#user: plum.

[reveriers]

› Aspirante a detective número #111 detectado. RYDER ZWEIG, proveniente de INGLATERRA Con 25 años, siempre le han dicho que tiene un parecido con DAMIAN HARDUNG. Enviade desde la Escuela de detectives SINCLAIR & THORNE como estudiante de intercambio a la Academia Reverie. Fue seleccionade por su impresionante desempeño en ORIENTACIÓN (2) y también mostrar aptitudes prometedoras en SIGILO (2) y OBSERVACIÓN(2).

PLUM, como administración de Reverie Academy, queremos agradecerte tu interés. Tienes 24 horas para enviarnos la cuenta de tu personaje. Si llegases a necesitar más tiempo, no dudes en comunicarte con nosotras.

OOC

Apodo: Plum

Pronombres: she/her

Edad: +21

Zona horaria: GMT-6 

Triggers: non-con, age gap, maltrato animal.

En caso de unfollow, ¿permitirías que usemos a tu personaje en la trama como un PNJ?: Sí, claro que si. 

IC

Nombre: Ryder Zweig

Pronombres: él/suyo

Faceclaim: Damian Hardung

Fecha de nacimiento y edad: 14 de Noviembre 1998, 25 años.

Nacionalidad: britanico-aleman.

Profesión: Lic en Ciencias Químicas  y mesero

Año en curso en la Escuela de Detectives Sinclaire & Thorne: segundo año.

Especialización que cursará en Reverie: Especialista en evasión.

Habilidades de Reverie en las que destacó: 

Orientación (2)  observación (2) Sigilo (2)

Curiosidades:

Uno. Nacido de un inglés y una alemana, el menor de dos hijos, siendo su hermana siete años mayor que él, su familia nunca se caracterizó por ser estable. Su padre un ser problemático y caótico por las noches se desquitaba con su progenitora por la manera en que su vida había terminado, ella sólo había llegado a Inglaterra por un sueño que se esfumó con los años y por el enamoramiento. No es de extrañar que sus padres terminaran por separarse cuando él tenía 8 años.

Dos. Creció con una ira interna enorme, molesto con su madre por separarlo de su padre y llevarlo a otro país (Alemania), a los 14 decide volver a Inglaterra con la esperanza de reconectar con su progenitor y al inicio la situación es tranquila, sólo que empeora con la muerte de su madre dos años después. Ese suceso lo marca a un grado que le hace caer en lo mismo que su padre, siguiendo sus pasos, se termina convirtiendo en lo que se considera un delincuente juvenil, pero es absuelto de todos sus cargos al entregar datos importantes de la organización criminal con la que se asociaba su padre. 

tres. Es gracias a su hermana que sale de ese mundo y vuelve a Berlín en busca de recuperar su vida, dándose cuenta que su progenitor era igual o peor a como su madre lo dibujaba, es por eso que adopta el apellido materno y deja atrás el Adams de su progenitor. 

cuatro. Al terminar la escuela media, se prepara para convertirse en policía, sin embargo termina por desertar al casi terminar con el entrenamiento básico y mejor ingresa a la universidad de Berlín para estudiar Química, ciencia que le comenzó a interesar desde que estuvo con su padre.

cinco. Al salir de la universidad, continúa trabajando en la cafetería que su madre había abierto con su hermana y es entonces que ve en Sinclaire & Thorne una oportunidad por seguir el sueño que había dejado a medias al desistir el ser oficial. 

[tojiscrack]

LIAR LIAR CHAPTER DROPPP WE ARE SOOO BACK 🗣️🔥��️ (i actually read it last night oops)

i think i am starting to get what u mean by “heavy angst”.. I AM SO NERVOUS FOR THEM APDHOE

anyways!! 😊😊 fantastic chapter (as always ofc) you truly amaze me every time you write

(gulps.. im also this anon .. https://www.tumblr.com/tojiscrack/765595000042127360/hiii-ok-so-first-i-wanna-say-i-love-liar-liar-so .. ive gained confidence to come off anon..)

liar, liar masterlist here:

YES 🥳 WE 🙌 AREEE‼️

stop focusing on the ‘heavy angst’ part, IT HASN’T EVEN ARRIVED YET 😭 like it’s still on its way. taking a while unfortunately, but on its way 🙄(🤗)

ugh tysm, beyond ecstatic you enjoyed it. was afraid you weren’t gonna like it as much ‘cause the chapters are gonna be shorter now (like around that range — 10-15k words and not the 20k+ we’re so used to). but you have soothed my worries :)

(OHHH, SO YOU’RE THE CUTIE PIE ANON SUGAR PLUM HONEY MUNCHKIN??? 😭🩷 HIII, WHAT WERE YOU DOING SENDING AN ASK AS AN ANON IF YOU ALREADY HAD AN ACCOUNT? 😟)

[pileofpawns]

Someone on the AACIL server asked for a symbol for “Fuck it we ball” and I came up with this sghsgshs

I think it’s very fun

(Feel free to use in your AAC or as a discord emoji! Or anything like that!)

[almighty-letu]

There are so many possibilities!!! And don’t worry I put the gorilla back in the zoo. So it’s safe now. :)so you can totally tell me now!

YOU LIE! The gorilla is clearly still around and they watches us all

[bloodypeachblog]

late afternoon drifting - submitted by paingobrrrrr

#D3BDB0 #C1AE9F #89937C #715B64 #69385C

[irlpretear]

100 trans/genderqueer musicians

Bands

Against Me! (rock, folk punk) (x)

The Oozes (punk) (x)

The Hirs Collective (metal, grindcore) (x)

GEL (hardcore punk) (x)

Urn (hardcore punk) (x)

The Black Dresses (noise pop, hardcore hyperpop) (x)

Party Ghost (rock) (x)

Lagrimas (hardcore punk, scream punk) (x)

Doll Skin (rock) (x)

Dazey and the Scouts (rock, indie) (x)

G.L.O.S.S. (hardcore punk) (x)

Dog Park Dissidents (punk rock) (x)

She/Her/hers (rock) (x)

Deli Girls (hardcore electronic) (x)

Dream Nails (punk rock) (x)

Sarah and the Safe Word (rock, dark cabaret) (x)

Pinkie Promise (punk rock) (x)

B. Fraser (emo) (x)

Newgrounds Death Rugby (emo) (x)

Scowl (hardcore punk) (x)

Feminazgul (black metal) (x)

Sports Bra (dream pop, light rock) (x)

Club Sofa (indie pop) (x)

The Cost ov Living (grindcore, harsh noise) (x)

Kuromy (punk) (x)

The Sonder Bombs (indie, pop) (x)

Lidocaine (rock) (x)

I'm letting unseen forces take the wheel (cybergrind) (x)

Gum Disease (punk) (x)

