#and what better way than to weaponize the Brainrot

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some wallies :]c

[crowcryptid]

damn they got a glassing beam in this

[yuomizuu]

♡ | open arms ── kinich x reader !

synopsis: a bit of kindness can go a long way. at least, that was what the elders in kinich’s clans would often say. though in a land where war with the abyss is at a constant, he finds it difficult to truly believe such a notion. perhaps meeting you simply had the sole purpose of erasing those doubts that shrouded his mind.

additional: w.c 899 ⸝⸝⸝ content includes . . .gn reader, implied friends to lovers, character study www

( 💌 ) yuomi’s note: slowly but surely reverting back to my musical kid phase ty mr. jorge for creating epic and what better way to commend that than doing some kinich brainrot ^w^

natlan — a nation of eternal oaths and converging fires. where the sacred flame burns brighter with each chant of the epic hymn that echoes from land to sea, bringing back valiant warriors, now deemed heroes, anew.

yet beyond those blazing flames of ardent also lies a resplendent nation full of color and life. made up of magnificent gorges and valleys that stretch as far as the eye can see, vibrant fields where the saurians roam free, and rejuvenating springs that ease the weary, you'll find a unique beauty reflected within it all.

for most of his life, kinich had often found it difficult to view his homeland through the lens of the latter. since a young age, misfortune has always seemed to follow him wherever he goes, like a relentless beast chasing down its prey that's slowly becoming more and more exhausted. where no matter how far he soars, the shackles of a brutal reality always drag him back down. eventually, such experiences would sometimes render the lone saurian hunter an austere individual, whether intended or not. in his eyes, the world was but a tapestry of unbridled battles.

it was only after meeting you that, slowly but surely, kinich would gradually learn to appreciate the more charming aspects of life and even gain a sense of tenderness towards it. however, that still doesn't cause him to lower his guard completely.

"kinich, you're doing it again," you mused, the lush grass below softening your footsteps as you and your companion tread through the forest. the occasional murmur of wild animals hidden within the trees or nestled away in burrows echoes throughout.

hearing this, the male ahead of you briefly stops in his tracks to glance back at you with a puzzled look. "doing.. what exactly?"

stopping beside him, you motion at the weapon held in his hand. "gripping onto your sword so tightly that the tips of your knuckles are turning white. i swear… it's like you're expecting us to get ambushed out here any minute."

in response to your sigh though, he simply shrugs. "perhaps we will be."

"kinich, we barely took on this commission not that long ago, and we aren't even at our intended destination yet. i doubt we'll find ourselves walking into trouble so soon."

"better to be prepared for catastrophe before it strikes when you least expect it."

an air of laughter escapes from you then. "catastrophe," you repeat to yourself, head shaking in slight amusement. "we aren't exactly tackling the abyss here you know."

"no, but if we were, your lack of attentiveness would surely lead us to such." in between his pause, you catch sight of the subtle curl of his lips. "not even ajaw would be so heedless, and that certainly says something."

"you little…!"

balling your hand up into a fist, you immediately go to throw a punch on his arm that ultimately does not land when the now chuckling male catches it effortlessly. not that such a punch would've hurt him in the first place, but kinich is all for finding the humor in evading your poor attempts at attacking him. plus, you've managed to land a good punch or two on him before, although he blames ajaw for distracting him during those moments.

before you can pull your hand away from his grasp and unwillingly accept defeat this time, kinich intertwines his fingers with yours, holding your hand firmly. without saying another word, he turns to continue walking along with you at his side now.

due to your good-natured sense of self, it's often left kinich to be roped up in more conflicts than he'd usually expect: said conflicts are getting you out of trouble.

but even in the face of danger, you never cease to look for the good in others. while many have considered this trait of yours to be a display of naive foolishness, it felt like a breath of fresh air for kinich. while he was also considered to be different from those of his tribe concerning certain viewpoints and beliefs, you were an oddity that transcended beyond his own novel ideals. if you had not been born and raised in natlan, kinich would've surely mistaken you for being an outlander. even you had once jokingly said that perhaps you were actually a child of the anemo god, barbatos, that the wind had accidentally blown too far from home.

because, unlike the fierce fires that dwelt within the spirit of every warrior in natlan, your flame was akin to that of a candle: a gentle yet comforting light that simply wished to share its warmth with the world around them and kinich would do anything to keep that light of yours burning for evermore.

he'll never admit to you aloud, but he secretly thanks the anemo archon every day for sending him a beautiful soul such as yourself. your presence alone was as calming as a gentle breeze, and his love for you a sweet, sweet melody.

"speaking of ajaw, where is the little rascal anyways?" you ask, breaking the silence as you look around to find the creature that has strangely gone quiet.

"i sent him to scout ahead for a bit. he'll be back soon enough."

a soft smile creeps onto your face. you spare the male one more glance before giving his hand a light squeeze.

"of course you did."

[iceunhie]

amorousness.

summary: lyney loves your reactions. but oftentimes ends up being rendered speechless by you. you're really no good for his heart, you know? (he's down bad.)

notes: lyney x GN!reader. established relationship. inspired by a brainrot by the lovely @marrijaydeboo !! golden retriever x black cat, detective!reader. lyney is a loser in love. seriously. first lyney drabble (?) don't come for me if he's kinda ooc...

"I must say, Detective, I didn't know you were quite enamoured with me. You've been staring at me for quite a while."

Lilac eyes meet yours, playful and with the intent to seek a reaction. Any reaction. Whether it's the normally sheepish and curt deadpan and pointed stare, or the more rare reaction of a flush on your cheeks, the Great Magician Lyney prides himself as the sole captor and witness of such a side to his normally stoic and silent lover, you.

Well, not so much silent, but mostly reserved to a fault. It's no wonder you and Lynette are close. which he absolutely loves

Currently enjoying a leisure date (his words) after he pestered you on going with him (leaving a bunch of Rainbow Roses and Romaritime Flowers at your doorstep, silly little notes with cat patterns with a 'date countdown' on them, and popping up randomly in your office to steal quick kisses and elaborating about you leaving to spend time with him in typical Lyney fashion, complete with a wink and a disappearing act before you could even get mad at him for the disruption) saying that even Detectives and Sleuths like you need to let down their hair a bit.

And what better way to do it than to spend it with your lovely, horribly sappy (your words) and romantic boyfriend? So, after a few works at winning you over with his secret weapon (Lynette came at your door, giving you the most unimpressive stare and smirk, before telling you her brother was at his wits end trying to please you, waxing poetic about how you wound him by your rejections so you better go) here you both were, enjoying a tray of sweets and desserts, all your favorites, it seems, while partaking in casual conversation flirting with Lyney.

"Is there a reason for your gaze? Or perhaps you're just admiring little old me?"

"Naturally, Great Magician. After all, beautiful things should be admired, no?"

Ah. But there was also that. Your unpredictability. Typical [name], always keeping him on his toes. Lyney flushes deeply at your words, caught off-guard, a rare look of sheepishness similar to a thief caught in the act. caught in the act of being horribly smitten with you, maybe A pretty shade of pink adorns his cheeks. Pink is the color of the Rainbow Roses he lavishes you with; the color of his longing for you, and just one of the colors you get the privilege of seeing on him.

You only smile knowingly, as your lips curl to a smirk.

You really…. You really have him wrapped around your finger, huh? Lyney can only sigh and laugh, as his normally flirty and romantic self is just no match for you.

Not that he minds, of course. You're the only one who gets to assert such a sheepish and unimpressive reaction from him, part from Lynette, probably.

"Ah, how your words leave me speechless, my dear [name]! How you keep me in your grasp so firmly… Ah, there's nothing more fulfilling." You only look at him with a withering stare, which leaves the magician in a love-struck gaze, as you just roll your eyes at his quips.

For the Great Magician Lyney, your reactions are a work of wonder and magic itself. Seeing your normally diligent and aloof facade crumble when he teases you keeps him tightly wound around your finger. Really, Lyney is probably the only person who gets such a thrill of seeing your glares or your unamused looks. Well, that can't compare to your flustered face, or your smile, though. Or your kisses, or the way you look at him breathless after…

He flushes even a darker shade of red, if that was even possible, definitely caught up in his thoughts of you.

It's ironic, really. He says you were the enamored one, but he's the one who wishes to keep you to him till the very end, and wishes that every day with you stretches out longer… He could almost sigh. The things one does when in love…

"Any more words and that smile of yours won't be kept up any longer, Lyney." You huff, as you scarf down a Conch Madeline, before turning to ascertain some case papers he notes that have to deal with the recent serial disappearance cases.

Lyney pouts. You both were on a date, not some regular business day. He'd prefer it if your attention were just on him for today, at least. (or maybe everyday, he hopes. maybe for the rest of your lives. really, what you did to him was astonishing)

"Jeez, alright…. I was hoping you'd be less composed and just unwind yourself with me, you know? After all, I am your lover. And I'd personally prefer if you could shift your attention only at me for today…"

Lyney tries to look unfazed and tip the scales to make you feel flustered this time, but his words come out as a whine. Was he really that needy for your attention? (he was)

Now you blush. The heat creeps up to your cheeks in a flaming glow, as you just make a noise in your throat, words going incoherent. You compose yourself, as you just clear your throat as you look away and bury your expression in your cup of tea, closing your eyes since you couldn't bare to see his gaze, no doubt oozing with fondness and sweetness as the desserts laid out on the table right now. Maybe even more. (you put away your papers, thank goodness)

"You don't need to worry about that. Besides, you're the only person I'd ever want to put all my attention on willingly, anyway…"

"...."

A beat of silence passes. Two beats, three beats. Yeah, now you were both shutting down at your words.

Yeah, now Lyney's seriously considering trying to propose to you in his next show now. A volunteer act, maybe? Wait, you don't want on the spot performances that surprise you too much. Hm, a private show? Tempting. And the ring… Maybe a magenta ring? Or maybe a purple one to match his eyes…. All for you. All for what you both currently have right now. All for everything you're currently showing him. Your mirroring love-lorn gaze, the way your lips would envelop his own, just his. Although Lyney thought that proposing to you right now was still too early, well, if you keep this up…

"Lyney? What's gotten into you all of a sudde–"

Your words stop as you feel the pressure of his lips on your own. Lyney's kisses are sweet, warm, and playful. But oftentimes, it's meaningful and embodies so many unspoken words of adoration that his suave self could never compare to. When he pulls away but a moment later, he's back to his regular self. The confident smile and the softening of his eyes as his gaze locks onto you. Cheeky and challenging. Just the way you like it. Just the way you both would have it.

"You look so endearing when flustered."

"Shut up."

"I love you even still!"

"Unfortunately, I do too."

"Haha, of course you d– Huh, wait, what do you mean, unfortunately?! [name]!"

The rest of the day is spent without your work bothering you. Not that you don't mind, of course. Only because you're spending it in his company.

© 𝐦𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 : do not repost, copy, or plagiarize my work.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Have some more language brainrot for your brainrot

Writer reader getting kind of insecure that even if they write something nobody will understand it, so when Al haithem askes you if he can keep a draft or two just for analyzing, there's hesitant agreement but ultimately you tell him to please burn the documents once he's done. They're too awkward to look at now...

Only he doesn't burn them, in fact he ends up recruiting several people close to the creator with knowledge of olden speak to analyze them. A funeral parlor consultant well known for his historical knowledge, a 500 year old shrine maiden who owns and runs her own publishing house, and a bard who somehow butted his way in on the project. None of them could resist the opportunity to witness the creator's sacred scriptures with their own eyes.

Needless to say, the papers ended up being fought over and have been making their rounds around your acolytes. It started with Ei, who insisted that as an archon she also should see the creator's work with her own eyes. Then once Ningguang found out, she ordered they be handed over to a team of literary analysts in order to be properly handled and deciphered. Things got really messy quick, but have luckily come to a halt as none of the acolytes want the creator to know their random writings are being fought over.

Especially when it comes to the creator's sullen additute. Their acolytes first have to convince their holiness that their inability to read and understand the creator's writing shouldn't prevent you from doing what you love. In fact... could they convince you to write some more?

WRITER OR READER WITH TALENTS HAS MY WHOLE HEART LIKE-

On one hand, same 💀 id be terrified for my all time fav skrunklies to see my bs

But at the same time i rlly wanna show them goddamit- THANK U FOR THE BRAIN FOOD IM RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY HOUSE THINKING ABT THIS-

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them), Writer!Reader

Planet: Language Shenanigans

Orbit: Scenario

Stars: Alhaitham mostly, some of Kaveh, mentions of other Sumeru characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Insecure about craft/writing, anxious first pov (not serious),

& Trigger Warnings: Mild Negative self-talk, insecure perspective/reader “you”, possible anxiety depiction.

You were not a very confident writer.

This had been an avoidable feeling ever since you picked up a pen for the first time and were asked to write a story for school.

