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heliads · 1 year ago

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Can I request an unwind fic where Connor is the one who gets taken from the Graveyard by Roberta (for propaganda reasons not because Cam likes him) and Rise goes and saves him? I feel like we need more powerful Risa fics! She is badass!

'made it back to you' - connor lassiter x risa ward

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They had thought it would be smart to take Connor.

That’s what he’s been able to gather, at least. The Proactive Citizenry was willing to incur the risk of abducting one (1) unwind for Propaganda Purposes, and they figured they might as well shoot for the moon and chose Connor Lassiter, Akron AWOL, resident voicebox of a surprisingly large percentage of the unwind community. On paper, it was a brilliant idea.

Connor, however, is not quite the boy people think he is. He doesn’t really like cooperating, especially not with people who’ve kidnapped him from the only home that was willing to accept him as an enemy of the unwinding state. Really, the PC should have figured that out from day one.

Instead, they’re continually learning that lesson with each hour that passes. They gave him a nice room with lovely locked doors and impeccably sealed windows. He’s kept in relative comfort, albeit far beyond the reach of anyone and everyone who could possibly help him. And, to make matters worse, they’re insisting that Connor will film propaganda videos insisting that unwinding is done for the right reasons.

Bullshit. Obviously, he’s not going to do this. The first time Roberta Griswold appeared in Connor’s lux jail cell and asked him to recite a few lines for media purposes, he laughed in her face and told her there wasn’t a chance in hell that he’d actually do it. Roberta had the nerve to act surprised, like she genuinely couldn’t fathom why Connor wouldn’t be in favor of stripping teenagers for parts.

She’d tried to reason with him a little, but sorry, no amount of carefully prepared logical fallacies will make up for the fact that unwinding is a terrible thing to do. Connor’s not falling for it. He’s already had plenty of time to debate everything under the sun about unwinding with Hayden and Lev at various times in his life, so Connor is actually quite well prepared for Roberta’s line of reasoning. Who knew that kidnapping a tithe would come in handy?

Roberta was persistent, though. Day after day, she kept coming in, waving that stupid little form he’s supposed to sign to agree to the PC’s demands. Connor had tried to be civil, knowing that any slip up would of course be televised to show how crazy and violent unwinds can be, but after a week he got sick of it and launched a pillow at her head.

He’d been on lockdown after that. No visits, not even doctors, not even Roberta. Clearly, they’re trying to shame him for the loss of control, but honestly, it had felt really good to watch the mass of fabric and feathers collide dully with Roberta’s bleached-blonde skull. When Connor dreams of paradise, it involves soft projectiles thrown at hard-headed sadists.

Connor hadn’t anticipated the Punishment, though. He’d expected consequences ranging anywhere from nameless threats to medieval-type shit like iron maidens (not the band) or thumb screws. Connor doesn’t even know what the hell a thumb screw is. It sounds painful, though, and involves body parts, so honestly it seems pretty well up the Proactive Citizenry’s alley.

Instead of getting beaten around, however, they did him one worse: they sent in the freak. Camus Comprix. Christ. Connor’s seen the guy around, he lurks in hallways like he’s not ever sure of where to go or what to go. His posture vaguely reminds Connor of kids getting their portraits taken during school picture days. Like Cam has been forced into a starched-stiff shirt and told to straighten up a little, put his shoulders back– no, a little more, a little more, now tilt your head to the side slightly– and he’s spending all of his waking hours waiting around for the camera to click.

It’s weird as hell, is what it is, and now Connor has to deal with it. Honestly, he’s not sure if Cam’s sudden presence in Connor’s quarters is meant to be difficult for Connor or Cam, or maybe both. Killing two birds in one stone, you get to shame both your lab-grown boy and the unpleasant one you kidnapped in one go. If Connor ever gets out of here and takes up a position with the FBI, he’d suggest this as a certified interrogation method. Simply take your uncooperative prisoner and lock them in a room with a rewind who thinks he’s witty. You’ll have your answers in no time.

They both hate each other’s guts, that much is certain. Apparently, Cam had been angling to get Risa in here instead, suggesting that she’d be far easier to work with than Connor. He’s got to assume that the PC is wishing they’d followed Cam’s guidance instead. As it turns out, Connor also wants Risa. That’s one thing they’ve got in common, at least.

It’ll be the only thing. Cam visits Connor in scheduled one-hour visits, such as right now. The lock on Connor’s door clicks open, revealing the sullen myriad of expressions on Camus Comprix’s many segments of face.

“Why, Cam,” Connor says flatly. “It’s such an honor to be in your presence. I didn’t expect the pleasure of your company today.”

Cam fixes him with a stormy glare. “Ridiculous. Hogwash. Balderdash.”

Connor can’t help a pleased smirk. “What, you don’t think that your company is a pleasure? You should really work on positive self talk, Comprix. Surely one of the voices in your head has an ego.”

Cam looks like he wants to spit on Connor’s shoes. “I am the only one in my head, and I think that you’re insufferable. Also, that you knew I was coming. I arrive here every day. It’s a routine. Typical. Humdrum.”

“Sarcasm, my friend,” Connor smiles. “They can’t plug that into you in a lab, I guess.”

Cam’s face sours even more than usual. “You can try to convince yourself that you’re nothing like me, but it won’t work. We are the same.”

Connor should know better, but he falls for the taunt anyway. “We’re nothing alike. You’re a lab rat, I’m a real boy.”

Cam arches a brow. “Completely? I can't help but notice that one of your arms doesn’t match the other.”

Instinctively, Connor thrusts his right arm behind his back and out of view. He doesn’t have to look to remember the shark tattoo swimming ominously across the forearm that doesn’t belong to him. Connor didn’t ask for an unwind’s arm after his own was lost in the explosion of the Happy Jack Chop Shop, and he especially didn’t ask for the replacement to come from Roland, one of his all-time rivals. However, he fears that Cam might have plenty of good responses to Connor declaring that he didn’t ask for unwind parts.

Instead, he just glares at the rewind. “That’s only one part of me that I hate. You’re full of pieces that aren’t yours.”

Cam just shrugs, taking a seat on one of Connor’s chairs. Connor feels as if the tide of the argument has switched over from Connor’s side to Cam’s, but he doesn’t know how to get it back. “Say what you want to make yourself feel better,” Cam tells him, “We all know the truth. Who knows, maybe the doctors put a bit more realism in me than you.”

“Shut up,” Connor hisses. “Or I’ll hit you like I did Roberta.”

Cam perks up even despite the threat. “You hit Roberta?”

“With a pillow,” Connor amends. “Maybe I’ll hit you with a brick.”

So much for fighting the ‘violent AWOL’ accusations. Connor’s already reverting back to old-school threats and intimidation tactics. However, seeing as he’s essentially a prisoner, even in a far nicer cell than a juvenile detention facility, Connor feels that it’s his hard-earned right to mouth off a little.

Cam just rolls his eyes. “Then they might actually kill you off. Goodness knows they want to.”

Connor grins, proud of himself. “Excellent to know that I haven’t lost my natural sense of charm yet. It’s not a hostage situation unless my captors get sick of me within a few weeks.”

Cam frowns. “I’m not sure that’s something you should enjoy.”

“And what,” Connor drawls, “This is? Collaborating with the enemy? No thanks.”

Cam looks as if he’d quite like to debate the intricacies of just what ‘the enemy’ could be, but they’re interrupted by the door of Connor’s cell being flung open. In walks Roberta, looking slightly more frazzled than Connor is used to seeing her. Strands of her blonde hair are starting to escape from their usual tight knot, and she’s not even bothering to hide her derisive stare with a pleasant grin, which indicates to Connor that he’s probably outstayed his welcome. Not, of course, that he was ever really welcome at all, but this isn’t a good sign.

Connor refuses to handle this appropriately, opting instead to goad Roberta even further. “But, Doc, I’m supposed to have at least half an hour more with my best buddy over here. You can’t split us up, I can hardly bear the separation.”

This earns him matching glares from both Cam and Roberta. Connor can’t help but wonder if the doctors in charge of rewinding programmed that particular expression into Cam, too, having so much experience receiving it from Roberta.

“Enough,” Roberta says, her voice clipped. “This is a waste. We had hoped you would cooperate on your own, but if you won’t, we’ll turn to other measures. Just remember that we didn’t want to do this. You forced our hand.”

Connor leans back a little. “Wait, what are you talking about?” Maybe he wasn’t wrong to include medieval torture among the housewarming gifts offered up by the PC.

Roberta says nothing, just steps away from the door. Three guards come in, all in military fatigues, and drag Connor to his feet. He’s forced out of the room and down the surrounding corridors. Just before he clears the threshold of his room, he can hear Cam’s voice raised slightly, asking Roberta what’s going on. Roberta, in turn, seems much kinder when speaking to Cam, her voice lilting and gentle like she’s lecturing a pet rabbit or dog. Must be nice to be someone’s pet project. The forced responsibility of someone having to take care of you is more than Connor’s had in a while.

Connor is rudely accompanied to a room down a few halls. He recognizes this place, more so the dozen or so cameras and lights that have been set up facing a chair in the center of the room. Connor is shoved down into this seat, with one guard on each side and behind him, keeping him in place.

Roberta shows up moments later, closing the door with an audible shove. “No more games,” she says directly. “We know where the Graveyard is. We have planes with advanced military capabilities. We will bomb that place to a ruin unless you film the interviews we want.”

Connor rears back. “What the hell?”

Roberta, seemingly anticipating this response, holds up a laptop screen in front of him. On it, Connor watches, horrified, as surveillance footage plays of the Graveyard. It’s shot from a shaky, hazy camera, maybe a drone or something. Connor’s first, desperate hope is that it’s old footage, or staged, but then he sees Risa’s wheelchair roll underneath the shade of a parked plane to talk to someone. Hayden, maybe. Or any number of their friends. Her hair is slightly longer than the last time he’s seen her. Yes, this is recent. Recent enough for this threat to have value.

“You can’t do this,” Connor says stupidly. Of course she can. They’re the fucking PC, and they can do anything from tearing teenagers to ribbons to bombing supposedly abandoned airplane hangars. This is all within her control.

“We didn’t want to,” Roberta says snippily. “It will be a waste of resources and a PR nightmare. However, we need your testimony more. Cooperate and they live. It’s as simple as that.”

This, of course, is a lie. Nothing about this is simple. If Connor does what she asks, he’ll be selling out all his friends. They have no idea that they’re being watched, nor that their lives are on the line. All they’ll know is that the supposedly great Akron AWOL turned them all in for a good night’s sleep and some new clothes. They’ll hate him forever, and they’ll never know that he was just doing it to save them.

“You’ll bomb them anyway, no matter what I do,” Connor forces out. “Even if I film the videos. You’d never let a loose end like that sit. They’ll die anyway, and so will I.”

“They won’t,” Roberta pledges. “We’re the sane ones, Connor. We keep our word. If you sign the contract, we won’t touch them. You can even go back to the Graveyard if you want, although I have a feeling that you won’t get as warm a welcome as you might like. All you have to do is talk.”

“I’ll be lying. Everyone will know it.” Connor says. It’s the last defense he has. All of his arguments are slipping away in the face of this vast and indescribable horror. They’d probably show him the bombing, too, make him watch live as all of his friends are consumed by the explosions. Risa. He’d watch Risa die. Connor hates himself more than anything for even thinking about agreeing to do this, but losing everyone just like that would cut a deeper wound than he’s ever experienced.

Roberta just smiles, kind and sincere. This is probably the look she gives Cam when he argues with her about having to spend time with Connor. “No, they won’t. You’ll make sure they believe it.”

Wordlessly, she offers Connor a pen and the contract. The guards let go of Connor’s arms. They don’t even have to be in the room anymore. Nothing matters, because Connor can’t do a single damn thing so long as they’ve got the Graveyard. Hell, they don’t even have to lock the doors. Connor will jail himself until the day he dies, just to keep them alive.

He signs. Roberta smiles. “See, that wasn’t too tricky, was it? All you have to do is find a way to see eye to eye.”

He meets her gaze hatefully. Connor had thought that he couldn’t hate anyone more than Roland, more than the Juvey-cops who tried to bring him in, but this raw madness in the back of his throat is far, far worse. He wants to rip her to pieces. He wants to– he wants to unwind her.

Connor appears on the news that night. He is smiling and dressed in a new suit. It fits him perfectly. The news reporter asks him about being the Akron AWOL, and if he has any advice for teenagers grappling with the possibility of being unwound. Connor looks directly into the camera and tells these unknown kids to just go along with it. Everything happens for a reason, he says. Unwinding is better than you think. I wish I could be unwound right now.