Cam Girl (rock, trash rock) (x)

Gully Boys (grunge pop) (x)

Arcadia Grey (sparkle punk) (x)

Schmekel (folk punk) (x)

Destructo Disk (punk rock) (x)

User Unauthorized (hardcore punk) (x)

The Spook School (indie pop) (x)

Pinkshift (emo) (x)

Glass Beach (emo) (x)

Butch Baby (light rock) (x)

VIAL (indie punk) (x)

Sister Wife Sex Strike (folk punk) (x)

homewrecker. (metal, hardcore punk) (x)

Mega Mango (indie rock) (x)

Keep For Cheap (prarie rock) (x)

Steam Powered Giraffe (cabaret, steampunk) (x)

Thotcrime (grindcore, cybergrind) (x)

Whirlybird (indie pop) (x)

Kampsport (hardcore punk) (x)

Um Jennifer? (alt-rock, punk) (x)

Scarlet Demore (alt-rock) (x)

HappyHappy (folk, folk-punk) (x)

Queen Zee (punk) (x)

Grumpy Plum (slop pop) (x)

Cheap Perfume (punk) (x)

Pollyanna (power-pop, rock) (x)

Ballista (metalcore) (x)

Faetooth (fairy doom, metal) (x)

Lacerated (death metal) (x)

Fortuna Malvada (hardcore punk) (x)

Peach Rings (bedroom power-pop) (x)

Solo Artists

Laura Jane Grace (rock, folk punk) (x)

Left at London (pop) (x)

ZAND (pop, ugly pop) (x)

Ada Rook (hardcore electronic) (x)

Ms. White (pop) (x)

Rett Madison (indie, folk) (x)

Murder Person for Hire (folk) (x)

Backxwash (rap, industrial hip hop) (x)

LustSickPuppy (electronic, rap) (x)

Babylungs (electronic, rap) (x)

Human Kitten (folk punk) (x)

Harley Poe (folk punk) (x)

Ewy (emo, folk punk) (x)

Averstaskta (instrumental) (x)

Andie Schoen (indie) (x)

Elliot Lee (dark pop, electronic rock) (x)

Urias (hip hop, ballroom) (x)

Twink Obliterator* (cybergrind) (x)

Rio Romeo (cabaret punk, indie) (x)

Knife Girl (art pop, indie) (x)

Alexander James Adams (folk) (x)

Starmaxx (pop) (x)

Sofya Wang (pop, alt-R&B) (x)

Boy Jr (indie/alt pop) (x)

Medusa (revenge pop, hip-hop) (x)

Mal Blum (singer-songwriter, folk) (x)

Gina Young (riot grrrl) (x)

Petra Fiyd (indie pop) (x)

awfultune (bedroom pop) (x)

Quinn Hills (alternative pop) (x)

Femtanyl (electronic) (x)

Vivivivivi (electronic, glitchcore) (x)

Lilac Boy (glitchcore) (x)

Rosie Tucker (indie rock) (x)

Ryan Cassata (singer-songwriter) (x)

Pain Chain (noise, synth) (x)

In Love With A Ghost (electronic, lo-fi) (x)

Alice Longyu Gao (hyperpop) (x)

Prophetic Nightmares (ambient synthwave) (x)

Saint Wellesley (indie folk) (x)

[earthtoplum]

this is where i hide

hi, i’m plum, a ‘97 gemini with adhd who loves to talk { about her interests }

: ̗̀➛ main blog { kpop }

: ̗̀➛ other socials

: ̗̀➛ i write stuff here too

: ̗̀➛ plum yaps

not a big fan of interacting with minors, most stuff here is probs 18+, by following you are consenting that you are over the age of 18.

i can't message or reply back from here { sideblog }, please leave an ask or message the main <3

[pixxyofice]

🏰 cursinguponcastles

of course i manage to grab everything EXCEPT for my anxiety medications. they're still stuck there!! in the House!!! every night I worry my friends are going to leave me for asking them to come along and some part of my brain is like "you wouldn't be worrying if you had taken your meds" and I have to then tell my brain the meds. ARE NOT WITH ME!!!

(this post is unrebloggable.)

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(anon) asked:

plum? how have you been running this blog without anxiety meds?

🏰 cursinguponcastles replied:

Um! How did you know I didn't have my anxiety meds??

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(anon) asked:

Don't the Houses keep stuff, like, forever? I'm sure if you go back to that House you'll be able to get your meds back. Unless it's like, frozen or something?

🏰 cursinguponcastles replied:

Oh. Ohhhh. Well, um! I am going back to get them! They're back in Dormont! I just won't be focused on getting my meds when I'm there, you know??

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🎗 ribbpeat reblogged from 🍑 yetanotherfinepeach

🍑 yetanotherfinepeach

so was anyone going to tell me the savior of vaugarde runs a horror blog account or was I supposed to just find that out from her APPARENTLY LEAVING HER MEDS IN THE CENTER FREEZING POINT

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🍙 chateau-riceballs reblogged from 🧦 socks-to-be

🍯 lovelyhoney-truths

and just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, the savior of vaugarde turns out to be a tumblr user

🛴 offowchmy-nkee

and this is bad... how?

🍯 lovelyhoney-truths

How is this not obvious to you people? She's on tumblr. She's been ACTIVE. Instead of doing her job of saving us she's been giggling about her little vaugarde boys getting eaten. I'm sitting here typing with one arm waiting for vaugarde to be saved, and she's wasting time reading. Boo-hoo she left her anxiety meds in the House where the King is freezing all of us from. Actually, wait! Why didn't she just turn around and take him out? If she's supposed to save vaugarde, assigned to, and she was close to its starting point, why the hell did she walk the other direction and faff about?! Some Savior she is! Most of the country is frozen because of her! And instead of just shutting up and doing her job she went on a funny little pilgrimage. I'm not calling her a Savior anymore. 

🐱 ChangeGirlClaws

do you know about the existence of paragraph breaks. Like at all.

🎀 darts-chatting-blogg

Instead of looking at... all of that, apparently not everybody knows this so look at this.

THE DOORS OF DORMONT GOT LOCKED BY THE KING AND THE SAVIORS HAVE TO FIND FIVE ORBS TO BE ABLE TO EVEN TRY TO SAVE US. And in case you don't know, Vaugarde is huge! The saviors passed by my place a week ago and they only had four Orbs then.

I think Plum and her friends are making good progress, actually! I think she's allowed to relieve stress by reading about guts and gore, actually.

🍙 chateau-riceballs

she's what

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🐝 finalgirl-standing reblogged from 🐮 The-Cointry-of-Voigarde

🍯 lovelyhoney-truths

Not only does that orb bullshit sound made up and stupid, but apparently Plum also runs a guts and gore blog??? what the fuck is wrong with her. Has she Changed to be so disgusting when she should be Changing herself to be able to save the country?? Do you guys really believe that shit? I haven't heard of a House where Orbs lock the gates, that's clearly her making up excuses for why she can't just go there and beat him. How can her friends stand to be with her when she's this irresponsible?