You were always anxious turning in essays, letting friends proofread them, anything that would expose your writing to more eyes, because you’d learned the hard way early on that as you get older and better at something, the stuff from the beginning… starts to look a lot different than you remember.

things you used to be proud of after having completed them in the moment, were something you struggled not to rip to shreds a year or two after you re-found it.

If it weren’t for other writers advising holding onto old work so you can see your progress over time, you’d have probably literally nothing older than one year on your ao3, wattpad, etc…

So when you had the fortunate luck (no it is not unfortunately, you are very happy to be here tbh) to fall headfirst into your video game you’ve been obsessed with lately,

You were not planning on showing them any of your writing.

Why would you, after all? You’ve got the weapons, the artifacts, everything they need to be more powerful. Why would you show them a silly little story you wrote? Fanfic or otherwise, not that theyll recognize any characters besides themselves, but still.

Alhaitham, bc ofc it was alhaitham, cocky, deviously aware bastard he is, caught you writing in your spare time first.

You’d gotten your hands on an old journal (if made you feel better than something completely new, a nice worn leather journal, sold at a secondhand shop from an old adventurer) and had started to write what you could remember about some of your ideas you’d had drafts for in your old world

After initially walking in on you writing in the House of Daena (it was the closest you could get to lofi girl, god u missed her lmao), you nearly jumped a foot in the air bc Haitham’s a nosy bitch and leaned over your shoulder and scared the absolute shit out of you, mans goes from asking politely, to begging you to let him read some of your writing over the course of 3 weeks (a month really)

Finally, after this 6 ft (about 180cm) man leans down one day (you’re sitting writing again), and gives you the most insanely good?? puppy dog eyes??? you’ve ever seen on a man???

you give in, revise a draft about 5 times in a row, lose sleep bc ur having a breakdown about alhaitham judging ur writing the night before you give him his copy-

and hand over a small short story for him to read. you specifically leave a little note not to judge you so hard for Haitham bc u werent used to people reading ur work/let alone someone as highly academic as him, ESPECIALLY since your speech is already so much more archaic than his/all of Teyvats-

His stupid green eyes with diamonds look into your soul (are they sparkling??) and he braces your shoulders after you give him his copy,

“Mine Greatest Guide, you hath deemed this one worthy of thy trust of your creations personally, I would be a fool to gaze upon it in jest. To take this work as anything less than a masterpiece in its infant stages.”

…you just leave him to it, and are nearly running out of there (u managed to be calm enough to just speedwalk),

and you make a point to not ask what he thought about it, or even bring it up at all

you’re kind of hoping he forgot tbh… and so nothing happens!

◇

Nothing happens… for 2 weeks after you gave Haitham a copy of your short story.

You still don’t know Alhaitham’s opinion when you see the advertisement, a sign saying something about, a new book? By YOU???

You nearly start a mob because the shopkeeper insisted you sign some copies, but you only signed a few before too many people overwhelmed you, and seeing it was that same draft- !! Oh god, you’d been agonizing over the spelling errors you’d missed when you gave it to Alhaitham, and now it’s just out there???

(luckily it seems the reviews are positive, but dammit you’ve been rereading ur story u gave him for days, and now ur positive it’s shit-)

You make a break for it, and are literally running (more like speed-walking after a while, since u got further away) thru Sumeru City:

you pass by the open patio of a restaurant, the scholars are heatedly discussing ur characterization-

you pass by Dehya, Candace, and Dunyazard, the merc is waving around a copy of ur book, the other two women look excited abt the conversation-

oh my god-

Nahida is relaxing in one of the many little gazebos thruout Sumeru, while Wanderer seems to be reading your story to her-

You fucking track down Alhaitham’s house like a bloodhound.

You are banging the infamous gay roommates’ front door, panting til ur throat burns raw.

“Yes, yes, alright, greetings to you too! I was simply visiting the Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, tis why I’m here- Greatest Lord?!”

Kaveh is nearly jumps a foot in the air at the sight of you, but recovers, (you’re still not tho lmao)

and invites you in bc apparently, Alhaitham’s been meaning to talk to you about your draft you gave him!

Oh yeah, you’ve got some words to give Haitham after giving him that damn draft privately-

But when he sees you, the fucker just- smiles??

Like he’s done nothing wrong???

You’re about to tear into him when he speaks first to tell you the good news!

He grabs your hands at the table and gets down on one knee, ohhhh no.

Alhaitham is giving you those damn begging puppy dog eyes again.

“My Greatest Lord, Giver of Power, and Guide to All, your exquisite story has entranced all of Teyvat, might I please insist you write a sequel? It is an excellent literary piece to analyze… or perhaps, even better, share other stories you’ve written??”

…

….Motherfucker.

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Hello I’m alive! I just took a longer-than-usual break between posts from those last 2 mammoth pieces about gifts,

1: bc they were a lot to write in between writing other stuff like fanfics im already working on lol 2: I got busy with holidays and trying to apply to jobs!

Not that I’m still not doing that.. but you get what I mean!

Safe Travels Anon,

That being said, as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve made a kofi! so if you ever liked my writing (hot mess it is) and want to show me some love, feel free to leave a tip! :]

Iced coffee?? :0

💀♒

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♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Howdy! I was wondering what the twst guys would do if apocalypse mc came to twisted wonderland with a rifle and handgun? Like rook learning they can be used for hunting or lilias reaction to the weapons of war from their world

You don’t have to write this! I’ve just been brainrotting about this 😮‍💨

Anyway thanks for your time!💕💕

I really need to add a character limit to this.

I'm doing one from the first 5 dorms and if you want more characters I'll get to them once requested open again.

FEM ALIGNED DNI

Yuu pronouns are he/him

Characters: Ace (technicallyduece too ig), ruggie, jade, kalim, and rook

Warnings: Dueces slight suicidal ideation, ruggies lowkey nihilism, you kill a monster in Jades part, slight body horror in Kalims part, not proof read

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Ace:

Ace was pissed. Why? Because he was fucking stupid.

He was stupid. Duece was stupid. And that weird kids with the weird mask and the fucking fire monster was fucking stupid.

Because someone thought it would be a great idea to run away from their clean up duty (Grim (ace quietly chose to ignore that he had tried to do the same thing first)) by hiding in a chandelier was a good idea, and someone else thought hurling him into said chandelier with questionable at best magic was an even better idea.

So now ace trappola was running for his life in a crystal mine, with only the same people who got him into this situation in the first place here with him.

These feelings only seemed to be amplified after duece decided that the crystals were worth more than his life! Also it didn't exactly help that he had seen the magicless guy almost get impaled with one of the oversized pickaxes that...that thing was swinging around.

"My....m.y..Give me back..my. STONES"

The adrenaline rushed through aces body like a wave, it's only purpose being to make sure he survives dammit! He doesn't even care if he gets expelled anymore. His brother has told him enough stories about NRC to write a novel. Ace had come here with a picture already painted in his head and this was not it.

He made a sharp turn left. They had walked down this tunnel on their way in right?

He saw a little light poke out just around the next turn.

Yeah, they had come through this way.

Ace heard a small yelp and the sound of dirt being scattered and a small thud of someone hitting the ground.

He didn't look back. He just kept running.

He kept running until he came across the small cottage that they'd gone into earlier. Duece stumbled in right after him. The masked boy and the fire cat-weasle thing on his shoulders.

The guy was covered in dirt. He's probably the one that fell.

Ace was bent over, panting like he had just ran for his life, probably because he did, but he's pretty sure he heard duece half gently set the kid, whose name he still didn't really know, down before he joined ace in his desperate attempt to catch his breath.

Ace closed his eyes. What the hell is happening right now? Why was he here? Why did he have to go tease that weird magicless freak this morning and pick a fight with their freaky cat?

You know what? Fuck this. If he gets expelled, so be it. There are plenty of other magic schools, including ones closer to home. He'll be just fine.

Duece however, didn't seem to get the memo.

"It was right there...we have to go back!", duece had so much determination in his voice...

Ace felt his eye twitch. "Like hell we do!"

Duece snapped his head towards him, and the mystery bro was still sitting on the floor, now cradling grim like he was an actual cat.

"Yeah, no. Sorry, but that crystal ain't worth it"

"So...so you're just gonna take the expulsion lying down? Just like that!? What are you, some kind of coward!?", duces voice got progressively more angry, which ace thought was bullshit.

He thought he was being perfectly reasonable with his choices, thank you very much.

"Uhhh. Yeah! Sorry not sorry, I choose life!"

I mean sure, his brother is gonna look at him all disappointed and shit, but hey, at least he'd be alive to see it.

Ace looked back at Mr. Mask-Man, who was still quietly petting grim, acting like they weren't even there.

It kind of pissed him off a little.

"Hey", he looked up, Ace count see their eyes, but somehow he knew they weren't making eye contact "do you have any better ideas? Or are you just gonna sit there the while time and not do anything?"

Was he being unfair? Probably. This guy (he should really ask for his name) wasn't even supposed the be in night Raven college, not to mention here? And he probably didn't want to be here any more than he did.

Did he care about that though? No. Not right now anyway.

Ace expected him to just put his head back down and go back to petting his freaky weasel. He expected them to just shrink up on themselves while ace went back to yelling at duece.

He did expect the guys head to perk up the smallest bit, he didn't expect the sudden feeling of very intense eye contact either.

And he definitely didn't expect him the nod and stand up so fast ace almost stumbled back.

But you know what the absolute last thing he expected from this guy? Going back to the mines.

Going back to the mines and waiting with duece for grim and the masked guy to come hauling ass back up the hill with the ...inky monster in tow. Because that's what's going to happen. Apparently.

...fuck. This guy was some type of maniac wasn't he?

Ace just glared at the ground. There wasn't anything he could do about it now, but he was still gonna be pissed if he died with a possible psychopath currently running towards him, and this blue gumball son of a bitch standing next to him.

"Bring me....my...stooones!"

He took a deep breath, possibly one of his lasts.

But I mean hey, might as well go out with a bang right?

The next few minutes all seemed to happen in slow motion, and somehow ace could already see the moment when the reality of all this would all hit him. At 3 am or something like that. Probably.

...yeah. 3 am.

"Ace watch out!", a panicked, exhausted voice called out to him. Probably duece.

His head snapped over to where his dormmate was. What's happening?

The answer seemed pretty damn obvious, when a large shadow seemed to swallow him whole, a product of the monsters looming stature.

Ace froze. Seeing his life start to flash before his eyes. Memory after memory replaying in his mind.

You never really know how little you've lived until you see it all right in front of you...

BAM.

Aces eyes shot open (when had he closed them?) To see Mr. Mask standing just roughly six meters away from him, holding a...

...uh....what the hell was that?

BAM. BAM. BAM.

The loud noises rang out one by one. One right after the other.

Ace booked it to the side, trying to catch his breath.

Only for it to get caught again once he looked up.

The creatures head, the glass ink jar, was leaking. It had six small holes in it, and cracks spiderwebbing out from said holes. As the cracks grew larger, the glass began to break off, and more and more ink began to pour out.

"Duece!"

Aces eyes snapped to their third member, who responded immediately with another cauldron.

The head finally shattered. And the monster disappeared.

Slowly, aces gaze fell on the Ramshakle resident once again. Blinking slowly as he watched the guy put the...loud..thing away, before picking up grim once again.

Ace opened his mouth, and before he could even begin to realize what he was doing, he asked, "what was that?"

You called it a gun.

Ruggie:

Listen. Ruggie wasn't new to violence. You can't live in the slums all your life and make it out completely sheltered, no matter how hard your parents try.

And sure. Ruggie wasn't exactly a saint himself, But at this point, was anyone? He certainly didn't think so.

Yeah. Almost getting killed by leona fucked him up a little. But really, it wasn't that new when he really thought about it.

And yeah, leona never really apologized to him for all that, but at times like that, in an environment like savanaclaw? He didn't need to. His actions, no matter how small they were, still spoke for themselves.

So yeah. Ruggie bucchi has a lot of experience with violence.

But if you were to ask ruggie if he's ever seen anything like this before? Yeah. He'd have to answer no.

Everything was going shit. They were following the plan, he did his part flawlessly might he add, and then Azul decided he didn't want to follow the script. So now he was surround by black ink, panicking students, and slightly less panicking... allies? Allies.

But yeah. This sucked.

And so began the fight for his life once again. Honestly, this shit was getting old.

Whipping his head in every which way to look or for flying debris and tentacles (and wasn't that a sentence), and keeping his ears open for shouted commands and warnings, his attention landed on you for half a second, before quickly turning away; In that half second he saw you pull something out from jacket pocket.

About five seconds later, he heard a loud bang.

And not like when the construction workers accidentally drop a metal beam on concrete or something. No, this was just a loud, earth shattering bang that demanded attention. And attention it got.

Several heads snapped to you, holding a...uhhh. You tilted your head to the side, either in confusion or trying to get an angle on Azul.

BANG BANG

And then there was a scream, distorted and pained, with a faint sound of gushing and sloshing, a liquid being spilled. Ink being spilled out of the overblot phantoms head.

