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A few people asked me to compile my Elden Ring arts into a zine errr months ago .... I'M FINALLY DOING IT :")
Gonna get a proof printed at the local shop early next week... then I'll be binding the pages at home with thread. I'm excited >.<
#im so happy ive been able to finish so many lil art projects lately TvT#like ones that i've wanted to tackle since forever (making prints available - design some enamel pins - stickers per season - zines....)#i've spent so much of my Art Life (TM) thinking “oh it would be cool if i tried this...” but it usually wouldn't actually happen...#now im making them happen!!! been opening the floodgates LOL#(for better or for worse)#:3c#anyway#yes im very excited#thanks for looking....#at ... all the damn stuff i'm throwing at ya lately LOL
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YOU'VE SEEN MY HOOKY COLLECTION. NOW I PRESENT TO YOU!

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i call this peice: the bane of my existence :D!
#dhsfnmdsshfhjkhfjkhfdsk#i love being capable of making high quality graphics for my church to use and all; but aughhh#i hate drawing backgrounds mannnn; and im so slow too TvT#happy to be doing this but happier to finish hahahah#my art#berryblu arts#featuring: huge ass watermarks bc this looks usable as miscellaneous kids material and id rater not have that *shrug*#<- delusional
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Iruma is taken
Listen!!!
I am currently working on a bonus/alternate ending that is wayyyy happier than this!! This is your only warning!! I came into this seeking violence and boy did i get what i was asking for
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Part 4/4
Part 1 part 2 part 3
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He just
Left
He left him here, all alone with demons that wanted to hurt me. Walked behind Kirio without giving even sparing me a second glance.
No, no. Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He can't be like that.
My head hurts so much. Everything feels too hot, too dry.
I close my eyes, wishing for this feeling to just go away
Sleep carries me away from all the pain, numbing my headache to a dull pounding.
Kalego-sensei isn't like that. He's a Good one. He isn’t like that
–
Something is touching my hand. It’s moving my hand, waving it in the air.
I snapped my eye open and forced down the growl that wanted to escape.
Kirio was all-too-happily waving my hand in the air.
There’s a seal on my hand. (He feels warm. So uncomfortably warm, but he ignores the feeling)
Kalego-sensei appeared, and immediately checked me over, fussing and prodding, keeping note of my reaction to anything, everything. Every wince, every uncomfortable move, he was keeping note of it all, trying to know whether I got hurt anywhere (and the familiarity of the movements from whenever opera checks me over is, oddly comforting)
His chest suddenly feels lighter, relief flooding him as he sees that Kalego still cares. He wont just leave me behind. It was just a dream-
Ahem
Kirio cleared his throat, and Kalego froze. He looked contemplating, then regretful. I stomp down on the unease building up inside my chest because he’s kalego-sensei. He won’t just-
Kalego’s body started flying higher, getting away from him, before turning and moving towards Kirio. And just like his memory, Kalego left the room without looking back once.
Oh
And he’s once again alone with the doctor.
But he did look regretful! He didn’t leave until Kirio told him to-
"Well, now that they're finally that they're gone, let’s do some fun experiments!" Blood runs cold in my veins. I can feel my heart stop beating, remembering the last experiment. How it went,how it left me.
"Say, iruma, I've been wondering,” his hand moves to hold a device, his face full of glee as he points it at iruma
Kalego-sensei,
“at what electric voltage do humans pass out?"
Please don’t leave me behind.
--
It wasn’t a one-time thing. He really hoped it was a one-time thing.
But, but he knows Kalego isn’t leaving him behind. They’re forcing him to leave. They’re forcing him to do something beyond that door.
He just doesn’t know what. He knows that Kalego is doing it against his will. He knows that Kalego doesn’t come back once he’s out of the room, so probably he keeps doing whatever they tell him to do until he turns back, and for some reason, they only summon him when Iruma’s asleep. Never when he’s awake (And he always wakes up feeling so hot, and when Kalego returns, when the ritual is broken, Iruma’s left feeling so so cold)
Today the doctor isn’t here when Kalego leaves, so Iruma left here alone with his thoughts. Wonders of what Kalego might be doing, and what he might be feeling (and if there’s a way to make him stop obeying them)
Eventually, the doctor comes, and apologizes for being a little late for their usual “science time” (he says a little late, like he was late ten minutes. It felt like he was waiting for hours)
He suddenly moves to iruma, curiosity and excitement painting his features. They always are, doesn’t matter whether scream of pain fill the room or his crisp white coat is painted in blood. He’s always smiling. Always curious.
He suddenly grabs Iruma’s arm, binds moving for the first time since his capture. A whimper of pain escapes his lips, and he tenses, unsure of what thing the doctor wants to test now (Balam-sensei’s tests were never like this. He misses Balam-sensei so much)
“How long does it take for a human bone to heal?"
wha-?
Crack
Nothing could have prepared him for this. Hot searing pain suddenly coursing through his body as his throat feels raw from the scream that was ripped from him.
"And different bones take different times for demons to heal back. Does yours too?" He tilts his head, feigning innocent curiosity. Iruma wants to throw up.
