#me meak

[hirookouji]

it's kuroko and he's in the nba!!!!

[id in alt]

[loveregrown]

I am sorry to all of my non ensemble mutuals, who intimately know Tumugi now

[righteousdelusions]

You gonna write infidelity with omegaverse, make those bitches be mated

[loneloserr]

ok ...,... I need it out but I know I'll never and should Not Ever get back with my ex. but we are going on holidays after 1+ year since our breakup, in which we hadn't been in contact for 9 months and we didn't think we'd ever talk again and I had him completely erased from my mind. he wanted to get a really big bed when I had asked for twin beds so at least it shows I want some space yk but I also don't mind sleeping with him literally and figuratively and I had told him before that I didn't want to break his heart again and he said "whatever happens happens" but I think he might no be .... tough enough to not let his feelings meddle or that he will lie about not having feelings but at the same time we apparently? both matured in the meantime so.... I just don't want him to leave again not because love him lmao but bc I have no one. idk ideally I'd like to have something that's no strings attached (problem being I'm irresistible ahah - not even kidding sadly ffs.)

[sunbearsquid]

So I made another pair of frogs. They are also part of a gift.

I like her dress, so poofy and the tiny bloomers (?), so cute. The hat is held by jewelry pins. Basically, stab it in until it looks cute.

This guy is accidentally in constant yippee pose. Also, because of clothes, the frog looks so chubby and ready for hugs.

[pseudoirony]

a fuckiNG FLY HAS LITERALLY LANDED ON. MY. EYEBALL.

[bearenthusiast2224]

sick

[sagethegremlin]

ESPILVER!

[arosetolivefor]

Wait.

"Children waiting for the day they feel good"

Mad World by Tears For Fears (directed by Clive Richardson)

Feel Good Inc. by Gorillaz feat. De La Soul (directed by Jamie Hewlett and Pete Candeland)

[noneorother]

The puns are never ending : Aziraphale's miraculous "visable" bullet.

Aside from this closeup diagram of how to perform the bullet catch being objectively hilarious, it's also got a pretty fascinating *spelling mistake*.

If you look closely at the part of the pamphlet in red, you'll see that the bullet should be hidden in the mouth where it won't be visable. Not "not visible". Not visable. Seems innocuous enough right? But of course, the layers are never ending.

"Visable" is actually a Middle English word, *not* a modern English one. The last time it was used was before the printing press was invented, so pretty old. Here's a little background :

What's really fascinating though, is that just like the expression "dark horse", the word has two meanings : one is "Capable of good judgement, prudent" the other is "Tractable and docile".

There are also only two examples of the word in context that I can find, and they really should be sending you into orbit :

The first one is actually from Henry Lovelich's translation of the French epic poem "The Romance of Merlin" also known as the first English treatment of the Arthurian legends. It's modernized as "He was a worthy knight, valiant and visable in every fight." Which uses the "good judgment" meaning and sounds... a lot like Aziraphale in his role of guardian and protector.

Why do we care? They are standing literally in front of Excalibur, Arthur's sword.

The other one is from "Ipomadon", another middle English epic poem about a hidden identity romance between a beautiful but proud heiress, and her dark knight in disguise. "She was... visable and virtuous, meak and mild, and marvellous." Which clearly uses the "tractable and docile" meaning, but also... kinda sounds like Aziraphale in his damsel in his distress mode, which:

Ahahahah fuck off. But wait, there's more!

I originally twigged to this error because if you, like me, also happen to speak the language of la plume de ma tante, you know there's a reason why the uses happen in epic poems that originated in France: it's a loan word from old French, and still exists today in modern French, but it doesn't mean tractable and docile...

For the non-french speaking among you, it's a derivation of the verb "viser" :

Verb 1 To aim 1.To aim, to carefully direct one's gaze or a weapon towards a goal to throw something at it.

And so, if you happen to be, oh I don't know, a demon and have been alive for thousands of years and can definitely speak all the languages on earth and happen to have participated in the Arthurian age in England, when you read that pamphlet really carefully because someone is making you do a crazy stunt and there's a miracle blocker on, you could *conceivably* have read the instructions as:

"IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT YOU LOVE, DO NOT SHOOT AZIRAPHALE IN THE FACE." ________________________________________________________ Thanks to @thebluestgreen and @embracing-the-ineffable as always.