Only the last part is true.

Roberta chides him about that afterwards. No need to go overboard, she says. Still, she’s pleased, and why shouldn’t she be? The nation’s hottest topic, the most dangerous unwind, is in her pocket. At last, she’s found the way to pull Connor’s strings to perfection. As it turns out, the only thing she had to do was threaten to bomb a couple hundred children. Easy for someone without a heart.

Connor makes more videos. He despises himself more thoroughly than he ever has before. He wonders if Risa is out there somewhere, watching them all, wondering what became of him. He wonders if she hates him too now, if every single kid sees his broadcasts and curses his name. Connor understands at last why the PC wanted him. If you lose faith in your hero, you lose faith in the cause. Connor is nobody’s hero, not anymore. He is a traitor and a coward, and worst of all, he still thinks that the Graveyard will be bombed when the PC tires of him and puts him to rest.

The agony builds in his stomach as the weeks go by. Roberta has been briefing him ceaselessly in preparation for an upcoming news report. It’s quite likely the biggest deal of all of the videos so far, on one of the most popular news sources. It will be live, so Connor cannot afford a single slipup. She’s already reminded him several times of the consequences should Connor disobey. He knows.

He knows.

Connor arrives at the news show headquarters an hour in advance. He shakes the hands of several important journalists and celebrities, and they all nod their heads and say wow, he’s so well behaved for someone who once was a criminal. Connor wants to ask what his crime was, other than living, but Roberta is staring daggers into his back so Connor knows not to screw up before his big performance. He’s pretty used to ignoring hateful glares by now, anyway. Now that Connor’s the new big thing, Cam has somewhat faded out of the limelight. They still see each other, but the mandatory visits aren’t really enforced anymore. Instead, Connor gets to sit with his thoughts, which is both better and far, far worse.

The interview begins. When Connor walks onto the stage, he gets a round of applause that lasts two full minutes. He wants to scream at the audience to shut up– nothing he’s doing here is worth that sort of appreciation. News flash: selling your soul isn’t supposed to be a good thing.

He doesn’t say this. He follows the script. The interview takes twenty minutes, and at the end, the host flashes him a smile of perfectly straight, white teeth and asks if he’s got anything else to add. Connor stares at the jaws, wonders if they belonged to someone else first, and says, “Yes, I do.”

Connor looks directly at the camera. “When I first found out I was going to be unwound, I was terrified. I thought it was the end for me. I even ran away.”

He pauses a bit, to let the audience react appropriately. Ripples of shaking heads and disappointed glance rock through the crowds. Once they settle down, Connor continues. “I met up with bigger crowds of AWOLs who all thought the same thing. We were trying to escape our natural fates, and if I could say one thing to them right now, I would tell them–”

His voice cuts off. Connor feels like he’s choking up, only no tears are coming out. Instead, he feels more composed than he has in months. “I would tell them that they were right,” he declares. “They were right to want to live. We’re just kids, and we don’t deserve to die because our parents don’t like us. All unwinds deserve to live. I hope they keep running and they never get caught, even if I was.”

Roberta is standing up, marching towards him through the shocked and upset crowd. Her eyes spell danger, but Connor keeps on going recklessly. “They’re going to bomb the Graveyard, Risa. They’re going to kill you all. You have to get everyone to safety. I’ve been trying to buy you time, but it’s no use. They know where you are. Get everyone out. Fight unwinding until you die. All of us are free.”

Hands clamp down on Connor’s shoulders. He fights his way out of the grip at once, but more guards are appearing from the wings, muscling him away. Still, Connor shouts at the camera, telling everyone he can to run and never look back. It takes several minutes to get him away, and he hopes to everything holy that it was enough time to evacuate the Graveyard.

He’s locked into a dressing room backstage. Roberta bursts in moments later. She looks completely furious. “You stupid boy. You stupid, stupid boy. Do you know what you’ve done?”

“Exactly what I wanted to,” Connor grins. “I took a stand.”

“No, you’ve killed your friends,” Roberta hisses. She whips out her phone and calls somebody, looking Connor directly in the eyes while she tells them to carry out the strike.

Roberta hangs up victoriously, but Connor refuses to be cowed. “I hope you’re happy,” Roberta tells him. “They’re all dead because of you.”

“It’s not just about the Graveyard,” he says. “That’s been under threat for years. We were always going to die. But unwinds across the country will know that they still have hope, and that’s worth it to me. Try explaining that to your investors.”

Roberta’s face turns a mottled purple. “Clearly, we have no more use for you. You may not be able to be unwound, but that doesn’t mean you get to leave. I’ll have you in a cell until you rot.”

Connor’s past the point of caring about himself, though. “I’ll look forward to getting a break from your sermons, then.”

She might kill him here and now, honestly. It takes all of Roberta’s self-control to direct the guards to take Connor away and back to the PC facility. He’s shoved into his room, the door locked behind him. This might be the end of it for him, but Connor’s conscience feels lighter than it has in a very long time. If he dies here, at least it’ll be knowing that his friends believe in him again. Hopefully.

It occurs to Connor, a few hours into his new exile in the old room, that maybe he hadn’t given Risa and the others enough to get clear of the Graveyard after all. He’d known that he would have to tell them eventually, and a broadcast as popular as this was his best shot, but the Graveyard is big and unwinds are obstinate. Maybe there were still some kids inside when the bombing was ordered. Maybe he hadn’t done enough. Maybe Risa had died anyway.

The thought tears up Connor. He feels as if he’s swallowed acid or something, like his organs are physically ripping to pieces underneath his skin, worn away like time and rain against the Grand Canyon. Connor is a thousand empty hollows, and they can only be filled by the simple knowledge that the people he cares about are okay.

Time passes. It could be hours or days, Connor can’t really tell. The grief and guilt takes him out of reality. Connor swears he can hear sounds down the hall, but it could be anything from an overly loud air conditioning unit to the guards getting bored of only watching plain walls. Connor hasn’t really tried to escape. There’s nowhere for him to go.

Outside, the sounds get louder. Connor frowns, pushing himself up to stand. It almost sounds like people are arguing, plus a few distant thuds. Okay, not the AC. Maybe Roberta’s throwing a fit and finally started tossing around a few punches? Not likely, but what else could it be?

Connor slowly walks over to the door, pressing his ear against the smooth wood. It really does sound like the noises are getting closer, almost right outside– He backs up immediately, practically tripping over himself in an effort to get away. It’s good timing on his end too, because he’s hardly cleared the area before his door caves in. Connor chokes on the dust and smoke from the outside hall. Raising an arm to shield his eyes from the debris, he glances through the hole in what had once been his secure door and sees–

Risa.

Connor feels his breath catch in his chest, and not just because of the chaos with the door. “Risa?” He asks slowly.

She smiles at him. “Surprise.”

Connor takes a few tremulous steps forward, his shoes crunching on splinters of wood beneath him. She’s still in her wheelchair, but holding a large gun that she must have used to knock down the door. “Don’t point that thing at me,” he jokes, but his voice goes weak with relief and he doesn’t sound half as cool as he means to.

He’ll have to save the coolness factor for Risa. Further down the hall, Connor catches glimpses of other unwinds chasing off the guards. “You broke me out?” He asks, unable to believe his eyes.

“Of course we did,” Risa says. “What, did you think we’d just leave you there after you went to all that trouble to warn us about the attack? Not a chance.”

The attack. The sheer shock of seeing Risa had thrown that from his mind, but the memories came back full force. He reaches out desperately to take her free hand, begging her to understand him. “Risa. I didn’t want to say all those things, but they made me. Told me they’d blow you all to pieces if I didn’t support unwinding. I didn’t want to, not at all, but they said they’d kill you. You have to know that it wasn’t my choice.”

Risa just smiles. “I know, Connor. You looked so uncomfortable during all the broadcasts that we suspected something was up. Plus, the last one made it pretty clear that you didn’t believe all that bullshit.”

At last, Connor feels capable of cracking a smile. “Bullshit, huh? And here I thought I was doing a great acting job.”

Risa snorts. “Well, there might not be any Oscars in your future, but that doesn’t mean you’ll live out the rest of your days with only the PC as your company. What do you say we get out of here?”

“I’d like that a lot,” Connor says, voice thick with relief. Then, glancing at Risa– “Do you want me to take the gun? To make it easier to travel?”

Risa gives him a disbelieving glance. “Don’t be ridiculous. The gun stays with me.”

Connor raises his hands in mock surrender. “That is absolutely fine by me.”

“Good,” Risa grins, and they head back out of the twisting corridors. The other unwinds fall in line as they go, hurrying out of the complex.

As they escape out into the bright sunshine, Connor has to ask, “How did you know where to get me? And which room was mine?”

“Funny story,” Risa remarks offhandedly, “As we were breaking in, we met some strange guy named Camus Comprix. He told us where to go.”

“Cam helped you?” Connor asks, flabbergasted.

“Well, he had to be encouraged through threats of violence,” Risa admits, “but honestly, I think he was glad to be rid of you. That’s what he told me, at least. Also, he wanted to keep his kneecaps.”

Connor laughs. “Both of those are great reasons.”

There’s a helicopter waiting for them; Risa and Connor get inside, plus the unwinds who’d come with them. Connor vaguely recognizes the pilot from the Graveyard.

“So,” Connor asks, still unsettled by the realization that he might finally be free, “Where are we going, if not the Graveyard?”

“We’ve got a new place in order,” Risa says. “Don’t worry.”

An unwind by Connor’s shoulder breaks out into barking laughter. “Yeah, she’s whipped us all into shape. Got us out of the Graveyard before the place went nuclear, plus set up the new location. Most organized person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

“That sounds about right,” Connor says, letting out a low whistle. Risa smiles at him when he says it, and Connor can’t help but smile back. He’s out of the clutches of the Proactive Citizenry. His friends are alright. Most importantly, he’s back with Risa. For the first time in a while, it occurs to Connor that he might be on the up and up again. He likes the feeling.

requested by @bopeisdope, i hope you enjoy!!

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marinagail · 2 years ago

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"#who can compare with berlin season 1 and 2" friend you are so right you are so correct for this. like s3+ andres is like ... more relatable i guess or human or whatever but he's not as deeply fucked up and fascinating? like internalized homophobia truly is such a 2004 character trait skcjjsjsfh. dont get me wrong i enjoy him regardless but i dont have the impulse to study him like i do in s1-2, like he truly is such an interesting disaster in a completely different way than "pitiable, empathizable man who denies himself love" (which is poignant, but not as compelling as "what the fuck is wrong with this person is he even human what the fuck")

Glad I found my mutual on this matter. I don't know whether it is an unpopular opinion to like Andres more in s1 and 2 because everyone seems to like Berlin more in season 3-5. it's not wrong to like Berlin on those seasons. I like him too on some level. But NOTHING compare to the feeling you get while watching Season 1&2 Berlin. Do I hate him? Do I tolerate him? Do I agree with him? Do I disagree with him? Should I feel bad for him? Or did he deserve that punishment? Whats with him and the fishes he keep staring at? Lol. That questions and debate you had on your mind regarding this character and the decisions He's making.

When you say he's such an interesting disaster I agree. There's so many layers and shades.

Berlin season 1 and 2 is such a character study, what could be more vexing and vainglorious than berlin s1 and 2?

From the way I study him, he is known to be insufferable spiteful, with the expertise in creating a horror vibe in every situations along with his irritating smirk.

He made it easy for people to hate him with his cleverness in knacking the sweet, pitiful, guilt tripping, intimidating interaction, while throwing dry jokes that anybody who listen to will have to forced to laugh because they can't stand hearing him talking.

He's the type of Leader who possessed an abusive, greedy, and manipulative attitude, crafted with self indulgent, liberal, and suave persona.

He's also a sadist who possessed a phobia of stereotyped, hence he appeared noble, eminent and salient. (Remember the scene where he asked everybody to hold hands together to pray?) Lol the funny thing is that Nairobi and the other teams hold hands together getting ready to pray along.

It also explain alot about how he cares so much about his persona, and his reputation. He had to look perfect.

And Its even more shocking how Professor would put a dying man, a man like Berlin, in charge of the biggest heist He's been planning for years. And the punishment he gave to Berlin is so severe and damaging. That's cruel and heartless but at the same time the trust between those two is wonderful which you can see it throughout the season 1 and 2. I have to say the relationship and the dynamic between Professor and Berlin in s1&2 is very mature, dark and deep and satisfying to watch. That's the vibe i'm getting at while watching them.

