#an-aspiring-jester

[peikonlainen]

15 questions + 15 friends

Thanks for tagging me @an-aspiring-jester ! It was relaxing to draw the answers 🎃

I thought these would have been 15 questions about friends and/or friendships. Maybe that was too friendship is magic of me to assume 🦄

Tagging: @hapatus @wayfarersblog @elle-eedee @gayluckyluke @hermoheikko @kawamaru @zennyzach @ash-pirate25 @sofiasfanartcollection @vampirezogar @mewnikitty @sofiaspeaksart @berrys-hub-blog @akannuoli @pupusukka

+ anyone who wants to answer these questions 🌟

[old-man-hell]

most rotten, teeniest, tweeniest guy this side of the cell block.

[the-sunshine-dims]

going through social interactions with social anxiety be like: A little jester wouldn't be afraid, a little jester would just jingle in the court, a little jester would be so brave

[clownery-blog]

Second draft for a jester oc I had in mind based on the jesters from Alice through the looking glass 1987 and 1966

Never done an Alice oc before, this is so silly

I wanted to write up some character information but I forgot most of it when I tried to start💀💀

Attlg87 and attlg66 are just short for Alice through the looking glass 1987 and Alice through the looking glass 1966 I didn't want them to take up so much room

[sassyshits]

tell us a joke, funny optional

hmmmm... Knock knock,

(Who's there?)

Purple,

(Purple who?)

This ask ended up a very purplexing surprise :D

[aouiaa]

INTRODUCING

barista!abby x trainee!reader

warnings and disclaimers included the following

## content of sexual wlw content [mdni 18+], a slight cameo of ellie williams and joel miller, a classic frenemies with ellie pie and abby bear, a mention of parental death, a mention of male genitalia, smut with somewhat plot, softdom!abby, sorta loser!abby (cutie pie), sub!reader, public sex (break room of coffee shop), usage of petnames (pretty girl), praising, orgasm denial (once), fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, face sitting, cum eating, aftercare (fucking finally i write some), strong language.

barista!abby who’s also a student in business dreams of opening her own coffee shop in aspiration of honoring her father and love for books.

barista!abby who argues that she’s killing two birds with one stone since she’s building skill and working for her degree.

barista!abby whose such a SHOW OFF in front of girls she finds attractive, it so feeds into her ego when it works, and the girls are all ogling over her mastery at coffee art. yeah, it’s totally not the arms that are doing it for them.

barista!abby who hates that little red or whatever color haired fuck, ellie. the two have curated non-verbally a competition on basically whose dick is bigger. who makes the best batch, who makes this, who makes that. it’s never ending with these two.

barista!abby who’s convinced ellie in another lifetime was a king’s jester with her profound tricks that amused no one, but herself. the tricks themselves could threatened the woman’s head off alone, finding herself in a fetal position, in a pit of her own laughter. when abby eagerly sits on a unsuspecting “prize” during lunch, only to hear what can be described as a gust of wind. her flushed countenance instantly transformed into anger when the palm of her hand held a whoopee cushion.

barista!abby who went so warm when she saw you talking to the manager after ellie confirmed you were a new employee that if you stuck a thermometer under her tongue in that moment, it’d earn a hospital visit. and with ellie on sidelines teasing her for the state she’s in wasnt helping, unnecessarily quoting if she’s under weather, then rain on your home.

barista!abby who at the end of your shift on your first day surprised you with a free pastry as a warm, warm welcome. a small gesture, unfortunately, came with the price of a dispute with her boss, and money taken out of her week’s pay. amidst said scolding, a surprising opportunity came up. a good one at that, to train you at the expense of ellie’s days off of work to visit in her father, joel in their hometown, wyoming. despite the fact that she hardly listened after the inviting words of you, buzzed her mind with endless possibilities. it had her practically salivating at the numerous scenarios swirling around in her head.

barista!abby who’s a few weeks into training you, was losing her MIND over the taunting questions of you flirting or not. the causal strokes of your fingertips against her biceps alone were making the job harder. she had to get to the bottom of this, and like a detective corner you and have you plead for mercy.

barista!abby who, with an ironic twist, was usually consumed with thoughts, now found her mind solely preoccupied with you. her gaze fixed on the firm grip you maintained on the wooden handle, watching how your movements harmonized with its every swing as you rigorously mopped the floor. the purpose once held by the rag now seemed inconsequential as she leaned against the counter, arms folded, absentmindedly chewing on her lip. she imagined those hands of yours grasping onto her with the same unwavering hold they wielded when she stretched you out.

