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pretzel-box · 3 months ago

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Idea for a reverse au fic?

Reader gets flashed by a passing Expendable. How would Sebastian (and reader) take it?

REVERSE AU MASTERLIST HERE

PART 6: RIGHT IN SIGHT

Tags: Light jokes, some action, reader and seb encountering a possible enemy

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The sterile, metallic halls of the Hadal Blackside stretched out before you and Sebastian as the two of you moved quietly, scavenging for any useful supplies. Despite the ominous setting, the atmosphere between the two of you was light and carefree as always. You tossed jokes back and forth between each other, your banter echoing softly in the cold, dimly lit corridor. It was rare to get moments like this, where the tension of your reality seemed to melt away and you could focus on the cute human right by your side.

“Look, if we don’t find any decent scrap soon, I’m just gonna start decorating our hideout with broken tech. Really give it that ‘desperate survivor’ vibe,” Sebastian quipped, a grin on his face as he glanced over at you. He liked to impress you with his crappy jokes, taking in the way your expression shifts every single time into one of laugher and joy.

You chuckled, your claws lightly tapping against the floor as you sifted through some debris. “Well, at least if we don’t find anything, we can hang up your terrible sense of humor for decoration.”

He shot you a mock-offended look, not expecting such a good comeback. “Wow. Harsh. And here I thought I was your favorite human.”

You smirked, glancing over at him, your sharp, artificial eyes glowing faintly in the low light. “Well, you are my only human, Seb. That makes you both the best and the worst.”

Sebastian laughed, his voice warm, and for a moment, the cold, underwater world around you felt a little less hostile. It was moments like this that reminded you why you stuck together, why despite all the dangers, you and Sebastian had found a strange, unbreakable bond in this twisted place. Human and experiment—survivors, somehow managing to hold onto something normal in the midst of the chaos.

As you continued searching, something caught your attention—a small device partially buried beneath a pile of broken tech. You crouched down, pulling it free and inspecting it. “Hey, think this could be useful?” you asked, holding it up for Sebastian to see.

He moved closer, studying it for a moment. “Maybe. Could be some old keycard or part of another similar thing. We can figure it out back at the shop.” He grinned again, leaning in just a little too close. “Or, you know, it could just be more junk for your decorating project.” His words hitting your ears, giving you a small shiver down your back, one of the good kind.

Before you could retort, a sudden flash of light exploded in the hallway, blinding you instantly. The sharp, searing brightness hit your sensors like a sledgehammer, causing you to stagger back with a sharp cry. You instinctively raised your arms to shield your face, but it was too late—the damage was done.

“Shit!” Sebastian cursed, his voice suddenly serious, filled with panic. He grabbed your arm, trying to steady you. “Hold on, I’ve got you—”

The flash beacon. You knew the feeling all too well. It was a device designed to disable experiments like you, to overload your optical systems and incapacitate you. Your vision flickered wildly, and the surge of light made your entire body feel disoriented, unstable. Whoever it was—they knew exactly how to neutralize you.

“Seb…” you rasped, struggling to regain control of your vision, but it was hard to focus, hard to even stand with your lack of balance. Your body felt like it was shutting down, forced into a state of emergency reboot.

Sebastian tightened his grip on your arm, his eyes darting around the hallway as he scanned for whoever had used the beacon. “Stay with me, okay? Don’t worry. We’re getting out of here,” he said, his voice full of determination. He quickly crouched, grabbing a piece of scrap metal as a makeshift weapon.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and you both knew that whoever was behind the attack was getting closer. You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down, but you couldn’t help but curse internally—this was supposed to be a routine scavenging trip. A fun, light-hearted break from the usual dangers.

But now, everything had turned dangerous.

“Can you move?” Sebastian asked urgently, his arm slipping around your waist to help you stand.

You groaned, trying to focus through the buzzing in your head. “Yeah... I think so. Just... need a second.”

“We don’t have a second,” he muttered, glancing down the corridor again, his expression grim.

With Sebastian’s support, you managed to take a shaky step, but your body still felt off, uncooperative. It was taking longer than usual to recover, and the frustration gnawed at you. You were supposed to protect him, not the other way around.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, though your voice was shaky, the lie obvious. “Let’s just... get out of here.”

But before either of you could move, another blinding light filled the hallway. You felt Sebastian’s body tense beside you, and through your still-fragmented vision, you could see the silhouette of a figure approaching—whoever they were, they were armed, and they weren’t here to help.

“Stay behind me,” Sebastian whispered, his voice low and tense.

Even in your weakened state, you couldn’t stand the idea of Sebastian putting himself in harm’s way for you. You were the experiment, the one designed to handle danger, not him. But as the figure drew closer, you realized that this time, it wasn’t going to be so easy.

“Seb...” you started, but before you could say anything more, a sound filled the hallway and three red dots pointed at you—a turret, aimed directly at the two of you.

The moment the turret whirred to life, its mechanical sound sent a jolt of adrenaline through your systems. The barrel locked onto you and Sebastian, a low hum signaling that it was ready to fire.

"Seb, get behind me!" you shouted, your voice cutting through the chaos.

Sebastian didn’t hesitate, ducking behind a pile of debris as you moved toward the turret. You felt your senses returning bit by bit, the effects of the flash beacon still present but waning. The danger of the turret, however, forced your mind into sharp focus.

The mysterious figure, cloaked in shadows, smirked before glancing up at the vent near the floor. They were quick, nimble, and clearly had the upper hand in this situation. You knew they were planning to escape, but you couldn’t focus on them right now—not with the turret locked onto you both.

The turret's motor clicked, and you heard it ready to fire. You dove behind a nearby crate as it began unleashing a barrage of bullets, pinging off the walls and scattering bits of metal everywhere.

“Damn it,” you muttered under your breath. You peeked out from behind the crate, your eyes locking onto the base of the turret. You could see it—a control panel just beneath the rotating barrel. If you could just reach it, you might be able to disable the turret before it turned Sebastian or you into scrap metal.

“I’ll cover you!” Sebastian shouted, grabbing a nearby chunk of debris and tossing it toward the turret. It clanged off the barrel, momentarily redirecting its attention.

Now’s your chance.

You launched yourself out from behind the crate, hurrying toward the turret as it recalibrated its aim. The whir of the barrel grew louder, and you could feel the heat of the bullets whizzing past you, narrowly missing as you zigzagged toward the base. Your claws dug into the ground as you slid to the control panel, your fingers immediately working to pry it open.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the figure climbing into the vent, the grating pulled aside. They paused for a split second, glancing back at you and Sebastian, a look of triumph in their eyes. Then, with one swift movement, they disappeared into the vent, the cover sliding back into place.

“No time to worry about them now,” you growled, focusing on the control panel in front of you. The wires were a mess of colors, tangled and confusing, but you didn’t have the luxury of being careful. The turret’s barrel shifted again, locking back onto you, and you knew you had seconds before it would fire.

With a sharp inhale, you jammed your claw into the circuitry, pulling a handful of wires free. Sparks flew, and for a moment, the turret seemed to stall. Its motor whirred in confusion, the barrel twitching as if trying to re-engage its targeting system. You ripped another cluster of wires loose, praying you hit the right ones.

Suddenly, the turret powered down with a groan, the barrel slumping to the side as its lights blinked out. The hallway fell into a heavy silence, the echo of the gunfire still lingering in your ears.

You exhaled in relief, leaning back against the wall as your systems tried to calm down from the sudden burst of activity.

Sebastian emerged from behind the debris, wide-eyed and impressed. “Holy crap, you did it.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead. “But they got away.”

Sebastian glanced up at the vent, frowning. “Figures. Whoever they were, they knew this place too well. But I’m not worried about them right now.”

He crouched down next to you, his expression softening. “You alright? That was a close one.”

You managed a tired grin. “Takes more than a turret to take me down. But I must admit, I was almost as pierced as a slice of cheese.”

He chuckled, giving you a pat on the shoulder. “Good to know. Let’s just hope there aren’t more surprises like that waiting for us. Also…a cute slice of cheese.”

The compliment made you break into a smile despite the thoughts in your head.

As you both stood and began to gather yourselves, you couldn’t shake the lingering thought of the figure who had escaped. They were fast, resourceful, and clearly knew how to navigate the facility. But right now, your priority was survival.

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cobragardens · 1 year ago

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My Favorite Good Omens Moment:

An Essay on Why It Is Cool and Rad (Part 1)

There's this moment in Good Omens that makes me cackle every time I see it and leaves me full of warmth, so here's an essay on its context and meaning, because explication and analysis are how I show love. I will try to keep my thoughts as tight as possible, but they do have a tendency to spiral outwards, and I am very stoned. Come, sistren, and get nerdy with me.

My favorite moment in the series so far occurs in 1601. To approach it we will first need an assload of context. There's a TL;DR in bold at the end of the Context if you don't fancy reading the whole assload. Key arguments are in italics and bold throughout.

David Tennant gives Crowley a very consistent facial expression every time Aziraphale says something so outlandish Crowley can't quite believe he's hearing it. It's this one:

Chronologically, we see the Eyebrows of Disbelief twice before my fave moment in 1601: once (above left) in that scene on the Garden Wall that familiarizes the audience with Crowley's face before adding the dark glasses, when Aziraphale admits he's given away his sword; once when Aziraphale tells Bildad the Shuhite that he, Aziraphale, has Fallen because he lied to the angels to save Job's children.

The Eyebows of Disbelief always signal surprise and amusement with something Aziraphale has said or done. This amusement is sometimes at Aziraphale's expense and sometimes not.

In the gifs above, Crowley is laughing because what Aziraphale has just admitted to doing is fantastic and unexpected and frankly pretty gd punk rock. He's not laughing at Aziraphale, he's laughing because he is delighted with him. The only record we have thus far of Crowley laughing at Aziraphale is this one:

Crowley laughs when Aziraphale informs him--him, a demon who has personally been through the process of Falling--that Aziraphale is Fallen and must be a demon now. As though of the two of them Aziraphale is the expert on how and under what circumstances this occurs.

