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impish-baby · 2 days ago

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Hi! I hope you make sure to drink some water, eat a little something, and keep warm. May I request a fic where let's say the hero's sidekick gets kidnapped by a group of villains? When they wake up in an unfamiliar place they panic and start to regress but they're trying to hide it when they begin to get interrogated...(they're failing miserably at hiding it)

Maybe the villain and sidekick are hybrids? Up to you. Thank you and keep safe!

In April, I open my bill - platonic yandere! villians × sidekick! reader (pt.1) - 🪶🗡

You're so getting benched after this.

It's not even your fault that you were caught! Maybe you begged a little to go out on a mission, but it was supposed to be a simple stake out, not an ambush. Nobody has let you out on the field without a babysitter since you started training! And the one time you are, you're kidnapped. Great. You'll never hear the end of it.

To make things better, there's a power suppressor strapped to your ankle. Cowards. It not like you're already bound to the damm chair you woke up in, they just had to go the extra mile. Maybe they see you as an actual threat? A tiny bit of pride swells in your chest.

You are a threat! You're part of the best hero team there is, doesn't matter that you aren't debuted out to the public yet, you're still an important member!

.....they're going to come save you soon, you know it.

There's no way you've been passed out for very long, a few hours at most, right? Yeah, it won't be too long now.

On the bright side, you're not beat up! A small donk to the back of the head and that's it. Your wings ache from being fixed to your back, but at least you'll be able to stretch them when you're back to base. Gotta look at the positive things.

When the door clicks open you're just expecting to see the same idiot goons that grabbed you in the first place, not the nemesis of your mentor.

You take it back, there's absolutely no positives.

"My, you are certainly a treat.. I should've given Helix and his crew more credit." Asphodel has a pleasant smile on his face, it's the opposite of comforting. "You're the one that's gotten the city all in a buzz, huh? The little sidekick Apollo took so graciously under his wing.."

You're not scared. You're not. You're terrified.

So much blood has been split by the villian you could fill an ocean and still have some leftover. He's cruel, careless, the last hero he sinked his claws into was dropped unceremoniously on the steps of the capital building. The only thing your team might be retrieving is a corpse.

"So, dearest, I'm awfully curious. Everyone is really. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" A plush stool is dragged in front of you so the villain can sit, his own wings spread out gracefully behind him. Lucky bastard.

When you only glare silently he chuckles, his smile turning into a smirk. "Aw, are you shy? Poor thing, here, I'll go first to ease your nerves." Asphodel holds put his hand like he expects you to shake it, "I imagine you know my name already, so I won't bore you with telling you things you're already aware of, but I have very special plans for you. It's such a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

You'll die alone. The last thing you'll have done before going out is getting in a stupid argument with everyone because they said you weren't ready to do things solo. At least you can't tell a dead person I told you so. Nobody can blame you for the wetness slipping down your cheeks either.

"Oh, are those tears already?" He feighns surpise, placing the previously outstretched hand over his heart. "I thought you were a hero in training? How unbecoming of someone under the city's golden boy's tutelage."

A pathetic chirp almost leaves your lips before you bite your tongue. You just want your nest. You want to wake up like this was a horrible nightmare and have Apollo baby you like you're a delicate fledgling again.

"I haven't touched a single hair on your pretty head and already you've started with the waterworks." He gives a disappointed sigh, "perhaps that's why you've been here a week with no pesky heros showing up, they finally have a chance to be rid of a weakling among their ranks."

A week? No. No, someone would've come for you by then.

"Hm?" He leans towards you, cupping your cheek surprisingly gentle. It still makes you flinch. "You don't believe me, do you, dear?" Asphodel hums, leaning back and pulling a phone from his pocket. "Here, see for yourself."

The mission was Monday, it's 10 pm on Saturday now.

A news report just rubs salt in the wound, there's not one mention of your name. Not a missing persons report. There's nothing to attribute that someone's been looking for you at all.

"It's a little mean of them, isn't it?" He turns the video off before putting the phone back into his pocket, "Abandoning you here with me, don't fret though, darling."

A broken chirp finally does leave you when he reaches to pet your head, his eyes widening almost as much as yours are. "Oh. Oh. That does make my job so much easier."

He stands up in a blink of an eye to reach under your costume, shushing you softly. "It's ok, I'll only be a moment." Asphodel gasps when he brushes your feathers, stepping back and wagging a finger at you. "Naughty thing, do you know how bad for you that is? Goodness.."

You're still frozen still with fear and shock, not even moving when he starts to untie you from the chair. "Honestly.. we'll hope that you haven't done any permanent damage, it'll be a shame if you're grounded because of this."

You were told that it's safe. That you still used your wings enough, so you didn't need to worry about your flight being affected. You trusted Apollo and the others more than anything.

"There we are.." Asphodel also goes ahead and takes off your cloak for you once the restraints are gone, cutting two slits into the back of your undershirt with his talons so your wings can slip through. "Perfect, that must feel so much better."

It does, or it would if he didn't immediately start picking through your feathers.

"Hush," he's being careful, straightening anything that's out of place with a practiced hand. "I'm helping, my dove. You're safe, those old nasty heroes that betrayed you don't matter. Just focus on me."

You don't mean to melt into his arms, but all the emotions you feel mix into a confusing mess. Being held makes it go away a little.

"Good, you're such a good little one, aren't you?" He coos, words dripping with honeyed sweetness. "You don't think about anything else other than feeling safe with me, that's all you need to know."

(a/n: apologies..I got away from the prompt with this I think qwq hopefully it was still enjoyable! I'll do something more with reader regressing if there's interest)

#platonic yandere #famial yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere x reader #yandere agere #forced agere #forced age regression #yandere age regression #you've got mail! 📨#oc: cuckoo song 🪶

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8ysharkstar · 2 days ago

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Hey, can I requested the Beasts x yanderer!reader? All the five Beasts in one fic, how greedy I am~ My ideal is that reader is also a fallen hero with the Beasts and of course they are corrupted and join theirs lovers to wreaking havoc over earthbread, when the witch steal the Beasts. Reader is the only one who espaced and many years like what happens in the orginal story, when everyone think the seal is recover, reader slash the tree and help Shadow Milk get out in front of everyone and reveal that they're the six virtues who espaced many years ago... I let you continue here -_- because stuck for ideas you know:))))Hope you receive it and have fun writing it:))) I don't know if it too hard for you but hope you won't mind my greedy:'))) Sorry for bad english:))))

[ This is gonna take a while but sure!! ]

( 5 Beast Cookies x Yandere!Reader )

" if I were a beast, I'd never eat your brain! I just want your heart "

TW! Yandere theme, Obsession, plus spoilers of beast yeast 1-2,

! Yandere

> not that accurate lore?

Rcm Song; The Zombie Song | Stephanie

☆;

Passion, what could that be. Love? Strong love, Love is always in the air, I myself find my colleagues somewhat, my type... Something about them just makes me go CRAZY! My passion for them is on top of my limit! His knowledge to give, her happiness to spread, they're change and solitary to show, her dreams to fulfill theirs. I just want to.. keep them to myself, but I must keep educating my students on how to grow love to others, keep myself sane... But I felt like a need to protect them... Keep them away from other people... I just want them FOR MYSELF.

...

Leverage; ...

Those were the last words before I got myself corrupted. It was difficult to keep myself sane on most of the time, this time I broke myself. How sad? Well atleast my colleagues are the same as my kind.

I've caused havoc many eons ago, I gave them misinformation, causing them into believing and yet it shows that they're just some foolish cookies that could easily be manipulated. Cute isn't it? yet I was sealed in a silver tree. A TREE? BY THE WITCHES, But I was able to get myself out, those pests tried to seal it back, but I was able to trick those little pests, what a foolish one, to think that I was sealed away. I was not able to save my colleagues in time, I found a way but...

I found someone that shadow milk has been talking about the past time we've been trapped in the silver tree. Someone named pure vanilla cookie? Say, I might've found him in beast yeast, roaming around with his little friends, how cute? Maybe I can join in the fun to get them lured, especially HIM.

"I'll take this taken care of silverbell, well hello there the friends of white lily cookie! Welcome to the faerie kingdom, I'm margarine faerie cookie! How may I assist?"

The other seems happy to see other "faeries* talking to them, they seemed... Delighted.

"it is an honor for you to help! May you please show the way on where white lily could be"

Hearing they're voice itself feels like like a fork piercing through me. But all seriousness, really.. white lily cookie? Well, anything to get them on their tails.