"take a picture, it'll last longer." you quipped, confidence resonating in your tone, and looking over your shoulder to show off the smirk that truly sells it. you knew she had been watching the entire time, and now had the satisfaction of catching in her act. she scoffed lightly, attempting to cover up her evident embarrassment, clearly trying to play it off.

“my phone’s in the locker, care to help?” she taunts.

barista!abby who watches you, utterly mesmerized by your frenzied movements against her fingers, pinned against the locker, using your hands as support to hold yourself up. the sounds you emitted resembled a blender running at full speed, loud enough to reach the nation if anyone had been nearby. thank god, it was just the two of you for the closing shift, dissipating the risk of scaring any customers away.

her ring and middle finger slid diligently in and out of you, while her right hand teased your hardened nipple between her pointer and thumb. her chin rests on your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses on the bruises that dotted your neck. the gorgeous blues remained fixed on your mouth, agape to let her hear the sweet sounds of your pleasure. the corners of her lips curl into a satisfied smirk as she watched you tremble at the touch of her curling fingers on your g-spot.

abby's precise movements brought you closer and closer to the brink, the sensation was almost too much to bear. but just as you were about to succumb to the pleasure, her fingers slipped from your grasp. confused and frustrated, you’re flipped onto your back against the metal, meeting the gaze of the master puppeteer.

"you think i’m was gonna let you come and not see this gorgeous face?" she teased, admiring your disheveled state.

you frowned in protest, "i was just about to cum, asshole."

"careful, or you won't at all." she warned, taking your hand and leading you to a bench nearby. "sit on my face, pretty girl. no holding back." she commanded, her eyes filled with anticipation.

this time, with no complaints, you willingly complied with this new plan. abby's capable hands gripped the plush of your thighs, guiding you down onto her waiting mouth. the moment her tongue made contact, a moan tore itself from your larynx as a newfound sensation washes over you. your hand streams through her mane, tugging at the strands as she laps through your petal soft lips.

your hip, limited to their range of motion, rut back and forth against her prominent features, your body orchestrating itself towards it’s imminent. it wasn't long before the tension building in your abdomen snapped, sending you through the throes of your orgasm. your release painting the lower half of her face.

talk about a clean up in aisle seven!

barista!abby who makes sure you’re beyond comfortable, delicate caresses and praises when taking care of you. she, even going the extra mile, makes you hot coco, watching the liquid slosh within the mug, as she approaches you with a soft “there you go.” in response, you flash a smile and gratitude. she stood there, hands on her hips, observing you savor the drink. a grin tugging at her lips as she took in the sight of her oversized jacket draped over your shoulders.

intrigued by her smile, you raise an eyebrow and playfully inquire, "hey, what’s got you smiling over there?"

she chuckles softly, a light hue of pink painting her cheeks as her gaze momentarily wavers. looking everywhere but you, she brushes it off with a scoff, scratching her cheek. “nothing, just…” there's a brief sight of contemplation before she inevitably hesitates, shaking her head with a sigh. "nothing, forget it.” she dismisses.

you let out a hearty laugh, setting your mug aside. leaning forward playfully, you tease gently. "are you really going shy on me? like werent you just eating me out a second ago.“ a smirk adorning your features as you tilt your head.

her smile grows nervous, scratching the back of her neck as her blush deepens. mumbling a curse under her breath, she gathers the courage to ask, "i was just wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me?"

i’ll let you be the judge of that. part two?

