.
Story-wise, there unfortunately isn't much to canonically go off because Pharah is so underutilized and neglected. Her personality's pretty boilerplate "heroic hero" (she's literally inspired by Captain America).
But it's the crumbs/bits and pieces that I really latched onto. Pharah's a confirmed lesbian; her short story with Baptiste implies she harbors a crush on Mercy (fucking thank you.). She's biracial Egyptian/First Nations. She has major mommy issues, having grown up both admiring and resenting Ana. She's the bridge between Old Overwatch, inspired by the idealized heroes who surrounded her childhood, and New Overwatch. She's one of the only inter-generational characters in the cast; someone whose experiences span the gap, which is why I seriously believe Pharah would make a great main character.
There isn't much to go off of, though; she's a very uncomplicated character (she's a soldier for a private military corporation, lol.). But that just means she's a blank slate character, so I've seen fanfic writers run wild and create some really interesting takes on her. My favorite interpretation of her's a dense, herbo gym-bro type (a lot of her liens are about work outs, exercising, and playing sports) who's easily excitable under her seemingly self-serious, armored visage. We see how she tends to gloat and hype herself up when she's on a streak too, so Pharah definitely has a competitive and boastful side under her more professional and militant performance.
Now Mercy? Mercy is a real complex character.
#i was a diehard pharmercy shipper back then btw#the inherent homoerotic experience of pharmercy gameplay.#the homoerotic experience of looking to the skies to fly to safety under the protection of your knight in shining armor#the homoerotic experience of feeling white hot murderous rage at an enemy trying to pick off your pocket mercy#i still kinda despise gency lmao. you cannot convince me mercy would be in love with genji. at all.#he'd make her feel so uncomfortable and guilty. in my head. the canon is obviously different#gency is sexless. absolutely zero bite or tension.#i could go on about mercy and how her character has so much missed potential#i'm no longer in my overwatch fandom phase but#i still think about that new flirty line they added in ow2 where mercy goes ��ahh you're like my knight in shining armor!”#and pharah goes “that's what i'm goin for ;)��� and i sigh dreamily#really happy that pharah outright says she's a lesbian too but it's hard to feel good about rep when you know blizzard uses it for pr#to be honest i'm willing to bet cash that blizzard's keeping pharmercy in their back pocket as ammo for the next controversy#last year we already saw logs about pharah fretting and taking care of mercy and the two talking about how good it is to see each other#tbh pharah has the same energy/demeanor as applejack. cheerful and competitive in a can of whoopass#but yeah overall pharah's a pretty shallow character. i have IDEAS on how i'd go about deepening her but. whatever#that's sorta what happens when you have to juggle a cast of 40 characters. a lot get left with the bare minimum#ok so i wrote this entire post up saying that pharah isn't in ow2's storymode when she is. she's in the story i just. forgot#because she doesn't do or contribute anything interesting#ok i'm stopping here. overwatch's story is such an interesting narrative mess i could go on for hours#i dunno how you come up with such incredible character designs and give them such an unincredible story#it's also so so so interesting seeing the conflicting takes on characters the writers have#mercy in gameplay and voicelines is peppy and cheerful and optimistic#but mercy in the storymode journal logs is tired. jaded. a total shut in who forgets to leave her room and social#and YES! THAT'S WHAT I WANT!!! THAT'S MERCY TO ME!!! THE DOCTOR WHO FORGETS TO TAKE CARE OF HERSELF#ask me#anon
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ty for feeding us I love my weird basement dweller boyfriend
Okayyyyy I guess we can share the basement dweller boyfriend. But I get him on weekends and holidays.
#and every third week.#shared custody for this absolute sleezeball of a man#ruth would be happy to be rid of him#tbh most of the ideas i have come to me when im borderline asleep#im glad you like it anon! love you guys!#longlegs#longlegs x reader#ask#dale kobble#dale kobble x reader
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lmao sorry to keep this going but. tim absolutely had it the easiest of the bat kids, not even a discussion. he had a cushy, priviledged life with parents that actually cared about him, and fanon going uwu poor sad little rich boy so so so neglected and abused... GIRL?!?! cass got the shit kicked out of her till she became the best fighter in the world, and she was homeless for nearly a decade after that and yet often feels like shes the one comforting tim ("""little brother uwu""")
I get you I think it is just frustrating when people try so hard to give Tim the back story Cass already has and then processeds to either not include cass completely or just make her a bland cardboard cutout of a character that's only job in any story is to support which ever male white lead is currently crying
#ask#anon#Like I said frustrating#Tim having an okay privileged childhood does not take away from his character#It just explains alot about how he acts#And the type of trails he has to go through#Like there's something to be said that Tim's the only Robin that really didn't need to become Robin#He went out of his way to ruin his own life#Tim took all his experiences of writing self insert fanfics#To real life practical use#He said fuck it#If my parents won't sell me to batman I'll sell myself to batman#And then he spent the next 10 years realising why that was probably a bad idea#Absolute king of bad decision#We love to see it
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Could you please draw Steven dressing up one of his pokemon??