"Huh...the other one just died immediately..", he heard you mutter.

Ruggie shot a pointed look over to leona, who just looked at him in confusion. Ok. So he didn't miss anything during his housewardens little episode. He took a quick glance at the heartslabyul duo, who looked like they understood. Well, Ace understood. Duece wasn't close enough to hear and didn't have the hearing to pick up the slack.

Ok. So maybe yuu also decided to whip the thing out when riddle when crazy? He'll ask around later. Probably.

A tentacle slammed right next to him and started writhing around with another loud scream as the phantom lost more and more ink, and Ruggie remembered where they were.

The damage you did the overbloted octopus wasn't enough to downright defeat him, but it was enough to at least make the rest of the way a hell of a lot easier. So they're odds were looking much better than they were. Small mercies.

When everything eventually came to a head and the ink was beginning to melt off of Azul and he could finally breathe, he let his mind drift back to you.

Ok. What the hell. What was that? Why did it make that noise? What did it even do? How'd it shatter thick ass, magic glass? Did it launch blades at it or something? Also, why are you pretending like this whole thing was completely normal?

You weren't freaking out about this, you honestly seemed more focused on combing the gunk out of Azuls hair with your gloved fingers while the twins tried to asses his mental state, grim flopping on the ground off to your side. Now, this is probably your third, or maybe even fourth time you've been in this situation. But perfect, you treating it like it's just another Tuesday isn't exactly. Uh. Normal?

Not that you were normal, you had just began taking regular baths, which he was immensely grateful for. Seriously, he could only hold back leonas hair as he puked so many times before it got old. But even your (lack of) personality raised a few questions. Sometimes he wondered if you where really even there half the time.

After he caught his breath, he began to walk over to where you were, Ace and duece now scolding you and jade trying to check if you were hurt or not, and holy shit that is a big ass gash.

But he was already standing right behind you, so he honestly might as well ask.

"Hey. So uh. What did you do? What made the bangs?"

Your head snapped in his direction, pausing to just stare at him for a few unnerving seconds.

And then you pulled something out and called it a gun.

Jade:

Jade didn't really question why you wanted to join his club, he was just glad someone did. Even if that someone was a fucking weirdo like yourself.

Listen, jade wasn't picky when it came to his clubmembers ok?

Plus, aside from a few conversations about a bird or plant species you liked, and many more questions about basic things that you had apparently never seen before, and him acting like he knew any better than you about it, things went smoothly.

He collected his mushrooms and occasionally stopped to do a fieldsketch and you rolled around in moss and somehow became an instant bird whisperer. It was a good system.

About as good as it could be while you were running from a big ass monster.

Ok. Listen. He knew that there were monsters on this particular mountain, and he knew that some of them were man eaters. But dammit he did the research before hand! He made sure the two of you avoided their natural habitats at all cost! But apparently, this particular one could smell human blood much better than the rest, and apparently, you thought it was a good idea to not tell him you had cut yourself on a rock and were now bleeding.

"There's a cave right there!", he saw you point to an opening in a rock wall that was most definitely the small least cave he'd ever seen "do you think we could hide in it for a minute"

"I don't know!", you didn't really have any other options, running forever until you reached the place where the mirror had dropped you both off was more than inconvenient, especially on a mountain that had more steep cliffs than average. So he quickly signaled to you and began running towards it, awkwardly running into the small hole and barely seeing you baseball slide your way into there with much more ease.

Desperately trying to catch his breath, he started to plan. You only had a few minutes at best before the monster caught up to you, so the best thing they could do with the time they had was treat your wound to the best of his ability, and hope that the smell of blood would gradually fade and the beast would be thrown off your trails.

Click

He looked to you, hunched over and sill slightly panting as you loaded small, but long pointed metal cylinders into...something?

You had stopped wearing the mask, being one of the few people you trusted enough to see your face, which was sweet if he thought about, you were even getting better to look at! Looking a lot less like you had come back from the dead after the apocalypse and more like a recovering drug addict, but hey! Progress!

But he point is, he could see your face, and the look on your eyes, and...

Ah shit.

Perfect. Listen perfect, he knows you're batshit crazy, he is too, but please, you're going to get them killed. Even with your insane amount of luck, your half baked plans only work most of the time so for the love of the sea witch please just-

"I have an idea"

...Dammit.

So that's how you both got here, kneeling just barely out of the cave opening, and him standing on the Rocky formation right above you outside the cave. Waiting for the monster, and possi ly for death. If he survives this the first things he'd doing when he gets back to his dorm room is write his will so that he can make sure his precious mushrooms aren't thrown away by his brother. Would riddle accept them?

"Jade!"

He blinked, got his magic pen ready, and you cocked your gun. Staring at the place where the sound of heavy footsteps and snarls were coming from.

You both waited with baited breath as themonsters form came running up the steep hill and charged towards the two of you.

The sensation of water and earth magics filled the air as spell after spell was released, hitting the creature a good majority of the time. Meanwhile, you were shifting slightly, getting into a position that didn't look the most comfortable, but apparently it worked for you because you quickly gave him a small warning shout.

Jade covered his ears. You had warned him about the sound guns make, and how many people went deaf fro them due to lack of proper equipment and training, you sounded like you were repeating a quote that was all but drilled into you, a saying that everyone knows but never really says out loud. Did he belive you were exaggerating? Slightly.

That went away when he heard the loud boom though, even through his covered ears. Jade grew slightly concerned at the fact that you didnt seem to be too affected by all this.

You didn't seem too surprised at the loud noise. Just angling and adjusting the gun position until you could hit your target more accurately as it moved.

He heard ten shots go off. Out of those ten, at least seven actually hit. The monster, being as huge as it was, was about to ignore the first three. The rest, however, were clearly starting to take a toll on the thing.

He saw you pull the trigger a few more times, nothing more than assumed clicks coming out. Jade couldn't be too sure, as the pained roars of the monster completely drowned out the sound. Wordlessly, he got took his hands away from his ears and readied his magic. Letting it burst all around him and borage the monster as soon as your hand shot up into the air. The signal that you needed to reload and he had to momentarily take over.

The whole event took about fifteen minutes that felt like they were stretched into hours. Ending with him feeling a bit lightheaded, and you firing three extra shots into what he was pretty sure was a monstrous corpse. "Just in case".

Wanting to sit down and take a moment to collect himself was only just outweighed by the urge to make sure you were alright. So, jade jumped down from his little rock podium; he reached the ground just as you completely crawled out of the cave entrance.

Gently, he asked, "are you alright perfect?". A perfectly appropriate question to ask after...that.

To which you, in reply, completely flop down on the rough ground and let out a loud groan, both of you pretending that there wasn't a dead, three-metter tall monster right next to you.

An equally appropriate response.

"Four magazines jade! Four! I'm going to have to make soany bullets now!", jade only nodded, like how you do when he starts ranting about his beloved mushrooms.

Oh well, he'd understand soon enough. He has plenty of questions regarding you and you gun for the walk back to the mirror location.

Kalim:

Kalim felt like was caving in on him.

This was all happening so fast, way too fast. The one person that he thought he could trust whole heartedly, the boy he saw as nothing less than a brother, had done all this.

It was a lot to take in. Everything from his supposed verdict of keeping his dorm members in school, to yuu and grims vague comments, comments that he now recognizes for the warnings they were, to the guys from octavinnle, jamil overblotting, getting flung to the dessert, and now to be back here? Fighting for not only his, but his best friends (were they though?) Life?

Kalim just wanted to cry. The drop the the floor and cry. But he'd already done that and there was no time to do it again now. Not when he could see the ink and the snakes sucking out more and more of jamils life, when he could see jamils body begin the break down and contort in ways that shouldn't be possible. Not when his eyes grew more deranged with every second.

No, Kailm couldn't cry now. Not when Jamil was dying.

Magic attacks meeting the emotions of dread and rage that jamil had kept professionally buried only served made the air more tense. Yuu occasionally shouted directions from he sidelines, directions to use fire magic instead of water, or to dodge an incoming attack that very well could have killed him if it made contact.

And that just raises the question. Did jamil..? Was it his intention to kill him? Was that his goal the entire time?

....No. No, if Jamil wanted Kailm dead, then Kailm would be dead. He didn't want Kailm gone he just wanted him to go away. And for that reason, Kailm had the hope that he needed that he could fix this. And by the seven he'll cling to it for as long as he lives if that's what it takes.

"Perfect!", Jades sharp voice took Kailm right out of his thoughts.

"Yeah? Kailm move to the right!", he moved to the right, just in time for a borage of ink and thron covered vines to come crashing into the exact spot he was standing not even five seconds prior. The vines writhing around like they were alive, and he could see the sharp, jagged edges of its thorns cut into its self with the ease of cutting through soft butter. Not that he would know. "What do you need?"

"Do you have your gun?", Jade svoice was deathly calm, which was a bit jarring all things considered.

He didn't know what a "gun" was, but he guesses floyd knew, because he groaned louder than some of his youngest siblings when they had to get up early.

From out the corner of his eye, he saw you stop for a few seconds. Then you answered.

"Yeah", something in your voice that he couldn't quite read. "Yeah, but I only have like five shots"

Both jade and azul looked less than pleased with that, and Kailm still didn't know what was going on, so he just threw more fire at his friend.

"Well then. You better make them count", azuls matter of fact voice rang out.

He didn't see if you nodded or not. And for the next minute, he didn't hear you at all. There were no more instructions being shouted or anything like that. Just the continued onslaught of four peoples magic, all trying desperately to snap Jamil out of his current state. Who was being bent into more and more inhuman shapes as the seconds passed.

His jaw was opening a little too wide as he laughed, his fingers seemed to be getting longer and more claw like, and his voice was so now so distorted that he could barely even understand what he was saying.

But what freaked him out the most what the loud cracking and crunches of bones breaking. Jamils spine now seemed too long, bent in an unnatural way, accompanied by a crack everytime he moved. He only laughed.

Kalim didn't laugh. There was ink running down his body, all from where he had been contorted. And as time crawled on, his eyes grew more and more crazed, and his distorted laughs turned more like screams.

Kalim wasn't the best at magic, he had never been the best at magic, he knew that, even before now. So when he felt himself become light headed as his energy and magic supply ran low, he started to panic.

Oh no. Oh sevens, oh no. Please no. Not now. Anytime but now. He couldn't lose now. What would happen to jamil? How would he get Jamil home after this?

How was he supposed to tell Jamils family that their son and brother was dead?

BANG

A distorted scream ran out as floyd began to cheer, and his stomach dropped.

BANG BANG BANG

More screams. Blood curdling screams that froze Kalim where he stood. Watching jamils face begin the crack, ink pouring through the cracks on his face like blood as his eyes rolled back and his entire expression turned to one of pain. A perfect mirror to the shattering phantom that loomed behind him.

"I have one shot left and I am not wasting it! Aim for the cracks! Use fire! It'll weaken the glass!", your voice rang out, carrying a determination with it, but also the reality that they were in no way out of the woods yet.

"You mean the magic glass?", azul was skeptical

"Its magic fire", Kailm could hear the shrug in your voice.

Kalim is ashamed to admit it. But he wasn't much help after this. Jamils vpice had random breaks from the distortion. So he had a perfect audio of jamil screaming his vocal cords raw in his actual voice. Something that would haunt him until the day he died.

Ink was still pouring out from his wounds. Bones were still breaking. And it almost looked like Jamils body was melting off of him in a grotesque manner.

Kalim closed his eyes and prayed.

Eventual, the distortion completely went away, so the screams and the sobs seemed less monstrous and more tortured. Jamils attacks completely stopped as well.

And with one final bang, so did yours.

When Kalim opened his eyes again, I was only after jade prayed his hands off his ears, something he doesn't even remember doing.

Azul and yuu were standing over jamils blood covered body, and for a second, he feared the worst.

It was only after you kneeled to check if he was still alive, and he saw Jamil moving did he allow himself to breathe, and to finally cry.

Through blurred vision, he saw you put the gun away. He never asked what it was. He didn't need to know. You saved Jamils life with it, and that was good enough for him.

Rook:

Rook enjoyed beanfeast. Honestly, he could say it was one of his favorite days of the year. What other time? What other opportunities would he get but this? To hunt his fellow classmates for sport like this? To see their determination wither away as they accepted their fates as his prey!

Now, normally rook would go solo on this. Others found it a bit hard to keep up with him until now. Until yuu.

Ah his dear little trickster and his admirable kill or be killed mentality that he had taken up as of late! My, when rook had looked into his eyes, he saw nothing less than the eyes of a killer! A tiger on the hunt!

Or perhaps, he mused, a lion. Because there, right underneath them, was leona kingscholar himself.

Yuu has proposed they move from above, to stay in the wooded area and maintain the high grounds. Yuu had made his way up a tree with the swiftness and elegance of a bird taking flight! Walking steadily along the branches like he was simply made for it.