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[yeahspider]

diamond boy ❄️

Spider’s note - i’m wine drunk and bang chan is on my mind heavy so here we go . sfw no warnings . sparingly proofread . (also two posts in one week am i in my active era ?) n e ways . enjoy this lil thing okay ? okay . <3

slurping another spoonful of applesauce in your mouth you watch the man in front of you. Bang Chan was in his own world head phones snugged tight around his ears as he bopped his head to whatever he was listening to.

All you wanted to do was kiss his lips as they mouthed the words to the song he was singing. Wanting to kiss the hum in his throat.

But you couldn’t do that, not without complicating things. Making things hard and stiff. like you always manage to do. Because you guys are just friends. Friends who’ve fucked, but never friends who loved.

He was too busy, always on the road. His career took precedence. Not that you could hate him for that. You could never hate him. You were forever content to be by his side. Even if that meant being more on the sideline. Maybe in another life, you would be at the forefront.

He has complete and total control over you. Your decisions are dictated by his thoughts. How he’s feeling affects how you’ll feel. His future predicts yours. You could never separate yourself from his light. Delighted for whatever morsel he tossed your way. No one’s a fool when both are jesters.

But can you really complain about anything? He cares for you. He loves on you. Dotes on you . he gives you everything but a label. Because that’s nonnegotiable. Does that make you ungrateful? Greedy? Conceited? According to your mother, it made you stupid.

All you wanted was him . he was your life aspiration. But you weren’t his. He had his long before he met yours. So if anything you should blame yourself for falling too hard. That’s not his fault. Just a burden for you to carry on your own.

A tap on your forehead took you out of your thoughts

"Everything alright over here ?” Bang Chan said with a concerned smile on his face. How could he say he did love you when he was looking at you with so much care right now. You knew in his heart he was just yours. Even if he would never say that. With a nod and a hum he let your chin go. You just hoped he wouldn’t let you go.

[nonbinarypirat]

Okay okay, SO let’s talk about the latest chapter of Iruma kun because the lore is JUICY. Spoilers for chapter 358. This also leaves me with even more questions while answering some I had before. So I actually had a post planned where I was going to ask why Delkira received a special and sublime classroom to begin with. I wondered if maybe he was a previous demon king’s son and maybe that was why he was already revered. But NOPE it seems not likely. It’s still possible, I just got the vibe was that he was miraculous in his achievements and power. So it kind of answers that question but we still have no info on his family, the king’s classroom, or how he was able to achieve so much. On the other hand we got some VERY VERY interesting lore on Mephisto-pheles. It also explains why he gave this task to Iruma since he obviously sees the potential for him to surpass Delkira in the future. He wants Iruma to know what it takes to be in power, somewhat as an advisor role like he has been for previous kings. By assisting a king you can understand how to rule. And by building up a country, you can know what it takes to lead a country. I already guessed that since he was already interested in Iruma. But this just adds an extra layer to why he is as fascinated by him as he is. GOD NISHI IS SO GOOD AT WRITING LORE. I ASPIRE to write something with as much depth and intricacies as this manga. She is my inspiration truly 🙏🏽

Like, look at Mephisto’s face here compared to after he met Iruma. Different face but same vibe.

Now, going back to Delkira one, we get to see more of his personality and he’s so much like Iruma!!!!! No wonder everyone and their fucking mom keeps being like, “damn why tf do I see Delkira in him.” Neither strive for power for power’s sake, instead they strive for power because they see it as a step forward in their goal and desires. They both want to find their own path rather than it just being given to them. It really shocked me at first that Delkira turned Mephisto down but it actually makes so much sense why everyone is enamored by him. That is the most undemon like thing he could have done, he had the perfect opportunity to gain all the power in the world in a quick and easy way. Any other demon would have killed for that chance. They are so fucking alike and it makes me want to rage. I love it so much, I love that we are getting to see more of him as time goes on. Him and Iruma even have the same smile! Like come on.