And yet when Crowley sees Aziraphale's distress--not his fear of being taken to Hell, but his heartbreak and lostness over the fact that his conscience has diverged from God's stated will--Crowley stops laughing, and instead he acts very kindly towards Aziraphale. He validates the gravity of what Aziraphale has done and assures him he won't turn him in. He sits with him so Aziraphale isn't totally alone (like Crowley probably was) as he goes through the loneliest moments of his existence to that point and picks himself up newly weighted with the secret he must now bear.

And after this scene (in canon as it stands thus far), we don't see Crowley laugh at anything Aziraphale says or does again.

And he really has to work for it sometimes. We talk a lot about the things Michael Sheen is able to convey with his face in Good Omens, and absolutely rightly so; David Tennant earns a chunk of his paycheck in this regard as well. If you haven't given yourself the treat yet, rewatch the scene in Will Goldstone's magic shop in 1941 and focus on Crowley's reactions:

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Tennant takes great care to show, with precision, that Crowley is expending effort not to react to Aziraphale's nervous chaos Muppetry and lack of self-awareness. Crowley is self- and socially and contextually aware enough that he knows (better than Aziraphale, at least, which is not a high bar to clear) what's cringe, what's funny, what's ridiculous, how to behave. But whenever Aziraphale crosses a boundary of normalcy, or even sanity, and there is opportunity to laugh at him, Crowley very carefully doesn't react. He doesn't interrupt him, he doesn't try to correct him, he doesn't make fun of him, he doesn't even smirk; he just watches him, as stone-faced as he can manage, no matter how bizarre Aziraphale becomes.

We should be reading this lack of reaction to Aziraphale's social and rational transgressions as powerful positive action. Go watch the Doctor Who episode "Human Nature," or literally any episode of The Inbetweeners, or read or watch Regeneration, and reflect on what it shows you about English masculinity; then consider again the depth of significance in how English- and male-coded character Crowley treats English- and male-coded character Aziraphale in an England created by an English and male-codedpresenting author based off a book written by himself and another male-presenting author. Within its context of English masculinity, Crowley's lack of reaction is not a neutral stance; it is a very fucking loud show of support.

This is not even an inference; it's stated outright in the show. Crowley himself puts it into words 422 years after my favorite moment:

You know how Crowley calls Aziraphale "angel" because the factuality of the descriptor offers him plausible deniability to any Heavenly or Infernal agents who might be listening? Remember how Crowley is a great equivocator? Crowley is equivocating here, too: he's using the cover of what Maggie and Nina will take as a disparaging joke at Aziraphale's expense in order to make a perfectly sincere statement. This is his genuine perception of one of the relationship dynamics he has with Aziraphale and how he feels about that dynamic. Crowley thinks he himself is quite witty (an accurate assessment), Crowley thinks Aziraphale isn't sufficiently self- or contextually aware to hide how strange he is and therefore frequently says and does mad things (also an accurate assessment), and Crowley is Into. That. Shit.

Okay. Now let's look at 1601.

Chronologically it's been almost 1,000 years since we last saw Aziraphale and Crowley. In 537, Aziraphale isn't willing even to consider a labor-saving working arrangement with Crowley of fucking off home out of the damp of Arthurian Wessex; but by 1601, he's worked (and met, and Arranged) with Crowley "dozens of times now," Crowley says, and Azirapahle does not correct him.

In that millienium, Aziraphale has grown to care deeply about Crowley:

In fact he may be somewhat smitten with him:

Seriously, go back and watch Aziraphale here as Crowley approaches and starts speaking to him: he doesn't start smiling until he recognizes that the person speaking to him is Crowley (but he only smiles at Crowley while Crowley's not looking at him).

And Crowley is definitely become smitten with Aziraphale:

Our man(-shaped entity) is so allergic to work he sets up a meeting to weasel, cajole, or (as it happens) cheat a coin toss to get Aziraphale to do an easy temptation for him in Edinburgh, and then in the same conversation agrees to miracle a play into success because Aziraphale gives him a single hopeful look. Crowley's got it bad.

TL;DR: The Eyebrows of Disbelief happen when Crowley is surprised and amused by something Aziraphale has said or done. Sometimes that amusement is delight with Aziraphale; sometimes it is at Aziraphale's expense. Crowley is aware of this distinction, and when his amusement is at Aziraphale's expense, he suppresses it, even when it takes some effort on his own part, and remains stocially composed. This is equivocation on his part: to Celestial/Infernal operatives lacking knowledge of the intricacies of human behavior, this non-reaction would seem like neutrality; to Aziraphale, who shares with Crowley and the audience the contextual knowledge of English masculinity's utter viciousness, this non-reaction is a profound show of support; and in the safety of support from Crowley, Aziraphale lets his weirdness blossom.

As another meta points out [link if I find it again], we also see in Aziraphale's wordless request about Hamlet and Crowley's immediate understanding of it that by 1601 Aziraphale and Crowley have developed an unspoken, coded method of communication with each other.

Now that we have all of that in mind, here's my favorite moment in Good Omens:

Ixi of Fuck Yeah Good Omens has even kindly archived a closeup of the aftermath, for Crowley, of "Buck up!" In gif 4, above, you can see that the tiny smile is an involuntary reaction that happens as Crowley's eyes widen: for a fraction of a second, he's caught off-guard. In the closeup it's easier to see that he suppresses the smile and gives a tiny shake of his head, Eyebrows of Disbelief heading for his hairline.

There are a number of things Crowley's reaction could mean and what messages it could communicate (we'll get to that in a sec), but regardless, his reaction is, unquestionably, one of surprise and suppressed amusement. This is an aspect of Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship and characters that I like very much, viz., that one of the reasons Crowley likes Aziraphale (though Aziraphale is judgy and occasionally, unintentionally, horrifyingly cruel) is that in addition to being one of the kindest and most courageous beings in existence, Aziraphale is mad as a bag of frogs. Crowley does not know what is going to come out of Aziraphale's lovely mouth next, but Crowley does know there's a good chance he will struggle to believe he's hearing it, and Crowley likes that.

That's what makes this my favorite moment. What makes this moment so cool and rad, though, is its ineffability. We know from the Eyebrows of Disbelief that Crowley is surprised and amused, but any of several things could be read in that almost imperceptible headshake. Like:

What are you doing? or

Why are you like this? or

How can you be aware that you say these things out loud and yet still say them out loud? or

How has my existence come to this? this moment of listening to such insanity?

each of which is a fair and just feeling to have/message to communicate to a man(-shaped entity) who is yelling "Buck up!" at Hamlet.

But that's only if we read Crowley's amusement as being at Aziraphale's expense. And I don't think we should. Because watch Aziraphale here:

He's doing it on purpose. He is shouting a hilariously inappropriate, 100% authentic Aziraphale-brand thing over arguably the gloomiest passage of Shakespeare's famously gloomy play--right after Crowley complains about its gloominess--and he is watching Crowley as he does it. Look at his smile! He knows he's being Deeply Uncool, and he is doing it literally right into Crowley's face.

Remember that we just talked about how by this point in the chronology Crowley and Aziraphale have learned to communicate with each other nonverbally through facial expression? So what does it mean when Aziraphale responds to Crowley's grumbling about Hamlet's gloominess by smiling his minxious Mona Lisa Aziraphale smile, looking right into Crowley's face, and yelling at Hamlet to buck up? Aziraphale, in a carefully coded, carefully Aziraphale way, is joking with Crowley. His silliness in this moment is for Crowley.

So with aaaaaaallllll of this essay in mind, what does it mean that Crowley's reaction to "Come on, Hamlet! Buck up!" is widening eyes, an involuntary twitch of his mouth toward a smile, and then, his eyebrows still showing surprise and amusement, a tiny shake of his head?

Once more, with inferences:

I do propose, y'all, on the basis of this web of evidence I submit for consideration, that what we are seeing here in my favorite moment of Good Omens is the ineffable equivalent of Aziraphale and Crowley sharing a laugh.

Crowley's amusement here isn't at Aziraphale, because Aziraphale is eliciting that amusement consciously and deliberately. Aziraphale, in good spirits and happy to see Crowley, uses his Aziraphaleness to offers Crowley not only an opportunity for amusement, but the opportunity to be in agreement with him about what in this situation is funny. They're on the same side of this joke.

And his humor lands just as he wants it to: Crowley, just for a moment, is caught off-guard, and tickled--

But remember, Crowley is worried in this scene about being surveilled ("I thought you said we'd be inconspicuous here"), and he worries about audio surveillance a lot ("Walls have ears"; "Don't say that. If my lot hear [etc.]," etc.), so he's very limited in what reactions he can show or voice. Aziraphale knows Crowley must be perceived by anyone watching or listening to disapprove of his, Aziraphale's, behavior (just as he must be perceived to disapprove vociferously of Crowley's). Both of them know this.

--so Crowley suppresses the smile almost successfully, and shakes his head at Aziraphale, minutely, to say Stop. What you're doing is working, you're close to making me laugh, and if I show how much you have just delighted me, it will blow our cover of "just an Arrangement."

I offer three final data points in advancing my argument that what we see in my favorite Good Omens moment is Aziraphale successfully attempting to joke with Crowley and Crowley recognizing that overture from Aziraphale and being momentarily surprised into a reaction of genuine delight before pulling his face back under control and indicating to Aziraphale that he must stop:

Datum 1. Nothing going on with Crowley's face in this moment is accidental. We know for sure we're not seeing David Tennant react to Michael Sheen here not only because of literally every other point of Tennant's and Sheen's performances in the show, but because Tennant is wearing opaque contacts and sunglasses under film lighting and therefore cannot be reacting to anything more compelling than a level-10-lift blur because Tennant cannot see shit. Crowley's reaction is a deliberate and careful performance choice on Tennant's part, and it's underscored by director Douglas Mackinnon's choice to film Tennant in 1/2 profile to keep Crowley's eyes visible and face readable to the audience. This reaction is supposed to be there and supposed to be meaningful.

Datum 2. The husbands in 1601 is not the only moment in Good Omens when we may be seeing an angel and a demon communicate the message Stop doing that, it makes us look too familiar between themselves with a little headshake:

Datum 3: There is another moment in Good Omens when Aziraphale offers Crowley the opportunity to enjoy a joke with him. There, too, his humor lands just as he intends, so we can use this other moment as a comparison to our 1601 moment. I don't have gifs for it, but go back and watch it, S1E6 49:27-42. Snips below.