Together, the two of you had taken out quite a few farmers. With rook silently stalking them and you communicating your predictions with hand signals that he could understand blind. Those predictions of what the farmers would do, or even who would be in the area were proven true to an uncanny extent.

Rook wanted to know how, but that conversation could be saved for a different day.

Rook could barely see you chest rising up and down as you breathed so slowly you might as well haven't have been. He himself was holding his breath as you both angled your bean blasters. The slightest noise could tip the beastman off, after all.

You had temporarily split off to different trees, him being about a dozen meters away from you, just to the left of Leona, while we're were to the right.

He saw you hand slowly raise up, carefully avoiding the rustling leaves as you gave another hand signal. Thos one being significantly more simple than the majority. Just three fingers raised to indicate three seconds. Three seconds and you both shoot. You closed you hand, starting the timer.

Three.

The two of you, perfectly in sync, found your final aims of the beastman.

Two.

You carefully placed your fingers on the trigger. Taking caution not to shoot too early. The last thing would want to do was ruin this seemingly special moment for the two of you.

The wind blew in you direction. Thre leaves began to rustle, and leonas head shot in your direction.

Three.

You both pulled your triggered in perfect harmony, and, like a beautiful dance coming to an end, the mighty lion had fallen. And you both ran across the tree branches, making your ways to eachother as soon as possible.

The happy, adrenaline filled giggle you let out when he finally found found you again was nothing less than precious. Not to mention it fit the moment. Oh how he wishes you would stop trying to compose yourself all the time! The world deserves to see your joy!

He let out a laugh of his own, being rewarded with a smile that you couldn't help. This imagine of you in perfect juxtaposition with how you looked upon first arrival to this world.

And, if he may, rook would like to say that your face was shaping up to be something he wouldn't mind staring at. Ah, recovery was a marvelous thing indeed! He couldn't wait to see your progress by the end if the year.

When the laughter subsided, you took you hand and laid a gentle kiss to the back of your fingers, as a small congregation and a job well done.

"Yes, very nice monsieur. That was very nice indeed", his soft voice suddenly taking on a more mischievous note to it, a not that you matched with those shinning eyes of yours. "Now, I belive we have more game to secure, yes? Let us be off, my dear trickster"

You smiled, the corners of your mouth moving into a smirk. Your eyes, however, he'll the glee of a giddy boy, finally getting to experience something he was robbed of long ago. Rook only hoped that much later in your life, when you think of how many shots you've ever fired, this day will be included.

So smile, dear trickster, that all he asks. That's all you deserve.

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YALL I AM SO SORRY."I'm working on requests" fucks off your 5 more months omg what am I on. Eat your food, yall gotta be starving rn shit I am a terrible father.

[growup-thatbeautiful]

mad max fury road absolutely destroyed me so here’s some max brainrot!

also, apologies for all the unanswered asks, i legit haven’t written anything since well before december, but i’m trying to get back into it. just, you know, a lot going on :))

tw: mentions of sa, blood, canon typical violence

you’re one of joe’s wives, so obviously you’ve got a lot of trauma and you’re not exactly used to being out in the open. but, when furiosa tells you to follow her onto the convoy, you don’t hesitate one bit. you would do anything to get away from joe and the prison joe crated for you and the other girls. nothing can be worse than what you’ve already been through.

the hiding hole in the convoy is dusty and hot. it’s hard to breathe through the smoke and sand whirling through the crowded space, and you’re pushed up against the hard metal, Toast’s elbow in your stomach. when the convoy stops moving, you relish the opportunity to stretch your legs and drink some water. the thin cloth that covers your body is gritty with sand and stained by tears. if you had anything else to change into, you would.

the sun is brighter than anything you’ve ever seen. the sand is warmer than you expected, and you remind yourself that people die out here. but the water is cold and it’s sweet on your tongue, the hope of survival clawing it’s way from your chest.

at first, like everyone else, you don’t trust him one bit. he’s a stranger, and a man, and you’re not sure he’s sane. he doesn’t even have a name that you know of.

but there’s something about him. something that tells you he won’t hurt you or any of the other girls. the brown eyes that he hides under that mask are cunning and strange, yes, but there’s a level of honesty in them that makes you want to trust him.

furiosa’s killswitch stops him before he gets too far, and then he’s forced to take your group. you’re squeezed up from with him and her, the daggers between them enough to make it uncomfortable. she has control- you’re not worried about that- but he has pretty much all of the weapons furiosa hid away.

for the most part, the time passes in silence. Toast and Splendid argue some, and Dag takes the middle ground. Furiosa concentrates on the road, and the man curls as far into the metal of the door as he can, weapons stashed underneath his feet.

it’s not until much later, after you’ve met up with the women from the green place, that you talk to him for the first time. the sky is dark and streaked with sandstorms in the distance, greys and oranges flooding the atmosphere.

“all the others have names. you don’t?” he asks. you’re sitting in the front seat with him again, Furiosa deep in conversation with one of the older women.

“you haven’t told us your name either,” you bite back. “and my name isn’t your concern. neither are their names.” you nod toward the group of girls curled up on the back seat, each looking more and more exhausted.

he accepts your answer with a small nod. “i wouldn’t want to keep a name he gave me either.” there’s a surprising level of understanding in his eyes.

“it’s not that.” he doesn’t look convinced. “it’s not just that,” you correct. “i don’t have anything else to go by. i’m not used to having people use my name for good things.”

“i wouldn’t want to contribute to that bad streak,” he agrees. “what do i call you, then?”

you think for a moment. it doesn’t take you long to come up with a name. it’s something you heard Cheedo talk about one time, probably just a story about a place with streets made of water, opera houses full of painted tiles, and people crammed together but happy. “venice. you can call me venice.”

“venice it is, then.”

the next day, the plan changes. you never thought you would want to head back to where you came from, but it’s better than the alternative. years riding nowhere. sun blisters and sand burns.

the road back to the stronghold is dangerous. it’s risky. but you have Furiosa and the man with you. they’re just as dangerous, you think.

you didn’t expect to survive, though. yes, you lost Splendid and Nux. it hurt like you thought it would, but you haven’t had enough time to really consider it. not with everything going on. not when you find out the man’s name is max. it’s a good name, an old name. one without this world’s pain ingrained into it.

it’s been hours on the road with him and you can’t sleep. every time you close your eyes you see joe’s figure lurking over you or splendid’s body roll underneath truck tires or even flames eating at nux as rubble and rock crushed him into the ground. you know you’re going to be home soon, if you can even call the stronghold a home.

you know you’re getting on max’s nerves. he doesn’t say anything, but the glances in your direction are enough. you pick at your fingernails until they’re raw and bite and the inside of your cheek until it bleeds. none of it helps. you can’t sleep.

finally, he breaks the silence. “why don’t you try to sleep?” you don’t need to tell him why. he’s heard your screaming and your panicked breaths. he knows what happens when you try to sleep. “there’s nothing that used to help you fall asleep? with the other girls?”

“toast and i used to hold each other when it was too much.” you don’t know why you tell him. you would never wake Toast up, not when she’s finally fallen asleep after fitful attempts. and it’s not like max is going to hold you while you sleep. he has more important things to do.

you don’t expect him to offer. you really don’t. with Furiosa hurt, its on him to drive. it shouldn’t be much further, but it’s enough.

“lay you head down,” he says softly. when you don’t immediately respond, he adds, “you don’t have to, but i think it’ll help you get some sleep.”

“okay,” you agree uncertainly. slowly, carefully, like you’re trying not to scare him or yourself, you lean over and lay down, your back on the warm metal of the seat. your head rests gently on his thigh, and you try not to put too much pressure on him. you know he’s sore, and you aren’t sure this is what he wants.

“there you go.” his voice is quiet but, for once, sure of himself. his hand reaches to card through your hair and brush it off your face. “try to sleep, now.”

it’s easier than you thought it would be, trusting him. letting him take care of you. but, somehow, you do. maybe it’s because you know his name and because he’s saved you so many times. whatever it is, you let him lull you to sleep with his gentle hands tracing the curves of your face.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Belphegor brainrot...?

I wanted to put together all crumbs about Belphie just like I did with Asmo.

We know Nilfheim is a something like a military hive mind. Nobles use swords or other melee weapons (the scythe is somewhat included in this), and since consistency is usually maintained, plus Bathin has a uniform resembling a soldier (we will talk about uniforms later), let's very roughly assume that it is, to some extent, a knightly country.

Okay I'll be honest, I'm just amused by the idea of Belphie as a mixture of Sleeping Beauty and a knight on a white horse lol.

I don't have a screenshot unfortunately, but Satan during Halloween event said Beplhie don't like tedious work (even if it's just a signing.) Expected. He's embodiment of sloth after all.

Actually, I can relate.

It looks like Gusion and Bael could shake hands. But Belphie is there, he really does a lot when he's out of his cave. It is not without reason that it is said that lazy people are the best employees because they will get the job done in the fastest way.

Looks like his Majesty is flirty! A big point in my opinion, because for me he seemed cold and distant. I was afraid that we would be too similar to Leviathan, but I guess that's not the case.

He doesn't sound like this decision bothered him at all. I don't know how to interpret it, so I leave it here out of chronicler's duty. And to please the eyes, look at my pretty boy!!!

But... that's it. That's all. So, I have found a related topic to rabmle about.

Nilfheim boys what's wrong with you?

We only know two, only recently three of them. Gusion, Bathin, Andrealphus.

And I guess they have a different definition of military than us.

Two of the three are like, "hey, have you seen that unicorn in the green cloak? This one who is never in his country? Great idea!" and yeeted themselves from Nilhfeim.

He just. Randomly visited Earth. Because why not.

Honey, you don't. Although… you're the devil. *Hands AO3* Have fun!

We are fresh from Andrea's escapades to Avisos. We know that he spends a lot of time there and from the screenshot above we also know that he doesn't really need things like his king permission to be happy.

Considering that Bathin is friends with Stolas...

...aka his personal radio, I'm sorry I can't get over this lol, it is very possible that he also often visits Avisos. Beel, you are tempting nobles from the next country and you are not even in your own country.

Bathin? Andrea? I understand that in a sentence "The devils of Niflheim almost never move individually" you are the "almost". Two of the three known. A known majority. They are hopeless.

And you know what? The third one isn't any better.

Yeah. Who in a MILITARY COUNTRY would wear a uniform. Well, no one normal. Let's get back to those uniforms, this time for real.

We already know that Gusion doesn't bother with such bullshit, so we don't know if what we actually see is the one times he wears something he should wear all the time. (I guess we do and he just doesn't have a jacket.)

Bathin has a uniform, but it's from Paradise Lost. It is possible that his appearance refers to this and not Nilfheim, as we know that other devils associated with foreign countries, especially Buer, but also Sitri, have appearances related to the latter country.

Andrea seems to be the most reliable. But who knows? He wanders where he shouldn't, do you think he would care about his uniform? Plus… A wing? And a halo? Exactly.

Ultimately, I would lean towards uniforms of nobles that look like hitmans. Just like someone described Andrea in the event.

At least one thing is right. The devils of Nilfheim are unnaturally strong, even by their standards. We all remember how Andrea abused every angel in his path. Even the big guy who seemed to break him like a match. No, the big guy was shaking like an aspen under his feet as Andrea happily dismembered him. As we can see, Gusion's sword also proves his strength.

Even some of Nilfheim's lower devils seem to have great fighting skills. Not all of them, of course. One is a fish.

We have the least information about the countries of Asmo and Belphi, but we have some coherent idea about Abaddon thanks to the nobles. Nilhfeim? Nope! Funny country. I can't wait to visit it.

[thatlittlemouse]

Southern Archives propaganda post!

(or I read Southern Archives recently and have mild brainrot so here's this)

Southern Archives is a DMBJ side story that takes place in Southeast Asia around 1916-1919. It focuses on some members of the Zhang family that are active in that area as part of an organization called the Southern/South Sea Archives.

The story starts with two members of the Southern Archives investigating a mysterious appearance of ghosts on an island on the coast of Malaysia and escalates from there into fun sea adventures and conspiracies.

The story is fun to read because it takes place in a location and time frame different than the main DMBJ story and expands its universe. In addition and I think most importantly, it has a protagonist that is quite different from Wu Xie and is very fun to read about.

Enter Zhang Haiyan (left). Originally Hailou, he goes by at least 3 different names, this will be explained in the book. Zhang Haiyan was adopted into the Zhang family, is part of the Southern Archives and is stationed in Malacca, Malaysia together with Zhang Haixia.

Zhang Haiyan is impulsivity personified, he always finds himself in Situations and is basically the "if I can't find trouble, I will create it" bird meme. He doesn't shy away from violence and will commit murder in many different ways (it's not his main job he says, it's incidental). His secret weapon is a set of small metal blades that he hides in his mouth and can shoot at very high speeds to kill people. Yes, that is the edgiest thing ever. He's a capable fighter and great at disguises and deception (he will try and bullshit himself out of any situation). Bottom line, he's a delight.