Crack
--
Something is wrong. Something is Very wrong.
Everything is falling apart.
It’s been two months, two devidamn months, and they still dont have the tiniest hint of Iruma’s location! Nothing works, not when he looks around that damned mansion to look for unique markings, not when they use tracking magic on Kalego before he gets summoned, not when they try to get the help of the other crowns (Baal always has a convincing reason for why they cant help them save their kid) He cant even stay with the kid for two damned minutes before they get impateint! Nothing is going according to plan.
And everytime he sees the kid, everytime he sees Iruma he has more bandages on him. At this point there’s more bandages than skin. The last time he waws summoned, his bones were fucking broken! They’re not even torturing him, they’re just tormenting him for the heck of it!
And when he confronted the assholes keeping his kid in this shithole, that this was not part of their deal, he’s only met with threats. To just shut up and continue working. Continue attacking enter place here. (deep in Kalego’s mind, he’s grateful they’ve yet to make him attack the school, or devil forbid, his students)
--
Nothing is healing properly
Everything hurt hurt h u r t s so much
Kalego doesn’t look at him, he's always out the door behind kirio
He knows they're using him. He never leaves until they signal him to (like he's some kind of pet for them to use). Every time he sees him, Kalego looks more and more distraught. He looks so tired.
He doesn’t want his sensei to be like that. To look like that. He wants the haunted look in his eyes to go away.
Maybe, maybe sensei will leave him if he told him. Maybe it's time. Maybe he should stop hanging on to selfish, childish hope.
He doesn’t want to hurt him more
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"I've noticed you've been feeling distressed without your master~" he watches his reaction intently, excitement on his face as he waits for whatever reaction he expects Kalego to have. Kalego maintains his glare, refusing to react to his words (and ignoring the fear that floods his veins because dammit, why is he mentioning his kid?)
A moment went by, and Kirio's exaggerated pout at Kalego's lack of expression finally came, and with a sigh, he finally continued his sentence
"And since we don't really have a use for you today, we're allowing you to stay by your master's side today"
At first, it felt like a blessing, but now looking at the kid in front of him, he almost wishes he wasn't summoned that day.
In front of him, iruma is sitting with no bandages in sight, giving kalego full view of the horrors that hid from him
Deformed bonds, burn scars, and a chunk of flesh missing near his neck
Why?
Why him? Why his kid?
"What happened?" He whispered, the look in Iruma's eyes hurt to see.
He looks so defeated. He looks so tired.
He looks like he accepts it.
"Kirio wanted to know what I'd taste like" what? This-this makes no sense, why-?
"Sensei," something in his voice tore Kalego’s eyes from the violent wound and forced him to look into his kid's eyes. And for the first time since they were dragged into this hell, Iruma’s eyes shined with determination. It almost comforted kalego, almost gave him hope that he isn’t too late-
"I'm a human"
Oh
Oh. Oh no.
No nono this can't be, he cant have left him there, failed him for months at the hands of-fuck
He needs to fix this, he needs to help him, he needs to get him out of there right now
He's getting his kid out of there now, no. matter. what.
--
This shouldn't have happened. Kalego was supposed to not care or feel betrayed or anything
He shouldn’t have said anything. He should’ve stayed quiet. He shouldn’t have told, have burdened him with this knowledge
He should’ve found another way to die, to free his dad
The bond is broken. He will never be able to form it again.
He refuses to let go of kalego. Baal is coming, throwing words that almost sound taunting. He can't hear a thing. Baal is almost before him. if he looks up,he'll see the spear he's holding. The same spear that pierced through Kalego’s heart.
He refuses to let go of him. He refuses to let go of kalego (he ignores the warm blood that paints him, the non-existent bond that no longer connects them, the blank, hollow eyes that no matter what he does will never look at him again)
Tears fall onto kalego, iruma pulls him closer. Something fast, strong, dangerous soars to Iruma.
Iruma never let go.
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Welp, this took longer than i expected. I hope this is what me from 4 months ago envisioned, cause at this point i dont remember what brought me here.
Uhh stay tuned for the bonus that is hopefully better than this and will hopefully post soon
#gaaaahh#finally!#im done with this!!#it will no longer make me feel so guilty TvT#gosh im so happy it's done#mairimashita! iruma kun#welcome to demon school iruma kun#mairimashita iruma kun#iruma kun#mairimashita manga#naberius kalego#kalego sensei#baal sabnock#mairimashita fanfic#angst no comfort#angst no happy ending#amiy kirio
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idk if I’ve said this before, but I absolutely adore your art style. It’s so cute and pleasant and soft and fochswoeifo I can’t put into words but it’s like cotton candy and pleasant smells and just warm fuzzy happiness bundled together ❤️
asdfhghk thank youuu!!