His affection and love for Sergio is on another dimension. He's so soft and so careful when it comes to Sergio, even when he conversed with him. Their relationship, you can't help but feel it's a bit weird. Especially in season 1 and 2. He didn't treat Sergio the way he treated his other teammates, even from the start. He treated him with respect, affection, adoration, admiration, carefulness, almost as if he was surrendered to him body and soul. I don't know if I'm exaggerating here, but that's what I felt when I watch them in S1&2 even when I found out that they somehow related.

But there's also an underlaying sadness and pain and mystery. He's such a sad story but we can't mourn for him, or pity him. Like what did Andres do in the past? why was he alone when he was sick and only had 3 months more to live? And the fact that he just got out of the jail? That kind of tragic story. (Season 5 ruined the authenticity of the mystery behind the story of why and how he got arrested, instead we got Berlin arrested for vandalism?? Seriously?? The cringe story of his son stealing his wife lol, don't get me started)

Damn, so many layers to unfold. So many shades to be seen. where you can explore more about his characteristic. S1 & 2 Berlin gave us the vibe of horror, tragedy, mystery, pain and pleasure, malicious, and tenderness.

And yet, all we get from S3-5 is Andres being dolly, getting married, stabbing a guy with a fork, and worse, the unwanted by the whole audience of the appearance of his son. Out of nowhere. Worst when he did robbery with his son and his wife lol. Who the hell he think he is? Romeo and Juliet? Bonnie and Clyde? Season 1 Berlin would never do that. Instead he'd lie to his women about the blood on his sleeves and the bruised on his lips and never got them involved in any business matter. I think he'd murder them or manipulate them like he did to Adriadna.

And it seems to me he made more enemies than friends, he never listened to any advice, and when he did make friends, they're all so fake. How do I know this? Or think that this is what's happening?

I think if you see it from season 3+ it shows on his affection towards Martin which he called "best friend/soulmate". Perhaps the only thing I like about season 3+ Andres is his personal relationship with Martin and Sergio. How come people like sergio and Martin are the only two that can tolerate him somehow lol. What kind of forbearance, endurance, and tolerance that these two have? Lol. Even when there are some parts that I don't like too but without that plot he's not that interesting.

Martin is that one true friend that cared for him, you wouldn't call someone soulmate if that's not what's happening. Since I think all his friends which he talked about in season 1&2 (I think it was the scene when he seek out Denver for confrontation, while he was talking to Nairobi about how his friends will watch the horrible news about him on tv) didn't really care about him.

I think they all secretly hate him and want to see him go down, that's somehow tragic and pathetic at the same time, very fitting for Berlin's characteristic, leading him to his downfall. Wish they explore about it more, instead what we see is that all of them are sitting down comfortably, loving him, admiring him, with andres walking around looking pitiful wearing his silk robe. (Idk, every scene of him in season 5 is just very off)

Season 3+ story is also not completed, like the reason why Andres chose Sergio. His incapability to give love back to his best friend, I think the reason because he always ruin everything he touches, he didn't want to ruin that one too. And don't get me started on Sergio and Raquel on season 3+. It's just.. Very no no for me. I'm sorry serquel.

And don't forget, his relationship with Sergio. I almost laugh, lol.. Because every season seems like it tales different story about these two.

It never explained clearly and well how the two met. Or how they ended up together. And strange that Andres never said to anybody, or never had a talk to anybody regarding his brotherhood with Sergio. Only calling him Hermanito. I don't think Andres ever mentioned about it, not even to his own son. It's unclear whether they're brothers for real, or Andres was adopted. In s5 Andres mentioned that they ever lived in the same house together when Sergio saw his father died. And that's it. No more explanation besides that.

Sorry this rant too long. I just had so much in mind and so many things to talk about regarding this matter. Glad you asked friend!🙏🏻 I hope it's not too confusing 🤭

#la casa de papel #lcdp #andres de fonollosa #lcdp berlin #Sergio marquina #martin berrote #lcdp ask #sorry it got too long #but I had to say it #I have an expectation for Berlin spinoff #but from the trailer itself #idk #I wish they would go with much darker berlin in the past #because his character CAN be interesting #professor #Berlin #berlin spin off #character study

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elmaxlys · 2 years ago

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Since I don’t know much about it, how about Tokyo Ghoul for the fandom part of the ask game?

Ohoo :3 many thanks!

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character:

Donato Porpora (as if there's anyone who doesn't know that by now..)

He is soo!! He's sadistic bastard yet still a loving dad, he's the most powerful non kakuja ghoul around, he is so so extremely smart, he's in jail and holding the very people that hold him captive by the balls and still avoided being executed even after 15 years. He is Everything, I love him sooo much and he is My Dad.

Least Favorite character:

I used to have this group of characters I disliked that I called the T Gang and they were Torso, Tsuneyoshi, Tokage and Touka but I actually love the first 3 and og Touka (still hate her :re self), so that's no longer applicable lmao. If I have to choose, it's probably between King and :re Touka.

King is one Kaneki's alters, from about the middle of :re on. He is one insufferable, self righteous, hypocritical, egoistic bastard that no longer serves any purpose in the plot apart from. you know. being there. He's an asshole to his people and even more to his friends. He looks at the horrors and says "I have the power to stop them but eeeeh why should I. Let's stop the only person who's trying, instead!" I hate him as a person and as a character.

As for Touka, I still like her in og, she's amazing, she's driven and she's strong with a strong character with a dream and a goal. And in :re?? She's reduced to Sad Housewife- oh wait no look she switched to Abusive Housewife- oh wait look she switched to Sexual Harasser But Makes It ~Sexy~ Housewife- oh look at that she's being written out of the story after she got married and knocked out. Damn who could have predicted that.

In Touka's case, it's mostly a case of Writers Hate Women, though, so I'll say King is my ultimate least favorite.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Utaren (Uta/Yomo Renji) - my all time OTQP

Matsurie (Washuu Matsuri/Urie Kuki) - I love you power imbalance, I love you D/S relationships, I love you one-sided love, I love you willfully becoming another man's dog, I love you closeted flamboyant men of high social status with a hidden identity that could be made disappeared by their own family in the event of disappointment

Shuuneki (Tsukiyama Shuu/Kaneki Ken) - I ship it exclusively if it's og Kaneki (either Kuroneki or Shironeki). Shuu deserves better than :re Kaneki.

Nishikimi (Nishio Nishiki/Nishino Kimi) - the only canon pairing that matters

Amoneki/Amonhaise (Amon Koutarou/Kaneki Ken or Sasaki Haise) - platonic/soft-romo

Bonus: Maruchika (Marude Itsuki/Washuu Yoshitoki) - lowkey but painfully

I'll take this occasion to show one of my favorite Shuuneki illustration

Character I find most attractive:

In very different categories, I'll mention 2: Yoshitoki (very dad-like charm) and Tsukiyama Shuu (World's Prettiest Boy)

Character I would marry:

Shuu, pretty, rich and very kind what more could you want? I'd let him eat me any day

Character I would be best friends with:

One I would want to be bffs with is Amon Koutarou, one I would actually get along with would be Hori Chie lmao. I wanted to say Saiko but that could only work as online friends I think.

A random thought:

I don't like the revisionist history that Shuu always had teal hair and that the purple was an anime invention. The below illustration is from 2013, so before the anime. Ishida drew him with purple hair on more than one occasion, another one being the Past novel cover.

An unpopular opinion:

Donato should have been the One-Eyed King and Kanou did more for society than Kaneki ever will

My Canon OTP:

That'd be Nishikimi. They're so Ride or Die hhhhhh 💕

My Non-canon OTP:

OTQP but Utaren (tho the "non-canon" aspect is debatable in the QP department) I wanted to find a 2nd choice, so i'd have an actual romantic ship but none of my ships is romantic??? I'd consider none of them to be OTP. Only Utaren qualifies, so Utaren it is.

Most Badass Character:

Donato

Honorable mention to Tatara, Uta and Kurona (and half the cast *ahem*)

Most Epic Villain:

MY BABY MY DARLING MY SWEETIE SOUTA/FURUTA NIMURA/WASHUU KICHIMURA/MR. PG/WHATEVER ELSE HE GOES BY!!!!!!!

He is so good!! he is such a good character, such a good villain! he is so smart so destructive so depressed so suicidal so ruthless so manipulative he is everything one could wish for in a villain and antagonist AND he moves the plot more than the supposed protagonist like. So so epic!!

He's the best.

Pairing I am not a fan of:

so so many lmfao I'll mention T*uken tho and, hilariously enough (given the history of the fandom), H*dek*ne

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Touka, oh my fucking god. I mentioned why in the "least favorite character" bit but jfc.. jfc...

(also Amon in :re)

Favourite Friendship:

Uta and Renji win.

But because that's not fair given they're also my OTP, I'll also mention the 4th ward gang (Uta, Yomo Renji, Itori), Shuu and Hori Chie, Urie and Saiko, and one purely from my brain, Saiko and Amon Koutarou

Character I most identify with:

Picture a mix of Urie Kuki and Yonebayashi Saiko

Character I wish I could be:

Haisaki 🥰

(oh to be brutally killed by Donato...)

(but for real, everyone's life sucks major time in TG so no thanks. i want Uta's gender tho.)

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#thank you <3 #tokyo ghoul #i don't feel like cropping so #long post

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s-aint · 1 year ago

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blah blah bloop. formerly found at @ascnsion. this blog features bullseye from marvel 616 and the mcu with a heavy preference given to his comic depiction.

note: his comic and cinematic depictions are not meshed together. the two are extremely different from each other, yet each holds their own charm. comic bullseye will always be referred to as bullseye as his true birthname is up to debate though some may call him lester. his show counterpart will be referred to as benjamin poindexter or dex with the bullseye alias.

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔬 — 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 — 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰 — 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔰𝔢𝔶𝔢 — 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

do not reblog memes and images from me unless you are tagged in the post. reblog memes from the source. this is so easy to do, and it pisses me off when people don't do it. do not steal my edits or my headcanons.

i do not tag triggers. none at all. i do not post images with nudity. if i see you post nsfw images which are not tagged, i will not follow you. there will be gore, violence, murder, bullseye's fucked up family history. you curate the content you want to see. this is your warning.

i will not follow those who post an excessive amount of ooc posts. activity updates are fine as are discussions about comics and media. some people post super personal and weird ooc posts to excess. personal blogs and other social media sites exist for a reason.

maybe i come off as a dick, but i am nice, approachable, and even goofy. i am very particular about writing just because i've been roleplaying for so long.

plotting is the way to go. sending memes back and forth can be casual, but threads need plotting. too many one-liner starters and go with the flow threads end up being dropped.

there is no need to force something. you don't need to try to write with me if you aren't feeling up to it which means stop picking up and dropping threads like they're turds rolled with money. if a thread isn't cutting it you, let me know pleeeease. we can just think of something else or put a pause on writing.

crossovers are my jam. i am more likely to engage with those whose fandoms i am familiar with. i also don't limit myself to related fandoms. thinking outside the box is superb. give me weird crossovers.

for those who aren't that familiar with bullseye or have only viewed him through frosted glass, let me tell you — he's a nutcase. psychopathic, sadistic, a little masochistic, misogynistic. bullseye is definitely more off the rails than dex, but they're both not right. whatever soft qualities dex has, it's covered in a blanket of creepiness and dogshit.

i am well over 20. painfully nearing my thirties. i like turtles.

#\ \ \ 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔰. ooc

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erabundus · 2 years ago

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@momijiba &&. said... kazuha grabs ren's hand and kisses the familiar promise ring "if people think they can hit on you, ill have them punished with a hot iron rod" he sticks out his tongue and licks between ren's index and middle finger making a certain motion. hooded crimson eyes that are burning stare at ren's pretty indigo's ones. "you belong to me as i belong to you"

it's not uncommon for people to express INTEREST in him. ren is well aware what appeal his appearance holds — in mortal eyes, who are oft quick to draw themselves to such ethereal visage like moths to the flame. ( without an inkling of danger in their one-track minds. ) the balladeer hadn't been afraid to use it to his advantage whenever it suited him; exchanging a few honeyed words and saccharine smiles for information, compliance and pleasure. the contrast between his face and what malice festered within was always a matter of some AMUSEMENT — yet another way for kunikuzushi to display his superiority over the humans who saw only beauty. he took no pride in his appearance, but he still ( selfishly, sadistically ) delighted in what havoc it could bring nonetheless.

the wanderer is not nearly so receptive to such flirtations. at first it had simply been due to his fiercely solitary nature. he wasn't interested; he disliked the attention because it directly impeded his efforts to be left alone. ( still reeling and raw from the agony of everything he had experienced. ) these days, ren has an entirely DIFFERENT reason for spurning their affections.

he knows kazuha has a bit of a JEALOUS streak, but it's never been a turn off for him before. on the contrary, the wanderer delights in it more than he probably should. there has always been a desire inside of him — a yearning to be wanted, not unlike that desperate need for a PURPOSE that has haunted him just as fiercely. the little flickers of possessiveness that swirl about the ronin's gaze like cinders from a fire only serve to spark something within ren in turn. he's well aware of his eyes on him as he turns away the latest in a long ( long ) line of not so secret admirers — some soft spoken girl adorned in the adventurer's guild uniform. he gives a curt refusal for a number of reasons, but makes no moves to acknowledge the interaction after the fact. however, there is a sort of deliberateness to the way that he begins to wander the moment she leaves — footsteps tracing the path to somewhere conveniently secluded.

