#also this is more of a yandere-ish route

[lilly-of-the-vale]

actually wanted to send an ask for a while but you need it now so...

VALE, MAKE MORE WOLF!SUGURU AND LAMB!READER CONTENT AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRRS 🛐🛐

DEAEST ANON MY SAVIOR!!! I plan i plan i plan to expand on this and turn it into a fic but for now i will be dropping some lore.

As previously mentioned, he's very subservient and overprotective and literally thinks he was placed on this planet to serve and protect you. He really does wholeheartedly believe that you're the purest life form there is and understands that you're capable and clever, but he's so desperate to be of use to you. Is actually restless if he's not doing things for you.

He somehow manages to balance between seeing you as this precious devine entity in need of constant servitude and also respecting the shit out of you??? He's pretty fucking weird icl 😭😭

I have this wip of an idea that the whole meeting happened when you left your flock and wandered into the forest as it's something you do quiet often (not very approved of by your peers, but i want lamb!reader to be a powerful independent presence) and he catches a glimpse of you and is immediately intrigued lol, his infatuation only grows when he approaches you and you completely shut down his attempts for a conversation, you came here to be alone remember? You stay on his mind long after you return back home and he is left to wonder when you'll be back.

I feel like you wouldn't pay any mind to him at first. He'll have to work for your attention, lmaoo, but when you do, eventually get together (it starts with you visiting him in the forest more often and even staying at his own place) or even just reciprocate a fraction of his feelings, he goes apeshit and probably oversteps 😭😭 like an overprotective mother he starts INSISTING you stay at his house so he could take care of you better and sleep well, catches bunnies for you and crashes out when you refuse to let him hand feed you what he cooked, will be placing both of ur food portions in the same plate<- this is a fixation of his, coaxes you to sleep in his arms, the whole overbearing husband experience, he's very clingy and doting tbh, he really wants to tend to you. Also he's obsessed with your ears.

You could try to ghost him, but he would definitely just destroy your reputation to have you return to him, starts to show up on front of your home like a crazy ex and gives everyone else a heart attack, eventually the other lambs associate you two together and choose to "sacrifice you" to the vicious beast in the forest. That way, in hopes of getting rid of him once and for all. This way you have nowhere else to go. You'll have to let him tend to you properly.

He will whimper and pout like a puppy when you freak out on him about it, bcuz really he doesn't wnat to upset you ever, but he sees this as necessary evil or some form of tough love? but really, what can you do? At the end of the day, he's the only person who doesn't think you're a bad Oman.

[theamityelf]

Speaking of underrated Yandere characters... what about Makoto? What would he be like as a Yandere? Can we even yan-ify the lad? I imagine the amount of power he has as Ultimate Hope (if this is post-everything) could be wielded in a real scary fashion... but at the same time, Makoto has so little malice in his body I'm really struggling to think of actual harmful yan-yan activities he could do that wouldn't just make me want to pinch his cheeks and go, "You're adorable!" ....Maybe that's a skill issue on my side, though. Since I find everything Makoto does to be babygirl

OKAY, let's do this. 🤩

As you've kind of observed, this needs to be divided into Pre-Tragedy Yandere Makoto vs. Post-THH Yandere Makoto. (There's a gap in there, between the Tragedy and the end of THH, because anything he does as a yandere while locked in Hope's Peak would be less interesting and so I'm ignoring that time period.)

I'm trying to keep this as in-character as possible, so I should say, before I begin, that it's also possible to go a "Makoto's canon personality is a front to cover his creepy yandere side" route, instead. That just wasn't my choice for this post. There are a lot of ways to go with this, and I'm kind of zeroing in on one interpretation.

(You can read this as x Reader; the best canon character to use as the darling for this is probably Hajime or some other non-Ultimate character.)

Pre-Tragedy Yandere Makoto: The yandere side doesn't kick in until they're in an established relationship. Makoto is pretty great at pining and having unrequited feelings for people; pre-Tragedy, I'm willing to say there's a generous off-ramp where the person doesn't return Makoto's feelings and nothing comes of it.

Pre-Tragedy Yandere Makoto, the trap only closes if he starts to date the person or get close to them in a way that is understood to be romantic, at which point his behavior is...extremely considerate. Or I should say, extremely thoughtful; considerate implies there are robust boundaries.

It's like, he's constantly giving his darling things they'll like, or things that remind him of them.

He of course doesn't announce to his classmates that he's dating someone; they notice the change in indirect ways (since he still doesn't talk about himself or his life that much). They notice he's often in a noticeably good mood, and he's often going above and beyond to accommodate his darling's needs. (The more true this is, the worse it'll be later.)

If his darling likes a certain musician, he's finding a way to get them sold-out concert tickets. (Maybe it's Ibuki's old group, and he has to do her homework for a week to get her to call them to get him tickets.) If his darling is home sick from school, he's making sure he has their notes for the day and doing favors for Teruteru to get them some soup and just generally, the vibe is, "Wow, Makoto really likes this person; he's going all out. They're so lucky. He's so great."

So, if the person ever tries to break up, some of Makoto's less scrupulous friends are going to be a serious obstacle.

Something like, Byakuya ordering them to take Makoto back, like, "His birthday is coming up, I didn't know what to get him, so I bought the bank that owns your house. Take him back, or I'll evict you."

Kyoko doesn't blackmail them, but she does some standard detective-ish stalking, enough to be like (if it's Hajime), "I wondered why you would break up with him, but then I found this [Kamukura Project signup sheet]. Needless to say, I think he'd like to know that the reason wasn't anything to do with him. I'll be taking this with me."

Mondo not explicitly threatening them but cornering them and asking a bunch of questions. "So, what gives? There's no way he fvckin' cheated; he was practically doodling your name in hearts 'n sh!t. So what's the problem?" (And Fuyuhiko might pull a similar thing. Makoto makes a lot of friends.)

If his darling tells him what his friends are doing on his behalf, he'll just smile sheepishly like, "Oh, sorry about that," and do nothing to stop them. He didn't tell them to do any of it, because he doesn't have to, and he kind of knows that and lowkey uses it.

Post-THH Yandere Makoto: Post-THH, the opt-out isn't there; if he's spending enough time with someone to develop feelings for them, his friends notice the change in his mood and that's pretty much a wrap, whether they start dating or not. "You can't leave. I haven't seen him this happy since before the killing game." "With everything the world is taking from him, he deserves one thing."

In either case, he's a very persuasive yandere. It's easy to explain away any clinginess or off behavior he shows. Anything he does personally (as in, not via being-sad-around-his-friends), he does for a reason. His yandere self is a weird parody of normalcy, where keeping tabs on the person he loves makes sense for a lot of reasons that seem obvious when he says them in that simple, innocent way, but he'll look away shyly if the person he loves were to take their shirt off.

Anything he can't explain away, he'll just apologize for. He's a really easy person to get along with. He adapts to people very well, and he has molded himself around his darling.

He catches them in a lie– even just a normal lie, like exaggerating what time they got back to their room after school, work, or whatever else –and gladly accepts any reasoning for it, and it always seems like he's the one being taken advantage of, because he's always so eager to accept his darling's excuses, but hey, why were you able to point out the lies in the first place, Makoto? And why did you?

Example:

"Yeah, sorry I didn't answer your text. I didn't get out of my study group until, like, 9pm, and by that point I was just too exhausted to check my phone."

"Really? That's weird. Chihiro told me you got out at about 5:45. And I heard that you were scrolling Instagram on your way to your room."

"...Yeah...Well I just...I accidentally checked my texts during study group, so by the time I got out, everything was marked as read and I forgot to text back."

"I figured it was something like that. No hard feelings! It's not like it was an emergency or anything. Hey, I got you something from the school store...!"

[darkrpfinders]

Hi!! F, 20+ looking for any type of character to write against my possessive, spoiled, rich boy oc in an mxm long-term roleplay!! I only write over discord with an advanced literate type of style, probably 300-400 words but I never mind if it’s longer. I’m also open to pretty much any and all dead dove themes aside from heavy kinks or animal cruelty. My character is a switch, but often leans towards the service top/submissive top side!

I’m not a huge fan of fully rapid fire style replies, and I like to take my time with responses since I work full time but I typically aim to respond a few times a week depending on reply length. Incorporating text style roleplay (with Tupperbox or otherwise) alongside threads is another element I really enjoy including! I also love chatting ooc and spitballing different ideas about our characters so I'd prefer a partner who’s just as invested in our dynamic!!

A few tropes I would love to explore are: mutual/one sided obsession, forced feminization, stockholm syndrome, forbidden relationships and codependency. My character is definitely the more dominant type so I’m completely alright with writing that type of role. Supernatural elements such as vampires and werewolves would also be something I’d love to include, or fantasy elements, but it’s not a requirement at all.

Some loose plots I had in mind are ideas like: a lonely scientist crafting an android for intimacy, a werewolf and a vampire in a forbidden relationship, an incel-ish subscriber to a spicy content creator or a yandere wooing their darling into a perfect relationship by secretly stalking them! None of these are super concrete, so I’m completely open to alternative routes or suggestions! Leave a like if you’re interested and i’ll shoot you a message! 🖤

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[prpfz]

Hi!! F, 20+ looking for any type of character to write against my possessive, spoiled, rich boy oc in an mxm long-term roleplay!! I only write over discord with an advanced literate type of style, probably 300-400 words but I never mind if it’s longer. I’m also open to pretty much any and all dead dove themes aside from heavy kinks or animal cruelty. My character is a switch, but often leans towards the service top/submissive top side!

I’m not a huge fan of fully rapid fire style replies, and I like to take my time with responses since I work full time but I typically aim to respond a few times a week depending on reply length. Incorporating text style roleplay (with Tupperbox or otherwise) alongside threads is another element I really enjoy including! I also love chatting ooc and spitballing different ideas about our characters so I'd prefer a partner who’s just as invested in our dynamic!!

A few tropes I would love to explore are: mutual/one sided obsession, forced feminization, stockholm syndrome, forbidden relationships and codependency. My character is definitely the more dominant type so I’m completely alright with writing that type of role. Supernatural elements such as vampires and werewolves would also be something I’d love to include, or fantasy elements, but it’s not a requirement at all.