[closets-closet]

Dancer + StripClub Owner! Konig

Tell me this man wouldn’t love a good strip club.. Now what if he owned one.

I told yall I would be back, this is very half done and I’ll be honest it sat in my drafts for weeks! I might progress this more, it honestly depends how much yall like it.

Anyways, it’s good to be back, I love you all so very much.

You are the highlight of the shitty rundown club you danced for. You moved to gracefully, hypnotically as you danced around the cool metal pole. The music thrumming through the stage, money covering the area where you dance. Pushing and pulling yourself on the pole in the center stage. You reach your hand out, brushing the faces and hands of a few of the men that are closest to the stage, causing them to throw more money. When your song finishes, you drop to your knees to slowly and sensually scoop up the money, 10’s and 20’s that you stuff in your lace bra. All eyes are trained on you, the way your top pushes your breasts together, or how your stockings and panties cup your plush thighs. You raise back to your feet blowing a quick kiss in the crowd thanking them.

Konig had arrived just as your set started, walking in past the security guards who quickly move out of the way. He seats himself among the crowd, blending in as best he can. Most of the people know of him, they recognize that tell-tale mask that obscures his facial features, making him unreadable. They fear him, so they give him room. He’s got his eyes trained on to your form as you dance across the stage, reaching out, fingers brushing against some of the patrons who eagerly throw their money at you. When your song finishes and you’ve finished collecting your money, the kiss you send out to the crowd sparks something with in him. You’ve piqued his interest, dangerously so.

You’re in the dressing room fixing up your makeup in the cracked mirror. Other girls rushing to make an appearance on stage, queuing their songs with the DJ, hushed whispers being shared between them about the boss being in. You delicately swipe the red lipstick across your lips pursing them as you examine yourself, paying the hushed rumors no mind.

He’s searching for you, stalking about the club, shaking off the other woman that try to cling to his arms. He whispers a few words to the DJ, inquiring about you. Wondering when you started, how often you preform, and what your name is. The DJ gives him a stern look before coughing up your information for a quiet 20$. A sinister grin spreads across his face, he’s got you.

You’re making rounds around the club, feeling your way around customers. Feeling how they stuff money in your top and under your stockings. You were such a sight to behold. He approaches you quietly, a large gloved hand resting on your shoulder.

“Aren’t you such a pretty thing” He leans and whispers against your ear sickly warm breath spreading across your face“Stuck working in a run down strip club leaving with a few hundred dollars a night?” A shiver quickly runs up your spine, his voice chills you to the bone. “I could treat you better” His voice hums, eyes blown wide as you take a step back every, hairs standing on end.

“I’m sorry?” You whisper, a hand coming to rest across the front of your chest, trying to hide the cleavage his eyes seem glued too. “If you keep talking to me this way I’ll go get the bouncer” You threatened voice meak, and quiet against the loud thrumming bass of the music

Konig lets out a sick laugh, his hand reaching out catching the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close. “Get the bouncer sweetheart, see what they do.” He hums quietly as he pushes you to walk next to him, leading you down a hall of private rooms “You clearly don’t know who I am” he continues breath hot against your neck. Konig suddenly pushes you into a room and you quickly try to find your barrings, never seeing this room before your confused and lost.

The man reaches up, pulling his mask above his lips, the jagged scar that runs across them making you gasp.

“I’m so sorry” You whisper immediately “I wasn’t aware it was you.” You drop to your knees, head hung low as you plead forgiveness of not knowing the boss.

He laughs again, the sound of his belt buckle clinking together, then the sound of fabrics hitting the floor. As his boots thump against the floor infront of you “It’s okay Doll” He whispers a large hand pulling your chin making your eyes meet “You can forgive me how I see fit, and then you’ll come home with me. You’ll never have to work here again, live as my personal pet.”

How do we feel after this, it’s been awhile since I sat down to write and today felt good. I’m also working on a Thanksgiving Johnny post, I feel like he deserves it.

[winewinebloodwine]

[Chuuya hums a bit at the "Shittier bandages are somehow safer". His brow furrows slightly- and he tries again. His voice is still near silent and numb] Crown Imperial- barberry. Cuscuta, Chestnut tree. Zephyr flower- birch, moschatel.

