#you are hurt and you feel the pain. However

[psicheanima]

Gregor Linguistic Analysis

Hello. I just finished Canto 1, so as I said, here are some things I found fun about the way Gregor speaks. I’ll do Rodya after Canto 2, and so on and so forth.

Do not mention any events after Canto 1 in the notes or tags of this post, thank you.

Gregor’s sentences are short to mid length, maintaining a natural, almost casual rhythm. His syntax is straightforward, avoiding complex subordinate clauses or elaborate phrasing. This reflects his laid-back and nonchalant attitude— his speech is efficient, unpretentious, and devoid of pretense. His words flow with a conversational ease, almost never rushed or clipped (despite his habit to drop subjects, compare him to someone like Ishmael, for example— he’s more warm), reinforcing his uncomplicated nature, which is something he really wants others to see— he wants to be a simple, regular man. He does not want to be seen as someone important.

He uses shortened constructions—such as omitting subject or auxiliary verbs—which gives his speech a relaxed, even offhand feel. In particular, when he talks about his past, he almost never talks proactively.

Fitting his casual speech and “action-oriented” past, Gregor also uses phrasal verbs in a casual context quite a bit. This also ties in with his tendency to downplay his personal struggles by speaking as if they were just ordinary events. When he does this, he also tends to pass the responsibility to his superiors, placing himself in the position of “but I’m just a guy, it’s (external thing).”. (His landlord, his manager).

Gregor is, however, quite the normal guy when it comes to how he speaks, so though there’s no much to say about his word choice outside of some strangely old-timey whimsical words every now and then (absolutely used to make him seem more warm, affable, and distinctively NOT like a strict military guy.) But there is quite a bit to say about what he “chooses” to say.

When talking about serious or painful things, he keeps it brief but adds this elliptical phrasing that lets the weight of his words sink in without outright stating it. He never spells out his emotions—his restraint makes the pain obvious without needing to say it. It’s less about what he says and more about what he holds back.

However, the most standout thing about the way Gregor speaks is the way he always subjugates himself whenever joking. Gregor himself says he does this.

However, his jokes about his arm will always hold more passive aggression and underlying hurt than his more elaborate, whimsical jokes about his previous military position— the topics that make him most upset.

He eases not only outright— but any potential hostility with humor. Consider the way he uses a mild, almost playful, word like “pest” to describe his condition—it reflects the level of detachment he’s employing in his suffering, a detachment that very much is the only thing helping him manage that suffering. He can’t open about how much discomfort it causes him, so fashions it as a palatable thing others can laugh at WITH him, instead of AGAINST him.

He believes people will always mock him, and even more importantly thinks there is something worth mocking about him, so this humor is always light hearted and easy to ignore. He does not challenge others cruelty towards him.

It’s not so big of a deal that people see him as something other if he’s not dangerous. He’s a monster, but just a small one. A pest. Insignificant.

In this same way he often uses rhetorical questions and double negatives to get his point across on this topic. For example, when he says the above, he’s highlighting the unpleasantness of his arm without directly addressing the actual discomfort it causes others. It’s his way of communicating subtly— avoiding bitterness or confrontation, trying to force himself into the “joke” of how revolting he is. Another way he does this is by referring to the other soldiers as “things”. Othering himself.

So despite his ease with small talk (being the first to introduce himself to us), his deeper emotions often surface in the spaces between words. He lets the quiet do the heavy lifting, as he is unwilling to say things plainly.

His distaste for status is reflected most simply in how he speaks to Dante.

“Manager Bud” → “Bud” softens authority. It reflects his preference for informal, cordial relationships rather than professional ones. The very concept of a work life similar to the military structure he knows is something he is absolutely terrified of. He does not like putting people higher or lower than him.

Gregor’s speech register is informal, with a blend of

- Working class pragmatism

- Older, slightly rustic quirks (usually one off words like “bugger”)

- Military lingo (in particular, he mentions “getting medals” a lot where others would say “rewarded”.)

In conclusion: He is someone who has been through a range of social settings but refuses to perform “proper” speech anymore in any effort to seem like a regular citizen, something he feels deeply he is not, and so he uses humor to feel as if he is “in” on the joke of how revolting he is.

[hrtwayne]

Picture You | Leah Williamson

Pairing: Leah Williamson x Physiotherapist!Reader

Summary: Where Leah ends up kissing the team's physiotherapist.

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: Mention of flirting and a possible kiss!

Masterlist | Women's Football Masterlist

Leah, one of the most renowned defenders in English football, had just arrived at Arsenal's training center. After a relatively intense season with tougher training sessions, she began to feel a constant discomfort in her thigh. As usual, she decided to ignore the pain at first, believing it was just muscle fatigue. However, after a few more days of discomfort, it became unavoidable. Leah found herself heading to the physiotherapy room.

Y/n, a renowned physiotherapist known both nationally and internationally in the sports scene, was in the room finishing up with Alessia, who had complained of a slight ankle pain after stepping wrong during training.

"Lessi, don’t worry, your ankle isn’t swollen. Just apply a compress before bed and avoid straining it tomorrow," Y/n explained, applying gentle pressure to the area to relieve the tension.

Alessia nodded, trusting Y/n's advice, and soon left, leaving the physiotherapist alone in the room. Y/n began organizing her things, preparing to wrap up her workday.

It was at that moment that Leah appeared at the door, the pain in her thigh becoming harder to ignore. She had always found the way Y/n conducted her work intriguing. The physiotherapist was competent and extremely methodical, but also had a seriousness that intrigued Leah. Perhaps it was this combination of competence and coolness that made Leah throw out her cheap flirtations every chance she got.

"Good afternoon, doctor. Are you heading out already?" Leah asked, her tone slightly softer than usual.

Y/n, who was already facing away, organizing her work bag, took a deep breath before turning to face the player. Leah, with her usual relaxed posture, made Y/n feel something different—a mix of irritation and interest.

"Do you need something?" Y/n asked, her voice calm but with a hint of impatience.

"I’ve been feeling some discomfort in my thigh during training. I think you should take a look," Leah replied, a slight smile on her face.

"Alright, take a seat over there," Y/n said, pointing to the examination table while finishing organizing her materials.

Leah quickly obeyed, her heart beating a little faster than usual as she watched the physiotherapist approach. She lay down on the table, waiting for the evaluation to begin. Y/n, always focused, began lightly touching Leah’s thigh, trying to identify the source of the pain.

"Is this thigh pain something recurring?" Y/n asked, her analytical gaze fixed on the area as she applied gentle pressure.

Leah took a deep breath, feeling the cool, precise touch of the physiotherapist’s fingers on her warm skin. Her mind began to wander.

"It’s been a few days, but I thought it was just fatigue from training," Leah replied, trying not to get distracted by Y/n’s proximity.

Y/n’s touch was firm and professional, but something about the way her fingers moved over Leah’s skin made the defender’s body react in ways she didn’t expect. Each press, each calculated movement seemed to provoke more than just a physical response—something deeper was stirring within her.

"Does it hurt here?" Y/n asked, gently squeezing a specific part of Leah’s thigh.

"A little, but it’s bearable," Leah murmured, her eyes fixed on the physiotherapist’s, feeling a silent connection forming.

Y/n continued the examination, applying a cold gel to Leah’s thigh to reduce inflammation. She began massaging the area with precise movements while explaining the procedure.

"It seems to be due to muscle overload, probably from the accumulation of intense matches and training sessions. I’ll recommend a painkiller and cold compresses to reduce the pain, and, of course, some rest," Y/n said, but soon noticed that Leah was distracted, her eyes fixed on her.

You weren’t paying attention to what I said, were you?" Y/n asked, her voice carrying a mix of playfulness and seriousness.

Leah blinked, snapping back to reality, and smirked, not hiding her charm.

"I was listening, doctor, but... I can’t focus much when you’re this close," Leah replied, her tone bold.

Y/n shook her head, unable to hold back a small smile. She knew Leah had this provocative side, but she also knew there was something more behind that attitude.

"You need to be a bit more subtle when you look at me like that, you know?" Y/n said, maintaining her professional tone but with a glint in her eyes. "Even with your reputation for flirting with everyone, it doesn’t go unnoticed."

"So you noticed?" Leah replied, her smile widening. "And what are you going to do about it?"

Before Leah could process the response, Y/n took a step closer to the defender, her eyes now fixed on Leah’s lips. It was a sudden decision, perhaps driven by the tension that had been building between them over the past few weeks. And then, Y/n took the initiative, pulling Leah into an intense and unexpected kiss.

Leah, caught off guard, quickly responded, her hands moving to hold Y/n’s waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was hungry, filled with repressed desire. The world around them disappeared for a few moments.When Y/n finally pulled away, both were breathless. She ran a hand through her hair, trying to regain her composure.

"That shouldn’t have happened here," Y/n said, her voice slightly hoarse.Leah smiled, leaning forward.

"Well, if it can’t be here, we can continue outside," she suggested, a provocative glint in her eyes.

Y/n chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"We’ll see, Leah. Now go rest and follow my recommendations. And maybe... we’ll talk later... outside."

"So... outside?" Leah said, regaining her voice as she adjusted her posture, trying to appear calmer than she really was. Her eyes sparkled with subtle provocation.

Y/n, on the other hand, maintained the expression of someone still in control, though her slightly accelerated breathing betrayed her. She took a few steps back, gathering the remaining materials she would use to finish the session.

"Leah, this is work. I shouldn’t..." Y/n began, but the defender, with a mischievous smile, interrupted.

"I know. And I promise next time we’ll keep things in the right place," Leah said, winking. "But... I also know it’s not just work that makes you look at me like that."

Y/n sighed, finally allowing a small smile to escape. Leah was right, and although the moment wasn’t ideal, there was something undeniable between them—an attraction that had been building with every exchanged glance, every casual comment.

"Let’s focus on your recovery now," Y/n said, regaining her professional demeanor, but with a glint in her eyes that hinted this story was far from over. "And later... maybe we can talk about that 'outside.'"

Leah chuckled softly, lying back down as the physiotherapist applied the cold compress to her injured thigh. Even in that clinical environment, the tension between them lingered in the air, promising much more than just future consultations and treatments.

[natsredbra]

headcanons for dacryphilia with jackie, nat and lottie (separate) i just know that i would cry with them because they're so hot and i can't ☹️☹️

warnings: obviously dacryphilia, smut, bottom!Jackie, top!Lottie and vers!Nat, a bit of angst in the Nat part but only if you squint so hard your eyes turn into slits

Jackie

If we’re talking dacryphillia with Jackie, she’s definitely the crier, sorry not sorry

Like this bitch is the biggest pillow princess sub bottom ever

Suuuuper emotional too, so it all checks out

She’s trusts you very much and finds it easy to be vulnerable around you

So the tears come pretty early on

We know that she’s inexperienced, so any kind of teasing overwhelms her

Thinking about teaching her to touch herself for when you’re away

And she just can’t get it right no matter what!!

She’s laying bare in front of you, rubbing her clit frantically but it’s just not the same as when you do it

Begging for you to touch her instead, followed by a series of soft sniffles and sobs

But you won’t give in no matter what, just wiping away her tears and sucking her boobs

Also also! Rubbing her upper thighs, just to make her even whinier

She’s extremely loud in general, and at that moment it’s insane

When she finally cums, she starts sobbing harder, but this time it’s probably happy tears

Also thinking about strapping her down for the first time, and she starts crying cause it’s too big!!

At first you were a bit concerned, but she begged you to continue - and what else could you do?

Your strokes were slow and gentle, yet still deep, kissing her cervix in a dizzying mix of pleasure-pain

You being the sweetheart you are, kiss her tears away, and god help her she loves it

Takes a little while for her to cum, but it’s such an intimate, beautiful experience, you only hoped to prolong it

She feels a little embarrassed by the crying after the fact, and is absolutely floored when you tell her that not only does it not bother you, you find it extremely hot

Lottie

With Lottie, you are the crier

I know it might not seem that way right off the bat, but you can’t tell me that Lottie savior complex Matthews doesn’t intentionally make you cry just to soothe you

This girl purposely puts on a sad movie just to see you cry

Coos you when you do, and her caresses get increasingly more confident

Like at first she’s all “Baby it’s just a movie, no need to cry!” and in a few minutes she’s squeezing your ass in the name of cuddling

Makes sure to get to it while you’re still teary

Buries three fingers inside of you and curls them insanely good

Whispering something like “I’m right here for you, just let it all out.” against your lips

After that, you also catch “So pretty when you cry.”

From then on, you make an effort to tear up while you have sex from time to time

Because when you do she just fucks you in such a special way!!

So intense, yet not rough

It’s humiliating and uplifting at the same time, if you understand what I mean

“You look so gorgeous whining like this for me, don’t you feel like such a pathetic little slut? I know you do. ‘S okay honey, I’m here to protect you.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Kissing your tears away, even in a non sexual context

I’m such a firm believer that Lottie is very into intimate and personal sex, and nothing is more intimate to her then you letting yourself be emotional in her presence

Natalie

Okay this one’s a little tricky

Early on, you’d be the one crying for sure

Contrary to Lottie, she’s absolutely distraught when you first let tears fall

Like she’s mid thrust and stops, when you look up at her you’re met with a very concerned expression on her face

After which you talk, and she profusely apologizes for hurting you

She would never ever want to hurt you

You have a little talk a few days after that, and she really tries to understand

But I don’t think she’d be into it right away

However once she sees you suck her strap and tear up

She thinks about it way more

Wipes your tears and coos you, all you can really do is just keep going

Asks. for. permission. (this is so important to me) to fuck you to the point of tears

Once you grant it, she looks almost ecstatic, but also a little troubled

Still, it all goes away once she sees the tears spill over your rosy cheeks

I think she’d be a bit meaner about it too, overtime

Not condescending like Lottie, more just playful mocking

“Fuck, you look so good. You like crying for me? Mhm, I fuck you so good it makes you cry?”