Some loose plots I had in mind are ideas like: a lonely scientist crafting an android for intimacy, a werewolf and a vampire in a forbidden relationship, an incel-ish subscriber to a spicy content creator or a yandere wooing their darling into a perfect relationship by secretly stalking them! None of these are super concrete, so I’m completely open to alternative routes or suggestions! Leave a like if you’re interested and i’ll shoot you a message! 🖤

give a like and anon will get back to you

[cherchersketch]

Some recent manhwa DNFs

I was the Real One Yes, it is solely because the ML was finally revealed and I am, unfortunately, Team Joseph. Honestly, I was quite enjoying the Girl Power (TM) plot and I wish it followed the original novel/ went the Who Made Me A Princess route and just didn't bother with a main romance.

When the Count's Illegitimate Daughter gets Married It got kind of boring in the middle, especially since they resolved the "revenge against the shitty family" plot pretty fast. I did skip to the end-ish part and it was 'ight.

Villainesses have more Fun Yes, once again, an ML issue. I have nothing against age gaps but I can't get into the romance story when they start out just looking like there's a big age gap. Also the whole slave thing.

No more Nice Sis So many of these revenge plots start of fairly interesting, if a bit cliche, and I don't mind cliche but it was getting really slow and going nowhere.

Side Characters Deserve Love Too I love a whacky fangirl plot but gender bender is not really my cup of tea. Some of my fave whacky fangirl plots are currently { My Derelict Beloved } and { A Flowery Path for the Devastated Male Lead }. I do know that it's currently completed though and the ML does get more yandere-ish clingy as well, if you're into that kind of trope.

Beatrice Got bored. The art was pretty but honestly I was never all that into the plot. FL felt too passive for me.

Lucia Basically about the same as Beatrice.

The Stereotypical Life of a Reincarnated Lady I really wanted to like the "girl thinks she's an extra in a novel" plot but it never felt whacky enough for the premise. All the characters just look like this =.= the whole time so I also feel like this =.= when reading.

I Stan the Prince The art looks great and the "wrote a fanfic about the ML" plot looked like it would be interesting. But it just fell flat, for me.

The Duke of Ashleyan's Contractual Marriage Love a kickass FL. But the 2nd ML's unrequited feelings made me sad, even though it was still pretty early in the story. I literally only managed to get to chapter 18 ;;;

I don't want to be a Lady The plot is so ??? The FL has the same wackiness as Melissa in { Beware the Villainess } but it doesn't really fit into the plot as well. The tone and characters just seem really messy and don't really fit.

[sugar-omi]

Have you played other vn games? Like Intertwined, Keyframes, Project Blue. There's this new vn called Alaris.

Or have you tried horror vns like Sunny Day Jack?

i've actually played all of those!!! well, all besides keyframes. i've been meaning to though, all the characters n the art is so gorgeous... ive been knocked off my feet fr...

but oh man i've played so many vn's... can't even remember em all, i keep remembering them as i type haha

although, i've never really played horror games, in fact, i don't think i've ever played a horror game, believe it or not, i'm a bit of a scaredy cat LOL i do watch a lot of horror gameplays though

OH WAIT. i mean, it's not horror, but it's yandere. i've played 14 days, i need to play it again because i only played day 1 demo and never finished day 2 when it dropped. so freaking excited for the full game

oh! i did play doki doki literature club. that was crazyy

i've also played obscura, and again- only played it when the demo first dropped, so i haven't played it if there's been any updates since, although i've seen some stuff from their tumblr/twitter. i think it's bit horror ish. more mystery maybe? not sure what the genre is there

i also played 'teachers. with love and passion.' and it has lowkey yandere themes in one of the routes, and last time i played it, the yandere route hadn't been released but i think it has since then

oh!!! my favorite, besides OL of course haha, would have to be 'fujiwara bittersweet'. if you play that, please please read the tags because it's a bit heavy, but it's so freaking good. last i knew, the dev was remaking it? not sure if they're still doing that, but i'll sooo play it again. loved that game so much

also enjoyd touchstarved. i haven't played it since the first demo, but i've been meaning to play since they updated the demo. literally leander and ais were eating away at my brain for days after i played.. theyre so... hnng i love them. n i love the whole thing going on, the plot is !!!

oh i've also played 'the kid in the back' demo, so excited for the full game!! yknow i love emo boys, he's so cute. n i do Not mind some yandere whatsoever, so i'm verryyy excited

[yestrday]

omg omg ikemen villain! okay,, so there’s 2 characters that are kind of “yandere”-ish; elbert and ellis. elbert is the blonde one with blue eyes with a lot of white/blue motifs, he’s obsessed with beauty and collecting beautiful things, in the game he finds mc to be one of most beautiful people he’s seen. ellis has dark hair and purple eyes and has black/purple motifs, he’s obsessed with happiness and people’s happiest moments, he’s route hasn’t released in jp so we don’t know much about him other than that and that he’s kind of… intense when it comes to that to the point he’ll bombard you with questions about happiness if you bring it up. elbert is more of the “i want to take you for myself and never let you go because i want to own you” whole ellis is more “i love you so much i want to be the one to kill you”! currently, the game is set to release next year in eng and out of the two, elbert will the first one to get his route released (he’s the first route outside of the starter 3 to be released), ellis will - based on patterns from old cybrid games - be one of the last ones, he’ll probably be in the last 1/3 of the og routes released before a (theoretical) 2nd act starts ;; elbert’s route seems to be pretty tragic and (from what i��ve seen) he’s pretty possessive and protective.

WOW ehehehe why are both of them so my type <333 kinda surprised that we don't have the usual heterochromia yandere. also confused on how tf you make a game full of criminal men and not make all of them at least a taddd bittt yandere. oh well, gotta appeal to the masses 😔

[yuumouche]

I'm so done with Yan and love him instead

Waring some yandere ish tendencies

Also I'm not sure if I want to continue this story so dunno but I decided why not post this.

Roanoke Woods

It was another painful round for Nathan being forced into this cruel mist near life and death, surviving to do another merciless round. But recently he and Yan had started to have problems where she started blaming him for almost every time a gen exploded or not being fast enough to try harder against the killers.

“Ugh, Nathan, hurry up. This gen isn't waiting all day for your slow behind!” Yan yelled, snapping.

Nathan panting from running, followed Yan to the gen.

“Yan you're overreacting we still have time before P3-ng comes here,” said Nathan

Yan didn't take it lightly and just stayed quiet; glaring at Nathan, before making a comeback, “Just don't let my machine get destroyed or something.”

Nathan wanted to say something to Yan, but couldn't find his words or voice. Until he heard footsteps coming closer making loud thuds.

Thump….Thump…Thump!

Nathan didn't want to look back, however, his body betrayed him and did so anyway. His eyes met P3-NG’s, his slick black hair just above his deep, rich milk chocolate eye that shined underneath the small light of the cabin.

Nathan could stare at them any day till he heard the loud, ear-piercing beep of Yan's device, which snapped him out of the dream-like state as his heartbeat had risen, taking in the situation.

Nathan's legs quickly moved, and they sprinted away from the cabin. He couldn't pay attention to his surroundings without hearing the same footsteps.

Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump!

Nathan knew he couldn't escape for long, but he didn't expect to run into Yan working on a gen.

“Nathan what the heck?! Leave me alone!” yelled Yan before she noticed P3-NG behind Nathan. She continued to do the gen but got downed fast. P3-NG didn't even notice or acknowledge her presence, he just kept his eyes on chasing his target, Nathan, once again.

P3-NG ran closer trying to catch up to the bodyguard but missing his lunge attack each time.

The timer ticked as the minutes decreased, one generator needed to be done till the gates opened.

Nathan kept his pace of sprinting. Arriving at a large log house, entering from the main door, and going to the second floor, he then vaulted over to the lower balcony. He made presence hidden from the killer, by hiding behind a wall.

Nathan tried to regulate his breathing and breath quietly, but everything went fast. His heartbeat was faster than before, and all Nathan could hear were those familiar steps.

Thump…Thump…Thump!

An unsettling silence suddenly fell, taking the air around Nathan; the footsteps fell silent.

Nathan's thoughts swirled around his inner mind, searching for any possible escape routes. For some reason, he didn't want to leave P3-NG alone like after the incident.

Before Nathan could reminisce more about the past, he felt cold, metallic arms grasping his body; it sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to speak, but silence and fear showed throughout his body and mind. He knew there was no escape from him.

P3-NG never thought this day would come when Nathan would be nothing but a simple human ready to be his toy, his plaything, and only his.

He forced Nathan into his arms, carried him outside the large logged house, and headed northeast to a large empty cabin surrounded by emptiness and trees. Once inside the cabin lay a bed and some furniture neither old nor new.

Nevertheless, P3-NG gets to work and sets his beloved Nathan in bed who didn't dare speak out of rudeness.

Meanwhile, Nathan’s mind thought of every dirty fantasy, he never wanted to tell the android in front of him. He yelled at P3-NG, “What do you want from me!?” the android chuckled as his cold, metallic fingers went through parts of his beloved thick hair, seeing Nathan's face filled with redness. Before leaving the small room, Nathan was alone.

[spopsys-archive]

<3 | Ikemen prince

<3 | Jin Grandet

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Chevalier Michel

| What he may never see

Angst/comfort fic | Platonic mother and son relationship between MC and Chevalier | TW neglect, angst, murder, attempted assassination, injury mention, blood mention

| Burning love

Angst fic | TW death/ murder, arson, betrayal

| Nothing left to take

Yandere fic I TW yandere, abuse, blood. murder, obsessive behaviour, isolation, forced relationship/ forced co-dependancy

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

| Upsetting and then comforting MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis and Rio (separate) | TW injury/near injury, Chevalier being rude, Rio keeping secrets

| Clumsy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis, Luke and Silvio (separate) | TW Silvio being,,, Silvio. He's rude. Also a little bit of objectifying in the possessive sense??? I mean,,, it's still Silvio, yano?