As we got to white lily, it's a matter of time silver bell sent them to elder faerie, so I could think of a plan on how to lure them. Maybe if I cut the seal, which caused it to open the tree. Maybe they'll try to seal it back, my predictions to lure them, genius, I know I am!

...

Slashing it open causes everyone to get alerted by the open wounded tree. How convenient? It wasn't me, I could never! Someone else did it.

...

They are all there, it's time!

[ ! ]

The wound gotten bigger from an unrecognizable entity, could it be?

SHADOW MILK COOKIE!

He used to be know as Knowledge but now to change to Deceit, I myself, Passion to leverage? How cruel I could be to trick them into believing!

May these little foolish crumble to BITS.

We toyed with our puppets, let one die, I say it's pretty intertaning for both of us!

But both of us caught up to the fact that she was able to seal both of us back to our place. Unfair? Pretty unfair, should've been US. But atleast, I'm with my lovers again!

"say, we tried our best, but we'll get them back. And maybe we could be more than colleagues? Would do you say, my spouse's. Could we try Again, new body, physical form. Someone by the name dark enchantress could help."

Oh how much I just want them for myself, I wish we can't never seperate EVER.

THIS ONE GOT ME THINKING SO MUCH SNIXNQBZ, Anyways

#crk #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #crk x reader #burning spice cookie #burning spice x reader #silent salt cookie #mystic flour cookie #mystic flour x reader

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utilitycaster · 2 days ago

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didn't want to keep dunking in the tags of someone else's post but really I think the conversation about Bells Hells gets to a very deep part of tumblr discourse that I think a lot of us think but don't say, which is that a huge number of people online playact at being extremely radical in their politics or presentation and are in fact super boring and normal and generally ineffective in real life and probably will be till they die. and I am super boring and normal in real life but actually feel okay about my efficacy in terms of living my political values irl. I am not on the whole pretending to be anything but someone who, if you met me on the street, you would assume has frequently been the too-out-of-breath-to-talk friend at the Broadway-themed Soulcycle class before going on to a 1.5 mimosa/1 skim milk pumpkin spice latte brunch*. and I think therein lies the problem, that Bells Hells is a power fantasy of radical change without meaningful and tangible personal sacrifice or effort, fueled entirely by wildly misplaced blame for personal grievances real and imagined, and this will never happen in real life because it's stupid. I've felt on some level all campaign that most of the hate and harassment I've gotten have been from people who are just really mad I'm not writing their meta for them because I'm much, much better at it and they don't want to put in the effort to do it themselves, and I think this is also their approach to many of their political goals, that maybe if they post mean things enough someone else will take on all the risk and effort so that they can continue explaining why whatever they were watching on the couch for 8 hours straight is actually super leftist. and so I think they're now mad that more and more, people find their takes boring and unimpressive and pretty stupid rather than their intended shocking and provocative (particularly those directed towards an audience that crucially can't throw a punch at them over the internet and won't call them a slur), and that that audience responds to them with a general air of "okay yes I see your booty shorts read 'enemy of the state' and you have the right color laces on on your docs but it seems like once you eliminate 'reblogging posts' and 'making lists of media to consume to become a good person' your 'direct action' actually consists solely of 'flipping off the comically large American flag at the Honda dealership' and I actually volunteer in my community so I'm gonna go but if you're ready to leave the kids' table sometime before you're 40 we'd love to have you." anyway yeah a lot of people on social media are posers, is what i'm saying, and the fact that they're so bothered by someone like me calling them posers is why they are posers, and BH is for the posers.

*I am not and indeed I hate most of these things but I am well aware this is almost certainly the vibe I'm giving off

#does this make sense. i'm pretty tired.#cr tag

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minaharkerdailymirror · 1 day ago

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Mina felt herself tear up as he told her he didn't taste Dracula, he tasted her strength he tasted her power. It made her feel like she had more control of what happened that she actually did

And then she had a name of the bastard. Marius. Good, she was going to remember that for later. But as he spoke of his pain, she held him tightly, "It's different, you were a child. You never were given any choice. You were never told you could. If you'd refused him, he'd have just taken what he wanted anyway, as Dracula did. I could not fight him by myself. I had help. I had people fighting for me. You did not. You couldn't help what happened and it wasn't your fault. You made the best out of a shit situation to survive."

He at least realized what happened with that bastard wasn't alright. That was progress.

Oh Mina couldn't wait to find a way to kill him.

But for now, she focused on her husband's pain. It would be too easy to just brush off his fear of what tasting his blood would do to her, but he'd already lived this before. She could say she would be different, and she could resist. But he'd had to have heard that from Daniel, and Daniel had proven him right.

"I won't ever ask again;," she told him quietly, "If you change your mind later, we can talk about it. But I want you to know....whatever happens, I trust you."

She knew there may be a time in the future where something might happen to her, and he'd have to make a decision. And whatever decision he made, she would never hold against him. If he let her go, she could finally rest....but if he opened his vein and turned her....would she be alright with that? Because Mina knew the agonizing grief of watching someone die in front of you; someone you loved more than anything.

SHe rested her forehead on his, "Can you taste how much I love you? Can you feel it radiating out of me when you look at me?"

Mina snorted when he whined, "Yes, we're playing but you should still know. In character, I should tie you down and give you a good couple of taps but it's just my instinct darling. I'll be better."

Because he wasn't evil.

When he asked about Dracula, when he brought that animal into their marriage bed, Mina felt her stomach clench. She shook her head on instinct, "No. I never wanted it. I never wanted him. It was forced into me...a little bit each time...and then he would make me forget and the next night it was the whole thing again."

And then those nights returned to her years later, stacking on each other as she processed what a nightmare she'd truly lived those weeks

She struggled to find the right words to say, "I know i've probably bled out his blood a long time ago. I've not been kind to my body. But it still feels like his rot is in me sometimes. Do you taste it when you drink from me? Do you feel....do you feel him?"

She rested her hand on his chest, "If you don't wish me to, I'll never ask again. I know it's all in my head and this is your body. It's your choice what you do with it."

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animinarts · 1 day ago

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Everyone has been talking about Shouma and Hanto so I decided it's time for me to rant about them now since the reveals are out:

Since the beginning, these two have already had a chance to encounter each other, no matter what. Hanto was hunting down the Granute that took his mom, while Shouma had been fighting against the Granutes since he came to the human world

So when they finally started interacting more, it felt sort of rewarding to finally see the main and secondary characters working together despite not knowing everything. Even when Hanto became a Kamen Rider himself after his mentor passed away, their first meetings were set up hilariously

In a way, Shouma and Hanto are opposites of each other yet also have their similarities. Shouma was locked up his whole life in the Granute world unable to explore the outside. Hanto meanwhile was exposed to the real world ever since he lost all his family members which got him into trouble like joining a gang in high school. Their only source of happiness in their childhoods were their mothers who were both taken away from them by the Granutes

Then came the identity reveal episode and I started thinking about how the episode could've moved the story in different directions. For starters, Shouma could have revealed everything right then and there which will explain why he's fighting in the first place. Yet Shouma decided to hide his half-Granute self away since he learned about Hanto's deep hatred for them

The confusing part is if Shouma knew that it was risky to hide such a big secret from Hanto, why choose to stay by his side and fight alongside him? Shouma could've pushed him away to keep the distance between them so the eventual fallout wouldn't be as impactful. But instead, Shouma chose to play with fire and got burned in the process. Even in the episode of the reveal when Hanto offers to shake his hand there's clear hesitance in Shouma's actions before he eventually commits to the friendship

Shouma had grown up in a world where only his mother provided him any source of happiness so being able to make friends in the human world is a huge deal for Shouma. But his half-Granute side keeps him from forming deeper connections with any of them

Moving on to Hanto, his reaction to the reveal in my opinion is totally justified. Shouma was the only person he could trust and the only person that cared about him and hearing from someone else about his secret must've hurt. I feel as though his anger came more from the betrayal that Shouma didn't tell him the truth. They've been through a lot together and Hanto even had his doubts about Shouma but brushed most of them off cause he trusted him. Then finding out that Shouma hid such a big secret kept from him must have been devastating. Due to this misunderstanding and the addition of Bitter Gavv in this upcoming episode, I fear that more pain is to come

The other thing that's intertwined with them is Shouma having memories about Hanto's mother. This is just a theory but I believe that maybe Hanto's mom helped Shouma back to his own mother but sacrificed herself in the process. Meaning that she had saved his life when he was a child which would make the repressed memories make more sense since he saw someone get killed in front of him when he was younger. It is only a theory though and I'm curious to see where they go with it