People comparing my art to sugary sweet things makes my brain go brrr, but it also awakens my sweet tooth and now im craving candy 😂
#ask#honestly yall make my art sound so sweet and tasty#im glad my art gives people the warm fuzzies#it makes me happy#also i've been having a bit of an artblock and kinda needed this actually#thank you TvT
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silver bday art finally done and queued up \o/ my wrist hurts so bad lol
#mica rambles#i am so happy its over phewww#and!! im early on my schedule too!! which means i can now chill for the rest of the day :'D#no more making art for a bit. ive got a few things done already that ill upload slowly while i let my wrist rest#(the last thing i want is to injure it further TvT)
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I don't CARE how long ago you posted that "you wish flanker was still by your side" post but MAN FUCK YOU FOR THAT ONE /j alright like I knew i was down bad but BROOOOOOOOOOOO
jesus christ. Hope you're glad for the emotions you've made me have about this.
me reading this ask:

#heehee ill never apologize >:3#but also wahhh thank you so muchhh ;v; <3#also also dude the emotions i felt when that happened to me i BROKEEE#i was so devastated i had to stop and draw that as soon as i could to cope lmao#in a way im happy you felt similar emotions seeing my pic#so again thank youuuuu TvT
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I GOT KAFKA WOOO
#♡ -Rosie speaks#AND HER LIGHT CONE#Im so happy you dont understand TvT#im gonna save for 5 star dan heng now <3#imbibitor lunae <33
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HIIII ADRIAN 🫶🫶🫶 how are you doing? :3
GREAT
I'm sleepy and laying in bed with my cat ♡♡♡
(Aka I have a mountain of schoolwork I'm ignoring and back pain that makes me want to cry.)
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I am so very unwell about physical affection. Also I want more of it. :<
#idk.#i want hugs and stuff#its just very hard for me also hecaude i get. so anxious and scared about like. the implications? and making ppl uncomfortable#and im not really used to it bcs i self isolate a lot#:<#anyways this is because a friend of a friend (maybe also a friend?? probly a ftiendly acquaintance. hopefully a ftiend) was sitting by me#and the fri3nd. and im always very much hyper aware of physical contact nd they ended up just sitting there nd i think like pur legs were#touching slightly bcs of the awkward angle#yes this happened hours ago. yes im still all happy abt it#TvT#also we obly moved cause lumch was ending#which made it rlly nice cause i always try really really really hard to stay still whemever toyching sm1 so they dont move away or smth#and whenever ppl do even tho i try not to take it personally i always get a little like. :<#anyways. this is me realizing im weird about physical touch. again.#auauauaughhhh#enea rambles <3#charlies mushroom corner
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It was super fun to work on this with you!! Definitely worth the Horrors, hehe <3
(alt in id!)
collab with @sunn-mechanic of our beloveds <33 sketch and base colors by me, rest by sunn!! who did a terrific job once again thank you <33 thank for sticking this through with me even with the File Format Conversion Horrors
#IM SO! HAPPY WITH THIS!!#ik i said it before but the sketch was absolutely so cute TvT#it was a delight to work with#<333#sunn art#lupik tag#undertale#grillby#w.d. gaster#grillster#fanart
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I know it didn’t win the poll but I humbly ask you to write that RZ! Micheal Myers size kink fanfiction whenever you have the time and if you are feeling up to it🙏
{this is so late and I sincerely apologize TvT}
Sedatives
Tags: Dub-Con, Size Kink, Rough Sex, Choking, Manhandling, Reader is mentions to be a nurse some time ago, blood, knives, overstimulation, Michael is a warning himself. a/: this will most likely be one out of 2 parts anon im so sorry TvT
Sweet thing you were, you’d give the shirt off your own back if someone in need called for it, so giving and so trusting to even the most hardened criminals. It was a wonder how someone like you graced the halls of Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. You, a star-eyed nurse fresh from medical school. The scum and slime that riddled the halls of the hellish “sanctuary” you’d been accepted into. You skip down the halls with your checklist and medicine cart in tow. You were kind. You were happy. You’d given patients who’d hadn’t seen the sun in years the same kindness as one would give to an old friend. But you favored one more than the others.
Michael fucking Myers.
Silent halls.
Odd shadows.
Creaking wheels.
The usual ambiance of Smith’s Grove had finally settled within your nerves after a long long few months. You, with your now worn in uniform, counted the rooms with an intent gaze. On the left, even numbers, and parallel to them were odds. Though it was a weird concept, there was a reason. Those on the left, the doctors deemed ‘safe’ and had the possibility of rehabilitation.
Inmates that resided on the right wing however, well you didn’t quite know if you’re being honest, you weren’t allowed to even breath the wing’s direction yet. But one digresses. Your low heels made a blunt click click click upon the cold floors as you neared your station, medicine cart in tow. Your manicured hand reached for your ID, ringing yourself in as the loud pang alerted you of the unlocked status of the door, which was shoved open by your hip as you passed a polite nod to security. Your trek was cut short however, your overseer tugging you aside with a rather harsh hand.
“ You’re the medicine girl right?”
medicine girl…right. Giving a curt nod he sighed, his breath reeking of cheap coffee and some kind of alcohol. His orders were short, clipped and rather rude. Though the next words he uttered left your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.
“ You’re doing both wards. Kirsten…had an incident. “
Fucking hell.
So now, here you were, approaching your last patient for the night. With security stalking behind you with scowls as they glared at patients through the tiny windows. You gulps, it was never patients that scared you, no. It was the sleazes that worked outside the cells. Their wolffish stares and ugly grins. You shook your head, you were approaching Michael’s cell.