And that takes a lot out of her too, she’s very undecided on degradation in general

But once you reassure her and tell her you’re not pretending to like it just for her sake, she experiments more

To Nat, it’s not so much about the vulnerability, more about the fact that she’s doing you so good it makes you cry (as mentioned before)

Okay now if we’re talking about Natalie crying, it’d definitely be wilderness!Nat

More specifically, leader!Nat, when she gets overwhelmed

Thinking about tribbing with her in your hut after hours

You saw that she was a bit needier that day but didn’t think too much of it

And as she gets closer, the tears start falling

You stop and ask her what’s wrong, but she just tells you to keep going

Still, she doesn’t stop crying

Soft sobs and sniffles under you, that finally stop when she cums

After that you clean her up and cuddle with her, attempting to ask what’s wrong again

She tells you all about how Shauna is pissing her off, and that she hates how everyone just relies on her

Practically saying she feels like she’s a bad leader

But the sex and cuddles definitely helped - she says it so nonchalantly too it makes you giggle a little

After that you fall asleep, partially content

[dreamerimpossible]

Ive been obbsesively reading all your Tokyo Revengers works and I REALLY love how accurate they are!! Ive got maybe a strange request, just a bit fluff bit imagine afab reader who loves to sleep topless and let them free, can you rate how much (Souya + Kazutora and whoever else you like) they enjoy it on a scale? :33

His reaction when you sleep topless

Thanks for your request! Unfortunately, I don't write for Souya. I hope you like it, anyway!

Warnings: +18 content

Characters: Mikey, Kazutora, Sanzu, Izana, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kisaki, Hanma

Mikey

6/10

At first, he would be a constant distraction and temptation. So, he wouldn't be able to control himself at first, and that would lead to a lot of sexual situations between the two of you, even if he's tired. However, the more time passes and the busier and more tired he is in general, I highly doubt he'll be able to physically show you his enjoyment. Which doesn't mean he doesn't like you, just that he's just not in the mood. If he's too tempted, he'll make you ride him.

Kazutora

10/10

He likes you too much. He's obsessed with you. He'll take it as an invitation every time, so you have to tell him expressly if you're not in the mood. Actually, if you like to let yourself go, he's the perfect guy for you. But that makes him think he has access to you all the time, so it can be good or bad depending on your preference. It doesn't take long for him to touch you and say lewd things in your ear. He doesn't mind being sleepy or tired. Seriously, he doesn't mind. He's passionate and obsessive; he won't miss a chance to have you.

Sanzu

9/10

He behaves well every time you sleep together. He doesn't get the full score because I don't think he always sleeps with you; there are times when he's busy doing something illegal for fun or working on something even more illegal. So when he is with you, he is always willing to provoke you and let himself go with you. Most of the time he'll get high on your tits or some shit like that. Better for him if you're always there for him.

Izana

5/10

I'd like to give it a higher number, but it's really 50/50. He likes it; he really does. You easily make him lose control, but for that same reason, he hates it at the same time. There are times when he just doesn't want to or can't physically take you properly. So he deeply hates the feeling of lack of control you seem to give his body. I feel, too, that he likes being in control of everything too much, and the fact that you can disarm him like that doesn't make him feel so happy.

Ran Haitani

8/10

You distract him from his sleeping hours. But he likes it, since he can see how much you fall apart with his teasing. I think he has a high libido, so it's very easy to tease him. He focuses a lot on your tits until they're sensitive enough to hurt. He's shameless, so he won't care if you both make too much noise in the night. Honestly, poor neighbours.

Rindou Haitani

8/10

It's a pain when he genuinely wants to sleep. But he just ignores it and focuses on you. It usually ends in an uncontrolled quickie that easily escalates. He'll be much more passionate if he hasn't given you any attention in other aspects of the relationship. He tries to please you as much as he can, so physically showing you that he wants you more than anyone else is a good way to remind you that he's yours.

Kisaki

4/10

He hardly sleeps with you. He's always working or doing something related when you're sleeping. He would like it better if he slept with you all the time. But that's not the case. He sleeps with you from time to time, in case he doesn't have a meeting that day, and even in that situation, he is a reserved person; you will have to show him that you want something more or to pay attention to you in that sense. If you tell him, he'll do it. But if not, he has to be in a certain mood to provoke you.

Hanma

10/10

Even better if you provoke him yourself. He likes it quite a bit, but that situation will make him degrade you much more sexually, which is good if you're into that stuff. He will always take it as an invitation, and if you don't want to, he will be very confused. In case you do want him to, it doesn't take long for him to get sloppy. The only one who could make a show of fucking you in the window or something. Good luck.

[silverskye13]

Hello! I was just wondering but what would happen if Tanguish died for the last time/was running out of time right in front of Helsnight?

Good afternoon! You seem possessed of the desire for heartbreak! This made my hands shake to write, so thank you for that! If you need me I will be pretending it's the coffee jitters!

Helsknight has seen this before. It's been awhile since he's felt it so closely, though. The fainting. The listlessness. The lost time. He's seen it all before. Dead eyed paladins wandering like sleepwalkers through their tasks. The strong made weak by the jaws of the universe as they're eaten away. The long sleep. The watch for waking. The hopeless vigil. The waiting, waiting, waiting, for inevitability. The knowledge that soon, inexorably, like the setting sun, night was falling.

The sun would never rise again, and there would be no stars.

To be swallowed whole by something that doesn't care, that doesn't notice, what it's taking.

Tanguish sleeps more than he wakes now. He looks deceptively peaceful, laying there in bed. Helsknight moved him from the couch weeks ago. He deserves comfort. He deserves peace, and warmth. He deserves... Well. He deserves better. Helsknight can't give him better. Even if he knew what to give, he couldn't bring himself to leave Tanguish's side. Not anymore.

"I would fight the Universe for you if I could," Helsknight tells him, kneeling beside the bed during one more of those long, silent, lonely vigils. He has Tanguish's hand cupped in both of his, the scarred knuckles pressed to his lips. Helsknight doesn't cry. He never cries in front of Tanguish. It feels rude. Disrespectful. This isn't about him. If anything he is just a helpless bystander. He is not to be comforted. "I would pry back the jaws of the Universe if I could reach them in a way that mattered. You know I would."

Tanguish doesn't respond. He's been asleep for a long, long time. Helsknight knows the pattern. The ebb and flow. The drowning slip. Last time it took Tanguish days to wake. He doesn't think this time there will be a waking, but he waits for it anyway. All he has left now is the hope, however fleeting, to see those eyes flutter open, the tired smile and soft voice. Tanguish saying reasonably, as though Helsknight were making a big deal about nothing, "Why are you still here? I'm alright, Helsknight. You don't have to wait for me."

They talked about it, in that rare glimmer when Tanguish was lucid. Helsknight had explained what he knew of what was happening, what he'd seen. He explained the sleep would last longer. That if Tanguish didn't get himself killed, the Universe would simply take him one day, quietly, in his sleep. Tanguish had seemed relieved. He didn't want to die painfully. This was the best possible scenerio for someone who feared hurt and wounding. To slip away, unnoticed, uncaring. It had been a soft conversation, and it had taken all of Helsknight's strength not to be angry. Not to rage in the face of fear and loss. He wanted to be kind for Tanguish. He wanted his friend to leave thinking everything would be okay. He wanted him to feel loved, and looked after, and like the world would mourn his passing but not be broken by it.

This time, there will not be a waking. Helsknight can feel it in his bones. It makes his heart sick. He feels like, if he convulsed hard enough, his soul might vomit, riot out the tangle of emotions he has long grown weary of feeling, that stick in his ribs like claws.

This time, there will not be a waking.

[Tanguish always hated being a burden.]

Helsknight was broken. He sighed a lot. There was something wrong with his stomach and chest, like if he exhaled deeply, smoke and despair would come spooling out of his lungs. He wished he could purge the empty ache buried inside him, calm the nervousness of mourning. There was a little animal inside him that wanted to run, which felt his pain and fear and said something fatal must be happening, and fight or flight should move him to self preservation.

He couldn't bring himself to leave the house. Every moment they had left felt stolen.

Besides, he could run for the rest of his life and never outrun this. He could slay every god and saint in hels and it wouldn't change a thing. Impotence was a poison in his soul.

He felt sick.

"I'm sorry I couldn't fix it," Helsknight whispered, kissing Tanguish's hand gently. "I would have tried harder. You know I would have."

Tanguish had asked him, in one of those rare, lucid moments, not to bother Tango. Just let it happen, he'd said, brushing strands of hair out of Helsknight's face. It's okay, I'm not afraid.

Helsknight didn't know what time it was. He stopped caring about things like that awhile ago.

He kissed Tanguish's knuckles again, and wished he could pour his own life through his skin. Tanguish's hand was warm in his, he'd been holding it so long. It felt stupid, but he spent a lot of time washing his hands now. His hands and his hair. He put on lotion, and honey-scented oils, because Tanguish told him once his sealing wax made him feel safe, and this was the closest smell to it that he had ready. Every time Tanguish woke, he wanted him to be held in kind, gentle hands. To card his fingers through clean, soft hair. To smell safety and comfort. Helsknight kissed Tanguish's knuckles again. It was all he could do. It was all he could do.

Time crawled by like a wounded animal. Helsknight sat very still. He kissed Tanguish's hand when it seemed necessary, the gentle brush of lips against fingers that never moved. Sometimes he would press his thumb to Tanguish's pulse just to remind himself he was still alive, only sleeping. He didn't cry. He said only kind things; whispered poetry, soft platitudes. When his helpless anger abated and left him hollow, in the ebbs and tides it lived in, he prayed. They were hopeless, stupid prayers. He didn't know what to pray for anyway. Only the repeated mantra please, please, please, begging for his Saint to listen to... Something. Please save Tanguish. Please end the waiting soon. Please don't make Helsknight suffer the waiting alone. Please, if he must suffer this, take the feelings away. Take the pain away. Make it stop. Make it stop...

Helsknight knew he fell asleep only because he woke up hours later, and when he woke, he was alone. The bed was empty, blankets barely disheveled. Still, Helsknight was filled with the half-mad thought that Tanguish had woken and crept past him, leaving him to sleep. Helsknight got to his feet, joints protesting after so long waiting in stillness.

"Tanguish?" Helsknight called into the empty room, searching every corner, as though he would be hiding. "Tanguish you shouldn't be up by yourself. Where--?"

Helsknight rubbed sore eyes and walked into the living room. He felt disoriented, not all there, like he'd woken from a bad dream. His mind dragged behind his body, thoughts tilting haphazardly through sleep and stress. He was exhausted. Had he not been sleeping lately? Gods. It was hard to remember.

Helsknight looked quietly around the living room, suddenly confused as to why he'd come in here. He was looking for something... right? Something important. His hands were shaking. He felt sick. Something very, very important. His stomach twisted in knots. His chest hurt. Was he having a panic attack? Why in hels was he having a panic attack?

"I need to lay down," Helsknight said to no one, because no one else was here. When had he gotten into the habit of talking to himself? His chest hurt. He felt sick. He wanted to cry. What the fuck was wrong with him?

[Lost something. Lost something.]

Helsknight stumbled back into his room, his mind a hazy mess. His bed was an oasis of calm in a storm. He needed to lay down. He felt raw and wounded, like someone had reached hands inside him and started pulling out entrails. It was a despair so thick he wanted to vomit. He placed his hands on the bed, steadying himself, trying to convince himself if he could just crawl in--

The bed was cold. Colder than was normal. A tear rolled down his cheek. He could cry now. He was allowed to cry now. No one was here to see.

Why would someone be here? Why would he even need to cry? Helsknight rubbed at his face, and he searched his bed, his nightstand, for anything that made sense.

A little black stone, obsidian, hard to carve and harder to break. There was a name carved there that wasn't his. Memories that had been floating away like fading dreams, fast into the jaws of the void, slammed back into him so hard he staggered. It was a blow that should have killed him. He'd felt gentler wounds from blades in the Colosseum.

Helsknight's reaction was immediate. His breath left him, half gasp, half groan. And he was sobbing, great, wracking, gasping sobs that were halfway screams. Helsknight grabbed the little stone, carved with Tanguish's name, and clasped it to his chest. He clung to it like it could somehow pull Tanguish back to him, like it could tether his soul, already gone. Then Helsknight did scream, because his chest hurt, his soul hurt, and he was powerless, powerless, powerless to do anything about it.

"I didn't mean to forget," he sobbed, his whole body bent in apology, like a sinner at an altar. "I d-didn't mean to forget. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I--"

The night was long.

The world was dark.

Somewhere, a bright, bright star dimmed and died, and no one seemed to notice.

And the Universe said, I do not love you, for I did not make you

And the Universe said, You were never meant to exist, so you do not

And the Universe said, All is right with the world.

Isn't it?

[prettyygirllover]

Moon in the 8th Synastry ‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀‧₊ ---------------------------------------- The Plight of Obsession <3

Today, Tumblrerians I will start this series off with THE INFAMOUS moon in the 8th house synastry... 🍷

(this is also my first post, so I hope you enjoy it, and please give me recommendations in the comments on what I should post next! now enjoy this lengthy post I have awaiting you❣️)

I have had this synastry placement a few times in my life. From my observations, the romantic interactions pertaining to this synastry tend to be more intense than the platonic. But let’s be honest, all 8th house synastry is insane and will drive you to the looney bin😍 unless both people express themselves in healthy ways, but like still. Upon meeting this person, something about them will intrigue you, and something about you will intrigue them. This kind of energy wraps tightly around your heart before you can even realize what is occurring. After you notice these feelings, it is often too late and now you are in for a ride of emotions that honestly is really no longer your choice.

