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lumilasi · 2 years ago

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UPDATE: I STILL didn't like his design, so I gave it one last try, and I think I'm finally, FINALLY happy with it. I still meant to draw a small extra part for the flat color ref to show how his red shirt looks beneath, but tbh I was too done with this to bother lol. Maybe I'll do it later

Bio below:

Name: Cecil Fortis

Nicknames: Ciel (Claude) Songbird (Kuromoya)

Age: (at the time of "death") 18-19, neither he or Claude remembers exactly when this happened. His soul did "age" alongside his brother though, so he's considered to be the same age as Claude is now, 27.

Height: 176 cm (human) 185 (Vigour Spirit)

Formerly a human with telepath abilities, now a Vigour Spirit

Role: Claude's twin brother-turned familiar spirit.

Family: Twin brother Claude, honorary little siblings Milo & Silas

Vigour spirits are essentially the “eyes and ears” of the most basic, core essence of all magic in this world/life itself as an abstract entity, and they represent different aspects of it; Mind (dreams, balance, misconceptions), Heart (Emotions, wishes), Will (Determination, action), Instinct (Survival, intuition) and Thought (logic, rationality, learning). Cecil, due to his unique birth circumstance, falls mainly under the Heart category as a 'fulfilled wish' of sorts. Due to originally being human however, he does have some Will aspects too. (mainly meaning he's capable of fighting)

Love Interest: A Soul Eater named Kuromoya Murasaki

Friends: Caelan Delune, Toshiko Kamakiri, Raitei, Gouken Shura, Kouka Murasaki, Kiryo Toushi, a chimera called Yago & his big sister Shika.

Powers:

Like all Vigour spirits, Cecil can tap into the very basic core of all magic (Life essence essentially), which can enable him to ‘purify’ magic that are not part of it, namely referring to death-related powers, such as occultism and Soul Eater powers. This means he can cancel/erase these from a wielder for a short period of time. Since he is a former human however, Cecil can only erase these powers temporarily, only up to fifteen minutes at a time.

He’s capable of wielding/mimicking any type of magic useful to his category as a Heart type Vigour, such as boosting other people's strength, some minor healing, or warding off hallucinations or possessions.

Due to his origin as a human, he is still capable of forming blades and fight, (not typical for Heart Spirits whose role tends to be more supportive/healing than direct combat) as well as use some of his old Telepath abilities, namely telekinesis. He is far more durable now than he was as human too.

He can track down magic users which is a common ability for all Vigour Spirits, though since he was originally human, Cecil tends to only be able to track those he knows. He can communicate with other Vigour Spirits through their hivemind, though.

He can fly, of course.

WEAKNESSES:

As he is a former human, Cecil's abilities as a Vigour spirit are more limited than with natural born one, and he is notably weaker than they are.

Since he is still connected to his brother's soul, if Claude gets badly injured it weakens him greatly as well, and if Claude dies, so does he. (this does not work vise versa though; Cecil can lose his physical manifestation, but that just means he disappears back inside Claude's soul and reforms himself overtime)

He has some trauma from the ritual, and does not like dark rooms or caves as a result, given that is where the ritual was done in. He also can have a panic attack if he hears chanting, making some celebratory events bit of a hazard to visit as his powers can go a bit haywire when he panics, or he can just knock shit over as he tries to fly away to escape the scene....

He can't turn into a full human form like natural-born Vigours, meaning his skin will always stay blue even if he can hide his wings.

PERSONALITY:

Cecil is very kind and a curious person, who loves to read and study anything new. Since he hasn't had his own body for years, he tends to get distracted easily by things he hears, smells and sees. He's also eager to go to places and do stuff in general, given as a human his poor health forced him to stay indoors for the most part.

Despite this initial impression, Cecil is not naive by any means, and has a very good instinct with people, able to tell if someone is a threat or lying within seconds, without needing any of his magic. This is also how he was instantly comfortable with Kuromoya despite his darker side, because Cecil could tell he was only a threat to those who harm his bath-house family.

FUN FACTS:

Cecil tries to be considerate over his brother's concern over him, even if he feels it is a bit overblown now, as he's arguably in better shape than he was as a human.

Cecil was very sickly as a human, but had stronger Telepath powers than Claude, hence their father wanted to combine their souls to create a more powerful psychic.

Cecil has mixed feelings about their father, whereas Claude full blown hates him due to what happened. Mixed mainly because Cecil felt like his father genuinely thought doing this would grant him a better life, able to go outside more.

Cecil gets along with Claude's LI Caelan very well, and noted they are somewhat similar in nature, which likely attracted Claude to him in the first place as he felt slightly familiar.

His favorite tea is the color changing butterfly pea tea.

Cecil met Kuromoya when his brother's found family first turned him into a Vigour Spirit, as they'd requested help from the Murasaki siblings and were staying in their bathhouse. Since Cecil has always been drawn to more mysterious, slightly intimidating figures, this is what naturally happened here too.

Kuromoya just figured he's very pretty, and fun to talk with

Cecil can sing quite well and often is seen humming a song or a tune he knows. Sometimes he and Kuromoya sing together.

His Vigour Spirit form is influenced by his soul butterfly shape, which is why it has black-and-white pattern with tiger-like stripes. Typically Vigour spirits have blue/white/yellow clothing.

Cecil was very close with Silas, and they often read together, with him helping Silas with homework. They quickly go back to this habit of studying together once he gets his new body.

Cecil can summon his old clothes if he wants to, though tends to only summon the cardigan now to replace his fluffy-collared cloak, as he feels the tunic is too restraining.

BG STORY:

Cecil was born with a weak physical body and health, but with quite strong telepath powers that he struggled to use to its full potential due to his fragile stature. He didn't really mind, enjoying staying indoors reading books, sometimes joined by the Viceroy family child, Silas.

However, since his brother Claude was born with their family’s crest moth as his soul shape, he was considered a child prodigy of their clan, their father wanted them to perform an old ritual that was a kind of by now a forbidden tradition for the family; to merge the two souls of the skull-moth twins (meaning twins where one twin has the family moth as their soul shape) to create an even stronger telepath. Their father believed this would grant Cecil a better life than his current existence, as well as unleash the full potential of his power.

Claude was adamantly against this idea, as it’d mean he’d physically lose his brother. They were forced to perform it anyway, but due to Claude’s resistance, the ritual went wrong and caused his powers to lash out, destroying the entire town and killing most in it by accident. Cecil's soul meanwhile was sealed within his, his consciousness warped into sort of an unstable moth-human monster that kept tormenting him, throwing Claude off-balance every now and then as his powers lashed out.

Then, after a particularly bad episode, his brother's new "boss" Araknos/Jurou Hasegawa figures out a way to reform Cecil's consciousness back into its original state, and in order to save Claude's life - the fit had severely disrupted his soul and caused his power to start harming his body - the group manages to separate his soul from Claude for the most part, creating him a new body from magic essence itself, thus turning him into a Vigour Spirit.

Cecil only remembers glimpses of his time stuck inside a monstrous form within his brother's soul, though he did remember enough to recognize most people Claude was close with by now, such as his BF Caelan, Jurou himself, and Claude's friends Toshiko & Raitei.

#artists on tumblr #character reference #character bio #digital art #oc illustration #oc reference #fantasy #manga anime #lumi's chaotic creations #lumi's art scribbles #lumi’s chaotic creations #lumi’s art scribbles #telepaths #Cecil Fortis #Drawing that first image reminded me why I don't do birb wings often #I hate drawing them lmao

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sodiumlamp · 11 months ago

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Picard

Picard Season 3 is ten episodes long, and as advertised, it reunites the cast of TNG .......... .................................... ........................................................................................................... .............................................................................................................. ................................................................... ........................................................... ..................................................................................................................................ei.........................ght.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ep...............................................................................i............................................................s..............................................................................................................o.................................................................des..............................................in.

As I expected, this episode sees the good guys retake the ship from Vadic. Jack Crusher creates a diversion, Worf and Raffi rescue Riker and Troi from the Shrike, and Geordi reconnects Data to the ship so he can lock out Vadic's control of the ship's systems.

The good: Data's final showdown with Lore was satisfying, in that there was literally no way for anyone else to interfere or get in the way. Data had to defeat him on his own, and he did it by being the man he is, which sort of revealed the empty life Lore lived. In essence, Data and Lore have combined together, but in the final analysis, Lore doesn't contribute very much at all.

The good: Riker and Troi had a nice conversation in their holding cell on the Shrike. I was confused about how their Season 3 dynamic aligned with their appearance in Season 1, and this filled in the gaps. Riker was just as miserable in S1 as he was at the start of S3, but Troi was using her powers to alleviate his grief, which is why he was so chipper. He saw this as a crutch and wanted to sort things out on his own, and he did. They argue over whether Troi should have done what she did, but in the end she acknowledges that you can't skip to the end when it comes to healing. It works. It's the sort of conflict and resolution you'd expect to see from a couple that's been married for this long. As well as they get on, they still have things to work out sometimes.

The good: Vadic's dead and the Shrike is destroyed. This is satisfying, because it's long overdue. Better late than never. Vadic gets sucked out into space, where she freezes solid and shatters against the hull of the Shrike. I'm not 100% sure that would be enough to kill a Changeling, but the Shrike explosion would probably finish the job. Vadic freezing in space is a nice Jojo Reference, however unintentional. It might have been nice to have her float in space forever, give her the full Kars treatment, but that would never stick in Star Trek. Someone would thaw her out for another run in Star Trek: Discovery Season 47.