You didn’t know much about him, only whispers of the monster, the brute that killed most of his family. A grade A killer, someone that should be locked away from society if not for Mr. Loomis’s need to study him like some kind of bug. But, you being you, wouldn’t let that stop you from being kind. That’s what irked you most about people here, these patients were still human at the end of the day. They still bled, they still died, they had interests and dislikes and personalities. You sighed, eying the dainty wrist watch. ‘ Just an hour and a half..’ you thought as some scum of a man unlocked the heavy metal door. Eying you as you motioned him to move aside.
“ Careful, he hasn’t seen such a young thing like you in a while…might finally remember he’s got a cock. “ the guard, who’s tag read Pierson, chuckled, elbowing his colleague. You could feel their gaze raking across your body, internally you gagged. Lurching forward was a far easier than you wanted to admit, medicines and needles clattering at the motion as the door slammed behind you, leaving you to jump.
Michael’s room was…interesting looking at it.
Buzzing overhead lights gave some relief as you tended to your cart, organizing the arrangement of pills and sedatives in their respective cup to serve to the inmate, who’s back was turned to you, fiddling with another mask that would surely find its way with the rest that perched upon the greening walls. Finally, you found the correct assortment. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face the mountain of a man.
“ Alright Mr.Myers, here’s your dailies! Dr. Loomis upped your sedatives so if you feel a bit off thats the cause! “ you chirped, leaving the cup a bit of a distance. Like you’d heard from the other nurses, Michael gave no indication of acknowledgment, hands stained with the glue-water mixture. The masks on the wall drew your attention, though you didn’t dare raise a hand to touch the precious things, knowing how it felt to have your art defiled by ignorant hands. “ You have a lovely night Mr. Myers! The mask are gorgeous as well! Truly a work of art. “ you smiled, warmth radiating from your aura.
Oh sweet thing. What have you done?
#1800cr33py#reqs open#slashers smut#slasher fanfiction#slashers x reader#slasher x reader#slasher fandom#rz myers x reader#rz!michael myers#michael myers smut#michael my beloved#michael myers x reader#send reqs#anon request
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Hello hehe
How do you think yan anaxa would react if mage reader's friend visit them after the broken link?
What if the friend is a close close close friend of mage reader? One that know a lot about their secrets and realize something wrong about them?
AHHHHH others might have already move on that fic TvT but im still stuck huhuhuhu
Have a good evening/morning :))
Yandere!Anaxa x Mage!Reader [main timeline] [binding spell] [breaking apart] [Sudden visit act]
Your friend arrived without warning.
One moment, the tower was quiet, the next, the doors burst open, and a voice you hadn’t heard in what felt like lifetimes called your name.
"I thought I’d surprise you!"
You blinked at them.
They grinned, stepping closer.
Their eyes scanned you, taking in the dullness of your once-bright gaze, the stiffness of your stance, the way your fingers twitched as if reaching for something you had forgotten.
Their smile faltered.
"You… don’t seem happy to see me."
Something in their voice struck a chord.
You should be happy.
Anaxa stepped between you before you could find the words.
"Master is tired" he said smoothly.
"And you are…?"
Anaxa smiled.
"Someone who ensures they are well."
"They don’t look well."
Anaxa tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
Your friend’s hands clenched.
"What happened to you, Y/N?"
You opened your mouth, but nothing came to mind. A lot of things happened when they're not around so it took time.
"What did he do to you?"
Anaxa chuckled
He turned to you, fingers brushing your wrist, almost playful.
"Tell them, master" he murmured.
Anaxa’s fingers lingered in the space where your warmth had been.
You brushed him off as if he were nothing.
And then—you turned away.
"It’s been a while." Your voice was steady, familiar, untouched by hesitation as you approached your friend.
Their shoulders sagged with relief.
"It really has. I was worried about you."
You forced a small smile.
Anaxa stilled.
You were ignoring him.
"What brings you here?" you asked, your full attention on your friend.
Your friend hesitated, side-eyeing Anaxa, before answering.
"Just wanted to see you. To make sure you were—" They stopped themselves.
To make sure you were still you.
Anaxa felt that.
"Ah" Anaxa hummed, stepping forward, slow and deliberate.
Your friend tensed.
"How thoughtful."
"It’s rare for outsiders to visit." He tilted his head, his smile sharp. "Especially uninvited."
Your friend narrowed their eyes. They weren’t afraid.
Anaxa had done his research.
The moment he laid eyes on the intruder, he already knew who they were.
"Lior."
Your friend stiffened at the sound of their name from Anaxa’s lips.
He let the syllables roll off his tongue, savoring it, memorizing it—because something about them unsettled him.
Anaxa could see it in his calculating gaze. The way his eyes darted from your distant exhaustion to Anaxa’s hovering presence.
Lior was piecing it together.
"You’re the problem, aren’t you?" Lior finally said, his voice steady, but his stance tense—like he was ready for a fight.
Anaxa chuckled.
"You say that like I’m some disease" he mused, taking a slow step forward. "Like I’ve infected them."