🎀 darts-chatting-blogg

One. The King warped the place (see image here!) and Dormont was known for experimenting with locks. People just be saying crab, I guess.

Two. Defenders. Get their asses. I'll start.

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🎗 ribbpeat

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🍑 yetanotherfinepeach

A

🛴 offowchmy-nkee

B

🐱 ChangeGirlClaws

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🍙 chateau-riceballs

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🦴 justanotherchange-blog

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⚓️ insertcreativebloghere

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🧦 socks-to-be

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🐮 The-Cointry-of-Voigarde

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🐝 finalgirl-standing

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(this post is unrebloggable.)

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⚓️ insertcreativebloghere reblogged from 🦴 justanotherchange-blog

🦴 justanotherchange-blog

if I was on a journey to save the country and I forgot my focusing meds at home I would just forget everything. Honestly, Plum's doing much better than I am???

⚓️ insertcreativebloghere

If i had to save the country without my meds i would've thrown myself into the sea

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🐮 The-Cointry-of-Voigarde

(a picture of the countryside. Half of it is frozen, and the other half isn't)

Well. It was an honor, everyone. I'm glad to have contributed to the crab pow.

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🏰 cursinguponcastles reblogged 🐧 penguin-do-be-writing

🐧 penguin-do-be-writing

hi everyone, sorry for the silence! My family has been loudly debating what to do about the freezing country, I think i touched something weird and my feet have stopped working for me, so it's hard to get to my writing desk. whoops! it's been a struggle to get words written down. Don't worry, though! I've got a chapter for everyone! This time, things get INTENSE. That internal organs being not internal warning was for a reason!

🏰 cursinguponcastles

CHANGE, THIS WAS SO GOOD!! I'm really sorry you're close to being frozen, but I could see how it affected how you wrote Dembélé struggling to get away! It felt too real, haha!!

I'll miss your fics! I, well, hopefully, will see you in a few months!!

[doliers]

‘ lo gracioso es que tienes cara de william ’ soltó con una suave risita colándose entre sus dientes, el dorso de su mano eclipsó la visión de las blancas perlas que iluminaban su rostro, como mera costumbre. ‘ ¿me lo estás preguntando o diciendo? ’ levantó su mirada hacia el rostro masculino, el pie de la pierna cruzada sobre la otra, se movió un poco. sútil, mientras su mano se encargaba de tapar mejor su piel con la tela del vestido, le incomodaba un poco, pero podría ocultarlo un rato más. ‘ ¿crees que alguna de las debutantes se llame así? ’ no se le hacía un nombre de alta sociedad, de hecho, se negaba a utilizar el completo por toda la carga que sentía que cargaba consigo. ‘ quizás emilia podría ser un buen nombre, suena con clase, ¿no? ’ arrugó el borde de su nariz, detestaba no haberle puesto mayor atención a esos detalles antes.  ‘ ¿a qué se supone que te dedicas? ’

Pudo ver la silueta femenina a lo lejos, por lo que no dudo en acercarse a ella, sonriente, la miro por un momento antes de que su presencia fuera notada, asintió a sus palabras para luego buscar sentarse a su lado, bastante confianzudo como era habitual en él " Soy William, mucho gusto " bromeó y pronto movió la cabeza " apellido, ¿Jacobs? " que no se note que esta improvisando, aunque sabe que tiene que hacerlo mejor " no te preocupes, la noche aún es joven, igual lola es un buen nombre " le asegura.

[reveriers]

› RESERVA REGISTRADA (SINCLAIR & THORNE )

DAMIAN HARDUNG queda reservade exitosamente a nombre de PLUM.

¡Qué bueno tenerte aquí! Desde este momento tienes 48 horas para enviarnos tu formulario de audición. Si llegases a necesitar más tiempo o tienes alguna inquietud, no dudes en acercarte a nuestro inbox o im.

[moon1833]

PICKLED PLUMS - INUMAKI TOGE

“There’s something he wants to say to you, and you know it, but he can’t. Inumaki’s never hated being a cursed speech user more than this moment.”

Inumaki was more athletic than he let on, something that was hidden behind the baggy clothing he relied on.

He had been training for years before he ended up at Jujitsu High, and he was a bit unaware of his own strength himself.

Eventually, he figured the proper amount of force needed for whatever task, fitting in well with you and the other first years.

You, on the other hand, were a bit newer to fighting. Maki was ruthless with you, and while you appreciated it, she became focused on Yuuta, another student who joined midway through the school year, and suited Maki’s fighting style a bit better.

Inumaki, being the kind-hearted person he’s always been, became your new sparing partner, and you had to admit he was much gentler than Maki.

Now at your second year, you and Inumaki had become closer, parring up on missions and training together.

“Ready?” You asked, about five feet away from Inumkai, hands out in front of you in a defensive stance.

He nodded, charging at you first. Instead of dodging, you decided to try something slightly new, meeting him head on with a firm block.

He grabbed your wrist, attempting to sweep your feet under you simultaneously, but you slid out of his grip before he could, pushing him away to create more distance.

As usual, that pattern went on a few more times. The two of you matched fighting styles so perfectly it was difficult for either of you to land a blow or create an advantage.

As you fought, the first years as well as Maki and Panda were watching from the bleachers, unbeknownst to the two of you.

They were too far away for you to hear, and even if you did, you wouldn’t have noticed, too caught up in Inumkai.

You jutted your elbow out, trying to make contact with his cheek, but he read your movements, catching your shoulder and using your momentum to throw you to the ground.

Your arm, bent oddly, hit the ground wrong, causing your wrist to bend the opposite direction with a sharp snap. You had a high pain tolerance, but it caught you so off guard a small sound escaped your mouth, the small shriek of pain sounding so uncharacteristic from you it made Inumaki freeze.

Gently but quickly, he shifted in front of you, turning you over so you were facing him, his fingers finding either side of your face in panic.

“Mustard leaf?” His voice was slightly higher than usual.

“I’m.. okay.” You manage to grunt out, pain searing from your wrist. You try to hide it behind your back, but Inumaki notices instantly. He goes to take a look, but with your other arm, you throw your weight on top of him, pinning him to the ground.

“You’re dead.” You try to sound amused, but your voice is strained.

Inumaki looks up at you, worry still in his gaze but it’s over powered by disapproval, even though there’s a small smile tugging at his lips.

“What?” You laugh lightly. “You’re really going to stop a fight because you hurt the enemy a little too much?”

Before he can respond, he stands, keeping you in his arms. He tucks you into his chest, one hand under your knees while the other gently holds your shoulder.