The bad: This episode took forever. At least half of this turkey must have been taken up with Vadic reveling in her victory from the Titan's bridge. The point is self-evident. "I won, you lost, and now that I control your ship, I'll start killing you one by one until Jack Crusher surrenders himself." This point is repeated at least three times, and none of them are quick. It's the same dilemma from Episode 2, with Titan in an even weaker position. And Vadic gave rambling speeches then, too.

She talked about why her ship is named Shrike, and how she likes to torment and chip away at her prey, just like the bird the ship is named for. That's just standard supervillain rhetoric. DC Comics has spent decades explaining why "The Penguin" is supposed to be a badass name. But it feels like Vadic's entire raison d'être is to drag out the story. I found out last night that the actress who plays Vadic, Amanda Plummer, is the daughter of Christopher Plummer, who played General Chang in Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country. That probably explains why she spins in her chair and talks so irreverently to her enemies. Except Chang's scenes were mercifully brief. He'd quote Shakespeare at you, do a couple of spins, make some nonverbal commands to his crew, then die to one torpedo. Nobody needed 35 minutes of Chang's routine. A little went a long way.

The bad: Throughout this episode, the Shrike just.... sits there? It made sense in Episode 7, because Vadic led a boarding party onto the Titan. Shrike couldn't do anything without risking their commander or the man they came to get. But somehow Worf was able to sneak on board without anyone noticing, and then he shuttles back to the Titan with no trouble at all. Then, when things really start to go badly for Vadic, the Shrike continues to just sit there. It sits there while Vadic shatters against its hull, it sits there while Titan opens fire on it.

It's like there was no one left on board to man the ship's controls? Except Worf's group left in a hurry because the guards were coming, so there would have been a few people left to run things. You'd think at least one guy would be on duty to raise the shields, or teleport Vadic back aboard, or at least pick off Worf's shuttle.

And if there was anyone on the bridge, it's weird how Titan took out the Shrike so easily, considering how powerful the ship was reported to be in Episode 2. Maybe that asteroid Riker threw at it did more damage than we realized? I don't know, it just seems very anticlimactic. Who built the Shrike, and how did Vadic get it? Why is she commanding it, when her allies have so much of Starfleet at their disposal?

The bad: This season is 80% done before we get all seven TNG characters in the same room together. I didn't expect that moment to happen early. They had to bring Data back from the dead for one thing. But throughout this season, I've found it strange how little we've seen Deanna Troi. That appears to be for plot-related reasons, because the second she's on board the Titan she can sense something eerie about Jack Crusher. If they met too soon, that might short-circuit the story (Don't threaten me with a good time.). It's the same way they had to hold off on Data so he could be the one to reveal that the Changelings stole Picard's corpse.

To be fair, maybe this is the right call, because withholding Troi makes you want to see her that much more, so they held her back until it was most effective. Once she's on the scene, she starts to get to the bottom of things, much like Worf did when he finally showed up.

Still, there's only six TNG characters to be re-introduced here. Picard's the title character, so he's already there. Even if we bring the others in one episode at a time and save Troi for last, that should still bring her in by Episode 6, not 8. Seven's had a bigger presence in this show and she's a Voyager guy. Shaw's had a bigger presence in this show and he's just some dipshit from Chicago.

It's also possible that some of this was done at the actors' request. Maybe Marina Sirtis was like "Hey, I want to be a part of this, but I've got other things going on, so I'd like a smaller role." And that's why she had those isolated cameos because they were easier to film.

But I feel like this could have been handled differently. Just do a shorter season. Six episodes instead of ten. Or write more story for criminy's sake! I feel like a supercut of Vadic's ramblings would fill a whole episode all by itself. No one needed that!

#mike watches picard #sheer fucking hubris

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crimsononiarataki-archive · 11 months ago

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"Well, as long nothin' I'm allergic to is in the snacks I don't see any reason to say no to that idea, but the spring doesn't belong to me or my Gang. I just happened to find it is all."

The Oni liked the idea of hanging out with Ink and her friends, who knew that meeting another 'Gang' leader would be so interesting. Plus, the Arataki Gang was the only true gang in Hanamizaka, there weren't any other gangs around Inazuma as far as he was aware. Not ones that were referred to by name, at least. Most were rag tag groups of Kairagi and treasure hoarders, basically just bands of thieves.

"Yeah, I get that. I'm from a fallen clan but my boys and second-in-command just call me 'Boss'. I'm not exactl-y a stickler for the name rules, especially when I'm friends with someone."

Most Oni didn't have last names, he was also the only known living Crimson Oni, where there was a full clan of Blue Oni out there, nobody really spoke to them. Sure, he was helping them out by getting them food and stuff, but other than that he didn't really have any dealings with those Oni. Takuya seemed to make a point to collect the food and whatever else the Crimson Oni brought and then send him on his way. Likely still feeling guilty about allowing the larger Oni to help his people out in the first place.

"Ink, huh? That's a prett-y cool soundin' name. I think we're gonna be great friends, if you wanna be friends, that is."

He wasn't one to force people to be friends with him, as an Oni most humans avoiding as much contact with him as possible. Usually by throwing beans at him. He got bullied a lot but never retaliated, and he didn't plan on starting to retaliate, either. As a Crimson Oni he needed to earn the respect of the humans, not beg for their respect.

"Yeaah, they do it a LOT actually, I don't retaliate though, and I have no intention of starting to do so, either. As a Crimson Oni, I'm supposed to earn the human's respect. I was born in the human village of Hanamizaka, where we met earlier."

He'd keep leading her toward Uyuu Restaurant where her missing friend might be found. As she spoke about the Dango Milk and then asked what Dango was he'd chuckle before grinning. The Oni had a feeling she was going to have some sort of question about that, luckily for her, he knew what it was.

"Dango is a sweet people in Inazuma really like, it's made from rice and milk, the tri-color version sold in shops here is flavored with local Sakura Bloom, and another flower. Since no 'soy' is used to make it, I can eat it without issue."

As she got upset about him having been bean bombed, his crimson eyes would widen. He'd not expected her to have such a reaction to finding out people attacked him in that way! Of course, he could retaliate himself but didn't. He was taught not to retaliate against normal humans, because they were considerably weaker than he was due to him being an Oni and them being humans.

"Whoa now, there's no need for that. It's alright, really! It sucks when they do it, sure, but I'm not gonna retaliate. I'm a lot stronger than they are and I don't wanna hurt them."

He wasn't sure why people liked to view him as a cursed spirit, he was an Oni, not a spirit at all. Of course, what do the humans know about most Yokai anyway? Not much, a Crimson Oni, at one point, was a very close friend and ally of the Shogun. They'd walk a bit longer before he'd stop outside a decently sized building.

"This is Uyuu Restaurant, you can go check and see if your friend is inside. If they're not here, I can take you to the next place they might be."

@demon-blood-youths

"Really? Well...I appreciate the offer! We make sure to pay you back with snacks and food! We probably save some food that isn't native to Inzuama. Let's share when we hang out!" Ink grinned. Moving on, Ink is reminded to call him Itto instead of his last name.

"Oh right! Sorry! I thought I should because...I heard respect and honor are a BIG thing here and calling someone by their last name is a sign of respect so that's why!" Ink explained her reason. Oblivion told her that people in Inzuama are always referring to their surname since the family name is valued in their society.

"And yes! Just call me Ink! That's my first name, Itto." She tells him. "I mean surnames are important but not too much important, if you know what I mean!" She explained.

"Oh! So Dango Milk is that. A beverage that sounds like a dessert." And it's in a bottle. Maybe drinking it will go well when soaking in the hot spring. "But what is dango?" She asked. "This is the first time I heard of it."

Ink blinks when it comes to Onis. People view Oni or rather in this case, Itto as a 'cursed spirit'. Wait what?! Then she heard that people threw beans at him.

"They did what?!" Ink widens her grey eyes. She glowers, "That is not cool! Where are they? I wanna beat them up. Allergies are a serious thing!"

And the fact, Itto is treated as some cursed spirit by the people isn't cool either. Heck, Ink barely knows Itto but given the first impression. He is really nice!

She knows the feeling of being discriminated against. Demons aren't well-liked either in some parts. Getting sprayed with so-called holy water can irk her and her friends. Heck, some people want to challenge her because she's a dragon-type demon. Not that she minded, but if people threatened her friends just to get a rise of her. That's a problem.

#demonbloodyouths #The Young Demonic Drake Ink #The One and Oni (primary)

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voidnoidoid · 2 years ago

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weak hero antagonist writing appreciation

One thing I really enjoy about Weak Hero is the way it bothers to flesh out and develop the antagonists. No, I'm not talking about the throwaway random thugs, I'm referring to the main bad guys like Jimmy, Wolf, Forrest, Donald, Teddy, Jake and hell even Helmet and Philip.

When I say development I mean both character growth and regression, and also general fleshing out of their personalities and backstory, as well as what they do in the story outside of battling the heroes.

During story arcs where characters other than the main Eunjang crew get the focus, there's always a group of people complaining about wanting to see the main characters and how they don't want to see the "evil bad guys". I get it, people want to see their favourite characters instead of ones they dislike. However, what these people don't understand is that it is NECESSARY to flesh out the antagonists, almost as much as the protagonists in order for a story to go from simply good to fantastic.

Giving antagonists attention in the story, such as writing little moments for them here and there to all out story arcs and mini-backstories aids in broadening our understanding of who they are as people. If done well, it builds intrigue and interest in the characters. Sometimes this can make an antagonist more likeable, for example with Jimmy's backstory. He is presented as an arrogant jerkwad, but over time we get to see more sides to him aside from his huge ego.