"You might as well have."
Anaxa’s smile widened.
"Oh? And what do you plan to do about it?"
Lior clenched his fists.
You stood between them.
As if you hadn’t noticed the silent battle brewing.
Or worse—as if you had, and you simply didn’t care.
And that? That made something ugly stir in Anaxa’s chest.
"Enough" you commanded.
Both men looked at you. But you weren’t looking at Anaxa, you were looking at Lior.
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Lior was determined.
"Let me try" he said. "You’re not yourself, and we both know it."
You stared at him, unmoving. Anaxa, however, was watching.
He hadn't stepped forward, hadn't interrupted—but you could feel the weight of his presence pressing into your back, coiled and tense.
"Fine" you finally said. "We’ll move to a wider space."
You led the way, Lior beside you, Anaxa always behind.
The moment you stopped, Lior turned to face you fully, lifting his hands, preparing his magic.
"Stay back," he warned Anaxa, who stood just outside the space. "If you interfere, this won’t work."
Anaxa didn’t respond.
Lior exhaled, focusing his magic, the glow of healing energy blooming between his palms.
"Don’t fight it" he murmured, pressing his hands toward you. "Just let it work—"
Something cracked.
The spell faltered.
Lior’s expression twisted in horror—something had gone wrong.
And then—Anaxa was there.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him, his warmth overwhelming.
"Enough." His voice was quiet, but his anger was palpable.
Lior barely had time to react before Anaxa moved.
A proper fight- the first in days. Lior struck first, a quick blast of energy that Anaxa effortlessly countered.
And even as they clashed, as spells shattered in the air between them, Anaxa never let go of you. He held you close, cradled in one arm as if you were weightless, his grip unshakable.
The fight ended before it could truly begin.
Lior, defeated. Anaxa, victorious. You, unmoving in his hold.
Wordlessly, Anaxa turned away, carrying you back inside.
Lior didn’t stop him.
Because it was already too late.
Lior returned the next day.
You barely glanced up when he entered, placing a magic scroll in front of you.
"Read this" he said, voice unusually firm. "It might help."
You hummed in acknowledgment, already unrolling the parchment. The intricate runes and ancient symbols immediately captured your focus.
Lior didn’t linger. Instead, he turned away and walked toward the door—where Anaxa was waiting.
"We need to talk." Lior said, stepping past him and out into the open.
Anaxa followed.
The door shut behind them.
And outside, the conversation began to shift.
At first, it was just sharp words, an exchange of controlled aggression.
But then—it escalated.
"You’ve done something to Y/N."
Lior’s tone was dangerous, his stance tense as he faced Anaxa.
Anaxa tilted his head, the shadow of a smirk flickering across his lips. "I’ve done nothing but stay by their side."
"Liar."
"Oh?" Anaxa chuckled, the sound mocking. "Tell me, Lior. What exactly do you think I did?"
"You’ve bound yourself to Y/N, messed up their life to the point they have to clear things themself." Lior’s hands clenched into fists. "Y/N is not the same. It’s like they’ve lost something—"
"Lost something?" Anaxa’s smirk dropped, eyes flashing dangerously. "Or gained something?"
Lior’s patience snapped. "You’re the problem."
Anaxa’s expression darkened. "You know nothing."
Magic crackled between them.
Lior spoke first. "I won’t let you keep them caged."
"Caged?" Anaxa repeated. "I have given my master everything! I am willing to be anything they desire. If they wish to be free, they need only say it."
"And yet, Y/N never says it" Lior shot back. "Because you’ve made them think they don’t have a choice!"
Anaxa moved.
A flicker of his fingers, and an attack shot forward.
You were deep in the scroll’s text when the sudden explosion of magic outside made your head snap up.
Then another.
And another.
The air shook with the force of clashing spells.
Your brows furrowed. What were they doing?
You rose, moving toward the door, the moment you opened it—a blast of magic surged toward you.
Anaxa’s attack.
The force slammed into your shoulder before either of them could stop it. You staggered back.
Anaxa’s face paled.
"No—" He moved toward you immediately. "I didn’t mean to—"
But you didn’t want to hear it.
You lifted your uninjured hand, magic surging to your fingertips.
And with one swift motion—
You sealed him outside.
Anaxa slammed into an invisible barrier.
His hands pressed against it, magic crackling along the surface, but it didn’t break.
He looked up at you, disbelief flashing across his expression.
"MASTER! Master, you’re leaving me out here?"
You glared down at him, voice cold. "You attacked Lior. And then you hit me."
"I didn’t mean to—"
"It doesn’t matter." Your hands tightened. "Stay outside. Cool your head."
And with one final pulse of magic—
The barrier solidified.
Three Days Passed.
The rain poured.
Anaxa never moved. He knelt outside the tower’s entrance, completely still, his hair plastered against his face, his clothes soaked through.
But his eyes—his eyes never left the door.
He didn’t fight against the barrier. He just waited.
The Fourth Day
You stood before the entrance, staring at the figure still kneeling in the rain. Anaxa hadn’t moved. His hands rested on his thighs, his head slightly bowed, but his eyes never wavered—locked onto the door like a silent prayer.