The thing that hurts me the most is that through these past 10 episodes, they really showed just how much they truly cared for each other. Especially with Hanto. In the episode when the Caking form was released, he had searched for Shouma till nightfall and helped him back to Hapipare, he had told Shouma to promise him that he won't die on him, he had rushed to Shouma's side after the Caking form wore him out. To top it all off the Christmas episodes just told us straight up that they cared for one another by making sacrifices for the other using a book as a reference

All of this led to the reveal where everything starts to fall apart

Anyway this is getting long

#kamen rider #仮面ライダー #kamen rider gavv #kamen rider valen #shouma stomach #inoue shouma #karakida hanto #chocogummy #chocogummy is now in its breakup arc #rant post #i talk a lot #im still coping #whoever read this whole thing you're the goat #long reads #chocogummy and gavv brain rot

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birchbow · 1 day ago

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Chapters: 7/17 Rating: Mature Relationships: Gamzee Makara & Karkat Vantas, Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara, Lord English (Homestuck), Doc Scratch (Homestuck), Homestuck Ensemble, Calliope (Homestuck), The Felt (Homestuck), It's really a 'everybody is around doing things' fic I genuinely don't know how to tag this Additional Tags: Winter Soldier Pastiche, with everything that entails so read carefully!, Humanstuck, Urban Fantasy, Home-Brew Magic System Shit Don't @ Me, Time Shenanigans, Karkat Vantas Makes Bad Decisions This Is A Forewarning, Polyamory Negotiations, Hurt/Comfort, Lord English's Fun-Time Brainwashing Time-Travel Torture Gang, Aftermath Of...... Everything....., Past Torture(physical/psychological/spiritual/emotional--largely inexplicit but not entirely), Past Brainwashing, Possession, implied/referenced past rape/non-con, (sexually not described in detail and more explicity nonsexual Cal-flavored intimacy/tenderness), God Finds It Funny To Hurt You But Also Won't Let You Die, Let's be clear: plotty gamzee whump with a, Happy Ending

Chapter 7: Teach Me To Sin

It’s a kick in the dick to leave some of your strongest teammates behind—but if it wasn’t them it was going to be someone else, anyway. Like hell you’d leave your headquarters unguarded while you were out. And as much as you want to trust Gamzee, no objective leader would leave his brainwashed prisoner alone while the whole team went out at the same time. Especially not considering where you’re going.

FELL ASLEEP ON THE KEYBOARD BEFORE POSTING AGAIN OOPS. Chapter!! Do u know how much fucking around I did trying to figure out how it would make a human look if their blood was suddenly purple.

#KVvTEG #Homestuck #Gamzee Makara #Karkat Vantas #Kanaya Maryam #Aradia Megido #I promise I'm getting everything prepped in advance and saving the chapter as a draft and everything trying to make this easier day of #and then I always manage to find something I'm like "let me just tweak this before I hit post' and then I fall asleep mid-type #I love u night shift but holy shit you make a guy tired

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polyamorousmood · 1 day ago

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It's not exactly poly-related, but I don't know other blog with life advices, so. Maybe you have an idea what to do with frustration from being the one "normal" between your friends and partners? I'm only one without any confirmed diagnosis (we have consensus that something definitely not right there, but no one can be sure if this an adhd or chronic tiredness or I'm just born this way etc). And in practice it means that I'm the one that should adapt to everyone's quirks. I'm the one that will make decisions when no one else can. I'll be cleaning because everyone's too depressed, I'll offer comfort when someone's triggered, I can't drop my work no matter what because everyone else disabled and can be unemployed for years, etc. Don't get me wrong, I like be the one that's stable and can help, I thrive on being useful. But also sometimes it's horrifies me that I don't have any room for error, not in small things (because what can be a small thing for me can badly trigger other person) and definitely not in big (because no one would be there to pick things up). I'm working two jobs now and still mostly the one that usually cleans and cooks and thinks about things like what we will gift to that or this friend and how to pay our credit card etc. And I understand that I'm in this position because others literally have it worse! But I'm at the point where small adjustments in plans makes me see red and it's not great for everyone. No I'm not utterly underappreciated and sometimes people drops "it must be hard for you" or "you probably disabled too I don't know how you handle it so well" into conversation, but it's not like words help when I literally need for people to just deal with at least some shit. Also yes I have some control freak tendencies but they are built on the experience thst people *won't* do shit or will do it incorrectly and I'll need to redo it anyway, so I can't just "let it go". No one there malicious and I *want* to be good and accepting friend and partner. I just really tired and don't know what to do.

yeahhhh you don't really go here [insert Mean Girls gif] I mean maybe you do but this isn't the thing I'm here for blah blah so no offense, but you're not getting my best, here

See a therapist, work on ✨️boundaries✨️

No one is going to die if the dishes go unwashed a couple days longer than they should. Having someone to lean on when triggered is really nice! But panic attacks do pass on their own sooner or later. They'll be okay if you don't intervene on half of them. It feels bad and shit - I PROMISE, I get it - but I spent 6 months being 24/7 support for a suicidal person, and (aside from ensuring physical safety) me being their didn't usually help them out of the really bad moods any faster! And sure, maybe it spirals a bit with other people in the mix. That shit happens. It's okay.

Secodarily. Look at life structures and CHANGE THEM.

They can't do the dishes? Not even with a stool to sit on and video playing on their phone? Nobody can? Well then FUCK dishes, this is a paper plate household now!!

Youre the only one who can cook? Maybe like, full meals. But someone there other than you can handle fucking frozen pizzas and a kitchen timer, or microwave meals. Stock up. Stock up on snacks that require no cooking - eating those as a meal a couple times a week won't kill anyone.

80% of household shit can be made much easier in this way if you just adjust your standards a bit

I mean no disrespect at all for anyone disabled. But the vast majority of disabilities still allow you to contribute something at least sometimes.

Quite frankly, if i were in your shoes, I'd pick a couple chores I know a couple others can help with and make a group announcement I won't be doing those anymore -- ever. If they don't get done, it's their problem now, you're sorry, but you're burnt out, and you can't help them if you have a mental break.

And that last part is true, so I'd do this sooner rather than later.

Either way, I feel for you and your whole group. It sounds less than ideal for everyone, and I hope you can find something more easily sustainable soon

#ask box is always open #Not tagging this otherwise so I don't get an influx of generic life advice asks #Not poly related

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someweirdoreblogger · 2 days ago

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Eternal Sugar Cookie feels, to me, an emotionally deprived type; a Beast straved of total control, one to so slowly and yet much further isolate you all sugar-worn with tender love-pink guise.

Eternal Sugar Cookie is a very silent, subtle influence;

That sinking anchor of annoyed resentment in the dark pit of your stomach?

That crawling absence, the shallow emptiness that swallows you whole, in a single moment, after every effort to get right back up again despite whats at stake?

That deafening ignorance disgused as content, indifferent consideration of any action or consequence?

That's her presence, a festering stubborn pressure, made apparent inside the private inner bowels of your heart. Already, she attaches with no intention of harmony. Like a virus, she rots away your best mental defenses, growing like a tumor. Eating away at the most delicate parts of you.

Eternal Sugar Cookie was baked knowing what she most wanted, what precisely she craves in eager proportions. The Beast of Sloth won't allow balance or peace until you dismantle into pieces in her grasp. Tangled up in her deranged thorns, nice and tight with no hope of escape; Your new home, in her graceless nest of corrupted nimbus, nefarious vapors whispering false assurance and security.

You'll be surprised at just how fast she can steal the very oxygen in your lungs, all in a blink, as naturally fleeting as a droplet in a lake; Someone who can effortlessly order the natural cycle of air with a twitch of a picky to simply cease, that can touch the souls of other weaker wills without so much as moving an inch themselves.

She carelessly strips meaning, any definition from your most basic tasks, no choice in the matter, you won't know until it's too late to mourn those you distance yourself from. No one is safe. To grief where that familiar spark had gone; that you don't have the energy to entertain toward what you once knew and dearly loved, such precious time could be spent amongst better company.

Time is of the essence, especially for Cookiekind. You will pull the switch any second now. It won't be long before the flightless bird of her betrothed walks upon the line of separation between earth and sky, accepting the palm that covets their attention and volition.

Eternal Sugar Cookie is an overconfident sort, aloof and arrogant in her powess. She is quite certain of the outcome. Her kingdom is the right choice. She knows you best after all.