This kind of situation can drive you mad because just one interaction with someone who shares this synastry with you, and it will pull at your heart strings. You sit there wondering why you are so riled up about someone that you don't even know that well. Why you hitch your breath after just one glance from them; and it has only been a week since you've met them you tell yourself. But in that one week that goes by, the thought of them has fully gripped your mind for those seven days. And the nightmare that occurs after you are separated from each other, their energy lingers and you begin to miss them deeply even though you don't even consciously know who they are. Subconsciously however, you know exactly who they are, what they need and desire.

On the other hand, there can also at the same time exist an energy of deep anger and hatred for this person because they trigger suppressed resentment and issues that deeply imbedded within you. Whether it is love or hatred, a common occurrence can be an energy of mutual obsession. Where the both of you are so enamored by each other because you both are experiencing a one of a kind event with one another. Intentional or unintentional, they will trigger everything that you want to hide and keep hidden away from the world. If you had a painful emotional experience from the past, whether or not you addressed it, their presence will remind you of those times. They might not be putting intentional effort to trigger you either, most of the time they’re not even aware, it just happens because their moon (a luminary) illuminates that area of your chart. You’re not the only one who feels it though. They feel it as well. Once again, if you have any dormant emotions, painful experiences from the past that you've overlooked and elements that you haven't processed, if you are suppressing anything, then this can become a painful situation with an obsessive and ruminative energy. Yet, through the pain you will certainly grow. Over time, you will find yourself wanting to dump your trauma on them.

The 8th house is also the house of intense emotions such as deep hatred, but in that space there also exists deep love and devotion. Loyalty is a big theme in this house. However, being around this person can be a mirror in which you see your pain and you are forced to tend to these internal scars. This kind of synastry permanently alters you. You are not the same person as you were before you met them. The beauty of the synastry is the level of vulnerability you could reach with the other person. Yet it is terrifying because that means this person has the same power to hurt you at your most vulnerable.

This synastry is known for creating that hidden hush hush element where you have to hide this connection, and most times there is a forbidden aspect to the connection. I was in a situation like this where I couldn't tell anyone about this connection. There is a mutual obsession and both parties are very highly likely to stalk each other through social media, location tracking, etc. You just have an addiction to stalking each other to be frank. Emotions, obsession, they want to pry into your life, figure out everything about you, they want to know everything you are hiding. They might even have an idea of what you are feeling/hiding since this house is also telepathic. For example, if you left a journal at their house, they 100% would read it because they get so nosy about you haha. Or let's say you're working on your laptop they're gonna stand behind you and try to see what you're doing. It reminds me of the line from Wait a Minute! by WILLOW that says:

You left your diary at my house And I read those pages Do you really love me, baby?

lastly, Hey Boy by Kali Uchis and Omar Apollo

I wonder how you really feel about me  I love those feelings that you bottle you should pour them on me Baby I can't believe you had to live a life without me Come here and show me how you feel I wanna see if it's real

Extra observations:

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This tends to be a telepathic connection. You will feel them at all times. Whether you want to or not, you will feel their presence. If they are around, you will feel it. If they enter the room, you will feel it. Your heart will start beating really fast, nausea (just a bit hopefully??), hands will shake, you get into fight or flight mode basically. And when they leave, you will feel it the most because their presence is adjacent to a high. When they're gone, the high you get from them is gone too. If the relationship is sexual, they want to feel your core emotions they want to destroy your emotional walls and feel the most center parts of you.

There's a kind of sexual obsession that both parties get entangled into with each other. You'll have a desire to connect extremely deeply with them. There's this feeling of wanting to absorb all of them and give yourself to them in return. It's such a down bad feeling lol, like pure desperation and dedication. Like you need them or else you'll die. It's truly a situation where you'll always come back to each other. Now there are instances where this synastry can become negative such as situations of abuse or lack of trust where you definitely should cut them off, it may be gut wrenching and painful that is also one of the lessons of 8th house synastry; to have the courage to move on even though it is extremely hard to do so.

There's this idea of masochism associated with this synastry. Where both parties enjoy suffering at the hands of each other. There is an energy of pleasurable torture that could take place. There is suffering and torture but as long as the two members of the party do it together, they accept it. This is the toxic side of 8th house synastry.

There is extreme possessiveness involved with this synastry that one cannot avoid. You both will never want the other to be with anyone else. The energy of another person's property and ownership gets involved since the 8th house is opposite to and aspecting the 2nd house which is related to personal property and assets; but with the 8th house, it becomes a matter of the property of someone else. You get involved in each other's deep emotions and rich inner life. To put it simply, you feel like you own each other. There is also a blurring of boundaries in all areas of life. You don't know what ends or starts in relation to each other. The planet person might also desire to spoil you with their money and assets. They want to give you nice things.

You both WILL DEFINITELY CRYYYY over each other. Like this synastry is no joke. You can try to avoid it by holding it down in the depths of your soul but this is just something ur ass cannot avoid aajsshhahsjdjjdjdjdjfjfkkfkdjd. Most of the time, you both won't even know that you're crying over each other because you want to keep your feelings hidden to protect yourself. Anyways, the sexual tension you can cut with a knife. I think I will make a whole separate post about that. But yall this will kinda take over your whole life. The intense eye contact WILL happen as well, there's no way around it. You both are going to love staring in each other's eyes too, there's a rush that comes with the eye contact. You can only dream of touching each other. To put it simply 8th house synastry is all about deep care, deep devotion, deep intimacy, money, ownership, other people's resources, painful emotions, intense sexual energy, tears, binding love, eye contact, gifts, suffering, intense attachment, possession of each other, undying obsession, sacrifice for each other, and "I'll never forget you". Think MORTICIA AND GOMEZ OMGGG

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Here is a collage that is a visual representation of 8th house synastry:

Here's a guide to let you know if you have 8th house synastry:

House Person Planet Person

Aries rising — Scorpio moon

Taurus rising — Sagittarius moon

Gemini rising — Capricorn moon

Cancer rising — Aquarius moon

Leo rising — Pisces moon

Virgo rising — Aries moon

Libra rising — Taurus moon

Scorpio rising — Gemini moon

Sagittarius rising — Cancer moon

Capricorn rising — Leo moon

Aquarius rising — Virgo moon

Pisces rising — Libra moon

Bye for now, my loves <3 please give me any requests in the comments. I will definitely be doing more posts on 8th house synastry and have no intention to stop either.

Drink your water, take a breath, and eat your fruits.

I love you !!!!!

Best,

prettyygirllover <3

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I love your Hwang brothers fics, I sobbed so hard reading funeral pyre and I was wondering if you have any headcanons about the Hwang brothers growing up 🫶 (I want them to be happy so much)

Thank you very much ♡

Hwang Bros Headcanon

*Apologize if it’s not all fluff and happy. I could not help myself. There might be more from me in the future where they got to truly be happy together.

When his step mom was pregnant, In-ho was a little unsure about having a baby brother. Maybe, very deep down, a part of him was worried his dad would replace him with the new kid and he’d be “left behind”.

He, of course, kept his worries to himself.

However, the first time he met and held baby Jun-ho, all wrapped up burrito style in a blanket, baby Jun-ho wrapped his tiny, tiny hand around In-ho’s finger, and In-ho knew from that moment that this was his baby brother, his blood, he loved him and he would do anything to protect him.

After their father’s untimely demise, In-ho became both a brother and a father figure to Jun-ho.

He loved Jun-ho unconditionally, that was a fact, but he was only a young man who was forced to become the man of the house when he was nowhere near ready, after his father left. The ‘taking care of his step mom’ and ‘being a father figure to his baby brother’ could very understandably be overwhelming, even for In-ho. And Jun-ho just… would not stop following him around when In-ho needed some alone time.

In-ho didn’t mean to snap and raise his voice at Jun-ho.

He was only aware of what he’d done after Jun-ho ran away from him, crying.

Guilt was fast to swallow him whole.

He tried approaching Jun-ho, who was hiding under the bed, tried softly coaxing him to come out in a gentle voice and saying that he was sorry and that he didn’t mean to raise his voice.

It took a while, but in the end Jun-ho crawled out from under the bed and into In-ho’s arms.

In-ho knew, from that moment, he hated seeing Jun-ho cry. Hated seeing Jun-ho upset and in pain. It pained him to see his brother in pain.

That’s why In-ho didn’t hesitate to say he’d give Jun-ho his kidney when Jun-ho got sick.

The doctors and his own step mother explained to him the risk of the surgery and what a “big deal” donating an organ to someone was. They asked if In-ho was absolutely sure. But In-ho knew the risk. And he knew that he didn’t care about his own life or health. As long as Jun-ho was okay. Jun-ho had to be okay.

The surgeries went well, both for himself and for Jun-ho.

A part of him got to be with his brother forever, and a part of In-ho could not help feeling that glimpse of pride somewhere in his chest.

Also he got to use the “I gave you my kidney” card to make Jun-ho listen to him every time he was teaching Jun-ho Jun-ho’s homework (that Jun-ho did not want to do) or trying to make Jun-ho study for his upcoming exam.

Jun-ho’s first heartbreak? It was In-ho’s shoulder he cried on.

Jun-ho’s first screwup? It was In-ho who got him out of the trouble.

And when Jun-ho came up to him one day and said “I’m gonna be a police — a good police — just like you, hyung,” In-ho had never been more proud.

When In-ho lost his wife and child, he thought he lost everything. But then Jun-ho was there, and In-ho realized: no, he hadn’t lost everything.

If there was the one thing that made In-ho doubt his own decision to return to the game as the Front Man, it was Jun-ho.

In the end, In-ho did what he thought was right for him. Abandoning Jun-ho hurt as much as losing his wife and child, but In-ho did what he had to do.

When he knew it was his own brother infiltrating the island, that fear he felt when his wife was dying came back, because now Jun-ho — the idiot, In-ho’s idiot — might get himself killed. Why couldn’t Jun-ho just accept that In-ho was gone?

But deep down, In-ho knew his brother was never a quitter.

The mission was more about finding, saving Jun-ho and getting him as far away from the island as possible (for Jun-ho’s own safety) than it was about finding the intruder and defending the game.

In-ho knew, when he held out his hand for Jun-ho on the cliff, Jun-ho would not take it. Jun-ho was too noble for that. Still something in In-ho’s chest ached when Jun-ho refused his hand. That sentimental part inside In-ho still wished Jun-ho would take his hand. It’s me, your brother, I’m still me.

It was either In-ho pulling the trigger or the Soldiers killing Jun-ho. So In-ho did the one thing he could do that could still save Jun-ho’s life. A bullet to the shoulder was nonfatal. He called Captain Park and orchestrated a rescue mission as soon as he could.

Once Jun-ho was rescued and sent to a hospital, In-ho had his men keep tabs on Jun-ho and report directly to him daily ever since.

So far, Jun-ho had been staying away from the island (In-ho had made sure of that). Good. This was for Jun-ho’s own safety.

Jun-ho could think that In-ho betrayed him (in a way, In-ho did), Jun-ho could hate him now, and that was… that was fine.

In-ho would rather Jun-ho hate him if it meant he got to protect and keep Jun-ho safe. Even from afar.

For those of you who are new here, you can find my fic about In-ho and Jun-ho here

Funeral Pyre (A Hwang Bros fic) on Archive of Our Own

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How would they punish their darlings? I kinda find it impossible to imagine how Diluc would and could ever punish his darling though lmao, but he does have to remind them to behave one way or another, right?

TW: this entire post is about punishments from yanderes so assume the worst and proceed with caution.

I've mentioned everyone's punishments except Diluc's 😭

In Childe's yandere alphabet, he does something akin to punishing a kid. Time out and spankings are his preference, mostly because he enjoys humiliating you, but make him angry enough and he will do worse, more painful, and very traumatizing things although this is rare.

Scaramouche uses forms of borderline torture, such as in "Tell Me You Love Me," where he asks if you'd rather kneel on rice or go hungry for a week. He also utilizes solitary confinement as well. He prefers more hands off punishments, wanting them to be painful enough to remember, but not physically taxing.

And Diluc, as I said, doesn't punish, but of course, it begs the question: why does his darling stay?

Initially it was out of shock. You couldn't believe that Diluc would do something like this and when he gives you his reasons, that he just wants to protect you, you try to believe him. It's not like he's actually hurting you, right? But it's also not like you can fight back, there's only so much you can do against a great sword and a vision.

When months go by and you believe that Diluc is all talk, you begin being more defiant. Seeing what buttons you can push before he gets angry with you. And the answer is: all of them. The walls of the manor are your playground and you can stop on them however you please. His only rule is that you can't leave.

So when you actually do, or try to, on a stormy night, he's seeing red. Anger like he's never experienced before clouds his mind and he acts rashly. Diluc strikes you, right across the cheek for the very first time. His big hand showed your face little mercy and it's it wake, left a stinging, hot pain. You can look as surprised as you want by it, he won't listen to you when he's like this.

Wrestled to the ground, in the rain and in the mud, Diluc restrains you with the only thing he can get his hands on. His belt. And you're dragged back into the walls of the manor dumbfounded.

Diluc doesn't punish exactly. But he does restrain. The second you attempt to step one foot out of the manor, you're strapped down like a patient in a psych ward. Whether it be to your bed or to a chair. And trust, Diluc feels awful doing such a thing to you. That's what he tells you. It's for your own safety.

Even as you spit your food at him as he feeds you, your hands still tied behind your back, he takes it in stride. Because you're still here, you're still with him, and that's all that matters.