Pourquoi esque jai besion de vivre ici- dans cette vie qui est tout plein des chose mal et unjusté, mais ci j'alle ja passe le chance, le plus petit que c'ai mainterna, du vue mon amour, mon coeur, ma raison de vivre, encode just une fois.

[monsterloverwriting]

You thought it was a mask.

For two years, two very long years, you would catch glimpses of your stalker. Honestly you weren't even sure when it started, had it only been two years or had it been longer and they only started getting braver and braver. For the last two years the stalker has hidden less and left more and more behind after each "visit".

Your first glimpse of them, the long, large engulfing shadow of them loomed at the edge of the tree line by your drive way. Their face hidden, it was obviously a trick or the street light how big they were. You check the locks and did your best to sleep, ignoring the sound of the front steps and the loud thump on your porch. The box containing a deer's hind leg was bagged and put in the trash can.

The next night it was closer the shadow just as large the face long, still hidden however the outline of antlers visible between the branches of the trees it stood between. Shadows and anxiety were playing tricks on you, the same routine.

Check the locks, ignore the sounds, throw out the heart left on your door mat.

The police already made it clear there was nothing they would do. So this has become your routine.

Watch as the shadow gets closer, see something new and strange about the figure, the long face seemingly made out of bone, the towering form only growing larger as it gets closer, the unnatural red glow of the stalkers eyes. (It had to be an elaborate mask). Check the locks, ignore the sounds of a "gift" being left for you, throw away whatever it was in the morning.

The morning after it stood close to your porch, still technically in the trees, yet so close a brisk walk would have your stalker through your door in seconds. You found a much smaller box than normal on your mat, the beautiful wrapping catching your interest and curiosity. You never saw them in the mornings, and it couldn't be a part of an animal unless it was incredibly small. Curiosity got the better of you as you gently peeled the paper away from the box. It was a jewelry box. Stealing yourself as you gently lifted the lid you were actually surprised to find a beautiful ring, a thin silver band encrusted with diamonds with a beautiful sapphire resting delicately in the center. Genuinely taken a back by the sudden change in present type you find yourself looking around again before placing it just inside the door wondering if you can take it to the jewelry store later potentially get the name of the person who bought it. Maybe this could finally come to an end.

That night you didn't see the person standing in the woods. The lack of the glowing red eyes put you at ease. Relieved that maybe tonight routine can be different, maybe you can actually get some real sleep for the first time in two years. It wasn't until after you laid down and heard the familiar sound of heavy foot falls on your porch steps that you realized your mistake. You're break in routine. Before you could throw the covers off the front door was open. Before your feet even touched the floor the door to your room was gently pressed open the large form dwarfing the doorway as the antlers on the mask (was it a mask?) scrapped against the top of the door jam as he ducked through it.

The large stalker, larger than you could have assumed from ever seeing him before, delicately held the ring box in his furred paw.

"You finally accept my gift and do not wear it. Why do you slight me, my morsel." His voice was deep bass that rolled through the room commanding attention. That's when it dawned on you, the skeletal maw, the maw moved as he spoke.

Oh God. It wasn't a mask.

"I... You... You're not allowed in here. I don't want you in here." Your voice was meak and soft. There was no conviction in your words as you looked over the monster standing in your room, the tips of his antlers scraping against the ceiling despite him hunching.

"Morsel, you accepted my mating gift. I've been offering them for two long years waiting for you to see me, accept me. You're mine now and I am yours." Your breath quickened as the monster took a step toward you, only to be let out in a whoosh as he fell to his knees before you perched on your bed.

"I will protect, defend, and satisfy your every need. Use me as you wish. I am at your command." He nearly whispered as he gently reached forward, grabbing your stunned left hand, carefully sliding the ring on your finger his hands making yours seem impossible small as he carefully brought your hand to his skeletal lips placing what you had to assume was a kiss against the back of your hand.