- — — — <3

<3 | Clavis Lelouch

| All of the things I love about you

Fluff/angst-ish | TW self doubt, insecurity

| That little demon!

Platonic gen fic??? I TW medicine mention

| Truly and utterly drained

Comfort/fluff (mostly comfort) fic | TW fevers, stress, spoilers for Clavis" route (kind of)

| What happens now?

Angst with an almost kind of vaguely hopeful ending fic | TW insecurity, angst and self doubt

| Fall for me more

Fluff fic | No TW

| He doesn't want to think about it

Angst fic I TW death mention, death of a loved one, fear, crying, allusions to abuse, self loathing, spoilers for Clavis' route

| Depressed MC

Headcanon | TW depression, lack of motivation, a lil bit of self doubt, also a lil bit of self neglect, minor allusions to spoilers for his route

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

| Upsetting and then comforting MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis and Rio (separate) | TW injury/near injury, Chevalier being rude, Rio keeping secrets

- — — — <3

<3 | Leon Dompter

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Yves Kloss

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Licht Klein

| Flirty and affectionate MC who gets flustered and defensive at returned affection

Headcanon | Chevalier, Licht, Leon and Clavis (separate) | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Nokto Klein

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Luke Randolph

| To let myself fall into your embrace

Comfort | TW mention of skipping meals and sleep

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

| Clumsy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis, Luke and Silvio (separate) | TW Silvio being,,, Silvio. He's rude. Also a little bit of objectifying in the possessive sense??? I mean,,, it's still Silvio, yano?

- — — — <3

<3 | Rio Ortiz

| General Rio dating headcanons

Headcanon | TW a few allusions to yandere behaviour and possessiveness/ jealousy

| Rio with a depressed MC struggling with motivation

Headcanon | TW depression

| Jealousy headcanons

Headcanon | Nokto, Rio, Yves and Chevalier (separate) | TW jealousy, yandere-ish themes for Rio specifically and a little bit of hinting at it in Chev's kind of but not really???, questioning one's self worth/ insecurity

| Upsetting and then comforting MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis and Rio (separate) | TW injury/near injury, Chevalier being rude, Rio keeping secrets

- — — — <3

<3 | Sariel Noir

| Shy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Luke, Sariel and Nokto (separate) | TW Chev being Chev, Clavis and Nokto will never let you rest

- — — — <3

<3 | Emma (MC)

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Gilbert Von Obsidian

| Trust yourself to me

Angst fic I TW angst, you try and kill him, knife, blood, crying, emotional manipulation, gaslighting

| Eyes on me

Fluff fic | No TW

| To really know you

Angst fic | TW insecurity mention, blood and injury mention

| Eyes on me

Fluff fic | No TW

| Jealousy

Gen fic ? | Gilbert x Silvio | TW jealousy, allusions maybe to violent tendencies, alcohol

- — — — <3

<3 | Silvio Ricci

| Jealousy

Gen fic ? | Gilbert x Silvio | TW jealousy, allusions maybe to violent tendencies, alcohol

| Clumsy MC

Headcanon | Chevalier, Clavis, Luke and Silvio (separate) | TW Silvio being,,, Silvio. He's rude. Also a little bit of objectifying in the possessive sense??? I mean,,, it's still Silvio, yano?

- — — — <3

<3 | Keith Howell

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | All

| Do the ikepri characters swear? (Look in the reblogs for some additions in regards to the three new characters)

TW swearing

| Ikepri as random stuff l've said

No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Series

❤️ | And so time flows - Clavis × Female MC

| Memories like precious shadows - And so time flows: Part 1

General/healing with mild angst fic | TW insecurity, unrequited love (???), death/killing mention

| New blooms - And so time flows: Part 2

Not yet posted

| Wistfulness and a steeled resolve - And so time flows: Part 3

Not yet posted

| Moving forwards; looking back - And so time flows: Part 4

Not yet posted

| A loss for some, joy for others - As time flows: Part 5

Not yet posted

[actualbird]

i think itd be really funny if luke and mc had no sense of normal boundaries with each other whatsoever

i recently remembered this exchange from luke’s personal story 3

luke: //says something INCREDIBLY CREEPY STALKER-ISH VERY CASUALLY

mc: //answers sheepishly but in no way indicating that that INCREDIBLY CREEPY STALKER-ISH DETAIL is in any way indeed INCREDIBLY CREEPY AND STALKER-ISH

me: oh so you guys are WEIRD weird

i went back to replay the scene to check if i missed something like if luke was holding her laptop or some shit and "access to your computer logs" was more of "yo ur timestamped browser history is like, right in front of me" but prior to this exchange mc had only showed luke her chat with ted.

that couldve happened on her phone or laptop and i guess maybe that chat couldve shown late timestamps of her staying up but 1) why didnt the line just say that and thus save me from the full minute "HUHHH?!?!??" misunderstanding of thinking that luke used his hacker prowess to essentially keep tabs on mc's data and 2) it's just wayy funnier to me to construe this exchange to mc and luke being co-dependent wackos (affectionate)

im aware this could go a dark/yandere!luke route but im personally not too big of a fan of those (and if you are, thats neat!! just not my thing) and thus am going more on the hc angle of Luke And MC Mutually Have No Understanding Of Normal Social Boundaries With Each Other, like, thats just how they are with each other.

theres no dark or malicious ulterior motive, thats just how they Are. grew up together, told each other everything, peas in a pod, and as they grew older and got wilder skillsets, the lack of boundaries continued via those mediums and they think this kind of stuff is completely normal and everybody surely is like this with a close friend, right?

and i say mutually. for equality. i dont want luke to be the only one w the stalker power, mc has to have it too

luke can have his hacker bullshit to keep tabs on mc but for the sake of Equality and also for the sake of him finding ways to cope with his Big Huge Guilt over his 8 year disappearance, luke gives mc ways to creepily keep tabs on him as well.

for example

luke: i know my disappearance gave you a lot of anxiety and that you worry a lot about how im doing when im away.....

luke: .....so i created a program you can install into any device that'll give you live readings of my exact location on the globe as well as all my vitals from a subcutaneous microchip i implanted into myself :')

luke: with this, i can never run away from you ever again :')

mc, genuinely: this is the sweetest thing anybodys ever done for me 🥺🥺🥺

DAVIS, listening in from a nearby device: oh you guys are WEIRD weird

[olivyh]

What villain!kalim falls for cunning mc...?

JK JK

unless...?

I feel like this could go both ways! If cunning mc feels the same way, it could be disastrous for the rest of the school (especially if they're willing to twist him to do what they want... and they're just as evil as he is) for the sake of scenario, though, let's say that mc is on Jamil's side!

It feels like it would be either yandere-ish, or... enemies to lovers!

-For Kalim, it was love at first sight.

-Even though he oh so desperately didn't want to fall for someone like you. As a child, he always wanted someone who had the same energy as many of his servants. Meek, willing to do anything he asked, easily manipulated...

-How did he end up falling for the one person on campus who can see through his lies and, even worse, expose him and his schemes?

-He hated you for that, a deep and searing hate that made his bright smile falter and his ruby eyes darken whenever you called him out for something. His fists would clench at his sides, shaking as he bids goodbye to the rest of the group with a soft smile, excusing himself while he wallows in his room, trying to sort out his complicated emotions

-Hates you so much at first, like, actually despises you

-But he also... feels warmly towards you?

-In the yandere route, he would likely end up manipulating mc into a marriage tbh :( like the fic in the previous headcannon post, it's likely that he would put their friends and family on the line in order to get them. Now how obedient they will be to him once they are married depends on the mc. Will they continue to snap at him? Or will they fall for him due to not having any other options? The ring forced upon their finger taunts them, no matter how many times they try to find a way around it...

-In the enemies to lovers route... well, it's a little hard to imagine. Maybe Mc will be able to get him to soften up a bit, to see the other perspectives? Work as an insider to help Jamil escape?

Kalim hated them. He hated their sly smile, the way their fingers danced across their keyboard and they bit their lip to conceal the grin as they sent off another witty retort to the first year group chat. He hated how all eyes were on him after their comments.

Their lax attitude towards his threats made him grit his teeth until he heard the bone groan from the pressure and he had to excuse himself before he broke a tooth. He would have to work twice as hard to keep his persona up in front of them, putting on the fake smile that seemed to fool everyone except them.

Even worse, he despised when the prefect and his servant would chat and their bright smile was directed at him, making Kalim's heart constrict painfully in his chest until he would take out all of this strange feeling on the servant later. He despised the warmth that would flutter in his chest when your eyes met.

He paces in his room, feet thudding quietly against the carpet as he bites his lip, eyebrows furrowed as he's left deep within his own mind that races with thoughts about these feelings that haunt him day and night. It couldn't be competition... he knows all too well what that's like. It was anger, yes. It was envy, even more so. But there was something beneath the surface. Kalim was not a violent person to people outside of his admittedly large circle, so it's odd to him that he constantly wants to fight you whenever you open that stupid, witty mouth of yours.

He groans, pacing even faster as he remembers the last conversation the two of you had, with you standing especially close to Jamil, hand holding onto his sweater's sleeve in a manner that made Kalim's blood boil, and rattling off whatever fun facts you had heard that way, sending a sly comment about how "Kalim couldn't understand" when he'd asked what you were talking about. The comment sent a pang of hurt to his core, a place he'd long closed off when his smile fell and for the first time in years he felt... small. Like a weak, powerless child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar and forced to stand in the corner as punishment.

Or when you two would bicker, fighting over Kalim's mistreatment and his constant attempts to one-up you, to get you on his side for once and actually use your intelligence to get rich. Who wouldn't turn down that opportunity? It was likely that Kalim was one of the richest men in the world, enough to rival even the royals of some kingdoms...!

"Some of us aren't sellouts," Your retort made him take a breath as he turned to you, jaw quivering with bottled rage as he fought the urge to shove you back into the wall, to catch the look of fear in your eyes once you realized that he had the upper hand, to fight you and beg for you to be on his side, to just give up and leave things as they were when you first came.