I hope this wasn't meant to be "dressing up AS one of his pokemon" because I really wanted to draw little lady cradily in a pretty bonnet <3
thanks for the request!
#pokemon#steven stone#cradily#my art#anon#request#i love cradily so much i can’t properly articulate it#one thing about steven’s cradily in particular that’s interesting to me#is that from oras onwards she’s female??#i have absolutely no idea why this change was made#especially for a species with just a 1/8 chance to be female#but to me it’s super cute#that’s his special girl!!
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...am I just losing my mind or did yer icon become evil? I don't remember that BeAst behind Boe
yuuuump always been behind me
#ask#anon#pazuzu's just been there since the beginning#mainly because my avatar use to be of 2D in front of the d-sides album cover. or atleast one of the covers#and i had a lot of transparent edits of 2D over that cover#but when i had Boe made. i put him over it instead and i just kinda kept it like that cause i thought the colours together were really nice#as for the blurry swirls. i just like doing simple effects in paintdotnet#i don't really imagine them as much besides the blurriness of the minds eye. like this is how you'd see the inside of my brain maybe.#or not really my brain. boes minds eye maybe.#i don't know if i have a ''lore explanation'' for pazuzu in Boe's life in limbo/hell#or specifically in relation to Boe i mean#i'd still like to actually visualize what limbo looks like. or specifically the area in limbo in which Boe lives#which is just an old manor in the middle of nowhere. with old computer crts and keyboards in the mud of his back yard#dark purplish skies with maybe blueish roaming fields with no horizon#i do have a map file of me trying to create what i imagine to be Boes house but i've only blocked out his porch#i've got a loose idea of what the layout of his house's interior is like but nothing solid honestly#the reason he lives in an old manor is due to mystery case files: ravenhearst. inspiration-wise#use to play that growing up from bigfishgames. fucking love the look of that manor and the intense mess that resides within#i think i also think about the Gorillaz' o green world phase where they had kong studio's absolutely trashed with junk and shit#did actually buy MCF Ravenhearst the other day actually. specifically for higher res ref images of rooms#played a little of it the other day but i was so tired for most of that day so i didnt play for long#anyway. thank you for the ask anon :) yeah he's always been there. pazuzu kinda just blends into the background i think
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finn hudson, son of ariel and eric moodboard requested by anon
#moodboard#glee#disney descendants#descendants#finn hudson#merman moodboard#anon i absolutely love this idea i found it so fun!!!!!#thanks for the request i hope you like it!!
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Hi your sleeping in the same bed RWRB fic is the most in character that I’ve ever read and it was so lovely! You nailed that! Thanks for writing it :)
omg this is so kind of you to say!!! thank you so much, I really appreciate this!!!! thank you for reading 💛💛💛💛💛
the fic being referenced :)
#fic love#anon#asks#answered#you have no idea how absolutely garbage i have been feeling in recent weeks and frankly months about writing ajsdklfjalsdf#so this was really nice to hear thank you#just feeling low and awful in a lot of ways and it's really#sucking the joy out of this one thing that should be fun#and i think a lot about legacy and impact and i wonder what my place and space is sometimes in the grand scheme of my career/writing#and having so much ambiguity in other spaces of my life makes writing the ONE thing i have control over#so not feeling good about it means i have#literally nothing going for me at the moment jasdfkljalsdjflsadf#i never know how people perceive me or my work#i rely a lot on other people telling me explicitly how they feel about me or my writing#which is obviously dicey as fuck because#that's not a measure of self-worth#and i am the FIRST to tell people that words =/= worth#but right now i am working extra hard to remember this#the itchy feeling persists#but we continue to persevere#won't stop me from writing and posting#anyway sorry to DUMP in the TAGS like a FREAK but#thank you <3#this means a lot
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Hello
Idk if you have received this ask before but how come the mxtx fandom act weird about wwx being resurrected into the body of mxy going as far as calling it let down while I haven’t seen as many complain about sy in sqq body yet. Is it because wwx calls his current body weaker or something although i think it’s because people don’t find mxy!wwx as hot
I have seen angsty aus about how lwj will never have wwx in his original body and how that so sad and I just don’t think it’s that deep lmao 😭
I don’t think I’ve received an ask quite like this except for this bait ask someone sent me some years back, but I’ve seen more people be upset at the idea that Wei Wuxian “body-snatched” Mo Xuanyu (wrong) than I have about Mo Xuanyu’s body supposedly being inferior to Wei Wuxian’s og body. For those that I’ve seen upset at the idea that Mo Xuanyu’s body is somehow “inferior” or something, it is because they have erroneously internalized the idea that Mo Xuanyu’s body was a downgrade to make Wei Wuxian the more “feminine partner,” which is a projection of those readers’ issues that they need to deal with on their own without insisting it’s a thing mxtx actually wrote.