He is insecure about his place in the Union and is desperate to show Donald what he's made of. He cares about those he's close to, most notably Jack. He is tenacious and determined, as shown when he got back up after being knocked out by one of the Cheongang executives. He's not just some one-dimensional punching bag for the good guys to beat, he's a person with strengths, flaws, and emotions. He may not be a good person, but he's not completely bad.

Even Dongha, who is shown to be downright crazy and ruthless in battle, is given a sympathetic background. He really values and cares for Seongmok as a friend, and remembers the kindness others show him, like when a kind woman gave him a scarf when he was cold. Dongha's behaviour can be explained by his desire to not let anyone look down on him. When he was a child, he was poor and other kids made fun of him for it. The one way he thought of to show dominance was violence, which carried through to his teens. This also explains why he loves money so much, and adds depth to his interaction with richboy Philip.

On the other hand, Helmet's development showcases how much of a horrible ass he is. He doesn't grow as a person, but we see how he gets worse after he is kicked out of the Union. Firstly, we see him as a coward, a loudmouthed bully who picks on those weaker than him for no other reason than so he seems stronger. He has no ambition to grow stronger, because he has such an inflated and downright delusional view of himself. After getting kicked out, his social media description is "Lone Wolf"... as if he chose to be alone on his own will. Sad. He lurks outside the cram schools to pick on kids for money, instead of getting a part time job like Teddy or Gerard.

At least he has the common sense to be utterly terrified of Gray when they met again. But after that, he tried to make a name for himself again by joining "Jailbreak" a group of dropouts who take pride in acting like petty thugs and not having a proper education (despite having the opportunity. so many kids would love to go to school!!) Helmet got rejected of course. This shows how desperate Helmet is to be powerful, and how he refuses to change himself or realise that he is wrong. Finally, he comes running back to Jimmy, his tail between his legs, begging to be let back into the crew. He even brought a gift! An entire plastic bag full of boiled eggs. What the hell kind of peace offering is that? Helmet is so focused on himself and honestly pretty stupid to think that Jimmy would accept him because he begged and also because of boiled eggs. Helmet didn't have the thoughtfulness to bring drinks, causing Jimmy to choke. He is chased away again and I guess that's where his story ends!

Therefore developing the antagonists adds to their character and enriches the story. It also serves as great worldbuilding because we get to see more of how the setting works. The Union is involved with shady business deals, slowly expanding their control of their region. We get to see what other organised crime groups are like with the Cheongang arc, and what happened with Manwol.

I have a lot to say but im just gonna end to post here it's 3am im tired. Thanks for reading this far :D

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #Jimmy bae #Jake ji #Donald na #wolf keum #weak hero helmet #dongha baek #seongmok #gray yeon #gerard ji #teddy park #weak hero analysis

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xutokawa · 4 years ago

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s/o finding scratch marks on their back

pairings: atsumu x reader, oikawa x reader

genre(s): angst, fluff in beginning, cheating s/o

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol

wc: 1.6k

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a/n: i feel like writing some angst and nothing says angst like an s/o finding out their partner is cheating :’) send requests for other haikyuu characters if you want some more! i already have a couple drafted up hehe

osamu and iwazumi ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Atsumu

Curling yourself into a ball, you tightly clenched at the blanket, trying to imagine Atsumu’s warmth surrounding you. You dearly missed your husband, touch-starved from not seeing him for two days. A smile spread across your face knowing that he would be in your arms again in a couple hours.

You knew dating a pro-volleyball player would mean nights alone in your shared apartment. It was hard at first, but you slowly got used to it, knowing he would walk through the front door and come back home to you.

Later that day, you were quietly humming to yourself while cooking dinner for Atsumu and yourself when you heard the doorknob jiggling followed by the sound of keys. Excitement and anticipation coursed through your body as you quickly went to greet your husband at the door. As soon as the door opened to reveal the blond setter, you rushed into his arms.

“Y/n,” Atsumu breathed into your hair, holding you tight, “I missed you so much.”

Snuggling into his chest, you replied, “I missed you too.”

Pulling away, you looked up at him, “Dinner’s almost ready. Go wash up first.”

Atsumu placed a quick kiss on your forehead, muttering a quick I love you before picking up his bags and heading towards your bedroom.

Hearing the shower turn on, you returned to cooking. Hands dry from washing the dishes, you decided to go grab some lotion, heading into the bathroom. You stopped dead in your tracks, however, when you glanced at Atsumu.

Back turned towards you, the setter was unaware of your presence in the bathroom. Red, angry marks lined his broad shoulders as hickeys were dotted across his neck. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until your vision started blurring. Quickly slipping out of the bathroom, you went into your shared bedroom, packing a small bag with your belongings. Silent sobs racked your body as you imagined Atsumu’s breath on another’s neck, whispering sweet nothings into their ears as he gave himself away to them.

You couldn’t believe it. Your husband, your Atsumu. More than anything, you wanted to know why? What did you not give? Was your marriage worth nothing to him? Texting your best friend, you told them you’d be staying at their house for the night, not offering further explanation.

Did he mean it when he proclaimed his love earlier? You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this. How many times has he betrayed your trust, indulged in another person as you patiently waited for his return. Scoffing in anger, you hastily pulled your ring off your left hand, placing it on his bedside table along with a note. Anger surged through your body as you stared at the diamond gleaming at you, memories of the day Atsumu got down on one knee as he asked to spend the rest of his life with you flooding back. That day, you left, never turning back, putting the past five years with Atsumu behind you.

The apartment was noticeably colder when Atsumu finally stepped out of the shower. Quickly changing, he walked out to the kitchen, craving your embrace. He couldn’t wait to sit down and just talk, maybe cuddle and watch a movie until the both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. The setter missed you dearly during his time away, and he wanted to make up for lost time. However, you were nowhere to be found. He searched through the entire apartment only to be met with silence.

Maybe she went out to buy something, Atsumu thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted, however, when he noticed a note on his nightstand.

‘I’ll be gone for a couple of days. I’ll eventually come back for the rest of my stuff, but I just can’t bear to see you right now. I hope it was worth it. Glad to know our marriage was worth dog shit to you. Don’t come looking for me, the last thing I want to see is you right now.’

The note in the setter’s hands began to shake as he glanced at your wedding ring on the table. He thought he heard the door open in the shower earlier, but didn’t think much of it. It was only when his shampoo ran down his back that he realized he had marks on his back. Atsumu knew he messed up as soon as the deed was over. Your comforting smile continuously flashed through his mind as he pulled his shirt back over his head. He felt sick to his stomach opening his phone to find a text from you telling him to take care of himself when another person’s scent lingered on him.

He couldn’t lose you. He needed to find you, tell you it was all a drunken mistake. It was the alcohol, not him. The thought of you despising him made the setter choke out a sob, rushing out the door in hopes to catch up to you. It didn’t mean anything to him. It was getting too lonely without you, and he indulged in alcohol in hopes to fill the void. His eyes searched frantically, legs and lungs burning from running down countless flights of steps, hoping to catch a glance of you and bring you back him.

But it was too late. It was over. Atsumu already ruined everything.

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Oikawa

Frustration boiled through Oikawa as he rubbed his hands over his face. He didn’t mean to lash out at you, after all, you were just being a caring partner. Concerns for the setter’s health turned into a full-blown argument resulting with you in tears and Oikawa at a local bar, drowning his misery in liquor. His state of mind grew foggier with each shot he downed. So when the scent of perfume engulfed his senses as seductive whispers filled his ears, he gave in.

You were waken up by the sound of a clatter coming from the kitchen followed by a loud ‘fuck!’

Groggily, you glanced at the alarm clock on your nightstand.

12:47am

Heading towards the source of noise, you found your boyfriend curled in a ball on the ground. The stench of alcohol overwhelmed your nostrils as you attempted to get your boyfriend to stand.

You couldn’t help but smile at the ‘I’m so sorry, y/n’s and the ‘Please forgive me’s coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth, assuming he was referring to your earlier argument. Sighing, you laid him down on your mattress, walking towards his closet to grab his pajamas. With great struggle, you successfully peeled the shirt from Oikawa’s back before he flopped back down on the mattress. Preparing to shove his night shirt over his head, your movements froze as you took in the claw marks running down his back. Blood running cold, you glanced at the setter’s face, seemingly peaceful as he slept.

Anger coursed through your veins at the thought of him running into another person’s arms when your relationship got a little tough.

Pathetic.

You scoffed as you threw his shirt on the ground. Blinded by rage, your mind didn’t register your hand coming in contact with his cheek.

A loud smack sounded through the empty night as Oikawa’s eyes shot open.

“You piece of shit,” you venomously spit out.

Confusion visible clouded Oikawa’s eyes as he began adjusting to his surroundings, obviously sobering up.

“Y-y/n, what was that for?” Oikawa began sitting up, eyebrows furrowed together.

“So what, we have one argument and you decide to go fuck some random person?” You raised your voice at the man sitting in front of you.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t-”

“Cut the crap, Oikawa,” ignoring the pain flashing through Oikawa’s eyes at the use of his last name, “The hickey on your neck and scratch marks are more than enough proof that you cheated on me.”

Panic flashed in Oikawa’s eyes as he realized what was happening, the gravity of the situation registering in his mind. He cheated on you.

“I-” Oikawa stuttered, words getting stuck in his throat at the thought of losing you. He couldn’t even make excuses, knowing he had been caught red-handed in his infidelity.

“I’m staying in a hotel for the rest of the night. I’m coming back tomorrow afternoon, and your shit better be out of here by then,” your eyes hardened as you turned around, beginning to pack a small bag with essential belongings. Panic rose in Oikawa as he scrambled to stop you.

“Wait, y/n, let’s talk this out,” Oikawa pleaded, tears welling in his eyes, “We can fix this, right? You can’t leave me, I love you!”

