#basically this all boils down to “how horrible can i make eins life before it gets too much”

[crayonverse]

details bout michael n eins dynamic. 2 me (cw physical/emotional abuse, cannibalism, suicide/suicidal idealizations, ableism, self-harm)

michael only refers to himself as eins father when he wants ein to do something, any other time hes just michael .

lets ein not refer to him as sir to make him feel more "special" .

after eins mom broke up w zack she sorta got a bit. out of it. she started neglecting ein and she became depressed. The First Step in ein distrusting others bc his mother stopped paying attention 2 him. michael used a small amount of his magic to control her and make her drown herself in the kitchen sink and then kidnapped ein, making it look like she had killed herself and ein had ran away. .

just as a small thing of me hcing ein as a transguy, michael named him ein bc the meaning of "ian" (which is what his name is just spelled weird) is "God is Gracious" as a constant reminder that michael "saved" ein. .

ein wasnt tested on w forever potions (in the early stages w the other kids) because michael absolutely could not let Zack know he had his other stupid kid. when ein found out about the testing he was extremely upset bc he wasnt "special enough" for it. picture ein 6 years old begging for medical malpractice to be used on him .

he was tested later but as a teen when michael got out, since he didnt have access to the other children. although he wasn't able to use the full potions since he didnt have access to emeralds at the moment, so he used diluted versions of the potions that weren't as powerful via syringes. ein gets a fear needles from it .

when michael n the other two idiots were locked in the pocket dimension ein went through a brief depressive period bc the One Guy he (thought) cared about him disappeared. when michael did get out he didnt tell ein immediately bc he . doesnt like ein but when he found out ein got arrested he told ein that he should stay in jail for a few months to "learn his lesson" .

slightly unrelated but when michael wanted him out of jail he also wanted ein to disappear off the radar so he faked eins death in jail. originally he wanted ein to die in like a riot but ein, sensing an opportunity, asked for it to say he killed himself instead. the opportunity being aphmau half way into her uni course looking up her old high school bullies to see what theyre up to and just finding out ein is Fucking Dead .

the potions michael uses on ein are mainly magic power related (like eins Green Laser) because he likes manipulating ein into doing things rather than using his magic because its "more fun" .

michael subconsciously views ein as his actual son (mcd travis) bc he feels like "this one is a better son" or whatever .

not a specific thing but mother knows best reprise from tangled is a Viewpoint on their dynamic 2 me .

ein is internally scared of michael but he never verbally says that and if anyone asks him if he is he denies it immediately bc he doesnt want pity. you can see it in his eyes though. elizabeth is really the only other person who mentions it but she mostly uses it to make fun of ein because she "doesnt think its that bad" (<- she is unaware) .

bc of michael ein absolutely hates unwarranted physical touch. he reacts violently if anyone grasps his shoulder from behind or touches his upper arms. the only touch he usually allows is people lightly touching his hair/head bc he still registers it as headpats (grabbing his hair usually results in him biting) .

michael usually physically threatens or abuses ein to reprimand him but sometimes he throws ein into the Metaphorical Torture Box for entertainment .

basically most of the things michael does to ein is for his own amusement .

he also heavily dehumanizes ein to convince him to do evil acts, rationalizing it to him as "you arent a person so is it really that bad??" ein does not view himself as an actual person at this point more so as a nameless soldier, a weapon, etc .

i used this for an old fic n stuff too but also michael makes ein commit cannibalism to forcibly dehumanize him more. he wants to make ein feel entirely disconnected from humanity (like michael feels for himself) so ein will basically be a "mini michael" .

ein also consciously copies michaels mannerisms/speech. only really elizabeth n zack notice it however and it just fucking freaks zack the hell out (elizabeth is also freaked out by it but mostly ignores it) .

theres just a general theme of a loss of control for ein in general. he gets a small allowance from michael and hes not allowed out overnight, all his communication is usually internally with the researchers or guardian forces. most of the time ein self isolates from them, viewing them as beneath him and michael. when they try to talk to him its a 50/50 whether he'll tell them to fuck off or he'll hiss at them .