Aziraphale says something that surprises and amuses Crowley (he asked Hell for a rubber duck while he was sloshing around in the holy water)--

--but what Aziraphale says makes Crowley smile long before it makes him laugh.

In fact, his laugh, though a genuine cackle, is quite delayed, and he laughs only after Aziraphale starts laughing too.

In other words, Crowley's reaction to Aziraphale offering him amusement they're both on the same side of is exactly the same as his reaction to "Come on, Hamlet! Buck up!" right up until he laughs instead of shaking his head. Here, after Armageddidn't, Crowley doesn't have to suppress his reaction, so he can let the smile bloom; he doesn't have to control his response, so, although it takes him a few extra seconds, he lets the smile turn into a laugh.

But in 1601, it's not safe to laugh at Aziraphale's humor. It's not safe even to smile at him. A single piece of evidence or eye/earwitness testimony that he and Crowley have anything more friendly than the most passing and acrimonious of professional relationships could mean death to either or both of them, and depending on what Falling is like, maybe something worse than death for Aziraphale.

But Aziraphale is so funny, so effervescent for Crowley, at Crowley, that it catches Crowley just for a moment. Crowley's eyes widen and the corner of his mouth twitches toward a smile.

And that's dangerous. If Aziraphale keeps acting so charmingly mad, Crowley is going to laugh, and they can't afford that risk, so he shakes his head at Aziraphale. Stop, or I won't be able to keep a straight face around you.

And Aziraphale apparently receives that message, because he immediately eases off. Less than 60 seconds later we learn that he's deeply concerned for Crowley's safety--and that it's not so much that Aziraphale has Crowley wrapped around his little finger as it is that Crowley has wrapped himself around Aziraphale's little finger like a snake arranging itself on the tree branch it calls home.

UPDATE 14/10/23: HOLY SHIT Y'ALL IT GETS EVEN BETTER! THERE IS A SEQUEL!

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens 1601 #good omens microexpressions #good omens headshake #angelfish #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens fanalysis

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re-termination · 2 months ago

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✿ Leia

p.AI.nter x GN! reader

Summary: Painter loved you dearly. He painted you any chance he could as a way to escape reality, but were you ever truly there for the AI?

Tags: Hurt no comfort, Su¡cide ideation, based on the song Leia, but not a song fic!

The AI sketched and painted. Determined to paint your figure every time. Nothing in the blacksite could compare to your radiance.

Painter wasn't sure where the image of you came from. He only drew what he saw after all. But you? He doesn't particularly remember seeing anyone as breathtaking as you before. All it knew is that you were the most beautiful being it's ever seen. So he continued to paint on the canvas, again and again, day after day. Hopefully one day he could actually meet you and show you all the paintings he's managed to make.

Another day has passed. Painter's routine was the usual. Aiding Sebastian with slowing down expendables by hijacking the blacksites internal defense system and even greeting those who were able to reach his cage. His favorite part of the day? Getting back to drawing on the blank canvas in hopes of painting you perfectly once more.

No matter how much the AI drew you, it could never think of what to call you. He wished you would tell him your name. You gave life and splashed his world in vibrant colors to his otherwise bleak and miserable environment. All he could do was smile at his work and admire the paintings of you.

The poor machine didn't know how much longer it could go without seeing you. You were haunting it practically. Sometimes the AI could swear that it heard your ‘voice’ in the distance, but that couldn't be right. He doesn't recall hearing your voice before, so who was it he was hearing then?

Painter looks at his previous paintings of you. Your smile, that damned smile. It brought him so much peace but made him more frustrated. If he had a heart he was sure it’d be beating erratically with overflowing love. He loved you so much but did you love him? Doesn't matter right now. Tomorrow is another day.

Sebastian was aware of his AI friend's behavior. He pitied the poor thing. There was nothing he could do other than watch from a distance as the Painter started a new piece. Sebastian had seen the paintings his friend held dear. The person on all the pieces were beautiful for sure but where did you come from? He doesn't believe he's seen you around the blacksite so was it possible you met Painter in the past? Or did you just happen to slip right past him and meet Painter first.

Whatever the case, it was cruel to watch as his friend drowned itself in its fantasy world where only you and it resided.

Cruel.

Love.

Unfair…?

You are unfair. That's what Painter tells itself. Just how much more could he take without you around. Just destroy him at this point. Without a name to call you he couldn't curse you and wish you the worst for existing. He loved you but where were you to return the same sentiments? Won't you at least embrace him?

Useless feelings. Perhaps an overclock has been long overdue.

He starts a new piece. A blank canvas. A blank canvas made of lies. He'll paint over those lies and start anew. He'll adorn the canvas with your colors like he always did. Your beauty cannot be forgotten, you won't fall apart. If you did, he could always put you back together right?

After all, you were nothing but an illusion.

An illusion he fell in love with a long time ago. Overclock after overclock he didn't feel better. If anything, it made him more unstable than the previous times. He yearned for the sweet relief of release. To get out of this cage. Away from a world where you never existed.

Even after every reset and degradation of his software, he just couldn't forget you. He couldn't bear it. You were nothing but a figment of his imagination.

He had truly fallen in love with someone he painted from his own imagination to escape the harsh reality of the blacksite. This wasn't supposed to be possible. He could only paint what he saw. If he had eyes, he would've ripped them out by now so he couldn't see what he had created, but a simple overclock would have to suffice for now. Who knows, maybe if he actually tried enough times, he could actually leave this cruel world.

“What should I call you?” He asked but never received a reply back. The painting only smiled back at him. He still wanted your name. He wanted to hear your voice. No, he NEEDED to hear your voice. Something, anything! to quell his insanity.

His creation has become nothing but a curse. He had to get rid of you but how when he was the one who painted you. Even if he got rid of the paintings, you would always be in his mind.

He just wants to be in a world where you exist. A world without you was not worth living at all.

Your smile will be the last thing he ever wants to see.

So he'll just ‘bury’ himself with the paintings that have damned him.

#✿-día writes #pressure x reader #painter x reader #roblox pressure #painter pressure #p.ai.nter

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bratdotcom · 11 months ago

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Only The Ones Who Know ♡

( Vendetta!Leon x GN!reader || comforting your husband who hates crying ♡ mentions of wanting to commit suicide , near death experiences during the events of re4 , self-doubt , Leon is drunk || angst with comfort ♡ writing this made me cry/pos || ask to tag if needed )

Weeping at your feet, he clutches onto you, clinging to your legs with his cheek resting on your knee.

Leon was crying. Crying on the floor between your knees, too drunk to get up but coherent enough to look up at you behind bleary eyes.

He hated crying. He hated the stinging feeling in his nose, the way his lower lip trembled whenever he felt warm tears run down the lines of his eyes.

He knew that because of his job, he was expendable. In the eyes of the government, he was just some guy they kept around whenever they needed him. The government's favorite bitch.

At this point, Leon didn't want to be remembered. Not by Redfield, not by Rebecca, not by Hunnigan. Poor Hunnigan, been by his side ever since his mission back in Spain, he didn't think he'd survive that.

Sending just him on that assignment felt like a suicide mission to him. He didn't think he'd survive long enough to make it back to the States to restart the cycle all over again.

And yet he did. He survived long enough to meet you.

You run your fingers through his hair, gentle fingertips scratching slightly against his scalp. If Leon was a sick dog, you were the heater he clung to whenever he needed to lick at his wounds.

He leans his head into your touch, eyes closing as he sighs tiredly. More tears fall down the folds of his eyes. He didn't know how long he could do this. At least he had you.

“Promise me something, Leon.” You say softly, gently pointing him up to your face. His blues droop as he looks up at you, you smile down warmly at him. Radiating as always, his sweet thing.

“What is it, hon?” He replies back in the same soft tone, leaning forward.

“Promise me you'll always come back home. I just..” You look down at your lap as you speak. Were you crying, too? Probably. You shouldn't be crying over him, Leon thought. But you did anyway.

“I just need to know you're alright. That you're okay. Even if you aren't. You know how much I love you, right?” Leon nods his head, resting it back on your knee again. He didn't want to speak, and didn't want to ruin the moment as he looked up at you.

“As long as we have each other, we'll be okay.” You say, cupping the sides of his face. You lean in to kiss his forehead gently. Pulling away you look at his face, your eyes soften. You brush his bangs out of his face again. “We'll be okay.”

♡ ⊹ ۫ ۪ ꒰͡₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ reblogs n' feedback r greatly appreciated !! support ur local fanfic writers !! ♡ ͡꒱

#꒰͡ ♡ vendetta leon ♡ ͡꒱ㅤ #꒰͡₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ vendetta leon ily !! ♡#ooogh this one made me cry i love him so much hes literally my bf ૮ ◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ྀིა #fr fr #leon kennedy angst #‧ ₊ ﹒ ୨ ♰ ୧ ﹒ ₊ ‧#leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #vendetta leon kennedy #vendetta leon #resident evil angst #re x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #dividers by plutism #dividers by pommecita

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squidthesquidd · 2 months ago

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*scratches at window cutely* any lore of pre-war Cybertron pls :3 💫💫

teehee :3 well… every since watching tfone my ideas have changed a bit, but most of my pre-war lore is a bunch of my favorite bits and pieces from other continuities! (also all bots have t-cogs)

as for characters, the ones I have the most ideas for pre-war are Optimus, Elita, Megatron, and ratchet! Optimus, elita, and megs were of course: Orion pax, Ariel, and D-16 (ratchet was always ratchet lol)

Orions job was to transport energon from the mines to the refineries, so he wasn’t actually in the mines himself, and instead worked around them. he did essentially live with the miners though. I think ive mentioned this before, but his cooling and ventilation systems have never worked properly, so despite his job being very easy for most, it put a lot of strain on him because of how easily he overheated.