Zhang Haixia is Zhang Haiyan's best buddy / boyfriend / better half, who grew up together with him. He's the level headed one that stares into the camera like on The Office whenever Zhang Haiyan gets up to his usual nonsense. He's a very skilled fighter and very intelligent, he can understand what's behind a complicated situation in just a few minutes. His special skill is that he can smell Real Good. Nothing bad happens to either of them :)

Other characters: little guy who has his life derailed forever by meeting Zhang Haiyan, hot Zhang mom, some white people, Fo Ye, Xioage in spirit only, and much later some guy from the mountains that can do magic tricks.

The story of the Southern Archives isn't strictly finished, but the first "volume" of it is concluded. Find it on merebear's site here:

https://merebear474765851.wordpress.com/the-southern-archives/

Zhang Haiyan also appears in the 2014 and 2017 New Year's specials + the 2018 New Year's special is an unfinished Southern Archives sequel but it's already included in the Southern Archives epub/pdf, as opposed to the other 2 which aren't.

[cynicalmusings]

I have a brainrot for Xiao. Consider this xiao having more of a avian instinct. Because his a bird, he manage to live through ignore his instincts thinking it’s impractical to his contract. Then came in Reader and suddenly his instincts are all over the place.

Whenever he see Reader he has this urge to dance or sing in front of them, he always leave when he feel this out of embarrassment. Or that he wants to be the one combing their hair and styling as a form of preening. Don’t even get me started at the shiny stuff he impulsively takes during his patrols. Ohhh and the fact that xiao suddenly feel like building a nest of blankets and pillows in reader’s home or the inn. This behavior is strikingly similar to birds during courting/mating season, this fact fluster Xiao so much meanwhile Reader just thought that the Adeptus was finally warming up to them.

Then there’s Zhongli who knows what’s up because xiao came to him for advice on how to deal with this embarrassing ordeal. His just sitting there and sipping tea and chuckling at the twos situation.

nO WHY IS THIS THE BEST IDEA EVER

for example, whenever you’re sitting near him, he finds his hand subconsciously reaching out to brush your hair. he can see a few knots, and he wants nothing more than to untangle them and comb them out and—

—and then he pulls his hand away, because doing that would be stupid.

he also practices songs/ dances for you when he’s alone, devising steps and movements that he thinks you would like. he always tells himself, this is the day when he’ll finally perform for you.

…then you show up, and he forgets everything he practiced, stands there stiffly, and teleports away before you can question his behaviour.

although, there is the tiniest, most minuscule fraction of a chance that you can sneak up on him practicing when he’s really concentrating. he usually practices in some forest clearing or on a mountain peak at night, and the moonlight glints off the blade of his polearm as he spins it around and catches it like flashes of starlight itself. the way he dances is mesmerising; his weapon becomes an extension of his arms, cutting through the air both in slow, smooth arcs and quick flashes, his steps are graceful and weightless, and every movement is carefully measured out but completely effortless all the same.

if he catches you watching him, he freezes, staring back at you for a good long second. then he vanishes, face burning, and doesn’t respond to the calls of his name until he’s recovered from his embarrassment enough (which can take a while). however, this is one decent way of getting him to actually show you the whole performance; now that you’ve seen him practicing, what’s there to hide?

(he also loves burrowing himself in pillows when he’s tired. if you’re there with him, even better.)

[pleasantspark]

About angelic weapons, another plot-hole is the fact angels left them behide, the problem if extremination is so secret, it mean they stole them? If so they would bring them back for avoinding to be discoved. My headacanon they left angelic weapons because they work as nuclear waste, the holy radiation keep demon power low. And most important thing Camilla has created a way demons can use the weapons,angelic metal would hurt demon, but camilla has resolve that problem. And by the way camilla only help in this way people would want her weapon more. Funny nobody notice the fact camilla sell definitive death all year.

Another headcanon angelic weapon are created agaist fallen angel during watchers time and civil heaven war , so high place know can hurt angels, because they were create for making a low angel could fight an high fallen angel, for that lute and adam weren't suprised at all because they fought during heaven war. But I'm giving too much thought to show for children, and no I'm not talking of steven universe

Okay, that's more better than what the fuck Hazbin was doing. The leaving behind weapons seem to be EXTREMELY NEGLECTFUL and defeats the purpose of Sera's need to protect Heaven.

Either the weapons creators in Heaven never disclosed what it was or everyone in Heaven is too cocky (Which seems like the case.)

And yeah, Hazbin is a show for children minus the swearing and sex jokes, my brain just cannot comprehend the lack of explanation.

Either everyone in the shows extremely dumb or it's a case of BAD WRITING.

At this rate, season two is gonna be brainrot.

NUMBER OF BASED ASKS: 1

[moraxsthrone]

the thoma brainrot continues...

husband!thoma training outdoors during summer, anyone?

notes: mostly sfw. shirtless, sweaty thoma. suggestive. nothing special, just a short n sweet lil drabble that will probably not cure my brain's obsession w thoma but oh well that's okay.

he's shirtless, his muscles rippling under his sweaty, sun-kissed skin as he spins and lunges and twirls his polearm. thoma's movements are fluid, but forceful enough to elicit the occasional grunt or kiai. several strands of his golden hair are wet and sticking to his forehead and back. you watch from a distance, knowing better than to get too close until he tells you it's okay. he hasn't seen you yet, but you're perfectly content to enjoy the show - your very own private pole dance of sorts, performed by your protective and incredibly sexy pyro-wielding husband. you chuckle to yourself, thinking how the word hot describes him so well in so many ways right now.

finally, he sees you and puts his weapon away, his smile reaching his pretty green eyes as you bring him a big cup of water.

"aww...thank you, beautiful!" he beams, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss, careful not to get you sweaty (not that you would mind, but he's a considerate gentleman okay?).

"it's my pleasure, handsome," you smirk as you watch him chug half the water down in one go, some of it dripping from his chin and down his pecs as they rise and fall with his labored breaths. you're tempted to lick the droplets off him, but you restrain yourself. "are you almost done? you've been out here for hours..."

he nods. "just a little bit longer, babe. i'll be in shortly."

you give him a once-over with a single raised eyebrow. "i was thinking of taking a shower with you. but i suppose that can wait."

the heat on his cheeks from the ambient temperature rises to the tips of his ears. "you know what? on second thought, i can be done now," he says with a mischievous wink.

you giggle at him and drape his arm across your shoulders, holding his hand in front of your chest as you walk back to your shared home to get the rest of his clothes off.

thoma m.list || main m.list

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heyy, first time asking, and first of all - I love your content!!! I'm in love with your LI characters' interpretations. Could you maybe do M6 with like a thief-for-hire sort of MC? The kind of one that sits around in Rowdy Raven and waits for a job? And is probably very good at invisibility and forget-me spells. Thanks!

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a thief-for-hire MC

~ in the spirit of the Arcana, I'm interpreting this with MC being a hired thief the way Mazelinka is a pirate captain: robbing the rich to feed the poor >:3 this is so much fun, thanks anon! - brainrot ~

Julian

He finds you so relentlessly attractive like this that it makes him short circuit

Getting to sit with you in the corner of the Rowdy Raven while you wait for a job becomes his favorite way to pass the time

He'll just watch you over the rim of his mug, slowly losing his train of thought over the effortlessly intimidating and somehow cavalier attitude you give off

Few things make him want to kiss you more than when you talk shop to him

Just casually mention that you need to repair your grappling hook for an upcoming job and he'll drop whatever he's holding

"You know MC, if you wanted something to practice grappling with, all you had to do was ask."

Of course he understands that what you do is risky and serious business

Will wait up for you at rendezvous points instead of at home so he can check that you're alright right away

Malak is already a practicing guard alert

Because you're the harder of the two to notice, rumors spread that Dr Devorak is your point person. He's ecstatic

Asra

Immediately intrigued, but won't ask too much about it right away except for when you'll be away from the shop

Assigns Faust to watch over you

Casually appears just as a job is about to go very very wrong and maneuvers you both out of it

Immediately confesses to how they knew what was going on and apologizes for invading your privacy

But he's high on the thrill of getting in trouble like this, and it's for a good cause, and there are things he knows about Vesuvia's back alleys from his own questionable childhood ...

They don't want to form an official partnership, per say, but they would love to accompany you on trickier jobs as an ally

Fascinated by the tricks of the trade, if you have gadgets or tools that he doesn't recognize you'll have to put a lock spell on them so he can only fiddle with them in your presence

Faust is the greatest secret weapon you'll ever have

*knocks out a guard with her tail* Oopsie!

Nadia

There are warring opinions within her

One adores you. You're resourceful, you have and follow your own moral compass, and you're exceptionally skilled

The other side is concerned

You're breaking the law. She is an agent of the law. Neither of you should consider yourselves an exception to the law, which is why she prefers struggling for reform instead ...

Oh, but you make breaking it look so good

She operates on a need-to-know basis. If you never confess to her, as the Countess, that you stole, then she is under no obligation to bring you to justice

She does prefer you let her know when you will not be available, and if you will be in any significant danger

Stays up for you or sends Chandra to keep an eye out if it's late or risky

The exception to her "don't tell me" attitude is when she is officially off duty as the Countess, and merely Nadia, and very in love with you and your daring exploits

"Tell me, my love, what naughty little things have you been doing behind my back?"

Muriel

Wasn't really all that impressed until it became clear that you were even better at going unnoticed than he is

Grudgingly curious about how you manage to do that

And also if you would be open to demonstrating for him, not that he's in any need of improvement

Completely on board with your modus operandi. If he had grown up to be a different type of person, he'd be doing it too

As it is, the thought of stealing is still a little uncomfortable for him, so he turns a blind eye to your antics

Though anytime you tell him of a particularly impressive job you'll notice him puffing up with pride just a little bit

Will offer Inanna's services as a lookout and guide wolf. Also as an alert system in case you may be hurt or stuck and need his assistance

Your job has Inanna's full approval. She thinks that what you do is the coolest and lords it over Muriel that she gets to spend time with you at work while he mopes in the woods (her words, not mine)

Portia

If she didn't think you were just like a character out of a novel, she does now

She thinks it's awesome

Pumps you for details on all of your jobs and offers to join you on any that she could be of service for

She did spend quite some time on a pirate ship, after all, and nobody is as well connected as she is

Loves hanging out with you in the Rowdy Raven while you wait for commissions, but not too often because she is an ambassador and that wouldn't be good for her credibility

Speaking of her job ...

Highkey struggles not to ask you to steal other countries' state secrets for her when they're being difficult

Thankfully you haven't been faced with declining that request yet

Begs you to teach her some of your skills. One cloaking spell. Just one. No, she's not going to use it to eavesdrop on visiting dignitaries! Okay fine she would, but so what if she did?

Loves reading unrealistic heist novels to you just to hear you verbally rip them to shreds

Lucio

Saw your thieving skills in action when he was still a ghost/goatman and it was one of his reasons to get on your good side at first, he thought you'd make a great minion

Until it's revealed to both of you that at one point he used to be one of the main people you'd steal from

His visible reaction is an infuriated pout, he doesn't like things being taken from him, and he's still getting used to you being better at some things than he is

This quickly gives way to infatuation. You beat him at something. He thinks that's hot

Will try to bargain you into a thieving partnership

You initially say no, but after it's proven to be an extremely useful skill set on jobs, you agree to taking stealing jobs with him

On the condition that you're in charge

He's delighted by this and it ends up being a great way to further develop his moral compass. It comes more naturally to him to focus on benefiting the greater good than to define the details of his personal ethics

Keeps forgetting that bragging about it is not conducive to getting away with it

[heavyeditsnz]

Wipe(d)out (part 1)

its here its heeeere!!! a full story about Asahi and Ren! this one was SUPPOSED to be a short and sweet little oneshot... but it eventually turned into smthn a lot longer than i planned. so much that i split the fic into two parts to ease up my workload a little bit. i genuinely love writing about these two and i hope yall love them too 🥺

CWs: M/M, male snz, illness, stifles/holdbacks, on/off mess descriptions, game terminology and extensive brainrot /j word count: 6.97k

"hI'gKSCHoo!! he’h… h'TSSHuh!!"

He snapped forwards, finally giving in to an itch that had been brewing in the back of his nose. One hand gripped onto his locker door in an attempt to steady himself mid-sneeze, the other hand clamped around his nose to pinch his nostrils shut and limit the amount of damage done to the cloth mask strung across his mouth and nose. The overwhelming urge had been appeased, at least for now, allowing him a moment of reprieve. He sniffled and ever so slightly thumbed at his flaring nostrils through the fabric as he tried to concentrate on the day ahead.

Doing his best to ignore the dull aching in his head the young man returned to his task; precariously squatting down, gingerly resting himself against the closed locker underneath his own for support as he hefted his trusty Range Blaster from its case. He performed best with this weapon; its weight in his hands was a welcome familiar feeling, despite how warm and heavy and sick he felt that morning. The wheeze in his breath didn’t go unnoticed as he straightened himself upright. 