... when kazuha's hand suddenly curls around his own, he's more than satisfied to see the human has taken the bait.

what he isn't expecting is the sheer obscenity of the display that follows. ren's expression remains impassive — yet there is clear interest in how he follows the deliberate trace of kazuha's tongue. ❝ will you now ... ❞ the wanderer murmurs. for a moment, he debates how he wishes to proceed. whether he wants to encourage the ronin's behavior even further, or deescalate matters. the declaration that comes swiftly after makes the CHOICE for him, accompanied by a sharp inhale ��and the darkening of color upon his cheeks.

you belong to me. does he have any idea what those words do to him? ren reaches out, free hand curling around kazuha's hip. he pulls him closer, fingers tracing the lotus petal he knows lies beneath the layers of fabric. as i belong to you. he wants him. the wanderer thinks he could hear the admittance a thousand times, and it would never fail to make his head spin. there's a hunger swimming in indigo gaze that seems to grow all the more ravenous with each passing second. lips part as though he wishes to speak — but there are no words to describe the INTENSITY of this feeling, and any efforts to try would surely embarrass him. instead, ren can only think to fall back into old habits; relying on action. he leans forward, capturing the ronin's lips in a kiss that feels surprisingly CLUMSY by his usual standards. he isn't sure how else to express himself — isn't sure how else to convey just how deeply kazuha has rooted himself in his thoughts, life, being, everything. there's no need to fear. how could he ever have eyes for anyone else? kazuha is the only one who could aspire to have such a hold over him. he loves him. he loves him. he loves him.

when he pulls away, it's with shaky little breaths — as if he needs air just as much as the human. say it again, ren's ( feverish ) gaze seems to plead. give me more. want me more. his words tell a slightly different story. ❝ prove it. ❞ the wanderer mutters, words bleeding into a growl. ❝ why don't you prove it and make me yours? ❞

#momijiba #suggestive tw #( read more for length but also ren being weird crimes )#( kazu u cannot say that to him he WILL become soup )

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drippingheart · 9 months ago

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Guilt and shame were terrible things; terrible things to experience and even more heinous because such polluted emotions fed into vicious cycle. Depression fed by tragic circumstances — shame for feeling like he was drowning when it was quite readily obvious that there were other options. Was Gojō Satoru's @limitlessscion simply looking at the matter as being half full with those bright eyes? They were alive after all. A child died, and the sadist who killed her was dead as well; her death avenged. Yes, a friend of theirs died in the line of fire, but sorcerers were meant to die fighting the endless waves of curses, weren't they.

Now Getō Suguru hated himself even more for not being able to see things so wonderfully as Satoru did . . and for momentarily discarded Haibara Yuu's death, though it lasted but a second. Suguru could feed into his mania, and he was very much tempted to, or he could suck it up as Satoru did and the countless of sorcerers before them. THIS was his life — to suffer. Deal with it. Suguru slammed his forehead against the stall of the toilet, pulled himself away, even slapped himself in the face ( hard ), and returned to join Satoru.

All the while, he was conscious of the looks people gave them. It was human nature to be nosy especially in a city which harbored a tremendous amount of celebrities. He nearly debated purchasing a simple, yen-priced face mask from a vending machine, only it wasn't the lower half of Suguru's face which was the problem. Eye bags big enough to act as a vehicle's air bags, and an idol-like teenager far above average height drew so many god damned eyes. Very sob-consciously, the onyx haired teenager prodded the dark bags every few seconds with gaze more drawn towards his old shoes and the cracks in the pavement

He gave the responses Satoru desired; polite nods and soft mms to appease his friend very much like placing a standard bandage across the ruptured glass. Suguru nearly bumped into Satoru once and nearly thrice against other people. He decided to pick his head up, yet focusing on people's faces . . these humans proved an agitating effort. He felt it there, a brief thrum of hatred. He remembered when girls would readily albeit shyly approach him, asking him if he was an actor, asking to exchange contact information. Now Suguru looked more like the curses he hunted and consumed. Another mmm as he looked the bright menu above the counter and not at Satoru's face.

── ❛ Knowing you, all you have to do is ask, and they're run to the nearest grocery store to buy a container for you. ❜

The playful banter the two teenagers shared between them was long gone, yet his tone was not laced with any sort of venom. Like his appearance, his voice came out plain and lacking of life. Again, he felt guilty for grieving and showing it so plainly. Sorcerers and men were supposed to be stronger, right? Sugilite orbs slid to the corners of sockets to glance at his friend, but no further attempts were made to brighten his expression.

── ❛ We can go somewhere else afterwards for ice-cream if you want. ❜

Suguru did not wait for a response, instead tucked his broad shoulders in to make himself look smaller as he took periodic residency in the table farthest from the door and all the yammering people. The staff was almost entirely composed of college aged girls, dressed prim and proper, and offering sugary sweet smiles with their greetings. Eyes were on Satoru's body while the attempts to avoid Suguru were evident. The teenager tucked his onyx bangs behind the smooth curvature of his ear as he thumbed through the laminated menu.

Suguru left before Satoru had a chance to get a word in edgeways, the suddenness of it making Satoru wonder once again if he's missing something.

"Oh— okay then. Meet you later." He'd thought Suguru looked a little tired and run down, but not that bad. Left in the silence of his darkened room, Satoru quietly shut the door and began his own morning routine to be presentable. Some half hour later he was in clothes that were only slightly crumpled (for all these years he'd lived away from the comforts of the Gojo household, he'd still not learned the art of folding his own laundry) and his hair somewhat tamed to its usual messy state.

Satoru's breakfast place of choice would have been the bubble waffle and icecream shop on the way to the train station, but for once he decided this was a good opportunity to be considerate and pulled their path slightly off course to a restaurant. His sister Hisako had recently recommended it; it had an extremely impressive breakfast spread of hearty rice and every side dish under the sun.

The walk was more somber than Satoru would like, such journeys once filled with discussions about video games and manga, but he thought about how it's been months since he'd last followed updates for Fullmetal Alchemist and One Piece, his DS in the bottom of a drawer with the battery dead, long forgotten. At some point there was no longer room in his life for those little joys. He made some attempts to converse about neutral topics, like their academic schoolwork that was ever lagging behind, until finally they arrived.

"Hmmm, probably too much to hope for a place like this to have icecream, huh?" He asked his friend with a sly grin as they entered the establishment.

#𝟬𝟖 maximum uzumaki .#limitlessscion

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nightlovers-stuff · 3 years ago

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Hey, if the ask box is open, can I have Ruki's ideal type?

Of course, sweetheart!♡

As a ruki simp, I'm pretty excited for this one!!!!

Thanks for your request!

And sorry for taking too long to answer!

Ruki's Ideal Type

Loyal

I always point out loyalty because it's essential in a relationship with anyone, also bc all the diaboys are possessive and have some trust issues

Ruki is no different. If anything, he's even worse. He has several trust issues due to his mother's abandonment, and he doesn't trust any woman. To win his heart, she must be devoted and loyal to him.

Honest

Ruki can read people like a book most of the time, so trying to deceive or hide anything from him would be pointless and could also end up in punishment.

One of the reasons he likes honesty is because it makes it easier for him to pamper his lover. On Ruki's Eternal Blood CD, he tells Yui:

“If you won’t be honest with me about what you want, I won’t be able to give you anything.” (cr: @dialovers-translations )

Submissive

We all know that Ruki calls Yui livestock and refers to himself and her master.

He'd never be in a relationship with someone who wants to be In control. He enjoys when his lover shows their vulnerable side to him.

Obedient

Ruki prefers when his prey is obedient and meek, but that doesn't mean that he'd like them agreeing with every little thing he says.

He's also a brat tamer, he'll make sure they submit themself in the most painful ways. Being a brat with Ruki wouldn't end up well...

Masochist

He's pretty sadistic and on his more blood route, it gets pretty clear. Ruki uses the carrot-stick method when disciplining his prey, which basically means that he'll punish or reward them based on their obedience and behavior.

Though he's always searching for mistakes in order to punish them, he also knows how to reward his lover. Whether is spending time with them, being more affective, cooking a delightful meal and even praise them.

he'll make sure to spoil his s/o once in a while (I personally think that he does that more frequently on some drama CDS or heavens)

Humble

He hates aristocrats and arrogant people (even though he's himself sometimes...)

Yui is pretty humble, so this is one of the traits that makes her so special to the boys. Being arrogant about any of them, especially with Ruki, would end up bad.

Smart

Ruki would like to have a smart partner. Not the arrogant type, though. He likes the idea of being able to have deep conversations with his lover, much better if they are philosophical debates.

He'd also like a bookworm type. We all know how Ruki's always reading, so he'd be the type of boyfriend that reminds all of his lover's preferences, so he would recommend them authors and books that he thinks that would suit their likings.

Neat/clean

Like Reiji, he likes his house clean and organized and enjoys doing housework; he finds their activities enjoyable. I'm pretty sure he spends his days doing housework and reading.

He'll appreciate if they help him with the house chores

Well mannered

Ruki used to be an aristocrat. He had the best education and learned etiquette really early. Even after losing his good life, he kept all his good manners, and taught his brothers them and he's pretty strict with them about it.

If his lover doesn't have good manners, hell teach them like a little kid (he's not a soft teacher though LOL). Just like Reiji, he'll be pretty strict with them, have in mind that Ruki doesn't tolerate sloppiness.

Caring

Now, this is a kind of contradictory.

Ruki would like a caring lover, but not a mother figure. His mother abandoned him, so having a motherly type of partner wouldn't please him at all

In more blood, when Yui starts to worry about Ruki, he gets pretty mad, because he thinks that she pitying him. But as their relationship develops, he finally understands that's just her caring nature.

He wants a relationship where they can rely on each other

Looks

Ruki stated himself that he doesn't care about looks and prefers their personality and what's on the inside

proeminent collarbones

I think he'd like an inverted triangle type of body, mainly because he likes shoulders (it's his favorite place to bite)

He doesn't care about the size of boobs or rear, as long as they look proportionate with your body

Smaller than him

Long slender legs

Medium hair

likes dark eyes and dark hair

likes natural makeup, but appreciate a darker color of lipstick

Likes modest clothes, but wouldn't mind if his lover wore something more revealing for him

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goldazu · 3 years ago

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RP Interactions and Expectations

In light of the recent discussions I’ve seen on my dash today, I’d just like to say, as someone who runs an active canon RP blog in the DL community ( @ruki--mukami ), there are many factors I consider when formulating a response and considering the overall plot in general with my many RP partners. As a precursor, I’d also like to mention I consider roleplaying as the primary focus of my blog first and foremost.

Admittedly, I’m not the best at coming up with a coherent story, but rather I consider my strongest suits my canon portrayal, character development, and writing style itself. However, as far as conflicts go, there is this tendency of mine to rely on a common challenge across all interactions: the conflict is Ruki himself. You know how stories often have several conflict archetypes (i.e., man vs self, man vs man, man vs nature, etc.)? 99% of the time, the RP interactions contain man vs man, or as I’d like to call, OC vs DL boy lmao.

Most OC’s who interact with my Ruki in particular are bound to experience emotional and physical turmoil, even straight up torture in some cases, very early on. Hell, I’ve had interactions in which he would resort to biting as early as the first or second reply, and then proceeds to walk it off like nothing happened. That’s because he’s a Vampire. This is how I expect any Vampire to act, not just Ruki. I pride myself on staying in character from start to finish.