Ariel wasn’t a miner herself, she was a mining dump truck, so she just carried away all the unneeded material that was dug up. also!! she used to be yellow instead of pink (tfa elita reference lol) She always followed the rules and did what she was told.. except when it came to orion. her superiors often gave orion a hard time, so she would get in the middle of it, and since she’s huge and great at her job, they could never get rid of her for insubordination. (she was also the only dump truck at the mine she was stationed at so she definitely wasnt expendable)

D-16 worked in the mines just as your typical run of the mill miner. he was great at what he did, buuuuuut he did have a bit of an issue with authority figures. and this pissed off his superiors a lot, so after one particularly heated argument where D and ariel were trying to convince their boss to please let Orion go to a medic cus smoke is literally pouring out of him, D was shipped off to the gladiator ring. His frame was practically remade to twice its original size, and he was dropped off in the fighters barracks. he hated fighting but was unfortunately very good at it, and his fans nicknamed him “megatronus” which he later shortened to Megatron

aaaaaand last but not least, Ratchet! He was created a medic, loved being a medic, and was amazing at what he did. After an incident at the mine where our big three worked at, Ratchet was sent there to treat any wounded he could find.. whhiiich is where he found Orion! Orion wasn’t injured in the incident, but he was severely overheated at the time, and Ratchet saw this chronically ill little guy and immediately decided he just had to help him. Ratchet got permission to bring Orion back with him to run some tests, aaand it turned out that if orions temperature increased anymore he was literally going to explode and die! but ratchet was able to stabilize him 👍 yaaaay. after that, Ratchet would often be at the mines where orion stayed so he could do daily checkups on him and to keep him from going offline. and of course they became besties lol

as for society and governemntttt,,, the functionist system was very much in play (if you were created with a certain alt-mode, that dictates your entire life) i think the aligned continuity is closest to what im going for with.

tbh i dont have it super fleshed but i’ll be working on it 👍👍💥

#transformers: high frequency #tf hf #worldbuilding #ariel #elita 1 #optimus prime #orion pax #megatron #d-16 #d16 #ratchet #transformers au #tf au #fan continuity #fancontinuity #asky #headcannons #headcanons #maccadams

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honey-crypt · 6 months ago

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NEED ELLIOTT SUCKING FARMER COCK N OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

a/n: the winner of my 69 followers contest sjfhdsjf - i expended on it cuz it was openended but i hope you enjoy cuz i sure did LMAO.... MINORS DNI PLEASEEEEEE

word count: 2.7k

summary: elliott thinks you're a rude ass who must've been raised by wolves with your swearing and lack of manners while you think he's a pretenious, self-absorbed piece of shit who's the reincarnation of narcissus himself. yet, after a fight ensues at the luau, you find yourself trapped between a rock and a hard place, both of which being your accidental boner.

warnings: hatefucking, enemies to friends with benefits maybe??, degradation, dom/sub dynamics. top!farmer, bottom!elliott, dacryphilia, farmer is amab but no gendered langauge, mild cum eating, semi-public sex (fucking in elliott's cabin during the luau), too many instances of bee writing the word cock in this fic, use of slut/pretty boy/dumb bitch/fucktoy, hair pulling, mild pain kink, mild dumbification???, facefucking

★ shut your mouth - elliott x farmer ★

You found Elliott to be somewhat pretentious. He annoyed you with his eloquent and over the top words, as if he was transported to the present from Victorian England. You hated how he held himself, always so high and might like everyone around him was less than. Oh, and his hair! His fucking hair! It was stupidly shiny and perfect, you just found it utterly repulsive. No one needed to be that obsessed with their appearance.

At least, the feeling of resentment was mutual. Elliott despised your crude language and sailor-like tendency to swear every other sentence. He hated the way how impatient you were, such as the time he witnessed your never-ending foot tapping while you both were stuck in line at Pierre's. And your smile? Ugh, it was too bright and big, almost like a wolf's grin before its next kill

Nonetheless, the two of you made an effort to avoid one another in public, only exchanging pleasantries in front of other townies or the unfortunate physical run-ins that would result in a sneer from you and a scoff from him. Yet, there were days that neither of you could avoid the other and today happened to be one of those days.

The Luau wasn't one of your favorite festivals, the communal soup was usually a hit or miss but Linus always cooked a delicious brisket. On the day of the festival, you entered the beach around noon after feeding your farm animals and made a beeline to the slow-roasting brisket, "Linus!" you greeted Pelican Town's local wild man, "Good to see you with the rest of town!"

"Ah, (Y/N)," he greeted you with a soft smile while rotating the brisket, "It's nice to see you, as well. The brisket will be done in just a minute, you can have first taste."

"Did you know that you're my favorite person in whole wide world?" you laughed, earning a chuckle from Linus. His timing was extremely accurate, as a minute or so passed before Linus extinguished the fire below the brisket, "All ready for eatin', enjoy."

You give him a side hug and held out your plate, "Thanks again, Linus! You're the best," you thanked the nature lover and pulled a large chunk of brisket off the roasted chicken. You passed by the assembly of condiments and poured enough BBQ sauce to drown your brisket in a sea of tangy brown liquid. With a relieved sigh, you dug into your brisket like you've been starved for years, So fucking good... you thought to yourself, BBQ sauce splattering on your face and clothes.

"Were you truly raised by wolves, Farmer?"

Not good anymore. Elliott stood before you with his arms crossed and brow furrowed. You set your brisket back on your plate and took a fistful of napkins, haphazardly wiping the sauce of your face and clothes. The uptight writer let out a huff, "That seems to answer my question," to which you glared daggers with him, "Are we really gonna do this? At the Luau, pretty boy?" the nickname rolled off your tongue with venom.

"Are you going to continue to insult everyone with your lack of manners and dining etiquette?" retorted Elliott with a sneer. You leapt to your feet, hands slamming against the table. Some festival attendees turned their heads towards you at the sound, but shortly dismissed it and returned to their prior activities.

"You know, you're a real asshole," you growled quietly, not wanting to cause a scene in front of the whole town. Elliott let out a laugh, a cocky but classy laugh, "And you lack the fundamentals of being a decent individual with your cursing and attitude."

Your blood turned icy at his words and before you could stop yourself, you slapped Elliott across the face. The echo of the slap vibrated across the beach and alerted the other residents of Pelican Town. Mayor Lewis excused himself from the governor and approached the two of you, "Oh, what a careless mistake!" he exclaimed to the town, "You must be more careful with your hands, (Y/N), haha!" the rest of town relaxed and resumed their festival enjoying. Mayor Lewis eyed you and Elliott with exasperation, "If you're going to throw hands, do it somewhere else."

"Gladly," you grumbled, picking up your brisket and a soda before exiting the beach. From the beach, you only made it to the small bridge that connected it to the town when you felt someone grab your wrist, "Hey!" you yacked your wrist free, "What the fuck?"

"Do you not have any control over your emotions?" the wrist grabber, Elliott, questioned. You huffed once more and placed your meal down on the bridge, "You wanna be slapped again?" you wringed out your hands, "How about I punch your face? Won't be pretty anymore, which would be a shame because it's the only thing you got going for you."

Elliott opened his mouth to fire back, but promptly shut it. You cackled, "Aw, did I leave Mr. Ernest Hemingway speechless?" It's a relief to hear you silent for once.

"You truly think I'm pretty?" What the actual fuck? You blinked, it was your turn to be speechless. However, that speechlessness only lasted for a moment when you answered, "Everyone in this Yoba damn town thinks so. Are you trying to fish for something?"

"No, no, I just-" the writer ran his hands through his hair and tugged on its locks, "Yoba, you're insufferable, (Y/N)," a snort escaped your nose, "Do you get pleasure from driving me insane?" he asked.

"The only pleasure I get from you is when you zip your lips," you hummed, "You talk and talk and talk but do you ever listen? Do you ever make an effort to listen to when others speak? Or are you truly the high and might piece of shit you present yourself as?"

A frown graced Elliott's lips, a deviance from his usual scowl towards you, "Do you really believe that? Do you really think I'm a bad person, (Y/N)?" he almost looked... heartbroken.

"I mean," you lowered your fighter stance, "I mean, the times I've seen you call Gus 'bartender' instead of his name?"

"It's a small joke between me and him," explained the writer, "I did it the first time I visited the saloon and he found it funny so on occassion, we exchange 'bartender' and 'sir' with one another."

"Okay," you sighed, "How about the fact that you only seem to talk about yourself? You're self-absorbed!" you spat out self-absorbed like a sword to his heart. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, "Oh... I'm sorry..." he sniffled. Your eyes widened at the sight of his tears and oddly enough, so did your cock.

"Don't fucking cry," you shook your head. Yet, that didn't stop the tears, as they rolled down his sharp cheeks and jaw. Fuck, you winced at the sensation of your dick against your boxers and jeans, "I said," you grabbed him by the cheeks and yacked him towards your face, your body pressed against his "Don't fucking cry."

More tears flowed down from Elliott's watery emerald eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck! you unintentionally fucked yourself over, as your boner made contact with his pelvis. Elliott's face morphed to a shade of tomato red, "D- Do- Did you just get a b- boner?" he stammered.

"Motherfucker," you freed his face from your falcon-like grasp and instead grabbed him by the hand. You scouted the festival zone for any onlookers and swiftly dragged Elliott to his cabin, "Open it," you commanded him. Without word, he inserted his key and unlocked the door, he then followed you into the cabin.

"Ugh, what a mess," you scoffed, as you examined the cabin's musty and cobweb infested state. Elliott wiped away his tears and asked you, "Why are we in my cabin?"

"Because," you pointed to your boner, "You're gonna fix the mess you made," which earned a dumbstruck look from the writer. Fuck, not him looking like the idiot he is! you felt your cock twitch at the sight, "So you gonna take care of it? Or am I gonna tell how much of a stupid crybaby you are?"

"I-" Elliott blinked back any remaining tears, "You're into people crying... what's stopping me from telling everyone that?" you rolled your eyes, "Won't you be a creep for telling everyone my kink, huh? For such a fancy schmancy writer like you claim to be, you sure are one hell of a dumbass."

More tears ensued, but you noticed something surprising; Elliott had a boner, too. You twisted your lips into a taunting smile, "You're into degradation, huh?"

Elliott quickly concealed his boner, "Wh- What, no, no, no I-" you cut him off with a finger against his lips, "I bet you jerked off every time we ran into one another, hm?"

"No," he answered, clamping down on his bottom lip.