Your companionships and relationship to the outside world, as well as the inside. Physical foundations are of no use to her, of no effort, nor bother. You will open yourself in her kingdom and indulge in indolence; locked doorways and closed rooms are no-go, you are hoarded, not allowed to stray from her gaze. While Eternal Sugar Cookie can help it, there is no fair fight.

Your pitiful pillars of support will eventually crumble. The walls shall stress; an agonizing tension and strain. They suffer great, horrific collision once your friendly little fledglings start putting their noses where they don't belong.

Eternal Sugar Cookie listens to no plea. She rips you apart from it in each matter, regardless of importance. Clean, cut, and dry.

In every physical and mental capacity, she will break the ties stubbornly binding your morality and petty mortal obligation, and the irony shall be lost to her.

From your society, childhood home, family. To Eternal Sugar Cookie, this is child's play. Her tumor will gentle put a haze over your eyes to effectively minimize your lively priorities and responsibilities til they inevitably shrivel like weeds and die into spiritual as well as emotional insignificance. Extended to your own youth and soul.

Severity; to let go of that burdensome weight, to feel light enough to let go of all else that binds you to your feeble Cookie existence, to just continue to be and sleep comfortably til the Sun, at last, dies and reaps everything with it. To fall so deep, dream so soundly that nothing matters to you anymore but to shut yourself off completely and utterly in the dark paradise of her promising embrace.

Asleep forever, locked in the sealed halo of her interlocking fingers, consistently prying curious divots in your crust. Muttering, muttering, and still muttering.

Aimlessly drifting in silken-kissed fine laced illusion of possessive freedom, a white lie forged in a sleep like dead peace; frozen still as stone under the crude gaze of time, the threat of great cataclysmic collapse. Hopelessly trapped, locked, and no key. Inside your own deluded vortex of sloth and sinking fear, safely far away from the frantic worrying eyes and reaching hands of fellow Cookie friends and family, willing to run themselves to completely crumbs for a goal, they shouldn't even bother covetting.

What's the point?

Why should you care? It's all for not.

She has you right where she desires you. Right where it all feels as it should be. Eternal Sugar Cookie fogged your mind more than you will ever comprehend, and Eternal Sugar Cookie can ensure your compliance in any daring state. She will ensure personally, insisting you have always been this way, you merely needed to finally notice. That it's easier to simply embrace it, nothing more or less.

Poor you, trying so hard for absolutely nothing.

Why rush home when your beloved Kingdom won't even miss you anyway?

They won't even notice you've vanished. The night is tranquil. It seems to blend you in reckless abandon, leaving no room for space in her endless ether of blissful cloud and swirling fog; lost between the sweet rolls of twisting trees, risklessly coated by the primordial solitude of lazy mist, her hands will fly to hold you, to finally have you. This world has no use for you.

Nor do you yourself have attachments to the world itself, despite the screaming echo crawling and squirm like gummy worms at the back of your head.

Who cares about such careless opinions?

Clenching and still yet clenching, she broods like a proud mantis; caresses and touches you in off-handed strokes.

By the time you ascended above the mountains towards the Heavens with her, you have successfully shut out all your connections and motivations to the land below. The immortal mark potent from The Beast of Sloth is remarkable and undeniable, a divine certainty Eternal Sugar Cookie is obsessively determined to imprint for all eternity on your crust.

Here, in your own secluded area in her personal harmony of Sky what else could you ever want, what useless ambition could you ever hope for?Stuck in a blind dream where she regins supreme, so the insignificant distractions of the material Cookie world can never take you away from her.

Below, your dear kindred can never hope to see you ever again.

And if all comes up to Eternal Sugar Cookie's accursed fruition-

-you won't desire to return.

Because where in the world could you possibly want to bother going?

#mypost #my writing #eternal sugar cookie #cookie run kingdom x reader #eternal sugar cookie x reader #ckrk #cookie run x reader #x reader #tw manipulation #tw isolation #she is yandere behavior everyone

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One Last Happy Ending

An alternate ending for RWBY volume 9.

Following the meeting of the Genial Gems what remained of team RWBY had been inbued with new found hope. Jaune however remained skeptical, a bad habit he picked up from his time in the Ever After. However, one thought rang through Jaune's head, "I won't let anyone else die... especially not someone like Neo... someone who relates." Jaune had unknowingly said this aloud.

"Hm? Did you say something," asked Blake.

"It's nothing... nothing at all," Jaune couldn't let any of them know of the thoughts that ran through his head. Thoughts that pushed him into believing that he could never return to Remnant.

For hours on end they walked and walked and walked. Weiss, Blake, and Yang knew that Jaune had no idea where they were going, but what they did know was that he had been here the longest. If anyone knew the ins and outs of the Ever After it was Jaune. What they didn't know was that Jaune was in his own world. One where he spent what little time he had left trying to come to terms of his inevitable demise. After all he intended to die saving Neo from the cat's clutches.

Eventually they found their way to the tree where they found Ruby, casted in wood. Yang, for obvious reasons, was excited that they found Ruby. "Ruby!" Shouted Yang as she ran to what remains of Ruby, "Alright, how do we get her out? We can't just leave without her."

"I think... we have to wait for her to ascend... if she even can," said Weiss.

Before Jaune could speak several loud bangs can be heard as he spots a possessed Neo trying to go through the portal, "We have bigger problems," he said as he took out his swords. He was about to walk out of the covering and into the open field with the rest of team RWBY following close behind. As the girls took out their weapons Jaune stopped them.

“What's wrong? You'll need our help to take them out," asked Weiss.

Jaune shook his head as he put on his helmet, "Check your auras." As the girls took out their scrolls their eyes widened as they realized their aura had been in the red and has not recovered.

"Aura doesn't recover here... learned that the hard way," Jaune said as he held his stomach, "Just stay back..."

"Jaune... did you ascend," asked Blake.

There was a long silence before Jaune nodded and walked towards the possessed Neo. Jaune took a deep breath as he raised his sword before calling out, "Hey! You bastard cat! I'm here to put you to rest."

Neo/Curious Cat turned around with an annoyed expression, but as they realized it was just Jaune they smiled wickedly, "Ah if it isn't dear old Rusty~ what happened to that oh so lovely name you gave me?"

"... Cheshire you'll die here. I'll make sure of it," Jaune glared at the cat as he put on his helmet.

The cat looked dejected as it sharpened it's claws, "Oh... a shame. I did love our little moments together. I suppose you won't hold back... so neither should I, Rusty~"

Jaune- no, The Rusted Knight charged at the cat and slashed before reaching them.

The cat swiftly dodged as a surprised expression grew on its face, "Well, that's new. Didn't realize you could attack from afar."

Meanwhile Weiss, Blake, and Yang studied the fight. They realized just how much Jaune had changed... how destructive his fighting had become.

"That attack... it was an aura slash," Blake said as she was stunned at how strong the attack was.

Weiss checked her scroll to keep tabs on Jaune's aura and spoke, "It barely affected his aura too. Just how much time has Jaune spent here to perfect his attacks?"

"If he keeps this up though he'll inevitably run out though," Yang said as she clench her hand, feeling as though she was useless.

The fight between the cat and the Rusted Knight continued. The cat laughed as they slashed the Rusted Knight with their claws and the Knight winced as his aura didn't protect him... wait what?

"Jaune... why isn't he using his aura to heal," asked a concerned Weiss as she grips the handle of Myrtenaster.

Blake places a hand on Weiss' arm to stop her, "He's saving his aura... the question is if it's to attack or... to save Neo?'

As the Rusted knight's aura flickers he reaches out to the cat and once his hand lands on their body Neo's aura begins to be transferred to the Knight as the cat yelps and tries to jump back.

"Hah... surprised? I got a little upgrade. My semblance... it's not Aura Amplification... it's Aura Manipulation," said the Rusted Knight as he tries to catch his breath.

"Aura Manipulation? What does that mean," asked Yang as she watches Jaune's aura go from yellow to green on her scroll.

"My guess is that he can not only give people his aura... but now he's able to take aura for himself," said Weiss as she grew less worried and let out a sigh of relief.

As the fight continued it seemed as though the two were at a standstill until... Ruby had emerged from the tree. With Crescent Rose in had and a newly inbued sense of justice she was ready to join the fight.

You can imagine the surprise on team RWBY's face when they saw Ruby's aura go from lost signal to full.

"Ruby! You're back! I'm so glad you're okay," exclaimed Yang as she hugged her sister.