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 7th - Deepthroating (Papa Emeritus II x Male!Reader)

Tags: Soft-Dom Secondo, Deepthroating, Sex Education, Throat-Training, Religious Trauma, Internalized Homophobia, Catholic Guilt, Inexperience, Size Kink, Praise, Dick Piercings, Cum-Swallowing, First Person POV

When I left Catholicism to join the Satanic church, I thought it would be completely different. Don't get me wrong, in most ways, it is. A big part of why I left my previous faith was the guilt, the shame, the self-hatred. Coming to terms with my sexuality back then, everybody around me told me to pray it away, that I would go to Hell for my sins if I don't repent, all while those same people preach about a loving God.

When I first stepped foot in the Ministry, I was shocked at the overwhelming acceptance that this place radiated. Sexualities and gender identities of all kinds, expressed openly and without judgement. I'll admit, it took me a while to get used to it. Not just the whole unconditional acceptance part, but how open people here are in... other ways.

It's no surprise that the Ministry takes great pride in their sexual nature. Hell, Cardinal Terzo is known to host orgies on the regular. Brothers and Sisters of sin alike will talk of sex so casually, I can hardly have a conversation with my peers without my face flushing in embarrassment. While my old church condemned sex before marriage and preached purity and abstinence, it seems here the more sexually experienced you are, the higher praise and admiration you receive.

But the one thing the Ministry and my old church had in common? Shame. When I was at my old church, you were shamed for a variety of things, though in the ministry, it seems the only shame you receive is for not having sex. When word got out of my inexperience to my fellow Siblings of sin, the giggles and looks they would shoot me as I passed them by in the hallways were similar to how the people at church reacted when I came out. My shame shifted from my sexuality, to my lack of sexuality.

My shame, in a moment of desperation, led me to the chambers of Papa Emeritus II. I felt foolish, asking for assistance with something like this, but I know if anyone could help me with this kind of thing, it's him. Papa Secondo has been known throughout the Ministry for his sexual prowess, and according to some kind Siblings who've been in situations similar to mine, he also happens to be a very good teacher.

Sighing, I knocked on the door, so softly it was practically inaudible. I cringe at myself, fighting the urge to just run away and lock myself in my room. This whole idea was stupid anyway, I thought to myself. It's a wonder how he managed to hear my knocking, but before I could flee from the scene, he answered, towering over me intimidatingly and staring down at me expectantly. I practically have to pick my jaw up off the floor as I get a good look at him, face bare of paints and wearing nothing but a robe, carelessly tied around his waist.

"Brother ______... Can I help you?" He gruffed, sounding almost annoyed, which only made my confidence shrink more. Suddenly, my throat is painfully dry. I try to spit out a proper response, but all that can come out of me are incoherent stutters, unable to bring myself to ask the big question. He exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just come in."

I step in, nervously fidgeting with my hands, palms disgustingly sweaty. Secondo sits in one of his armchairs, waving his hand as a gesture for me to sit in the one parallel to his. I swallow harshly, obeying his unspoken request. "Drink?" He questions, pouring a glass of wine I didn't even notice he had grabbed. I shake my head no. He shrugs dismissively. "Suit yourself." He hums, swirling around the liquid in his glass before taking a long sip.

"Now, take a deep breath. Clearly whatever is on your mind is important to you, considering it beckoned a meak little thing like you to knock on my door at such a late hour..." He chuckles, but his demeanour reassures he's not laughing at me, which relaxes me a bit. "I am always willing to help out a Sibling in need, but you must tell me what you need first, si?"

I take a deep breath as he suggested, a last-ditch effort to calm my nerves. Here goes nothing. "I... I'm a virgin." I blurted out, practically having to force the words from my throat. Secondos expression remains unfazed. "I can tell." He says blankly. Goddamnit. "Are you asking me to change that, caro?"

"W-well, I... I don't k-know, really-" My face grows red in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact bashfully, which his piercing gaze made significantly difficult. "Then I won't." He states. "But I must ask, Brother _____; if you didn't come here for that reason, then what did you come here for?" I bite my lip, thinking for a moment.