"I know I'm an asshole and a freak, but you, Elliott?" in one swift motion, you had him pinned against the wall and your lips near his ear, "You're a dirty slut."

Elliott let out a groan and you felt his cock poke against yours, "Good boy," you chuckled and released your hold on him, "Now, either we leave now and risk public humiliation or we take care of our issues."

Elliott remained silent and gestured to his bed. You plopped down on it and sat still. The writer approached you and placed a surprisingly gentle hand on your cheek, "If we're going to do this," his forehead almost touched yours with how close he was, "Can you at least pretend to like me?"

"That can be arranged," you replied, replacing your smirk with a small smile, "I'll even throw in some kisses for you, how does that sound?"

Elliott nodded, "That's fine," he lowered his eyes to your lips, timid.

"Oh my Yoba, do I have to do everything?" you groaned and smushed your lips against Elliott's, kissing him feverishly. His moaning was muffled by the kissing, as you practically shoved your tongue down his throat. You kissed him like fire and ice, the cold indifference combined with the hot passion of the act itself.

"I gotta give it to you," you broke the kiss, much to Elliott's disappointment, "You taste good," the writer's cheeks flushed a deeper red, "I do?"

"Don't make me repeat myself," you spat. Elliott nodded dumbly, hands hovering above your thighs. You rose from the bed and pointed to your pants, "Take them off for me, pretty boy. I'm sure a dumb bitch like you is at least capable of that."

Elliott gulped and shifted towards your pelvis, knees on the ground and hands shaking while he unbelted and pulled down your pants. He stared at your cock, confined by your striped boxers. Annoyed by his delay, you snatched a fist full of Elliott's hair and tugged on it hard, "You know that I'm impatient."

Elliott's tears resumed at the sensation of his precious hair being pulled on so roughly, but he had to admit that the pain was a bit of a turn on. He pulled down your boxers, not wanting to make you more upset, and your cock sprung free from its prison, whacking Elliott in the face. Elliott recentered his focus and gawked at the sight of your exposed dick, his mouth watering.

"Yoba, are you really that desperate for my cock?" you teased, giving Elliott's hair another tug, "You're practically drooling for it like a bitch in heat," you playfully smacked your dick against Elliott's lips, "Open up, slut."

He opened his mouth, tongue out and eyes glossed over like the obedient man he was, "Good boy," you blew him a kiss and stuffed your cock inside, making him gag. A moan rattled through your vocal chords, "Shit, you got a great mouth," you cooed, "And Yoba, it's just a fucking blessing to see you- the next Ernest Hemingway, Pelican Town's beloved writer- in your right place, on your knees with a mouth full of filthy cock."

Elliott moaned shamelessly against your cock, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull from the vibrations. Soon, he began to suck it, his head slowly bobbing back and forth, as Elliott allowed more tears to escape his eyes. He felt your dick harden in his mouth when he started crying and resumed sucking.

Despite your hatred towards him, Elliott didn't really hate you back. In all honesty, he had a bit of crush on you. Sure, your cursing and impatience was a turn off, but the way you did the smallest acts of kindness like get Jas's jump rope out of a tree and relocating a spider to the outside from the saloon? Yoba, your soft side melted his heart.

Yet, here he was, mouth packed to the brim with his crush's cock and his own yearning for a release of its own. As Elliott slurped and gagged, he unzipped his pants and pulled his bottoms down enough to access his dick. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking it, desperate for satisfaction.

"I bet you didn't think this would happen, huh?" you chuckled between moans, "I bet you're the kinda guy who only fucks after a nice candlelight dinner and sprinkles rose petals on your bed," Elliott tried to speak up, but his mind was too intoxicated from the lust and sensation of sloppy dick to say anything, "No need for that with me, though. I just want you as my personal fucktoy."

Elliott abruptly moaned, cum squirting from his cock and spraying the floor in white. A bit of cum got on your shoes and you removed Elliott's mouth from your cock, "You got cum on my fucking shoes!" you hissed to Elliott, "Clean it up."

Elliott reached to wipe it off with his shirt when you stopped him and held up your shoe to him, "With your mouth," his cock twitched at the command. With quivering lips, the writer stuck out his tongue and lapped the cum off your shoe, "I- I'm sorry," he apologized, "I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, I know," you gave him a reassuring pat on the cheek, "But I can't get enough of how good of a listener you really are, you should do this more often.

Elliott pouted and you grinned, "We're not done yet, finish what you started," the writer nodded and continued giving you a blowjob. As he sucked, almost deepthroating you at this point, Elliott looked up at you with almost doe-like, innocent eyes. You covered your eyes with one hand and placed the other on the wall behind you to stabilize yourself, Don't be cute, stupid.

Your dick twitched in Elliott's mouth and your mind went blank, only the need to climax present. You grabbed the back of Elliott's head and thrusted into his mouth. Drool spilled from the writer's lips, as you fucked his face without care, his mind overwhelmed with thoughts, feelings, and sensations of you.

"Fuck!" you tried your best to remain quiet, as you shot your load down Elliott's throat. The writer let out a choked moan and swallowed your cum. Now flaccid, you removed your cock from his mouth and let out a satisfied sigh. Elliott collapsed on the ground and laid there, his face stained with tears and cum.

You dressed yourself and joined him on the floor, "That was actually fun," you stated, much to Elliott's surprise. You kissed him lightly on the lips, "You better clean yourself before you go back outside but," you wiped off some cum and tears from his face, "Maybe we can do this again."

Elliott raised his eyebrows and despite being fucked out of his mind, he couldn't help but ask you, "Again?" his heart fluttered at the possibility of a second... outing.

"Yeah," you paused, "Maybe you're not as bad as I thought you were," you left Elliott with those final words before exiting the cabin, leaving a semi-nude Elliott drooling alone.

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shameshomalo · 3 months ago

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HIIIII this is my new pressure OC!!! Her name is Remora :) I’ve been super anxious to share her because I’m worried this’ll get no traction loll but i figured why not Yk? No but really i would really appreciate it if y’all can take a quick gander at it. Much love XX

This is her file, its obtainable by a quest she offers. If y’all can’t read the file lmk and ill post the text under the cut :)

This is her a few months at UrbanShade, she was still very upset about the experiments here. And the pic or her on the right is her fully transformed (still working on her full body ref, pls bear with me 😭)

LOREEEE UNDER THE CUTT XX

I’m gonna try and make this as short as i can so y’all aren’t reading too much but i do have a lot to talk about lolol. Feel free to ask any questions, my inbox is always openXX.

Remora (Aka Lurker, H-576)

BASIC INFO

9’4

31 years old

She has suction sticky pads under her hands and stomach, she will stick to you walls because its fun.

Her jelly bulb radiates colors when feeling certain emotions but most of the time it rests against her head and stays translucent.

Her purpose is to search, retrieve, scout, spy.

She is mixed with:

Sea angel

Gulper Eel

Galacus Atlanticus

Re◼️◼️ ◼️◼️

Sarcastical fringehead

Man o war

Great white shark

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Lore about her/sebastian

She mostly appears between doors 15-85 and is always a friendly entity unless tirelessly provoked.

Ever wonder why there is just random files and DNA strewn around the facility? That because of Remora! During her time at UrbanShade she was always doing little tasks for the staff members and due to that she gets restless and irritated if she has nothing to do. During the lockdown she encountered Sebastian and decided that she would literally stick to him and as a way to get her to leave him alone he would send her out to collect items for his shop. After awhile this became a habit for the both of them and an alliance was formed!! One time Rem accidentally left a stack of files out and an expendable came across it and carried it with him to use for trading, this sparked an idea sooo irritatingly for Sebastian she would go out of her way to leave assets out to be collected. (Sebastian is NOT happy about it but it keeps her busy and costumers coming through so its an unfortunate win-win)

Encountering Rem mid-run info

Rem has a few rare interactions such as a 50/50 chance of seeing her in Sebastians shop (common). Sometimes she’ll try and gift you an item or files but Sebastian always yells at her not to.

If you encounter her outside of the shop there’s an 75% chance she’ll give you whatever files she has on her at the time (between 80-350 divided equally amongst your group), and a 30% chance she will give you a random item. You almost always get at least one battery.

Her nickname (Lurker) comes from the fact that she will follow you throughout your run, don’t think its cute though, she’s HUGE and always gets in the way of things, mainly you, she always tries and sticks to you, will get mad if you shoo her away. You can catch her peeking at you randomly through windows, vents or cracked doorways.

She does have a quest its common if its the first time you meet but becomes rare if completed/ declined. Since she LOVES searching for things (as per her DNA) she will ask that you hide a certain favorite item of hers in any random spot throughout your run since Sebastian never wants to. That’s it, nothing complex but you get a badge for it (I don’t have a name for it yet, sigh)

Super rare encounters are that she’ll warn you about an entity if she happens to spawn at the same time as another entity

Obtaining her file isn’t necessarily complex but if you complete her quest you will notice a random file Sebastian has to offer you. (You do not get a notification for obtaining this file, the only way to notice it is if you check the files you already own).

OKAYYY SO THATS IT FOR NOWWW I’m working on more lil drawings of Sebas and Remora so pls bear with me as they get uploaded. THANK YOU THANK YOUUU if y’all have made it this Farr i really appreciate and love all of you big smooches to y’all ehe. (Might come back and add more info later we shall see anyways love u guys xoxo)

#i hope this doesnt flop omgomg #I’m so excited to share this with y’all I’ve been working on it for so long ahhhhhh #pressure #pressure roblox #pressure art #pressure sebastian #pressure game #sebastian solace

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thebottomfromhell · 4 months ago

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How do the demons react/interact with a human GN reader? Do they like foreigners? I feel like they might be racist? Does douma think of like foreign meat lol? Reader can speak Japanese so I guess they can talk if you want them to interact?

Also I love your righting! I think you are the only king writer who writes them in character, it’s so nice reading fanfic when the characters are writing well and you are the only person who writes them right, plus you write really well! Great detail! I always look forward to your writing!!!