“Toge!” You exclaim, a bit shocked by how effortlessly he carried your weight.

He doesn’t say anything until he successfully carries you to Shoko, laying you down on her examining table.

“You realize it was my wrist, right?” You almost laugh at Toge’s determination expression. “You didn’t have to carry me all this way.”

He pulls his phone from his pocket, typing into his notes app.

‘It was my fault you got hurt, it was the least I could do :(’

You shake your head at the message, opening your mouth to speak before Shoko returns, taking a look at your hand that was twisted at the wrong angle.

A few minutes go by, and you’re once again astounded by Shoko’s technique, because you’re freely moving your hand as if it was never broken. For good measure, she wrapped it with a bandage, instructing you to change it before bed for a week.

Before you could leave, Inumaki took your injured hand in his, examining it until he was satisfied. A spark of redness flew up your cheeks as he held your hand, but you tried to swallow it.

You had strong feelings for Inumaki, but you tried your best to bury them. You felt that expressing them would create a mess, and you didn’t think he returned your feelings, anyway.

That didn’t stop your heart from running whenever you replayed his hands cupping your face.

“Thank you.” You say softly as he walked you to your dorm. The hand you had injured had been your dominant one, and you were struggling to use the other as you missed the keyhole to your dorm.

Inumaki put a gentle hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn to him. He was closer to you than you thought, and your eyes flickered to his lips for a moment before you noticed his outstretched hand.

Placing your key in his hand, he opened the door for you, letting you slip inside. Before the door could close, you turned back to him.

“Do you want to come in for a little while?” You asked.

He nodded at you, a bit flushed behind the collar of his jacket. You didn’t notice, too preoccupied with how his hair swayed when he shook his head.

You stretched your hand a little as you sat down on your bed, patting the space next to you.

He obliged, a little too quickly, settling a small distance away from you.

Subconsciously, he outstretched his hand, his gaze stuck on the bandages tightly wrapped around your wrist.

“I’m okay, Toge.” You repeat. His first name off your tongue made his heart jump.

He nodded, but he didn’t take his eyes off of your injury. Sighing, you held his hands in yours, trying not to think about the softness and warmth they possessed.

“It was an accident.” You barely hear the words leave your mouth, stuck on how Inumaki stares at you. He darts around your face, as if trying to imprint the image of you so close to him.

He reaches to pull a stray hair away from your face, and his collar falls even more as he moves. You catch a glimpse of the marks on his face, ones that look so delicate on him you can’t help but let your gaze linger there.

Inumaki stops his movements when he takes notice of your stare, feeling rather insecure about it.

He goes to pull his jacket up, but you stop him, your thumb grazing his jaw. His lips part in surprise, shifting a bit closer to you.

There’s something he wants to say to you, and you know it, but he can’t. Inumaki’s never hated being a cursed speech user more than this moment.

“Umeboshi.” He mutters. It’s another onigiri ingredient, pickled plums to be exact. Coincidentally, it’s also your favorite kind of onigiri. But, as far as you knew, he’d never used that word before.

Your head tilts in confusion, and Inumaki grasps your hand, pulling it down onto his lap and squeezing it tightly. With his other hand, he reaches into his pocket and begins typing on his phone.

You use his undivided attention to appreciate his face, wanting to trace the curve of his mouth with yours. A moment later, he bashfully hands you his phone.

‘It means I like you, more than in a friend way. I have for a while’

The message is simple, short and utterly sweet. Upon further inspection, you notice that the note had been written over a month ago. It has heat rushing to your face, and you tear away your eyes to see Toge looking shy as ever, unable to meet your gaze as he fiddles with your bandage.

“Toge.” You say his name, and he turns to you, but his eyes don’t meet yours.

With newborn confidence, you hold his face in your hands, sitting up to scoot closer to him. His eyes widen, but you miss it when you close your own to kiss him gently on his lips, tracing a thumb over the marks on his face.

Right as you pull away, Toge chases after your mouth, his hands tucking themselves into your waist to pull you closer before sliding to the small of your back, kissing you deeper.

After a few moments, you pull away again, muttering a small “Umeboshi” back at him with a smile.

[moonverc3x]

@paintedplum7 here's another "papyrus" for you to gawk over ;)

Do not touch….

[imaginesig]

Dancing under the lights

Oscar Piastri x Ballerina!Reader smau

Platonic!Grid x Ballerina!Reader

These are just some insta posts that you/Oscar would make if he was dating a ballerina

yourusername

Liked by oscarpiastri, y/n_bestie, user5, and 24,097 others

yourusername: tis the season

tagged: y/n_bestie, y/n_friend

y/n_bestie I’m starting a Tchaikovsky hate club

yourusername count me in

y/n_friend1 same

user it’s been a week since Nutcracker rehearsals started and it’s already this had

user2 never underestimate the intensity of ballet

oscarpiastri stunning

yourusername aww love you oz🫶🫶

landonorris simp

landonorris can’t be that hard

yourusername says the one who goes vroom for a living

charles_leclerc 🩰🎄

maxverstappen1 Penelope can’t wait to see you!!

yourusername tell her I can’t wait to see her recital next week!!

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oscarpiastri

Liked by yourusername, logansargent, landonorris, and 89,242 others

oscarpiastri: one thing about me, I’m never gonna understand the process of prepping point shoes

tagged: yourusername

yourusername it’s ok babe, I learned what a DRS is you can learn this

oscarpiastri all that money just to cut and glue and crack them up???

maxverstappen1 should I be worried!

yourusername just think when the time comes, Penelope will have me as a guide

maxverstappen1 so should I be worried??

danielriccardo I HAVE to see this process now

y/n_bestie pointe shoes aren’t for the faint of heart

user1 don’t these cost a fortune??

user2 about that yea

user3 stop she’s so pretty even when destroying shoes

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yourusername

Liked by maxverstappen1, oscarpiastri, y/n_bestfriend, and 45,947 others

yourusername: My little baby angel is all grown up 🥹 I have never felt so honored as I did when she called me her idol and started this dance journey!! Beautiful Penelope I cannot wait to watch you grow and learn🩰🫶🧸

Tagged maxverstappen1, kellypiquet

oscarpiastri I think you cried more than her actual mom during this recital

charles_leclerc second to Max of course

oscarpiastri you could hear him 3 blocks away

maxverstappen1 this was a nice post celebrating P, how did we get here

yourusername Max always has to be number 1

kellypiquet she absolutely loved having your there!!! Thank you so much for coming

yourusername I adored every second of it

user1 your telling me that Penelope started dance because of y/n

user2 how did they even know each other?? Max and Oscar aren't even that close

user3 through Charles, she's a very popular ballerina and so when she posted a story dancing to one of his pieces they kept in touch-- I wouldn't be surprised if Charles drug Max out to watch her

user2 that's really sweet

user1 now you see why I'm crying over her influence on Penelope

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oscarpiastri: I've never been more in awe of someone before than I am of you. Every new production you steal the audience with your beauty and grace, can't wait to see what the rest of the season holds. To my favorite Sugar Plum fairy, I love you