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Riddle Rosehearts with a Siren reader from Jibaro

A/N: "It's weird that I don't have writer's block... I actually have a lot of ideas in my head that I really want to write but due to classes I can't seem to find any time for my hobbies anymore."

Warning: Blood Consumption, Slight Angst

The Siren or The Golden Woman is a character from Netflix's animation series, "Love, Death, and The Robots". She's the love interest of the deaf soldier from the Jibaro episode, directed by Alberto Mielgo.

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• Your and Riddle's friendship is rather complicated yet it cannot be called a mere acquaintance. Although you don't really talk much you use arm swaying movements to communicate with others, it's almost like some sort of dance or another version of sign language. Rook likes to decipher these actions of yours and Kalim likes to dance with you.

• However, that doesn't mean he tolerates how you let your numb skull friends break the rules in the Heartslabyul dorm. He sometimes wonders if Ace and Deuce became affected by your... tendencies to cause trouble and wreak havoc across the campus. But you only do that as self-defense, as Grim says on your behalf.

• But why in Twisted Wonderland would you randomly scream at people as a defense mechanism? ← Riddle thought as if he doesn't do that himself.

• Riddle never heard you talk but he has heard some rumors associated with your loud screaming. It seems like there's a record of many Savanaclaw beastmen who tried to gang up on you, suddenly did these unusual body movements in reaction to your screaming. As if they're in a trance trying to dance with you but failed miserably.

• The Faculty and Staff were called numerous times to break it up when the students started fighting themselves. When the students snap out of it they don't remember what happened. The only thing they described was hearing beautiful singing, which doesn't make sense...

• Is this your Unique Magic? It's a little similar to Ruggie's Laugh With Me with a mix of Jamil's Snake Whisper, albeit more violent. Because of those incidents, you'd been put into the avoid-at-all-costs pedestal in the student body.

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• The first time he interacted with you was in the cafeteria. Back when he was, ahem, overly strict before his Overblot. He did not like how the collared fool named Ace described him and had second thoughts about removing his collar. Before he could scold Ace, you suddenly leaped onto the table and proceeded to stare at him while moving your head from side to side.

• That was also the moment where he first learned how instinctual you can be when you feel threatened. He yelped and backed away from you, not without uttering an excuse about another rule being violated. On that day, he thought that you were the same as Floyd. Weird and eccentric.

• Riddle wanted to collar you at that moment but he remembered that you had no magic, so he didn't. But by the Great Sevens, he was proven wrong. Deadly wrong. He had become one of the victims that had fallen to the extent of the severity your magic can go.

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• Him Overblotting was far too unsightly of a dorm leader. He broke too many rules, hurt too many of his dormmates, nearly destroyed his dormitory, unaware that his own mother created a monster like him. He held on to his delusions of following every rule down to every detail of it, thinking it was the best for him. But no...

• He knew that it wasn't. He knew deep down that he was hurting others, his friend Trey, but he denied it because they broke the rules. So he punished them because he was right and that he should teach them not to break another rule.

• But what rule is suitable for this? His demented form? His Overblot rampant for control? Who is even right? What rule should he follow to make the pain stop? His mother didn't teach him this... Was what Trappola said was right?

• The thoughts and memories of his past worsened his condition and only made him more mad. He felt his head pounding too much. The black tears of ink wouldn't stop. He hadn't this felt vulnerable and helpless in a long time. It seems that the time he spent with his mother managed to numb the pain as well as his emotions.

• His vision turned dark as the blot consumed him. He cannot breathe. The monster was slowly killing him. Riddle in turn slowly embraces the void, embracing his final moments.

• Somebody... Anybody... Please... Save... Him.

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• ... But it was too late for him.

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"Everyone... Run... Ake... Cov....!"

• At least he get to hear Trey's voice one last time. His voice was panicked and muffled by the blot but nonetheless, Riddle wants to hear it.

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"Yuu! What... doing...?!.... Dangerous...!!"

• Was that your name? Trey is yelling at you. What were you doing?

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"GET BACK!"

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• Riddle cradled his head as a piercing shriek breaks the sound barrier, the void around him started falling apart from the shockwaves.

• It sounds awful... Like a thousand banshees shouting and crying inside his head...

• How it painfully reminded him of his mother yelling at him!

• How it sounded like her voice multiplied in every direction surrounding him and started screaming at him...!

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• But it stopped. Everything went silent...

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• The cries of the damned were replaced by beautiful melodic singing...

• ... It was hypnotizing him.

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"Riddle! Snap out of it!"

"Rosehearts! Stop this madness!"

"Riddle, please, can you hear us?"

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• Outside from Riddle's caged mind, his Overblot form and monster were in a spiral, desperately fighting back to whatever magic you've casted upon him. The more you screamed, the more Riddle suffered.

• Thank the Sevens Crowley managed to make himself useful and evacuated the rest of the students. Otherwise they'd fall under your magic's attack range too. Trey and Cater made a good call summoning magic shields around themselves before you attacked.

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• Riddle, who is now covered in ink from head to toe, is thrashing and destroying everything that comes near him. His Blot monster kept bashing its head on the ground. You were unfazed by his sudden change of aggressiveness and screamed louder.

• Even if he threw projectiles at you, your shrieks' shockwaves would deflect it with strong gusts of wind. Cracks began to appear on the monster's glass head.

"W-what's happening to him...?"

"He's weakened by Henchman's Unique Magic!"

"Eh?! You mean Siren! Yuu's Unique Magic is enough to make him like this?!"

"Focus, Deuce!"

"R-right, sorry!"

"Time to end this, guys... Split Card!"

"He's almost down. Cover us, Yuu! Doodle Suit!"

"I summon forth... Cauldron!"

"Fnyaaaagh!"

A̷̞̖̤̩̰̭̼̹͇̘͇̫̭̠ͭͤ͑̈͐̽͛͗̂̆͊̾ͥ̄ͪ̑̎̈̆̀͢͡҉͟҉̶̷̷̨̡̛̀͘̕̕͘͟͟͟͞͠͡A̷̍̓̋̂͘͠͝A̷̶̗͍̺̱͎̠͓̙̖̞̱͇̩͈̒͆ͨͬ̎̌͒͑̓̊͒̈̑̇ͪ͂͝ͅ͏̡̧͜͟͟͢͞͠͝҉́̀͠͠A̳̬͉̫̥̤̩̰̺̯͍͉̪͈̭̜̮̣̣ͬͨ̅̈́ͣͬ͌ͦ̚҉̸̵̡̧̧A̲̫̤̫̥̟͚͕̞̦̣̭̦̞͍̣̮͉̺̮͛ͭ̽ͣͬ̓ͧ̀̐̅ͅͅͅA̵̷̶̧̪͇͈̖̖͔̺̙̦͆̇́̆̏̋̓ͥ̍̓͌͆͂͗̄ͪͯ̚҉̡̡͏̸̶̶̛̕͢͡A̵̷̧̡̛̦̭̰̟͇̯̱͙͇̣̖̩̻̞͙̰̪̱̫͔ͮ͂ͧ̉͋̎ͨ̃ͥ͋̈̀́̕͝҉͡҉̴͠҉̸̡̡̡̀͜͡͝A̷͈̭̠̗͍̹̠̙̗͙͕͎͍̘̥̥̜̹͚̺͚̍ͪ̾̎̔̔ͪ̉ͣͣ̾̊͗̇́ͣ̍̆͐͋͟͠ͅͅ҉̶̛́̕͟͟͢͡À͍̹͉̟̞̼̰͈̻̱̞̥̰͊͒̃̈̓́̿͐ͯ̑͑̍͂ͬ̇ͪ̀̆̚͡ͅͅǍ͚̮͈̰̤͍̹̖͚̮̤͉ͥͬ̏̒̈͌̒̅͆͊̌ͥ͒̔ͮ̂́̀͢͟͟͝҉̧̛̕A̦͎̫͊̈́̌̄̅̓ͦ͂ͬ̔̓̅̍̂ͯ̈́ͭ͂̓͝A̶̷̴̷̸̢̧̡̡̨̡̛̗̖̥͉̰̞̫͉̦̮̦̹̗̗̭̒̋̕͘͘͜͜͟͢͢͞͏̶̕͏͏A̛̪͍̗͈̤͔̗̠͉̯̮͍̬̪͓̭͕̱̫̞͍̺̗ͮ̓ͦͪ̄͛̄̎ͮͫ͌̽ͧ̈̓ͧ̽̃̽ͮ̐ͭ̕͜͟͜͠͝ͅͅ҉̶̴̧̨̀͟͜Ȧ̲̟̭̪̺̜̻̞̹̯͕̱͋ͥͤͩͦ͊̀̕͏̧A̢̠̻̠̩̜̥̩͙̺̓ͤ̾̓ͥ̏͛̅̔̉ͥ̾ͭ̌͋ͦͤ̇͐ͭ̆̚Ą̵̵̸̨̛̗͈̜̱̞̞͓̹͓̩̼̪̙̯̹̠̜̩͙̙͕͈͔̮̓ͤ̑̕͢͜͟͞͏̨̡͢͢͢À̶̷̵̴̧̢̛̜̯̩͕̟̟̞͈̒̅̇̀̇̔ͭ̔̄̄͆͑ͥ̂̃̉́͘̕͟͞͞͞ͅ҉̷̨̨̛̀͘͠͞Ȃ̮͈̝͈̩͈͚͙̭̙̪̦̺͚̾͆͆́̃͋͂͆͐͆ͭ̋̓Å̵̷̡̼͖͕̪̱̠͓̼̪̜̕̕͢͏͏̷͝A̜̘̺̭̰̤̱̲ͩ̃̅̀͐͋ͤ͐ͪ̅ͣͬ̌̊̐̽̆̃͒̿͛̿̌̉̀ͫ̉̀̀͘͟͟͢҉̴̸̨͜͠͡À̷̴̸̢̛͚̲͉̠̞̺̭̘̐ͬͥ́͗̏̊̆̾̒̒ͥͭ̽̋̓̑̀̀͘͞͞͝͡Ą̴̷̢̢̨̧̛͇͖͓̟̪͗̓͑̂́́̀̚͘͢͜҉̷̛̀̀͘͜͠͝͡͡A̢̹̥̬̖̘̘͓̥̮͕͋̐͆͌͑͋́ͬ͆ͫͪ̅̔́̊̋͆ͧ̈́ͧ̆ͯ͌̄̆́͟͝ͅ͏͝Ą̸̴̸̧̨̡̫̫̠̳͉͓̦͓̘̯̳͖̣͎̲͕̟̠̔̃̽́ͪ̔ͮ̅ͩ̎̔͂̉̇͒ͬ̏́̀̕͢͟͞͝͞͠ͅÀ̧̡̛̛̩̻̫͚̞̹̱̙̝̩̘̩̟̠̥̐̈́̾͊ͨ͊͢͜͡͏̶̵̷̴̴̵̧̨̨̕͜͢͏́Ȃ͇͉̣͎̇ͬ̾̇ͦͮ͂̈́̾͗̓̍̂̈ͦ͜͡͠҉̷̴̢̢̛͜͡͝҉Ą̶̴̸̨̧̛͉̠̦̤͔͓̯̠͎̩͉͐̄ͭ̎ͮ͊̌̓́̅̎̇ͦ͐̇҉̵̵̨̧͘͘͏̴̴̵̵̡̧Ã̷͚̗̞̗͎͎̳̑̆́̅ͭ̌̑̌̓̈ͯ͌ͤ͗ͭ̀͒͛ͮͮͩ̚͘҉̶̡̡̛̛͘͘͘͟͞҉̴̸̷̷̢̛́͘̕͟͢͡͠Ả̦̞̠̳̱̙̠̺̿̓ͯ͆͂̈̀ͯ͝͏̨̀͘͟͟͟͠͏̴̧̢̨͘͘͘̕͜͜͞͠͡͏̴Ȁ͖̲̩̤͇̞͇͚̞̭͈̤̱̞̖͂̿͒̓ͩ͆̀̾̏ͣ̀̒͂͑̈́̿̿ͪ͐͐̃̆ͮͯ͊ͅ͏̴̛̀́͟A̹̱̩̯͖̳̤̼͍͔̞̬̘̖̥̫͍̦͎̺͕̭̰̤͛ͨ̆ͤ͋̇̄͌̆̽ͥͪ̓̄ͥ̅̒̕ͅ҉A̴̴̶̸̶̶̡̦̣͈̯̤̖̯̣͙̖̪̫͕͕̲̼͍͍̪͎̲̩͜͟͝ͅ͏́Ā̶̸̵̸̢̛̬͇̫̺̜̖̫͉̫̟̹̳̥̪ͫͭ̓ͤ͑̎͐̐͆͆̇͌͊͊̽̄̏͗́̂͘͢͢͢͜͟͠͝͞҉̴̛͏̵̸̧́͘A̸̛͕̭̫̜̳̲͍͈̪͍̫͓̞͓̠͈ͦ͊͐̽͆͊̿̍̽ͥͮ̈́ͬ̈ͯ̈́̎͑͒ͫ̀̅̅͝ͅĄ̴̴̵̴̡̦̪͕̭͕͚͚̝͉̝̻̙͓̤͚̩̫̯̥̞͔̗̑̽͑́̔̂͌̓̽ͤ̀̈ͨ̈́̔̉͋̏̍ͫ̈́̆ͭ͆̎́͢͠͠҉̷̷̧҉̀Ă͖̥̘̺͖̭͙̗̗̰͔̹̱͚͓̣̺̥̳͇͍̏̐̈ͥ̀ͤ͂̎ͨ̀̓̆̌͠͏͘͟͡҉͏͏̴̶̡͠͏̧̧̛́̀͘͟͞͞͡͠͠҉A̛̛͖͙̠̭̼̟̱̘̤̬͙̦͓͉̖͉ͫ̀̐̈́̍̒͒ͣͮ̌ͨͨ̒͗̽̋ͧͯͤ̚̚̚͘͜͜͟͡͝ͅͅA̷̛̘̰͍͉͔̥̹͚͖̮͇̦̻̪͚̪̮̗͚̳̮̫͚̜͌̈͗ͭ̎̅ͨͫ̆ͯͦͦ̿̈́̈́ͩ͊̐ͮ̆ͩ͑ͨA̵͈̼͇̠̩̤̱̮̳̠̝͕͛ͧͩ̃̅̈̍̾͊́̈́̌̀ͦͩͦͨ̋ͦ̌̃̅͏̵͢҉̶̡̛́̀͠͏͏͏͏͝A̸͎̤̞̝͕̗͕̣̣̼̫̻̾̓ͮͬ̄ͨͣ͆̀͢͏҉͜͜҉̸̕A̶̶̸̡̧̨̧̹̪̬̩͖͖͈̭͔̯ͥͬͩ͗̒̌̾ͣ̑́́́͘͘̕̕͘͟͜͟͟͝͡͠͡͝͡͝ͅÁ̵̡̫̭̩̙͎̺̞̝̹̥̝̤̯͖̆̈́̉̈́̊͊͑ͮ̀́̚͘͘͜͢͞͠͏̀͏͏҉̸̡̀A̛̰͓̬̙̮̖̫̤̙͍̤̘͚͕̱̬̱̝̗̪͖̲̅ͨͣ̀̓̎̎̿̊̑̌̓͒ͮ͜͠҉̶̛͢͏̶̴̸̨̡̀̀͘͝͞Â̱͈̬̘̥̟͕̘̘͙̺͉͍͕͇͖̄͋ͩ́ͦ̓̌̊ͦ͐̂͛̈̽́͟͝͏̶̷̸̸̵̵̨̧̢́́̀͘͘͘͟͜͟͜͡͡͝Ą̷̧̜̮̲̟̥͎͕͉̖͉͖̩͈̮̺̂͘͢͝͠͞͠͏͞Ạ̴̶̢̠͎͖̥̙͙̱̼̯̻́̐̑̽̈́͆̊̂ͫͬͤͯͨ̾̔̑̈ͩ͛ͣ̎̏̆̏ͯ̓̊͘͟͜͠͞͝͏̧̛́̕͟͜͡Ą̸̷̷̴̡̛̪͙̻͇̬̲͖̪͖̅̌̓̆͊ͨ̏̿̓͆͑̄̍ͦ̊ͮ̇͋̏͌̾̑̾̈̍ͧ͜͟͞͞͡͡͠͞ͅA̬̭͉͙͓͖͇̰͇͍̾͂̄ͯ̔̉̿ͮ̍͆ͮͨ̚A̸̵̡̢̠̞̳͓̦̹ͬ̊ͭ͆͗͂ͮ͊͘͘͡͝͠ͅ҉̵̶̵̴̡̢̧͟͜͡͠͠͝҉̸҉A̶̶̧͈̝̞̻̺̙̭ͫ̐̀͘̕͘̕͟͝҉҉͢Ạ̷̧̡̛̛̓́͟͜͠͝͝͝Ǎ̷̡̢̛͔̠̭̙̣̖͎̬͈̥́ͬ̋͂͂ͤ͋ͧ͑ͩ̂̽ͯͮ̒̅ͪ̀̊̒̎ͩͨ̈́̈͌͢͝͞͠ͅÂ̸̧̪ͮ̋͌̎̉͋ͨ͑̊̎ͩ̈́̎͒̀͜͝҉̸͜͞͡A̴̧̧̢̢̨̘̠̹̱̻̤͖̫̯̞̬͖̗̠͚̳̲͓̪̿̍ͨͦ͛̓̍͊̀͊͗́ͣ̚͡͞͏͢҉̷̸͘͏Ą̴̸̵̴̛̻͓̯̞͇̻͢͟͠͡҉̵҉̶̴̡̛̕͘͜͜͜͡͠Ą̵̹̮̭͉̦̺͔̆͟͝͡͡͞Ą̴̷̡̨̨̧̨̰͔̱̻̺͓͇̩̝̺̣͉̦̗̳͆̀ͦ̆ͧ͛ͨ͆ͯ̅ͫ̽̊̄̅̓ͬͦͣ̍ͪ̋̎̚͘͘͘͢͟͡͝͞A̢ͯ̍͑͐̎̆̅͛̅͒̉̒͋ͣͤ̅͂̆̐ͨͭͤ̐ͣ̚҉̀͏̶̷̸̸̵̨̢̧̢̡̡̛̛́͘͢͠͡͞͝͠͝A̘̱̪͎̟̯̪̔͗̄ͫ̋ͧ͌̄͊͛̈́ͫ̍͆ͬ͛ͤͧ҉̶́҉̸̴̨̢̡́́͢͟͡͝A̷̶̴̵̡̛̘̩̙̯̜̩̦̟̱̼̤͉̭̲̟̹͇̯̗̱̘̲̔ͥ̌̅̒̽́̀́͘͢͜͜͞͠͏̵̡́̀͢͞҉̨͏̧͟