He even has similar jesters to Iruma!!!! This flashback is making me rethink my theories about him and his connection to Iruma. Ughhhh, I’m so fucking happy about this. Also, this nothing to do with anything but look at Delkira’s cunty lil outfit. This sheer shirt? Rolled up uniform jacket he has popped open. These tight pants with a weird belt design? I would be Delkira’s number one supporter is all I’m saying. He’s babygirl just like Iruma. Maybe that’s the requirement to be the next powerful demon king, you have to serve mother fucking CUNT if you want to rule. Anyway, I think there was more I wanted to say but I got distracted with my rant lol. I just love this lore so much, I love how Nishi handles lore drops (especially with characters) and seeing more of Delkira because I am so fascinated with him and must know more.

[mocha-tapioca]

behold. this One tsukasa card

nyx i need ur opinion on that One tsukasa card. yk the one. tell the people what they need to hear does the trend keep going

hi i’m gonna be completely honest idk what tsukasa card we’re talking about….

[peikonlainen]

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[maikingsenseofit]

Announcing Maiko Week 2024!

Daily Maiko announced on Twitter that MAY-Ko week will be from May 1st - May 7th 2024!

Here are the prompts, they look amazing. It will be so great to have our first Maiko week in two years

Please tag your friends, artists, and writers to make this week extremely special!

@bluespiritshonour @an-aspiring-jester @akiizayoi4869 @count-horror-xx @justinedont

@leantailean @privatefire @attackfish @loopy777 @swan2swan @rms10 @valkyrie-kun +MORE

[hotvintagepoll]

FINAL POLL OF ROUND 3

Propaganda

Glynis Johns (Mary Poppins, The Court Jester)—LISTEN, I'd let that woman's voice with all its gravely hoarseness (positive) wash over me all goddamn day, but if that's not enough she managed to play the straight woman to Danny Kaye's jester, all with her cleavage so plunging it might as well have been catapulted into the ocean right after Basil Rathbone

Meena Kumari (Sharada, Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai, Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam)— Meena Kumari was Indian actress and poet, regarded as the "Tragedy Queen of Bollywood" due to her legendary performances in emotionally charged roles. Using words from her biographer: "She had many dimensions — she read poetry, had many literary friends, [and] aspired to the higher life." Meena had an incredibly difficult life, and translated this pain into her volatile acting performances. She is an artist beloved and revered by her fans.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Glynis Johns:

She walks the line between sexy and cute. Her best role for me is in "The Court Jester as Maid Jean. She's fantastic as the soft but tough captain of the outlaw band and she looks stunning in every gown she wears throughout the film. And of course we can't forget her iconic turn as the suffragette mother, Mrs. Banks, in Mary Poppins! Also shoutout to her distinctive and beautiful voice, kind of smoky and husky. Extremely hot and set her apart from many of her peers."

"She was amazing in Mary Poppins (the Suffragette song is severely underrated) and apparently she was Welsh? National pride! And she advocated for arts funding in Wales, which is very cool. Also, she died recently (RIP) making her one of the last survivors of the Golden Age of Hollywood, according to Wikipedia. Also also, she just has a cheeky energy I like? And her eyes are beautiful!"

"She had this wonderful wit and charm to her no matter the role and the most distinctive, striking voice!"

"I mean, incredibly beautiful and talented, can do drama can do comedy. And she was a mermaid."

"Like Bette Davis she has eyes to die for. Unlike Bette Davis you felt comforted by them, even when she was batting her eyelashes at you. Would glady go to Downing Street with her and throw things at the Prime minister"

"Listen, listen. I was raised on Mary Poppins and "Votes for women! (step in time)" single-handedly taught me how to be a feminist. Also The Court Jester is one of my favourite movies of all time and she is UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous, charismatic, funny, and clever in it. She knocks several men out. Absolute icon."