another specific detail is pre s4 ein fucked up a potion and instead of his usual reprimand, michael used pliers to defang ein. in his head its the one thing ein can't rationalize about michaels actions (the one "seed of doubt" he has). he usually makes excuses for michael's actions towards him but being defanged is the only one he struggles with since he knows that michael knows how important his wolf side is to him .

pre s5 and just like at the end of s5 (when ein was seen on the bridge) he was going through another depressive episode bc he missed his ears and tail. he was mainly just going through the motions of his daily life but he was barely holding on. michael repeatedly discouraged ein from committing because the plan would be messed up because of it (michael said that directly to him) and he would imply that ein would be a traitor if he went through with it. .

michael actually flipped between discouraging and encouraging ein to commit to see what he would do. .

he's caught ein self-harming before, w ein attempting to either drown or smother himself. michael doesnt like doing this regularly but most of the time he lets ein hug him so he feels "comforted". other times michael just scolds him and tells him to not do it again. .

i also hc ein as a low empathy autistic (bc # me) and he used to stim very openly and loudly but michael disliked that part of him so he "trained" ein to not stim in public which just results in him being constantly overstimulated, a contributor to Ein being fucking mad all the time. hes like a hair trigger away from a meltdown at all times .

the only method of stimming ein can usually get away w is when he scratches his arms/scabs. unfortunately he doesn't trim his claws and it usually results in ein making himself bleed or reopening scars. michael has attempted to get him to stop doing this but its pretty much a compulsion for ein at this point.

[lestkarrkingofeurope]

@monophagia​ liked for a drabble!

“Filthy traitor.” 

The words spat out like vice-filled poison, the intentions of speaking such were not far from that either. It was clear between the two individuals just what sort of ‘bond’ they had. It had never been any different since their first meeting...was what he’s considered a lie. There was no doubt, that as much as the thought sickened him, it was very true--that once, at a point in time a millennium or so ago...he had looked up to the higher individual with admirable respect. And for quite a while, he may add, until the bastard revealed his true nature. Despicable likeliness.

“Wie beschämend.” Looking down at the older vampire’s grotesque vessel, his comment did not fall short upon what was left of the other’s dignity. Not in the slightest. 

After his little comment, the childish King didn’t hesitate to reach down once more, roughly grasping Rigr by the front of his clothes, now tattered, but there was just enough mended together for him to grip onto. He yanked the other upwards, bringing their face close together. Oh, how he hated the other’s face--so very much. It was awful to be this close. That same nonchalant yet amused look in his dull eyes, as if telling him that he’s seen far too much to care about what little antics Lest pulled.

Antics, right. He was only a child, what could he do to someone of a higher rank? Of greater power? Nothing, right?

“Wrong.” Even if Rigr hadn’t spoken, only Lest imagining it in his thoughts, he still replied aloud. The other looked baffled for a brief second by his sudden outburst, then the same smug look returned. He wasn’t even fighting back. Was this just a game to him?

Of course it was. Just like with Lest, everything to him seemed like a game, even this. At least that was one thing they had in common--after so long of having differences. Brilliiant. Of all things to relate to, it had to be something as petty as this.

Petty, was this really? Who knows, but definitely, blood had been spilled. Even if this perhaps started out as a petty matter, can it still be considered as such? Someone was hurt, and to a point beyond just flesh wounds. Wounds carved deep into emotions and very soul. But who was who? Rigr with the raw, bloody flesh wounds, and he with the emotional pain carved upon his soul? Which would be easier to recover? The latter or former? And if either had the opposite? 

“It doesn’t matter.” Ah, he did it again. “Just shut up, already! You’re so damn noisy.” His grip on Rigr’s clothes tightened, his other hand coming up as a fist, then brought down, brutally across his cheek. There was once more a definite crunch as the other’s skull shattered. That cheek sunk in as if it were heated dough, lacking in support; his eye sunk deep into its socket as the frame collapsed with no support from the cheekbone, creating an effective macabre appearance.