The setter’s heart shattered as you flinched away from his touch, as if it physically hurt you to be near him.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” you managed to choke out, zipping up your bag.

“I do love you, y/n! Please, believe me,” Oikawa desperately pleaded, sobs racking his body, “I didn’t mean to! It didn’t mean anything, y/n, I can fix this, I promise!”

“You seem to have a habit of breaking your promises, Oikawa,” your voice audibly weaker. You needed to get away from him, away from the source of your heartbreak.

“Y/n, wait! Please-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the slam of the front door.

It wasn’t until 47 missed calls, 118 messages, and 32 voicemails later, that Oikawa realized you were never coming back to him. You had walked out of his life forever, and it was all his fault.

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mickey-vaughan · 8 months ago

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"Willow?" Jesse repeated her name, brushing a hand through his curls, still clearly agitated as he took a couple of steps this way, then that, then paused again. He thought of the burger place Avery probably referred to. "Uh, I mean, not personally," he denied, shaking his head. "But it's probably that one chick." It was such a vague reference that he could literally be referring to anyone, but his mind's eye brought up a dark-haired girl with freckles and a round face. Honestly, absolutely a stunning piece of work he'd thought on more than one occasion, but that's where it all stopped. Jesse didn't blame Avery for taking a walk with her. "Yeah, I remember," he muttered, standing up straighter some as he considered Avery. They hadn't really seen each other in years- their last real hangout, well.. It may have been years, but it wasn't like Jesse just forgot who Avery was and what he'd been interested in and the path in life he'd always planned to go down. At one point in their miserable lives, they'd actually been best friends. Avery was the only other person Jesse could have gone to back then, if not his sister. But clearly, the other man thought he either didn't recall or didn't care, because he spoke of it all as if he needed to share these details of himself like Jesse didn't already know Avery was more interested in the composing side of things. Shit- once upon a time, he'd even been giving Jesse tips on how to play and that all came to an end once Jesse had randomly split one day.

"What the fuck do you expect me to say, man?!" he yelled back, arms spread wide in a helpless fashion. "You were the one who brought it up!" Jesse swallowed around the lump in his throat, unable to look away from the other man that seemed to just break down right in front of him. Full on tears and anguish and upset- all of it. He couldn't recall ever seeing Avery this way, this openly broken and lost. The instinct was there, to do more than what he was doing. He'd even taken a reactionary step forward, as if he meant to go to the musician and-- what? Comfort him somehow? It wasn't easy to hear that his friend, his best friend, actually had thoughts of that kind of thing because he couldn't see any other way. "All that is bullshit anyway," Jesse finally got out, though his voice felt weaker than before. "That's a corporate check list of what society claims will fulfill your life and it all means shit all- it's subjective, alright? Life is just life, you'll just make yourself miserable comparing yours to others, trust me." He spoke from personal experience there. But this wasn't the important stuff, he knew it wasn't- it gave him a moment's distraction away from the other heavy stuff that clearly had to be addressed and Jesse didn't feel like he was the best person to do anything about it. Who the fuck was he? How was he supposed to help Avery? But then Avery only mentioned how he would leave his dads, and his uncle, behind. Uh????!?! UH!?!?! See, this was why Jesse knew, ultimately, he could only count on himself. The man could be standing right in front of fucking someone and they didn't even THINK to include him as someone who might care or be affected if Avery left the world. It was as good as a bucket of ice being dumped on him.

Though, should he be surprised? He'd probably caused that himself by leaving. Jesse knew he didn't have a leg to stand on to be upset over some small slip like that, but that didn't mean he wasn't. "In case you haven't figured it out, I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS ALL FUCKIN' WORKS EITHER!" he shouted suddenly, far more aggressively than probably warranted from the situation and it was born from the hurt Avery had unintentionally caused. That instinct to try and comfort Avery had gone and he kept his distance. "No, I don't want you gone," he stated flatly then, though the words certainly lacked any feelings behind it. One could almost say he was saying it to be nice, the way it came out. But that was only because Jesse had closed himself off already- the truth was, he wouldn't have said it if he didn't mean it. He didn't want Avery gone. He didn't want to even think of it. He'd just been talking out of his ass before, trying to see where Avery's headspace was.

"Yeah, I get it," Jesse sighed, as Avery struggled to explain. Now that it was all out and said, he knew exactly what his friend described and how hopeless it all felt. In different ways, sure. "Shit, you know how many times I wish I would have slugged my old man?" he asked suddenly, the question bringing some levity to the moment. "He would have deserved it." Damn right he would have. "Axel can take a punch," Jesse continued, with an eye-roll. He knew Avery was torn up about it because it was his father, he loved his dad- probably never thought he could get to a point where he'd harm the man. Jesse couldn't relate to that, he'd certainly come to that plenty of times in his life but had never gotten the guts to act on it. "It's not like you'll just stop being his son," he reminded the other. While he could see Avery's stress over this, he also could see it was utterly pointless. Nothing but guilt eating away at the guy when in reality, he would absolutely bet everything he had that Axel had forgiven his son the second it happened. Avery would find that out some day, even if it wasn't something he could confront right now. "A gun?" Jesse's brows furrowed, head jerking in Avery's direction, clearly confused as to why that was being brought up. "Jesus- you're- are you fucking telling me to kill you?" he was astounded. "Ave- have you lost your fuckin' mind? You can't tell me you'll figure it all out and then advise me to get a gun. How's that supposed to make me trust you'll figure anything out? Christ!" No, none of this was a joke. Avery was honestly starting to freak him out.

As Jesse goes silent, Avery says nothing, he just looks down at his feet, slowly kicking the dirt, he didn't want to force it, but this was just so hard, he didn't blame Jesse for having a hard time adjusting, none of them was to blame, but that still didn't make it any easier. He looks up as he hears Jesse's question, "Oh, Willow she works at the burger place, do you know her?" Jesse has been here long than him, it wasn't that cazy to think he had come to meet a couple of people, "I was kinda freaking out from being around too many people, and she was pretty cool, took me outside and we talked for a little while," he shrugs, at least so far, the people he had actually talk to seemed nice, that was a plus. "For now," Avery nods, "I do work in the music industry, but not like my dad, I'm kinda in the backstage," not that he had a problem with following his dad's footsteps, Avery loved the man, he was (well, both his dads were) like his hero, but while his dad always loved the spotlight, being the center of attention, Avery would be happy just playing his guitar in his corner and making sure the band put on a good show, Axel, his dad, had a lot of charisma and Avery was lacking a bit of that, there was also the fact that his dad was very well know aroud town, Avery at someone point became the younger Moore, and he was he was more than Axel's son, he was his own person, which also weight a little bit in his decision to not become a performer, he was fine just come up to the stage to play some amateur gigs with his friends, "I Help produce music, I'm the guy telling you this instrument is better there, you need to change this beat to that other one, that sort of thing," he explained though he didn't thing Jesse would be interested on the details of his job, "But after all this I had to put that on hold..." he felt he didn't to say more.

"Yes!" Avery says, well he pretty much yells, at this point this was gonna trun into a screaming match, " So what you're saying is you rather have me fucking dead than wolf?!" he asks, he was trying not to take it personally, but it was a bit hard, and if he was being honest, hearing those words actually hurt, a lot, "You don't understand, I'm 34 years old, Jesse, I don't want to fucking die!" he yelled out, "Do you think I haven't thought of that? just ending it all? I would even try it if I wasn't such a fucking coward, but I don't--"he pauses, breathing out, Avery's gaze goes to the ground as he feels the hot tears on his cheeks, he takes a second before looking up, "I don't wanna die," that comes out more like a plea, and he feels so stupid at this point, so helpless, "I've got--nothing to show for, things weren't supposed to be like this! I was just making a name for myself in the music industry, and what do I leave behind? no partner, no kids, not that I'm sure I want that, but I want to at least have the chance to chose it! what I just do something fucking stupid and leave 2 broken old man behind? 3 if you coun't my uncle?!" he shake his head, tears still falling, at this point, he didn't even care, the thought of it all coming to an end was too much, the pain he was gonna cause the ones he loved was way too much, it was hard enough having to leave and keeping all this a secret, it was eating away at him,"Do you though?! 'cause you're out there acting as if I can just filp a fucking swtich and I'm back being me, and that's not how it works!"

"It's--hard to explain," he wipes the tears away, shaking his head, as he tries to make sense of it all, "I'm me. But this thing takes over and it stops being me. Like, when you're fucking drunk out of your mind or high, it's you in a way but you have no control and you end up doing things that you would never, ever do if you were sober," that was the best way he could explain it, though, of course being a raging wolf was a lot wrose, a lot harder than being under the influence but still, "I'm me, but this thing takes over, and i'mt--gone. I--I--" he feels the tears coming back again, "I hit my dad, Jesse, punched him in the fucking face, I just got so--angry..." it was the first time he was admiting this, and, he knew this was not gonna help his case, at all, how was he gonna get the other to trust him, admiting something like this? "I know, I know you don't and I know its hard, I'm gonna get better, and that I can promise," he meets his friend's eyes, "Fine, you don't trust me, I'm not gonna beg you to, do you have a gun?" Avery asks, "If you don't trust me, keep on you, if I ever lose it... don't think twice. Shot me," this could be a joke, but it was not, he meat it, and the ice, cold look on his blue eyes left no reason to doubt.

#avery x jesse #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #tw murder #tw murder mention #tw gun #tw gun mention #tw abandonment #tw mens ugly tears #tw death #tw death mention

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wilt1ng · 3 years ago

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The Collector: Asa Emory Headcanons

I have Asa Emory brain rot, so what's better than to write about it?