"I love Glynis Johns. Most of the reason is The Court Jester where she's a sensible and capable foil to whatever what going on with Danny Kaye at the time. She was also the first star I based an OC on. An OC that I still have to this day! Anyway here have some YouTube links love u bye"

Mermaid clip:

Court Jester (sharing a bed trope):

Court Jester (seducing the king):

"VOTES FOR WOMEN! Well, votes for this woman. Please."

Meena Kumari:

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[cutelittleexo]

*gasp* I've been tagged by @amarynthian-chronicles

4 people I'd like to know better

Last song: High School - nelward

Favourite color: Too many, but Sky Blue is always my main go to.

Last book: I've had readers block for so many years now, fanfiction is helping me get over it, so hopefully I'll be able to start reading WoF Book 6 soon and begin catching up.

Last show/movie: Transformers One.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: All three.

Last Thing I Googled: Hero Forge

Current obsession: yeah it's the DCA, and in turn, is making me want to make a Jester themed sona.

Looking Forward To: also writing, but also doing more voiceovers!

Hmm, 4 people to tag...who to tag...mutuals.

@hey-zozo @vegathelich

@edens-garden @atrisreew

4 people l'd like to know better

Tagged by @virtualtear00

Last song: Punish — Ethel Cain

Favourite color: contrast of muddy greyish green and bright red

Last book: Gay Berlin: Birthplace of a Modern Identity — Robert Beachy (still reading)

Last show: rewatching IWTV with my boyfriend :-)

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: a mix of savoury and sweet

Last Thing I Googled: my workplace e-mails 🙂‍↕️

Current Obsession: IWTV, devil’s minion in particular

Looking Forward To: finishing my crochet fingerless gloves and moving in with my boyfriend

Tagging: @theworldsforgottenboy and @alexeven-art (i know we are already friends but i wanna know what songs you like etc :3) @snequanimity @finnonefox

[sssarrrra]

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠

Fyodor can still feel things, no matter how much he tries to hide it. We know where he channels his negative emotions (to sinners). But where do the positive ones go? Well, he dedicates them to God.

God is a time capsule for all the positive feelings that are still left inside Fyodor. They're too vulnerable, too tender, too childish to share them with humans. People will only trample over them and leave him empty.

But Dostoevsky still can't part with his sentiments. They give his heart a little jolt so it can keep living a little longer. So where can he direct them?

God is left as his only safe space for that.

Fyodor treats the concept of God like a coffer, where he can store his dreams from the earlier days. All of his hopes, aspirations, fantasies are better be locked inside the God's chest. Since God is the only one occupying Fyodor's brain, he'll keep them safe.

Devine being became a target for Fyodor's affection because He can't reject or hurt Dostoevsky in any meaningful way. It's left up to Fyodor's mind to imagine God as he likes. And so he does it.

God becomes not only a symbol to thrive for, but also a companion that helps him to cope with the loneliness.

God accepts all the Fyodor's needs humanity haven't fulfilled. His agonizing idealism, his need for deep understanding of his soul and a connection that makes him feel at home.

Surely, during the centuries of Fyodor's life, he came close to forming a bond with people at least a few times. But the process of separation was so painful, Dostoy decided it wasn't worth it anyway.

His failure to organically morn the end of his relations led to his fatal inability to reattach once again. Fyodor mistrusts new people in his life: he compartmentalizes them, puts on labels, and tries to keep every interaction under control.

The only one who can relate to this mindset is Bram, but even he is able to break away from it because of Aya. Stoker risks taking interest in the girl and then sacrifices his life for her. Now Bram's time is no longer frozen in place, he's moving forward, his character progresses.

But Fyodor is too overwhelmed with his feelings and memories that have never healed. He probably thinks that even a small bit of a emotional pain will break him entirely. So even if someone comes to Dostoevsky, waving a friendship flag in the air, Fyodor will shut down to keep them away.

This is what happened with Gogol. Nikolai wanted to be friends with Fyodor. But Dostoy never showed him any of his deeper emotions. By hiding all personal information, Dos-kun maintained a distance between himself and a jester. So the later couldn't reach out to and comfort Fyodor even if he wanted.