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yourusername aww oz 🥹 you're sweeter than all the people in the Kingdom of Sweets

y/n_bestie wow high compliment

oscarpiastri I know 😎

yourusername love ya both 💖💖

landonorris booo sap

yourusername what if you just 🤸🏻🚊

landonorris this is cyberbullying

danielriccardo ya'll see sum 🧑🏻‍🦯🙈

user1 the betrayal is unmatched

yourusername always a good day when Danny Ric is on your side

charles_leclerc beautiful production!!

yourusername number 1 ballet fan has entered the chat

maxverstappen1 Penelope hasn't stopped talking about this all weekend

user2 awww this is adorable

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yourusername: Sugar Plum Fairy, you've been a dream!! A special shoutout to @/y/n_bestie for being rock through it all, from party guests, to soldiers, to flowers and so many more 🩵🩰 It has been a wild season getting to live out my dream Nutcracker role. Let's see what else is in store...

tagged y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_bestie IM LITERALY CRYING

y/n_bestie I love you so much 💖💖 its been an absolute honor to grow with you!!

yourusername my favorite Arabian sololist!! I love you much

lilymhe I will never not be impressed by you

yourusername awww I love you bby

lilymhe 😩🤭

alex_albon Oscar come get your girl

oscarpiastri 🫣

user1 stop not them dancing together since chilhood

y/n_friend the last slide 💀💀

oscarpiastri talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique

yourusername who taught him this bc I know damn well it wasn't me 🤔

landonorris @/logansargent

logansargent 🤷🏼‍♂️

charles_leclerc eagerly awaiting the spring run...

youruserame 🤫

y/n_bestie 🫢

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oscarpiastri: what a season! Thank you so much Mclaren for helping me create an unforgettable rookie season-- cheers to winter break before its back to the grind 🥂🧡

tagged mclaren, yourusername

mclaren thats our rookie of the year 🏆

landonorris what a ride mate

yourusername so, so proud!!

oscarpiastri ❤️❤️

y/n_bestie she may be supportive but I'm not, why is this INCREDIBLE picture of my girl LAST

user3 get his ass girl

oscarpiastri In my defense I had to thank the job that paid me to take her on a trip

y/n_bestie you better be planning more posts

oscarpiastri pinky promise I do

youruserman did she just threaten you through instagram comments

landonorris your bf's a pussy remember

user1 my addiction can't handle winter break

user2 already started my countdown

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y/n_dancecompany new year, new routines

y/n_bestie take notes @/oscarpiastri you were the first two slides...

oscarpiastri how many stories and posts have I made of her since break started

user1 NOT HER HOLDING A GRUDGE

y/n_friend first one back to the studio I see

yourusername guilty 🫠

oscarpiastri I enjoyed our winter wonderland

yourusername I love you oz

oscarpiatri I love you too

landonorris bleh 🤢

danielriccardo you dropped this 🔴 put it back on your nose 🤡🥰

user3 who is teaching them these things??

user9 my sneaking suspicion is Logan

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yourusername: a kiss can awaken the deepest of dreams ✨🩰🌙

tagged: y/n_dancecompany, y/n_dancepartner

user9 this is so aesthetic I could cry

yourusername I didn't come to mess around

y/n_bestie I cannot wait to put a spell on you

yourusername love my maleficent 💚

oscarpiastri come to a grand prix and you'll spend more time in bed than sleeping beauty 😉

yourusername i'd let you kiss me awake 😏

maxverstappen1 my daughter looks up to you, please stop

danielriccardo wheres Lando with his comments when you need him

landonorris im gonna drink bleach

oscarpiastri you had to summon him didnt you

kellypiquet P can't wait to play little Aurora alongside you

yourusername I wouldn't want anyone else to play little me!! 🩵🩵

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oscarpiastri: that moment when you girl has a killer opening weekend and you get a podium!! @/yourusername thank you for a beautiful week capped off with 2 big weekends. I love you more than words can tell ❤️

tagged mclaren, yourinstagram, y/n_dancecompany

yourusername awww oz I love you to the moon and back

oscarpiastri who's cutting onions

landonorris if y'all don't get married rn I swear ill fall asleep in oncoming traffic

youruserman oh 😃

oscarpiastri mate...

danielriccardo what a drastic change of attitude

y/n_bestie glad to see you've sorted out your priorities

mclaren we agree

oscarpiastri wow I don't even have admin on my side

user4 aww stop this is adorable

user8 the schedules lining up perfectly is a gift from the dance and F1 gods

user5 fr fr

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yourusername: one thing I was never taught why how hard this goodbye is. I've called this company home since I was 4 alongside the best girl in the whole world. I learned so much about dancing, myself, and life. Taking my final bow after Sleeping Beauty I couldn't help but shed a tear- I'm sad to say goodbye to my home and my ballet family, but I'm happy to dance on and make them proud. Thank you for helping me grow and spread my wings 🩵🩰✨

tagged: y/n_bestie, y/n_dancecompany

y/n_bestie I never would've thought the hardest thing I had to do was let you chase your dreams 💖

yourusername youre not far behind 💖

oscarpiastri you are incredible, I love you so much ❤️❤️

yourusername thank you so much for all your support even when it was hard and you had your own career going on ❤️ I love you so so much

landonorris since our introduction, I've only grown more and more as a fan. You have great determination, skill, grace, work ethic, and so many more things I admire, I can't wait to see ho you grow in the next steps

yourusername aww lando, I'm so touched 🥹🧡

charles_leclerc you're going to conquer whoever comes next

yourusername Merci pour votre soutien

*thank you for your support*

charles_leclerc 💖💖

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oscarpiatri: i remember when we first met, we would spend late nights talking about our dreams-- its insane to have accomplished them together. You cheered me on throughout my F1 journey and I'm excited to see your first solo in the theatre you've always dreamed of! Break a leg my beautiful dancer ❤️

tagged: your username, newdancecompany

yourusername I'm crying in rehearsals rn

yourusername I love you so much oz ❤️

oscarpiastri I love you too love

landonorris sap

danielriccardo HE'S BACK

landonorris they still need to be endgame tho

user5 he's just like us fr

user1 "my beautiful dancer"

user2 IM CRYING

charles_leclerc the amount of times I almost spilled the surprise

yourusername the wait is almost up

oscarpiastri should I be scared?

maxverstappen1 we cannot wait!! P has been jumping off the walls for this performance

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yourusername: "growing often feels like breaking at first" - a farewell quote from my very first dance teacher.