"Truth be told, Papa, I'm not exactly sure what I want..." I let out a groan of frustration. I knew this idea was stupid. "I'm... ashamed. Everyone in the Ministry is so experienced, they all have stories to tell, and I just have... nothing. The other siblings look at me differently, they make fun of me behind my back. I'm tired of just being the virgin. I want to do the things they do, I want to have the experiences that they have-"

"_____." He says my name firmly, cutting me off abruptly. "You should never be ashamed of that sort of thing. Sex is not as important to the Ministry as you may think, caro. There are plenty of virgins here, and plenty others that aren't interested in sex at all. The whole point of embracing sexual freedom is getting to choose whether to have sex or to not, and neither option should warrant any judgement. If any particular siblings are bothering you, tell me now and they will be dealt with, but you must know that shame and embarrassment should never influence any of your decisions, especially not these kinds of decisions. Have I made myself clear?"

I nod, looking down at my feet to avoid tearing up. It felt strange to hear someone tell me I don't need to be ashamed, to reassure me I don't need to change. Strange, but nice. Secondo reached a hand out to rub my shoulder comfortingly. "Look at me, caro." He commanded, but he spoke so tenderly it felt more like a light-hearted suggestion. I did as I was told, lifting my head to meet his kind gaze. Dammit, here comes the waterworks.

"It's not just peer pressure that encouraged me to go to you. I really do want to do this sort of thing. My whole life, it was drilled in my brain that sex of any kind is something to be ashamed of, and completely unthinkable to do with another man. I've had to hide my desires for so long, I don't want to have to do that anymore. I want to do this, I just... I want to start off slow, y'know? And I want you to... to teach me." I admit, my voice breaking weakly as I open up to him. Secondo nodded as I spoke, listening intently. As intimidating as he can be, in this moment I felt as if I could tell him anything.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked. I thought about it for a moment. I couldn't help the blush that crept upon my cheeks when the thought popped up in my head; Something I was always curious about.

"I want to suck your cock." That sentence came out of my mouth as quickly as I thought it. That seemed to get a reaction out of the usually stoic Secondo, his eyes widening in surprise and his lips twitching into a smirk. I almost want to apologize for my boldness, but Secondo spreads his legs in appreciation, rendering me speechless. His robe comes looser, exposing more of his bare body, especially his muscular thighs. Still, it's not exposing the one part of him I'm most excited to see.

"Do you now?" He raises an eyebrow slyly. I practically start to drool as I look down at his lap, noticing the movement under his robe as his cock starts to harden and twitch. "Y-yes, Papa. I just, I- I might need a little help. I'm not exactly sure how..." I trail off, my focus on something else.

"I am more than happy to oblige." Secondo purrs, eyes narrowing and trailing down to my mouth, clouding with desire. "Come here, caro. Let me teach you." He takes a pillow from his armchair to place on the ground for me to kneel on, waving me over to him. With inhuman-like speeds, I plop down on my knees before him, rather ungracefully. Secondo doesn't seem to mind. Finally, he moves his robe out of the way, fully exposing his manhood to me.

I almost regretted coming to him for my first time, because surely that could not be a beginner size. He was at least 9 inches, thick and veiny, there was no way I could fit all of that down my throat, and- wait, is that a fucking Prince Albert? Just looking at him from this angle gets my dick to twitch through my pants, pulling a whimper from my throat. "Take the tip in to start, sweetheart." He tells me, and I do just that.

His tip is hot and heavy in my mouth, aside from the coolness of the metal from his piercing. He groans gutterally at the contact, my tongue involuntarily swirling around it, seeming to already know what to do. "Bravo ragazzo..." He grunts, my pants growing tighter at his words. His hand rests on the back of my head, looking down at me affectionately. "T-take it a little further, will you?" He asks so sweetly, I can't help but grant his wishes.

I gradually take more in my mouth, inch by inch, sucking gently as I make my way down, earning more delicious noises from Secondo. The straining in my pants is nearly impossible to ignore, but I push through for him. I keep going till I hit my gag reflex, not even able to take him halfway. I hum against his cock in disappointment, pulling away with a cough. "Sorry." I murmur awkwardly.

He lifts my chin with a single finger, forcing me to look up at his eyes. "Don't be sorry, caro." He tuts sternly. "You can take more, I know you can. Just relax your throat and let me do the work, hm?" Hesitantly, I agree, eager to please. I trust him enough to know he wouldn't do anything to hurt me or push my boundaries an uncomfortable amount. He gently pushes me back down on his dick, relaxing my throat as much as I can, ready as I'll ever be to let him take control.