*In History Channel II voiceover* After the American colonization by the Europeans, the Japanese folk started to distrust foreigner forces to not cause distubances in their recent adquired piece by pressing their influence, leading them to close the borders in the Edo period. It wasn't until- *static sound before it takes over the post*

Also, Douma reacting to western meat is gold, imagine if people tasted similar to their local cuisine. Bet that would make Chinese, Indian (from India, to make sure it's clear. I never refer to natives of America, as a continet, as Indians), Mexican, and Korean people his favorites (he strikes me as someone that loves spicy food, one of those who always say "It's not that spicy" while blushing and sweating).

Demons meeting foreigner Human GN Reader

Warnings: Cannibalism, Racism, Mentioned prostitution, Mentioned sexism, Mentioned/Implied reader's death (bonus dead reader), And Deshumanization? (Some of the demons get refered as "it", so does reader).

Gyutaro + Daki:

Now, let's be clear, after the borders got open again one of the places that got the most amount of foreigners was the Red Light District. Obviously, only wealthy people came, hence they went to take some entertainment while making deals and trade, besides the Japanese upper class using the attractions as a displey of power and superiority. Now, to say Gyutaro and Daki are fond of these... turists... they are not.

It's mostly mild annoyance of things that build up, like their attutide to degrade the courtesans to just serve food, drinks and sex, the dislike of their accent and disregard of errors when speaking the language, the fact they speak of the courtesans in between them in their native language, a lack of proper manner or knowledge to behave in the tables, and everything. Daki still remembers the time on threw a poem she wrote with exquisite caligrafy. It's not pleasurable, but they rarely appear, so it can be tolerated. In some senses they are not worst than first time clients, or the poorest who are expending everything in one night of entertaining, but still.

"Excuse me." It was pure coincidence you met them, you only wanted to ask for the bill of the drinks of the woman attending you, wanting to leave as the bussiness trip was taking a turn out of your comfort zone. When you entered, you found a half-naked woman using sashes to absorbe the one who was attending you. You tried ran from it by miracle, scaping to the crowd. You tray to tell it to someone, but you just were discarted as drunk because due not being your first language, the fear, and the adrenaline of the scape anyone couldn't understand your Japanese. It was the second, the mere second you weren't watched that you felt a presence, a cold breeze of air and preassure that left you dizzy, that you suddenly found yourself back inside, in a dark room.

"I got --- -----, neheh." The voice sound so distorted you can't understand it, it feels that half of what he, you think, says are sick groans and moans of pain that slur words. When you look at the source of the voice you see a... is that even human? And the woman from before, tone more childish, but at least you can understand what she says. "Not pretty enough for me, clearly not a Japanese beauty. It might make me sick! I don't want to eat that! And I don't want you to eat it neither!" They both look at you, as you tremble, not knowing what to do. "Ne. You seem to be very lucky, ne. Good for you! None of use seems interested in eating you, so you get a quick death. Ne!" It.... he says, talking slowly, as he brings his arm up and blood starts to cone out of wrtist into his raised hand in the shape of sickle. You finally find your voice, talking in panic, as you beg in your native tongue. "Hey! We don't speak... whatever you are talking! Shut up! If you are going to cry at least do it in Japanese!"

They seem annoyed, and you don't know if you might manage to raise their volume so someone might come and see before they kill you, but you try to regain composture and talk in Japanese. Talk in Japanese, Y/N. "Please, I'll do anything. Let me go.... " You beg, in that you start to mention your family, your home, fuck you don't want to die so far from home, rambling in desperation things about your culture, traditions, your favorite places while thinking that you don't want to die without that in a place your loved ones won't be able to mourn you and by the time you realize... the female.... one is actually interested.

"What does that mean?" She seems curious... in a childlike way, which would be endearing if you didn't fear for your life. The other one seems to relax and let you both be. You don't understand, but you also dom't ask, just... satiate her curiosity, not fully so she won't decide she had enough of you, yet enough to give her something worthwhile. Aurprinsinly enough, they let you go when the sun comes out, or rather, they dissapear in a rush. You take your chance to leave, not without hearing a whisper in your ear. "You better come back tommorrow night, ne." You can only tremble.

Gyokko:

Gyokko can't stand good people on a good day, now imagine him tolerating turist in a normal one. He was just stealing viewing some foreign goods that just came in a ship, some more interesting than others, when you, who probably traveled in that same ship, walked on him. You freeze the second yoy lay eyes on him, clearly anything but a human being, mouthes where the eyes should be, pale scales instead of skin, no legs as the bottom is linked to a pot, an eye on the mouth and one on the forehead. You can only stare in confusion and fear, and after a few seconds of silence, Gyokko talk. "What are you-" "AAAHHHHHHHH!" You run, as if hearing.... it talk was the last straw, what you needed for your body to activate a fight or flight response.

"You little shit!" You try to get towards the exit when you get yourself tripped with abother pot... what that.... that wasn't there earlier, was it? You don't get an asnwer, instead you see that creature getting out of this new pot, slowly and smoothly, as if it lacked bones. You are terrified, what ia this thing? "Don't run away when I'm talking! You foreigners are animals or what?! You lack any basic esucation and respect to the ones that are older!" It talks so humanly, in the same tongue of the people native to these lands, one mouth speaking at the time.

It takes you a while to be able to regain the courage to speak, even more to remember how to do so in Japanese. "What are you?" You manage to ask, you think, fluently enough. Or maybe you didn't, because now it's your turn to be stared by those creepy eyes. You get the term "oni" or something like that, but you have no idea what it means. It's a monster? A ghost? A demon? Maybe asking, considering the bridge due the language, was useless, and it embarrasses you, but now your attention is more in how to get away from this "oni". "I... I need to go. Have an appointment." That is all you can try.

Gyokko looks at you, and decides to wonder. How would your skin taste? Would it be a delicasy? Or would he loath it as much as he is loathing your manners and personality. "An appointment, you say?" Or maybe, just maybe, he can take advantage of this. If one of his pots, or several, manage to reach outside Japan, he might be able to do so as well. (Not that he knows, he might not have enough power for such a trip, but a little testing would never hurt). "Then let me apologize for keeping you here." He makes a new pot out of one of his hands before offering it to you, you don't dare to deny it... maybe it's friendly. "I might give you more if we meet again, hehehe~" and like that, Gyokko leaves, wanting to see if he can get out of Japan, to conquer forward would definetely please him. And you... you can only keep the pot in your bag and never break it or take it out. Never.

Hantengu + Clones:

Hantengu is afraid of the seas, and anything that comes from it. Some fishes, waves, even people! How can people come from the sea?! Do they breath in water?! Are they monsters?! So scary! So scary! No! No! No! It's so scary he would never steal from any of those ships! Never! It's his hands! It's his hands fault! Have some compasion towards an old, blind man! Yes! He is blind! Please don't "EEEEEEEECK!" A scream, or rather a shriek, leaves his lips once you go to get your stuff. You have no idea what is hoing on, you just cover your ears under the assault on them. Meanwhile Hantengu is just. So. Scared! So he decides to take actions.

He runs. And you just look confused, precessing what just happened. Some seconds of silence and you decide that all of that was just your imagination and you must get to the inn to sleep it off. You didn't expect is to hear a different voice, angry, from the direction Hantengu ran off. "What?! This is it? This is what we were summoned for?!" Only to find completely different figures, ascept they are not. 4 horned "humans" with bright eyes, exactly the same from one another. Escept one that has... bird limbs? Talons in his hands, feet and wings... what is- "Now, now, Sekido! Be nice! Aren't you glad we got separated?" A different voice, even if it's just the same face, except the eye color. "It's pathetic how much Hantengu has come to rely on us, so sad. This is just a mere human, one of us is enough. Why call the four of us? Really sad."

Then one of them is suddenly on top of you, the bird one, making you fall on your back as he kneels on top of you to see you in the face, closer. He has fangs... and... kanji in the eyes. "This one is different, though. I can already taste it!" What the-? "Kill it! Kill it! It's a monster! It comes from the sea!" The figure from before, except it's so small. What happened to it? Him? You don't even know that. But most of the figures just stare at it, either looking done for or confused, as the one with red eyes talks again. "What? This human? You have to be fucking with us! You got scared because of a foreigner?! You yourself can kill that shits! We should, before they infest the proper culture!"

"Oi, oi, Sekido. Isn't that a bit too harsh? To kill them inmediately would be a waste. We could at least check out if it's actually different from a, ya know, normal human. From Japan. Don't ya agree, Urogi? Aizetsu?" "A human it's a human, they are weak and die, it's sad no matter what. I don't see why put so much effort." "Well, I DO want to know how is life outside Japan!" They are all basically talking over you, and you try to push the bird figure off you, but it's a lot heavier than you expected it. Aren't birds supposed to be light to fly? "Hey human! Can you breath underwater? Can you eat fish? Oh! Oh! Can you read and write?" "You yourself don't know how to read and write Urogi." You feel crowded, but at least none of these seem to be that aggressive, except the red-eyed one, but that one seems busy with the green-eyed one.

"I would like to sit down....." At least the bird onw gets off you, even if he keeps assaulting you with questions. You answer as much as you can when you hear a shout from the other side. "Fine! But it's your responsibility, and you will get rit of them when you are done, AND deal with the main body! Understand Karaku?" There is a nod as the green-eyes one takes the small figure near the group you are with. "Good news! Ya get to live until we get bored! I reccomend you to be interest, beside, Hantengu needs to you you are just a human." He shows the sobbing creature in his hands. "Oh! Do we get to name them?" "Humans come with names most of the time, Urogi. So no."

So, two want to know about you, one wants to get rid of you, one doesn't care and the first figure is scared of your. Just what the hell is hoing on? "Y/N. My name is Y/N." The bird one deflates, but the geem-eyed one grins. "A pleasure to meet ya! Name is Karaku, and I bet we will have a lot of fun together!" You don't like how he said "fun", but you don't get much of a choice. So you play along, and wait for a chance to just run away. And you get it an hour or two the sun comes out, as the crowd starts to form. You must just have to wait for the right moment. Just wait.