"Ahem, don't you mean we're happy to see that she's okay," the other two said sarcastically as Yang laughed nervously.

"Wait... where's Jaune? Is he okay," asked a worried Ruby as she looked around.

"He's okay... physically at least," said Weiss as she moved to the side to reveal Jaune fight a possessed Neo not even bothering to dodge attacks or heal his wounds.

"Wait, before you do anything rash he told us something worrying," said Blake as she showed Ruby her scroll and their auras in the red except for Ruby and Jaune's, "Aura doesn't recover here... we've just been getting lucky with our fights."

Ruby covers her mouth with a shocked expression, but still it looked like Jaune was in trouble and she wasn't gonna leave one of her friends behind again. She rushed into the fight as the others tried to call out to her.

"Ruby!? No, stay back. This is my fight," yelled Jaune as he turned to look and Ruby. As he was distracted the cat got one good hit on his back, sending him flying into a tree.

"Jaune! You'll pay for that," yelled Ruby as she cocks her weapon before aiming at the cat.

The Rusted Knight ran towards the cat preparing another aura slash. He swung and this time it landed.

"Fine... if you refuse to heal... then so will I," said the cat, hoping to break the Knight's spirits.

The Knight's eyes widen as he hears this and sees Ruby preparing to take a shot. With a heavy heart he charges towards Ruby, but before he can reach she shoots the possessed Neo. "No! Dammit," yelled the Knight as he tackles Ruby to the ground.

Ruby falls to the floor with Jaune on top of her, "What the- Jaune why'd you- ahhh!" Ruby yells in pain as Jaune begins to drain whatever aura Ruby has.

”Jaune! Why did he…” Yang’s voice trails on as she witnesses Jaune- no, the Rusted Knight drain Ruby's aura with rage filled eyes. Leaving Ruby in a vulnerable state. Yang runs in to drag Ruby back to safety.

"I... am the Rusted Knight. Cheshire... I swear to you... I'll kill you once and for all," the Rusted Knight glared at the cat before charging towards.

The cat, with a scared expression tries dodge, but the Knight is much too fast for him. Strike after strike, slash after slash, blood drips onto the battlefield. The four girls witness the monster that the Ever After has made. The broken Knight filled with nothing but endless rage pushes past his wounds, but to what end? Thoughts of Pyrrha, of his family, of his friends... and his life here in the Ever After fill the broken Knight. He wonders if this should truly be where he dies, but then he remembers Neo, the things he's heard. The memories of meeting her, of her helping him get into beacon... should he die in order for her to live... he would be content with that. With one final thrust he pierces Neo through the stomach, forcing the cat to leave the body out as it screams in excrutiating pain.

"You're not getting off that easily," the Rusted Knight exclaimed as he places a hand on the cat. While aura didn't exist in the Ever After, all living creatures still have souls, these were words Pyrrha first told him, words that he held close during his time in the Ever After.

"Wait! Rusty, please! Remember all the good times we had! Please let me go," yelled the cat as his very own soul began to be destroyed. In one last ditch effort the cat, with it's sharpened claws prieces the Rusted Knight's armor and through his chest.

The Rusted Knigh spat out blood through his helmet, but despite the excrutiating pain he refused to let the cat go, "You made my life a living hell... if I must die then so be it."

The girls look on, shocked at what the Knight not only said but what had concluded there fight.

"Jaune!" The girls exclaimed as they all ran to him as he fell to the floor.

The Knight coughs up more blood, "Where's Neo? Is Neo okay? Bring me to... Neo."

The girls look back at an unconscious Neo. Confused they dragged the Knight to Neo.

As the Knight places a hand on Neo, both bleeding heavily, he takes of his helmet, "Neo... if we had met... earlier, could we... have been friends? Maybe... more? Yeah I would've liked that... I'm not letting you die," the Knight- no, Jaune begins to transfer the last of his aura to Neo.

"Jaune wait, you can't just-" Ruby is cut off as Weiss places a hand on her shoulder, "Weiss, but Jaune is..."

"Let him... he needs this more than ever," Weiss says as they watch Jaune take one last breath, his aura flickers as he goes limp, but as long as his hand rests on Neo he will give the rest of his life to her.

Neo's eyes open slowly as she begins to wake up. Ruby grabs Neo, "You! Why did Jaune have to save YOU!? Tell me! What did you mean-"

Ruby is cut off by Blake trying to drag her through the portal. Neo looks down at Jaune's lifeless yet smiling body and covers her mouth in shock. She reaches down and runs her hand through his hair. She hear every word he said... the impact of said words. She places his head on her lap and opens her mouth. For once in a long time she speaks, "Jaune... Why'd you go and do that. I'm so sorry... it should've been me."

She then begins to sing... she sings of Jaune's life for she had been following his journey since Beacon unbeknownst to him. Quiet begins to play as she cries and holds Jaune's body close to her.

When she finishes she looks down at his hand, in it is the very same watch that cursed Jaune to go back in time. The same watch that he would consider a curse would become her blessing, "Jaune... I shall become your rogue princess." She grab the watch and smiles at the thought of seeing her Knight once more.

Back on Remnant after releasing "The Girl Who Fell Through the World" Lewis would release a book called "The Knight and the Ice Cream Princess"

#jaune arc #silent knight #rwby #rwby silent knight #ruby rose #curious cat #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #jaune x neo #neopolitan #neo rwby #rwby neopolitan

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𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

Chapter Five

A Love and Deepspace Fanfiction (Sylus x OC)

Warnings -> Mentions of human trafficking, violence, death, mentions of sex work

<- Chapter Four

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

If I die tonight, at least I died eating something delicious.

All night I've avoided the white clothed table lined with appetizers in fear of the food being tampered with, but if I don't put something in my stomach, I'm going to be sick. I'm already teetering on the edge of nausea, have been ever since I laid eyes on him.

It's been an hour since he's arrived, and we've given each other a wide berth. There's only another half hour before the auction starts. Hopefully we can continue staying out of each other's way until then.

"What did you say this was?" I ask the woman tending the appetizer bar, plopping another bite-sized slice of happiness into my mouth.

The woman smiles and waves her hand over the plate in an elegant gesture. "Balsamic and goat cheese grilled plums. Delicious, no?"

"Very. Compliments to the chef."

Her smile grows. "He'll be happy to hear that. If you enjoy cheese, you should try this. It's chocolate covered cheese with black sea salt."

My jaw drops. "I had no idea you could cover cheese in chocolate. Pass it over."

I plop one of the small cubes into my mouth, and the moan that comes out of me makes an elderly woman a few feet away cut me a nasty look. I cover my mouth as I chew, the taste of cheese and chocolate and sea salt a blend more harmonious than an angel's song.

"That is the best thing I've ever tasted." I say. It's a shame I don't have my phone, otherwise I'd be snapping pictures to brag to my brothers about later.

The woman focuses her gaze elsewhere as someone approaches. "Good evening, Sir. Has something caught your eye?"

"Something has." The velvety baritone voice at my back has my spine straightening. The taste of heaven on my tongue is suddenly gone, the tingling sensation of sin taking its place.

'Time to move to the other side of the room.'

I slip away from the appetizer bar, only make it a couple of paces before a hand seizes my wrist in a firm yet gentle hold. I whip my head around, inhale sharply because of course he stopped me. "What do you want?"

"A dance."

He pulls me onto the dance floor before I can protest, swiftly positions us in the middle of the waltzing couples. I don't know what I hate more, the way he thinks he can drag me around or the way the tension in my muscles vanishes when he places a hand on my waist.

Sighing in defeat, I place my hand, the one that isn't caught in his grasp, on his broad shoulder. "A gentlemen asks before he acts. You should work on that if you ever plan to woo a lady one day."

He raises a brow. "You were so timid the last time we met. Where did that go?"

"I wasn't that timid." I huff, my feet moving through the steps of the waltz without much thought. This dance is as natural to me as breathing. "I sassed you a bit, or were you too busy being grumpy to notice?"

I really, really should not be mouthing off to this man, but it's just so easy. Yes, there's a part of me that fears him and what he's capable of-

The train that is my thoughts comes to a screeching halt. Do I really know what he's capable of? He used that odd power of his eye on me, but he let me go. When I was screaming for help in that alley, he was the first one to appear. He gave me his coat, gave his word that he'd try to identify that man.

He's intimidating and undeniably powerful, but he hasn't hurt me. I'm not stupid enough to think that just because he hasn't doesn't mean he won't, but the point still stands. He hasn't hurt me. Since when was I the type to fear something that hasn't proved to be an active threat? It's how I survive in the N109 Zone; just because I could get mugged walking down the street doesn't mean I will. If I let the fear of what could happen control me, I'd never leave the apartment.