He pushes my head down slowly, back to where I was last able to take it. He gives me a moment to prepare myself, before he grips the sides of my head, pulling my head further. I gag harshly a few times, and each time he pauses, allowing myself to get used to the invasion going on in my throat before continuing. He takes his time with me, stretching out my throat with immeasurable patience.

"You're doing so f-fucking well, caro. Such a good boy..." He gruffs. I moan around him happily, from both the praise and the fact I'm now able to take significantly more of him in my mouth. Once I've taken all I'm comfortably able to, he begins to shallowly thrust, in and out. "You're a natural, letting me take your tight, wet throat like this. Cazzo, sei divino..."

His thrusts grow quicker and harder the more confident I get, and it's not long before he's borderline fucking my mouth. I can't help but rub my hardened cock through my pants, an embarrassing wet spot forming from the precum I'm leaking. This is the most aroused I've ever been, that I've ever allowed myself to be, that I curse myself for taking this long to experience the joys and ecstasy of sexual pleasure.

"Sto per venire! Caro mio, c-can I cum in your mouth?" Secondo moans, panting heavily. I whine against his cock, sucking harder in hopes he'll take that as an answer. He does, his eyes rolling back in unabashed pleasure. "Oh, fuck!" He groans, releasing his thick load in the back of my throat. I swallow it all diligently, savoring the salty, somewhat bitter taste that I just know I'll grow addicted to.

I pull my mouth off his cock with an obcene pop, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Did I do good, Papa?" I ask, insecure of my ability and eagerly awaiting his response. He laughs, a genuine hearty laugh, something I've never seen him do. I don't know why, but something about it sent a fluttering warmth through my chest, a desire to hear him laugh again and again. That's something to question on another day, though.

"Is that even a question, caro? Satanas, you did wonderfully." Secondo smiles, helping me up off my knees. That's when he notices the bulge in my pants, throbbing painfully. "Oh, poor boy. Would you like some help with that, sweetheart?" He asks. My breath catches in my throat, heat rushing to my face. I nod profusely, my brain too fogged with lust to find the proper words.

He reaches for my zipper, undoing it and swiftly taking my cock out. Before I can react, his mouth is on my manhood in an instant, taking it all down his throat with no effort. I could only hope to one day be as good as sucking dick as he is. It isn't long before I'm cumming down his throat as well, reduced to nothing more than a shaking, whimpering mess. He swallows, grinning mischievously.

"Virgins are always so quick to cum." He teases, packaging my sensitive cock back in my pants. After catching my breath, I shoot him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Papa, for... y'know, all that." I say, struggling to compose myself. He hums, re-tying his robe. "No need to thank me, caro. I'm always willing to help." His voice rumbles, low and comforting.

"Do you think we could... do this again? Maybe teach me more things?" I ask, crossing my fingers in wishful thinking. He grins softly, caressing my cheek with his warm, calloused hand. "I would love to, Brother _____. You can come visit me anytime. I can promise you, you will not find a better teacher." He winks. And with that, I leave his chambers, returning to my own. For once, I'm excited for what the future entails, looking forward to my next meeting with Secondo.

-

[dazeddoodles]

You know what? I feel like changing up the tone here, so I Wanna list of some of the things I enjoy about my favorite character; our lord and savior Raine Whispers (pardon my poor English)

One of the things I enjoy the most about Raine is the many trope subvertions they do with them. Like; them  looking meak and having stagefright yet being a brave little badass and a sassy flirt (making Eda blush like it’s nobody’s business), or them being a rebel leader yet still being soft and goofy (nameing their rebel group the Bats/Cats, and not sacrificeing someone who has children).

They are «Looks like a cinnamon roll but could(would) kill you» coded and that is my favorite gender.

Their epiloge design is FIIIIIIINE👌

Raine not being brainwashed was the best executed plot twist in the show don’t at me!

They acknowledged Luz as a human witch upon meeting her, never looking down on her for being human or claiming she couldn’t be a witch because of it.

Was one of the side characters with a goal regarding the main villain who actually got to complete their goal, not standing in the background while the main characters completed their goal for them.

Has the stamina and pain endurance of a God

Their powers are seriously OP when you think about it.

