#yw blood

[citrusinicake]

i dont even know what this is

[lavenderarts]

Thin Line

Sometimes you forget which side you're on.

[pilkofi]

look at these cutie patooties

cw: blood under the cut

and then look at these not-so cutie patooties /j

[lorefulevil]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood/Rendog Characters: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, Rendog, The Watchers (Evolution SMP) Additional Tags: Impersonation, Emotional Manipulation, post-limited life, some gore, martyn continues to enjoy being tied up Series: Part 3 of Monsters Nearby Summary:

Here’s the kicker: Ren has lived with him all autumn and half of winter, and part of Martyn still doesn’t believe he’s real.

This part of him watches Ren like a predator, waiting for him to slip up. This part of him watches Ren with wide gazelle eyes. This part of him (small, ugly, scared) sets Ren next to the impostor that wore his face and pores over their contrasts with a taxidermist’s obsessive care.

Maxim #1, it recites. The Watcher-creature does not bleed.

Martyn has the real Ren back now. There's an adjustment period. (A third part to my Monsters Nearby ‘verse, originally written for @treebarkweek Day 7: blood/sweat/tears!)

[electricalcheese]

throws my hawaii part ii art at you

Can you tell I like Them (Ignore the other guy on my paper. Love him but he is not relevant here). I have more but the quality sucks and I'm to lazy to get a photo

eyestrain under the cut. maybe? i used the default ibispaint colors and slightly brightened them up. just warning just in case

[a-driftamongopenstars]

*rolls in so fast bc the prompts* ok ok ok "lacerate" - “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ”  with crow doing his self sacrifice thing protecting yw 😩maybe something this season related im such a sucker for injury/comfort pls

wah thank you for the prompt, this was a delight to write 👀 read on ao3 injury/hurt prompts // [ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other + “  it’s fine— nothing i haven’t dealt with before.  ” 

"BLEED, BLEED YOUR LIGHT UPON THE SHARPENED METTLE OF MY CHAMPION," Xivu Arath's voice cuts through the white noise in the Guardian's head. Her eyes search in horror through the viscera of Taken darkness, spreading on the floor, only to find Crow's body lying in the midst of it.

He was in front of them a mere moment ago before taking a strategic lethal blow that was meant for the Guardian.

Kelgorath's sword hangs a dangerous few inches above Crow's heart, and the Guardian breathes in all their Light and bursts with it, one powerful final blow to the champion of War. Before his body can fall atop Crow, the Guardian rushes forward, snatching him away to a safer ground.

"You didn't have to do this," they cry, watching as the ever stark and perfect sewing of black and white grows red. It spills over the gentle feathers that armour Crow's chest, but to no avail. There is a horrid wound in his front, his shoulder torn, his face slashed.

His lips smiling, tinted iron red.

"It's fine, Guardian," he reassures them, sliding his hand in theirs. "Nothing I haven't dealt with before."

Glint materializes above them, rushing to breathe life back into Crow, pulling together the broken skin and bones of his body, as the Guardian holds his hand.

"I'd rather you didn't deal with that at all."

They lean down and kiss him on the mouth, a wet and desperate kind of kiss, wet from blood and tears.

When they pull back, Crow's chest no longer heaves in painful agony, nor do his eyes look like the light is about to leave them.

For beings so immortal, death is still an experience all would rather avoid.

"All done," Glint declares before settling beside Crow to watch him sit up.

"Thank you," Crow smiles at both his Ghost and the Guardian, who helps him up to his feet. His body may be as good as new, but the blooming splotch of redness on his armour is still too bright, too aching for the Guardian to see.

They draw him closer, and kiss him again, and again, and again. Tasting him, begging him to be more cautious.

"But if that gives me such a reward, I might have to get into the habit of saving you," Crow whispers, fingers curling in the Guardian's back. They hold him by the front of his cloak and smile.

"Don't even think about it."

[nimblermortal]

AO3 Commenter: Oh wow, you did some really interesting things with mathematics in this! Nimbler: Yes - well actually I'm visiting my uncle who's a mathematician and tossing my cookies all night, so I pulled the smallest book off his shelf to keep me occupied between tangos and it turned out to be really interesting, you should try The Mathematical Theory of Communication, come to think of it I should finish the introduction Nimbler: Omg omg omg the ENTROPY of COMMUNICATION?? *fangirling*

[aliaoftheknives]

the way i have three different bg3 playthroughs going on at the same time...