Sylus tilts his head. It's such a subtle movement, I almost miss it. "You look like you just changed your mind about something."

I don't need to see my face to know my nose is scrunched. "What are you, a mind reader?"

His chuckle makes the base of my spine warm. "No. You're just very easy to read." Without warning, he pulls me closer until our chests are pressed together. Then, he brings his lips to my ear, the tickle of his breath making goosebumps rise on my arms. "If you value your freedom, leave this place."

It isn't until his tone turns cold do I realize how not-cold he can be. "What?"

Sylus pulls back a little and slightly turns his head, those gorgeous eyes of his staring into mine. "This auction isn't what you think it is."

The song comes to an end, the couples around us pausing their dance to raise a round of applause for the musicians. It's background noise to me, a high-pitched buzzing in my ears I don't have the mental room to focus on. Not with Sylus looking at me the way he is, so indifferent yet caring enough to warn me.

But he really has no reason to care for me, does he? Or maybe he does, considering it's the twins tying us together. He could be warning me for their sakes. It's the most likely answer.

I almost jump as Vincent appears at our side, one arm tucked behind his back while he offers me the other, palm towards the ceiling. His smile is warm, should be comforting, but it doesn't melt the frost Sylus' warning brought in. "Mind if I steal you for a dance?

Ever calm, cool, and collected, Sylus lifts my knuckles to his lips. The gesture makes my heart leap into my throat. "Consider what I said, Miss."

And then he's gone, the crowd parting for him and then swallowing the path he left behind.

I turn to Vincent and smile, the tension I finally shed returning to my shoulders. "One more dance sounds nice."

I end up entertaining him for two, and when an announcement is made that the auction will begin shortly, I excuse myself for a restroom break. Vincent informs me that the restrooms are an entire floor below the ballroom, and I assure him that I'll return in time.

That's not at all my intention as I approach the elevator and the attendant standing guard outside the doors. "Ground floor, please."

He nods and moves aside to let me in, pushing a button once I step inside. The doors close, and the elevator starts the long descent to the lobby.

Sighing heavily, I lean back and grasp onto the railing behind me with both hands. "Looks like I'm not getting paid."

The realization is a heavy blow to my gut, but I'm not reckless enough to throw my safety away for a paycheck. I'll find something else. I have to find something else, or my brothers and I will be on the streets by the end of the month. We may lose our power and water by the end of the week, unless Drew and Mateo manage to hold onto their paychecks long enough to cover the bills, but at least I got January's rent covered before Tomes closed.

The elevator reaches the ground floor, and I stand up straight, prepared to get off. Except it keeps going.

"What the fuck?" I whisper, shaking my head in disbelief as the elevator passes the three levels of underground parking and continues to descend. There are no floors listed past G3.

Terror swallows my insides and turns my mind hollow. I didn't realize it before, but there is no button panel on the inside. This elevator isn't designed for the person inside to control it. There isn't even a button to call for help.

And my phone is sitting with in my purse in coat claim.

When the doors finally open, what awaits me is a brightly lit hallway. Everything is red, from the walls to the carpeted floors, to the two men waiting for me. They're dressed in red leather suits and black masquerade-like masks that completely cover their noses and the entire upper halves of their faces. Even their short, black hair is identical.

Both men cross an arm over their waists and bow, but only one speaks. "This way, Miss."

Inhaling sharply, I grab onto the railing once more. "Send me up, please."

They stand up tall, and it's the other one who speaks this time, the one on the left. "Don't be alarmed, Miss. We've come to gather you for the auction."

"This auction isn't what you think it is."

My heart falls so far into the pit of my stomach, I fear it's gone forever. "I-I don't consent to this."

The man on the left chuckles and strides forward. "No one does."

He grabs my forearm in a bruising grip and drags me off the elevator. I scream and pull against him, but when his partner grabs my other arm, I know I'm screwed. Adrenaline rushes through veins, my instincts taking over to make up for my frozen thoughts. I stomp on one man's foot with the heel of my shoe, and with a grunt, he lets my arm go. I spin towards the other man, raise my fist to strike-

I cry out in pain as I'm suddenly yanked by the hair, a tight fist tangled in the roots at the back of my head.

Then all hell breaks loose.

A loud snap fills my ears, followed by a bloodcurdling scream. The hand that was in my hair disappears, and I whirl around to see what's going on. The man who had me is now hovering several inches above the ground, clawing at his throat as a twister of black and red mist squeeze him. The mist grows thicker and thicker, creating a curtain around the man's body before exploding. It leaves nothing behind.

I clasp a hand over my mouth and take a step back, then another. I keep going until my back hits the wall.

"Fuck!" The other man exclaims and makes a break for it. He only makes it half a step before the same mist wraps around him, dragging him to his knees and yanking his head back in a position that looks absolutely painful for his spine.

Slow, languid footsteps fill the hallway as a man leisurely approaches from the direction of the elevator. A man who left me on the dancefloor. A man who certainly was not riding down with me.

The man on the floor looks like he's about to piss himself. "L-Look, man, it's just a misunderstanding-"

"A misunderstanding?" Sylus asks, tilting his head. "Enlighten me. Am I misunderstanding the disappearance of several woman over the course of the night? Or did someone other than me give Vincent permission to engage in such a trade in my territory?"

I think I'm going to throw up.

The man's eyes grow so wide, he looks like one of those stress ball keychains where the little creature's eyes pop out. "You're-!"

"I am." I can only see the back of Sylus' head, but the sound of his tone gives away his smirk.

I sink to the floor, squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears as the man starts to choke. I count to ten in my head, then backwards to one, before daring to look. The man's body has seemingly vanished, just like the first.

Sylus is still standing there, his back still to me. "You should go before things get even more ugly."

Letting out a shakey breath, I slowly rise on wobbly legs. Maybe I should take my heels off before I fall. "But, those other women-"

He turns towards me, eyes narrowed. He doesn't look mean, more like he's studying me. "You'd hang around a dangerous place because the well being of strangers worries you?" He breathes a quiet chuckle. "Never mind. I've seen this from you before."

"They've got to be scared out of their minds, and besides," I look him up and down. "You're more than a little intimidating."

Sylus raises a silver brow. "But not to you?"

I shrug one shoulder. "Not enough that I won't trust you."

A silent minute passes between us. I haven't the slightest clue as to what could be going through his mind, but there are several possibilities. He could be calculating how much of a liability I'd be, not that I can blame him for that. Drew and Mateo tried to teach me martial arts once, but they gave up and suggested I flee instead.

'If your attacker has balls, kick him there before you run.' Was Mateo's ever so helpful advice.

Anyway, Sylus is sure to send me-

"Alright." His acceptance catches me so off guard, I blink twice. "But stay behind me and do as I say."

It's either my nerves or just pure habit that sets my playful nature back in place. "Yes, Sir."

Seventeen women. That's how many Sylus and I rescued from the underground ring beneath that tower. Luckily, they were all alive. The number of bodies Sylus left in his wake... I'm trying to forget.

The black SUV comes to a stop right where the GPS instructs the driver to, the engine humming so quietly it's almost silent. The leather seats, warmed with the heater, are so heavenly I don't want to get out just yet. Getting out means racing through the cold in this dress to my apartment, then bundling myself in layers to keep the chill off my skin while I sleep.

"This is where you live?" Sylus asks, staring at the series of ugly brick apartment buildings.

I huff and reluctantly unbuckle the seatbelt. "It's what we can afford. Not all of us can live in luxury."

Movement outside the window catches my eye. Standing on the street corner a short distance away is two woman, dressed in black outfits that look both warm and sexy. They're talking to a man in a car so old, the red paint has faded significantly.

I recognize the women. They live a floor below us, and they've been working this corner of our street since we moved in. I remember being shocked at how young they were back then, not appearing to be that much older than me.

Will this be my future soon? Standing on a cold, dark corner, selling my body just to keep surviving? I hold nothing against sex workers, regardless if they're doing the work because they have to or want to, but it's not something I want for myself. Though, want isn't possible when survival is in question.

Inhaling sharply to keep from breaking down in the car, I turn towards the driver and flash a smile I hope doesn't reveal any cracks. "Thank you for the ride home. And for keeping me safe tonight."

His brows furrow, but I don't wait for a response. I'm not sure there's one he could give that would take any of this weight off my shoulders.