These are primarily opinion (some fact), and just for fun! Requests are on. ♡

Asa is canonically blind(?) When doing some research on the first movie, "The Collector", I stumbled upon an interview with Asa Emory's original actor; Juan Fernandez. In it is quote;

"At what point do you think or did you decide that The Collector knew Arkin was in the house?"

JF: "The Collector ALWAYS knew that somebody was in the house. Talking blind again think of Al Pacino in Scent Of A Woman, his moves, the way he smells, The Collector was the same. The Collector was blind and a blind person knows – they have a sixth sense. You think that’s he’s going to go inside the house and he’s not going to know from the smell or the air changes that there is someone in there – then he wouldn’t be The Collector."

[I'm not sure if this carries into the second movie??]

Asa Emory has some heavy daddy issues. On his wiki page it explains how The Collector came to be; how when Asa Emory was a boy his father went insane due to digesting chemicals meant for taxidermy, killed his family, stuffed them, and placed them around the table for Thanksgiving dinner. Asa was the only survivor, however the experience warped his mind.

In the first movie "The Collector" when Asa is about to discover Hannah (the hidden child), Arkin (Mr. Badass) yells profanities/insults at Asa in order to get his attention. One slur catches Asa's attention in particular; being the "F" slur. It VISIBLY pissed him off, so it's safe to assume his father used this word often when referring to his son.

Humans <<< Bugs/Insects; Self explanatory for the most part. He will treat bugs with more respect than any of his victims.

Asa Emory taking interest in you is a fate worse than death.

Every so often he kidnaps a "lucky" lady to which he keeps around. In the sequel "The Collection" it is shared to the viewers that Asa has kept a young girl named Abby. Abby vocally expresses how she is the "Collector's favorite" and how he has taken a liking to her.

I theorize that even Asa can get lonely, occasionally seeking another person to which he has full control over. Regarding his type; I believe he likes the "pretty girls". The dolled up and innocent ones catch his eye. He most likely goes for the easier to manipulate girls, the ones without a flame to tame, and the ones who appear weaker.

"Pretty... pretty girl."

I imagine Asa's voice as being very husky and low from lack of use. It's a very demanding voice; he's able to provoke fear just by speaking, although he prefers not to around victims especially.

Regarding words, The Collector doesn't use them often. I mean, who does he have to talk to? But every so often; when he wishes to express himself verbally, the sentences may be short.

"Sit."

(Rare instance of Asa being nice)

"Sit... please."

The Collector never kills without a performance.

In the first movie, Asa's movements reminded me of a predator; a black panther to be precise. He moved in a calculated manner with a sort of swiftness. In the second movie, I feel as if we're introduced to a more brutish side.

If Asa discovered a tattoo of an insect on one of his victims I can imagine one of two things happening.

He carves the tattoo from their skin to where he dries it, preserving it similar to leather.

They strike his interest, for better or for worse. Maybe he keeps them around to replace Abby.

BONUS: Asa discovers your tattoo of your favorite insect and it becomes his new nickname for you.

"My little dragon-fly."

#slasher #slashers #asa emory #horror horrormovies headcanons billylenzheadcanon #headcanon #the collection #the collector #imagine #horroredit #horror movies #horror #thriller

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yhwhsdaughter · 3 years ago

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pairing: trevor belmont x fem reader

content: forced vampirism, monster slaying, main character death, pining, angst, mention of animal death, usage of the word ‘assault’ to refer vampires feeding on reader

- this was meant as platonic soulmates but it can be seen as romantic too

“It hurts…”

Feet dragging across the rocky ground, you heard screeches of pain from behind, though they soon diminished. You could only focus on the pulsing sensation at the side of your neck; it was like fire rushing through your veins.

Preoccupied with your agony, Belmont was able to sneak up. He raised his whip, ready to kill off the last of the creatures when you suddenly turned, and with glossy eyes you said, “Help me…”

The whip managed to leave a thin horizontal line across your cheek as he pulled back, causing blood to drip out slowly. Now illuminated by the moon, Belmont saw the damage on you. Skin exposed by the ripped clothes showed multiple bite marks. Blood stained the corner of your lips.

She’s been infected..

Belmont didn’t see a monster but a scared woman who’d just been assaulted by vampires. He knew what she’d turn into, but he couldn’t kill her… not when she looked at him like this. Sunrise was approaching so he had to act fast.

Draping his cloak onto your form, Belmont proceeded to carry you into the nearest building, which so happened to be where the carnage had occurred. Upon recognizing the place, you began to panic, shaking and looking at him with distrust. “You’re safe. I killed every last of those bloodsuckers.��

The two of you stayed like that for a while, in that shitty stinking room. Eventually tiredness overcame your senses; Belmont felt weight settle on his shoulder. He wonder how a vampire could look so innocent whilst sleeping.

“Hungry…”

You felt parched; it felt like your throat had dried up, barely able to utter a word.

“I know.”

A rabbit was placed in front of you. Blinking at it, you directed a confused glance at the man. “I’m—this is.. for me?” He nodded. Taking the animal with traces of disgust, you raised it to your mouth. Blood gushed into your mouth; feeding made a horrible slurping that would certainly haunt you but there was relief amongst those troubling feelings.

You gulped every last drop, draining the poor creature of its life. Still, your hunger and thirst weren’t satiated. Biting your lip, you pondered on the next move. Because this man had saved you, daring to kill him or even feed off him seemed… rude. Not to mention, he seemed way stronger than you in terms of experience. Prior to this, you were a regular citizen. Maybe you could run away?

“Here.”

Trevor could see your turmoil. Most vampires needed to drain at least one human every time they fed—if they were being generous. They could survive weeks without blood but it made them weaker. Besides, it was older vampires who had this kind of self control. Newborns tended to be more unstable.

“Just take it before I change my mind.”

You did as told, though you were still unsure. Hesitating, you licked your lips before nearing towards the vein on his wrist.

Trevor let out a grunt when your fangs pierced him. Although you tried to be gentle, it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. As he became lightheaded and you full, the mouth that was attached to his wrist removed itself with a ‘pop’.

After making sure he was alright, you asked for his name. “Trevor. Trevor Belmont.”

“Oh..”

“……”

“Oh! I’m (Name) (Surname).”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

“It’s dangerous.”

“I still-still want to go!”

The last remnants of sun were gone. Ever since your first encounter with the rugged monster hunter, you refused to part from him, following the latter like a lost puppy.

“I’m not much of a fighter.. b-but watch this!”

On cue, you punched the nearest tree, cracking it and making a sizable hole. You looked back proudly towards Trevor; except when you tried to pull your hand out, you were having difficulty.

“Ah. It’s stuck.”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle, walking away, clearly amused with your display of power. You pulled harder, “Hold on! Don’t leave me alone! It’s scary..” you muttered the last part while chasing after him. Despite being a creature of the night, the world and its evils still frightened you.

At the sound of a branch snapping, you yelped, grabbing a piece of Trevor’s cloak for security.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Belmont when you punched a head clean off, practically decapitating one of the attackers. He might have been seriously injured if you had not intervened.

“Trevor.”

Gazing at you under the moonlight, he saw the hunger in your eyes as you held a man whom was still alive but struggling. His neck was exposed. Even so, you waited.

The Belmont turned away, giving you privacy to feed.

He knew that by allowing you to live, you would continue to take blood from others. Normally he wouldn’t feel soft towards a monster but whenever he thought of you, it was different.

His guilt was lessened when you drank from scum. Before putting the lives of innocents in danger, he would offer his own.

“Are you done?”

The corpse of the man was dropped unceremoniously as you joined Trevor, a light skip to your step.

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Despite adopting a nighttime lifestyle, Trevor was still human and had to conduct business during daylight hours.

He’d left your lodgings, which was an abandoned cottage, for a while. Nobody really passed through there anyway, so he thought you were safe. Worst came to worse, you could handle yourself. But as your self proclaimed protector, Trevor felt uneasy leaving you alone.

Maybe he should’ve listened to his gut because when he arrived, the door was wide open with dirty footprints leading in all the way to your coffin.

Two men had opened it—staring at the peaceful expression on your face, unaware that they were here to end you. To them it was obvious what you were. Even with that frilly white dress that made you look somewhat angelic, they couldn’t be fooled. As they raised their weapons to strike, Trevor used his whip. His sudden entrance startled them but it gave you the chance to wake up.

Eyes snapping open, you jumped onto the other man, taking both of you to the ground. His screams echoed shortly as you tore into his throat. The remaining one had no chance; Trevor left the room, closing the door on his way out, killing the light that entered and cutting off the way to escape.

Left alone with your prey, a smile crept up your face.

When you opened the door again, the dress which decorated your body was now stained red. There was hardly a clean piece on the material. Even so, you greeted Trevor with a hug.

“Trevor..”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“M-me too..”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.

“You should retire.”

“Belmonts don’t retire. The only rest they get is when they’re dead.”

“Well I don’t want you to die.”

“I have to, someday.”

“No you don’t.”

It’s been like this for the past few years; Trevor was sixty now. His body didn’t look that of an aging man, but the expression on his face did. He’d seen too much and as time passed, it was harder to fight monsters by himself.

Of course you’d noticed that and suggested turning him. It was an ongoing discussion; Trevor didn’t fancy the idea of living an eternal life but the thought of leaving this earth without you was disheartening. He didn’t say it but the situation tore him apart.

There was also the fact that he was too old for you; forty years to be exact. You’d maintained your youth, looking lovely as ever. His doubts were shot down when you immediately said that you didn’t care about that.

“I just want you.”