[constellationcrowned]

((Friendly lore reminder that 'Ink' isn't literal ink; it's blood.

It's black like ink is, yes, and when coming from a Tsourai body it can be incredibly thick and congealed (think of incredibly cold jelly) but at the end of the day it's blood. And yes, said ink is used as a conduit for magic among a host of other things; such as Tsourai crafts and rituals, potentially altering someone's shang, etc.))

[rose-madder-gaze]

Character exploration sheet for an OC I call the Captain.

[mushroomjuice]

Some me’s kinda for expression practice but mostly with blood bc it’s fun to draw

[lavenderarts]

"You're not brave. You've merely forgotten the fear of death. Allow me to reacquaint you."

For the no one who's ever wondered how Orchidia got his scar during the Red War, now you know. It's quite a drop from up there on Ghaul's ship

[lazycranberrydoodles]

hi i don't know if i have questions specifically but want you to know i'm obsessed with your transfem hua cheng and he xuan and that it's super meaningful to me to see other people doing transfem characters and headcanons and I love to see it and love your art so much too so thank you for doing that!!!

yw!!!

hua cheng and he xuan have such interesting relationships to their bodies and powers. to me, trans headcanons not only acknowledge their complex identities within the text, but also add a layer of meaning. plus i just love drawing and writing girls.

more of my thoughts on trans & tfem huaxuan below.

⚠️warnings for: mention of transphobia, canon typical violence, tgcf spoilers⚠️

hua cheng is incredibly metaphorically trans. being born under the star of solitude with a cursed eye, he spent his childhood enduring abuse and covering up his face. (one thing that especially sticks with me for a transmasculine headcanon is that he is smaller than expected for a 10 year old, canonically due to malnutrition). still, he snuck into the army out of a sense of duty (re: tmasc hc, i believe he lied about both his age and his gender to enlist). however, to become crimson rain sought flower, instead of harming others, he wrenches the source of his pain (his eye) out of his body with his own hands. once he removes his eye, instead of dying like a weaker spirit would have, he becomes much more powerful and starts forging an identity for himself. his self-mutilation doesn't just free him from the burden of his cursed eye; he eventually claims blood as his signature. for his whole life, hua cheng has been injured and beaten, but after tong'lu, blood becomes a symbol of his power. his blood rain shows that he does not shy away from brutality and that he feels at home within violence.

this is why i'm always talking about hua cheng's DIY top surgery within the kiln. hua cheng carved up his own body in a way that massively empowered him. he reclaims violence as his own natural habitat, rather than something he has been forced to endure. i think this is very transgender; transphobic rhetoric often labels medical transition as mutilation, but to many of us, that is how we become our true selves. it is a tool to make us stronger.

hua cheng's story is about self-determination. despite his circumstances, he was able to literally brute force fate and luck into his favor with the power of his devotion. i also like to read ghost city (and hua cheng's other miscellaneous acts of good) as a metaphor for disability. to the public, it's dangerous and sinful, but in actuality it is hua cheng's way of 'saving the common people'. ghost city provides safe haven for the undead and their wares, making both the mortal and ghost realms safer. the traditional channel for serving believers is from heaven, but hua cheng forged his own path and refused to take part in its corrupt system. he has a radically different approach to executing his goals, so he is excommunicated and misunderstood outside of the vilified community that he provides a home for (the ghost city residents).

it's important to me that hua cheng is trans -- whether in hualian or hualesbians -- because her story revolves around forging her own path, turning the parts of her body that she hated into sources of power, and defining herself (SHE NAMED HERSELF FLOWER CITY!!!). as a spirit, she hangs around because she wants to be the best version of herself: not out of self-love, but because she is a means to an end (the end being xie lian's will).

beefleaf are literally genderfluid in the text. i personally read shi qingxuan as a trans woman rather than genderfluid because she is 1) more powerful as a woman and 2) does it for fun -- being a woman brings her joy. she begrudgingly turns back into a man when her brother tells her she needs to be more proper. additionally, she was raised as a girl and -- iirc -- doesn't have a problem with this.