Weapon in hand, Asahi gave a deep, thick sniffle as he shut the locker door and trudged into the lobby past the odd pack of squids or two. 

Getting out of bed today seemed more and more like a mistake, he thought, if waking up heavy and warm with his throat uncomfortably tight and sore was any indication. But it was his partner’s idea to blow off some steam with a few rounds, and there was just no way he could say no to Ren of all people! (Even if Ren himself said otherwise.) 

So despite his aching sinuses and better judgment, Asahi dragged himself out of bed and down to the lobby to meet up, putting on his favorite thick, oversized Zekko hoodie despite the searing temps. The lengthy train ride from his tiny student flat to Splatsville was the least agonizing, at least he could catch a few extra minutes of sleep… Nevermind the fact that by the time he’d stepped off at the one station in between destinations he started feeling dizzy and itchy, or the fact that he’d been nudged awake by someone on the train.

Each step into the spacious lobby range eroded Asahi's will, and the urge to pull down his face mask and furiously wipe and scrub at his chapped and irritated nose grew more and more tempting by the minute— it itched and buzzed and burned and everything in between, and a certain Octoling was at its mercy today, sniffling and wiggling, trying everything he could to dislodge that unbearable itching. He needed a distraction, and his eyes wandered down to the Range Blaster in his hands- its weight in his grasp familiar and reassuring…

So again, despite his symptoms and rational judgment, Asahi hauled himself up and began to sprint, despite the immediate burning sensation in his chest, and aimed for the closest squid bumper, enticingly moving side to side on its track.

He shot a singular blast of light blue ink towards the target, a thin enough line for him to dive, swim close enough and advance, only to start coughing as soon as he was upright and out of swim form. His vision began to waver and he doubled over as his overworked lungs tried and tried to rid themselves of the perceived irritant. 

The coughing subsided after what felt like forever, and with a shaky tentative breath he righted himself again, softly wheezing as he readjusted his grip on the weapon. Recovering from that took a lot longer than Asahi would like; if he were in battle he would have been an easy target. 

Still, he tried to shake off the heavy haze of what he was pretty sure was an oncoming cold and focus on the target. He’d try for a different route this time, inking a second path around two of the bumpers in front of him, swimming through and resurfacing a good distance away from it. There was no need to close the gap between himself and the bumper, his fever-addled mind realized a second too late, and instead he could make use of the Range Blaster’s extended… well, range. Asahi aimed for the bumper once again— struggling to see around the wavering in his blurred vision; trembling, clammy fingers tightly gripping the barrel of his weapon. He shakily inhaled in an attempt to catch his breath, although that turned into another fit of coughs as he squeezed down on the trigger, the recoil throwing off his shaky aim even more as the shot exploded just next to the bumper- chipping off a small bit of the bumper’s health, not even enough for a two-hit indirect knockout. He groaned and sniffled and tried again, this time shakily aiming for the damaged bumper’s center before shooting again. The bumper exploded with a satisfying pop and Asahi finally allowed himself to relax, letting his shoulders slump and giving a heavy exhale (that inevitably turned into a chesty cough). He slumped against the pillar close by the moving squid bumpers; underneath the metal grates above him, grateful for the lessened amount of light coming through. His breathing came uneven and heavy, and Asahi’s wobbly legs began to give out, just barely upright in a feeble attempt to avoid sliding to his knees. 

He shivered underneath the cool, air-conditioned lobby atmosphere, drawing his arms closer to himself to try and retain some body heat. His thick hoodie held heat well, but even that didn’t seem to help.

If only there was a way to bottle up that famous Splatlands heat, maybe a swig of it would warm him to his core and kick that chill he had all morning…

Asahi gingerly pulled his mask down, giving into the urge to rub his twitching damp-rimmed nostrils on his hoodie sleeve, a discreet attempt at wiping away some of the ink-tinted snot threatening to leak out of his nose. This brief act only ignited another itch in the back of his sinuses, his glassy eyes watering as the stinging sensation pricked and needled its way up his chest, heaving with each tickly gasp. Asahi's eyes flickered shut, his head snapped back— 

His mask was still down, he couldn't reach it in time…

"hh'HIh—... hHI'IKSHH—!!" 

At the last second he pinched his nostrils shut as the itch finally exploded out of him, barely contained and setting off that dull, droning itch in the back of Asahi's nose once again. He'd forced most of the sneeze through his teeth to try and minimize the mess his leaky nose would have no doubt made, though this also resulted in a visible spray that he did his best to aim downwards and out of the open air. And all the while his mask dangled precariously from one ear, threatening to fall from his face altogether. 

“Hehh—” he suddenly gasped, and pressed his fingers together as tightly as he could. “-iIKSHhh—’KSShh!! hN’Gt—sshuh!!” He kept his nostrils pinched shut as he pitched forwards again and again, each barely suppressed sneeze sending bursts of pain that spread behind his eyes, rebounding and intensifying the droning, buzzing itch deep in his sinuses… but above all else the sneezing finally stopped for now, and Asahi gingerly un-pinched his nostrils, unceremoniously wiping the small leftover string of snot on his hoodie. He groaned, not bothering to conceal how crappy he felt, before roughly swiping his hoodie sleeve underneath his chapped, dripping nose. No one was nearby to see, anyway.

And then his chest heaved again.

"hI'hhH—... hhehH'—!"

Asahi was scarcely upright when the hitching returned, the dull, buzzing itch in the back of his nose quickly blossoming into an overwhelmingly strong stinging behind his eyes; one that sent a shudder through the sick octopus as his breathing snagged again. His nostrils flared, and Asahi pitched forwards into the crook of his elbow this time.

"’—h’HESSHEWW!! hHI'ITSHIEW!!! h’hehh-... eh’hhKSSHIEW!!"

The sneezing came painfully slow and relentless; that pent-up itch finally exploding out of his raw throat, scraping his voice and doubling Asahi over at the waist. Glassy eyes eventually blinked open, his vision fuzzy with fever and the oncoming haze of another sneeze; his damp-rimmed nostrils flaring with each desperate hitch. Each gasp came more strangled than the last, ending in Asahi finally doubling over into his sleeve. “H’ehh—... hE'hDSSHUUH!! Heh’hKSSHIEW!!”

His sinuses burned as the overwhelming itch finally exploded out of him, nearly knocking him over as the tips of his tentacles curled tightly in on themselves. Another flash of pain behind his eyes came and went with each forceful sneeze, his head throbbing each time he jerked forward, but the buzzing itch in his nose ebbed away again, thank God, and Asahi sighed heavily in relief and slowly stood up straight. The damp spot on his hoodie sleeve was the first thing he could feel, warm and pressed against his clammy skin. He gave a thick, exhausted sniffle as he pulled his arm away from his mouth, revealing a thin string of snot that broke almost as soon as he’d noticed it. 

His head felt hot and heavy, his nose still twitching and threatening to leak all over himself, and his hoodie sleeve was marred with blasts of stringy, ink-tinted snot. Asahi buried his twitching nose in the used sleeve and staggered towards the nearest restroom as quickly as he could, before anyone caught sight of how snotty he was. 

Thank God the restroom's empty, Asahi thought as he ducked into the nearest empty stall and sat down, grateful to finally be off of his feet for a moment as his vision started to waver and dip. He sniffled; thick, heavy, unproductive sniffles that echoed through the tiny stall space, and groaned in exhaustion as he slumped against the toilet and pulled his still-dangling mask from his right ear. 

Glassy eyes gazed up at the fluorescent ceiling lights while his vision continued to waver and spin. His chest crackled with every shaky inhale; his drippy, chapped nose irritated and flaring, generally not much better. 

Another coughing fit took hold of the sick Octoling, and he doubled over his knees as each cough ripped through his lungs and throat and left him even more sore than before once the coughs finally let up. The wheezing in his breaths didn’t go unnoticed and Asahi dug through his hoodie pocket for his rescue inhaler- he moved much more slowly than usual, clumsily popping off the mouthpiece cover and comfortably positioning the tiny little thing in his hand and firmly pressing down on its canister and inhaling deeply. Two puffs of medicine usually did the trick; as he sat still the wheezing settled down after a short while, and Asahi could breathe somewhat easily.

For a moment he weighed his options. Asahi thought about giving in; admitting defeat and sending Ren that fateful text; "I don't feel well." He thought of being back home, in his tiny student flat. In bed, cocooned in blankets and propped up with pillows, deep in a slumber aided by a cocktail of cold and asthma medicines, lulled by the rumbling monorail tracks above his flat and the drone of his TV. Maybe Ren was there with him, fretting over him, gently rubbing his back while he dozed in the taller Inkling’s lap…

Asahi was barely aware of the sound of the bathroom door opening, slowly sinking into a feverish daze that began to tune out everything around him.

Another chill ran through him, and Asahi drew his knees up to his chest, precariously resting the heels of his boots on the lip of the toilet bowl, still pitifully sniffling as he struggled to retain some body heat. Of course he chose the stall right underneath the air vent… and that air-conditioned chill was now blowing directly on him. His nose still itched and buzzed, a useless congested block in the middle of his face despite the near stream of inky snot spilling out of him. 

“hH’hDSHUUH—Hhh… hhE’zZSHOO!!!”

Asahi pitched forwards twice into his knees, barely covered and with enough force to dislodge the heel of his boots from the foothold on the toilet seat. A small burst of pain flashed behind his eyes each time he jerked forwards, and Asahi groaned in heavy discomfort when he finally resurfaced.

A careless attempt at inhaling through his near-useless nostrils triggered one last prickle in his sinuses, and between itchy, jagged breaths he quickly tore off a sizeable length of toilet paper and cupped it into his hands—

“hIIH’dzZSHHIEW!!! Ugh…”

“You ‘aight in there?” 

He flinched, and didn’t dare make a sound- when did someone else come in? And how long had they been there? He sniffled thickly and dropped his used tissue into the toilet bowl underneath; he had to reply… 

“Yeah-” 

His voice was unsteady and weak, straining from his efforts at raising his voice and scratching his raw throat, and gave way halfway through his response. Asahi cringed at how pathetic he sounded, but got no immediate reply. Had they left? He wouldn't blame them. With a thick sniffle he tore off a fresh length of toilet tissue and buried his nose into the wad to blow, producing an equally thick, unattractive sputtering noise as he emptied his sinuses into the cheap paper. 

The wad grew warm and heavy in his cupped hands, and once it was useless Asahi dropped it into the toilet as well before reaching for a third wad of toilet paper to blow into and thoroughly soil again. At least now he could breathe through his nose somewhat. “You sure you’re fine?” The stranger would ask again, their voice noticeably accented. “No offense, but ya sound nastier than a jammed Nautilus.”

He winced. Well, they were right about something. He felt gross.

“I-I’ll be fine,” Asahi rasped. His breathing snagged mid-sentence but he managed to keep the itch down. It was a boldfaced lie, of course, but he hoped they'd get the hint and leave him alone. He sat still, listening for a response… or for the stranger to finish their business and leave, which they would eventually do, and Asahi gave a shaky sigh of relief as the footsteps eventually hurried out and the heavy bathroom door clicked shut. Were they in a rush to get away from him, as audibly contagious as he was? The thought was funny to his feverish mind.

Now for the other hurdle, he just had to get out of here… With a shaky sigh Asahi pushed himself off of the toilet and to his feet, wobbling as he stood upright and leaning onto the nearest wall for support while his vision continued to dip and sway, clumsy hands fumbling to loop his mask around his ears and adjust the cloth around his mouth and nose; the fabric rubbing against his twitching nose triggering a weak itch that dissipated after a tired sniffle from him. The shivering still didn’t stop, only growing more intense as he tried to move. His head spun with each movement, and in a spur of the moment decision he grabbed the stall door’s handle, that way if he got too dizzy and went down he’d have some purchase on the way back up.

Asahi slowly shuffled out of the stall and over to the sink to wash his hands, clammy and cold and unsteady from his shuddering movements. He could barely smell the hand soap, but figured it was for the best…

As Asahi stalked out of the bathroom and into the range area once more, wincing as the sunlight from the windowed ceiling hit his eyes, he fumbled through his jacket’s pockets for his phone to see a missed text from Ren. He wanted to meet in the lobby’s upper floor cafe, so Asahi trudged up the lobby steps, ignoring the bright lobby screens searing his bleary eyes and the thumping bass from the speakers throbbing in his head… well, at least trying to, and over to the tiny corner cafe, where he nearly collapsed onto a barstool to wait for Ren to get here. The Jelly barista eyed him suspiciously but Asahi wasn’t paying much attention towards them.

He groaned softly to himself and reached up to massage his temples, hoping that would soothe the dull aching throbbing through his head.