His mind wandered as he wondered what it would be like to see that panicked expression or even to catch a glimpse of your flustered face as he shuts you up with a kiss, pinning you to the wall and holding you close, you being completely at his mercy...

Or would you be the one pinning him to the wall?

He gasps and covers his mouth, face heating up at the realization and sending another wave of annoyance that collides with the butterflies in his stomach as he lets out an aggravated shout, knocking the items off his bedside table and watching them clatter to the floor, one of the glass perfume bottles shattering and spilling out onto the floor as he huffs, hands shaking. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want this! He wanted to use you!

But... he wondered how nice it would be to live alongside you. To hold you, to have those playful arguments couples have, to stay with you forever in his estate, a wedding ring on your finger...

The way his heart clenched was painfully similar to the anger that he felt before as he collapses face-first into his bed, for once without a plan on how to proceed as he screams into his pillow, clawing at the silk as though all his feeling would get absorbed into the fabric.

Kalim's eye twitched when he imagined your face, how you would react when he confessed... would you laugh at him? Would you... accept him?

He realized that you were much closer to Jamil than you were him... another problem added to his list. He sighs, sitting up and grabbing his phone when he realizes what he has to do. He dials the number and holds it up to his ear, looking out over the open desert.

"Hi, Papa-"

He has to get rid of Jamil to get closer to you.

[glowingbadger]

I’m currently doing the black eagles route, and I got total brain worms for the concept of Yandere!Seteth falling for Byleth, but then she ends up siding with Edelgard, but in a twist of fate the knights of seiros manage to capture her when they ambush garreg mach…and they deliver her right to Seteth for some good ol’ fashioned ✨ reconditioning ✨

Oh man Friend Anon this wiggled right into my brain and did not let me go lol guess it's time to write some Dark Shit™️. Since I don't write Yandere as often, I'm honestly not sure if I hit the right balance of like... "this is fucked up and he's fucked up" vs. "but like he's handsome and persuasive so it's fine, right?" lol so idk, hopefully you guys like it. I've been staring at it for too long and now I have no idea if it's any good xD Also God this thing ended up too long- it's like around 6k words I think wtf.

Side note- I actually decided to stick with my usual Reader-Chan perspective for this, but you probably could still just put Byleth there in your brain tbh

Also I guess if Byleth/Reader is with the Black Eagles originally for this, then technically Garreg Mach should fall after that battle, but for narrative purposes, I'm doing kind of a hybrid route where the conflict is ongoing and GM doesn't fall immediately idk man I needed a setting lol

TW: dub con, manipulation, general dark yandere-ish stuff

As always, please do not push yourself to read something you're not comfy with ❤️

Yandere!Seteth (FE3H) x AFAB Reader

Reconditioning

NSFW 18+

Seteth's is the first familiar voice you've heard since your capture and imprisonment in the dungeons beneath Garreg Mach, and you're not certain whether to be relieved or all the more terrified. It's distant at first, but unmistakable still.

"We are not to be disturbed until I specifically send for you, do I make myself clear?"

The soldiers outside of your cell answer in the affirmative, and you hear their boots on the cold stone floors as they depart. You hadn't even realized there had been guards assigned to you specifically. There is a small barred window in the cell door, but the shackles around your wrists had been latched to the wall the moment you'd been taken in, so you've hardly moved an inch in what felt like hours, maybe a full day by now. Your muscles ache, your empty stomach aches worse. You're exhausted, filthy from the battlefield, mouth dry and hair a tossled mess. You had started to think your mind and heart had numbed through in your desperation, dulled by hopelessness. But Seteth's voice stirs something in your chest up to your throat, and you force your head up to watch him as he enters.

Five years look as though they've hardly touched him. Other than perhaps a deeper crease at his brow, he appears unchanged. It's almost crueler this way. Looking at him makes it so easy to imagine simpler days and pleasant chats over tea. You want to say his name, or say anything, but you're silent as he approaches. He seems... Sad isn't quite the right word. Regretful would be closer, if maybe not exact. He breathes out your name, and raises a hand as though to touch your face, but stops himself.

"I often prayed that I would see you again someday," he says, bright green eyes fixed on you, "But... Not like this."

"Seteth..." You finally choke out, your voice rasping painfully in your throat.

"Shh, do not push yourself," he replies. Once more, his hand nears, and when his fingertips graze your cheek, you instinctively lurch away. He looks hurt, and you almost apologize to him. But you remember- he's the enemy commander. He's the reason you're in this cell. He's your captor.

Nonetheless, Seteth sighs softly as he cradles your face in his hand,

"The things they must have done to you... When they took you from us, I feared the worst."

"No, Seteth-" your eyes plead with him, "You don't understand, Edelgard's ideals are similar to your own."

His brow furrows deeply, and he leans close.

"Poor thing, that witch has even poisoned your mind."

"It's not like that, please-! If you would only speak to her, I know-"

"That is enough," his eyes narrow to a glare.

"I could mediate, we could come to an agreement-"

"Silence!" His face twists into a horrible grimace, and the hand that had caressed your cheek is at your throat, his grip forcing you to look up at him. His eyes are wild, his hold at your neck restricts your breathing and pins you to the stone wall. Your heart pounds in your ears. You wonder if Seteth can feel your pulse racing beneath his hand.

Then, slowly, gradually, his expression softens, his grip loosens.

"This isn't why I came to see you."

Your chest rapidly rises and falls as you gulp in precious air. You don't dare to say a word in reply. His touch is gentle once again as he smooths back your hair. Then, he takes a waterskin from his belt.

"I cannot release you, you must understand that," he says with genuine remorse, and you nod, "but I will ensure that you are taken care of. You have suffered so much already..." He raises the water to your lips, one hand under your chin to guide you as he carefully tips the pouch so you can drink from it. It's fresh and clean, cool but not cold. You can't remember water ever tasting so good, and you lap it up gladly. Seteth is patient all the while, watching intently as you gulp down every drop he offers you. Then at last, when the waterskin is spent and he lowers it from your mouth, he runs his thumb across your bottom lip to dry it. You wish there were more, but the invigorating feeling of water in your belly fills you with such relief, you feel gratitude welling up in your chest unchecked.

"It would be foolish to think that things could truly be as they were..." He says, his voice low and bittersweet, "But if you are willing to meet with me, perhaps we can mend what's been broken."

You stay silent, and he steps away. Turning to the heavy cell door, he pauses to say,

"There are others who have been taken in. Your cooperation would reflect positively on them, and may allow the guards to treat them more generously. That is all."

The following day, Seteth brings food when he visits. Good food, at that- not some prison slop, but an array of cooked vegetables, meat and bread that looks to be straight from the dining hall. The scent alone makes you salivate, and your pupils grow wide as he approaches you.

You would be willing to eat from the floor. Frankly, you're surprised the food is plated. You know you can't have your hands free, but eating like an animal would be preferable to starvation. Yet, instead, Seteth carefully feeds you by hand, starting with easier, lighter foods. He regulates your pace, though you very nearly beg him for each bite.

"Easy now, go slowly. Don't overwhelm your stomach all at once and make yourself sick."

On the third day, he brings food and water, and a key. With it, he frees your shackles from the wall, and attaches them instead to a lengthy chain rooted in the floor. Your wrists are still bound behind you, but now you can walk, sit, and at least wander the breadth of your cell. You try to tell Seteth not to feed you today. You try refusing him, struggling, lashing out. He's patient, rebutting your attempts with a parent's measured tolerance, until you finally settle and allow him to feed you once more.

On your fourth day in captivity, Seteth brings a basin of water, towels, and some kind of subtle floral soap. He sets these down on the floor and gestures for you to kneel beside him. Only gradually does it occur to you that he intends to wash you himself. If the situation allowed for emotions like embarrassment, you're sure you'd be beside yourself. But, somewhat surprising even yourself, you simply allow Seteth to begin undressing you. His touch is gentle, even tender as he removes layers of fabric caked in filth and sweat. One dirt-crusted button at a time, he exposes your breasts, your stomach, your hips, his eyes wandering each inch of you with a focused, yet unreadable expression. His arms draw around you, and you feel his breath in your hair as he says,

"I'm going to free one of your arms so I can remove your tunic. Please, do not try anything foolish. I want to help you."

You nod. He opens the cuff around one of your wrists. You should fight. You should try to resist him- take the key and make your escape. Your muscles tense. It may be your only chance. Seteth holds you more firmly against his chest and pulls your clothing from your body. The air around you is cold, but he warms you, surrounds you.

Your muscles are weak from your imprisonment. He could easily overpower you. You relax in his arms.

"Very good, Y/N." He praises you softly, and you feel the words tickle the shell of your ear. Then, the cuff is locked around your wrist once more.

He tugs your breeches down your hips, then legs. Your undergarments soon follow. You're bared completely, but Seteth watches you with a softness in his eyes that's ill suited to a war general. He dampens his hands, then lathers them with the faintly sweet soap, and begins to massage it across your skin.

So good. His hands feel so good; they're calloused and strong, but he's gentle with you. And it's then that you notice you don't shy away from his touch anymore. In fact, you find you subconsciously lean into him. You savor him.

Madness. His care and kindness are breaking you.

"Seteth-" you try to bite back your own voice, but his name comes out too quickly.

"Yes? Do you need something of me?"

His hands run along your sides, and you inhale sharply, arching back.

"Why... Why are you doing all of this for me? I'm... Your prisoner. An enemy."

At first, he doesn't reply. He takes the towel and dampens it, then sets upon scrubbing away the filth of your last battle and the grime of your time locked up. At last, he says,

"I have never been capable of viewing you as an enemy."

You're about to question him further, but the way he looks at you stalls the words before you can get them out. For the first time since he'd discarded your clothing and left your body exposed to him, you meet his eyes. He leans close, an arm around your back to cradle you to him, as the other cleans you, caresses you, soothes you. Then, his lips are on yours, and you're almost glad your shackles keep you from reaching out to him.