A̭̦̫ͧ̎͘͜A̍ͧA̴̞͇ͫ̈́ͫͧͥ̀ͅÄ̵̼̮́ͩ̍A͖͢G̨̛͔̜̦̮̪̐̉̇̊̀̀͠G̷̟͍̳̭ͪ̈ͪͦHͬ̏̽̾͂H͚̘͍̾̒̇H̸̗̩͍̘̓̈ͦ̍͛͞!̢̈̕!̵̧̬͝!̨̨͖̦̩̱͑ ̺̰̺͛͗̈̾̃҉҉͞Ḙ͎͖͍͇̊̂̇ͥN̯̯̤̮͔̐̈́ͤ̎Ǫ̴̤̥̻̦ͦͭ͊̚͜U͎͋̑̀Gͩ̕H̛҉!̺͕̄̒̑̃̀͠҉͢͞!̢̢͉̃ͥ̀͡!̠̱̟̹͟͞͏ ͍ͣ͏Ǫ̼̫̺ͭͬ̎F̖̰̞͎̆ͣ̄̅F̛̮̳̩͉̦ͪ͘͘ ̼͉̯͊̏̊̄W̲̪͙I̴͔͈̙͓͌͒͂́͘͢͞T̞͈̪͢H̡̧̹͚̪ ̛̟͍̘̭͟A̵̡̡̯̎̋́͘L̴͎̜̀Ļ̷͉̰̠̉͗ͅ ̸̙̙̣̤̦͒̏̿̕͜Ý̙̗̰ͥ̓͜͏̡̢͢O͇͚͖̩ͪͮ͑Ȕ̟̞͈͎̰̐̽ͪ̃͜͢͝͠R̷͞͝ ̘͎̒̑͊͞H̬ͯ̒̎́҉͏̨E̴̛͈͔̠Ẻ͓̦̘E̪̹ͣ͊͊͆͆Ȃ̶̢̛͖͚̹̙̄ͣ̄̉́A̛̝̤A̸̸̝̻̥̣ͣ̽͏Ą̡̘͢D̗̙̹̟̓̄̓̕͡S̴̥̟͎!͈̭͉̥͏̶̡̕͠!̢̢̠̜̌̒̾ͣ͆̕͟!̟̰̣ͤ҉

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{NRC – Infirmary}

• Riddle woke up in the school infirmary. He sat up with a ringing noise in his head. He tries to recall the things that happened but the headache prevented him from doing so. The boy was surprised by Trey, Cater, and the rest of the troublemakers appearing by his side. They looked relieved, tears welled up in Trey's eyes and he says something...

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• ... He can't hear him... Why can't he hear him? Is it because of the ringing? What is he saying?

"...Mnh?... Trey?... Cater?..."

"Riddle! You're okay! A-are you okay? Does your head hurt?"

"Dorm Leader Rosehearts! He's awake!"

"Ssshhhh! His head might still be ringing!"

"... H-huh?"

• Trey and Cater were right up beside him immediately, checking on him. The students behind them couldn't believe it but they were relieved to see him awake.

"Siren! Yuu's magic did quite a number on you, dorm leader... Maybe you should rest more-- Woah!"

"H-Hey, Riddle! Don't sit up yet, you just woke up. There, there, relax."

"Are you in any pain right now? You look a little pale..."

"I... I... Can't... You..."

• They're mouths were moving but no sounds came out no matter how hard Riddle strained his ears.

"What is it? Can you speak louder? What's wrong?"

"Trey.. I can't hear you."

"W-what?"

"I-i can't hear what you're saying, Trey. I can't hear all of you! I c-can't- I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING!"

"Dorm Leader, calm down! Take deep breaths."

"It's alright, just look at us. Everything will be fine."

"He can't hear us?"

"His condition is worse than I thought. Did his Overblot perhaps took his ability to hear?"

"Everyone, please get out of the infirmary. He needs space."

• The students of Heartslabyul left the room but Ace, Deuce, Grim and you stayed behind. Riddle's hands cupped his tear stained face as his sobbing intensifies.

"We're so sorry, Riddle... Don't worry, the Infirmary Ghosts can help you. We'll be right here every second."

"Yeah, you'll get your hearing back in no time!"

"... I'm... sorry... I'm sorry..."

"E-eh?"

"I'm so sorry... *sob*.... *sob*... I've been so horrible to all of you.... *sob*...."

"Woah. Dorm Leader Riddle Rosehearts crying? Oh. My. Sevens."

"Cater."

"Sorry, Trey, it's just... I never see him cry his eyes out like this."

"... *sob*.... It's all my fault... it's my own fault...! ... *sob*... You were right... *sob*...!"

• Ace stepped closer to Riddle. The crying boy saw him and cried even harder.

"T-Trappola... I'm sorry... I did want that Mont Blanc tart! I really did... *sob*... I felt bad for tossing it away... But I had to follow the rules... *sob*... I'm so sorry...!"

• Riddle let out all of the pain, all of the guilt, all of the regret he bottled up throughout his life. Ace decided to forgive him for admitting his defeat but left his reasons of doing so for another day once Riddle is healed.

• Moments later, the Infirmary Ghosts appeared and checked on Riddle's vitals. Riddle finally stopped his crying, he still hopes to reconcile with Ace. He knows that his wrongdoings will not be forgiven... He does not deserve to be called a dorm leader if all he ever do is hurt his own dormmates.

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"He's healthy now and the blot is all gone. There's nothing clogging his ear canals, no bleeding. In fact, his ears look fine."

"We don't know why he lost his hearing. Maybe it's because of a concussion?"

"The students did give him a beating but that's unlikely."

• A few hours passed by. The Ghosts became puzzled and made Riddle recite the 810 rules to check for brain damage, using a notebook and pen to communicate. Riddle perfectly recalled all of the rules. The Ghosts then asked Riddle to recall his dormmates' and classmates' names as well as their appearances. Riddle remembered all of them correctly. This made the Ghosts even more puzzled.

"Looks like Yuu's magic worked too well on him."

"This was caused by magic? If so by whom?"

"Siren! Yuu's Unique Magic."

"My Henchman's Unique Magic makes them scream very loud. They can hypnotize people with it and make them go crazy."

"Really? That's some frightening magic you got there, kid..."

"Suppose that they've used it to make him deaf?"

"To cover us when we subdued him. Riddle looked like he was in great pain the whole time."

"Ah, I see."

"Well, every mage's magic gotta have some kind of loophole or weakness around it, right?"

• The Ghosts turned to ask you if there's a cure, to which you nodded yes. You took a scalpel and pierced it across your palm. Everyone was taken aback when droplets of your blood dripped on the floor but you ignored them and grabbed a teacup by Riddle's bedside. Your blood soon filled half of the cup and you gave it to Riddle.

• Riddle looked at you with shocked eyes and rejected the gesture. You insisted to lift the cup to the boy's mouth.

"W-w-what? What are you...?"

"I think Henchman wants Riddle to drink it."

"Huh?!

"What?!"

"B-but that's...!"

"I dunno! It's what my Henchman is doin'!"

"What the hell?! Don't you think it's... I don't know... Weird and gross?!"

"Hmm... If it's the only way then we don't see why not."

• The Ghosts wrote on the notebook, instructing Riddle to drink the blood. Riddle, who literally saw you cut your own skin, closed his eyes and hesitantly gulped it all down. Coughing as the metallic taste of the red liquid lingered on his tongue.

• You bandaged your bleeding palm and left the room with a theatrical bow. This moment became a core memory of the group's earliest impression of you.

"Fnyagh... I think they're tired from all that screaming. I'm gonna go rest with them. A fight like that surely made me sleepy. Hey, Henchman! Wait for the Great Grim!"

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• One day later, Riddle finally got back his hearing and the headache he had disappeared. He recovered with no complications. His dormmates' planned to throw an Unbirthday Party for him in his recovery. However, Riddle's guilt has not left his mind.

"Ace Trappola."

"Uh, yes?"

"I... heavily apologize for how I treated you... how I treated all of you with strict cruelty. I see now that not all can follow the rules like how I was raised to... And that I shouldn't enforce such rules and give harsh punishments because of one's trivial or small mistakes... From now on, I'll take time to reflect on my actions and the effects it has on others... From this day forward, I, Riddle Rosehearts, hereby back down as dorm leader of Heartslabyul--"

"Sorry, dorm leader but you can't."

"P-pardon?"