He always kept pushing the conversation away and you were patient. Trevor supposed that you could’ve taken him by force if you wanted and when he inquired, you told him it would be like violating him, robbing him of the choice you were never given.

As understanding as you were; the time would come for him to decide and confront you about it.

That time was now.

He should have been more careful, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Trevor watched as the sun slowly descended. Would you make it here before he passed? Would he die without seeing you one last time?

When you woke night had already fallen. Trevor wasn’t home; he’d been late plenty of times before but this occasion felt different.

Upon stepping outside, the smell of blood hit you. It reeked, staining the very air. You immediately recognized the source—how could you not? You’d fed from Trevor countless times.

Rushing in that direction, you prayed to whatever entity was listening to keep Trevor safe. The world and its gods could condemn you, but not him.

Not him.

You found him sprawled on a big rock, a creature hovering over his crumpled figure. Without thinking, you tore it to pieces. Blood rained as his mangled body flew to various parts of the forest.

“Trevor!!!”

He let out a groan, which would’ve made you sigh in relief but his visible injuries proved otherwise. You were no doctor and even if you could carry him into town, it would be too late. There was no other option. If you didn’t do anything, you might lose him.

“Trevor. Let me do it.”

Still conscious enough to reply, “I don’t want to become—”

“A monster?”

“I cannot become what I sought to destroy..”

Tears escaped your eyes, blurring the image of the person whom you treasure most. “Please.. please please please..! Don’t leave me alone!”

You begged, knowing it was unfair to pressure him in such way but you couldn’t bare the thought of existing if he wasn’t present. He was your salvation, your companion…your world. And yet, he was being robbed from you.

So soon… It’s too soon!

You always imagined Trevor living well into old age, spending the remainder of his life with you, being happy. He was destined to die peacefully, not like this. Not in this shitty place, by the hands of a shitty monster!

“I can’t. I’m sorry..”

Grabbing his hands, you lowered your forehead on them, crying your heart out. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

“Kiss me.”

Despite the pain that he was in, Trevor found it in himself to smile. For you. “Kiss me one last time.” Tears dropped slowly as you heard him. Shaking your head; you couldn’t kill him.

“I want it to be you..”

His words struck a chord.

Lifting him by the neck in a gentle manner, you pushed the collar of his shirt aside, exposing his carotid. As you bit into his familiar skin once more, your other hand caressed him, trying to make this goodbye as painless as possible.

With every sip you took, tears fell down.

I love you! I love you! I love you!

His warm hand turned cold.

You held him in your arms like he once did to you, with the outmost care, with the love he deserved.

Since Trevor didn’t say where he wanted his body to be buried, you chose the nicest spot. It was a secluded place where it wouldn’t be dug up by animals or people—but not so hidden either.

Whilst cleaning the blood that covered his body and face, you found a piece of cloth with writing on it. Staring at it, you recognized the Belmont insignia. Turning the material, you managed to read the words…

Take this. Go to Alucard.

Trevor must’ve written that in his final moments; probably in case he didn’t make it before you arrived. The letters were sloppy because of the blood but you could read it well.

Clutching it to your chest, you sobbed until the light of day began to burn. For a moment you wished to stay there and disappear. Perhaps you could join Trevor.

Together even in death..

─── ☾☼☽ ───

The journey was rather long.

Looming in all its glory, Castle Dracula. You looked at the last piece of your beloved, holding it tighter in your hand.

“Okay. Let’s meet this Alucard.”

#trevor belmont #castlevania trevor #trevor x reader #trevor x you #trevor x y/n #castlevania #castlevania x reader #castlevania x you #castlevania x y/n #alucard #alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard x y/n #vampire

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keilemlucent · 4 years ago

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mean to me

( r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~3.5k

daddy’s a bit mean

warnings: daddy kink, light bdsm in terms of dynamics, use of a safeword, spanking, light degradation, choking, a smidge of age play, subspace, aftercare

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oh, more daddy kink brain rot? nice. have a little snack, loves 💕enjoy!!

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Keigo owned you, passively and completely.

His hands settled on your hips far too easily, like they were made to lay along the curves of flesh. There might as well have been imprints of his slender fingers with the way they squeezed and held you as often as they did. You weren’t made in your shape for him, but rather he worked you into whatever form he wished.

You loved every moment of it, love him.

Sat up in his lap with Keigo was upright as well, his wings remained tense and flattened against the headboard. They twitched every so often as your cunt fluttered around his cock, but his resolve remained firm and he remained largely still.

“K-Keigo, please—“ Your voice wobbled as your fingernails dug into his shoulder.

He quieted you with a slap to your thigh.

“You can’t expect me to give in if you don’t even speak to me proper, right, little bird?” Keigo was obviously being harsh, this was a ‘punishment’ after all. Though, in many ways, it was more of a test of will for the both of you.

Keigo showed his own exertion and restraint on every facet of him.

His muscles were bunched, poised and more than ready to pound you into oblivion (If only you’d been good that evening, but you hadn’t, hence why you were in the situation that you were).

His expression was desperate, but still so fucking smug. The quirk in his swear-coated brow spoke volumes about how smitten he was to keep you wanting and warm around his cock.

“You’re mean,” You tried to spit, but it left you as more of a whine.

“Am I?” Keigo raised an eyebrow, tapping your cheek with a single finger, “I think you’ve earned this treatment.”

You definitely did, but you wouldn’t admit that to him.

Your thoughts had wandered all throughout the day to him, and it was only natural that you sent him at least a dozen very whorish photos of yourself in the new, big mirror Keigo had purchased for the two of you.

(Specifically for ‘fucking’ reason, but once again, besides the point.)

You sort of did deserve to be teased. The pictures were meant to work him up, but you hardly expected the treatment you were receiving.

There was a wordless, nagging ledge in the back of your skull that kept you from finding a more comfortable, softened headspace, leading to any number of slipups.

Namely, referring to Keigo by his name and not the title he loved to brandish.

“I’m sorry—“You started to say before Keigo moved his slender finger to your lips, slipping the digit into your mouth and pressing down on the flat of your tongue.

He went far enough back to gag you, tears welling at the corners of your eyes.

“‘I’m sorry’,” He mimicked, rolling his eyes before giving your cheek a few forceful pats. “Not gonna cut it. Apologies need to be genuine.”

He rubbed just below your eyes, smearing away any wetness and giving you a sinful grin, “You can’t just be a crybaby and expect me to give in. That’s not how this works.”

Sometimes, it did, notably. Keigo would crack on plenty of days if you got weepy, the reason didn’t matter too much. He only liked seeing you hurt if he had full control of the situation and could drag you back easily.

Your tears only egging on his insults. You tried to ignore the burning in your nose, sucking down any potential cries welling up in your throat.

You must’ve looked pitiful.

And Keigo must’ve loved it.

He was clearly in a particularly nasty mood, a bit more vindictive than a normal night. Less softened and crueler.

A normal punishment would’ve been pulling you over his knee for a tender lesson that involved turning your ass hot and red. Maybe a bit of writing lines, a dash of extra chores (in that sinfully short and ruffled apron Keigo purchased for you) while he supervised and directed you as needed.

He’d never simply sat you on his cock and refused to move or let you move.

It felt a bit odd in your gut.

If your mind had fallen deeper, you would’ve enjoyed this more. If your psyche had been floating as you both liked, his cruel words would’ve felt so fucking good, but at this point, you felt nothing but burning shame as you tried to hold yourself together beneath his words.

Keigo noticed to some degree. He was so tuned to you and your body and expression, he could write a damn novel on the way each angle of your lips and crinkle of your eyes meant a different complex emotion.

And you had no doubt he could see you struggling with this punishment more than normal.

You shifted your knees, trying to ease the ache of your burning thighs. It earned you a hard slap to your ass, one with enough force that Keigo had to brace your waist to keep you upright.

“Behave,“ He warned, pulling his fingers from your lips to smear spit on your inner thighs, close enough to your pussy to make your breath hitch.

You should’ve known not to try and defend yourself, “I wasn’t gonna—”

“Nope, stop whining,” Keigo gave your thighs a series of sharp pinches and twists. “None of that, you aren’t getting shit.”

Keigo was being mean.

So mean, it made your chest hurt.

Maybe you were slipping deeper, maybe not to the right place, as your head fell forward to his shoulder, a little weak attempt at hiding your budding, fatter tears.

“P-please be nice,” Your whispered, hardly audible. “Please.”

Keigo clicked his tongue, slapping your already reddened ass, “Do you think you deserve me being ‘nice’?”

“I—“

You didn’t get a chance to answer as Keigo delivered a quick succession of spanks, all of which had you tensing around his cock and clutching at him and the headboard. Little cries and wails slipped from your slip-slicked lips, all falling on what you assumed were unhearing ears.

“You don’t deserve anything but this, little bird,” Keigo hummed. He punctuated his words with another stroke. “You just love being a little cocktease, isn’t this what you wanted? Sitting on my dick and having your fill?”

No, this wasn’t. You thought the handful of pictures you sent him, draped in one of his own shirts, would get you ponded into the mattress, not held on his cock without a hint of agency or kindness.

Tears leaked from your eyes, even as you tried to wipe them away as fast as you could manage.

His hand reared back, poised for another spank—

And you hurriedly gave him two firm and clear taps to his shoulder, “S-sunset, sunset.”

He froze mid-motion.

“D-daddy, I’m s-sorry,“ You clung to his shoulder and rocked yourself. “It doesn’t f-feel good.”

You felt him take a few measured breaths, hand returning to your hips to press into any knots he could find. The deep inhales were surely meant to calm him from his own high.

His entire mood shifted nearly instantly. Keigo jolted to rub at your lower back, up and down your spine.