Tonight I debuted with a new dance company, my second one in all my 22 years of life. Thank you so much Charles for composing a piece that speaks what I cannot. This performance is dedicated to past me, her company, her mentors, her friends, and her supporters. I chose to keep the costuming simple, seeing as I don't feel as complete without them just yet.

I cannot wait to keep growing and dancing with every part of me.

tagged: charles_leclerc, newdancesompany

y/n_dancecompany its an absolute honor to have had you, and an even bigger one to have lost you

yourusermane forever the home of my childhood

oscarpiastri I cannot wait to watch you grow, hopefully forever

yourusername definitely forever

charles_leclerc thank YOU for bringing out the emotion and life in this piece, I've been bouncing off the walls waiting to see the final product. You've made me into your number 1 fan

yourusername we make a pretty good team

oscarpiatri not to break up a sweet moment but this weekend Lelcerc is on site, Im her number 1 fan

maxverstappen1 you didn't leave one dry eye in the place!

kellypiquet i was truly moved by the art you put on stage tonight, you've got a long successful road ahead

yourusername 😭🫶🫶

landonorris you amaze me more and more every dance, best honorary little sister I could ask for

yourusername and I though you'd keep the sister thing private sap

y/n_bestie I never imagined the pain of watching you dance from the audience and not the wings, but I also never imagined the joy in my chest watching you fly like you did tonight. Remember no matter where you go and how much more famous you become, you will always be my best friend.

yourusername in all these years, the best choice I ever made was talking to the girl next to me with the pink dress 💖 I would be nowhere without you, I truly owe all my accomplishments to you and your unwavering support 🫶🫶

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[kagedbird]

IMPORTANT NOTICE FOR DCA COMMUNITY

There is a reposter stealing literally all posts of DCA fanart on Instagram. They go by the name sunny_____uwu [https://www.instagram.com/sunny_____uwu/] and have stolen art pieces from:

@castercassette @chlorenw @bibooby @garbagechocolate @crabfungi @comphey @cacaocheri @strawbubbysugar @rayjeff @ka0tical @restinsodaroni @thatmooncake @monakamoimoi @sunnydbeam @ayyy-imma-ninja @thvnderhashira @hermi-lin @starlite-starbritee @sorveteir @pillowspace @starfr00t @sillyahhchana @eggufrog @sunnybella62 @spookyuu @sanchensky @ayz0 @m340700 @camil0ncha @berrythefish @damien-candle @opudont-donut @okayspicysad @silliemop @noxdelta @groovygladiatorsheep @ronithesnail @midnightfrappe @kitty-c4t @pure-plum @p4hina @ghosting-fox @justjest @bunmuffin @just-a-drawing-bean @aluihart7 @polydna

AND QUITE A FEW MORE!!! Also ones that are solely TWITTER and PINTEREST users and even including those who are ALSO on Instagram.

If you have been tagged YOU ARE LIKELY TAGGED FOR MULTIPLE ART REPOSTS. I've tried to go through all of them but there are so many, so PLEASE DOUBLE CHECK THAT YOU AREN'T ALSO ON THERE. They list people by name but do not link back! And I doubt that they asked you to post there.

As for the reposter: Listen. You may be giving the name for the artist and whatnot in your little message board when posting the art, but you are not linking back to the artists nor getting explicit permission for reposts. Do the right thing, and stop stealing art. Naming the artists isn't enough. Remove the art you've stolen.

Please spread around for awareness!

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Imagine, Shibusawa accidentally activated his ability in real world.

The whole house is covered in fog. And all abilities are on a loose.

Even Crime and Punishment are gone.

But, they don't attack their respective ability users.

They are nowhere to be found.

You are also nowhere to be seen.

Worst of all, Dazai is also missing.

BSD Cast are panicking.

What, if abilities hurt you?!

BSD Cast is searching through the house.

They found you, surrounded by abilities, on the attic.

And all abilities are trying to get your attention.

🐯 Beast Beneath The Moonlight is chuffing, rubbing its head against your chest.

📒 The Matchless Poet creating knick-knacks for you.

👘🗡️ All Men Are Equal is guarding the window, taking short breaks to pet you.

🩺 Thou Shalt Not Die is applying cute bandages on smallest, almost healed cuts.

🌨️ Light Snow is recreating movie scenes with its power.

🐄 Undefeated by the Rain create stone figures with its bare hands.

🐰 Demon Show holding a plate with snacks.

Futon is manipulating electronics, changing channels, so you can watch some interesting show.

🍰💉 Vita Sexualis is making accessories for you.

🍷 Upon the Tainted Sorrow making things float for your entertainment.

🌂 Golden Demon is bringing you nice clothes.

🇫🇷 Demonic Beast Guivre is curled around you.

🎧 Illuminations is creating a hyperspace over you.

🗣️ Lippman's ability is sitting near you, guarding you.

🧥 Rashomon is glaring at everyone, who is trying to get close to you.

🚬 Falling Camelia entertain you by pushing around different things.

🩹🧲 Midwinter Memento is controlling metal pieces to create some cool figurines.

⭕⭐ Dogra Magra, as a little doll, sitting on your lap.

🍋 Lemonade is creating fireworks for you.

🍛 Flawless is playing cards with you.

⛩️ Hail in the Begging Bowl preparing non-alcoholic drinks for you.

💻 Discourse on Decadence is writing down interesting memories, it read from anything he could find.

🥷 Yesterday's Shadow Tag is sitting near Rashomon, protecting you.

🕶️ Another is bringing you dolls from Ayatsuji's collection.

💰 The Great Fitzgerald is bringing you cases, full of money (don't worry, it simply took them from Fitzgerald).

🦝 Black Cat in the Rue Morgue is ready to send you in any book you want.

🐋 Mody Dick is floating outside the window, ready to fly with you anywhere you want.

🍇 The Grapes of Wreath is growing grapes for you. Don't worry, they are edible.

☕ Annie of Abyss Red is playing ball with you.

🪶 Little Women is planning your weekends, while sitting in the next room

👒 Gone With the Wing is using wings to make paper butterflies fly around.

♊ Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer are floating above you, telling jokes.

✝️ The Scarlet Letter is writing your name in the air with its power.

😷 A Feast in a Time of Plague simply observing you from the corner.

🫖 The Precipice is outside, rumbling happily.

👻 The Perfect Crime is bringing you mystery novels.

⚔️ Mirror Lion is entertaining you with its sword skills.

🦇🧛 Bram's ability is handing from the sealing upside down. Protecting you.

🃏 Sigma's ability is laying near you, with its head on your lap.

🤡 The Overcoat is doing a circus performance for you.

🐀 Crime and Punishment is playing with your hair.

👧👩👵 Gasp of the Soul is cuddling your left hand.