Of course, there is always a chance that Gogol would use Dostoevsky's feelings against him. And Fyodor also probably thought about that, so he cut off that option entirely. Sadly, we'd never see where their connection could lead, if Dostoevsky chose to share with Nikolai his everything. Maybe, it would lead to an even bigger disaster, but perhaps they would be able to find some solace in each other.

Now Fyodor is too hurt to open up his soul. All the scars on it had fused into an armor, protecting him from caring about others. Dostoevsky's soul became a shell, impenetrable from the outside. He made sure it would never change. His fortress. His prison. His mind.

Trapped inside of it, Dostoevsky still craved for someone to be there for him. Fyodor wanted a friend with whom he could converse without lying. He wanted a family. Maybe, he even wanted a lover.

Therefore, God was cast in all the roles that had been left vacant in Fyodor's life. And of course, Devine Being could fulfill them better than anyone. At least, from the Dostoy's perspective, his life was easier this way.

In Fyodor's story, God is a star of every relationship he still has.

God is almost like a friend, but he won't argue back or abandon him in pain. He won't make Fyodor feel inadequate by disagreeing with his perspective.

God is like a family, but he loves Fyodor unconditionally or at least His “conditions” are kinder than human ones. They're much more bearable than the rules Dostoevsky had to abide by when he was a child.

God is like a lover, but his love isn't physically “sinful” (whatever sexuality Fyodor has, it's very morphed and repressed). Devine being won't be put off by Fyodor's appearance and won't leave once He sees who Fyodor truly is.

God is like a teacher, but he doesn't have a hidden agenda and actually wants Fyodor to be better. God knows indefinitely more than Fyodor, so He can always share something new from His well of knowledge.

And of course, God will never change, die or choose someone else. He is always there.

It feels safe for Fyodor to love and admire someone who is so perfect.

And well, God can't disappoint.

[myswans0ng]

the song of forgotten flames

✢ sylus x idol!mc / fem!reader

synopsis: MC is an aspiring and rising idol who got placed in the crosshairs of powerful enemies who are after her. Sylus, the leader of Onychinus now tangled in the same web, his life at your fingertips once again.

contents/warning: romance, mild angst, slow burn, fluff, idol life, descriptions of violence/mature themes, heavily suggestive, alternate universe/timeline, idol!mc, fem!reader

ch. synopsis: pt. 2 of how you and Sylus met... (part 1: here)

status: ongoing

w/c: 1.1k

also on ao3: here

index: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

4 - The Price of a Song (Part Two)

Somewhere in the N109 Zone…

The sleek black car’s engine hummed steadily as Sylus drove. His grip on the steering wheel was firm, his expression unreadable. You sat beside him, your arms crossed tightly as if you were hugging yourself to soothe your anxious heart. Still reeling from the chaos of the auction and your life before you shifting to something darker and more sinister. The silence between you and the man who had bought you was thick and uncomfortable.

You stared out the window, unsure what you were seeing but a dim road and a fog so thick you can’t see anything else but the headlights. Could Sylus see anything out there? You wondered.

Your mind was racing, everything happened so quickly— the performance, the bidding, the trap, and now, here you were. Seated next to the man who had purchased you for 500 million. That is what your life is worth to these people. What does he want with you now? What is he planning to do with you? Were you now doomed to serve him like his personal jester? To entertain him whenever he’s bored? For him to use your Evol till your lungs give out?

Finally, unable to hold back your frustration and your deepening curiosity, you turn to face him, mustering whatever courage you had left in you. “What are you going to do to me?” You asked as you watched his profile.

He didn’t answer, his eyes focused on the road ahead. You thought he didn’t hear you but then he spoke, his voice low.

“What were you doing in the N109 zone?” He asked, his tone blank as though it was a simple question.