With that said, my biggest reason for making him act the way he does is because personally, I love love LOVE writing developments in which Ruki starts off as a cold, sadistic Vampire, who eventually learns to find the beauty in the OC with whom he’s interacting and potentially develop some romance there.

So, cutting to the chase... Why am I going on a tangent about this?

Well, I just want everyone who encounters my blog to know that I am willing to write just about anything as far as Ruki’s character is concerned. I love showing off ALL SIDES of his character, not just his sadistic or fluffy side. Call me a Ruki fanatic but literally every side of his is enjoyable to me. From his sadism, his snark, his sarcasm, his wit, his soft side, his role as a brother, his role as a lover, his role as a father even.

For me, roleplay interactions are a two-way street. You want a fluffier, less violent plot with Ruki? Let me know and we can discuss the direction our interaction should unfold. You want him to go all out, no inhibitions, acting as sadistic as can be? I can do that too. In fact, I already have, and I will continue to do so. Please, don’t be shy or feel like you should be ashamed for wanting certain outcomes for your character. In fact, I highly encourage it. The purpose of my blog is to not only explore my own crazy Ruki fantasies, but also provide an enjoyable experience for my RP partners as well.

It’s simply not enjoyable for me to write Ruki completely killing your OC if that’s not what you want at all. Let it be known that, despite writing him and his violent tendencies, I will never allow him to kill anyone. The only people he has killed are anons, and that’s because there is no personal OC attached. Call me crazy but the anon deaths are kind of a meme at this point on my blog. That same anon can “respawn” in theory and continue to ask him questions. In other words, it’s all in good fun, and anons make for the perfect writing practice for me to have Ruki go all out with his sadism without hurting anyone personally.

From my perspective as a writer, you will grow by writing all kinds of scenes, which is one of the main goals of my blog. I want to become a stronger writer. I want to develop a nuanced style that paints the perfect imagery in your head whilst capturing Ruki’s character with the utmost accuracy. I want to be able to place him in ANY SITUATION and still make it sound believable for him.

Now, it’s debatable on a case-by-case basis what one would deem as “believable” for Ruki Mukami.

Let’s be real here. I’ve roleplayed in a lot of scenarios in which, realistically speaking, Ruki would either NOT CARE AT ALL about the situation at hand or just completely END the person bothering him. However, it’s not a very exciting answer if I just make him uninterested, now is it? That’s another joy I find with this blog, which takes me to my next point.

In every OC, there is something beautiful to be found. A treasure to be cherished. A diamond in the rough.

Taking that into consideration, I turn my own personal love for people’s OC’s and channel it as a reason for Ruki to keep them alive despite all the punishment, despite all the imprisonment, and despite all the downright torture. But I promise you, he will grow soft in due course. It just takes a slow burn, snail pace type of development to get to that level with him, and as writers I’m willing to work with you to get there. It’s my aspiration to see beautiful stories blossom on my blog.

Long story short, with each and every reply I consider these factors:

My own personal enjoyment.

My RP partner’s enjoyment.

The plot development (is there a setting, conflict, resolution, etc.?)

The character development (how will our muses change after this?)

The application and use of new literacy devices, vocabulary, syntax, semantics, metaphor, imagery, etc. that encourages all of us to do better.

The repetition (has this been repeated before? how can I make this different from my other interactions to keep things interesting for me?)

So, as much as I would love to write Ruki as the sadistic monster he is, more often than not that route just simply isn’t going to develop into anything fruitful for any of the parties involved. I might not be a great storywriter, but even I can tell this much. I’m fairly certain many OC creators in this community can agree with the statement that they’d prefer not to have Ruki kill them off without a second thought. Yes, he’ll come pretty damn close to doing so, but I wish to allow my RP partners a chance to react to everything that is happening to their OC. As a canon, I realize the power dynamic is different from that of OC + OC interactions, since typically the DL boys themselves are the villains.

Personally, as the person behind Ruki, my greatest enjoyment derives from writing him brutally sadistic early on and then slowly transitioning to an almost redeemable character who learns how to love despite his vampirism. It’s why I make him violent—because there is no greater satisfaction for me than to see this cold, evil Vampire melt into a warm and loving person. The more sadistic he is, the more satisfying it is because the OC or his lover in question has finally broken past his walls that he spent literal decades erecting around his ice heart.

TL;DR: PLEASE DON’T BE ASHAMED OF YOUR TASTES AND EXPECTATIONS FOR OUR PLOT. I’M LITERALLY DOWN TO WRITE ANY FLAVOR OF RUKI YOU WANT AS LONG AS IT’S REASONABLE WITHIN THE SCOPE OF HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #tw #tw: fandom drama

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mellowyandere · 4 years ago

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One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 1

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Summary: Shouta loves a good game of cat and mouse, unfortunately for you the game’s a little rigged. This is somewhat of an experiment to try and write a smut scene from the male POV. Disclaimer I am not a man so uh yeah lmao.

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect.

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He did his best to adhere to logic, and to never waste time with unnecessary action. And yet despite this, he absolutely loved watching you try to escape. You were pretty clever, even without him “accidentally” forgetting to lock the second story window that just so happened to be above some forgivingly soft shrubbery.

You probably would have figured some way out on your own, but something feral inside him didn’t want to wait around for you to act. Normally it was his ever-loud husband Hizashi that fell flat when it came to the notion of patience, but today he would relent to his own selfish desires.

Toshinori would have been utterly distressed had he been aware of the sleepy pros scheme. The number one was a man of swift action, seemingly never thinking twice before charging fist first into danger. He would not be happy Shouta was playing with you like this, but Toshinori and Hizashi wouldn’t be made aware of his little game with you. After all they had no idea he set this up, so they might genuinely try to punish you. He’d keep it quiet once he caught you and pretend it’s your little secret. Maybe you’d even be a little grateful if you believed he was saving your skin.

He rationalized his behavior by telling himself you seemed so bored, truly this was the perfect way to stimulate your mind and body. So when he heard the telltale sound of a body landing in bushes on the back side of the house he simply started a timer for 20 minutes to give you a bit of a head start.

Was it cruel to get your hopes up like this? Perhaps, but he’d make sure to fuck you senseless to alleviate the disappointment. After all, if you were a good girl you’d have settled into your life with them already. But you really did enjoy testing them, which brought out the side of him that wanted to put you in your place.

Giving himself a once over he made sure he had everything he would need for your inevitable return home. Well, now that you were basically quirkiness, all he needed was his capture weapon just in case you put up a struggle. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to fuck you when he caught you, or if he was going to haul your cute ass home first.

Thinking about plowing into you with adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the hunt had some blood rushing below his belt. Well he could always just do both.

The shrill ringing of his phones alarm brought him back from his wandering thoughts. With a sadistic grin stretching wide across his face he headed for the front door.

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Three weeks. Three fucking weeks trapped inside that house with three insane men. Sure they might not beat you or starve you, but the constant belittling, undermining and infantilizing was about to drive you to insanity yourself. You almost jumped for joy when you noticed an unlocked window on the second floor in Hizashi’s and Shouta’s room. The blond man had a bad habit of using too much cologne, and his dark-haired counterpart was always having to air out the room when the radio star went overboard.

Eraserhead was normally very diligent about ensuring the window was sealed tight, but last night Toshinori had come home in a flurry of smoke and blood, sending his blond junior into hysterics. It was nothing serious, unfortunately, but Shouta had been the one to calm Hizashi and tend to the number ones injuries. Amidst all the ruckus he had left the window unlocked.

You knew Shouta would soon realize his mistake and lock the window down tight, leaving you with a small time frame to enact your grand escape. It wasn't ideal, but the best you had been able to do was wait for both blonds to leave, trapping you in the house with Shouta. Normally he let you be during the day, opting to nap and grade what appeared to be homework. Hopefully today would seem like just another day, and he wouldn’t think to check on you until dinner approached.

You found yourself perched on the window sill, ready to take flight. All you had were the clothes on your back, not wanting to make any suspicious noises that would tip you off. On the count of three you braced yourself and pushed off from the ledge, landing on the bushes below with a thud.

Fuck, that was a bit louder than you had anticipated. Ignoring your growing anxiety, you made quick work of escaping the clutches of the now flattened bush and took off into the woods on the back half of the house.

Your heart was hammering like mad in your chest as you sprinted as fast as you could. It was hardly fair that it was your first time outside in three weeks and you couldn’t even slow down to take it all in. Thankfully it was spring, meaning you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold. All you needed to do was find someone to get this stupid quirk canceling collar off and then you could safely recede into the background, making sure the three pros never found you again.

Easier said than done when one of those pros was All Might, and the other two were just as formidable, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try. You did your best to not leave a trail behind, but knew once Shouta figured out you were gone he’d have no trouble tracing your tracks. It was the unfortunately shitty reality you were dealing with.

Were you really going to be able to escape? Even now as you ran as fast as you could it felt like a fruitless endeavor. There were too many variables that had to line up perfectly in order for you to pull this off, and as you ran directionless through the woods no viable solutions were coming to you. Hell, even now your lungs were burning from exertion, legs begging you to stop.

But if there was one thing that you were it was stubborn. Stubborn to a fault sometimes, and so you pushed onwards. After what felt like an eternity of non-stop running you slowed to a walk. The forest seemed never ending, taunting you with its sprawling army of trees and shrubbery. You decided to be more mindful of the tracks you were leaving, veering off course in a way that would hopefully go undetected.

Now no longer running you simply kept your steps quiet and ears alert in case Shouta had already discovered your absence. He was good at his work, but even he had limitations.

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Shouta had to give credit where credit was due, you were better at this than he thought you’d be. If you were his student he’d be proud, but you were his prey so he was a bit annoyed. At first your tracks had been sloppy, easy to follow and incredibly straight forward. At some point though you had changed your approach, footsteps almost vanishing as you adopted a new tactic.

He found himself crouching low, inspecting leaves to see which you had accidentally broken. There were no more snapped limbs as you carefully maneuvered through the woods. If he wasn’t a pro at hunting people down you probably would have been able to evade him, but this was his livelihood.

Ever so carefully he followed your almost invisible trail. He had you beat in endurance so you’d have to settle somewhere eventually, and without food and water you were at a distinct disadvantage. Everything was lining up in his favor as he intended, even if you were making this a little harder than expected.

The anticipation of catching a glimpse of you, of watching you realize he was there and taking off, made his heart beat faster. The longer you evaded him, the more time he had to come up with a fun punishment for you.

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The sun had been directly overhead at the beginning of your escape, and was now kissing the horizon. Oranges and reds were thrown about the woods as the creatures of the night began to wake from their slumber. You listened to see if you could hear the chirping of frogs to find a water source but no luck.

There was no doubt in your mind that Shouta was 110% aware of your absence by now and was probably hot on your trail. You were zigzagging a bit, trying your best to not disturb the forest floor while making it harder to track you. Dammit this was the fucking worst, it had to have been at least 6 hours in these woods, and without any food or water you were famished.

And yet despite wandering about for 6 fucking hours you had yet to see anything besides the woods. Maybe you should just give up, sit down and accept defeat and whatever punishment you had awaiting you. You couldn’t help but shiver a bit at the fear of what that would entail.

As dusk quickly turned dark you debated on whether or not you were going to rest for the night. Visibility would be lower, giving you a slight edge, but Eraserhead was a night owl meaning you were entering his domain of peak performance. There was also no guessing if he was the only one looking for you. All Might could move faster than you could even comprehend and Present Mic was fine-tuned when it came to noise location.

Sighing in annoyance as your wayward thoughts shot holes through your confidence you decided to find somewhere to try and lay down for a bit. If all three were out hunting you down they could take turns and overlap the time so you never got to rest. As busy as they should be with hero work they always seemed to find too much time to hover around you.

Spotting some dense shrubbery, you crossed your fingers that any creepy crawlies would keep to themselves and carefully began to conceal yourself. Perhaps one of them would pass by and you could gain some intel. If you were lucky they’d write this area off after not finding you and search elsewhere.

Settling as comfortably as one could in a bush you closed your eyes and did your best to focus on the sounds around you. The melodic chirping of crickets was the most overwhelming of all the sounds. Skittering of small forest animals echoing around as well. Your mind began to desensitize to those sounds, the lack of adrenaline that pushed you along at the start of all this causing it to dip into unconsciousness.

That was until you heard the distinct snap of a branch. Eyes flying open you were on high alert as you kept still. You tried to hear if there would be any follow up sounds, knowing something of a decent size had to have broken the branch. If it had been a deer they would have simply kept moving, which made you all the more anxious.