It's not a delicate kiss- more the type that lovers share. You'd imagined kissing Seteth before, back when you had the luxury of such pleasant idle fantasies. It was never anything like this. His tongue passes your lips, toying with yours as he tilts his head and leans into you. And you kiss him back. Your lips and tongue move on instinct, welcoming him despite all reason. Your mind is screaming at you, but the screams sound muffled and far away. At some point, he dropped the towel he'd been using in the water basin. You only realize this because his hand is running up your inner thigh, and you gasp against his lips.

"Did that wretched woman take you as her own, I wonder?" He whispers into the miniscule space between you. There's a bitterness in his voice, yes, but also a deep and sorrowful sympathy.

"No- she... Edelgard never-"

"Or perhaps she gave you over to that snake of a man she calls her advisor... No, she wouldn't," Seteth's fingertips brush the swell of your lower lips, and your thighs twitch inward around his arm, "A covetous warmonger like that, who only seeks to conquer and subsume. She would not gift you to another."

"Seteth-!"

You should push him away. You should scream for the guards and hope against hope that they'd dare to stop him. Instead, you accept his lips once more, and allow his fingers to part you, slowly pressing into your tight opening. Cradled against his warm frame, you feel him exhale, feel his heart thudding in his chest. His fingers gradually work you open around him with gentle, rhythmic thrusts, careful never to hurt you. Your chest is tangled in a million different knots- one of guilt, one of fear, one of desperate, longing need. The noise in your head is near unbearable, but above it all, you hear Seteth's voice against your ear,

"I want you to know that I forgive you. For everything."

Forgives you...? The words sound nice, but you can hardly parse their meaning. His fingers are coated in your slick, allowing them to fuck into you more steadily. You bite down on your lower lip to hold in a moan. He forgives you...

"Ha...!" A gasp finally escapes you. As though satisfied by that very sound, Seteth's fingers ease out from your drooling cunt, only to refocus on your clit. You barely even realize how you'd let your body slacken in his arms, letting him hold you close as he drives you to pleasure you've been without for far too long. Seteth, a man of the church, a man who lead troops against you and your allies. His touch pulses around your stiffened clit, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through your nerves. Rhea's advisor is going to make you cum. The realization grabs hold of you, filling you with white hot shame- and something far worse. A thrill of arousal. The temptation to surrender.

"Given my station, I feel it only right to take full responsibility for your spiritual well-being," his voice sounds like a lustful whisper, but the words are frigid, formal, "it would do you good to relearn several of the core values of the Church."

Then, his hand pulls away.

"We will begin with patience."

A moment of confusion rapidly devolves into desperation. You sit upright and lean towards him.

"Seteth, please-"

Please what? Continue to touch you? Make love to you? You find you don't want to face the truth of what you're pleading for.

He stands with all the dignity of a holy ceremony, then unclasps the cloak from the back of his robes. He kneels briefly to drape it around your shoulders. It's warm, and it smells like him. Like incense and old parchment.

"I will return with a change of clothes for you, and send for these to be cleaned," he says, picking up your old clothes and turning to depart, "I trust that you will be a diligent student in the coming days."

The night is agonizing. Seteth is all you can think of. Him, and the shame and guilt of how obsessively your mind circles him. His voice, his scent, his touch. You want more than anything to relieve the desperate need he awoke in you- to satisfy the nagging urge for release, and then perhaps be free from the memory of his hands. But with your own bound behind your back, there's simply no way.

How could you ever face your allies among the Empire's forces now? Now that you'd allowed- practically begged for a man of the church to pleasure you, to enter you. The phrase "sleeping with the enemy" comes to mind.

In the end, the moment you see Seteth open the cell door the following day, the heat of unresolved need floods your core. You tell yourself it's because his is the only touch you've felt in recent memory. You tell yourself that, if circumstances were different, you would resist him, push him away. Yet something in your expression must please him, as he grants you the slightest hint of a smile when he approaches.

"Have you had ample time to consider our lesson in patience?" his voice is firm yet kind, the voice he might use with a somewhat dense student. Your lips tighten to a thin line, and you step back against the stone wall. You give no reply, to which Seteth merely sighs and shakes his head.

"I cannot help you if you choose to be obstinate," he says, stepping towards you and raising a hand to your cheek as he has many times before. You realize that he hasn't brought any food with him today. The thought causes your stomach to tighten, grumbling low, yet loud enough that Seteth takes note. He gives a short, contemplative hum, then his hand comes to your chin to force you to meet his eye.

"Your body already associates our visits with food, I see." He knows what he's doing to you. He knows how he's training your body to respond to him. You force your head to turn from him, and he allows it, though his fingertips brush through your hair, "Don't be difficult, Y/N, I will have your meal brought after today's lesson has concluded."

Before you can reply, Seteth's hand begins to travel down your body. He caresses your neck, then continues downward, only pausing for a moment to cup your breast in hand. Your posture tightens, your face warms. But his free hand urges you to face him once more, and he kisses you with that same possessive intensity that hasn't left your mind since his prior visit. His thumb brushes across where your nipple has begun to harden against the fabric of your tunic. But rather than pursue this pleasurable sensation, his hand continues down your stomach and hips, then slides his fingers beneath your waistband.

The moment you feel him press between your folds, you whimper against his lips. His fingers run firm against your opening, but refuse to enter. You know you're positively soaked for him already. You know he notices the way you try to subtly shift your hips against him, rutting yourself onto his hand.

"Seteth, please..." you sob between kisses, and once again, he merely sighs.

"I had hoped that you would exhibit at least some measure of restraint," he says sternly, pulling away his hand and bringing his fingers to your lips. Some deranged part of your mind thinks that perhaps if you please him, he'll satisfy you- and so you immediately take the digits into your mouth, sucking and lapping at your own juices. Fierce emerald eyes fix onto you and watch you intently until you've finished, and he says,

"Your lessons will continue until you have fully grasped and appreciated the values of our Church," he continues, his tone even but his gaze firm and direct, "Now then, on your knees. Today, you will learn humility and service."

After only a brief glance at those unyielding green eyes, you obey.

You kneel at Seteth's feet, wrists still bound behind you, stubborn arousal and anticipation roaring in your veins. With pupils blown wide, you watch as he parts his robes and tugs down the front of his breeches, revealing the hardened length of his manhood. Once more, Seteth's reality is far more lurid than your idle imaginings had been, back when you'd entertained an innocent crush on the man who would someday be your adversary. His size is, in truth, a bit intimidating. But you straighten your posture and part your lips, worried that stalling for too long may provoke him.

Instead, he's patient. Excruciatingly so. If only he would be harsh with you, you think. If only he would attack or berate you. Then, you could hate him. Instead, a part of you that grows like a wildfire spreading too quickly for you to trample down so dearly wants his approval. His care and concern. The forgiveness he claims to offer, which you can only hope you're truly worthy of.

Your lips wrap around the head of his cock, a bit clumsy at first without your hands to balance you. Your tongue massages the glans steadily, and you turn your eyes up to him, not knowing what you hope to see in his expression. He's unreadable, but not cold. His hand comes to stroke your hair fondly, and he murmurs,

"That's right, Y/N. Take your time, and don't push yourself. This is all for your benefit."

True enough, forcing yourself to take him deeper would be uncomfortable at best, and suffocating at worst. Given his generous size, you're forced to work your way down the shaft gradually, working to widen your jaw and open your throat for him inch by inch. And all the while, Seteth instructs you, petting you and occasionally encouraging you.

You feel him grow harder within the warmth of your mouth, but he gives little indication of his pleasure. He seems utterly focused on you, his gaze unwavering as he watches you dedicate yourself to him. In a way, allowing you to service him slowly, rather than fucking into your mouth at his chosen pace, grants you the uniquely cruel opportunity to enjoy the process. You imagine a different scenario in a different life; one where Seteth is your lover and not your captor. You imagine how his strength would comfort you, rather than cage you. More than anything, you imagine this incredible cock making love to you- how it would feel inside of you, how he might sound groaning your name in pleasure.

Instead, as you urge yourself to take him as deep into your throat as you can manage, you only hear him exhale between his teeth. You quicken your pace, bobbing your head and taking him into the tight passage of your throat over and over. And at long last, you hear him from above you,

"I'd like for you to swallow it. Can you do that for me?"

You whimper around him, but don't dare to pull away.

"Very good. I'd rather not make a mess of you."

You hardly register the words. For the first time, he's thrusting back into you, his hand in your hair still, and his breath finally just a bit strained. With the slightest groan, he holds deep in your mouth, his cock twitches, swells, and begins to pour his release down your throat. Your eyes nearly water with the strain, but you force yourself to gulp down his cum as he grants it, swallowing until he's spent.

When he pulls away, you nearly slump forward, but he steadies you by the shoulder. You cough a bit, but somehow don't spill a drop of his release. Seteth fixes his breeches, then kneels down and caresses your cheek fondly.

"Seteth..." you half-moan his name, your eyes blatantly desperate, "Please, will you... I- I want..." you can't bring yourself to tell him that you need your own relief, but he understands your intent. And, if anything, he looks disappointed. He sighs, and stands once more before you.

"I see. So you had hoped for your own gratification in return. Have you truly lost sight of our lesson so quickly?" You struggle up to your feet, and he continues, "A servant of the Goddess does not act for the sake of personal reward. Service is done for its own sake, Y/N."

He turns toward the cell door, and only pauses to say,

"No matter. I'll bring you your meal, and we will try again tomorrow."

Days pass, and lessons pass. Seteth brings you food and water, he cleans you and feeds you by hand. Sometimes, he grants you a few precious moments of pleasure, his fingers working expertly between your thighs and yet never bringing full satisfaction. You wonder whether it would be more merciful if he never touched you, if you never experienced the rush of his lips on yours and his fingers stroking your most sensitive nerves. But then he draws near again and you can't even think to protest.

He continues to teach you patience and service, of course. And over time, further lessons follow. He teaches you obedience, instructing you to pleasure him with only your tongue, or to hold his cum in your mouth until he orders you to swallow it. And after this, your lessons become more intensive still. You're taught an extensive list of prayers by being made to repeat after him, knowing that success would earn you a few blissful moments of pleasure at Seteth's hands, while continued failure would bring punishment.