"The title of dorm leader sounds nice but I don't want the strings attached to it. No one can handle the responsibility like you can, no one puts more effort into the duty of the title like you do, no one is more suitable for a dorm leader like you are. Besides, I didn't ask you to a Mage's Duel to take your position. I want you to see how much of a heartless snob you were. You were at fault for mistreating your dormmates. Trey and Cater are also at fault for letting you mistreat them for a long time. That just isn't right."

"I'm sorry too for turning a blind eye all this time as vice dorm leader. I was too cowardly to face him."

"Me too. I should've looked out for you guys as your senior. Some friends we are, huh?..."

"But that's alright. I'm sure your dormmates can forgive you guys and give you a second chance."

"Y-You really think so?... Will they forgive me? After all I've done?"

"Of course, we forgive you, Riddle. As your friends, we're here to help you whenever you need."

"Yups! Totally vote for a second chance! Just don't overdo it next time and have some more mercy, dorm leader!"

"On behalf of the Heartslabyul dorm, we still want you as our dorm leader!"

"I... I-I'm...thank you, everyone... thank you all so mu--"

"BUT I STILL HAVEN'T FORGIVEN YOU!"

"E-eh?!"

"Ace!"

"NO, DON'T "ACE!" ME! AFTER ALL THE EFFORT WE PUT INTO THAT PERFECTLY GOOD MONT BLANC TART AND TOSSING IT OUT. IT'S NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN JUST CRY AND GET AWAY WITH IT!"

"What the hell's wrong with you!?"

"The poor guy's sorry isn't he?"

"Y-yes, I do feel terribly sorry for wasting the tart."

"WELL, IF YOU ARE SORRY AND YOU DO WANT TO EARN MY FORGIVENESS, AS A PUNISHMENT FROM ME, IT'S YOUR TURN TO MAKE THE TART!"

"Ace, stop talking!"

"No, he's right. I accept the punishment. I will make the tart."

"WITHOUT TREY'S HELP!"

"W-what?!"

"But Ace...! Isn't that a little...?"

"OH? IS IT TOO HARD FOR OUR DORM LEADER?"

"N-no! I can handle this. I'll do it by myself!"

"GOOD! NOW GET TO BAKING WHILE WE FIX UP THE PARTY!"

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{Heartslabyul – Unbirthday Party}

• The rose bushes that were destroyed by blot were restored their original clean state. The branches that scattered the area were removed and more grass was planted to layer the bald ground. The light of the sun bounced off the shiny surface of the teapot and silver tableware. The ripped and tarnished table sheets were replaced by new white ones.

• Riddle seemed to have a hard time adjusting with his newfound leniency but he doesn't act like he has a stick up his behind anymore and is now more calm.

"Alright, let's see... The table sheets are white, tableware is at place, acceptable weather, it's nobody's birthday today... Is the mouse asleep inside the teapot? Actually, nevermind. It does not matter anymore."

"Hey there, Riddle. You don't have to be too lenient now. Take it easy."

"I second that, we wouldn't be able to recognize you without your habits of being prim and proper."

"Forgive me, it's just... I've never done this before... breaking a ru-- well... excluding ones for this occasion."

"Don't you worry your head about that, dorm leader! You'll get used to it. It's not so bad."

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• As the three chatted, Ace approached them smugly, however, the sweat evident on his forehead from the work of cleaning up the dorm lessened the effectiveness of his smugness.

"So, you have the tart ready, dorm leader?"

"Ah yes, I have it prepared. And I wasn't assisted by Trey and followed the instructions for making it exactly the way down to every detail."

"What flavor is it?"

"Cherry."

"Did you remember to put enough chestnuts? Like, a ton of them?"

"Yes, I did. Just because I want to correct my faults does not mean you have the right to boss me around. I'm still your dorm leader."

"We'll see about that. Now you know what it's like to be in our place."

"Dorm Leader, Ace!"

"Spade. Are the flamingoes and hedgehogs ready?"

"Yes! I've also invited Grim and Siren! Yuu like you requested."

"That's good, thank you."

• Speaking of which, Riddle felt absolutely guilty about the insults he hurled at you during the previous Unbirthday Party. You looked uneasy when he aggressively pointed out your appearance. He guessed that he deserved to get screamed at by you. It's a better punishment than his mother's verbal abuse.

"Heya! We're here! Where's the food?"

"Sigh, Grim..."

"What? I'm hungry! Let's get this party started! Hey, Henchman, wanna dance later after eating?"

"☺️!"

• You nodded with a smile, it faltered when you faced Riddle. You simply stared at him like you're expecting him to do something. Luckily, the short boy find this awkward encounter as a good moment to apologize to you. He tells you to come with him to the Rose Maze.

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{Heartslabyul – Rose Maze}

"Hello again...Siren! Yuu, was it?.... I want to speak with you for a moment... In private."

• Riddle sends the eavesdropping three a stern look, putting emphasis on the word private, and they read it as a signal to shoo, but they didn't. Instead, Ace, Deuce, and Grim proceeded to watch in silence at a corner, peeking at a nervous Riddle struggling to form words while under your laser-focused gaze.

"........"

"I-it's not about rule violation. It is just for a dorm leader to invite guests to get acquainted with them... Yes, it's to establish a... Well..."

".....😶?"

• Your gaze softened and your head tilted to the side, like you're both questioning and urging him to state his reasons more clearly. Riddle decided to not speak like a dorm leader but as a person who's grateful for your efforts.

"Oh, forget it. Siren! Yuu... I cannot apologize for the insults I've thrown at you... how I called you a magicless human who lacks discipline and manners... and I cannot thank you enough for saving me even after all that... But..."

"........."

"I do feel sorry, I do... I feel so ashamed of myself... Please give me a chance. A chance to give a new impression. A chance to make things right... This Unbirthday Party is now a welcoming gift and an offering of gratitude for saving me. Please, accept this apology."

"......."

"... And... I'm sorry about the Mont Blanc tart... I won't waste food for a trivial rule like that ever again."

• Your smile returned to your face and you bowed. The eavesdroppers took that as a positive sign to wait at the table for you.

"... 🙂‍↕️."

"Y-You... you forgive me?... Thank you... Thank you so much... You've no idea how relieved I am! I admit, I was worried there for a minute. Thank you."

• Riddle almost teared up from relief and joy but he wiped his eyes. This is a good sign after all, no need for more crying. He'll make the others worry.

"I, Dorm Leader of Hearstla- no... I, Riddle Rosehearts, am humbly grateful for your forgiveness. Now, shall we go back?"

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• You and Riddle walked out of the Rose Maze, awaited by a hungry Grim and an impatient Ace.

"You done chatting with him?"

"☺️!"

"C'mon, c'mon! Don't just stand there. Sit here! I heard from Ace that Riddle made a Mont Blanc tart for us! I wanna taste it!"

"Grim, calm down. Your drool is soaking the table sheet!"

• In the end, the tart made by Riddle tasted terrible but you guys got a good laugh at it. Music filled the party and you danced with your new friends.

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• Like I said, Riddle has a somewhat complicated friendship with you. You liked to feel free from restraint or control so you could freely express yourself however you want. Riddle is one of the others that keeps you at bay or from doing anything stupid.

• Riddle even made the effort to learn and decipher your movements. And in turn, you took time to learn some of the Queen of Hearts' rules.

• There are times where he hides behind you to scare away Floyd. There are times he lets you roam around Heartslabyul and dance within the Rose Maze (not without a warning to not break a rule). You cause less trouble now, however, he can't say the same for your idiots.

• He's also one of the individuals who protects your gold scales from watching eyes (read: Azul, Ruggie) and to provide the headmaster a list of reasons on why he can't just take it whenever Crowley asks. He warns you to stay away from others who want to monopolize you. He tries his best to threaten Azul to never strike a deal with you.

• He's seen you cure Overblot victims with your blood, amazed by its effectiveness to heal injuries and even some disabilities. For example, a student from Heartslabyul that were injured by the blot claimed that their blindness was gone. Another one from a different dorm used to have a paralyzed nerve in his leg, but now he can run with no difficulties thanks to your blood.

• He worries for your safety and well-being at this point. He knows that he cannot restrict you from every choice you make, whether selfless or foolish. Besides, you told him not to grow gray hairs for you as he has a lot on his plate as a dorm leader. You learned cautiousness from experience that there are individuals who revel in the despair of others.

• You know pain physically and emotionally all too well. It was under the guise of a person you thought who loved you. Only to stab you in the end and take everything you have dear away from you. Leaving you alone to lament in your miserable state.

• Riddle felt that pain too. It disguised itself not only as a loving figure, but as his own mother. A mother who inflicted strictness upon him like no other, caused him to Overblot and on the verge of dying. But he was saved by his friends who cared for him.

• But who saved you from your pain? It was just you. All the horrific things they did to you, yet... you let it all go, you learned to accept it and moved on your own. Riddle was astonished by your strength to let the painful past go. It gave him a deep thought that if you can do it, maybe he can too. You bared your scars to him and he bared his to you.

• Your carefree and cautious demeanor contrasts Riddle's strict and wrathful one. But overall, he thinks that you are a great and loyal friend. A friend that he didn't think he deserved, but one who needed to show him how to let hurtful things go. How to accept your mistakes and imperfections as a part of your journey.

• To dance with no fear on the stage full of pain and sorrow called life.

[elleluvsjurin]

bounded.

requested

synopsis: wonyoung loves her ex gf, maybe a little too much

parings: g!p wonyoung x fem!reader

cw: smut, dubcon, obsessive wony, mentions of killing, mentions of knives, oblivious!reader, one shot, reader gets knocked up but there’s no mentions of the pregnancy

disclaimer: if any of these topics trigger you then please do not read. however, im not responsible for what you consume on here but im just giving a heads up! men and minors dni.

a/n: i think i let my breeding kink get the best of me

wonyoung had an issue. obsession, to put it simply. however, she had in an infatuation with her ex girlfriend which happened to be you. wonyoung couldn’t simply just move on after the breakup. she needed you, she craved you, she HAD to have you and she would be willing to go to hell and back to get her wish, you.

you also had an issue. detachment, to put it simply. you felt as if wonyoung was too good for you so you decided to call it quits. you could never forget the pain in her face when you broke up with her. it was engraved into your head. you felt awful at first but it was time to move on to bigger and better things. not only that, wonyoung was batshit crazy. what you didn’t know was that wonyoung had been planning her revenge ever since the day she left.

wonyoung decided that maybe you could come over to her place to chat, to catch up and you decided to agree. she called you a few days ago. now you’ve arrive at her lavish penthouse, she even cleaned up, you think to yourself.

for the little get together, you decided to wear a pink mini skirt, paired with a white blouse, and pink sandals to complete your outfit. you always did the sandwich method.

wonyoung invited you in and she sat on her couch, waiting for you to come next to her and you obliged. “it’s been a while, huh y/n?” wonyoung asked, “sheesh relax, you’re so tense.” she added, rubbing your thigh.

“im fine, wonyoung.” you barely whispered. “do i make you nervous?” wonyoung asked you and you shook your head, no.

“alright. now you’re pissing me off.” wonyoung mumbled, pulling you from the couch by your hair and slamming your back up against the wall.

“w-wonyoung!” you exclaimed, the look of fear in your eyes only excites her. before you could finish, she pulled out a knife, holding it near your neck. “ya’know..i should kill you for breaking my heart, y/n. i was so hurt and you made me think that i wasn’t good enough, you bitch!” she screams, tears start to form in your eyes.

“w-wonyoung, i-i promise it wasn’t like that.” you cry out as she pressed the knife closer to your neck and you scream. “p-please I’ll do anything just don’t kill me!” you exclaimed and she pulled the knife away from your neck, chuckling darkly.

“i wish i hated you.” wonyoung spits out before pulling you into a heated kiss. she grips your neck, throwing the knife across the room as you groan into the kiss, pulling away. “anything but this, please.” you mumble. wonyoung does a fake pout and laughs manically at you. “you think you get to decide what we’re doing after you fucked me over? think again bitch.” wonyoung says before dragging you into her room.

“w-wony, you’re hurting me!” you exclaimed. “good, serves you well.” she mumbled, throwing you onto her bed. “suck my dick.” wonyoung says, standing tall. you get on your knees in front of her on the bed, looking up at her slender figure. you unbutton her pants, pulling them down along with her boxers. “that’s a good girl.” she mumbles, smacking her tip on your tongue. you eventually take her into your mouth, moving your head back and forth on her length, wonyoung softly groaning.

“god, just like that.” she mumbled, starting to thrust her length into your mouth. you softly whine, feeling her tip hit the back of your throat, eliciting a gagging sound to come from your lips. “oh fuck!” wonyoung squeals as she thrusts faster into your throat. you grab onto her balls, she places one of her legs next to your head, slowly thrusting into your pretty mouth when you feel her cock start to twitch.

“you look so pretty- your tears look so pretty. im gonna cum in your mouth and you’re going to swallow all of it like a good girl, hm?” wonyoung coos and you try your best nod your head..kinda hard with someone’s dick in your mouth.

your saliva coats her cock as you bob your head back and forth up against her cock, matching the pace of her thrusts. her thrusts getting sloppy as she’s close to releasing. wonyoung closes her eyes, whimpering aloud while she cums down your throat. you don’t waste time by swallowing every last drop before she pulls her flaccid cock out of your mouth.

wonyoung leans forward and grabs your chin, pulling you into an open mouthed kiss. “my little slut to ruin, isn’t that right?” you nod your head and she slaps you across the face. “im sick of your spoiled ass, use your goddamn words!” wonyoung exclaimed. “y-yes..mommy.” you softly whine, wonyoung smiles before kissing the cheek that she slapped.