You blinked, taken aback by the shift in the atmosphere. What were you doing in the N109 Zone? What would be a good answer that didn’t make you sound like a naïve girl who stupidly thought this was her chance to make it big but not expecting to be caught up in all of this despite the obvious warning signs? You suddenly remember the song, the crowd and it made your skin crawl.

“I- I was doing my job,” You answered, your emotions threatening to rise again but you do

your best to hold yourself back from crying once more. “I j-just needed the money… Bills to pay, you know?”

Sylus didn’t respond right away. The silence that followed left a pressing feeling. You look at him again, staring, analyzing his features and his movements. You were trying to figure him out and his intentions, his motives but your thoughts had nothing good to say. You might as well consider yourself dead.

This made you… angry.

“Do you people ever stop and think about what you’re doing? Or are we all just expendable to you? You’re going to hell, you know!” You said bitterly. Words coming out of you like a broken faucet.

Sylus lets out an amused laugh, his gaze looking briefly to you. “What makes you think we’re not already there sweetheart?” The glint in one of his eyes shined brighter as he said those words.

Your chest tightened. The look on his face left an eerie feeling like you were being pulled into his trap and it made your blood boil. You hear your own voice.

Devour him. You heard your voice inside your head say, almost pulsating.

“Well I’m not gonna go down easy! Even if I have to kill you myself—” Your fist aiming to hit him.

Sylus snickered, his reflexes quickly grabbing your hand then gripped it harshly, pulling you face to face towards him. “Is this how you thank someone who just saved you?” His words trailed off, he leaned closer to you. His face, mere inches away from you. His eyes cutting through you. “You really haven’t changed, have you?”

Your brows furrowed, something about the way he said those words felt all too knowing. Your mind raced, your thoughts scrambling. He pushes your hand back, making you fall back into the seat. Your head begins to ache as the voice inside continues to occupy every inch of your brain. It was almost nauseating.

“What do you mean by that?” You hissed, but your voice came out weaker than you had expected.

Devour him! He's yours!

Before you could say or do anything more, the car came to a halt. The tires screeched slightly against the pavement. You blinked, confused.

Looking out the window, you see the familiar gates of your apartment building. You weren’t sure how long you were in the car, but you hadn’t expected to stop here. In fact, this was the last place you thought you'd be.

“Get out.” Sylus didn’t glance your way. He looked straight ahead, his face emotionless as ever.

“What?” You pondered.

Out of the blue, you saw a flash of red and black streaks of light pushing past you and it opened the passenger door. The blood red streak wrapped around your body and pulled you out of the car, bringing you to your feet. Sylus still in the car.

Was that his Evol?

“Never go back to the N109 zone again. Consider this your first and last warning.” He said in a firm and dismissive, yet also threatening tone.

Your mouth went dry, unsure what to say. You didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved. The voice in your head is completely vanishing. But before you could even argue, the car door closed and Sylus had quickly driven away. The sound of the car engine roaring, a small gust of wind hitting you slightly as it sped off the driveway.

You stood there out on the curb of the street you knew so well. The cold night air brushing against your skin. Your head filled with a thousand thoughts, but none of them seemed to make sense as to what just happened.

“You haven’t changed, have you?”

What did he mean by that? You wondered. It wasn’t the first cryptic thing he said tonight but it’s the one that stuck like a splinter you couldn’t pull out.

The more you tried to dissect his words, the more it just left you in the dark. Your mind spinning in circles. Then there was this other voice.

Devour him.

You couldn’t tell where that came from, or what exactly triggered that. Hearing your own voice in your head wasn’t anything new but it sounded like someone else entirely.

You enter the gates of your home but it did little to comfort you. The night had left you with a lingering feeling that someone might be out to get you again.

For now, there were no answers. But one thing’s for certain, Sylus knew more than he was letting on. Now you have a choice whether to unravel that mystery yourself or leave this behind.

a/n: the reason i didn't use his motorcycle in this scenario is 'cuz i think it would be difficult to have their conversation on it lol mc woulda' jumped off

index: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

also on ao3: here

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