The rain had drenched him completely. His usual composed appearance long gone, leaving only raw devotion behind.
A heavy sigh left your lips.
This had gone on long enough.
With a flick of your wrist, the barrier faded.
Anaxa didn’t hesitate.
The moment the invisible wall disappeared, he moved— rising to his feet and closing the distance between you instantly. And then,he held you tight.
"I’m sorry" he whispered, his voice hoarse from days of silence. "I never should have lost control like that."
His grip was firm yet trembling, as if he feared you'd disappear if he let go. You felt his breath against your neck, his warmth seeping through his rain-soaked clothes.
For a moment, you hesitated.
Then, your arms slowly came up to rest against his back.
"Don’t do it again" you murmured. "I won’t be so forgiving next time."
Anaxa nodded immediately. "Never again."
You weren’t sure if you believed him completely. But for now, this was enough.
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"So you let him back in."
Lior stood near the doorway, arms crossed, watching you both with a knowing look. You didn’t deny it.
"I can still handle things" you replied evenly.
Lior exhaled through his nose before shaking his head. "Fine. I’ll let it slide this time."
Anaxa said nothing, standing close behind you as if he still refused to part from your side.
Lior eyed him for a moment before shrugging. "I’ll be leaving for a while. There's more out there I need to see."
You nodded.
He turned to leave, but before he stepped out, he glanced back—his gaze softer now. "Take care of yourself."
And then he was gone.
Anaxa relaxed slightly once Lior left, his hands grazing your wrist as if reassuring himself you were still here.
"Are you truly letting this go, master?" he murmured.
"For now."
Anaxa’s grip tightened for a split second—then he exhaled, lowering his forehead against your shoulder.
"Then I’ll make sure you never have a reason to push me away again."
The next few days passed in quiet understanding.
He didn’t overstep.
But he remained close.
And slowly, you let him care for you again.
He adjusted the temperature of your tea before you could complain.
He draped a cloak over your shoulders when the air turned cold.
He brushed his fingers over yours when handing you scrolls.
One night, you woke up to find him kneeling beside your chair, his fingers resting lightly against your wrist as you slept.
His expression was soft.
"You should sleep in a bed, Anaxa."
He blinked, realizing you were awake, then smiled slightly.
"I’d rather stay here. Closer to you."
You didn’t argue.
You let him stay.
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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 ft sakura haruka
syn: in which you spend a day in his home, taking care of your sick-boyfriend.
⸻ contains: very slight hurt to comfort.
qeena's brief note: can you tell? that im really bad with synopsis TvT i need to improve everything including my synopsis so help me huweeeeee and YESSSS i change my gifs lol idk why i did this but hm i think i'll change it back if i prefer the old ones ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) BEHSBSKSHSJS ANYWAY.... this time, a good ole fic for my koochie koo baby sakura haruka 👅 that's all everyone, thank you, i love you, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated and happy reading xoxo 🩷💚