“No more tracks kitten, I know you’re here somewhere. This little game dragged on a lot longer than I had anticipated so it seems there won’t be any way to hide this from Zashi and Toshinori.”

You wanted to scream. Even though you had tried your best it simply wasn’t enough against Eraserhead.

“If you come out kitten I’ll give you one last shot to run. Those bushes over there look like a mighty fine hiding spot for someone of your size.” His voice was pointed directly towards you.

FUCK. You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not at this point but he knew you were here, might as well come out with some dignity before he dragged you out kicking and screaming.

The bush rustled loudly as you forced your way out. You were tired, famished and most of all so frustrated you wanted to cry. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he had a condescending smirk plastered to his face.

“There’s my pretty kitty, did you have fun outside?”

Shouta knew just what to say to strike a nerve, but you held your tongue. “One last shot to run. You said so yourself. Ditch the capture weapon and catch me like a man, I mean unless you don’t think you can. I’m already quirkiness which is your gimmick on a regular day, so really you're just beating on someone while they're already down.” You looked up now, glaring at him as his smile grew in amusement.

“I’m going to have to be a lot more physical without it you know, I’ll have no choice but you manhandle you.”

“I’d rather take my chances.” You knew even without his capture weapon you didn’t stand much of a chance of escape. Your only goal now was to try and see how much he was willing to handicap himself.

“Gonna give me a head start or are you going to just run as soon as I do?”

At this Shouta had to keep himself from snarking back at you. He had already given you a head start, but if he told you this was all set up you’d probably lose the will to fight on. “Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to run as far as you can and then I’ll come after you,” he said while pulling out his phone.

“What about Toshinori and Hizashi?”

“At the house. I told them I’d handle this, Toshinori will be coming to get us though once I tell him game over. We’re pretty deep in the woods and I don’t feel like walking back for six hours.”

You nodded at his words. So it was just the two of you then. Your combat skills were nothing to write home about, but maybe if you fought dirty you could gain the upper hand.

“Alright, tell me when.”

“Oh, I already started it. You have 4 minutes and 17 seconds.”

Fucking asshole. You took off sprinting, running as fast as you could, only opting to slow to a jog once you thought you were out of earshot. You wanted him to believe you’d be trying your damndest to put distance between the two of you. But you knew you’d never outrun him. Instead you were going to continue jogging for a bit, counting down the seconds in your head so you didn’t lose track your timer.

Once your remaining time was up you were going to lay low and try to ambush him. He wouldn’t be paying as close attention to your trail since he knew he could easily catch up.

After the remaining 4 minutes had passed you found a decent sized tree to hide behind and worked on slowing down your breathing. It felt like your heart was going to chisel its way straight through your bones, your limbs trembling with anxiety. It wasn’t often you were hunted back when you were an anti-hero. Not many people knew who you were which made it incredibly easy to be looked over.

Scooping up handfuls of dirt you waited. You heard him before you saw him. He wasn’t bothering to take it slow, seemingly eager to get it over with. He ran right past you, noticing you a second too late as dirt and debris were chucked straight into his face.

He yelled out in surprise, hands reaching out to grab you but you jumped out of reach. True to his word his capture weapon was nowhere in sight. Screaming in anger you lunged at him, nails attempting to claw his face but his own larger hands were working on wiping off your dirt assault, effectively blocking you.

He stumbled back a bit, unprepared for your hostility, before steadying himself and turning the tables back on you. In one swift motion his fist collided with your gut, forcing the air from your lungs. Your arms came down to protect where he had hit as you wheezed pathetically. Seconds later his larger frame came crashing into you, easily knocking you to the ground.

You cried out in pain, head hitting the ground a bit too hard as stars danced behind your eyes.

“Not very smart of you Y/N, I mean it beats trying to outrun me, but really? Dirt? It’s like you want me to punish you or something.”

“GET OFF ME!”

Placing a hand on the back of your head he pushed you down while his other arm pulled the lower half of your body flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing up against your ass.

You were a snarling sobbing mess at this point. All your emotions crashing down at once as you thrashed below Shouta.

“Easy now easy, calm down kitten. You did really good, better than I thought you were going to. If you calm down I might be willing to reduce your punishment, but you have to stop throwing a fit first.”

Despite his words Shouta was enjoying almost every second of your thrashing. The only thing he didn’t enjoy was knowing how disappointed you were right now. Anyone would be after coming so far. Now was his chance to make it up to you before giving Toshinori the go ahead.

As your struggles subsided the only movement from your body was from your gentle sobs. Shouta for his part was slowly grinding his hard cock against your ass as he softly shushed you.

“I know you’re disappointed kitten but I’ll make you feel better. If you’re a good girl for me I’ll be willing to look past that little dirt tactic. You’re such a smart girl though, you really did catch me by surprise.”

Leaning down he began to whisper into your ear, removing the hand from your head and bringing it down to your clothed pussy.

“You always were resourceful, it’s one of the things I fell in love with about you. If only you were a hero, but then again if you were I wouldn’t have had the fun of hunting you down.”

You felt your stomach drop at his words. All three of them enjoyed reminiscing about how they first saw you and all their subsequent actions that lead to your imprisonment. The effort they had put into bringing you “home”. It was beyond disturbing.

“Please Shouta, not here. Can we, can we just go home first?”

“Maybe if I had found you 4 hours ago, but right now you’re treading on very thin ice. Be a good girl for me and I’ll make sure Hizashi and Toshinori don’t punish you too harshly when we get back.”

His large hand was pawing at your clothed sex, black hair draping over your own face as his body curled around you. He slowly rutted against you, excited huffs of air ghosting across the side of your face. You could practically feel his heart vibrating against your back he was so worked up.

He gently rubbed his stubble against the side of your face, composure slipping a bit. While Shouta absolutely loved how feisty you could be, nothing compared to when you submitted to him. He craved the feeling of your tired body giving in to his ministrations, but he needed more.

His hand quickly slipped between your pants and underwear, index finger eagerly aiming for your folds. He couldn’t care less that you were sweaty and dirty from the hunt. Right now all he could think about was the softness of your exposed flesh, and much to his delight, the slight wetness to your outer lips.

“Seems like someone likes being caught more than they let on hmm kitten?”

He couldn't help but taunt you a bit, loving the way you sniffled and whimpered beneath him. You knew when to behave yourself, when to be good for him. Arousal was flooding his veins. The way it felt to rub himself against your perfect ass, even through layers of clothes, had his mind blanking out.

Your core was warm, even without him dipping a finger inside. Gently he began to delve deeper, gathering up your arousal to spread around. Your pants were starting to bother him a bit, retracting his hands he made quick work of not only your bottoms, but his as well. You remained still for him, opting to sulk like a child as he prepared to ravish you.

You were too cute like this, and with the lower half of your body on full display he couldn't help but groan in delight. Bringing a hand down he slapped your ass hard, mesmerized by the way your flesh gave way. You yelped in surprise, body rutting forward. His cock twitched as he palmed your sore flesh, cooing softly in apology. You glared back at him, pretty little face set in a pout.

As much as he wanted to slap your ass until you cried for him to stop he restrained himself. Although this was a punishment, he had set you up. He would go easy on you, not forgetting his promise to himself to help you forget the frustration you were feeling right now.

Whenever you got angry you opted to stop talking, instead waiting for a moment of weakness to strike or quietly accept your fate. Judging by your defeated expression he could safely assume the latter

Folding himself over you he brought his hand back down to your pussy, thumb working slow circles on your clit while he middle finger delved deeper. Your entrance was a bit tight, but with gentle persistence he worked his way inside.

Your velvety inner walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t help but rut his aching cock against your bare ass as his mind drifted to the feeling of you clamping down on his arousal instead. Your whines of protest only further spurring on his overwhelming need to be inside you.

Adding a second finger he began to pump into you with a bit more urgency. Your slick was quickly coating his hand as he hit all the spots he knew would work you up to your orgasm. Groaning in delight he brought his lips to your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at your soft flesh.

He loved when he could tell you were getting close. Your warm walls would clamp down on him, breathy mewls and moans escaping your soft lips. You were rocking back into him, uncaring of the fact that you were grinding against him as you chased your release. In these moments you abandoned your resolve to fight against him, and he happily took advantage of that. After all, if your body knew what you wanted, surely your mind would catch up one day.

Your moans were more audible now, hands grasping at the forest floor. Your back was arched into him, desperate to use him. So close, you were so close he knew it, and right before you could finish he pulled his hand away. He laughed as you huffed in frustration.

“Shouta pl-please.” Fuck, he loved it when you begged. It didn’t happen often with how stubborn you were but when it did he knew he had to comply.

Instead of verbally responding he opted to do what he wanted to all night long. Lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance he groaned at the heat radiating off you. Pumping his hand along his length a couple times to lube himself up with your excess fluid he pushed the tip in. You stilled beneath him, and in one swift movement he fully sheathed himself.

His mind went blank as you cried out in pleasure, wet walls convulsing around him as your orgasm tore through you. He held still, opting to gently pet you while cooing softly down at you. Before he met you, even with Hizashi, he had never been very vocal during sex. But now he couldn’t stop himself from babbling a bit, praising you for being such a good girl.

As your body stilled in his arms he continued to plant kisses along your delicate neck. Your soft sniffles made his heart clench a bit, how was it possible for you to be so damn cute?

“Alright kitten now it’s my turn. No pulling anything stupid, I won’t take long.”

This whole hunt had been one giant tease, working him up in a way he normally wouldn’t allow himself. Pulling out he groaned at the feeling of his cock sliding against you. Moving his hands he grabbed your waist, eyes transfixed on where you were joined. Your back was arched as you braced yourself on your elbows, presenting yourself to him.

His mind clouded over, blood opting to drag his attention elsewhere. He began to push back in, desperate to feel you surrounding him. Setting a tempo he pulled about halfway out before slamming back in, loving the way your body moved as you bounced off him.

His hands dug into your supple flesh, possibly leaving bruises. He could feel the oncoming of his own orgasm, the muscles in his lower abdomen pulsating. He was panting, heart racing in his rib cage as his eyes rolled back into his head. He didn’t have the patience to edge himself today, he needed this, needed you.

He loved hearing the way your breath was forced from your lungs when he fully sheathed himself inside you. He knew he was overstimulating you a bit, but the part of him that needed to find his own release didn’t pay that fact much mind. All he could think about was the way it felt to be one with you, lost inside your soft warmth.

After only a couple more minutes of relentlessly pounding into you he couldn’t hold it back any longer. A wave like sensation rushed through his body as his hips stuttered. He folded over you, wrapping his arms around you as he felt his hot cum rush through his cock and fill your body. The emotions rushing through him as he released into you, the woman he loved, were indescribable.

It didn’t take long for his muscles to relax, euphoria swept away by the need to take a nap washing over him. You had long since stopped crying, remaining motionless beneath him. He wondered what was going through your mind as he held you flush against him.

“Sho-Shouta.” So meek, so quiet. His heart fluttered a bit. “Can we go home now... I want to take a shower.”

Chuckling softly he pulled himself out, groaning a bit at the feeling of overstimulation as your warm walls dragged against him. Leaning away he smiled as his cum leaked out your pussy.

“Yes kitten we can go home. I’ll make sure to clean you up.”

You groaned in protest, hating when they insisted on washing you. He knew you liked your privacy but Hizashi and Toshinori were still going to want to punish you. He’d keep close by to keep them from being too harsh.

Pulling up his pants he fished his phone out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the sheer quantity of missed calls from the two aforementioned. Poor little kitten, it didn’t look like you’d be getting off easy.

#tw: noncon #yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere eraserhead #yandere x reader #yandere x you #aizawa x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader

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tsunonotarou · 4 years ago

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AZUL, JADE, FLOYD

— asking them to be your fake boyfriend

summary: Reader rushes to Octavinelle urging to sign a contract with Azul, reader’s wish is to have one of them (Azul, Jade or Floyd) to become their fake boyfriend in order to get rid of a persistent student who kept bothering them.

: gender-neutral reader!

OCTAVINELLE

Azul weren’t particularly pleased when he was informed that someone barged into Mostro Lounge and started requesting for his presence, but oh well, they might just want to sign a contract, it’s a win for him, he gathered Jade and Floyd by his side

You dismissed Azul, didn’t even bother listening to the terms and conditions and tell him to “just get on with it”

He silently huffed at your behavior, but you’re the one who didn’t want to listen to the terms and conditions, your loss. You have no right to complain later

The Leech brothers raised their brows at you, what a bold one you are

“So, what is your wish?” Azul leaned back comfortably

“I want someone in your dorm to be my fake boyfriend because this little pest wouldn’t stop bothering me.”