he xuan, in addition switching back and forth between male and female forms, also has a very trans narrative. they were literally forced to live the wrong life. his power, similarly to hua cheng's, also comes from their body (eating other ghosts). however, hers is additive. she, to me, is the type of trans person that doesn't see their transition as a loss of anything, only a gain (hua cheng, on the other hand, enthusiastically lost his weakened past self). hua cheng killed the girl he used to be, while he xuan morphed into an unrecognizable, more powerful version of herself. hua cheng purposefully built his ideal self, while he xuan strayed from her AGAB more passively.

i don't think that he xuan would crossdress with shi qingxuan if she didn't want to. even if that was the case, i think their woman-sona is very developed for a guy that reportedly doesn't like it. in my headcanon, she is still in denial by the end of the novel. i think that both his love for shi qingxuan AND the unsettling feeling of gender dysphoria would keep him from dissipating. my final and silliest reason for headcanoning he xuan as nonbinary tfem is that she eats a ton because she's on estrogen and is trying to gain boob weight.

tl;dr: trans women can accumulate power by cutting out their eyes and eating ghosts and i think that's awesome

[bloodlust-1]

The Consort ₊⁺જ⁀➴

NSWF | Explicit 18+ | Angst | Blood | Ascended Astarion | Spawn Tav | Dark | Smut | Trauma | Stockholm Syndrome | Violence

Ascended Astarion x fem Tav

Chapter: 3 | Pins & Needles

Summary: In a tumultuous tale of love, power, and betrayal, Tav finds herself entangled in a complex relationship with Astarion, a heartless vampire lord who will stop at nothing to maintain control over his newfound spawn. As Tav witnesses Astarion’s transformation and descent into darkness, their love is put to the ultimate test amidst love triangles, drama, and the pursuit of world domination. Redemption seems like an elusive goal while Tav grapples with the realization of who her lover has truly become.

UPDATED EVERY MONDAY.

Notes: Anyone in the mood for some ascended Astarion smut? Cool cause this is that. Posting this a day early cause I want to…yw <3

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Lovely photo by @aristenfromwarsaw

Tav stood still as Astarion draped the silk cloth over her body, his hands skillfully taking measurements with precision. The tape hanging from his neck swayed gently as he worked, his focus never broke his hands as he sewed the dress together.

"Aagh -" A sudden prick from the needle stabbed her skin, causing a sharp breath to escape her lips.

“Stay still,” Astarion demanded with a slight tug. “The party is tomorrow night, and I need to finish this dress for you.”

Tav obliged, standing motionless before the large mirror.

Well maybe if he'd be more careful I wouldn't have to move.

Tav watched in silence as Astarion created a dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, creating a sexy silhouette around her figure. Tav stared into the mirror, even though she couldn’t see her reflection. Instead, she could only see the shape of the dress as it took form on her body.

I wonder how this color compliments my skin, hair, and eyes. I can't tell. Only Astarion is my mirror. He always tells me how beautiful I am.

While Astarion continued to sew, Tav’s thoughts drifted to a place of her life before a spawn, and remembering her time if her childhood in the woods; trying to teach herself how to hunt under the sun. Tav's emotions hid coldly beneath a mask of stoicism.

Astarion was on a knee, threading the last bit of the dress's slit. He suddenly leaned in closer to Tav’s exposed thigh.

His lips pressed against her soft flesh, sending a tingle up Tav’s spine. The sensation was both electrifying and unsettling as Astarion’s kisses grew rougher, his fingers gripping her thigh tightly.

Astarion’s actions became more aggressive. His cold, seductive eyes bore into hers as he sank his teeth into her thigh, drawing blood that trickled down her skin. The mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelmed Tav, causing her legs to tremble beneath her.

After savoring the taste of her blood, Astarion stood up and admired the dress he had just finished, "Ah, a masterpiece. It looks even better on you than I imagined.”

His demeanor shifted and his eyes trailed over the silk hugging her hips. He took a step closer and hovered over her with lustful eyes, "Take it off."

Tav’s smile faded as she brushed down the fabric on her hips, "What?"

Commandingly, "Take. It. Off."

Despite feeling a mix of emotions - fear, arousal, and confusion - Tav hesitated for a moment before complying.