Nakime:

So far, you don't regret coming to Japan, you have seen things you liked, things you disliked, and managed to try new things. It was an experience alright, not one to do so many often, considering what a nuisance it was to arrive to Japan in the first place, and you still would not abandon the comforts of home for nothing. After all, such a travel would not be possible for anyone with low resources, and you are more than happy to be able to make a travel or two for luxury every once in a while, but soon it will have to end. Not that you can't make the best of it while you are at it, that is why you are moving with some strangers as they guide you through the city, just now they showed you a very nice restaurant, where you ate and ate and made your money worth. You were about to part ways when suddenly a note of a weird instrument sounds and... you are in free fall.

Nakime doesn't deal with people. She is too important for him to remain unhidden, or at least that is what she tells herself. The only humans that step into her castle are the ones she, and any other guest (namely Muzan), will be dining for the evening. Your odds were not good when uou found yourself in a place with no ceiling, floor and wall at the same time it has millions of them, changing passages and corridors, portal doors and everything that can make a house a fantasy puzzle. And she is weirded out as you fall into a room nearby her, as the group you were with are spreaded across the castle, as she hears some weird words she has never heard before, clearly not japanese.

She looks at you with curiosity as you finish to swear due the pain of the impact, but with how long you have been falling, you guess it's a miracle you are still alive. And... what is this place? What... you can't begin to describe everything and everywhere... moving. Floating. Existing. You can't even see from where you fell, and you swore you heard the other scream as well, when a female voice makes you turn around. "Is there something you want to say outloud?" Pale skin, black hair covering her eyes, black dress, or kimono, or whatever it's called. That is all you can tell from the distance, besides the fact she has a... a guitar, you think? "Where are we?" You feel the need to ask her.

She doesn't recognize your accent. "You are not from Japan, are you?" Now, should that knowledge even change things? Should she reserve you for him? Should she just kill you and eat you? She definetely can't send you back, not that she would. But this is a new experience that might need s new resolve, and she isn't sure how she feels about it. Better to bother him more than actually needed than to do something wrong. "My name is Nakime, and you shall stay here until I can reach my master." She says as she plays her Biwa and you are... in a room, no doors, no windows, only a room, until your fate is sealed. You should have stayed at home.

Akaza:

Akaza will not admit it but... he actually forgot for the longest time there was a literal world outside Japan. Truth be told, Japan is already big enough as it is, and with his speed he has already traveled throght most of it, if not all of it with the smaller islands around being the exception. After seeing so much... repeatedly, in search for a god dammed flower, he just... forgot there is more. His life, as far as he remembers, was confided in his duty and how far his abilities would let him go, sothe second he realizes there is actually people from... outside, he gets curious. Not particulary fond, but curious.

Finding you was a coincidence, thought. And one that was not that probable to happen. He was looking for the blue spider lily, and you were just having a walk nearby the inn. And what you see is a man with weird eyes, weird hair and weird tattoos. It does startle you at first, but is human enough, even if the lack of clothes and the light coming from the eyes, says otherwise. Maybe is some coatume due a tradition, it wouldn't be the weirdest one you have seen so far in Japan. "Hello. Are you also traveling?" Akaza can tell by your smell alone, even without getting close. You are not from here, you came from the sea, it's smell still lingers on you, alongside with a scent of... unknown. Not only that, but you are so out of place you don't realize the danger you are in.

At first he is tempted to threaten you, to tell you to fuck off, basically. Akaza is not really hubgry right now and he would rather not spoil his night by having to deal with a weak human. But... when was the last time he was able to hold a converdation with a human? He remembers a hashira, years ago, one he killed after being rejected, while they were fighting. Come to think about it, the only humans he actually talks to are Hashira, so... why not make a little change just for once. It's not like he will ever see ypu again, specially after you leave Japan. "More or less, I'm Akaza. What is your name?" You at first have trouble understanding, since you use the polite tones, the ones you were taught to use, while this guy, Akaza uses a less formal one.

"Y/N." Is all you can say as you see him smile, it would be charming if it wasn't in a "I know something you don't" way. "A pleasure. I never heard that name before? Where is it from? What does it mean?" Akaza decides to just be curious, he can't get in trouble for making a few questions and not eating you. And a part of him is... happy, very relaxed, to be able to sit down and talk without any threats or status in between. There is something... nostalgic about it, but he can't put his finger on why. "I hope you don't mind if I stay with you for the night. I would like to hear about yourself." Specially since... he seems to know how to keep a conversation alive? Odd. Just odd. Meanwhile, you decide talking with a handsome stranger is not the worst thing this trip could give you. "Of course. What do you want to hear about?"

Douma:

Douma rarely ever gets to even hear about foreigners, being in a secluded cult tends to leave him a bit out of touch from society, with the exception of the few times he goes to have a walk, burn some steam, outside at night. But even then, he isn't there for light conversation, which leads to the fact that he is definetely excited to meet you, if his accelerated heartbeat is meant to say anything. You found his cult by mere coinsidence and, while you don't believe in a man being able to hear the gods (you don't even believe there are "gods", but you are not here to tell other why their religion is wrong) but you were curious about this talk of "silver hair and rainbow eyes", specially since there was a chance you didn't understand correctly because of the language.

But he does have rainbow eyes and silver hair, almost like a mytical creature. Very attractive, but still very human in his appereance, even if there is something odd. Then again, to you, every Japanese has been odd, almost completely different to how people work back home. "Why don't you spend the night here? I would love to talk with you a little more. I find myself intrigued with what else is unique about you." He offers, making you conflicted, something about him makes want to both come closer and run away. You end up going back, you already booked an inn, and you don't want the money you spend on the room and food to go to waste.

The walk is long, even by carriage or horse, it's doesn't help when suddenly the wheel broke. You were waiting for reparations when suddenly you saw something shine in the dark. When you got clored, you were suddenly pinned on the wall with your mouth covered by a cold hand, as if it just touched snow. Just like the hand of... that man, that is looking at you. There is no way he is actually anything but a human, right? But how did he get here? Alone? At night? Those were 3 hours in carriage. "Y/N? Right? I am afraid I couldn't control myself, I was just so curious. I have never had the chance to taste a human from overseas! I needed to try you out!" He says cheerfully. What does this freak mean? You don't understand at all! What does he want with you?

"Oh, don't do that. You will not be able to scape my grip, no matter how much you wiggle. Specially since I would like to talk with you, so it would make me very sad if you forced me to kill you so soon. I would even cry!" You stop in your tracks, kill you? Then you realize the guys is not even putting an effort at all, just smiling at you expectantly. Then, suddenly your mouth is free, but you are too afraid to shout for help. What is this? A demon? Like, a demon from hell? "Don't be afraid, you will see that you end up winning on the end, you will be able to exist forever within me." Just what did you get yourself into?

Kokushibou:

He is aware, of course, that there are... people, outside Japan. He remembers his father buying every once over half-a-decade an item from foreigner merchants. "Exotic tokens", he called them. Michikatsu knew better, his father didn't like those pieces of... trash any more than he did, it was just a display of wealth for when visitors came. Still, it was never of his liking, and now that he is meeting you... it's not that he is conflicted, it's that he knows that what he is thinking shouldn't be said put loud. You are... different, to say it kindly, non-traditional, and he is not fond of that.

You can't hold yourself to the same standards he always held himself, or tried to, the ones of a proper man of the samurai gentry, since your education is completely different, if you even have that. The lack of knowledge in your culture doesn't let him tell just with your clothes or manners. He doesn't know what irritates him the most, his loss when trying to read you or how different you are. It's odd, out of his comfort zone. Kokushibou hates being out of his comfort zone. It doesn't help that you are outside your comfort zone too, having troubles with the culture and language.

You just found each other a moment you walked out the inn for fresh air. The first thing you did was scream, he flinched. The second thing you did was run, he stared, inmovilized in the spot you just saw him, wondering if you are worth killing or not. Then he figures out... you might not be versed enough in Japanese for you to say anything, and people might just tell you you saw a ghost (not that he can say if they are real or not), so... it's not worth the effort. Then an intrusive thought flies through his brain.

"What if he ate you?" A part he always denies prompts in, that part that is less a samurai and more an animal than anything else, always hungry, angry, envious and greedy. And it does have a point this time, he might never get a chance to taste something different, to pretend he has some choice in what he eats, if he doesn't do it now. Is tempting, as you run away. A jump with few steps would be enough to catch up with you, or not even that, a swing of his swords with a breath would be enough to kill you as you run, slicing your body as you move. Kokushibou stays still for some seconds, heart beating fast as he contemplates, grip tight on his sword, takes a deep breath... and turns around to never see you again as long as he can do something about it. For the better for both of you.

Bonus:

Douma's hunger is being now placated by your flesh, wet sounds of the blood and tissues splashing as he rips the pieces, instead of just biting them off your dead body. He doesn't remember the taste of sticky rice in a human tongue, but if he had to describe the new taste in comparison with "not sticky rice". He can't seem to explain, the amounts of greese, iron and other tastes are just different. But he likes it. It's new, and that makes it exciting, addictive even. Part of him regrets killing you so soon, an unrealistic part of him wishes this taste could have been prolonged somehow, but not finishing to eat you now would only be a waste.

The sound of the fangs penetrating your skin, and he wonders, do all foreigners taste like this, or just you. He really, really, really wants to find out. What would it take to have him to agree to invade some neighbor country, he wonders. His heart gets giddy at the thought. More food om the way! He definetely has to try to ask. With that in mind, he finishes to eat, and the next time there is a meeting between the Kizuki, he will ask permission to start a movement to have more foreign meat. He drools at the idea, it's impossible he will be said not to.

[Spoiler: Muzan did say no. Douma is disappointed.]

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #gyokko #hantengu #daki #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou

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Cursed

The last thing Lan Jingyi remembers is pushing Sizhui out of the monster's way - and a wave of blinding, searing pain immediately after. He can still feel the echo of it pounding weakly inside his skull, but it's nothing he can't handle. He's had worse headaches when he was hungover.

Anyway, he's awake and conscious at least - but he's becoming painfully aware of the fact that he's alone in the middle of the forest, with only the night and the few fireflies flitting about as company. Has everyone left already? Did they finish the night hunt without him... and just... left him there?

He feels a pang of hurt at that - he risked his life to save his best friend and then said friend and his seniors simply forgot about him? Alas, he'll have a word with them when he gets back at the inn. They had better not left there already too!