And you're a good student, only earning his punishment on a single occasion. One day- and only once -you dare to suggest that he may free you. That negotiations might be possible. You should have known he would react poorly, but the memory of his hand constricting around your neck is distant, and clouded by days of patient instruction, of food and bathing and touching.

Your suggestion earns you a lesson in contrition. As Seteth fucks into your throat so hard you can barely breath, he snarls from above,

"I don't wish to be cruel to you, Y/N, but you have forced my hand," his fist is tight in your hair, and his voice is low and dark, the warning of a far worse fate barely concealed in his tone. Your jaw strains around his thick cock and your eyes threaten to roll back, already dewed with tears. You nearly gag several times over, yet even when he feels you choke around his cockhead, he shows little mercy. Your throat feels sore and raw, and you wonder how you're even able to withstand him brutally pounding into your mouth for so long. Then, once he's finally sated, he pulls you off of his member by your hair, and shoots powerful ropes of cum across your chest as you watch him with dazed, puffy eyes and swollen lips. He's never marked you like this, always preferring that you take his load down your throat. Feeling his hot, thick release dripping down your skin fills you with a confusing mess of emotions- arousal, shame, humiliation, and strangely, a thrill of submission. The thrill of being claimed.

Seteth takes a moment to fix his clothes and steady his breath. Then, he kneels before you and cradles your face in his hands. For a moment, neither of you speak. His thumb brushes across your cheek, drying a single shed tear.

"I want to help you- you know that. Everything I have done has been for your sake. I take time out of my work each day to ensure you're cared for. In light of your favorable progress until this point, I have even given orders that other prisoners are to be given more generous treatment."

You raise your eyes to meet his. Bright green, and so earnest, as though desperate to reach you. Your chest feels heavy. Your mind is buzzing loudly, yet utterly silent.

"I'm... sorry," you choke out, "I'm sorry, Seteth..."

You're not certain what you're apologizing for- but he pulls you to him, cradling your head to his chest, and you feel a wave of relief. He kisses your hair and runs his hand over your back. He's warm- so warm, and his scent on his robes soothes you.

"You are forgiven. Always."

The soft sweetness of his voice seeps into your mind- into your heart.

It's intoxicating. He releases you, and smiles gently as he brushes your hair back.

"I will return in a moment to clean and feed you. Behave yourself and wait for me, I won't be long."

You never again go against Seteth's wishes. You never again mention your former allies, and with time, you think of them less and less. Such thoughts are replaced with lessons and prayers and Seteth's hands on your body. Yet you wonder why he has never fully taken you, instead choosing only to use your mouth. The surface answer appears to be that it would not serve to educate you. But is it what you want? The obvious answer comes far too readily. You want it more than anything.

Yet the day you realize this is the first day that Seteth does not visit you. You had found it strange that, during his prior visit, he had altered the shackles around your wrists so that your hands were bound in front of you rather than behind. In addition to putting less strain on your back and shoulders, this allows a guard to pass food to you through the openings in the barred window of your cell's door. You accept your meal, but call out before the guard leaves,

"Where- uh, where is Seteth?"

The guard hesitates before answering, and when he does, his words are rushed and clumsy,

"He- said he was busy today. And... that we were not to interact with you under any circumstances."

With that, he turns from the door and hastily departs. You know that Seteth must be a busy man- his consistent visits despite this are yet one more testament to his immense care and kindness towards you. But then the days continue, and for what you estimate to be a week, you don't see him. You don't feel him or hear him. The guards resolutely refuse to speak to you, only passing your meals before returning to their stations. The time spent alone is unbearable- worse by far than any punishment Seteth had ever granted. Are you being punished now? What had you done wrong?

The days without him are agony. Perhaps you had taken him for granted. He went so far out of his way for your benefit, taking the time to teach and train you, always so patient and understanding even when you made mistakes. If you could only see him again and prove that you would be good, that you would behave and obey him.

When the door of your cell opens at last, your heart leaps in your chest. Seteth enters, but his expression is grave. His eyes are narrowed, his brow low and stern as he silently approaches.

"Seteth-!" you gasp out, your face lit up with relief. A shadow of a smile shows through when he meets your eyes. He whispers your name with a strange sort of heat in his tone. That's when you notice the blood smeared down the side of his face. On a second inspection, he looks worn and haggard. His robes are frayed and torn in several places, the worst of which being a gash across his lower abdomen at his side. There's more blood still- some his, and some not, by the looks of it -and not even fully dry. Your expression falls. However before you can question him, Seteth says,

"Did any of the guards lay a finger on you in my absence?"

You're surprised that this is his concern, but you manage to reply,

"No, not at all."

He draws close and brings a hand to your cheek.

"Good. If any so much as looked on you even once, I would have them punished within the full extent of the Church's authority." You feel a chill at the thought- you know fully well that he means to imply execution.

"What- what happened?"

"Only a minor skirmish," he replies, his voice carefully measured. Then, his hands are at your waist, and he guides you back against the nearby wall, "Another attempt at breaking through the Monastery's gates. Preparation for this assault is what has kept me from you as of late. But you've no need to concern yourself with such things,"

He seizes the chain that joins your shackles and draws them upward, latching them to the wall behind you above your head. Then, he pulls you up and into his arms, embracing you and trapping you between the wall and his body.

"You- you should see a healer, you're hurt-" you stutter out.

"Such wounds couldn't possibly keep me from you," Seteth whispers, his voice rasping in his throat. When he kisses you, it's full of possessive hunger, and you feel the now-familiar ache for him roar to life at your core. You whimper against his lips. It feels different from before. Perhaps it's because of your recent separation, but he's more direct now, more passionate. He smells like sweat and iron and the carnage of the battlefield, but you can't think clearly enough to be bothered by it. If anything, it only spurs on your need for him.

Large, calloused hands run up your sides beneath your clothing, and you moan into his kiss. You're certain he means to tease you still, to bring you to the edge to leave you dangling by a thread. Instead, he tears open the front of your tunic with one hand while the other grips your thigh, down its outer curve to your ass, holding you firmly against him. And you feel his manhood, hot and incredibly hard, rutting between your lower lips behind layers of clothing.

You try to say his name, but he smothers your words in heated kisses, his tongue thrusting into your mouth to claim you. Before you can track, he's tugged down your breeches and adjusted his own clothing to free his throbbing member. Then, with your back to the cold stone and your legs wrapped around his hips, you feel the tip of his cock at your entrance and whimper aloud. You think he may make you beg or plead or pray. Not today. Today, at long, long last, Seteth murmurs your name and pushes the head of his cock into you, groaning as he feels you clench around him.

You're already panting, whining softly as he works his massive length into you. He had wasted no time, and yet you're already soaking wet for him, your juices coating his cock and welcoming him into your needy cunt. He spreads you open gradually but insistently, fitting you around him as he opens you up with thrusts that drive deeper and deeper with each pass. It's bliss- a bliss that makes you so dearly grateful for your own imprisonment. In this moment, you feel you'd gladly remain caged for life if it meant Seteth would care for you and satisfy you. Briefly, you do struggle against the restraints that hold your wrists in place, though only out of longing to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, to pull him close and offer yourself to him.

"Seteth..." you say, your voice shaky and weak. He glances up at you, and the heat in his eyes nearly takes away your breath. He's held inside of you to the hilt, the tip of his cock pressing hard into your core and the girth of it stretching you to your limit; yet he pauses, and you manage to say,

"Please- take... take me..."

He smiles and rests his forehead against yours. You feel the cool metal of the circlet he wears, and the tightening of his grip at your hips as he holds you against him.

"My angel..." he whispers into the quiet of your prison cell, "Yes, darling, I'll take you. Until you're mine and mine alone."

Seteth's hips begin to move, thrusting into you at a steady yet impassioned pace. His arms hook under your legs, urging them back towards you and spreading your thighs, allowing him to fuck you even deeper, driving into you to the hilt and filling you until you're gasping for breath. Your body arches up from the stone wall as his lips travel down your neck. Where it meets your shoulder muscle, he bites down, and you breathe out his name as he marks you, his teeth harsh around your flesh. His beard grazes your skin, his hair tickles your neck and chest, and not even the still-present scent of blood can lessen the thrill of finally receiving him.

You wear a dazed smile, mumbling his name amidst cries of pleasure, and his pace increases. He fucks into you harder, his hips slamming up against you, the tip of his manhood sending shocks of pain and pleasure up through your core. The distant sting of his nails digging against your upper thighs hardly even registers in your hazy thoughts. Your body can't withstand the onslaught of pleasure- not after days and night and weeks of building need -and with a shiver that runs up your spine and across your skin, you see white, and the tense knot at your core comes undone. The relief of cumming is like a potent drug, and the thrill of cumming around Seteth's cock is indescribable bliss.

You're a boneless, trembling mess in the wake of your long-awaited climax, and it's all you can do to watch Seteth with unfocused eyes and lips parted as he continues to chase his own satisfaction. Shocks of tingling pleasure wake your nerves despite how positively spent and dizzy you feel. But then his eyes meet yours, and the animal hunger in that gaze rushes you to the edge all over again. You bite at your bottom lip. He presses you harder against the wall, pounding into your cunt as it clenches and spasms around him, then growls against your ear,

"Say that you belong to me. Now."

You rally any sense of control you still have over your body to gasp out,

"I... I'm yours-! I'm yours, Seteth..!"

With a final shaky groan, he holds your hips painfully tight and shoves the entire massive length of his cock into you. His member swells and throbs, and then, the heat of his release bursts out inside of you. His lips find yours, drawing you into a messy, heated kiss as thick cum fills you, his full length swelling and pulsing against your aching inner walls with each wave of his orgasm.

You feel light. You feel dazed and unfocused and practically mindless. Once Seteth has finally poured out the last of his climax into you, he lets out a heavy exhale, holding you to his body while he catches his breath. With his cock still nestled deep inside of your over-full and over-used hole, he nuzzles his face against your hair, and with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, he says,

"I will never let her take you from me again. I swear it."