Tav slowly undressed, letting the dress fall to the floor around her ankles, and taking a step out of the dress. She felt exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.

“You are truly exquisite, my consort,” Astarion murmured, his voice low and husky. Tav’s cheeks flushed at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she felt his gaze linger on her breasts.

Her legs trembled and she could feel her core growing excited. The heat pooling between them was almost unbearable. Astarion sensed this, took a step closer, and grasped Tav's face firmly in his palm. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his crimson eyes.

“Kneel,” Astarion commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

Tav’s heart pounded in her chest as she sank to her knees before him, her eyes wide and pleading. She looked up at him with confusion and longing, her lips slightly parted in anticipation.

“I want to see how well that mouth works when it isn't testing me,” Astarion whispered, this was about her teasing him earlier.

He marveled at this. Tav, on her knees naked. Just for his pleasure.

In her eyes, Astarion grew into this dominate person. Sure it was exciting but it also shook something inside her, like she was almost scared of his consequences.

Tav was at his mercy.

"Look up, and don't dare take your eyes off me." Astarion reached out for her face again and squeezed her cheeks, "Do you understand?"

Tav nodded her head with a soft, "Yes."

Again, his hand clutches her face in a tight squeeze,“Yes what?”

Tav spoke through the force of his hands pressing her cheeks together, “Yes master.”

Astarion clicked his tongue in admiration, and let go of her with a slight push. He slowly started to unravel his buckle, letting his trousers melt to the floor with his undergarments.

Tav could see his fingers unraveling himself from her peripheral, not daring to break her eye contact with him. And neither did he.

Astarion's erection popped up with the drop of his pants and he positioned himself close enough to push his head against Tav's lips, "Be a good pup." he purred.

She gapped her mouth enough to fit his tip on the base of her tongue. Tav wetted his slit before his hips greedily forced its way into her mouth. Astarion pump in and out a couple of times to prep her throat.

"That's it." His hips jerked against Tav's filled mouth, "Get it wet."

Tav looked up at Astarion, pleadingly as the heat between her legs tickled her inner thighs. Her tongue and lips wetted any skin she could wrap itself around.

Astarion then kneaded his fingers threw her thick locs, tightly grasping them before slamming his hips against her face. Tav toppled back slightly from the sudden force, but he quickly tugged her by the hair back into position. On her knees like a good girl.

The tip of his cock battered the back on her throat and her eyes quickly glossed over with tears as she struggled to keep eye contact with him.

"Don't -" Astarion groaned against the tightness of her throat, "Fuck - Don't you dare look away." He threatened Tav hoarsely between moans.

Tav grabbed onto his legs for support while continuously bobbing her head against his length. Her throat squeezed and gagged on his cock with each rough thrust.

It was unbearable. Tav could barely breathe and she struggled to moan with her mouth full of Astarion's length. The vibrations from her struggling hums only made him throw his back with ecstasy.

Tav tried to pull away, and for a moment she tugged back with a gasp escaping her lips.

"Oh, no you don't," Astarion put some distance between his legs, squatting slightly before both hands held onto Tav's head, "I'm going to fuck this mouth until I cum."

Tav's moans muffled as she nodded to his testament. The tears in her eyes began to stream down her face from his force. The preassure in her throat started to tighten around his cock, rewarding her with Astarion's sweet moans.

"That's it, fuck, that's a good girl."

His moans were something that stayed the same, even after ascending. And it was one of Tav's favorite things about him.

A whimper left Astarions lips, never breaking his half-lidded intense gaze from Tav. Every thought and action centered around fucking and possessing his dearest treasure.

Astarion felt himself getting closer to his climax, tightening his grip on Tav’s hair, pulling her closer and deeper into him. And with one last final thrust, he let out a low moan, filling Tav's mouth and throat with his white slick.

He could feel Tav hum against his skin, and when he pulled his cock out of her mouth, she stumbled down on her palms; coughing and gasping. Her head sunk low between her shoulders, desperately trying to catch her breath.

"Look at me." Astarion asserted between heavy breaths.

With watery eyes and reddened cheeks, Tav lifted her head as her chest heavily rose and fell. Her arms quivered and trembled from the intense moment.