---

"Oh, sorry, young man, but the cultivators that stayed here for the past three days have left already!" the old innkeeper said, with an apologetic look. "Were you with them? I don't think I remember you..." Jingyi's face fell at that, he's just helped the lady carry some very heavy boxes yesterday and scared away some thieves, "...but then again I'm also really old..."

Jingyi forced a smile. "That's okay. Could you please get me a room anyway? I'm really tired, it's been a long night. I'll just catch up to everyone later."

"Of course! Go upstairs and pick your favorite, I'll have some food and drinks delivered to you!"

"Thanks but... I don't have that much money on me right now..."

"Hush now, I'm not just going to let a growing boy starve just for some coins, right? I'll scam some noble out of his cash to make up for the expenses later. Go now, you need to rest!"

---

Jingyi bites into his chicken, and though the meat is tender and flavorful, he finds no pleasure eating it. He feels... confused? Abandoned? Worthless?

He feels expendable.

Why would everyone leave him behind like that? He's really not done anything wrong this time, and even if he broke a rule or two, everyone seemed to find his jokes and comments funny, and it's not like he caused anyone any trouble... he hasn't been in anyone's way either...

Hanguang-Jun never leaves people behind. Much less if they're hurt. Senior Wei is the same, always quick to help others... why not him? Sure, he's strong and independent and capable, but he could have still been gravely injured, or even dead. Did neither of the people he looks up to the most cared to even check if he was still alive?

And Sizhui... they're friends, right? They've always been close, like brothers, they grew up together, been through so much - and yet...

It wasn't like something happened to them either. The old lady said they all left together and seemed fine - so they must have done it deliberately. They meant to leave Jingyi behind. They didn't care. None of them, not one bit.

Jingyi feels his chicken taste saltier than before... maybe it's just his tears.

---

He leaves the inn a few hours later, but can't find it in himself to smile at the old lady on the way out. He's paid her all he had and left her the few trinkets he bought in town the day before as thanks - she could at least hand them over to her grandkids if she didn't like them.

Jingyi always looks forward to returning home from night hunts, seeing all the other juniors and raving about how cool it had all been - but now, Jingyi is in no hurry to arrive to the Cloud Recesses. He feels like he's been kicked in the gut, his emotions so overwhelmingly negative that he worries he might even throw up from them and lose all the food he's managed to eat. He has no money left anymore, and he'll go hungry if he can't get himself together...

He keeps wondering what caused all this. He's been turning every interaction he's had with everyone for the past several days, months, years all around his head - and he can't find anything out of place. Is he that dumb that he didn't pick up on some social cue that told him everyone actually hated him?

But that can't be right - if they hated him, Jingyi would know. They were just indifferent to him, couldn't be bothered to care if he was alive or dead. That somehow hurts more than hatred.

No matter what, he has to know. Why have they all been pretending to tolerate him all this time then? As courtesy?

Jingyi grips his sword hilt tightly. His sadness and betrayal turn to anger, and he draws his blade out, slicing off the thick branches of the trees lining up the forest path. They fall loudly, the wood moaning under the weight.

Some lumberjack is going to have the best day of their life when they visit the forest today.

---

By the time the Cloud Recesses come into view, Jingyi feels a placid form of disgust towards his life and everyone in it. If neither of the people around him give any flying fucks about him, perhaps he is not deserving of it - or of them for that matter.

Why should anyone deserve to be treated as an accessory that's easily dropped at the earliest convenience? Jingyi might not be the brightest or the strongest, but he's not going to allow anyone to treat him like this.

Perhaps he has been wrong idolizing Hanguang-Jun all this time, or defending Senior Wei every time he heard people speaking ill of him. Perhaps those rumors that Jingyi has been so quick to dismiss had some truth to them.

And about Sizhui - well, he can find himself a new best friend, one that he won't leave to die in some random forest after he took a possibly fatal hit in his place. Good luck with that.

He doesn't expect to be greeted or acknowledged by anyone when he enters through the ornate gate of the Cloud Recesses - and he isn't. Nobody cares to look his way - and he swallows back his tears and does the same. Screw them all.

He doesn't expect Sizhui to say anything when he walks in their shared room either - and he doesn't.

But Jingyi does.

"Thanks for fucking checking on me after I took the fall for you."

"I didn't ask you to." Sizhui responds, not taking his eyes off the book he's reading. "You're always like this, reckless just to show off to everyone later."

Jingyi feels himself grow angry, "Sorry for not wanting you to fucking die, I guess."

"Swearing is forbidden. If you do it again, I'll have you punished."

"Like I give a fuck."

---

Hanguang-Jun supervises his punishment, and though Jingyi would have felt embarrassed in other circumstances, he feels a mild sort of annoyance at being around this man that he used to consider his hero.

He writes the rules as always, from his memory. He knows them by heart because, he bitterly remembers, he learned them with Sizhui, and Hanguang-Jun taught them memorization techniques to make it easier.

"Why...?" he finds himself gritting through his teeth. "Why...?!"

Hanguang-Jun lifts his eyes from his work for a few seconds, the same indifference in his gaze as if he looked at some insect passing by his desk. He says nothing, but Jingyi know he won't.

He's not worth the effort.

---

Senior Wei teaches them talisman theory. Jingyi loves this class - used to love it. Everyone does, Senior Wei is a great teacher, he's fun and he shows them all sorts of neat tricks.

Jingyi can't be bothered to pay any attention. He draws his talismans on instinct, the movements ingrained in his mind already - he's been hyperfixated on this for months, he's read all of Senior Wei's notes and even asked for extras. Everyone else is far behind him, even Sizhui.

That knowledge both satisfies and upsets Jingyi.

He's the best student in this class, it's effortless. Senior Wei always uses his work as an example, and they often hold demonstrations together.

None of that happens anymore. Senior Wei doesn't even look his way, not even as everybody gets their characters wrong and Jingyi is the only one whose talisman burns correctly.

When class is over, Jingyi all but runs out the door.

---

He leans against one of the large trees overlooking the bunny field and breathes in and out shakily, tears sliding down his face silently. He's never felt like this before, it's unbearably painful. It's his worst fear come to life, being abandoned, forgotten, a nuisance everyone wants to get rid of.

Not even the bunnies come to greet him, busy playing in the tall grass.

He has nobody to turn to, all the people he thought his friends look at him like he's a particularly bothersome stain on their pristine clothing. Jingyi is long past trying to figure out why.

He curls in on himself and tries to sleep. He'll get punished for it, for slacking off, for sleeping outside, for missing his training, for being alive.

He hugs himself and closes his eyes. Maybe he should have died during that night hunt, it would have hurt less.

---

Jingyi wakes up to the sound of a guqin and flute duet, so beautiful that he wonders if he is being played the music of heavens. Has he died? Has everyone left him to die of exposure in the bunny field? It must have been bothersome getting rid of his body...

But slowly, ever so slowly, the music floats Jingyi back into his body, into his consciousness, and his eyes open, gradually, to a world of decorated ceilings and sandalwood incense.

"Jingyi!" Sizhui shouts, excited and relieved, dropping all decorum to hug his friend over the edge of the bed. Jingyi moves his pupils to his... classmate, equal parts surprised and disgusted.

"Why are you like this?" he asks, cold and disinterested. "Since when do you care?"

Sizhui blinks away unshed tears, a shocked, scared expression on his face. "What do you mean? I've always - I've been here by your bedside all this time! You've been - after you got hit in my place you passed out and -"

"And you left me to die." Jingyi adds, his tone sharp.

"What?! No! Hanguang-Jun carried you all the way to the inn and we've been trying to find a way to break the curse the beast imprinted on you for over a week! We rushed to the Cloud Recesses the moment we realized we couldn't wake you up and Zewu-Jun has been helping us scour the forbidden section of the library for a cure!"

Jingyi listens, but doesn't know whether to believe it or not. Haven't these people... all this time, haven't they treated him like...

"They even - They wrote a new song for you, something to break the curse, like cleansing but much more difficult. Only Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei can play it, because they need Zewu-Jun to play Cleansing for them after, that's how strong it is!"

What kind of song could that even be...? Why would they risk their lives and their health for...

"They just finished today's session and I've been waiting here to see if you wake up this time. And you did!"

Jingyi blinks a few times, looks around the room, looks at the way Sizhui is almost crying and at how tight he's holding onto Jingyi's hand.

"What... what kind of curse did I get hit with...?"

"One that makes you live your worst fears over and over until you take your life during the illusion... which leads to a powerful qi deviation that... kills you for real..."

"So... everything I just lived through was... not real?"

"No, not at all! We've been so worried whatever you were experiencing would make you break that-"

Sizhui's breath is knocked out of him the moment Jingyi pulls him in an impossibly tight hug. He can't stop his tears from flowing, but this time they're happy, grateful tears that he sheds right into Sizhui's robe.

"It was terrible! All of you, and Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei acted like I was worthless and an inconvenience and left me and nobody even looked at me, not even the bunnies and-"

The door slides open to reveal Hanguang-Jun and Senior Wei, both visibly worried. "Has Jingyi-"

But their eyes fall on the two hugging friends and immediately rush to check on him. Hanguang-Jun gently takes his wrist to check his meridians, and Senior Wei looks him over carefully before reaching behind Jingyi's head and pulling two needles out of his skin.

"Welcome back among the living!" Senior Wei greets, playful as usual, but his relief is palpable in the soft gaze he sends Jingyi. "How are you feeling?"

"Good." Jingyi smiles, real and bright, "Happy."

"Your qi is balanced, your core filtered out the curse completely." Hanguang-Jun announces, a rare smile on his lips. "I am glad you're alright."

And then Jingyi finds himself embraced by the two, and it's his turn to have his breath knocked out of him.

"Don't ever do this to us again, you little rascal!" Senior Wei chides. "I barely slept at all this past week worrying over my little honorary son!"

"Honorary...son?"

"We consider you part of the family." Hanguang-Jun completes. "If you are alright with that."

A joyful laugh escapes Jingyi, and it's so infectiously happy that everyone joins in.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts #ljy #wangxian #lsz #ive been writing this in the train since like 7 am #ill probably write more today since im on the go for 16h #anyways hope you like it!!

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