“good girl. now spread your legs for mommy.” wonyoung says, sternly. you lean back on her bed, your mini skirt rising as you spread your legs for her, exposing yourself.

wonyoung spreads your legs a bit further, pushing your skirt up. she looks you in the eye as she pulls your panties from up under you, pulling them off of your legs completely. the cool hair hits your clit like a damn truck but wonyoung is quick, attacking your clit with her tongue.

“w-wony~” you softy moaned, her tongue lapping at your clit like it was her last supper. her fingers working even faster, she thrusts two fingers inside of your pussy while her tongue works at your clit. you throw your head back as she assaults your pussy in the best way possible.

“wonyoung…holy fuck!” you shout out. your pussy juices leak all over her fingers, soaking the bed up under the two of you. “god you taste so fucking good.” she says in between your legs. “i-im gonna cum!” you moan out. wonyoung looks up at you while she continues to obliterate your pussy with her tongue. “cum for mommy.” she says, going back to your pussy.

your legs shake around your head, she keeps your legs spread with her hands while you cream on her fingers. she comes up to kiss your lips, slipping her cock inside of you with ease. you gasp at the stretch. wonyoung grips your face, whispering, “take it.” taunting you as she bottoms out inside of you.

she pulls out before pushing her full length inside of your pussy, making the both of your groan. wonyoung looks you into the eye as she thrusts deeply inside of you, making sure you feel her everywhere. “w-wony~” you softly gasp. wonyoung thrusts into you, slow and deep.

“fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me.” wonyoung whimpers. she starts to move her hips faster, her tip protruding at your cervix. “oh my god!” you cry out. you feel violated as she fucks you with such ease. “i need you…please y/n.” wonyoung pleaded in between her thrusts. you head starts to feel fuzzy, hearing those words fall out of her mouth effortlessly. “y-you’re one crazy ass bitch.” you softy mumbled enough so she could hear it.

wonyoung grips your throat, squeezing it tightly. you feel your vision blurring during the process. “p-please don’t kill me~” you whined and she laughs. “I’ll show you a crazy bitch.” she whispered in your ear. as she squeezed tighter, she thrusted harder. “u-uh..im cumming!” you breathed out as you creamed all over her dick, coating the base of it. she released your neck just as you came. “im gonna knock you up, you insufferable bitch! everybody will know how much a fucking slut you are! she screamed, covering your mouth with her hand. her thrusts begin to get sloppy, you feel her cock twitch inside of you.

“a-ah fuck! take my fucking kids, bitch!” wonyoung moaned aloud, filling your womb to the brim. your legs twitched, feeling her pull out of your spent cunt. her cum leaks out of you and she smiles proudly, kissing your cheek.

your body shakes as she gets up, watching you. “i love you, ya’know?” wonyoung softly mumbled. “that wasn’t love, wonyoung.” you replied, covering yourself with her blanket. “then what was it, huh? im rich, why do you hate me?” wonyoung asks. “you just fucking violated me, wonyoung. can’t you see that this isn’t love? you’re insane, you need psychiatric counseling!” you scream at her and she sits in silence.

“i just gave you some of the best dick of your life but im being bitched at.” she mumbled and you stare at her coldly. “fuck you, jang wonyoung.” you say, starting to put your clothes on.

“since that’s how you feel, then get the fuck out and don’t you dare think about coming back.” wonyoung says

“i hope you get help.” you reply, ignoring her comment. “i don’t need help, i need you.” you pause before laughing out loud. “oh you think that’s funny? I’ve been pouring my heart out to you and you take me for a joke?” wonyoung was fuming at this point.

“im leaving. go see a therapist, jang wonyoung.” you say, walking out of her room. “fine. I’ll be back and mark my words because you’ll be begging to take me back. just watch, y/n. you can’t just leave me like this!” she throws a fit as you leave. “she’ll be back.” wonyoung mumbled to herself right after hearing her dorm slam.

no one got to screw over jang wonyoung, not even the girl that she was in love with. nonetheless, wonyoung was indeed right because you called her a couple months later, bawling your eyes out and once again, you came back to her. wonyoung was going to make your life a living hell and this time you couldn’t get away.

a/n: my first wony fic! 🎉

[littelovelunette]

vi comforting reader on her period?

Just Monthly Pains

You were curled up at the corner of the bed, it was early in the morning and birds were chirping outside the window happily.

You had woken due to the terrible cramps you were feeling, thank goodness your period blood hadn't stained the sheets.

Now, you were curled up and couldn't drift back to sleep due to the ache in your tummy.

Vi was deep asleep under the duvet. Eyes closed, chest heaving and falling rhythmically. You envied her peace from afar. Well, not too far.

How dare she sleep while you squirmed there in pain?

You grabbed the edges of the blanket and pulled them all to yourself. "Hmph."

"Baby, no." Vi's voice was groggy and soft as she palmed at the edge of the blanket, eyes still closed as she tried to pry a little bit to herself.

"Nooooo..." You wrapped yourself up completely in the blanket, ensuring she didn't even get a corner.

Vi grabbed you, spooning you with ease and drifted back into her deep slumber. You huffed a sigh.

But the position was comfortable, you had to say. It wasn't long until you also fell asleep in her arms, despite the dull ache in your stomach.

A bit later, you woke up again. Fuck, you could feel the clot coming out of your vagina. Fuck. You needed to go to the bathroom. Sure, you had a pad on but what if it leaked?

Not only would it stain your clothes, but now that Vi had herself wrapped around you like a snake, hers too.

You wouldn't be able to live with the shame.

Making a beeline towards the bathroom, you had to walk in a very calculated manner.

After you cleaned up, you let out a sigh of relief. Didn't stain, you thought to yourself. You walked out of the bathroom and closed the door only to be met with a very messy looking sleepy Vi.

"What's with the morning squirming?" She asked as she yawned.

"Period." You mumbled, not bothering to elaborate as you curled up back in bed.

"Does it hurt?" Vi asked, hand running through her messy pink hair, blue eyes still held sleep however softened at the thought of you hurting.

"No shit Sherlock."

Vi didn't say anything and went to the bathroom— or atleast that's what you thought. You heard the door open and closed but you didn't bother turning to check, your back turned to her as you sulked.

A couple minutes ticked by, but the ache in your tummy only seemed to grow. You didn't know how long it would be that you had to go through it.

With a loud huff, you got up, looking around the room. Vi was nowhere to be seen. If she were in the bathroom for this long, it had to be concerning.

"Violet?" You called but there was no answer.

Just then the bedroom door swung open and there was Vi, still looking as sleepy as ever with her messy hair sticking out in different angles.

But it was what she was holding that caught your eye. One hand had a hot water bottle, the other carrying a tray where there was a plate of fluffy pancakes, glass of OJ and cutlery and a bag of so many different kinds of chocolates hooked around the pinky finger of her left hand.

"Sorry, took so long." Vi mumbled as she set the tray down on the bedside table and put the rest of the stuff on the bed.

"Forgot my wallet and was already at the store. Had to come back, get it and go to get the stuff again." Vi was panting, she took her shirt off and was drenched underneath with sweat.

"Gonna take a quick hot shower, eat up and then we can watch whatever and cuddle, okay?" Vi kissed your forehead, pushing the tray towards you.

"I love you."

You smiled and took the tray, starting to eat little by little. Your mind was completely off the cramps and now you were only looking forward to cuddling with Vi and spending the week getting pampered.

[andre-and-cal]

hello vro it’s me again… 😈😈🤤

yk the last two hcs you wrote? one about sadistic cal and one about andre who likes seeing cal cry? (yummy)

i would love to see how they would act with that… dynamic 👅 like, both of them “fighting for dominance”? omg this sounds cringe but i need it

AND WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD “WIN” MOST OF THE TIME AHSHDJCKWJDNSK

HELLO POOKSTAH YAHOO !!:) and that doesn’t sound cringe at all! I’m more than happy to share my input! 😼🙏

Cal and Andre’s dynamic (SFW and NSFW),,

Contrary to popular belief, Calvin has a very distinct leadership role within Zero Day, just like how Andre does. Their contribution to the missions are divided among the both of them so that their accomplishments and control are in equilibrium. As mentioned in the film, they’d agreed to split the presses so that Andre would be the leader for half, and so Cal would be the leader for the other half.

Calvin holds spite dearly, wanting to drag others down and “leave them behind”. His callous nature, unsettling interest in gruesome topics, and disregard for the well-being of his peers are hidden very well— he’s pulled off a very believable facade, even though he can come off as rather distant at times. His acquaintances and family fell for it. After all, how could you really tell that this reserved, weird, yet rather funny guy would turn out to be a murderer?

Now, Andre’s apathetic attributes are kept buried within himself, too. He knows he’s messed up, but he feels content knowing that Cal is as flawed as him— for which their unique resemblances appear in an almost symmetrical manner. While Andre does seem to have a pleasant temperament, some of his classmates at school don’t seem to think so. It used to affect and upset him, but now he no longer cares. He is who he is. However, the slight suspicion that some of Cal’s acquaintances hold toward Andre has prompted him to get dodgy about certain topics, for fear it would lead to the discovery of Zero Day.

Andre isn’t the leader. He is a leader. He cannot maintain control over every situation, even if he doesn’t agree with an idea Cal has. In fact, he’ll follow Cal’s lead with lots of things.

Neither Cal nor Andre really mind if they’re leading or following the other. It kind of flip flops at random depending on if the other has an idea or suggestion, especially related to their plans.

Calvin likes to instigate, mostly. And Andre likes to execute.

Additionally, Calvin exhibits numerous sadistic traits, while Andre gets off on seeing him in tears. They both find it arousing how pathetic the other looks when he’s beaten down— in a good way, of course.

Calvin doesn’t mind letting Andre overwhelm him, either, even if it gets to be too much— whether it be when they’re dry humping each other, or when he’s on his stomach, quite nearly suffocating from Andre shoving his face down into his blankets. He definitely may cry a little bit during sex, but his tears aren’t genuine. He cries if it feels too good, or if there’s some muscle tension near his tear glands— like if Andre’s hand is around his throat or if he’s taking Andre’s dick or a firearm a little too deep in his mouth. Like mentioned, at times, Calvin will intentionally set Andre off, as he enjoys watching him get frustrated.

When Cal cries, Andre wipes away his tears with his thumb, feeling the wetness under his pad and admiring Cal’s stained red cheeks— his dick likes it, too.

Andre, meanwhile, lets Calvin jostle him and hurt him a little, and maybe even knock his dull self-confidence down a couple steps, too. He doesn’t necessarily like the pain, no— he just deals with it for Cal’s sake. After all, he cares about him. He also fixates on the suffering of others— on an erotic level, essentially— a bit less than Calvin already does, even though his calculating, troubled disposition clearly shows that he holds the same morals, or lack thereof, as Calvin does. Andre’s mental health has declined over the years, and he’s neither aware of this nor does he truly care all that much about how abnormal he and Cal may be. Additionally, one time, he let Calvin strike him in the face after Cal had begged him to let him hit him only once, just to stare at the fascinating runny vermilion leaking from his nostrils afterward. He swore that he wouldn’t break his nose.

Spoiler alert: he broke his nose, albeit accidentally, yet Andre never willingly allowed him punch him again.

Sometimes, both boys will want to be in control of each other at that moment. They can usually agree on a compromise to prevent physical or verbal conflicts, to avoid upsetting the other. However, sometimes, they disagree and start bickering.

Andre, if heated up over Cal pushing a decision onto him, will often try to grab Andre’s arm, maybe drag him over to him to snap at him, to get him to succumb to what he thinks is right.

But Cal punches him in the stomach— not too hard, though. He doesn’t want to actually injure him. He watches Andre as he doubles over, smiling in an ironically gentle manner and reassuring him that he’ll be okay, before demanding he stop trying to pussy out before he “castrates him”.

Cal’s always joking when he threatens to castrate the teen, but his body language gives away how much he believes Andre is “all bark no bite”.

Andre does have a mean bite. He just likes Cal and he likes the way he makes him feel. Also, despite his hesitancy with certain activities, he does eventually agree— if Cal’s involved, of course.

In conclusion, Cal overpowers most of their brief disputes, which often involve Zero Day and sex.

[legacygirlingreen]

Can we just take it down a few notches… try and be ✨ positive ✨

I almost never respond to anonymous hate, and I certainly don’t let faceless comments bully me into silence by turning off Anon. However, I do have a low tolerance for spam.

If you have an issue with me, my stories, my characters, or my artistic choices, I encourage you to address me directly. I have a bachelor’s degree in creative writing and film, as well as a master’s in English. I’m well-versed in criticism and understand its role in the creative process. That said, sending multiple messages in quick succession under Anon isn’t the way to engage in meaningful discussion. Certainly when one openly was mean spirited.

I’m always open to conversations about my work, and I don’t think I’m above criticism. But this approach doesn’t foster understanding—it just creates negativity. As a result, I plan to block this account after giving them time to see this and have temporarily disabled Anon. Not because I’m hurt, but because I don’t want this kind of behavior to be left in my inbox unanswered. Some people might not be as thick skinned as I am, and words—especially when sent in anger—can leave lasting wounds.

That said, I don’t want people commenting on this person’s English or the fact that they used Anon. Those details aren’t the issue here. I also don’t need reassurance or validation—I’m addressing this because these kinds of interactions can be harmful, and I’d rather try to shift the conversation in a better direction.

If you are the anon, I hope you’ll take a moment to reflect on why you felt the need to send those messages. If you’re frustrated with my work, I welcome thoughtful discussion. But if this is coming from a place of personal pain, I want to gently remind you that being hurtful to others won’t make that pain go away. It just puts more negativity into the world. Instead, I encourage you to find an outlet that helps—whether it’s talking to someone you trust, writing your feelings down, or finding another way to process those emotions in a way that brings you peace rather than more negativity. You are also a person with feelings, and I want you to know that I respect you both as an individual and recognize there may be more to the story than surface level shows.