I reach for the small handle and pull it, freezing middle-of-the-night spilling in the second the door cracks open. That's as far as I get before Sylus' arm is crossing over my body, pulling the door shut again. I tense, push back against the seat as my head whips towards him. A small spike of fear rises, the ordeal I just went through earlier tonight still fresh.

Sylus pulls his arm back, giving me my space. "Work for me."

I blink at him. Twice. "What?"

His gaze meets mine, those crimson irises of his standing out in the moonlight shining in through the sunroof. "I could use a personal assistant around the base. The way you handled yourself tonight impressed me. You'd be a good fit."

I've got to be hearing things. "You're inviting me to work for you? For Onychinus?"

"Only if you want it."

It shows how desperate I am, the fact that I'm actually considering this. "And what would I be doing?"

"Bookkeeping, scheduling meetings, accompanying me when necessary. In short, desk work."

Hope rises within me too quickly. The last time I accepted an offer being handed out like this, I ended up... well, exactly what happened tonight. I blindly walked into something that almost got me sold. Or killed. "Why me?"

Sylus doesn't look away. His seriousness on the matter is strangely comforting. "Because Luke and Kieran said you're unlikely to stick a knife in my back, and I believe them." He shifts in his seat. "You don't have to decide right now-"

"I'll do it." The words come tumbling out of my mouth all on their own, and I don't even want to take them back. "Luke and Kieran trust you. That's enough for me to at least give it a try."

One corner of his mouth curls into a smirk that looks somewhat gentle. "Then it's yours. You start two nights from now. I'll send a driver to pick you up."

I tilt my head. "You need a personal assistant for overnights?"

Sylus chuckles, the deep sound warming my bones. "I'm not awake during the day. If you're going to take this job, you'll have to adjust your habits."

"Clearly." I wrap the black coat I got from Vincent tighter around myself. Speaking of, "What happened to Vincent?"

Maybe I'm seeing things, but I could swear his jaw looks tense. "He caught wind that I was coming."

So he fled. Wonderful.

I give my shoulders a little shake. "Well, that's a shame. I'm sure you'll catch him the next time he starts slithering around your territory, Sir."

The amusement in his eyes makes me crave more. "Sir'? I just hired you."

"And I may as well start practicing." I reach to open the door again, but pause and turn back to him. "Thank you. I'll see you two nights from now... Sylus."

The way his name rolls off my tongue makes the appendage tingle. I'm immediately addicted, and I slip out before I make a fool of myself.

The SUV stays parked until I enter my building, and a crow perched outside the kitchen window flies away the second I turn on the light.

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Adam smiled. He hated seeing Lucifer like this, but there wasn't a second he regretted getting Lucifer's daughter back in contact with him.

Cupping Lucifer's face, he made the Devil look up at him. Wiping away his tears, he kissed his forehead.

Adam: I'll be fine, Lu. I promise. She's your daughter, she should always come first, okay? I'm not mad, or hurt. I understand.

That was a lie. He was extremely hurt. And it was taking so much willpower not to cry, but he didn't want Lucifer to feel worse.

Adam: She needs you, Luci. I... I wish my dad put me first, at least once. But he never did. I couldn't live with myself knowing I stopped you from being there for her.

Lucifer: Y-you're not stopping me, dove-.

Adam: But I'm stopping her. She's not comfortable, Lu. And I hate that I'm the cause of that, I don't want her to feel that why. Especially not around you.

Lucifer cried some more: B-But-.

Adam smiled: I'll always love you. You don't need to worry about me. I'm an adult, I can't go anywhere, okay?

Lucifer was silent. He hated this. He hated this so much.

Lucifer: C-Can I have one more night with you...? Please...?

Adam felt everything crash down around him. But he still wouldn't cry. He won't let himself. He wanted so much with Lucifer, maybe even kids, one day. But not like this, not without Charlie.

Adam nods: I-I'd love that.

Neither of them could sleep. They just enjoyed each other's company, and they laughed and told stories. Adam had managed not to cry all night.

Standing on Earth, Adam and Lucifer shared one last hug.

The Devil was crying and gripping Adam so hard, his claws pocked through his shirt.

Lucifer: F-Fuck- I love you.

Adam leaned down and kissed Lucifer: I love you to- but don't hold yourself back for me, okay? You're amazing, Lu. You deserve happiness. So... i-if you find someone else-.

Lucifer: There is no one else, and there never will be.

Standing alone in the middle of his lounge, Lucifer stared down at his phone. He felt dead. Empty. He might actually want to die.

But he couldn't. He had to suffer on.

Pressing the call button, he brought the phone to his ear.

Lucifer: Can you come round in an hour...? Thank you... see you then. Bye.

Handing uo, he elts his phone fall out of his hands. Charlie's picture still lights up the screen. He hoped this was worth it- of course it was, she was his daughter.

So why does he feel like a dead man walking?

I also really love Nun Adam. But this time let him be a real nun and Lucifer come up as the devil looking for a new human bride 👀

I'm weak for aus like this.

I love nun!Adam au's!

Maybe too much.

Who am I kidding? There's no such thing. I'm so keen for this btw!

Let's start a new rp!

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peachsukii · 2 days ago

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I'm a Bakugo disliker (no hate tho) bc he reminds me too much of myself sometimes.

You have 5 minutes to make me like him or at least dislike him a little less. GO!!! 🎤

*deep breath*

So, my favorite thing about Bakugo is his character growth over the course of the series without taking away his flaws. So, I'll use a few of my favorite quotes of his to expand on that!

"I won’t do something I don’t want to even if I’m only faking it."

This is earlier on in the series, but still gives plenty of insight to the true root of Bakugo's character. He's a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them. He truly doesn't bother with anything he's uninterested in.

"I'll keep fighting. I'll break myself. Even if there's nothing left of me. I will win the way I want to."

His determination and drive is truly unparalleled to most, if not all, of class 1A. This man would rather die than give up on his ideals or fall to his knees at anything less than his very best. Call it arrogance, but it's a strength he holds dear to his core.

"If all you do is look down on people, you won't be able to recognize your own weaknesses."

This line was a gut punch when I first read it. The moment was truly a turning point for Bakugo. Even though he was saying it as advice to one of the kids from the license make-up exam, it was directed at himself. A soft realization of "Well, goddamn. Maybe I am weak, but I need weaknesses to get stronger."

"My body just moved on its own."

Parallels to the beginning aside, this scene was detrimental to Bakugo's development. Not only did he unconsciously jump in to save someone, but it was Deku. He was ready to (quite literally) take a bullet for him without even realizing the progress he made to get there. And when they wake up in the hospital, the first person he thinks about is Deku, rushing to his room to see that he was okay.

"We're here to step in when you can't handle it on your own."

His apology to Deku in front of the class is still one of my favorite moments in the entire series. The fact that Deku left *on his birthday* (rude) and he wasn't immediately pissed off, he was upset. Genuinely concerned that Deku was gonna get himself killed because "you don't know him like I do." He led the search to find him, let Iida be the one to catch up to him even though he wanted to do it, and let everyone else speak before he did. And he did it in the rain, which he despises with a passion.

((the rest would get into spoiler territory but I feel like this is five minutes worth of time lol!))

#☆.queue #☆.reis inbox #☆.moots #ty for asking luma <3 I love talking about him so I hope I didn't go too far off the rails haha

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dimitrescudaughters-au · 2 days ago

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I'm sick, so enjoy sick headcanons of the 3 girls taking care of you!

Unwell

Bela

Always can tell when you're about to get sick

Even if you are having a terrific day!

"I think you should go lay down, darling. You're getting sick"

Literally the sunniest day of the year

You feel fantastic

You haven't even overdone yourself

"Darling, I'm fine, you worry too-"

Next day sicker than a dog

Refuses to let the maids nurse you back to health

She loves to do it

Dotes on you

Will have a warm bath ready

And some human tea waiting for you

Makes sure the maids clean the room throughly

Holds you in an attempt to help "break your fever"

"Darling, you have zero body heat"

"Just because you're sick, doesn't mean you can have attitude"

Always brings you human soup

And makes you take the yucky medicine

"If you take this, I'll reward you with a kiss"

"But then you'll get sick"

...your sick brain makes you a little stupid

Makes sure you are well rested

Even after you start to feel better

She refuses to let you go back to 100%

She makes you wait 3 days after your fever has gone down

Even then she still makes you take human supplements

"I can't have you exhausted from illness darling, that's my job"

Cassandra

Doesn't quite understand human illnesses

She has zero memory of her old life, remember?