This is just my opinion; but Raine was 100% justified in both breaking up with Eda and faking their brainwashing towards her. + they were no where near as mean to her about the latter as I have seen other characters be with that trope (look at how Eren did it in Attack on titan)

These are just some of the things I 🫶 about Raine. I too wish we could have gotten more of them (and I also have my issues with Dana’s priorities after learning about the show’s shortening). Keep feeding us Raine/Raeda fans you beautiful being.

I enjoyed reading this

I also really love how many tropes they subvert by being shy and akward but strong and brave. Both that and the brainwash twist adds on to how Raine is constantly underestimated by others

It's a shame a lot of fans fall into that same trap and also just see Raine as a bland, scared, weak, stock character

[noa-ciharu]

Alternatively: fyosig + 36

fyosig + "please don't leave me behind"

Post Meursault, angst, hurt/questionable comfort, religious symbolism, sort of brainwashed Sigma

- - - - - - - -

Last thing Fyodor expected is to be tracked down in the back of beyond, much less by Sigma.

Peculiar indeed. But warranted reason for alarm? Not so much, or at all if he's to be candid. After all Sigma did read all his memories, not too implausible to presume he put wits to good use and figured out his whereabouts on very own. Impressive Fyodor had to remark - if not served as an immaculate litmus test. Not necessarily of Sigma's capabilities and lengths he's willing to go, those are nothing groundbreaking. But of Sigma's irrefutably wheedled decision - spoke of all darkest hues he managed to smear on the once blank canvas.

Dozen seconds ticked by in suspensive silence. Sigma stared at him with those vacant yet fiery eyes, at sixes and sevens. Fyodor didn't rush him anyhow - best to give Sigma illusion of freedom, although judging by how spent he looked Fyodor assumed that by this point Sigma can see through all of his smokes and mirrors.

Accented inhale. Tone eerily flat. Simultaneously clash of emotions and none at all on features - "I know everything"

Of course he does. That came as no surprise; what did is that Sigma felt the need to remind him of that. Fyodor crossed legs, tipped head and offered a meak smile Sigma should know by now serves just to disarm. "So you do", affirmed Fyodor while staring right up into oddly unguarded eyes. "But you've surely didn't come all the way here to tell me just that" - surely there's an ax to grind, but judging by confusion flashing over Sigma's twisted face it's not too far fetched to assume he's knocked out for six.

So no, not even Sigma himself knew why he sought him out. Itch for him became hardwired - no matter how much Sigma fought the newly found impulse he needed him like oxygen to breathe. Akin to moth to the flame Sigma will always be draw to the one that burned the life he used to know to the very ground.

"I..."

Pause followed by couple stressed sighs. Lips twisted and quivered, chest heaving in dire struggle for breath, eyes snapped shut with force that had to sting - inner conflict was manifest. Much to his credit Fyodor kept expression impassive; best to neither insult via glaringly fake consideration nor unnerve via brutal honesty. Considering everything Sigma went through in his memories this level of lucidity was to be applauded instead.

Frowning Sigma clasped both sides of his head and groaned - "Ugh, my head feels like a mess", kneaded forehead and huffed, likely wishing to cast away his presence from mind - futile endeavor, by this point he was engraved in every fiber of Sigma's being. Like clockwork he admitted just that - "Ever since that cursed day I couldn't get you out of my mind"

Your curiosity had a price tag on it, Fyodor wished to wise off but kept poke behind teeth. No need to fan the flames, especially when Sigma was on the brink of cracking; nothing but an empty shelf of former self. Greed got the best of him. In accordance, his freedom was clipped away. Every sin calls for a punishment, just because he didn't take over Sigma's body didn't mean there aren't other ways in which he can consume a greedy soul whole.

Sigma took a step backwards; then wobbled forwards, subliminally drawn by him and him only. "Your presence has engulfed me", heavy breath, foggy eyes, skin unhealthily wan - perplexed like this Sigma painted rather drained picture. Child's play to forge into a perfect weapon, however Fyodor knew a prod too firm could topple fragile mind pass the point of return - if he's to take this one into his embrace he'd need to thread carefully for regular manipulation would no longer cut it. By this point it's not even a matter of whether Sigma would take his hand or not, just when he'd realize caving in is inevitable.