Ah. Again. Just as suddenly, the other’s face swelled once more. Shattered skull mended, eye returning to its original state, no indication there was ever a wound there. 

“You’re damn annoying, don’t you know that?” He gazed down distastefully at his body, seemingly normal as both human and vampire on the outside, but he knew there was a monstrosity lurking underneath. “To think you’ll go this far--how far have you sunk?”

A hand was raised, then brought down on the other side of Rigr’s face. His skull smashed inwards, there was an explosion of blood, bits of skull, flesh, and brain matter. Macabre appearance indeed. “Was it all worth it? I thought you didn’t bleed anymore, that you were neither human nor vampire--but what’s this?” Gloves long gone from his hand, Lest probed with bare fingers at the gruesome mess, picking up a thick wad of flesh and brain matter together, holding it slightly above Rigr’s face. He shook it slightly, droplets of blood and God knows what else coming loose and falling onto the undamaged side of the other’s face. 

“1...2...3.” Just as predicted, he watched it unfold before him. 

Skin regenerating faster than any wounds on a vampire he had witnessed; muscle realigning and crisscrossing; the broken pieces of the skull blooming up as some horrendous flower and sealing together once more; just before the wound healed completely, he could see even the brain rebuilding itself--horribly fascinating. “ ‘Returning to one’s original state’, that’s the most accurate description of us vampires when it comes to ‘regenerating’ or ‘healing’, but for you...that’s far from it. Very far.” He dropped the decaying bits in his hand, letting it fall right on Rigr’s forehead and let it sit there. The other didn’t even flinch, only continuing to gaze up at him silently, still very much alive. 

“I hate that smile of your’s--I know you’re mocking me as you are now. As if you’re just saying, ‘I’m putting up with your childish banter because it’ll make you feel better about yourself’. Did I really never mean anything to you? In the past when I made the effort of trying to appeal to you, just anything that would make you at least accept me. It’s hard trying to adjust to a new life, especially after nearly dying, the least you could’ve done was insult me or taunt me, but you only ever ignored me. Do you have any idea the...the terror I felt that if I wasn’t liked by my superiors, I would certainly die? I wasn’t wrong, was I? You didn’t hesitate to cut me in half, not even a millesecond of consideration. But by then, the terror I felt from not being liked or accepted by you was gone, because at least Lord Geales didn’t mind me so much. Not only that, but why would I want to be favourable to a traitor like you? Someone who doesn’t think twice about sacrificing their own brethren for their own means? Was für eine Schande.” 

As if to release and free himself of the building anger and bloodlust that boiled within him, he forcefully gripped the other on opposite side of his head. In the same gesture, he abruptly twisted his head in one direction, giving a quick jerk and heard the satisfying snap of the spinal cord breaking. He turned the head a complete circle, the neck obviously bulging out at odd angles from the shattered cord underneath--but of course, the other was still alive. As if to brush off a mere annoyance, he gave a small shift of his head before easily rearranging his head once more, the neck realigning and spinal cord mending. It was like he was only dealing with a child throwing a temper tantrum.

“You’re really starting to sicken me, Lord Rigr.” He stood up from where he sat on the other’s chest, the knee that had been pressing painfully tight against the exiled traitor’s chest gone. The broken ribs he had prevented from healing now rushed to do so. The sunken mass that was the other’s collapsed rib cage slowly inflated, rising up until it returned to its original appearance. Foul beast. “Or rather, should I address you as Mr. Saitou, or Lord Saitou? Which do you prefer? After all, I’m but a mere annoyance and pest, right? Right?” The other still stayed silent.