I’ve definitely seen people complain about Shen Yuan usurping Shen Jiu in Shen Qingqiu’s body (again, mostly along the same incorrect lines as the Wei Wuxian/Mo Xuanyu discourse I’ve seen), but I think the difference in how the “benefits” are talked about is that a lot of svsss readers see Shen Yuan’s transmigration into Shen Qingqiu as an “upgrade” (he gets to be hot and fit as Shen Qingqiu, whereas fandom typically imagines Shen Yuan’s og body as sickly and slovenly) while mdzs readers see Wei Wuxian’s resurrection into Mo Xuanyu as a “downgrade” (hot, all-feared, all-powerful yllz!Wei Wuxian that would’ve totally been a top had he been given the chance, we promise! becoming ‘Mo Xuanyu’ who is so disrespected and disregarded that even children feel comfortable bullying him).
Anyways, you’re right anon, it’s not that deep. People just have their own personal hangups on it.
#mdzs asks#svsss asks#anon#I’ll say the people i see lamenting wwx’s og body the most#(based on aesthetics and not the morality of changing bodies lol)#are the fans who are most uncomfortable withbthe idea that wwx is purely a bottom#absolutely loves to bottom#and would have still been exclusively a bottom had he kept his og body#for some reason they want wwx to be a top or ‘switch’ (but really mostly a top)#because of once again the gender expectations they’ve projected onto a completely mlm couple#also slight correct for my answer to the bait post:#wwx in his new body is 6cms shorter than lwj#his og body was only 2cms shorter
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yeah like. if Roy and riza get married it’s half fake marriage to trap each other in misery self harm style and half being genuinely in love. insane of them
no exactly because they don't love each other really and they don't even hate each other really (except for the ways they do) they just. are each other. you don't love your liver or your heart or your lungs they're just a part of you. and they're just a part of each other. but they should never ever get married
#i think like. what it really comes down to is marriage for them being wrapped up in Ideas and Wants#and that's not something the other person is ever going to be equipped to provide#i do think roy—raised in a brothel—does have secret dirty fantasies about being a man with a desk job#and a pretty little wife to come home to and have missionary sex with who tells him everything he did was good and justified#and that he just loves his country#and i think riza conversely has these wants—that she would never admit to herself#because she's just not the sort of person to ever think about it long enough to ever be able to articulate it#and I think those wants comprise a handsome dark haired husband and children to love quietly and fully#and a new apartment that she's constantly renovating and keeping absolutely tidy (nothing like the home she grew up in)#and in this fantasy she was never a soldier—just a secretary maybe—and her husband is an artist#and anyways. what it all comes down to for both of them. is that the other person can't ever be who they'd want to be married to#and they can't ever be the sort of person that someone would marry#and they'd make themselves utterly miserable trying to do it anyways#fmab#asks#anon#roy mustang#riza hawkeye
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Could you write an AU where Berkeley was never caught and he recaptured wren for revenge?
[SV-240 masterlist]
contents: recapture, defiant whumpee, tied to a table, death threats, torture, knives, carved mark, non-graphic fingore/amputation.
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"Rise and shine, sweetheart."
Wren flinches, blinking slowly but not seeing much, still groggy after… whatever happened between him being out and about and waking up here, wherever here is.