Azul’s eyes widened, so did Jade’s and Floyd’s, though a grin quickly stretched out on the twins’ lips

“Heh~ this is an unusual request, Shrimpy! It sounds fun!”

“Indeed, Floyd. I have never heard of such wish during the time I’ve spent with Azul. Truly surprising.”

Azul comprehended the situation quickly, giving a light chuckle and a wave of hand, placing a pen down and of course, the contract

“Very well, I shall assign one of my dorm members to assist you.”

He halted when your hand slammed onto the paper, stopping his movements

“I don’t want just any dorm member,”

Azul didn’t felt good

“I want someone intimidating or has enough authority to get him off my ass.”

“...”

“More specifically, I want one of you guys.” You pointed at the three of them, who had their eyes wide open

Who do you choose?

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

“M-Me?” His calm demeanor faltered and stuttered, pointing a finger at himself to confirm your answer, his cheeks dusted light pink when you nodded firmly

He could hear held back laughs behind him, which he sent glares to the twins in return

He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter and stiffer. “Well, then.”

He will always find you after class to make your “relationship” look more realistic and kind of indirectly telling people that you’re together or get the idea of it

He’ll also have lunch with you while trying his best to ignore teasing gazes from the Tweels

If you tell him it’s fine and he doesn’t have to stick with you all the time, he’ll dismiss it and say it’s better to get the job done earlier and hides the fact that he quite enjoy his time with you

You assume that they didn’t dare to talk to you because Azul’s with you, and that was true as they suddenly dragged you to a corner when you’re alone walking

They talked about how they didn’t know you were acquainted with Azul and demands an explanation, just being very rude and confusing in general

“Ah~ I see. So you are the one who Y/N mentioned.” The familiar voice made you sigh in relief while they froze in fear

Azul would place a gentle hand on your waist, securing you close as he looks down on the cowering student, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes quickly turned into a bored stare

“I’d appreciate it if you would stop pestering my lover.” The cold gaze and intimidating aura from Octavinelle’s dorm head had them scurrying off after a series of stuttered apologies

Azul made sure they’ve gone far away before quickly making space between you two to not make you uncomfortable, faking a cough as the front he put up dissolved

“So, for payment...”

He states that he has not made up his mind about what the payment will be, but he’s internally debating whether to ask you out on a date as payment or not ;)

Since Azul often visits you after class, even when this whole incident has thankfully stopped, he still finds you after class out of habit

And when he realized he just stood there blushing while enduring your smile

Maybe this will be the start of your story together

JADE LEECH

“Oh? Me?” STOP FUCKING RAISING YOUR EYEBROWS IM FUDHDKSOFJSO

He’d agree to help without a second thought because this might be amusing

He sticks by your side now, literally

You tried politely telling him how just following you around won’t do anything, he’s like a butler

He raised a brow before a smirk stretched on his lips, the next thing you knew you find yourself trapped in between him and the solid wall

Leaning down to get eye level with you, he mused. “Are you indicating something more...intimate?”

You fainted

After that he started to get more serious as you just realize that he was playing around all the while, now only truly intending to help you with your problem

He walks you to class everyday, making sure you’re in the classroom before going off to his own class

Of course he made sure to leave gentle caresses here and there, on your cheeks, hands, arms or lightly fixing your hair for you

These small yet loud gestures attracted attention, they would definitely catch wind of it. Once they knew you’re acquainted with Jade they’d immediately stop their disturbing chase, avoiding you now, even

But Jade wouldn’t let his fun die so soon, he knew they had been staring all this while, sneaking around stealing glances and followed you two

He’d personally find them to have a good talk, asking why were they bothering you exactly

Jade threatened gave them a light warning, as if scolding little kids with that charming smile and unusually calm tone of his

It wasn’t long before his face twisted into a sadistic expression along with a as equally sadistic grin, as if making fun of their foolish and pathetic self

During the time he spent with you made him know you more as a person and he finds you entertaining

Maybe he’ll invite you to Mostro Lounge when he’s done dealing with this pest, treating you to a cup of tea or a beverage of your liking and continue on with the conversation you two left off earlier

FLOYD LEECH

“Heh~? Me? Okay, I’ll squeeze them for you, Shrimpy!”

Clings to you 24/7, partly because of the need to guard you but mostly because of how soft you are and he just loves squishing you

He demands asks you to go to his basketball trainings/games, have lunch together under a large tree and just generally playing around with each other

You sometimes think that he forgot what all this was about, you’re not complaining, though, it’s fun being with Floyd

Really touchy, likes resting his chin on your head while he puts his arms on your shoulders and basically placing his entire weight on you

Your interactions, of course, were noticed by others

Floyd was waiting for them, the “annoying person” you were talking about, but they just won’t come out! Maybe they’re set on hiding when he’s near you

It was one of the rare times when you were alone without Floyd by your side and unsurprisingly, they came and started babbling like nothing’s wrong, making you extremely uncomfortable with their subtle touches

Their wrist was grabbed harshly, Floyd’s long fingers gripping around it so hard you swear it would’ve broke if he went any further, Floyd’s expression was dangerous, eyes wide as he glares down on them, a visible frown on his face

His smile only appeared when he faces you, telling you to wait for him in the interior hallway

You were uncertain but did as he told

It took a while for Floyd to come back to you, maybe he took his time toying with them

Acts as if nothing happened, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you away to the cafeteria or Mostro Lounge

“Shrimpy~ they were no fun, you know? Weren’t even fun to squeeze!”

Cupping your hands around his face and squish it lightly while giving him your cute smile definitely cheers him up, so do that

If you do that, he’ll immediately make the both of you sit down on the ground (no matter where you are at that moment) and pull you in, his legs are long enough to circle around you so you’re kinda sitting in his little bubble of area if you know what I mean

He considered placing you on his lap but it’s probably too soon for that now, he’ll save it for next time

He grabbed your hands once more and placed them on his cheeks, continue what you were doing before! It’s cute and he likes it

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Helloo royal Guards as yandere please

But without the presence of Meruem because I find it difficult for them to fall in love with Reader while serving the King.

Mmmh, Neferpitou with a Reader male because my headcanon is that she is a infertile female uhhh I dont know how to explain it but I think that in the ant castes there are infertile females that are workers

Yeah, as far as I know, that's how it is with ants... I'm not an expert, but I think the female workers are infertile and care for the queen. Their development depends on how much food they receive when they're larvae. If there is abundance, some larvae will be "princess ants" (fertile and will leave the colony to start their own once the time is right).

Hmm... The Chimera Ants, however, seem to work quite different. Besides the whole "Ant Giving Birth to an Anthro Lion" and what not, they didn't end up starving once the queen died (which I read happens because there are no more larvae and the ants need them to properly feed) and many of them left to try starting colonies of their own (even some of the males seemed to want that, not just females like Zanzan)...

Perhaps this is more like some species of wasp? I've read that the queen produces a pheromone that keeps the others infertile. Once she dies, they battle for dominance in order to become the next queen. With the Chimera, however, they left for new territories rather than stay and fight...

...

Is there an entomologist in the house?

Neferpitou

The royal guards, regardless of Meruem’s presence, are not exactly easy to deal with even in their normal state (and I don’t think this is simply because they are not humans). Take them to Yandere level and, well, let’s just say it is not a pretty picture…

Pitou is not someone whose interest is easily aroused (she is the kind that “knows several people but regards only a few of them as her actual friends”) and, in a sense, the opposite is also true: It’s not easy to lose such interest, either. With her in Yandere-mode, well, it’s basically impossible. Once you’ve realized what is going, taking the usual measures to try dealing with it (such as moving, contacting the police, so on), don’t waste any time hoping she will “move on” or “change targets” as some stalkers do. It's not in her nature (both due to her personality and instincts).

Not that you would certainly realize what is going on right away. It would depend on her mood and how she decides to deal with her feelings (and she can’t change this decision): She may just go for the straight, extreme actions or keep a convincing facade of normality for a while… Regardless of whether this “normality” is you trying to kill each other or being friends (or she at least living in peace among humans)...

In the “enemies” case, Pitou would not spend days brooding about having fallen for an enemy and trying to get rid of those feelings. She would just shrug the situation off and start to debate whether it’s best to kidnap you right away or try to court you. If she’s working with other Ants for whatever reason or they just happen to be in the area, she would make sure everyone knows you are not to be hurt (and may God have mercy on whoever doesn’t listen). Her attacks would still be convincing from your point of view while being harmless playing in Pitou’s mind. After all, she lets you escape with no injures!

The “convincing facade” is more regarding how deep (and unsettling) her feelings are. In both scenarios, she would confess soon and, being what/how she is, likely act on it. No matter how much you explain you’re not interested or what arguments you use, Pitou would just wave her tail, perhaps ask what you mean exactly in that “innocently curious” tone of hers and… Completely ignore what you just said.

Well, okay, maybe you need to remember she isn’t completely human, so you can’t demand that she behaves like one, right?

Oh, boy, are you making a mistake… Not being human doesn’t mean that Pitou doesn’t understand that there are limits.

She understands.

She just couldn’t care less.

Remember when she probed Pokkles’ brain with him still alive? When Gon and Killua saw her for the first time? This is nothing next to how she can be when she’s obsessed with you.

I mentioned she would act on her feelings, right? Here’s another thing: She is also likely to do so in the manner of an animal trying to attract a particular mate. And because we’re talking Yandere-mode, I don’t mean the “bird dancing” or “penguin offering a pebble”. Not even the “cat giving you a dead prey”…

If you’re friends/she’s living in the human society, there would be some restraint at first, to the point her insistence would seem innocent… Then she would either grow impatient and kidnap you, or things would escalate, giving you hints to the darkness of her feelings until you’re forced to accept that this friend is a threat to you. Maybe after returning home, you find a note in your bed in which Pitou wrote that she loves how soft your bed is, how your home’s security is lacking… And, by the way, that person seems to have a crush on you… Hmm… Should she break their hands or their legs? The playful tone of the note only makes it darker.

Somehow you know she is not kidding.

If you’re enemies, well, she has no reason to restrain herself from the start. Her interactions with you would become far darker even if she miiight not kidnap you right away (for whatever reason) especially since she wouldn’t waste time playing by human rules. Pitou would find a way to make a claim (pinning you down, rubbing herself against you like a cat, and even leaving a love bite/hickey on your neck are very much on the table) or say it loud and clear in battle when there are other humans around. This isn’t just for the other humans, but for you as well: You’re hers, now. There is no room for discussion.

Also, in this scenario, it’s not impossible that Pitou’s “love” started with her deciding to make you her pet. Collar and all.

It should be said that Pitou is a cat in almost every sense, so the tendency to “play with her food” is very much present... Yes, she sees you as a “mate” rather than “prey”, but your attempts to avoid/hide from her consist of an opportunity that is far too good to miss! You change address and, after a few days, start to relax… Only for her to leave a new “present” at your door! It’s both funny and cute how you thought something so simple would keep her away! Awww, you’re so adorable!

Again, it’s true that some of her actions (such as this) have no malice whatsoever behind them, but I repeat, don’t let yourself be fooled: She is very much aware that what she is doing is creepy and wrong and why. I’m repeating this because Pitou can be as charming and cute as a cat… And as devious and sadistic as any human.

While some yanderes give you time (perhaps hoping you’ll eventually come around or because chasing you is so much fun), Pitou is among those who won’t take long before deciding to “take you home”.

Pitou loves having you all to herself and will be very affectionate, especially when it’s just the two of you. Maybe this sounds a little cute on principle? Yeah, trust me, it is not. It’s terrifying! Even when you reject her and she caresses your head saying you’re cute, you can see the insanity in her eyes, mixed with a sick infatuation.

It doesn’t help that, at times, her being “affectionate” involves brushing your hair, cuddling and even bathing together. Not only this invasion of space can already be uncomfortable, something about how Pitou does it makes you feel too much like a pet, especially when she talks about how much she loves you, how lovely you are, and how she is never going to let you go. In this situation, and the way she speaks, those words make you feel cold.

You should have realized by now that there is no reasoning with her and this isn’t because she is not human. Pitou is likely to twist your arguments or make points that would frankly make you think she learned from Illumi or Hisoka (and she only does that because she thinks it’s funny, anyway).

As for Pitou, well, she can’t say she is happy that you’re uncomfortable, but she believes it’s just temporary and you’ll get used to your new life… Hey, humans capture animals all the time to put them in zoos or circus. She isn’t that bad in comparison, now, is she?