She'll deny how concerned she is

It's just

She's never seen you look so drained

And you can't even sit up in bed

And you are burning up

She might go a little apeshit around the castle

Grabbing maids left and right

Demanding someone tell her what is wrong with you

Adela is the only maid with any type of balls

"Miss Cassandra, y/n is sick! And frankly, if you keep harassing my staff, I'm going to be sick of you!"

With embarrassment she has Adela tell her of human illnesses

She feels bad for leaving you

She curls around you and applies a cool cloth to your head

Will gently rub your back

Carry you to the bath

And cleans you up

Gently washing your hair and asking if the steam is helping

Makes sure all of your 'chores' go to the maids

"If you didn't do unnecessary work, maybe you wouldn't have gotten sick"

"You love watching me throw haybells around for the horses"

"Once you are well, I will make you suffer for that comment"

Also makes sure you rest well

And makes the maids find the right medicine for you

Will softly kiss your shoulders as you fall asleep

Daniela

Has 100% read this in a book

She's here for this and has read a lot about what to do

However

She isn't prepared for how terrible you look

And that you can't even lift the blanket

And the horrible cough you have

Makes the whole "sickness" trope go out the window

Believes you might be dying

She holds you and refuses anyone from coming into the room

She kind of likes how warm you are

But you're also shivering? Makes no sense

It takes a whole day for you to get your voice

"My love...please let Adela in with my medicine"

"NO! You're gonna die soon! Fucking Adela will not be the last woman you see!"

You love Dani so much

But sometimes you wish she wouldn't go to the dramatics

After she finally realizes you won't die

She's extremely punctual with med doses

And making sure you're always covered in blankets

She'll have you curl up next to her

As she reads you a book

And gently runs her hand through your hair

She slips back into the "sickness" trope she's read about

Unfortunately some of it was pretty smutty

"But love! Those books are always saying that sex will heal your illness!"

"Dani. I'm trying to fight off the Hatman from my vision, I smell like a nursing home, and I get lightheaded from sitting up too long"

"Hatman-"

"We are not having sex. Just hold me and read, idk, the fucking hungry caterpillar for all I care"

She'll let it go for now

But as soon as you are healed

She prescribes herself as your medication

For like the next month

#bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters #dimitrescu sisters #resident evil village #res 8 #resident evil #res 8 family #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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formulatrash · 7 months ago

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acc gonna throw myself off something if the pub manager does not put on another staff member for Sunday night ffs it's me and literally ONE other person in a 350 person capacity, quite violent pub and the other person isn't really bar trained/needs a lot of help are you FUCKING JOKING for the Euros final with fucking England in it

#🔪 I mean I will probably cope #but someone's going to die and it won't be me!!!!!#also on a serious note violence against hospitality workers goes up nearly 30% if England lose #so like: be fucking nice to the people serving you if you're in a pub that night

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tosxah · 2 days ago

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He hated to see her like this. No, truly. Her struggle and absolute apathy were just so... dull. Well, Childe wasn't a total psychopath, he did 'care' (so to speak) for her in his own way. Beyond missions and orders, she had a glow, a mystery. She was, to repeat himself, intriguing. More so than almost anyone he had met. He couldnt let someone like that perish in a place like this. Childe wondered if his master had felt the same all those years ago. Though that was under much different circumstances. That was a much different version of him. A lost child in the woods... Ah, he was reminiscing. There was certainly a pull here that was very similar to the fissure in the woods. Perhaps that's why his vision felt like it was breathing down his neck, making his delusion electrocute each follicle. Ugh, the itch was unbearable.

"'Pity'?" The harbinger chuckled as he observed her. "I'm not the pitying type. You're either strong or you die. Especially with the road you're taking here." The smell of the cooking mushroom was certainly interesting, something meaty mixed in the ashy scent. Blue eyes followed the food as she took the first bite, the way it broke off in her parted lips and the look of something between confusion and satisfaction pricked up in her features behind the pain and disdain she seemed to be otherwise feeling.

Childe sighed, his tone balancing between mockery and boredom "so is this it? Your brilliant plan? Survive off potentially toxic mushrooms and fight on a very badly sprained ankle soaked to the bone in a cavern Archons know how many feet down? What would kill you first, the food poisoning," not that he had proof they were infact poisonous, "hypothermia... maybe that nasty wound-" he gestured to the gash that peaked out just underneath her damp pale bangs, "will get infected? That's an awful way to go." The harbinger (still sat in drench clothes himself) moved to cross his legs, resting his elbow on his knee and in turn resting his chin on his palm. "If im honest, I expected better of you."

But he couldnt keep up his look of annoyance for long, his lips turned with a sweet almost princely smile. After all he was on a mission. And though not one for patience, as he was repeatedly being told, good things come to those who wait. He'd say that sounded like something someone who lacked the power now would say but given it had come from people he respected, he couldnt out right ignore it (when it suited him). This unknown space and all it's wonder, all it's potential danger, it was thrilling. Perhaps thrilling enough to wait. Or at the very least he could entertain himself with bothering his travller friend. "You look exhausted. You should sleep. When you wake up, you can tell me just how much you want my help. Don't worry, I won't kill you. There's no fun in that."

Drops of water fell incessantly around them, even the spot she had found between the Starshrooms and moss covering most of that cavern was damp from all the water that needed to sustain that little life that had found its way in the lost depths of the Chasm.

His boots, heavier than what she recalled them to sound like were the only other noise to echo against the walls. Her eyes never left his figure, carefully following his movements as he approached the laying body of the hiluchurl that was barely a memory of itself now. It never moved from that curled position, it almost looked like a peaceful sleeping if she didn't know otherwise. But Childe's, it wasn't the casual walk of a passerby despite what it seemed ar a first glance too, the dread building up in her chest knew how to recognise the intent of a hunter hovering over its prey.

"Wait-" Her hand raised as if to reach for him, her eyes wide as she failed to get up defeated by the shot of pain her ankle sent under the pressure of her weight. As quick as his weapon had appeared between his fingers and landed on the miserable creature on the ground, Lumine's mouth gaped wordlessly, her back pathetically falling back against the moss on the wall. She could do nothing but stare at the hiluchurl's limbs jolting, giving out its last breath as it dissolved itself into an eerie cloud of dark matter.

There was a sense of void that sucked her whole being; there was no anger, no sadness in the golden stars of her eyes. A nothingness that weighted on her shoulders and that had always hidden in the darkest parts of her heart, instead it had surfaced to drown her in it, a breathtaking loneliness that she shared with that cursed being who was once a human that it had done nothing wrong but to exist and to be cursed with such a vile punishment of a life. If it could be still defined as such.

Perhaps that was the ultimate end of a star, a black hole of nothingness.

As Dainsleif had explained to her previously, she could picture the hiluchurl stumbling all this way with the mere hope to find some solace to its own constant suffering, only to be brought death in the same way one would carelessly step on an insect.

There was no mercy in that death, even in death it wasn't able to find some freedom.

And Dainsleif had clearly showed her that Aether's solution had brought the same outcome she had just witnessed.

So what was the right solution then?

Her head finally turned away from his boots and the now empty space left by the hiluchurl's passing. She couldn't give a damn about Childe's mission, and as she retracted in her own shell with her dark thoughts and helplessness, she couldn't care less of retorting to him either. Let him follow her, let let him entertain himself and take whatever information he needed from her. Let all of Teyvat witness her failures as she crawled her way back out of the Chasm with the hope to reach for her brother.

She was so tired of chasing and holding up to expecations.

He fumbled with things, her gaze never daring to leave him as out of precaution.

"I neither need your help nor your false pity." There was frustration laced in her answer, but to whom she didn't know either. She would literarily rather drag herself out of there rather than fuel his ego. A few flames raised, at first the odd scent of that mixture enveloped her, a small sneeze shaking her chest. It was almost a spiced ashy kind of perfume, she could almost taste it on her tongue. Carefully, she picked a Starshroom from her side; skilfully ripped from the ground, it was then lifted by the fire, patiently waiting for it to start roasting. An traveller knew better than to be picky with her food. She refused to even look at her company, fully determined to ignore his taunting. Even her muscles couldn't relax completely, despite screaming for some rest. Once the mushroom had taken a tint of brown in most areas and she made sure to turn it, even its natural glowing it was mostly gone. Happy with the sight and smell, she brought it to her mouth for a first bite.

Weird. It tastes like lobster.

She wished she could have appreciated that discovery in another circumstance.

#nagareboshiko #chasm

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