💧 Priceless Tears is floating through the vents all over the house and bring you whatever you ask for.

🌸 Plum Blossoms in Snow is using its power to cut fruits.

⌚ Strait is the Gate is observing surroundings.

🐈‍⬛ I am a Cat is purring and doing tricks for you.

🪢🦀 Dazai, somehow, got captured, and how is in a cage, far away from anyone, he can touch to nullify.

The moment, BSD Cast stepped to the attic, abilities turned towards them, glaring at their 'hosts'.

So, you, either, will be stuck here, until Abilities decide to let you go.

Or, until BSD Cast manage to free Dazai.

[elysiaheaven]

Hhhii this is a request for angst, Ronin & Far beyond help user (interpret as you will)

Words:

Genre: Yandere

Summary: The so-called devil realized what he did.

( Reader is a g.n!)

TW: Obsessive behaviour, , Distorted Love, Dark Humor, Depictions of despair, hopelessness, and emotional trauma., codependent relationships, Suicidal Ideation

EXTRA: He's a character from a game named Killer chat! Please play it! It's so good! I think I need to do more research on him, If what I wrote doesn't really scream him! I'm sorry! I'm still learning abt him! I KNOW IT'S BAD I'M SORRYY!!

"Don’t look at me like that."

His voice is sharp—brutal—but the tremor in it, the way his hands clench into fists, tells a different story. He stands over you, taller than life but somehow crumbling. Plum-colored hair falls messily over his eyes, his lips curled into a mocking smile, the kind he knows you hate.

You sit there on the grimy floor, knees tucked to your chest, watching him like you always do: love-drunk, ruined, and so stupidly loyal it makes his chest ache. It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. And worse, you were meant to be Ther...

Not the whole of them—the good parts are gone, long obliterated by whatever this is. There’s only the rotten pieces now, jagged remnants wrapped in desperate love. That kind of love… the kind that consumes. It’s wrong. It makes him want to run.

He shifts his weight and accidentally over the coffee cup on the floor. It clatters, liquid spilling out like guts. He doesn’t flinch, even as the brown stain spreads to where you sit, inches away from soaking into your clothes.

Good. Let it drown you. Let it stain everything.

SO, you want to kill him now right!!!

"You're so fucking predictable." His voice drips with venom, as if each word is a scalpel slicing through your chest. He wants you to feel this, to hate him. He wants to become the monster you have no choice but to destroy. "What, still gonna sit there? Still gonna look at me like I’m some kind of savior? Jesus Christ, how thick are you?"

Your lip trembles, and he nearly falters. Nearly. But Ronin’s never been one to falter, especially not now, when the stakes are so damn high. He has to make you let go—make you hate him, make you kill him if that’s what it takes.

Because he knows you won’t leave. You’re too far gone, too hopelessly tangled in the wreckage of him to pull yourself free. And he can’t carry that weight—not after Ther. Not again.

But you? You still stare up at him with those wide, ruined eyes, so full of love it makes him sick. How dare you love him like that? He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t even want it. And yet, here you are—offering every broken piece of yourself like a gift, like it’ll save either of you. It won’t.

"You love me, huh?" His voice drops, dangerously low, as he crouches in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath. "You love me so much it hurts, right? Is that it?" He smiles, cold and sharp. "You love me so much you’d die for me."

You nod—pathetically, desperately—like a marionette tangled in your own strings. It’s all you know how to do: love him, despite the way it breaks you.

"Then fucking kill me," he snarls, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his gaze. “If you love me so much, then do it.”

His fingers dig into your skin, but his eyes—his damn eyes—are the worst part. Because they’re not cruel. They’re not full of hate. No, what’s staring back at you is something far more dangerous: a man trying to let go of you before it destroys you both.

But you won’t. You can’t.

"I can’t—" you whisper, voice trembling as tears spill down your cheeks.

He clicks his tongue, a sneer curling across his lips, masking the frustration tearing him apart inside. Why won’t you fucking hate him? He needs you to hate him, to push him away. If you don’t, he’ll ruin you.

"You’re pathetic," he spits, standing up again. "You’re not Ther." The words taste like poison. "And you never will be."

Your heart shatters at that, and he knows it. He knows exactly how to break you, and he’s doing it—because it’s the only way to save you from himself.

You choke on a sob, but still—still—you reach for him. You’re so far gone that not even this is enough.

"You can hurt me," you whisper. "I don’t care. I’ll still love you."

No.

No, no, no. It’s not supposed to go like this. You’re supposed to scream at him, curse him, kill him. But instead, you look at him like he’s worth saving, and it makes something inside him snap.

"You fucking idiot," he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. His voice cracks—not from anger, but from something far worse. Regret.

"Stop it." His voice is weaker now, almost pleading. "Stop loving me." He’s doing this for you—can’t you see that? He’s trying to set you free, to give you a reason to walk away.

But you won’t.

And that’s the tragedy.

With a sigh that feels more like a surrender, Ronin turns away from you, shoulders slumped. He’s lost this battle. He can’t save you from himself—and worse, he can’t save himself from you.

"If you won’t kill me," he murmurs, voice empty now, "then don’t complain when I drag you to hell with me."

Because that’s all that’s left for the two of you, isn’t it? You love him too much to leave, and he’s too broken to let you go.

So he’ll do what he does best—corrupt, destroy, and ruin.

And you?

You’ll love him for it.

You cry out, voice breaking as you plead, "Don’t leave me!" The words tumble from your lips, raw and desperate, wrapping around him like chains. Hopelessness seeps into every fiber of your being, a thick fog clouding your mind. You’re shattered, yes, but you’re not ready to let go—not of him, not of this twisted, dark love that binds you together.

"I don’t care, Ronin! I won’t kill you!" The insistence in your voice surprises even you. But it’s true. You won’t. You can’t.

You shake your head violently, wiping the tears from your cheeks, determined not to let him see how much he affects you. You won’t give him that satisfaction. “You think I want to hate you? You think that’s going to make this any easier?”

He laughs, a hollow sound that echoes in the cramped room. “You don’t get it, do you?” The disdain in his tone feels like a punch to the gut, but it doesn’t stop you.

“I’m already lost, Ronin! I’m not going to follow you into hell. I’m already there.” The truth spills from you like blood from a wound—too much, too fast, too painful. But you can’t hold it back anymore.

Ronin watches you, a strange mixture of anger and something softer simmering beneath the surface. He sees you broken, begging for a shred of hope in this dark place you both inhabit. It’s disgusting to him—pathetic. And yet, somehow, he can’t tear his eyes away.

"You think it’s a game?" His voice lowers, dripping with sarcasm. “You think I enjoy this? Watching you break and still cling to me?” He takes a step closer, and the heat radiating from him feels like a fire, burning through the haze of despair.