She’s easily the kind of yandere that responds to pleas for freedom by caressing your head and saying you’re cute. How could she possibly let you go? You’d run away! Besides, she can keep you well-fed and protected. You say such silly things, love!

That’s not to say Pitou doesn’t have a limit to how much rejection she can take or her patience. And this is a line you don’t want to cross. It’s hard to say if Pitou would get to the point of physical punishment, but this doesn’t mean she wouldn’t make use of other means.

Menthuthyoupi.

It’s not easy to catch the attention of any of the Royal Trio, each for their own reasons. In Youpi’s case, it’s partially because he doesn’t have any human DNA on him, so despite being able to communicate and all, he doesn’t usually pay that much attention to people. It’s almost like he’s an alien (or we are, in his view). Even in a scenario when he is living in peace with humans, he doesn’t have exactly a clear opinion about them. They just exist. Maybe a few of them are okay enough, but that’s it… And in a scenario when he is still fighting them, well, they are the enemy. It’s pretty simple.

Youpi is direct, both in personality and as a Chimera Ant (in that he follows his instincts without hesitation). As such, like Pitou, he wouldn’t avoid his feelings once he comes to understand them. It’s a little strange, yes, but he accepts the fact that he loves you and that’s it. That said, Youpi would be initially confused (especially if you’re an enemy. How on Earth did he develop this sort of feeling for someone he’s supposed to kill?), and he wouldn’t make a move until he is sure of what he is feeling and what he wants.

Sadly, because this isn’t him in a healthy state of mind, this doesn’t mean anything good for you. This isn’t a shy monster-boy finding a human he considers special. This isn’t even “enemies falling in love” or “dark romance”. This is an “already dangerous individual” developing an equally dangerous obsession.

At first, Youpi starts to stalk you (if you’re his enemy/if you’ve never spoken before) or try to find excuses to spend more time with you (if you’re on friendly terms) in this attempt to understand exactly what is going on with himself. During this time, his feelings for you become stronger along with his desire to know everything about you. He’s curious. He’s fascinated. He wants to see you more often. He wants to talk with you… He just wants to be near you…

It’s pretty disturbing because, despite his size, Youpi will find the means to stalk you without anyone realizing it, just like an animal hunting. You may notice a shadow here and now, feel a chill up your spine, but it won’t be enough to make the danger clear enough. If you two are enemies, there are chances you’ll realize that there is something is wrong, as he either avoids fighting you (no issues with anyone else, though) or that he doesn’t seem to be actively trying to hurt you as much as before… Despite this, you’ll never, ever imagine he is in love with you.

Well, disturbing as it may be, it sounds almost as harmless as he can be in this scenario, right?

Not the case. You can’t forget how obsession grows, how it affects a person, and that it gets to the point when merely stalking isn’t enough. There is no such thing as a harmless yandere/stalker. So even if Youpi, at first, is satisfied with merely watching you from afar and making sure you aren’t hurt, it starts to not be enough. He sees you with your friends, smiling at them, hugging them, laughing… And he starts to imagine how it would be to have you doing these things with him, to be the one who makes you smile, to be the one holding you… And he realizes he wants it.

He loves you. He wants you.

And there is no reason to not act on those feelings.

Regardless of the circumstances between you, he seems to take the rejection well (if you manage to control the shock, act calmly and explain your reasons for it). At first, he thinks about your points and may even understand them… Only to find out that he doesn’t care. He can’t forget you. He can’t let go of you… And honestly, he doesn’t really want to. That you don’t feel the same now doesn’t matter. Don’t some couples start not feeling the same for each other, only for those feelings to change later?

In the case of “peaceful existence”, it might be easier to get a glimpse of his instability than with the Neferpitou, but it doesn’t make much of a difference. Even the precautions people normally take in those situations would only work for a certain time… The myth of the animal that “will pursue its prey to the ends of the Earth once it has its scent” is true when it comes down to Youpi (literally even).

Now, while Youpi is less likely to resort to kidnapping (at least right away), he would still find ways to inject himself into your life, so even then, you can’t say you’re free. He may not go straight to threatening your loved ones (and it’s hard to predict if he would follow with it), but there are many other tactics that he could and would use.

And being less likely to kidnap you doesn’t mean he wouldn’t if he didn’t decide it is the better course of action. After all, no matter how strong you prove yourself to be, it doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt. If he keeps you, he can’t make sure you’re safe.

Either way, there is no way to be free of him.

If he kidnapped you, Youpi wouldn’t go so far as to place you in an actual cage or chain you up, but he would find means to make sure you can’t leave.

He is easily the most patient of the trio, including with your rejections and attempts to escape. It doesn’t please him and nothing can convince him to let you go, but at least Youpi doesn’t get angry, condescending, or twist things around. In fact, it gets to the point when you can lose control and try hitting him that he wouldn’t even raise his voice. He would just hold your wrists (carefully) and try to calm you down…

Now, just because he isn’t human, it doesn’t mean Youpi is unable to understand that what he is doing is wrong and why you’re so unhappy. Hey, animals also don’t like to be taken from the place they consider their home like that. He can relate, he can understand. But his obsession is too great for him to let you go and, instead, he hopes that you’ll adapt with time.

Not having human genes and understanding even less about humans than Pitou and Pouf, in his desire to make you comfortable (and make you accept him), Youpi would likely try to learn what he can about humans (probably even asking for Pitou’s help).

For Youpi, your presence alone makes him feel good. While he wouldn’t force you into things that make you uncomfortable or excessively invade your personal space the way Pitou might, there would still be times when Youpi would want to show you some affection. Chances are, he would enjoy holding you close (especially because, next to him, you feel so small and cute) and nuzzling you, which is not only a common expression of affection among animals, but it also gives him an extra opportunity to enjoy your scent.

Youpi might be less cruel than most of yanderes, but this doesn’t mean much. At the end of the day, whether he has kidnapped you or not, the situation is still essentially the same. You’re being hurt either way…

Shaiapouf.

Even in his normal state of mind, for all his apparent calmness and self-control, it’s been showed several times that Pouf can be actually quite intense with his emotions, to the point they cloud his thoughts (and that’s a polite way to say it). Well, multiply that by a thousand and you’ll only scratch the surface of how he becomes as a Yandere.

Even if, by some miracle, this is a scenario where Pouf lives peacefully with humans it doesn’t mean he likes them. It’s more that he “tolerates” and “accepts” their existence as an unpleasant fact and it’s very much unlikely he would have human friends (he would probably find a way to live with comfort and luxury while having as little contact as possible with them). In a sense, you can compare him to some yokais in Inuyasha… He doesn’t go out of his way to antagonize humans (and risk a fight), but he sure as hell doesn’t care for them.

Until you, that is.

Pouf will never be able to say when his feelings for you started to grow and it will take a long time for him to understand them. By the time this happens, well, he is way into “Obsession Land”. Once he can no longer deny what he feels and it hits him that he loves you, his first reaction is… Well, pretty much an emotional tantrum, followed by self-despise and intense fury. How could he ever fall for a human? Disgraceful! Terrible! How could he fall so low? He even tries to hate you for making him feel that way, only to realize he can’t.

This lasts for a while, with him trying to convince himself to bury those feelings, no matter what it takes. If you two are enemies, be prepared: Pouf may consider killing you as the only way to “get rid of this shame”. He soon realizes he can’t bear the idea of you being hurt, let alone by him (well, like this, I mean)… But at least you’re not having to deal with his obsession yet.

Sadly, it doesn’t mean this will last long enough for something to happen before things get out of control. Pouf can’t get you out of his mind, possibly deciding to “observe you” in order to “remind himself” that you’re just a human: Flawed, inferior, and unworthy. This evolves into stalking and has the opposite effect: He becomes more and more infatuated, as well as worried that you might get hurt. You’re so beautiful, so gentle… You should not be fighting! At all! Oh, you’re an angel. No wonder he fell for you! You’re perfect for him!

If this is the “peaceful scenario”, the course of events is still pretty similar, no matter how you’ve met. At first, wanting to get you out of his system, he may be cold whenever you meet and even a little nasty, but it won’t work. He will start to long for more of your presence and if he manages to spend time with you, to consider you only of the few (if not the only) human who is better than the rest of the masses.

Either way, once he accepts that he loves you, you’re screwed.

In the “enemy scenario”, Pouf may try once to convince you to come with him, speaking highly of you and how much he loves you… In his mind, it’s poetry. In reality? The words may be pretty, but the way he says them, the shine in his eyes, the way he insists to hold your hands between his… Well, it’s creepy. Pouf may accept you denying him for a while, but it won’t take long until he seizes the first chance he has to take you. He was just being polite, offering you the chance of doing so by choice (if he does that when you’re gravely injured in a battle, he will use that frequently to point out he saved you and how you need him to keep you safe).

In the “peaceful scenario”, again, it’s not that much a different course of events. Your attempts to make him understand you’re not interested are ignored and there is precious little that anyone can do to keep you safe and, yes, including the Hunter Organization. He would do everything to get you.

In his mind, he is not doing anything wrong. If anything, his actions are almost heroic and proof of his devotion to you.

When you wake up in an unknown location and start to freak out or try to escape, Pouf reacts as if this is just adorable, then going on about how he loves you and wants to keep you safe. And let me tell you, this isn’t a “flowery speech” or like his funny moments in the anime. At this moment you realize you’re in a lot of trouble and that the chances of Pouf ever letting you go are non-existent.

It's not easy to determine exactly how deep his delusion goes; if it’s only about the “perfect life” you two will share or if it includes you. It’s not impossible that Pouf isn’t really in love with you, but rather an idealized version of you. He may also believe that, deep down, you do love him and just need time to realize it.

Pouf is the “adoring” kind of Yandere. He would love to spoil you, care for you, and would want to lavish you with gifts. Perhaps you’d expect him to be the less dangerous of the trio, or at least the most manageable, right? You’re dead wrong. Pouf is actually the worst of them, maybe even on the list of the worst yanderes of all Hunter cast.

His personality also means Pouf doesn’t believe anyone is worthy of your attention and if there is anyone you like (or that he thinks you like), it’s just because they’re manipulative and toxic. It’s his sacred duty to keep you safe from such scum! Perhaps the better term for him, rather than “jealous”, would be “possessive”. As far as he is concerned, you have no need to get in contact with another human ever again.

You thought he hated Komugi? Trust me, that was nothing compared to this.

He would lock you in a room, which you’d only leave while accompanied by him (he can’t have you trying to run off, can he?). Actually… If that happens, you should be glad. This guy isn’t above placing bars along a corner of his chambers (they are certainly large enough), turning that area into your “room” (bed and all). It certainly would appeal to him, especially since it gives him more chance to watch you.

There are stories about how excessive love can be suffocating, the “The Chaser” episode from the “Twilight Zone”… Well, Pouf’s love wouldn’t follow this line. This would be just tiresome. His adoration is frightening, even for a Yandere. The way he’s so sweet to you is mixed with a certain darkness, not letting you forget you’re dealing with an unstable person.

He understands this is a time of adaptation for you and this change of life is a shock, but he wouldn’t be happy if you asked him to let you go every day. In the same sickly-sweet way of always, he will mix subtle (or not so subtle) threats with words of adoration. Maybe he should chain you up… Maybe you’re thinking about that person who (he believes) has a crush on you? Maybe he should make sure you never think of them again…

There is also the fact that Pouf is among the Yanderes who would have almost no respect for your personal space. For all his adoration of you, he can be quite manipulative and controlling: If he wants to hold you in his lap, brush your hair, have you sleeping next to him, dance with you, well… There is little point in fighting. You would have to choose your battles wisely and keep in mind that Pouf isn’t above tying you up if you “start to be difficult”. Some Yanderes are happy enough with having you with them and may have enough patience to “wait for you to love them back”… Well, with Pouf, it depends on his mood.

There would be times when his behavior is all “patient and loving” (more like he just smiles when you try to get away or lash out)… And times when he would basically “demand” that you love him. Not with words, though: You’d learn that there are times when it’s safer for you to act a little more loving towards him (within reason) rather than antagonize him.

#I'm sorry if this was too long #Got carried away #Now I'm wondering about how exactly the Chimera Ants work as a colony #Anyone has a theory?#hunterxhunter #hxh #headcanon #hxh headcanon #yandere #Royal Guards #chimera ants #shaiapouf #pouf #menthuthuyoupi #youpi #pitou #neferpitou #hxh yandere #Somehow I imagine Pouf would be like The Tragedy of Chateau Cepage

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