"He's a monster." Sakura was used to this, getting picked on, belittled, and criticised for something he didn't ask to born with. Well, at least he thought he was used to this but no, because if so, why does this stinging pain aching inside his heart hurt so much? The pain was a heavy weight on his shoulder making it impossible for him to stand up straight. He keep on looking down, not bothered to look up, even if he didn't, he's sure all eyes on him, on his weird hair.
"̸͉̭̎̇Ḩ̸̡̙̜̞̱͎̘̻́̃̔̓͐͂͑̑͘͠ế̴͇̽͆͊͑͑̈́͠'̸͕͇͍̺̗̭̱̠̘̬̀̋̂̅̚͝ş̷̜̹̺̜̀̋̒͊͘͝ ̶̬͉͎̮̯̩̿̀a̶̟̹̰̩̘͋̄͆͑͋̈́̅̕̚ ̴̨̦̖̗̦̓̃̔͐̀́́̆̒f̵̡̢̛͇͕̮̤̳̱͌̊̚͜ŗ̶̢̪̠͉̳͕͔͍̾͌͊̊̉̈́̓͘ḙ̶̢̡͖̯͈͇̹͖̇ͅą̵̨̫̠̳̮̞͈̀́͑̌͐͒͂̍͗̑k̷̹̟̫̗̐̊́́͗̋̈́̈͂̍.̵̧̧̩̖͚̟̋̈͐̉̾̉͜ͅ"̴̟̽́̈́̿̉̌̓̒̔͠
̷̴̡̡̨̘̝͈͉̦̼̳͎͎͇̣̑̂̂͆̃̃̈̉̌̔͠"̷̧͗̂͋̑̔̎G̴̡̫̪̣̳͙̘̫͔̈͛̆̐͘ó̴̲̇̽̓́̾͐͠͝ ̵̧̪͙̝̣̰̘͉̪̦̐̔͆̽̿̒̉̈́̓̚a̵̞̝͍̮̬͙̗̿̓͋̅͐̈̋̽̌ẅ̶̤̠̱́̓̏̇͛̄̇͘ͅa̷̯̻̥̰̯̍̃͋̓̏̃̋ÿ̵̩ ̸̜̏̅́̽̓̈̈̈́͘͠m̴̻͚̉̓̽͆̾ǫ̴̛̘̇́̑̂͜n̶̻̤̖̞̯̗͎̣̺͒͂̂̑̽̑͝ś̵̥̹̮͎̫̜̣̈́̆̒͘t̶̥͈̩́̎̈́̍̿͋̀̆̕͝e̸̡̢̪̎̿r̴̨̯͈͖͎̻̦̃͋̂̾̃̃̀͘͠,̷̫̳̭̄̄̀ ̷̻̹̖̟͉͎͔͛̚ļ̵̟̯̱̜͙̜̹͈̽̂͋̓e̴̦̻̳͂͐̒̈́̄̉͘a̵̻̙͓͙̐̓̿͛̎͋̽̓͝ͅv̴̩̜̠̅͆́̑̊̏͑́͘e̶̦̫̻̞̦͖̩͈͖̎͛̇͒̀̄̀̿ͅ ̸̢̛͓̼̣̻s̶͖̙͈͐̽̐̎͆̚c̸̩̱̠̝̤̣̻̿̈̂ḩ̵̧̧̥̯́̔͌̾̕ͅo̴̟̘̻̫̟̰̪̹̬̊̀͆͂̄́͒̓͠͝o̴̞̩͌̕͜l̸̖̝̹̤̮̮̋̄̍͌̚!��̰̻́"̴͇̩̟̗͖̭͓͓̅̿͋͆̄͆̆̑͜͜͝
̷̸̗̥̜͎̖̹̝̬̔̿̃͐̔̏͑̎̑͑́̐̍̚̕͝"̵̨̢̯̠͉͉͚̳̖͍̎̿̋̓͆̽̈͠Y̵̧͇̳̤͙̗̪͚͍͓̅̀͘o̵̫̫̊͐ų̸̡̮̹̣̮̱̔̇̓͘ͅ'̸̳̻͍́̆̉͌̉̒̕̕ȓ̸̡̢̰̰̭̫̗̐̽͜e̶̹̥͒͌̌́̾̿̓͋͝ ̴̼̝̈́̌̽̂́́͠ṃ̶̩̖̲͓̊̿̃ã̴̱͇͈̠̲̖̣ķ̴̡̼̜̘̞̘̤̎̎̿̾͂̆̀̈́̌į̴̢̡͍̦̭̜̰̮͌̈́͆͐͌̿̿̔̾͜͝n̴̡̧̩̼̖̣̣̚͜͠g̵̛̮͓͈̯̪̞̍̿͒̆͆͜͝ͅ ̷̧͓̮͔͙̗̈͝p̸̐̾̀̾͋̃̓͐͜é̵̥̞̦̞̒̔̅ͅo̴̤̯̮͚̝̝̦̦͉̳̊̓̆͆͝p̶̧͖̫͍̥̹̊͒́̋̃l̵̡͚͚̘̥͈̜̭̒́e̷̢̦̻̒͂͝ ̷̦̣̪̖̍͑̅̅̃̚͘u̵̞̣͈̲̭̗͛̏̑n̴͙͇̪̩̥̻̙̜͆̋̔͂̓̈̒̕ͅͅc̷̛̤̪̯̠̻̔͂͂̊͘͘o̴̙̘̦͇̘̞͗̎̂͆̽̕͜͠͝ṃ̴̣̟̘̣͓͛͂̓͆͠f̵̡̝̖̬͖̟̣̼̻̈́̓̕o̶̡̩̣̙̟̬̤͇͈̽͊̒͂̑͐̑͜͝r̸̡̺̲̼̬̻̰̹̹̬̊̿̉̾͊̍̽͠t̶̲͒̑͝a̶̧̛͙̾̇̐̈́͝͝b̴̧̪̳̔̈̉̐͗͋͠͝͠ĺ̴̡̨͚̳̂̍̈́́̏͒̋ḙ̶̪̮̗͕̺̻͋̈́̿̾̕͝ͅ,̵̨̯̒́͌̽́͊̋ ̸̝̂͂͒̆̚͝Ṡ̶̥͈͔̺͈̎̐͒́a̷̡̰̤̪͚̟͇͇̟̍́͒͊̇̚͘͝ͅk̴̛̙̭̙̳͍͕̺̋́̃͛u̶̺̔̽̀̍̇̇̑͝r̴̢̢̭͖̗̝̣̳̬͛̓̉͛ą̶̢̛̯̖͎̙͕̹͆̓̂̒̃̚
"̴̢̛̋̀̇L̴̺̚ḝ̵͔͔͋̓̍͐͜ͅȁ̶̧̘̜͍̯̖̼̪̟̀͐̇̅̏̿̎̉v̶̧̟̻̭̙̭̬̜̺͕̓̃̀͝͠ę̴̫̙̰͇̦̱̝̯̀͑́̄͘͝ͅ ̴̧̛̛̙̺͎͈̄o̷̤̒̈͠u̸̧̫̥̲͕͊͌͂̌͌͊̚̕͠r̸̨͉̪̩̲̙͉̞̂̽͜͝ ̸̨̪̹͎͚̩͉̹͂̄̔͛̍̈̽̍͘͜t̷̘̯̟͙̰̗͇̩̃̂́͛ơ̷̲͋̃̃̆̓w̴̢͔͍͙̩̜̹͓̪̆̏̋̋̅͆n̵̝̯͊͊͝,̵̜͈̭͍̳̖̾̐ ̸̼̠̬͎͈̩̻̓̆̔͐̌͋m̴̛̪̬̲̙͓̪̝̃̾̓̅̄͘͘o̸̠̪͚̫̤̺̬̿̈́n̶̢̹̹͓̞͓͊͋̉͋̾s̸̡̼͚̣̫͎̘͓͋̂̎͛̓̌̓t̴̛̘͙͓̝̦͈͙̪̣͗͒̉̆̅̽͗͝é̸̳̲͔̹̤̳͈͛̆̈̋͜͠͠ṙ̶̡̙̜͔̬͉͎̦͑́́̐̀̂̀͊!̴͈̘̻̹̮̱̘͎̺̾͗́̒̌̍̾̄̓͠"̸̧̯̩̮̠̬́̃̆́̿̏
The words plague in his mind was like a swarm of dark thoughts, multiplying and buzzing in his head, infecting every thought and feeling, turning the world into a twisted and distorted version of reality. He tries to bring his feet further from them but he can't. His feet brought to a sudden halt, he try to run, to pace away from them but he's unable to. Alas, his knees buckle beneath him and he fell down. He's in a void, pitched-black and mute. He can't make out any sound and it's suffocating.
He tries to get up, in search of light, but he fall back down. Terrified, he close his eyes and uncharacteristically, he feel tears prickling beneath his sockets "Help..." He muttered, planting his face down to himself.
"...Ru, Haru." He stir awake, heavy pants in between his rapid exhales and inhales. He look around the room, relieved to realized that it was all a dream. Turning his head down from looking at the leaked ceiling, he saw you, sitting beside him with food and basin with cloth. That's right, he's sick...
You put both the basin and the food down, settling them beside him and sat down in front of him "Are you alright? Are you having a bad dream." The dual-colored hair male turn away, face flushed in embarrassment "As if, bad dreams are childish." You chortle lightly at his remark, knowing it was nothing but a prideful bluff.