A firm slap to the face sobers him up. He wishes it hadn’t.
He’s tied up again - or rather tied down, lying on his back on something, probably a table, his wrists and ankles held in place by coarse rope. He’s shirtless, vulnerable, and the air is cold against his skin. Pulling at the restraints achieves nothing, and he starts panicking, struggling to breathe, because this was supposed to be over, he was free, and now he’s been kidnapped again by-
“Daniel taught me how to tie a good knot, so don’t bother. I’m sure he’d send his regards if he could.”
Daniel. Sweetheart. Whoever this is knows, must have known his tormentor, and when Wren turns his head to face the source of the familiar voice, his breath catches in his throat, his eyes go wide and his blood runs cold.
Berkeley.
He looks different - his hair has been shoddily cut short and dyed brown, he’s wearing colored contacts to hide the blue of his irises, and his freckles are concealed, but Wren still recognizes him immediately. Just like the last time he saw him there’s fury in his eyes, but no more hysteria or fear; only something dark and resigned.
“My disguise is no good, is it?” he snorts. “Is it my voice? Or is my face just burned into your mind? Or is it because I’m the only other person who knows what Daniel used to call you?”
This can’t be happening.
“You know you won’t get away with this,” Wren says, trying to mask the trembling in his voice.
“Is that really the best you can do?” Berkeley rolls his eyes. “Fuck, you’re pathetic.”
“This isn’t like that.” Wren shakes his head, but his heart stutters for a moment when Berkeley swears, as if that, not the kidnapping, not the restraints, not the unnerving expression, was proof that something was wrong. “People know I’m not dead. They’ll find me and finally lock your cowardly ass up.”
“They haven’t found me yet, though, have they? So I’d say we have some time for ourselves.” Berkeley shrugs and approaches slowly, step by step - and once he’s right by the table again, in a blink of an eye he wraps his hands around Wren’s throat and presses down, making him gasp.
“I could kill you.” He tightens his grip, and Wren’s hands twitch as the restraints stop him from instinctively reaching up to grab his attacker. “That would be it, Daniel would be avenged, yada yada. But I don’t give a shit about Daniel.” The corners of his lips rise slightly, a half-hearted remnant of his usual smirk, as he takes in Wren’s panic, wide eyes, frantic gasps. “I told him buying you was insane, but he convinced me. Then I told him he was too lenient with you, letting you wander around like you were free just because he wanted to play house. Of course I was right, and now he’s dead, and I’d just call it karma if you hadn’t ruined my life too. Everyone I worked with has been locked up. I’m being hunted.” His voice wavers a little bit. “And it’s all thanks to you, Rackham.”
His grip gets even tighter, and Wren’s eyes glaze over with tears. He’s still struggling, but he doesn’t control it; it’s pure instinct trying to save him from something he can’t be saved from.
Berkeley lets go, takes a step back and watches as Wren starts coughing, turning his head to the side to avoid choking. He’s still panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, when he glares at Berkeley and asks, in as defiant a tone as he can muster:
“So what do you want from me?”
Berkeley laughs - his laughter is different, not genuine like it used to be, not hysterical like during the call, but completely dry; the laughter of someone completely disillusioned, with nothing to lose.
“I want to make you suffer. I want to see you cry and beg, because that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? And Daniel’s not here to stop me from hurting his precious little sweetheart too much.” He lays his hands on the edge of the table, close to Wren’s side, and leans over him. “I don’t know how long I want to draw it out yet. I feel like no matter how much you’ll scream and cry and beg it will never be enough to make up for what you’ve done, but when I feel like the time is right… that’s when I’ll finally kill you.” He can’t help but smile at that, and a shiver of excitement runs up his spine.
No. Wren has to press his lips together to stay quiet, avoid protesting out loud, but his heartbeat is painful and deafening. If the air in the room was cold before, now it’s downright freezing. No, no, no, not again, I was safe, I survived, I can’t die now, I can’t die like this.
“Hey, don’t worry, Rackham,” Wren flinches, still staring at Berkeley in horror, when he pats his cheek, smiling. “Like I said, I won’t kill you until I’m through with you, and I haven’t even started. So, what should we do first…?” He runs his finger down Wren’s chest, making him shiver, and cocks his head to the side, thinking. “I guess I should warn you that Daniel is- was,” he lets out a dry chuckle, “better at this than I am, so there’s a chance I’ll kill you by accident, or something. I want to start with something safe, though, so we can have more fun later.”