“No need to be sorry, dove,” He whispered, pressing a few kisses to the side of your head. “I’ve got you. Do you want to lay down?”

You shook your head, laying your hands over his, pressing them into your hips more firmly.

Keigo sweetened, even more, expression creasing with concern, “Can you tell me what doesn’t feel good?”

“U-um,” You swallowed, withdrawing from the safety of his neck to meet his gaze. His pretty ambers were sharp, watchful, and immediately tender as they met your own. You licked your lips nervously, trying to find proper words, “Doesn’t feel... normal.”

“Does something hurt?” Keigo inquired, tucking some sweat-matted hair behind your ears. He dropped a few kisses around your face, stilling your both as was needed.

You shook your head.

“Not the right headspace?” Keigo asked, catching on quickly and speaking softly.

You nodded, pressing your nose to his cheek, “Uh-huh.”

Keigo knew you better than you knew yourself in moments like this.

“I see why you didn’t appreciate me being so mean,” Keigo clicked his tongue, smoothing a hand over your naked waist. “I’m sorry, little bird. Do you want to stop, or do you want me to help you?”

You thought for a moment, worrying your bottom lip.

“Can you h-help, daddy?” You kept your words as soft as you could. “I-I’ll be good this time, promise.”

Keigo practically purred, content either way, but happy to help you settle. This was as much for you as it was for him.

“You’re already good,” He shifted beneath you, some of his own bound up tension releasing, “Of course, little bird. I’ve got you now.”

There was an unspoken apology in words, one that was felt a moment later, as he pressed his lips to your, cupping your jaw with tender hands.

His thumbs wiped away any residual tears as you pressed closer, burying your hands in his hair. His feathers shifted and rippled nearby, his cock twitching inside you.

“You hold on good to me, okay?” He murmured against your lips, holding you close as you massaged through his blonde waves. “Nice and tight, perfect.”

You nodded as if you’d ever let go.

Carefully, he repositioned the two of you. Your shaking thighs were given rest as he tipped you onto your back, helping you flatten atop the sheets. His cock remained buried, still hard, and somehow, Keigo’s will to not rail you remained intact.

It was surprising, given how impulsive he was so often was.

Then again, Keigo liked doing this, liked holding you close and tender while stroking the part of your mind that needed to feel smaller, weaker, and taken care of well and thoroughly. In turn, you held the part of his mind that desperately couldn’t stop taking care of others, that self-sacrificial nature that needed an outlet that was healthier than throwing himself at the evils of the world without pause.

In the cultivated home you two had made, you cared for each other how the other needed.

“Here’s what I’m thinking,” Keigo hummed, hovering over you, splaying your legs out with wide palms. “You’re gonna listen really well, and I’ll let you have my cock like I’m sure you want, understand?”

You nodded, trying to muster up some self-confidence.

Keigo looked smitten with himself once more, though his features and poise were slack and gentle. Any of his earlier meanness had dissolved, tucked away for another night where you both could handle it.

He nosed against your cheek, dragging his lips across your jaw to the shell of your ear. His hand drifted over your navel, higher to tease your yummy and then to your tits, twisting a nipple before he delicately laid his fingers, one by one, around your throat.

He gave a preliminary squeeze, watching your reaction.

You swallowed around his hold, taking a shaking breath at the pressure.

“Does this feel nice, little bird?”

“Uh-huh,” You nodded, his hold tightening a moment later.

“Good, perfect,” Keigo grinned against your skin and nipped at your ear. “You’re doing so well.”

The simple praise made you shudder.

Keigo pressed his lips to your own, holding around your throat firmly and unwavering, throat, applying pressure just right to make your head spin.

The moment he pulled away, eyes shining, he let up.

You took sucked in a quick inhale, just before he kissed you again, repeating the pattern. Mounting, delicious pressure on your throat with each kiss, with just a moment or two or reprieve that he gave you.

It sank you perfectly.

He kept at it, dragging you to arch underneath him with just kisses and tongue, pulling your breath from you with his hands and his own quiet groans.

If you tried to chase his lips, he easily pushed you back into the sheets, bearing down on you with the weight of his chest, wings fluffing up and fluttering. A quick nip or two had you lax into the mattress within moments.

It was all so perfectly enough, your head spinning with each of his touches.

And finally, he pulled away, both of your lips kiss-bitten and pupils wide and black.

“There we go,” He stroked the side of your face, kissing down your neck to your collarbones. “A little bit mean, a little bit nice. You did so well— such a good girl.“

The praise made your cunt tense, fingers curling at the base of his wings.

Keigo looked equally as content as you. He wanted to see you slip and puddle beneath him. As much as he still had a mean streak for the day, he could channel it elsewhere, pepper it in as needed. Not teasing you at all would be sin.

“C-can I have your cock now?” You asked, voice high and sweet. Your gaze was reverence itself, all for him.

Keigo chuckled, rolling his hips just the /slightest/ bit, “You’ve got it already, greedy girl.”

Your frowned, eyes already growing wet, “That’s not w-what I mean.”

“That’s too bad,” Keigo sighed, rubbing little circles along your hips. “Guess this is all you’re getting.”

“N-no!” Your voice almost broke as you tried to tug him closer. “I want you to be fuck me, p-please, I’ll do whatever you ask!”

“You should already be doing that,” Keigo snorted, stilling any movement. “I don’t know if you really want it.”

Of course, he knew how much you craved him, he could see it in every twitch and desperate whimper that got caught in the back on the back of your tongue.

“I do!“ You tried to move your hips against his own, but he held them flat and steady. “Please, please, please—“

Keigo paused, tilting his head slowly and regarding you with pensive eyes.

You reached out for his wrist, pulling it to your lips to lay gentle kiss after kiss over the skin. The touch, no matter the setting, always had him shuddering. Keigo was a whore for many things, but genuine, heartfelt affection was reliably near the top of the list.

Still—

“Bribery?” He snorted. “Cute.”

You were getting desperate. Tears started to leak from you once more, sobs held themselves in the back of your throat. The stretch of your cunt had started to burn. The lack of touch anywhere near your sex made you so needy, it hurt.

“D-daddy, please—!”

And you started babbling.

It was Keigo’s favorite thing to see you so desperate and wanting that you lost the ability to have coherent thought beyond wanting him in the rawest and unbridled way.

Your words were dribble. Pleads and begging that your floating little mind drew up without pause. Details and filth that he’d coaxed from you so well, he couldn’t help but be burningly proud. Each word was so shameless, it made Keigo’s his split into a cocky smile.

Losing yourself beneath him, good and proper. And you hadn’t even been fucked yet.

“There we go,” Keigo hummed, groaning as he fucked into you once, hard and deep to where the top of his cock brushed against your deepest parts. “Let go for me, little bird. Daddy’s got you.”

And he did—

And you knew it.

And so with the next slam of his cock into your cunt, you let your eyes roll back into your head and be enveloped by sensation. Heat buried in your yummy, slick dripping from his cock, sticky the skin that was shared between the two of you.

You both dissolved into the other.

Keigo didn’t hold back, all of that pent up stress and anger projected into the cant of his hips, the grip that bruised your hips, and the way his wings arched and stretched to the ceiling.

He muttered to you and himself, cursing with each thrust about how much he ‘deserved to have your tight little cunt—his tight cunt however he wanted’. About how your body and all its curves and features were ‘his, only his’ and he could fuck you in and fuck you up in whatever way he pleased.

Each dripped word pushed you hotter and hotter.

You drowned so pleasantly in his words as your peak snuck to hit you hard and fast.

You were so pleasantly high on him and his words and body, you didn’t notice his hand slipping between your bodies, hiking your legs over his shoulder in one motion, and circling and tugging on your clit the next.

Keigo might have commanded you to come, you couldn’t tell. The moment he gave your clit the slightest cruel twist, sweet pain igniting, your vision went white and you wailed.

Your nails dug into the base of Keigo’s wings, pushing him over the edge in the same breath as you. He cursed, loud and breaking as his arms collapsed on either side of your head.

He didn’t fuck you through his own orgasm, just pressed the tip of his cock to your womb and circled your clit as you twitched and cried, all for him.

And things stilled.

Your legs were lowered, your gooey mind understood. You pawed at the wetness on your face, a mix of tears and dripped sweat between the two of you.

As Keigo slipped out of you, after so long, you hissed, cunt sore and thighs aching.

“H-hurts,” You murmured, tugging Keigo closer, though he’d hardly gone ar.

Keigo hushed you, stealing a kiss or two before rolling sideways onto the sticky sheets, tugging you to his chest.

His hand slipped between your legs, pushing a bit of leaking cum back into your sore cunt, as he so often did after stuffing you so full. Kindly, he rubbed at your thighs, any of his earlier snark gone.

“Does this feel better?” He smiled into your hair, you could feel it.

You made a noise of affirmation, all you could muster, and leaned into Keigo, properly sated.

Your eyes went half-lidded, exhaustion and euphoria holding you equally. After the teasing and torture you’d endured on Keigo’s cock, you imagined you’d be walking oddly for at least a day, and sore for a few more.

You frowned, Keigo beaming you a smug smile and tugging you closer, “Something wrong, little bird.”

“D-daddy,” You huffed, patting his chest weakly. “You were so mean!”

“And you,” Keigo tapped the tip of your nose, “did a perfect job at telling me it was too much and didn’t feel good. I’m so proud, you do so good for me.”

Part of you wanted to be a brat with him, puff and sulk a bit more, but you couldn’t muster up the will. Keigo knew that praise made you the sweetest and happiest you could be and consider how he had struck a few nerves, enough to make you light-safeword, you deserved it all.

You grumbled in the back of your throat and buried your face in his chest.