'Her' is someone who mattered once- you're certain of it. But in Seteth's arms, full of his warmth and cradled to his sturdy frame, you find you don't have it in you to care. Perhaps a lifetime ago, you would have questioned him, or even resisted him- but you know better now. He provides for you, protects you, gives you pleasure beyond what you've ever felt before. There's no doubt remaining in your mind that this is right. That you belong to the Church. You belong to Seteth.

[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

[Cradle Citizens Version] Ikerev Name Analysis!

Part 1 here.

Harr Silver:

The name Harr means “gray” or “old.”

Since Harr can do magic, this could go with the wizard theme, since wizards are usually depicted as gray old men. 

(also harr is similar to harry from harry potter so...)

 This could also maybe refer to his state of mind? If y’all remember back to the school events, Harr used to be kinda similar to Jonah in the proud tsundere sense. But then he got exiled, and those qualities ended up fading away, and shyness and kindness became predominant in him. In other words, he became a lot more mature, and thus gray and old beyond his age. 

The surname Silver means, well, “silver.”

Silver is often said to have mystical powers, like causing damage to werewolves, witches, etc. 

Given that Harr is a wizard, silver seems like the best element for him. 

So yeah. There’s a lot of wizard references in his name.

Loki Genetta:

The name Loki means “airy.”

It can refer to Loki’s normal personality, where he’s kinda easygoing and flighty.

This can also refer to the Norse god Loki, who is known as the god of mischief. I personally feel like this definition is more fitting for him, given that he’s has a pretty mischevious personality most of the time. 

Loki (from the Norse mythology) is also mainly depicted as a villain. Idk, but sometimes I feel like Loki (from the game) has yandere-ish tendencies. I wouldn’t necessarily call him a yandere, but sometimes his actions are slightly unsettling. 

Also also, this is the second name in Ikerev that’s taken from Norse mythology. First we’ve got Fenrir and now we’ve got Loki. They’re also father and son in Norse mythology. I don’t really know why though, so if any of you have an idea pls tell me.

The surname Genetta refers to a breed of cat.

Genetta cats are considered as dwarves, and Loki used to be the shortest suitor in the game until Mousse came along. 

These cats are also known for being prone to separation anxiety due to theiir need for attention, and this describes Loki pretty well.

Blanc Lapin:

The name Blanc means “white.”

His name is literally just French for “white rabbit,” which I thought was kinda lazy, but whatever.

Blanc can also refer to the color of his hair.

The surname Lapin means “rabbit.”

Again, this is just a translated phrase. But something worth noting that this is in French. I’m not entirely sure why, but there seems to be a pretty big French influence on this game, alongside Norse influence. For example, the name “Clemence” is also connected with France, and Jonah is also known to enjoy French desserts, such as mille-feuille and macarons. 

Oliver Knight:

The name Oliver means “olive tree.”

So, olive trees are commonly known as a symbol of tree (hence the olive brance). Oliver lives in the Central Quarter, and even though he makes specialized weaponry, he’s still hoping for peace between the territories.

Olive trees are also known as symbols of intelligence, because they’re supposedly created by the Greek goddess of wisdom, Athena. This is kind of a no-brainer bc he’s probably known as the genius inventor for a reason.

The surname Knight means “knight” (duh).

I’m not quite sure about this one as well. Maybe it’s a reference to how Oliver was kind of like MC’s knight, who saved her from Jonah & Edgar in the prologue? 

Mousse Atlas:

The name Mousse refers to a type of dessert.

According to Wikipedia, mousse cakes are “a soft prepared food that incorporates air bubbles to give it a light and airy texture.” Mousse is also French for “foam.”

I’m not entirely sure why Cybird would name a suitor after a dessert, but maybe it’s to show how sweet Mousse is? Since he’s always super nice and friendly towards MC. 

The surname Atlas means to “a book of maps and charts.”

This is probably because Mousse is a diplomat who has traveled to  many foreign countries before. Atlases are frequently used for travelers, especially in those dark ages before GPS, and hence the name. 

Dean Tweedle

The name Dean means “valley.”

The surname Tweedle also means “valley.”

More specifically, it refers to someone living near the valley of River Tweed.

Taken literally, it could also means “to sing or whistle.”

But like, if we take it to mean “valley,” then the same meaning showed up twice. That definitely has to mean something. But with how little we know about the Tweedle twins, the best guess I have is that they maybe originally lived in a valley? And since I can’t seem to find any valleys in the map of Cradle, maybe they used to live outside of Cradle before moving here for some reason?

Dalim Tweedle

The name Dalim means “pomegranate.”

OK, so at first this didn’t really mean anything to me. Until I realized the role that pomegranates played in Greek mythology. Specifically, in the story of Hades and Persephone.

Basically, what happened was that Hades abducted his crush, Persephone (as you do), and tricked her into eating a pomegranate so that she’d stay with him (legend has it that if you eat anything from the Underworld you’ll have to stay there forever).

So we know that Dalim is one of the “bad guys,” so this could possibly be a foreshadow to his route. Maybe he’ll abduct MC at some point??? And then MC will probably stay in Cradle, except he’d be using the Power of Love™ instead of pomegranates.

I’ve already talked about the surname “Tweedle” in the Dean section, so I won’t put it here again!

[darkestcorners]

Soooo, you said that darknets! jk would feel more obsess and yandere-ish towards MC in most of the ask you answered.

So, will JK, you know, will be like, jealous if he ‘fall in love’ with oc, because of the streamers and live streaming from people who loves oc’s in action for their streaming videos, or like jealous when other members who also in that kind of activity love oc’s ‘performance’.

Or will he just like be possessive and into voyeur, like showing off that oc is his, and only his, and all of them can just watch because at the end, only he can have her..

You think?

Ooo good question.

Honestly, I could see him in both those scenarios. What do you think is the more probable route he would take? 🧐

Him being possessive and not wanting others to see the OC could easily be possible now that he had made her his golden girl, he could simply choose for her not to perform in videos and only for him.

But it’s also likely he is into voyeur considering the business he’s in..definitely could see him purposely wanting to show her off.

I wonder which route he will take..

[delusion-of-negation]

top 10 (ish) ridiculous or annoying FAQs:

(click at your own discretion)

1) "kids today rely on others to do everything"

ah yes, damn those participation trophies! if it wasn't for them my hands wouldn't be fucked, and I wouldn't need people to write for me. but seriously, stop reading boomer comics, and go outside to meet some actual young people.

2) "sus that a non-american says mom"

yeah, because it's clearly the superior version, and I'm not too patriotic to concede a defeat.

3) "sweaty, the victims of abuse by catholics are real people, stop appropriating their pain just because you want to hate catholics; plus teachers abuse people just as often anyway"

so firstly, I don't hate anybody. and secondly, regarding the fact that victims really do exist, [insert "of course I know him, he's me" meme here]; although I don't often talk much about the abuse I went through or what my religious beliefs are. but, more importantly, statements like "survivors are people" can be phrased like "some people are survivors", and when you're unable to act according to the latter (like when you don't even consider that somebody might be one) then you display a failure to recognise the former - you're projecting; a survivor can't be appropriating their own pain, but you can be appropriating it to silence one. and thirdly, teachers do abuse - the problem isn't and has never been purely religion, rather that abuse is often done by somebody in a position of trust, power, and familiarity; and that the lack of a global minimum enables totally legal abuse on top of the illegal stuff. people with access and respect have more opportunity to abuse than those without, and that goes for teachers too. but, once again, you can be appropriating the pain of survivors to deflect and silence people. please remember this before you say that shit.

4) "get help/therapy"

way ahead of you - years ahead of you. but it's not magic - people who say this often act as if you'll start behaving differently overnight. not only are some things simply beyond the ability of talking therapy to completely rectify, it also takes time and has to be selective. you've got to pick your priorities, and that's definitely not whatever ship or joke you're mad at me about today. therapy is a slow, arduous process that can't guarantee results - it isn't "anti-recovery" to recognise that, it's honesty. while I've been in therapy for a long time, it is not necessarily going to change whatever you don't like about me - whether that's because it can't, because my focus now is on more important or urgent things, or because I don't want to change that.

5a) "tell your family you ship incest, see how that goes; normal people find it disgusting"

actually, some know, and they're fine with it. in fact, one prefers sibling pairings in fiction to all other dynamics because, to paraphrase, "it's a deeper level of messed up co-dependence". so unfortunately for you, my remaining family (by which I mean those not dead or cut out of my life after abuse and so forth) actually are able to distinguish between fiction and reality. plus, my reasoning for caring if they find it gross or not pertains only to recommending books and such - their opinions do not dictate my tastes.

5b) "don't sexualise/appropriate incestuous abuse" and "I bet you enjoyed being raped" and other attempts to upset me over 5a

firstly, as I've already said here, survivors can't be appropriating ourselves. in addition, you're not owed people's history or trauma - it's not okay to require people's personal information, or else you'll send anon hate and accusations of appropriation. secondly, I'm not sexualising our abuse (not just because I write horror, and so a lot of my writing is intended to be creepy, not sexy); these stories aren't about us, they're not us at all. entire dynamics/people (fictional or otherwise) aren't all going to be applicable to us or identical to us, just because they have something in common with us; they're not us and they're not accountable to us. thirdly, the fact that people send this stuff (attempting to trigger people's trauma over ships) is so much more worrying to me than somebody making our communal imaginary friends kiss. you're trying to hurt people. and finally, to the "I bet you enjoyed it" crowd (if you're at all serious): do you think you'd enjoy being in a real zombie apocalypse, alone, afraid, and really at risk of being eaten alive? a fictional scenario does not feel remotely the same as a real one. this isn't rocket science - things that look like you aren't you; fiction isn't reality; don't send anon hate. (edit: comparable "just leave me alone, I'm not hurting anyone" sentiments for yandere stuff, and anything else you decide I'm naughty for.)

6) "you'll be sent off to do manual labour once your communist revolution happens"

while I don't know why people think that I'm a communist, a dictatorial regime probably isn't going to want me to do manual labour. they're more likely to just shoot me; I'm useless and a liability. call me crazy, but something tells me that "ah yes, we shall give ze deranged cripple ze power tools" isn't the communist position.