“Tsk. Now I understand why Lord Geales let me deal with you for a bit--I can’t finish you off or condemn you to anything, you never listen to someone who you don’t see as an equal, much less take them seriously. And certainly, you won’t let yourself die by my hands, someone of lowly Third Progenitor rank, and a mere child at that, right?” Though his tone held bitter contempt and resentment, he only looked bored, or rather more exasperated. He had always fantasized about getting back at the previous Second, tearing him apart with his very hands, and happily doing it, but now that he was presented with such an opportunity...it seemed more like a menial task than a golden opportunity.

“I had thought this confrontation of our’s would be longer...but you’re not contributing at all to the conversation. You can’t expect someone to hold interest with such a disrespectful mannerism, right? Not only did you lose your identity and sense of self, but you’ve even lost basic manners? I pity you, My Lord.” He roughly kicked the other in the side, enough blunt force packed into the action to rupture vital organs within--but what did that matter? He would recover without issue, and not being a vampire and needing to drink blood only made it more bothersome. If anything, he could just be an affective, long-lasting punching bag. If he stayed as quiet and pacified as he was now.

“Then as a parting gift...here’s a little return of a...favour.” He backed away from the other, a bored expression on his face, “Please, do stand. It doesn’t seem respectful to accept a gift from someone while lying down.” It was all for tricks, just a facade, a little joke. But even so, the other had the audacity to mock him even further, by listening to him and slowly rising to his feet. It would’ve been less insulting had he said something, but the bastard kept silent the entire time, only moving to stand up as Lest asked of him (rather it was a passive aggresive command). Oh, how he longed to snap his neck and kill him just as quickly; too bad that didn’t happen earlier. 

At least this painful, one-on-one reunion was over. The only somewhat good thing that came out of this was, well, at least he could tell his previous Lord the thoughts he had kept to himself for far too long. Stupid, yes. Unlikely of a vampire to hold such thoughts and concerns? Certainly. But now that he was able to tell the other everything, his troubled mind was finally at peace--on matters that concerned the ex-Progenitor anyways. His worries and fears, petty as they may be, he didn’t have to keep silent about it anymore; at least there was one good thing about the other staying silent, having Rigr’s full attention to whatever Lest said was somewhat a comforting thought.

As soon as the other was firmly on both feet, Lest charged towards the other, not giving him a chance to prepare himself. An arm was raised outwards, hand arching up in a deadly manner. The next second, he swiped down with his outstretched hand, downwards diagonally across Rigr’s body. As he skidded to a stop behind the taller male’s body, he gave a slow exhale, closing his eyes as his mind slowly cleared itself of all the frenzied mess. A silent second passed, then the next thing he knew, the other individual’s body promptly collapsed. It happened so suddenly with no hesitation...just like how he had done to him.

Rigr’s body was in two, cut from the shoulder and down across to the waist. A clean cut. Just like how he had done to him a while back, very well seeing the look of fear he had on his face when he had tried to elude his attack. No such luck. It wasn’t as satisfying to do than Lest thought, but at least his grudge had been somewhat settled. Somewhat. 

“Nun, das ist ein passendes Aussehen für Sie.” He didn’t even turn to look at his work, knowing very well what gruesome state the other was in. He just didn’t want to see that same smirk on his face, it already irritated him enough. 

Raising a hand to the side, he gestured a farewell to the other, not even a proper goodbye before he walked in the opposite direction. He knew that Lord Geales had seen what he done, from wherever he was watching afar, as well as the other common vampires gathered with them. Ah, that was right--he hadn’t been alone. Neither of them. But again, they weren’t there to protect him. If ordered by Lord Geales, they would rush in to restrain him, Urd himself as well joining. They would try to suppress him while Urd dealt with Saitou, if the latter fought back, but he didn’t. Their only concern was Lest, and to see whether or not he’d go too far. 

How can I even go ‘too far’? That bastard can’t be killed--not by me anyways. That was his last thought before promptly leaving the scene, brushing himself off as he lamented over the loss of his gloves. 

“And they were one of the nicer pairs, too.”