There had to be something else to do other than sit here and feel miserable, so Asahi pulled out his phone, idly sniffling as he scrolled through his messages so he'd have something to do other than sit here feeling miserable. When that didn't work he switched to a game, sniffling thickly every so often as his nose continued to leak. Sniffling grew less and less effective. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up.

Asahi sniffled again— a little too hard this time, the inky gunk clogging his nose rippling against its tortured inner walls and triggering that painfully familiar buzzing itch in the back of his sinuses. That itch quickly grew into a needling, prickling urge quickly rising up his throat, threatening to blast out of his nose and likely all over his gear if he didn’t react in time. 

"H-H'eh-..." Asahi's eyes watered and his damp-rimmed nostrils flared, and his hands wandered up to try and contain the inevitable. He'd found a grip, and he quickly pinched his nostrils shut through the fabric of his mask as that prickling itch finally exploded out of him. "hE'pTCH-ew!!! hehh'h-... He'TCHH—!!!"

Each sneeze sent a dull ache through the sick inkfish; barely able to escape through his pinched nostrils and instead exploding through his body and sending him crumpling at the waist. His head throbbed with each jerk of his body, but relief overshadowed all as the incessant dull buzzing finally settled down for now. Asahi sighed softly in relief, sniffling (lightly this time) and gingerly rubbing his nose. 

Squish. He cringed. 

With a soft groan of discomfort he reached for the napkin dispenser closest to him and carefully pulled out a few sheets. Cheap paper napkins, undoubtedly rough on chapped and runny noses, but it was all that was available, and Asahi was in no position to complain.

He gingerly pulled down his mask and dabbed at his leaking nose with the wad of napkins, rubbing and massaging the damp rims of his nostrils with the rough paper to appease the lingering itch that made his nostrils flare with each breath. No doubt this would only chap and irritate his nose even more, but right now that was the last of the sick Octoling’s worries— his nose had finally stopped itching for longer than a minute, and he savored this fleeting moment of relief from his uncooperative airways.

Out of the corner of his eye Asahi noticed that the barista was still eyeing him suspiciously; did they want him to leave? 

"...I-I ca'd go sobewhere else if I'b botheri'g you…" Asahi rasped, his attempt at being courteous punctuated with a soupy, pathetic sniffle. He kept his voice low, just enough to keep from straining his throat while also masking how ill he truly was. 

In his mind, the barista kicking him out was totally understandable given how he was practically a walking germ beacon…

Surprisingly enough, the jellyfish shook their head, stretching one of its long arms to motion for the Octoling to stay put. Asahi didn’t question twice, and carefully wiped the dampened rims of his nostrils before blowing his nose into the wad of napkins (and even then, as quietly as he could). Somehow, even with less nose-blowing force the napkin was a soggy ink-tinted mess.

Thankfully he was seated relatively close to a trash can, so Asahi quickly tossed the soiled napkin wad away before reaching for the dispenser again; this time yanking out a fair amount of napkins to blow his nose into— still as quietly as possible, but with more effort put into clearing out his airways. Like before, this napkin wad was thoroughly soiled even with half of his effort.

Asahi felt gross. He probably sounded gross, too. 

He threw away the ruined napkin wad and pulled his mask up over his mouth and nose again before resting his head on the adjacent wall, its cool material feeling heavenly pressed against his warm, achy temples. The congestion didn’t budge much, Asahi still felt like his head had been filled with liquid concrete… but at least his nose wasn’t leaking all over anymore, that would have been disastrous if he needed to-

“Ha’h-…”

His nostrils flared. God damnit.

—

On his way up the stairs and to the lobby entrance, Ren’s attention was mostly on his phone. He felt good despite having to hurry to the station closest to the lobby in search of a good parking spot in the garage underneath. He’d been browsing previous tournament results on his walk from the station, scrolling through score listings from other X-rank players in the area— right now he’d found himself thumbing through recent matches from the Tentatek division, mostly just to keep up with statistics. This wasn’t his division, obviously, nor was it Asahi’s. But being informed was already a good thing, right? Besides, he’d taken a liking to watching some of the replays posted by the others in other divisions. Not even for any practical reason, like studying their moves or anything, just for fun.

He’d noticed a lack of available videos today, though, the same as yesterday…

I wish these guys posted replays more often, Ren mused to himself as he stuffed his phone into his jean pockets and stepped through the lobby doors. 

As he stepped into the cool, air-conditioned building and headed over to the locker rooms, Ren fished through his jacket pockets for his phone to check for any texts. The last message open was one he sent to Asahi, about thirty minutes ago on his way to the lobby: "On the way up", left on read. A bit strange, since Ren had known him to respond relatively quickly, but he chalked it up to him not being near his phone.

They'd meet soon in person, anyway.

He pulled out his earbuds as he messed with the padlock, occasionally looking up to watch as the locker room slowly began to fill up with new arrivals— a few solo or pair queuers in varying states of wakefulness, idly chatting or milling about as the music played overhead. The early morning energy here was actually quite nice, Ren thought to himself. Maybe he should visit the lobby in the mornings more often.

Ren stowed his water bottle and car keys, not reaching for his weapon case just yet. He’d rather wait until Asahi was here before he did any serious practicing. As he re-locked his locker and left the area as it filled up, he glanced up towards the second floor, just barely able to make out the top of the cafe from where he was. There was a spring in Ren’s step as he made his way towards the stairs, a grin on his face as he glanced towards the lobby screens to see what was up (Mincemeat Metalworks was in rotation, ew) on his way to meet with Asahi. There was a good chance that he was here early, or that Asahi had briefly left to go get a snack or drink, so he’d probably have to wait for a little bit. No sweat though, he’d developed a taste for the drinks from the 2nd floor cafe-

His ear twitched, and Ren glanced towards the cafe at the top of the steps. He’d heard something.

Ren slowly put his phone away. Was that…?

The weird sound was almost faint, but still airy and sharp. There it was again. It sounded like… someone was sneezing?

Now fully alert, Ren slowed his pace as he made his way up to the lobby’s second floor, craning his neck to try and peer above the stairs. All he could see was the edge of the tiny little cafe.

"hE'DTchh—!! hdtt'SHw—!! Hd'PTshh!!"

A familiar figure; hunched over the tiny cafe's bar. He'd recognize that pathetic sniffling anywhere.

Ren gently inched closer to the bar, about to greet the obviously sick octopus.

As he approached the cafe bar he lowered his voice, reaching out of Asahi’s line of sight to pluck up a few napkins himself, and quickly pulled away once the miserable Octoling resurfaced. He gave a long, deep sniff that didn’t seem to do much, and rested his head in his arms on the small cafe bar, not moving much after that save for a sniffle or two.

Ren inched closer, noting pale skin and lethargic tentacle hair that was a noticeably less vibrant hue than normal. 

He still had yet to notice his presence behind him. Concern needled at the Inkling’s conscience, and he reached out to try and get Asahi’s attention- just before he suddenly lurched forwards in his seat. “Eh’hKSSHEWW!!”

He cringed. 

Ren couldn’t see the damage from his current position, but the groaning and wet, soupy sniffling afterwards told him all he needed to know. 

He moved over to Asahi’s side, who still hadn’t noticed Ren’s arrival yet, and picked up the napkins again to offer to the sick octopus. 

���T-Tha’g you,” he could just barely hear him rasp, gratefully taking the napkins from Ren’s hand without a second thought, gingerly removing his ruined face mask before burying his leaky nose into the wad of napkins and looking up at whoever this kind stranger was…

His eyes went wide.

“R-Re’d?!” Asahi gasped, and right away the first thing Ren could hear was how horribly stuffed up he was.

He sniffled thickly, despite his panic, and quickly got up to try and make himself presentable, still pressing the wad of napkins up to his flaring nostrils. Ren was quick to notice that he wobbled and stumbled as he stood. “I-I’b ss-sorry, I ca’d go c-clea’d ub and be ready t-to—“

And before Ren could even try to respond, Asahi would barely finish his sentence before he pitched forwards mid-sentence into the wad of napkins in his hand. “hE’dtSSHUUH!! He’dPSSHEWW!!” 

A twinge of pity compelled him to go over and place a firm hand on his shoulder to try and steady his miserable boyfriend, even gently knuckling up and down his back to help him recover. He was trembling, Ren noted, and he heard a faint whine from him as he slowly righted himself, keeping the wad of napkins pressed to his nose while he sniffled more and more. 

For a moment Asahi’s eyes met his; glassy and reddened and barely focused on Ren despite his attempts to appear even somewhat well. He tried to speak, but his voice was weak and unsteady, and his words died on his lips.

Someone should have stayed home, Ren thought to himself.

"You look wiped.” He reached down to press the back of his hand against Asahi’s cheek to try and gauge his temperature, and was admittedly unsurprised to feel heat. Asahi was warm, very warm; nearly hot, not unlike pressing his hand against the shell of a running Explosher. “And you're runnin' hot.”

He watched as Asahi straightened himself up somewhat; still quivering in his movements, struggling to look him in the eye even as he used his frame for support. “I-I *sdf* w-woke up feelin' off…'' he began as he gingerly removed the napkin wad from his face, just long enough for Ren to catch sight of what he’d been hiding. Asahi's cheeks were flushed, the delicate skin around his nose visibly irritated and tinged an inky light blue. Combined with the tiredness in his glassy eyes and the heat radiating off of him...

The concern needling at Ren began to grow. Asahi was clearly sick, anyone could tell, and yet here he was, having hauled himself to the lobby anyway— just to meet up with him. "Well, if you woke up feeling bad then why did you still show up? You… kinda look like a hot mess."

He watched as Asahi’s expression changed; a sincere, apologetic look in his glassy, fever-ridden eyes. "I-I'b… *sdf* a mb'ess, I know…." he mumbled out, his voice weak and barely audible. "B-But I saw your text, a-a’d *snrk* I-I didn'dt wad't to just *sdf* lea'be you had'ging…" 

Ren noticed the ill Octoling slowly leaning into his hand even as he still tried to placate him, heavy eyes flickering like he was about to fall asleep just before he caught himself, suddenly straightening up and quickly pulling himself away from Ren’s hand. "W-We ca'd… *sdf!* S-Still do Turf War o-or…"

Ren eyed him closely as his voice trailed off, then he blew his nose into the napkin wad and hobbled over to the trash can to toss it, leaning against the wall for a moment to recuperate… slowly sinking down against the wall where he stood as his eyelids began to flicker, that being the only thing keeping him upright.

He'd admire the determination, but Asahi was in no condition to be battling today. 

"Alright… change of plans." Ren declared, as he pulled Asahi from the cafe wall. "We're going to my place. It's closer to the lobby than your flat, yeah?" 

"U-Uhh….*snf-*...W-Wha'd for…?"

"For bedrest, obviously."

Asahi opened his mouth to protest, only barely managing a pitiful squeaking wheeze before he instead doubled over into a coughing fit. 

"See? You sound like you can barely breathe." the taller Inkling tutted as he helped him stand upright, even tapping his boyfriend’s back as he coughed and sputtered. “Do you really think you can do Turf War like this?” 

While he didn’t intend on scolding his partner, that’s what it felt like either way— like chiding a schoolkid who’d been caught in some misdemeanor. Asahi’s rounded ears drooped ever so slightly, and he slunk away, weakly mumbling out another apology. “M-m’msorry….”

There he goes again, apologizing for things that aren't his fault…

Ren softened somewhat upon seeing him falter and avoid his gaze, then sighed softly and pulled the sick Octoling into a hug— his shivering lessened just a little bit in Ren’s arms, and he gave a pitiful sniffle as he returned the gesture, trembling arms slowly wrapping themselves around his partner’s waist. 

“Oi, don’t say that… We can always come back when you’re in better shape, y’know?” He knew he started to make some progress when Asahi relaxed in his arms, if only just a little. 

“B-But still…” Asahi started, his voice hoarse and weak and barely above a whisper. “Y-You made plans for me a-and everything…” He shuddered in his arms and coughed into his hoodie sleeve, and Ren decided to get him in bed sooner rather than later.

“And shit happens, yeah? Now let’s go home."

Ren grabbed another handful of napkins, plus an empty takeout bag to hold Asahi’s soiled face mask. He then dug through the pockets of his jeans to fish for something, eventually producing a crumpled paper bill to hand to the barista. “Sorry for the germs and all that,” he spoke quickly and in a hushed voice as the bemused Jelly took the cash tip, then hurried back to Asahi to make sure he was still upright.

As the two made their way down the lobby stairs, Asahi leaned over to rest his head on Ren’s shoulder as he walked with plodding, uneven footsteps barely in time with his own. With his head so close Ren could see his eyelids flicker and nearly flutter closed as the two made their way back into the range area, eyes glassy and barely focused on his surroundings. He seemed… dangerously close to falling asleep, Ren thought.

“Jeez, you really are wiped,” he spoke softly. “We’ll be home soon so you can lay down, ‘kay?” 