“Will a nice massage and a warm shower make it up to you?” Keigo asked, the pads of his fingers flitting down your spine, less for comfort and more for looking for any visible bruises or scratches.

“Almost,” You sniffled. “Can we watch a m-movie too? I can make tea.”

“That’s a given, we can snuggle all night, little bird, I’d like that very much,” Keigo sighed with his own contentment. “And I’ll make tea too.”

You let out your own trail of high laughter as Keigo peppered kisses wherever he could, heaping you with sweetness as his wings, still trembling from orgasm, fluttered with his happiness.

“I can pick you out a nice, comfy outfit— maybe those cute, toasty stockings you like so much,” Keigo knew how to stroke the most melted and small parts of your mind, so well. You fell into his offer and kisses with a smile.

“Your favorite stockings? The knit ones?” You teased, nipping at his jaw, and letting your own touch drift and linger around the tender flesh where the base of his wings met the muscles around his spine.

(Keigo wouldn’t admit it to many, but they ached most days. His body, though trained immaculately, wasn’t truly meant to bear the weight it did.)

(But, you were happy to lift some his own burdens.”

You massaged the flesh, touch firm even through Keigo’s initial arch and startled jolt.

“Can I rub some of that oil on these too?” You murmured, tangling your sweaty legs together. “You’ve been working too hard lately, daddy. They’ve gotta hurt.”

“Hm,” Keigo cupped your jaw, drawing your face away to nuzzle your noses together, something warm and so precious, you only saw it in his most comfortable moments. “Aren’t I supposed to be taking care of you?”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t help,” You wanted to, you liked to, and you liked seeing daddy— Keigo, relax after scenes, sessions, and long days. “Please?”

“Of course, dove,” Keigo’s eyes crinkled at the corners, with a smile all for the two of you. “Let’s lay for a little longer, alright?”

His touch, honeyed and kind without a hint of teasing, drifted to the lowest part of your back, finding the roots of your tension and tending to them, as you tended to his.

You were happy to tangle with him, content and intertwined.

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Yoko Taro once talked about how he went about creating the original Drakengard as his response to the Musou genre and how players could kill hundreds of people and it could not mean anything. To him, this was crazy and was reflected in the story and it's heroes. But later on, his views changed due to 9/11, which led to him creating the first Nier game. Quote: “The vibe I get from society was: you don't have to be evil to kill someone. You just have to think you're right.”

I do agree that Edelgard does think that she's doing the right thing regardless of her methods, however this quote is always what I always come back to with regards to this line of thinking. But just because she doesn't think she's evil or that her actions are justified doesn't mean we have to view her the same way. History is full of example of people who have done horrible things for some supposed greater good.

The fact is however is that it's not just that Edelgard's views don't align with reality, it's that Edelgard is actively ignoring the truth. She gets called out for it in the parley, and even in Scarlet Blaze she makes it clear she was ignoring how much influence the Agarthans had in the Empire. Adding on top of this, when Dimitri fights Byleth in Safflower he refers to Edelgard's path as the path of a beast. This is a term in Buddhism meaning Edelgard's actions are leading herself and those who follow her to the animal realm (or being reincarnated as an animal in their next life).

“When viewed as a state of life, the world of animals is a condition governed by instinct, in which one has no sense of reason or morality. Beings or persons in this world stand in fear of the strong but despise and prey upon those weaker than themselves. In The Object of Devotion for Observing the Mind, Nichiren defines the characteristic of this world as “foolishness,” which is one of the three poisons. ”

https://www.nichirenlibrary.org/en/dic/Content/W/46

“Foolishness” in this case can also be read as delusion or ignorance. At times, this path can be read as the individual being wilfully ignorant of the consequences of their actions. That they are hurting or killing innocent people while at the same time ignoring this fact. The path of the animal is antithesis of the path of liberation, also known as Nirvana which is the name of Byleth's personal class. In essence, it's saying that Edelgard's path is in direct opposition of what Byleth is supposed to stand for.

The Hegemon Husk form is supposed to be the end of that path, representative of the ideals Edelgard serves according to Azure Moon (Dimitri:To be changed beyond all recognition... That is what lies at the end of the ideals you served so diligently.), Scarlet Blaze (Edelgard: Also, I'm not compassionate—merely hopelessly committed to my ideals.) and Fire Emblem Cipher (Hegemon Edelgard: At the End of the Ideals She Served). Those ideals are informed by her views on history, as passed down to her from her father. However, before that scene happens there's an event with Hubert where Hubert reveals that Edelgard's father was an Agarthan puppet (or as he puts it, Thales and his group that included the likes of Solon and Kronya), and that Edelgard should have told you this herself.

This is where Edelgard is wilfully ignorant if not delusional. She supposedly understands that everything her father told her was out of the mouth of someone controlled by those who experimented on her and killed her siblings, yet she's still going to support those ideals. She's still going to believe that the Church's teachings keep people weak and push people to be strong by taking away any structure that could support them. She's still going to blame the Church for the corruption of the Imperial nobility because of the experiments despite, again, her supposedly knowing that the experiments were carried out by the Agarthans with Thales himself telling her what they were for. She's still going to view the reign of Nemesis as a good thing and her ancestor having betrayed humanity. And it's for these ideals she starts her war.

In essence, Edelgard's ideals serve as bondage for her and the Hegemon form is meant to represent that. It's not her turning to the dark side, it's a personification of what she believes is right. The beliefs that go against the rest of the game. It's her no longer being a human but rather becoming an animal even in gameplay, she's considered a beast unit as she takes her ideals to their logical conclusion. The fact that these ideals were informed by the manipulations of the Agarthans through her father shows she will never be free from their influence.

And that's the real tragedy of her character. She's going to build a world based on not her own ideals, but Agarthan ones just like Nemesis did. She might have them killed, but she's creating a world they would like and will go on to follow their example. As I mentioned before, the Japanese text does confirm she begins invading other nations, and the Constance/Byleth ending reveals she uses their technologies and blood magic in order to help rule her Empire. The Japanese version of her S support reveal that Sothis' heart was supposedly shattered by what happened to Rhea, and the Shadow Library does mention that Sothis did return once before when her body was seemingly destroyed with Hopes implying Sothis can just get a new body and return for revenge. This would indicate that Edelgard simply continued a cycle, replacing the Agarthans with the Empire, and the next part of the cycle is for Sothis to return and for Fodlan to burn once again.

The portrayal of the Hegemon Husk and Aymr just makes it more clear that Edelgard is their puppet. And considering that Aymr was build based on specifications given by Edelgard herself, just a sign of how she allows herself to be controlled rather than face reality. She can break her partnership with TWSITD, but she's still going to start the war and try to kill Rhea just like they wanted her to. And even at her best in Scarlet Blaze, unlocking the bonus chapter, she's still going down this path as Aymr is the prize for doing so.

The faact that Aymr is linked to the Devil Arcana is the icing on the cake, as it impies Edelgard allowed herself to be corrupted and that she has become just like the Agarthans (the metaphorical devil) herself.

There's also an element of tragedy on the player's/Byleth's part. Safflower is about having a different set of beliefs, and those beliefs leading to the player wiping out everyone who stands against them. It's saying that the player is really no different from Edelgard.

@yanderefairyangel

Yeah, that’s been a thing for a long time. Whenever it comes to Edelgard, some people want to make her out as this Christ-like figure while ignoring the stuff that says otherwise, such as:

Amyr, a weapon crafted specifically for her, bears the Crest of Maurice, also known as the Crest of the Beast. This would indicate that Edelgard is more of an anti-Christ figure than an actual savior. The fact she continuously lies to her supporters only furthers this, as well as how the weapon isn’t a Hero’s Relic. It’s a Crest Stone Weapon, one that requires Agarthanium in order to repair.

The Crest of Maurice is tied to the Devil Arcana in the Tarot, symbolizing allowing oneself to be corrupted and giving in to earthly desires. It usually depicts the demon Baphomet.

People are turned into Demonic Beasts as war assets for her army.

In Azure Moon, she takes her ideals to what is said to be their end point when she turns herself into a Demonic Beast. Said beast form has horns, boobs and Wings much like Baphomet is depicted with.

The fact Dimitri goes on to be given the title of SAVIOR King.

Or that the Agarthans live under the ground, fleeing there after their war against Sothis led to them scorching the Earth. This is coupled with the fact Sothis is tied to the heavens through the Japanese name of the Sword of the Creator, the Sword of the Heavenly Emperor.

The word nemesis means “adversary.” Satan also means “the adversary.”

Her route’s ending has a picture of her raising a variation of the Hand of Justice, a symbol of divine right to rule. However, the hand is a reflection of the real thing from France. It’s reversed, and not only that it’s in the same pose Baphomet’s raised hand usually is in.

The scene where Byleth and the Black Eagles pledge themselves to Edelgard is called Path of Thorns, a reference to the Bible indicating that it’s a path of sin (specifically sloth, indicating a failure to do some form of duty)

Edelgard is a demonically-coded character, but her supporters refuse to acknowledge that. Or if they do, they claim it’s so that he can subvert expectations and be the real hero in the end. They’ve also tried to claim that her ending portrait is an allusion to Washington Crossing the Delaware, and if you point it out that it’s based on Napoleon’s coronation picture as emperor of France they go with the most positive interpretation of Boney they can.-They’ll raise hell if someone calls Edelgard a fascist or compares her to the world’s angriest Charlie Chaplin impersonator, while claiming the Church are clearly inspired by said impersonator’s fan club.

The fact that the game’s developers called Edelgard a villain, which would mean that her actions or motives are meant to be seen as evil, flies over their head as they try to claim she’s just “an antagonist.”

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