"Gosh, what have you done to me?!", snarling Sigma paced back and forth; rocked throbbing head between arms and tried to soothe himself; to no avail. "No matter how much I try", sharp inhale, Sigma threw head back and combed fingers through hair; likely pucked out few strands from stress alone. "I cannot stop viewing life from your twisted perspective"

Ah, there it is, symphony to his ears. "That's a given", snickered Fyodor, allowing ounce of sadism to seap onto surface; insulting to keep the mask of benevolence after Sigma drank in his every cruelty. Thence Fyodor let devilty touch smile, in contrast kept tone mellow - "After all you've never taken in that magnitude of information" so it's only natural I tainted your sense of identity to the point where you cannot distinguish your thoughts from mine.

For a split second Sigma looked at him like he's not even human - no, not a devil either but something divine that transcends life itself. Atypical sure considering he never elicited anything but fear or anger in that timid yet assertive gaze, but also not surprising. Sigma's life divided in before and after; this one in front of his eyes is the fool who let the devil in on that faithful day; as result lost himself. In spite of godlike ability God he's not, merely one bestowed with His mission of bringing harmony to the entropy. But for Sigma's entranced eyes Fyodor would gladly become one.

In an instant reverence evaporated, leaving nothing but spark in weary eyes that surely would be rekindled. "I know you're up to no good", Sigma hissed and glared, but jab lacked the bite; crystal clear he's desperately clinging to last threds of life he used to know. Biting inside of mouth Sigma rewarded him with another meak scowl, only spoke volumes of how torn he's inside. "I know you'll inevitably end up using me again", accusation yet it came off as more of a wail.

Smart man, that Fyodor had to give it to him; but again foreseeable considering Sigma knew him down to the wire now - quite the strange sensation Fyodor had to admit, however nothing to lose sleep over; upper ground is still and forever will be his to claim. Transitory he toyed with idea of deception; promising Sigma to never lead him on again. With a shrug opted out of it. "It'd be insulting to lie to you after everything", explained Fyodor inaptly lightly considering gravity of the topic. "After all you are the one who knows me the best", flashing a roguish smile he finally stood up and strode towards his unwilling worshiper.

Rather than flinching or showing disdain Sigma appeared strangely relieved for a heartbeat by their close proximity - as if subliminally craving his presence, tactile presence, after being exposed only to indoctrinating memories. "And in spite of all that...", thin voice, head bent low. Sigma squeezed eyes and heaved. "I wish I could hate you", went off the tangent. "But I'd be hating myself in process" - because separating 'you' and 'I' is no longer feasible.

For a second Fyodor weighted the idea of patting Sigma's shoulder and consoling; not even as a part of deception but merely to have him calm down. Much to Fyodor's surprise Sigma beat him up to it - curled arms around Fyodor's frame, shoved coat down shoulders, cried out and threw himself in his embrace.

Ah, so you do have it in you to take me off guard. Silent sobbing, light shaking; hard to tell if Sigma burst in tears but definitely was distraught. Despite being stunned Fyodor found himself smiling; knew right away this one is hopelessly trapped in his web of lies - ironically constructed of nothing but truth, but with mind distorted beyond remedy Sigma couldn't distinguish own projections from reality.

"I know it's pointless to demand sincerity from you", faint hush, Fyodor more felt his chest move than heard the words, nonetheless could tell exhaustion and anguish in tone. In turn he embraced back; hummed into crown of Sigma's head and combed fingers through hair, just to coax Sigma into revealing more.

"But can you promise me one thing?"

Even if I do, how could you ever trust a word of a liar? By this point Sigma should know better than anyone else to expect honestly from him, admitted so himself moments prior - yet like a fool still held onto hope. If there's one thing Fyodor found admirable, albeit sinfully foolish about humans it's how unbreakable their spirits are - surely entertaining, but far and in between were ones worth his while.

Rather than offering any response Fyodor just chuckled; kept on caressing the trembling frame, privately savoring warmth of another human being in his arms - in all sincerity forgot how touch void of malicious intent even feels. Closing eyes he pressed lips against Sigma's temple. After this I won't let you go even to very death itself.

"Whatever you do please don't leave me behind ever again"