But you don’t flinch. You refuse to back down. "No, I think you’re scared." The words hang between you, heavy and suffocating. “Scared of what you are. Scared of what I am without you.”

The moment hangs, electric and thick. He glances away, and you see the brief flicker of vulnerability in his eyes before he masks it with that trademark devil-may-care smirk. That’s when it hits you—the first time you saw him.

Back then, he was all shadows and chaos, and you were so… pure. Funny, flirtatious, chaotic in the best ways. You’d made him laugh, dragged him into your whirlwind of life, reminding him of what it felt like to be alive. And for a fleeting moment, he thought maybe—just maybe—Ther had come back.

But now he knows, standing here in the dim light with you at his feet, that you’re not Ther. You’re not supposed to be. Ther was a distant memory, a flicker of something beautiful and untouchable. And what remains now is a twisted reflection, an echo of the past, warped and distorted.

“You were like a light,” he mutters, voice thick with something unnameable. “Bright and reckless, and I…” He stops, staring at you as if you’re some kind of puzzle he can’t solve. “I thought you were them.”

His honesty cuts through the tension, revealing the jagged edges of his heart. He knows he can’t keep pretending anymore—he can’t keep dragging you down this path with him. “But that’s not you. You’re not them. You never were.”

“Then who am I?” you whisper, the anguish in your voice palpable. You reach for him again, fingers brushing against his arm, desperate to anchor him to this moment, to you. “What do you want me to be, Ronin? I just want you! I don’t care if I’m broken! I don’t care if I’m not enough!”

He recoils slightly, the impact of your words hitting him like a blow. “You don’t get it. I’m the devil now, and I won’t let you follow me to hell.” But even as he says it, he can feel the truth slipping through his fingers. You’re right there—too close, too beautiful in your brokenness.

“You think I want to let you go?” His voice is a hiss, low and dangerous. “You think I want to lose you like I lost her?” He shakes his head, rage boiling beneath the surface. “You’re the one who’s delusional!”

But the moment you see that flicker of pain in his eyes, your heart shatters all over again. You don’t want to hate him. You want him to see the good in you, the potential. You want to save him.

“I’m not delusional! I’m hopeless!” The words pour from you in a flood. “I’m hopelessly in love with you, Ronin! Even if it means following you into hell, I’ll do it!”

His expression shifts, a mixture of fury and something akin to grief. “You think I want that for you? I want you to hate me! I want you to find your way out of this mess!”

But you refuse. You refuse to hate him. You refuse to let go of the love that has become your lifeline.

“Then stop pushing me away! Stop pretending you’re the devil!” You grab his shirt, pulling him closer until he’s almost on his knees before you, and the distance between you evaporates. “You’re not the devil, Ronin. You’re just… lost. Just like me.”

His breath hitches, and for a split second, you see the man he used to be—the man who laughed, the man who cared, the man who could’ve loved you freely. But that man is buried under layers of self-loathing and pain, and he’s terrified of letting you see the truth.

“If I let you in,” he murmurs, eyes narrowing, “I’ll ruin you. "

BUT!!!

“I won’t leave you,” he sneered, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He knew the posturing was ridiculous—utterly absurd, really—but what was the point of doing anything else? Why not lean into it? He wanted to get a rise out of you, to make you feel every jagged edge of his dark humor. After all, this was the role he had carved out for himself.

“Darlin’,” he continued, his voice dripping with mockery, “I have to act this way. What else would you expect from the devil?” He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with mischief, teasing the precipice of madness that lay between you.

“I’ll kill you, and I’ll kill myself. Together, we’ll become the beautiful tragedy we were always meant to be!” The laughter that escaped him was hollow, echoing in the empty space around you. How twisted, how perfectly poetic.

He could see it now, the two of you wrapped in darkness, a perfect duet of chaos and despair. It thrilled him. You were broken in all the right ways, and he loved you for it.

But beneath that exhilaration, something darker lurked—fear. Fear that he would be left alone in this twisted game he played. Fear that you would find a way out and leave him to rot in his own choices.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he whispered, the playful tone melting into something more sincere, more desperate. “You need me. We need each other.”

He took a step back, surveying you, the corrupted flower blooming in the shadows. He had nurtured this monstrosity, and now it had blossomed into something beautiful and grotesque.

“I’ll drag you down with me, whether you want it or not. Because that’s what love is, isn’t it? Suffering together?” His laughter broke through the tension, dark and mocking. “It’s tragic and beautiful, like a twisted fairy tale where the prince turns into a monster and the princess… well, she gets devoured too.”

He couldn’t help but revel in the madness of it all. You were his creation, his reflection in a shattered mirror. The darkness had intertwined your souls, binding you together in a way that made him feel alive, despite everything.

“Every path I take will lead to suffering. That’s the responsibility I have now,” he mused, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall, watching you with a predatory gaze. “It’s the burden of being the devil, after all. But hey, at least we’ll have some fun along the way!”

What a mess we are, he thought, grinning wider. “So, are you ready to dance with the devil, darling? Or are we going to keep pretending this isn’t what we both want?”

He never would’ve imagined that pure, kind you could turn into such a monster. It was as if a cute little dog had suddenly morphed into a beast, hunting for blood. That twisted excitement bubbled within him, the kind you feel when witnessing a bud of a flower unfurl into a vibrant blossom.

Part of him—the heart that still existed somewhere deep inside—sank at the thought. How sad… how broken. Maybe Ther really is gone; no one can be Ther anymore.

The corruption he offered had twisted into something worse than he ever anticipated.

It seemed he had become the meaning of your existence.

So this is it, he thought. He loves you, despite everything. Congrats.

Guess he’ll have to take responsibility, then. Because he’s the one to blame.

He made you into this demon.

He turned you into a crushed soul, someone with no one else to turn to… not even yourself.

No matter what path it takes, he will continue to make you suffer.

Whether he wants you or not.

Because it’s all come to your pretty little head.

Even if this wasn’t what he intended… what was the side effect?!

To you, he was the only one on this planet who could love you.

And that realization twisted his insides. It made you rely on him, trust him, and that was the only thing that could keep you sane. You wanted to make him feel happy, and he needed you to prove you weren’t boring. Even now, you were trying.

He understood that if he turned his back on you, your existence would lose all meaning.

He made you. He rebuilt you.

The way you are now—the new you was the gift he had given you.

But even he didn’t know if this was truly what he wanted to do.

Yet he knew. Even the devil wouldn’t abandon someone like you.

Let the two broken people be broken together. If the suffering became too much…

He would kill you.

And deep down, he knows you would thank him for it.

How pathetic.

He thought he could corrupt you, thought he could twist you into something dark and beautiful. But instead, he created a monster that reflected all his failures and fears. The weight of that responsibility crushed him, and the irony of it all burned in his chest like acid.

What have I done?