When they made it to the locker room, now considerably more populated than earlier, he guided him to sit down on one of the various couches placed in the lobby, though it was less of a sit-down and more of his legs just giving out. That was concerning.

“I’ll grab your stuff, you just rest here.” Ren took a moment to stay and reassure his ill partner, swaying this way and that as he stared up at him with hazy red eyes… hazy eyes that suddenly began to flicker shut.

The hitching came on right away, something Ren registered in the nick of time as he dug through his pockets for the cafe napkins he’d stored away earlier, hurriedly pressing the napkins around Asahi’s twitching nose just as he reeled back with one last gasp. “Oh, no you don't-”

Silence.

Ren wasn't sure what to make of the dead air between the two.

…Eventually, though, his efforts won out— Asahi slumped forwards into his hand and relaxed; a whistling sigh escaping his throat. And Ren gave a sigh of relief, having avoided a messy situation. “That was close… I’ll grab your stuff first so we can get out of here.”

He wasn’t surprised that Asahi didn’t respond— clammy hands fumbling to take the napkin from him, glassy feverish eyes lulling upwards to face the taller squid, and little else. Ren raised an eyebrow, staying put for a moment and eyeing his movements and waiting to see what he’d do next— watching as he drew his knees up to his chest, probably trying to keep himself warm, and eventually resting his head on his arms before going still. It wasn’t long before his eyelids fluttered closed.

Was there really any shame in letting him rest his eyes right here for a second? Besides, this was about as peaceful Ren had seen his sick partner today. He chuckled to himself as he headed over to the lockers. 

He’d grab Asahi’s things first, putting his Range Blaster back in its case before grabbing his backpack, loosely carrying the straps over to where his ill partner was catnapping and depositing the case and backpack on the couch space next to him. He shut the locker door and went to grab his own things as well before rejoining Asahi, still curled into himself on the lobby’s couch and shivering helplessly. 

Another twinge of pity came and went, now really seeing how disheveled his partner looked, and Ren felt compelled to rub behind one of Asahi’s ears. His hands were warm and steady, even as Asahi flinched and gasped. "Easy, easy," he lowered his voice, helping him stand up from the couch (holding him steady as he stumbled) and guiding him into resting his feverish head on his chest. "Don't you wanna sleep somewhere more comfortable?"

The noncommittal "mmhm" he got as an answer only strengthened Ren's suspicion. Asahi's hands were clammy and cold as they fumbled to grab onto his. His eyelids were heavy; that dangerous flickering having returned once more as his boyfriend veered closer and closer into falling asleep where he stood.

Was he imagining things? Or was Asahi getting warmer? 

He'd know for sure once they were home, and Ren comforted himself with that thought as he guided his ill partner out of the lobby doors. Both winced as the sunlight hit their eyes, and Ren quickly dipped with his sick partner into the shade of the nearby train station entrance.

Ren slowed his pace, moving in time with his partner’s uneasy steps as the two moved through the crowded station, steering Asahi away from crowds and nosy onlookers and into an elevator. The tiny space was quiet with just the two of them, with only an intermittent sniffle or cough from Asahi as the two descended. 

Thankfully his sister let him borrow her car for the morning.

Ren kept his sick boyfriend upright as the two shuffled into the parking garage and into the car. Asahi seemed to be declining by the minute, and the concern needling at the back of Ren's mind began to overtake his thoughts, a concern which only became more apparent as he watched Asahi stumble into the passenger's seat, clumsily buckle himself in, and curl in on himself before going completely quiet, save for the odd sniffle or sneeze or two being the only sign that he was still awake. He shivered, even underneath his thick oversized hoodie, and Ren thought to himself that it didn’t take much of a genius to deduce that Asahi felt much worse than he was letting on. So he’d try his best to make him comfortable. 

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for dear-yandere’s yandere alphabet for Pharma (Transformers)? Hope you have a good hiatus Panther! ^-^

Of course! I think I've read enough MTMTE to know how to write him so here's your insane doctor :) I'm on some Transformers brainrot so here I am to gift content about Cybertronians. I apologize if he's OOC :( I think I made him too unhinged compared to the comics?

I'd like feedback to learn how to write him better! He is a genuinely scary character.

Yandere Alphabet - Pharma (MTMTE)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Sadism, Torture, Violence, Restraints, Kidnapping, Energon/Blood mention, Darling is Cybertronian in this, Pharma is insane and cares little for the lives of others except you, Forced relationship, Mutilation, Dismemberment, Death, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Murder.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Well... Pharma is intense to say the least. He's become a sadistic doctor ever since Tarn started asking him to harvest organs.

He's dangerous, he was able to create an entire epidemic, send T-Cogs to the D.J.D, and honestly takes gleeful pleasure in tormenting his "patients" at times. He's deceptive and often thinks of how he can benefit from situations.

Showing his love includes a lot of spilled Energon and restraints if you ask me. He likes to have control with his darling and promises not to hurt you too much.

Pharma's intense because he could most likely hurt you and others around him easily. His love for you is dubious at most.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Pharma's a mad doctor. He'd kill anyone for you. His motto is that they're more useful dead than alive. He actually likes the idea of covering himself in Energon just for you.

Hopefully you return his feelings in one way or another.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He probably wouldn't fully mock you, more like tease you. If he abducted you, which he most likely will, he's restraining you to an operating table for the time being.

He feels this gives him control over you and prefers it this way until he can trust his darling. Pharma would surgically remove any weapons you have to keep you from retaliating against him.

Pharma would probably be sickeningly sweet towards you, all the while ranting about how much space you take up in his mind.

When he has you he subjects you to long-winded rants about his obsession, all the while telling you what he's done to you.

He won't mutilate you too bad., he loves you too much for that. Yet he will remove your transformation cog and weapons, keeping them all to himself.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Yes. He'd pick parts of you off to keep to himself. As this concept/alphabet has a Cybertronian darling it is possible.

It's disturbing to see pieces of you kept in a box, all while Pharma gleefully looks through it like a child with a new box toys.

There may be moments where Pharma gets vulnerable with you enough to chat spark to spark. Although he quickly covers this up when others are around. Truthfully... as much as he's a sadist... he hopes he won't have to hurt you too much.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

You can try but Pharma will learn from it. He's taken away your weapons and transformation cog for a reason and he's still armed himself.

If you still fight him then Pharma tries to see what else he has to remove. Should he remove just your hands or the whole arm? That or maybe your legs?

Up to you, sweetspark.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

It can be. He prefers you to obey him or scream a little but seeing you try to escape is fun. Pharma is sadistic in nature and would gain pleasure in watching you try to leave.

Especially if you have no arms or legs!

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Worst experience with PHARMA?

That could be a number of things, it would be the same with Tarn too.

This is the same Cybertronian who created a virus and killed patients for transformation cogs.

If I had to say your worst experience with him, it has something to do with dismantling you.

Pharma doesn't mind removing your arms and legs so you're just a torso and head. Why stop there? Why not make you just a head?

Pharma also seems like the type of yandere who'd keep your spark all to himself. As in he'd remove it, killing you in the process to keep you to himself.

But you won't have to experience the last one, as you'll be dead.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He wants to make you his partner. It's not uncommon for Cybertronians to date each other. He wants this more than anything with you.

He may also want to do some experimentation, yet he'll put you back together afterwards!

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

I'd say he gets jealous but hides it. He vents such frustrations by finding some poor Cybertronian to brutally mutilate. He hides it until then though... so he doesn't really lash out.

Everyone else is scrap compared to you.

Don't associate with such garbage, dear....

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Eerily affectionate at times despite his controlling and sadistic behavior. He manipulates you and tries to encourage you to behave around him so he can remove the restraints.

Pharma is able to be affectionate yet there's an underlying tone to it that feels like a threat. He'll trace his fingers across your shell, muttering about how you make him feel while he pokes and prods at you.

I'm not well versed in Cybertronian affection but he tries to be gentle with you at times, especially if he's already put you through enough trauma already.

He'd kiss you (if he can) and hold you despite your awkward position with the restraints. He coos to you, treating you like his most prized toy. He says he loves you... but you can't trust it based on what he's done.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You most likely meet him as Delphi station and work under him. He starts relatively normal except for being a control freak. He's very... uptight.

He doesn't truly lose it until D.J.D makes him start harvesting organs.

For the most part he respects you for working with him and trusts you. He seems to genuinely care about you and soon you become close despite his behavior. He's a skilled doctor who's great to be around.

Then he creates a virus... loses to Ratchet... and loses you.

By the time you meet him again he's working for someone else. He's excited to see you and encourages you to come with him! If you don't... well...

He'll just take you.

Most likely. Everyone soon knows he's sadistic as all hell but he's soft around you, In his own demented way.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

... I think I've covered this with your worst experience.

Anything ranging from removing body parts to possibly even death.

All of them once he has you in his care.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's patient at the start, but as his mental state dwindles it's less and less.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

It would be a long time but yes. If you died he may try to bring you back unless he is unsuccessful. In that case he mourns for a long time.

If you escaped, he's impressed, but tracks you down eventually. (He still has your t-cog and weapons)

Maybe a little bit but it quickly fizzles out. He would not let you go.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

When he started harvesting organs.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He'd try his best to comfort you despite your situation. He doesn't care if he's the one who's hurt and traumatized you. He still loves you and tries to show it through soft touches.

It goes about as well as you'd expect.

Experimentation and dismemberment?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not many. Probably distracting him somehow or gaining his trust?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I want to say he does worship you in a way. He worships your existence and your build. He'd go to great lengths to keep and have you.

Including mutilation.

Up until working at Luna 1 I want to say? He meets you on Delphi but doesn't become desperate until after.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes. Yes he would and he may even like it.

[ritens]

5 Character Associations : Raures & Lane

Thank you @arisenreborn for preparing this and for tagging me! Current brainrot may be dragdog but I’ll take this opportunity to further flesh out the core of these characters instead. To find what fits every variation/AU to some degree.

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS:

Calming sun shining in the face on a Saturday morning

The thrill of running barefoot through tall grass

Finding a big catch in the fishing net

The skip of heartbeat upon hearing alarming news

An extra minute spent on a thoughtful present

COLOURS:

SCENTS:

Chamomile tea - favourite drink

Log cabin

Dry algae - most of his hobby tools and clothes smell of sea

Dry birch bark - woven baskets

Kitten fur

OBJECTS:

Well used fishing rod - his father’s

Tall waterproof boots - for going deeper into the water to fetch the net

Loud whistling water kettle - adds to the ambience of the cabin

Driftwood ornaments in interior - adds to the scent, fond reminder of a home he lost

Government issued uniform - work outfit

BODY LANGUAGE:

Brow furrowed in confusion and concern

Honest smile - with mouth and eyes

Leaning in forward while sitting, curious and attentive

Instant and believable switch from casual to professional

Relaxed, near always open for conversation

AESTHETICS:

SONGS:

Adam Jensen - Sandcastles

Tungsten - The Fairies Dance

Fuimadane - Vidar

Nora En Pure - Altered Destiny

Sam Tinnesz | Tommee Profitt - Hold On For Your Life

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS:

Longing for something that no longer exists

The fading in and out of consciousness when there’s still work to be done but mind and body both are exhausted

Receiving a pleasant embrace or a kiss on the forehead

Odd conflicting shame over praise on a thing that could’ve been done better

Pleasure of art - mind and hand working in harmony

COLOURS:

SCENTS:

Wet dark dirt - common smears on his clothes when out on duty

Aged newspaper he’s collected to learn everyday history and gather what’s left of memories he never got to experience himself

Plain soap - mild and gentle

Fresh bread

Funeral home - the best way to describe the smell of undeath that sticks to his being

OBJECTS:

Neatest sketchbook known to man

Mother’s hip scarf

Bread (either edible or a trinket/charm in the case of the original undead Lane who does not consume food)

Perfectly sharpened blade

Neatly organised graphite in an ornate box

BODY LANGUAGE:

Composed but tense as if ready for something, anything, keeps his distance whenever possible

Downcast eyes to not draw attention to himself

Mind is visibly overburdened, over-analysing his surroundings

Parts lips at times as if to say something but closes them without a sound a moment later

Hint of a smile in pleasant company that quickly fades when perceived directly

AESTHETICS:

SONGS:

Raynes - Cast The Bronze

PHILDEL - The Stag vs. The Hare

slenderbodies - anemone

Patty Gurdy - Gurdy’s Green

Eurielle - Rescue Me

Sequence of the songs matters more than the songs themselves. I’ve chosen just one song for each character (first on each of their lists) so this was ROUGH. All of this was rough as balls to come up with and write down. I’ve spent 6+ hours SOBBING WAILING on it and it still doesn’t say anything I’ve wanted to convey. But I’m proud to have attempted to tackle this challenge nevertheless.

really hope Lane comes off unnerving to be around. he should feel like a living weapon, a ticking time bomb.

and Rau is a simple guy who loves simple life but is forced to work for government against his wishes, really

also don't have much to do with each other in the original setting. yet