"I got you food, would you like to eat it?" Sakura is never one to be comfortable with 'help'. He thought it'd be an absolute burden for a person to take care of someone but after meeting you, he had learnt how to lean onto people, to find solace, especially in you.
He let you place the plate of food on his covered lap, getting him a clean set of utensil and a can of drink "I also got you medicine, make sure you take them, alright?" He kept a poker face but he internally freak out. Why does he have to consume medications? Won't he be just fine with sleeping and enough food to eat? He would never consume it-
"Open your mouth, Haru. It's just one pill." He purse his lips tight, sealing them so you cannot put the pill inside his cavern "Never-" You pop the pill and you watch him pace around the room, acting like he's choked. He grab his drink and drank everything in a go.
"Are you trying to get me kill?!" His eyes widen, bed hair sprung out and face red in humiliation. You stare at him, eyes wide and mouth gape "You're funny!" You laughs, and he can't help but blush even harder. Be glad he's wearing a shirt or else you can see his frustration down his neck to his upper back.
The situation died down after a few moments, Somehow, Sakura managed to cool down his flustered face before taking his place back under his futon to lie down and rest. All whilst you're sitting beside him, accompanying him throughout the day.
"You're still hot so I'm gonna need to put wet cloth on your head." He agreed to it, reluctantly, still a bit skeptical for some reason. But he closes his eyes, letting you take care of him as you please until he feel cold water dripping down to his hair.
He jerk up, body shuddering like a startled cat "Hey, what are you doing?!" He hissed, running his hand through his hair aggressively to get the water access out "That will help subside the cold, Haru!" You pull him down, forcing him to lie down while you wet his hair "Just, stay still." You fold the wet cloth after dipping it inside the lukewarm contained basin and drape it over his head "Done." He opens one eye, squint in to look at you.
You look down, eyes meeting with his yellow and blue grey-like irises. You didn't say anything, just simply staring at him and he can feel his eyes soften beneath your overwhelming gazes "T-Thanks..." He finally said, look away to avoid your eyes.
"I'm always here, Haru." Your hand clasp with him at that moment and he tensed up, startled by your sudden affection but not that he mind, he close his eyes, quietly hoping this time he'd dream of you instead.

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I'm afraid I don't quite get what you mean by "Dark Prince", but I can absolutely say hello to Sawakita for you! (I'm guessing that's who you mean, based off of your blog posts- feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!)
As for anything "in return"- you don't have to worry about that, I'm happy to do it for you! (^▽^)
After all, I'm happy to help out when I can!
err.. hello you
Hello! You're Naegi, right? It's a pleasure to talk to you! (≧◡≦)
#teruhashi ask blog#teruhashi rp blog#tdlosk rp#saiki k rp#pk academy au#((AAAAAAAA thank youuuuuu TvT I do my best so im happy to hear that!!!!))
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