Wren is more than familiar with the meaning of the look in Berkeley’s eyes, together with his smirk - the gleam of an idea he’s not going to like at all.
“There’s this word you don’t like, right?” Berkeley walks over to a counter lined with various tools he’d found in the hideout. “Daniel told me to stop using it after my first visit.”
He picks up a knife and lifts it up to let his helpless captive take a good look at it; he inspects it with narrowed eyes, humming to himself before deciding that it’s the right tool for the job. He takes a rag and some antiseptic as well and turns around, delighted to see terror in Wren’s eyes, obvious despite his attempts to hide it behind a glare.
“I think it’s fitting, though.” Berkeley returns to the table and sets the knife aside for the time being. “After what you’ve done.”
“You’ve always liked the sound of your own voice,” Wren says, eyeing the knife anxiously, knowing exactly what Berkeley’s talking about but not wanting to accept it.
“Maybe.” Berkeley smiles; it's easier to smile now, when he can escape from his bleak reality back into the thrill of being fully in control. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear your voice, and by that I mean your screams. Feel free to do that as much as you like. No one’s gonna hear you here.”
The good news is that Wren is fairly sure he won't give Berkeley the satisfaction of hearing him scream; Daniel - whom Wren hasn't thought about this much in weeks, but he has more pressing matters to worry about right now - had cut him so many times that it had become part of the routine, such mundane torture. He’d be terrified if Berkeley plunged the knife into his abdomen with full intention of finishing what Daniel had started, but apparently the plan is to keep him alive.
For now.
The bad news, of course, is that he’s been kidnapped, brought somewhere no one can hear him scream, and he’s going to be tortured all over again.
I’m on Earth this time. Everyone knows I’m alive. They’re going to save me.
He closes his eyes.
Before it’s too late.
He flinches when Berkeley wipes down his chest with the rag, which he must have dipped in the antiseptic. When he notices his captive’s frown, he shrugs.
“Just to be safe. I can’t exactly take you to a hospital if something goes wrong, can I?”
"Why not? I'm sure everyone would be happy to see both of us," Wren says, fixing his eyes on the ceiling. "You could still do a good deed and not be charged with murder on top of everything else."
“So you think this is going to be my first murder,” Berkeley snorts, and Wren’s eyes snap to him in shock.
“You-”
“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.” He shrugs, amused. “It’s just funny you assumed that. Anyway, Rackham,” he says as he grabs the knife and grins, “let’s get started.”
It doesn’t matter how much Wren had gone through with Daniel. It doesn’t matter that this shouldn’t affect him. He starts shivering, and he decides to blame it on the cold. He doesn’t want to close his eyes and show his torturer how scared he is, so he goes back to staring at the ceiling; the downside of that is that he can see Berkeley lowering the knife in his peripheral vision.
The sensation of the knife cutting into him is familiar, but so much time has passed that it still comes as a shock. It’s just a short line, the knife is dragged downwards and then raised, all but confirming Wren’s suspicions.
I.
It’s just a word. A stupid word. Soon to be carved into him, sure, but he is going to be found soon, and surely the cuts will be healable then, they will be gone without trace and that will be it.
He still has to blink away tears when the knife returns. A line, a semicircle, then another, separate line.
D. I.
“So,” he says through gritted teeth, “now it’s your turn to leave your signature on me, huh?”
Berkeley rolls his eyes, but can’t hide a smile.
“Very funny, Rackham.”
“Thanks.”
O, cut out agonizingly slowly - and yet Wren doesn’t scream, barely even whimpers. It’s his tiny victory, not giving Berkeley the satisfaction he was hoping for. No matter what he does, it won’t be worse than what Daniel used to do.
“How about I make a pun? I’m disappointed you’re not delivering.” He grits his teeth when the knife pierces his skin once more to carve the final letter, and he has to stifle a groan. “Alright, I got it: Your lack of appreciation for my jokes cuts me deep?”
Berkeley snorts at that and shakes his head. “Alright. I do appreciate them, for the record, cause I know what you’re hiding behind your idiotic humor.”
Wren frowns, but it’s not like he can argue with that. As the last line is added, he has to blink away new tears.
T.
Idiot.
Berkeley takes a step back to take a critical look at his work - even bloody letters on Wren’s chest, where he’ll have no choice but to see them, impossible to ignore unlike the brand on his back.