7a) "they/them can't be singular pronouns"

yes they can, and they're used as such in both shakespeare and the bible. but you don't have to say this - I'm also okay with he/him, so you could've just used those and chilled out. also, do I look like somebody who views the rules of grammar as fully immutable and imperative?

7b) "enbies/aros/pan/etc aren't valid"

do you really think that you're going to change any hearts or minds by putting that in my ask box or under my funny maymays? chill out, it's not worth the effort - you could be planning a party (in minecraft) and having fun instead. it isn't worth my time to rant at everybody who's saying something isn't valid, updating how I'm explaining it as my opinions grow and general discourse around it evolves; I'm just who I am, somebody else is who they are - why bicker in presumptuous ways about if that's enough? it ultimately is valid, in my opinion, but that isn't an invitation to keep demanding that I debate. (edit: old posts of mine probably don't phrase things incredibly, on this or anything... I tried.)

8) "what are your politics?"

my politics are informed first and foremost by the knowledge that I'm not cut out to be some kind of leader - I don't want to be the guy who tells everyone else what to do, I just offer what seem to me like valid criticisms of how we are doing things now, and general pointers on the values and ethics that I would prefer to move towards. things like individual freedom, taking the most pacifist route where possible, trying not to give excessive power to small groups of people (governments or corporations), helping those in need even when they're not palatable, and letting me suck loads of dicks. but please refrain from decreeing me something - there's not enough information in what I said, so you'll just be filling in the blanks with assumptions. (edit: workplace democracy seems cool to me; benefits are good; fair fines and taxes; and the "sperm makes you loopy" saga: 1, 2, 3, and 4.)

9) "you're a narcissist"

no, I don't meet the diagnostic criteria. joking on the internet that you're hot doesn't make a person a narcissist. the fact that I've chosen to keep my actual self-esteem issues to myself is not proof that they don't exist - you're just not entitled to that information about me. but it's also not narcissism to really like how you look. (edit: don't throw labels around carelessly too.)

10a) "kin list?"

the fabric of the universe, a zombie, dionysus, maned wolf/arctic fox hybrid, a comedian, big gay, big rock, ambiguously partial insincerity. (edit: kin list may or may not be incomplete.)

10b) "kin isn't valid/that's just being insane"

haven't we established that I'm deranged, and that sending stuff like this on anon is simply a waste of your precious time? besides, I do not care if it's invalid or insane - it's fun, I'm happy. (edit: see 7b for my opinion on sending me yet another ask with "that's invalid" in it; I'm not in the mood to discuss the nature of validity.)

bonus: "it gets better" and "trigger list?"

as I've said before, things just don't always get better for everyone - sometimes things can't be cured or even treated, sometimes they kill you; in some cases it could get better if not for a blockade or lack of time. the world is messy. it needs to be more normalised to reassure or comfort people without relying on saying that their issue will get better or be cured. it does suck to be this ill, but it also sucks to be made out to be a lazy pessimist, just because I have the audacity to not play along. and as for the trigger list, I don't like providing people with an easily accessed list of ways to hurt my feelings or harm me - upsetting me is supposed to be challenging, and thus rewarding. if you want a cheat sheet then you're out of luck, I'm afraid.

bonus #2: "FAQ stands for frequently asked questions, it doesn't need that s at the end!"

yeah, I know, I just enjoy chaos and disarray.

bonus #3 (edit): "what are your disabilities and how exactly are they incurable and/or deadly?"

again, I don't tell the internet everything about me, especially when it poses a risk, especially not as an easily accessible list for you to refer back to whenever you feel inclined to hurt my feelings. that is understandably a sore subject. (edit: that includes physical health issues btw.)

bonus #4 (edit): "so we shouldn't be critical?"

if it wasn't clear from my answer about politics or my post in general, you can have opinions about things, and you can voice that. it's just not realistic to exist at extremes: to think that you alone should dictate what exists in fiction, or to think that people shouldn't be expressing disdain or criticism of any calibur. say how you feel about things, that's fine, but it's also fine if people find that they don't value your input. plus we're all flawed, we can all be hypocritical from time to time, we all get bitchy, and we all make mistakes, or even knowingly fuck things up. that's important to keep in mind, whether we're talking about the one being criticised or the one doing the criticising - poor choices of words, imperfect tone, or contradictory ideas are inevitably going to happen occasionally.

congrats on reaching the end! if you have, at any point, said one of these to me, you owe a hug to your nearest loved one (once it's safe).

edit: might add more links/bonus points in the future when I think of things, but it's late now. (sorry for links where prior notes in the thread have my old url, that may get a tad confusing; also, not all links are my blog or my op, since it is to illustrate points/vibes, not to self-promo.)

[uwumessenger]

Which mystic messenger characters remind you of the obey me characters and why? :)

dude you got this lingering in my head and i havent been able to complete any other requests bc this one just really got me thinkin so HERE WE GO DJDJDJJD

some of the explanations do include spoilers so be careful ! some of the characters in obey me seem to be a combination of multiple characters from mysme so yea. i've completed mystic messenger but i havent finished the obey me main story yet so everything is based on what i know up until lesson 16.

V (Jihyun)/707/Jumin = Lucifer

lucifer mainly reminds me of V bc they both kept a pretty heavy secret from the other characters out of consideration for their health/feelings

and both secrets were related to faking the death of an important person in everyone's life

both of their secrets only came out when it was practically forced out of them, too.

V, like lucifer, is also the leader figure (but not in a diavolo typa way, yenno)

and theyre both such loyal ppl omg V was literally BLINDED and basically traumatized by rika but he stuck w/ her

and lucifer is equally as loyal to diavolo...but i think hes a bit more sane lololol

lucifer is waaaaaaaaaaaaaay more hostile than V. the way he lashes out at MC reminded me of the way seven lowkey lashes out at MC in his route (iykyk </3)

IT H URT

so yea he and seven both need work on their emotional stability so they can express their feelings better...sHeesh

lucifer's work ethic actually reminds me more of jaehee

physically he definitely looks like jumin

bUT HE ALSO goes along with the exchange program similar to how jumin went along with offering MC a spot in the RFA bc of his trust in V.

all of them (minus seven) are also the eldest in the game

707 (Saeyoung)/Yoosung = Mammon

t s u n d e r e s.

both of them have a very bubbly and obnoxious personality, but seven uses it mainly as a cover up. i think mammon is genuinely that way, not using it to cover up a backstory as sad as seven's LMAOMAO

i added yoosung only bc both of them are always getting bullied lolololol

and they're both (for lack of better words) the stupid one of the group

hm i actually think mammon is one of the only characters that didn't really remind me of any mysme character when i started playing obey me

but both he and seven seem to be the in-game MC's "true love" based on the way both of them act and are percieved in both games

i could be wrong tho bc in the april fool's dlc zen broke the fourth wall harder than seven ever did. but then again that's also why i said in-game MC not you-the-player MC hsjdjdjd if that makes any sense !

Zen = Asmo

well this one is pretty obvious

both are obsessed with their looks and are lovey dovey

howeVER it looks like asmo's pretty tech-savvy whereas zen is tech-illiterate dmckjxms (esp in v's route....)

both have a wave of fans who freak out over them as well

theyre physically similar too, i think asmo has the longest hair compared to the others

i think everything else is self explanatory LOL

Yoosung = Levi

another super obvious one

gaMER NATION

they both hole themselves up in their rooms

i think levi might be more emotionally stable than yoosung (common route/casual story yoosung, hes better in his after ending)

also in the ruri-chan event, were those omlettes we collected? it reminded me of yoosung's omurice haha

levi kinda dresses more similar to seven tho

yoosung could also be yandere-ish sh ivers and levi is the avatar of envy so there ya go

i have nothing else everything is self explanatory here too

Jaehee/Yoosung/Jumin = Satan

mainly jaehee and satan resemble one another

both are studious

jaehee's interest in zen's musicals are similar to satan's interest in books and knowledge !

satan also likes dramas so he and jaehee would probably have a fun time watching one of zen's plays

both are also different from the other characters: satan is the only brother who was not previously an angel and jaehee is the only woman in the RFA (minus MC)

hes also similar to yoosung bc yoosung is such a b!tch to V and lucifer resembles V the most (imo)

theyre also the youngest age wise

included jumin bc CATS

satan would absolutely love elizabeth and join jumin in the quest for a universe ran by cats

707(Saeyoung) = Beelzebub

well,

seven and all the honey buddah chips/phd pepper he can consume shares the same energy with beel and all the food in general he can consume

both also are the most similar physically, but beel is probably way bigger than seven :')

i think if seven was in beel's position when lucifer confessed that lillith was turned into a human and lived out the rest of her life, seven would have reacted the exact same to the way beel did

both are amazing brothers, and the way they care for their twin is similar

they also were seperated from their twin and lied to about what happened...my heart hurts :(

at the end of the day theyre both sweethearts who have been through a lot of tough stuff and deserve all the hugs and kisses and snacks in the world uwu

Saeran(Unknown/Ray)/Yoosung = Belphegor

WHEW THE RESEMBLANCE

both saeran and belphegor have been through soooooo much oh goodness

both of them are also hostile to MC at some point in the game, then warm up to MC later

both are also the biggest source of conflict in their respective games (not in a mean way omg they just kinda trigger the chain of events)

i.e unknown leading MC to rika's apartment to "find the owner of the phone"/ray leading MC to mint eye to "test out a game" = belphie meeting MC at the top of the staircase to help break him free

i hope that made sense i dunno

theyre also similar when theyre not hostile to MC

such SWEETHEARTS hawh omg

both are twin brothers who need all the love and ice cream in existence <3

wow yoosung is like...in everyone

the way yoosung reacted to rika actually being alive was pretty similar to the way belphie reacted to hearing about lillith living as a human

#luciferhateclub #vhateclub

ALSO the way belphie hated humans (specifically da bf) after what happened to lillith........yoosung also hated V after what happened to rika omg these children

bonus