At the end of the day, we all have feelings and struggles. I hope you find a way to express yours that leads to life of peace and joy.

That being said, I planned on leaving it be but after talking it out with my friend @strawberrypinky I realized I don’t want to sit by and leave this kind of behavior go without a different perspective. I want to thank both her and @leenathegreengirl for both being ready to “ride at dawn” so to speak but that’s not my style…

So ✨

I would like to take this opportunity as a chance to address my concern and then spread positivity. I encourage anyone who sees this to comment below with a story or art piece they really like. Maybe tag a creator they love. Share something good from their life right now. Anything your heart desires. I personally prefer to drown out negativity with positivity.

Thank you for hearing me out, peace and love - M

[im-so-tired-sorry]

MY headcanons of Yuzuya’s Kiribaku fantasy series

a/n at the end

(spoilers ahead):

-i think some small little disadvantages don’t exist in their world. like, for the sake of convenience, i don’t think periods are experienced for those with uteruses. not in like an unhealthy way. they just… don’t happen. (i understand biologically they’re important but this is a magical fantasy land and i don’t wanna spend each month traveling with the two panicking about when my cycle will start)

-to add, your glasses don’t fall of your face or break, like, ever. and there are brewers that sell potions to gain 20/20 vision if you are born without perfect sight. most are temporary effects that have different levels depending how long you want it to last. however, during the potion effect, there is a temporary burning sensation in your eyes that is included in the changing process; the higher the dosage, the more pain is inflicted.

-bakugo mentioned in the most recent episode (ep. 18) that his people have this ritual? tradition? of giving someone who wronged you a cut as their form of an apology, so that it can naturally heal and metaphorically heal the bond. i think that when traveler got kidnapped by hawks and he realized his mistake, bakugo let kirishima cut him. kirishima, though very upset, gave him a small and thin cut (cause there was a guilt about hurting his prince) on his chest. not at the hand for shooing traveler away, or at his lip for speaking of breaking his promise to get them to the alter, but at his heart for creating such judgements and decisions.

-traveler will occasionally have nightmares, and if it’s not about ghoul spiders, it’s about falling into the ocean and drowning down to a siren’s incantation.

-bakugo is a light sleeper but imagine, while sailing across the sea, the gem spoke to bakugo in his sleep, and that’s why he woke up to catch traveler before they fell into the water. he thinks it was intuition but plays it off as “your loud ass footsteps.”

-more of a prediction: the unicorn ring will be used to save kirishima and/or bakugo’s life.

-again more of a prediction than headcanon: it’s been teased since them leaving edolyn (and their talk with the unicorn) that traveler has some type of healing magic. but it’ll only be revealed when one of the guys needs it most.

-it has been on more than one occasion (especially now that it’s getting colder) where bakugo will be first to wake up and notice the three of them had been cuddling together.

-whenever they’re settling in for the night, they’ll play a game where traveler will shoot an arrow to the sky and kirishima will fly to try and catch it, almost like a dog catching a ball.

-only when kirishima is really excited is when the end of his tail wags a bit.

-traveler tries really hard to avoid eye contact when they’re bathing together.

-bakugo had a nightmare once a couple days after traveler was kidnapped. it was their argument right after the events of havenfall, but instead of yelling that their journey was off, he just aims an arrow at travelers heart. he jolts awake right before he can release it. for the next week he prayed to the gods every night, hoping that they were at least alive.

-when they reunited and told the prince and dragon about their experience with hawks and that they were sentenced to be executed by the king of edolyn, bakugo prayed a silent thank you to the gods for protecting them.

-traveler feels the most homesick when they are by themselves/alone while the other two are taking care of other things.

-if they don’t knock out immediately, the three will stay up for a bit talking and kirishima will play with the pendant of the necklace he bought for traveler. now, he does it with his own. it’s his dragon instinct to handle anything sparkly.

-due to kirishima’s constant zoomies, he keeps a copper coin in his pocket to fidget with when traveling on foot.

-kirishima will gladly take leftovers but only if he’s made sure that they’ve eaten enough.

A/n: i understand if someone of these are seen “out of character” but these are just headcanons. and sorry for all the colored text. also i would love to know if yall think of traveler as an oc or as yourself! for the sake of keeping these hcs pretty general, i used traveler with they/them pronouns as they are used within the series.

[fandomghostwrite]

An Informal Abstract

of Caleb's content.

》 Content Warning: Spoilers taken from various portions of the game, in no specific order. MC's death and my interpretation of how it impacted Caleb. Caleb's mental health. His anger. His rage. Expect angst with ambiguous comfort.

》 Other Notes: This abstract was written with the knowledge of version differences, and how translations and localization affected Caleb's story. However, as a western version player who cannot make their own direct translations, this was penned with the information provided by the Western release.

You know that one part of Lucid Dreams? The one where her dark, inner turmoil is being conjured to put the Colonel on trial? Where reality begins to warp, visions begin to fade, and the stakes are set?

Yeah, that scene.

"It'll be like when we were kids. When you wake up, there won't be a trace of pain or any memory of it left behind."

Caleb was trying to comfort her in that moment, but he's not trying to be kind due to the impending surgery to remove the toring chip.

This is an anecdote reminiscent to how Caleb became witness to her death(s) in the past.

"It's okay. It's okay if you forget. Even if you don't remember anything, I can always say it again." "I'm Caleb. I'll always be..."

From his perspective, Caleb was remembering a time where he watched her— helplessly watched her— die. Maybe the first time. Maybe a time after. Maybe he became an unwilling participant, or perhaps he became a coerced observer. Not that it mattered, for in all those instances, he was a helpless bystander with no control; a child imprisoned by a cruel world that abandoned him.

That's why he hangs on to the past. It's not only for himself, but for her, too. With each incarnation, she became a blank doll. There was nothing for her to pull from. Regardless of which memory echoed within his mind during that scene, his memories, dreams, and emotions converged upon him. We saw Caleb offer peace and acceptance in solace; in death.

But the yearning? The many almosts? The missed opportunities to taste the flavor lipbalm that she chose for the day? He's not a simple coward. It's complicated. And most of all, he does not want the burning temptation to be one sided. He wants her to want it as much as he does. He will give her that freedom.

As much as he yearns to control his fate, he bares the weight of the milkyway upon his shoulders.

"Look at you. You're like a sinner who's confessing." "Then can you carry a little of this sin, too? Don't leave me in this loneliness anymore longer."

Of course, we question how the pieces come together. Had there been other incarnations of them before this timeline? Does Caleb remember previous lifetimes? Or does Caleb represent the present timeline?

In one of many possibilities, we could see it as this: Two living weapons, from childhood, protecting each other. She protected his inner world and he could protect her from the world. That was the best he could promise as a kid. He didn't know what puppy love was, or if it even existed for a tool like him.

And as time went on, there was a point where he realized that his young, naive devotion to protect his bestest friend was actually the beginning of a blossoming love...? It probably caught him by surprise. Love and obsession are very similar, after all. Yet. With the next forced "reset", it would be erased. So why bother?

That love underwent a third metamorphosis. Caleb's feelings never went away, they just... evolved. He's no longer the version of himself as a child experiment with diodes attached to his head. He's no longer that awkward teen boy discovering that he is capable of feeling more than just anger and resentment. His feelings now come from a place of who he is now, as a man ready to break decades-old boundaries.

Still.

Caleb just happened to make a lot of stupid mistakes along the way. A lot of them happened to unintentionally hurt her, too. Just because he is able to put models together doesn't mean he was given the tools to fix himself or to heal open, festering wounds. Make no mistake: Caleb is truly afraid of losing her and the love that dances around them like God damn leaf that you can't catch in the wind.

We are watching Caleb's love story play out where he enters his villain arc. He still remembers what they did to him. He he knows what they want to do to her. He will never forgive, nor will he ever forget.

Caleb's outfit, Caged Wings. • No cage can restrain a soul that craves freedom. "Is this outfit supposed to make me look more dangerous?"

He went from being a lab rat to... being a normal little brat. At least that's what Josephine attempted to give them while she was alive. A normal life. Freedom to spread his wings. A taste of something that was once kept from him.

Caleb's accessory, Nightmareless. • No matter how thick the mist is ahead, he'll cut through it to reach the future where you await. "The book says putting a mask on a beast doesn't tame its wild side. It does the opposite."

And then we all saw what happened to him; the explosion took more than just the feeling he lost in his arm. Someone reclaimed their long lost little experiment— he was someone's property again. His wings were taken, maybe broken, and he is once again, caged inside of one of his worst nightmares.

Caleb's a very. Angry. Dog. His back pressed against a cold wall, strapped down by a muzzle, and forced to walk with a chain leash bruising his neck. He's struggling for control, looking for a way to break free.

Caleb's outfit, Daylight's Night. • As daylight breaks, he sheds all his facades and embraces you fully. Caleb's accessory, Meteor's Trail. • The trails across the night sky are etched into his heart, each one a rebellion against fate.

They numbed him. They dehumanized him. To them, he's just a number. Still just a weapon of destruction. He can't possibly feel something as stupid as love. Preposterous.

Yet she is the only one that can calm the storm brewin' up in his head. She can bring peace and fresh summer air.

I think Caleb genuinely sees himself as a monster. He really believes that he does not deserve love, affection, or a gentle touch. He well and truly believes that he is b r o k e n. He really is "the worst of all Caleb's." He understands that some of the things he does, and did, is not kind to her, but he wasn't taught to love and protect, he was taught to destroy.

Caleb is a machine built as the antithesis to creation.

Caleb will be whoever he has to become in order to change her fate. His fate. Their fate. He is already a monster on the inside, and a tin man on the outside. What more can be taken? The humanity he's barely keeping intact?

Ever.

According to them, his humanity is worth a number: 10%.

Caleb will rebuild the world after he scours the planet in flames, starting with Ever. He will kill them all, and everyone who stands in defense of them.

Therefore, here's a proposition: who do you bet on to win? The man? Or the machine?

[nabi-unveiled]

You said the red lamp in BNW was bleeding, but doesn't red mean love? Couldn't it just be red because they are in love?

Hello anon!

It's a good question, because ANYTHING I say about colors is going to be an interpretation. Colors are a symbol. In some shows, they mean nothing. In other shows, they mean everything. It's hard to explain, but you learn to spot the difference the more you watch and analyze shows. The Boy Next World has been VERY intentional in their visual (and music) choices so far. It's a show where the visual symbols matter imo. The lighting in particular is top notch.

So it matters, but what does the red mean? Red can mean A LOT of different things. If the lamp was pink, it would be easy.

For example, this shot...

It's easy to interpret. Phu is in pink with hearts on his sleeve. He loves Cir, and it shows. However, darkness has descended upon him as he grapples with the idea that Cir isn't really his. Cir is still bringing light to his world, but the darkness is overwhelming. Phu is SPIRALING.

But red? That's trickier. Red has a lot of different symbology in a lot of different cultures. It CAN be love (as you point out). However, it can also be a warning (red flag). It can be anger (red bull). It can mean wild or mischievous (red cars often depict this). It can be related to health and vitality (literal blood). It can be related to emotional pain (heartbreak, etc.) It can even be related to loss of virginity/loss of innocence (technically that works in this particular scenario as well). Heck, it can even be related to wealth, luck, and good fortune (hello red envelopes).

So RED is tricky. Therefore, you have to rely on other clues when interpreting red things. You need context and supporting evidence.

Let's start by saying that Phu is NOT red himself. There are plenty of characters that ARE red. They are most likely my favorite one in their series. Phu's not one of them (imo). He's not wild or mischievous. He's also not a red flag as a person.

So that leaves us with other interpretations. In this particular show, we've actually already seen a "red lamp" that represents love and desire. It's in the living room. When it's turned off, you can tell 100% that it's red. It's got a bit of a pink undertone to it when lit.

The music in this scene is VERY sweet. The lyrics are downright lame and cheesy even. I loved them. There were SO many metaphors with a layered meaning. But the point is, the music was SWEET. The rest of the room is still bright. The scene has a warm feeling. As a bonus, the lamp actually illuminates their faces giving a warmer/redder tone to their coloring. This is love and/or desire.

The NC scene in episode 7 actually has quite a bit of red. There's red on Phu's pajamas when he's talking about his dad WITH Cir. The red lamp from the living room is on in the background. He's feeling loved by Cir's actions. It's not like love is completely absent in this interaction. We know they care about each other.

There's red pajamas on the floor after the NC scene. I would say this is your "loss of virginity" symbolism. It's a matter of WHAT and WHERE it is and that it's even shown. There was no narrative need.

But that red lamp in the bedroom? Like Cir's secret, it's either between them or looming behind them. It doesn't let light through the lampshade like the other one. There's a TON of shadows in this scene. The music is jarring. All signs point to this not being pleasant (note - I'm talking mental states here, I'm sure the sex itself was fine). But in terms of symbols, you take out all of the positive meanings. No one is angry. No one is physically hurt. So that leaves you with emotional pain (my "bleeding" comment) or red flag/warning. It's actually BOTH. However, I made that comment as part of a live reaction. I didn't know what was coming next.

Or maybe someone just thought the red lampshade looked pretty since it matches EXACTLY with the shade of red on Phu's pajamas. After all, it's unlikely Phu will get a new lamp in his bedroom before they have sex there again. I'm fully counting on there being a parallel NC scene later in the series, and it being all love at that point. So it's your call as to what you choose to believe.