“Smile for the camera, idiot!” He snaps a few pictures, making sure to capture Wren’s expression, so desperately blank, but tense with pain and emotion, until he’s happy with the result. “Perfect. I can add these to all the damn photos Daniel had sent me. Maybe I’ll show you someday, take a trip down memory lane, hm?”
“I’ll pass,” Wren spits, glaring at Berkeley as he leans against the side of the table.
“You should still see this one, though,” he says, holding up his communicator - found in the hideout too, modified to be impossible to track down - with one of the photos displayed.
Just like when his mouth was stitched shut for the second time, it’s seeing the effects of the torture in a picture that finally hits. It’s not a picture of a survivor - it’s a picture of a hopeless, powerless captive at his captor’s mercy.
It was supposed to be over. I was supposed to be free. I won, and it doesn’t mean shit.
“This is what your body will look like when they find it,” Berkeley says in the tone of casual small talk. “I mean, I’ll probably make a couple more modifications, but this” -he runs his finger around the carved letters, careful not to touch them- “is the first thing they’re going to see. A completely normal word for them. They’ll probably wonder why I’d choose something so mundane and… tame, but it doesn’t matter, does it? We know why, and that’s enough.”
Trying not to dwell on the promise of more modifications, Wren follows Berkeley with his eyes as he pushes himself upright and starts pacing to and fro: three steps, heel turn, three steps, lost in thought.
“You know, you disappointed me, Rackham,” he sighs.
“I’m so sorry,” Wren says, trying to sound unbothered, yet his heartbeat picks up the pace. It was supposed to be over. What else does he want?
“I wanted to hear you scream, remember? And you didn’t deliver at all.”
Wren swallows when Berkeley stops to pick up the knife and twirl it in his fingers.
“I should've expected that, honestly. It’s not your first time, and Daniel had cut you more times than you can count, hm?”
“It’s kinda what you signed up for when you sold me to a sadist.”
“Guess so,” Berkeley laughs, looking at Wren with narrowed eyes. “In that case I think I should try to come up with something Daniel never did to you, to really keep you on your toes.”
Then he smirks, and Wren knows he’s doomed.
His thoughts are racing when he follows Berkeley with his gaze as he circles the table, gently tapping the tip of the knife with his finger. Something he’s never experienced - or at least Berkeley thinks so, because he can’t know about everything Wren went through on SV-240. Even though the last thing he wants is to recall Daniel’s voice, Wren desperately tries to remember any torture methods Daniel had told him about, lamenting not having the means to try them out, but his mind draws a blank. He doesn’t have much time to try and predict what’s going to happen to him anyway; when Berkeley finally stops by Wren’s side, his movements are so fast that Wren barely has a chance to process what’s happening.
Berkeley takes his right hand.
Cut my hand?
Straightens out his fingers.
But it’s nothing new.
Grabs his pinky.
Wait-
Holds the knife right above the joint connecting the finger to the palm.
No, no, he can’t-
“You were complaining about the lack of puns.” Berkeley smiles down at Wren, who stares back at him with wide eyes. “So here’s one: keep your fingers crossed that the cut is clean.”
“No-”
It takes a second or two for Wren to get past the initial shock of having his pinky cut clean off, and when he does, the pain catches up to him, new and nauseating.
This time, much to his captor's delight, he does scream.
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What do you think of the possessive (lv20?) Cross x Shattered Dream's?
Ehh, I'm kinda 50/50 about it??
I've seen probably next to nothing for that specific version of the Cream/Dark Cream ship, so I'm not sure how the dynamic is. Sometimes possessive behavior isn't bad, and sometimes it can even be amusing to see if nothing serious happens and it's meant to be a comedic thing. Other times, possessive behavior can go waaaaaay overboard, right into yuckville. Think yandere territory, but potentially worse, somehow
Uhhhhh I guess the tldr is that idk much of anything about LV20 Cross and Shattered Dream as a ship. I see the potential and I'm intrigued, but eh. Slightly iffy, because I'm not sure how possessive we're talking
#anon#asks#hhhhhh#words are hard rn#apologies if this makes absolutely no sense whatsoever#don't get me wrong. i do love a good yandere character every so often#and they're NOTORIOUSLY possessive creatures#but (flails hands and spits out a string of jibberish at you)#idk what I'm even saying tbh#no idea where i was going with that
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