Astarion was awed at the mess she made. He loved seeing the way her black makeup stained her cheeks, "Good pup. Now open your mouth - I want to see it."

Tav parted her lips, and the cum trickled down her bottom lip, down her jaw, and then to her neck. She stuck out her tongue to further push out his seed.

Astarion looked down at Tav with a mixture of gratitude and possession. She belonged to him.

He hummed in approval and swiped his thumb against her cummed bottom lip softly, "What a fucking mess you made..." He leaned over and hovered over her lips with a teasing whisper, "You're so beautiful when you choke on my cum."

Tav hung her head back down and tried to catch her breath. She felt defeated, horny, and unashamed as she replayed the look of pleasure of Astarions face in her head.

But it seemed she wasn't going to get anything in return, only the sweet memories of his climax. And this was Astarion's punishment to Tav, no attention to the begging heat between her legs.

Tav needed a moment to gather herself, there was no way she’d be able to stand right now with her shaky legs.

Astarion pulled his pants up and buckled himself back to normal. He stared down at the ruin he caused with a smug look on his face.

“You are just perfect.”

Next part here

See you next week for some party drama. Let me know if you’d like to be on a tag list, I’ll try my best to keep up :]

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[lowkeyrobin]

can i pls have brenda(tmr) x fem reader pls🙏🙏 it could be anything i just want some brenda content😭😭

YES YWS YES YES YES OH MY FYCKING GOD YES PLEASE TELL ME J REACHED THE MAZE RUNNER FANDOM OMG ; also I only do gn readers but I don't think I mentioned any pronouns and kept it all relatively up to interpretation so 🙏 ; thank you so much for requesting, hope you enjoy!!!

BRENDA ; the last city

summary ; a little snippet of taking down WCKD with your friends

warnings ; language, stupid dad-milk joke, blood, knives, guns, & police brutality

word count ; 1.2k

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Storming WCKD was a tricky battle, consisting of hours of planning and waiting for the right time. If anything went wrong and you didn't act fast enough, you could've all been killed. Hell, even getting into the city was a trouble in itself, considering the Cranks in the tunnel nearly killed you all haven't Brenda and Jorge have followed you, Newt, Thomas, and Fry all the way there.

The mission was to save Minho, and all the kids they were torturing and killing in their hands for a cure that didn't exist. The sub-mission was also to destroy WCKD for good, kill Janson and Paige, and probably Teresa, too, considering she'd betrayed you all at the Right Arm and helped imprison your friends. You still felt bad for her. She just wanted to help, but she went the wrong way with doing so, she didn't really deserve to die like her peers.

You only had one sense of reassurance if you didn't get to return home and go to the Safe Haven, that Aris, Harriet, Sonya, and many other kids used and abused by WCKD, were currently safe. Thomas would make sure he and the others and the kids you retrieved would be okay as well. You just weren't sure about yourself being okay.

You stand down at the bus that you and Brenda had broken into, waiting for the guys to bring down a class sized amount of children to the lowest level of the parking garage. The plan was simple, get out into the city, get Fry's attention with a flare when in position, use the crane, and get back over the wall with the kids in one piece, the bus, however, that wasn't exactly known yet. No one was trying to test run dropping a bus from a hundred or so feet in the air with a crane, but Jorge reassured you'd be fine and to just hang on tight.

You finally see the mass of children headed your way, led by Gally, which Brenda directs into the bus while you get it started. Once Brenda sits down in the driver's seat, you standing next to her, she yells for everyone to duck, seeing two WCKD guards armed with guns headed your way, probably looking for you. You crouch down onto the floor as she slides down in the seat, hiding behind the wheel and dash.

She turns down to you, whispering. "Hang on"

You quickly grab onto the handle bar next to the stairs, and look back at the kids as she nods.

You whisper shout to them, sternness in your voice. "Hold on!"

Brenda slams on the gas, powering the bus towards the two armed men as she sits up. You hear two thumps against the metal vehicle and cringe a bit, feeling slightly bad for the guys she probably just killed.

She speeds out of the parking garage and onto the street, a few police cars now chasing the bus. You stand on your knees, looking up past the dash in front of you, acting as her eyes behind as she drives recklessly through the city. Tires screech and the kids yelp and gasp as Brenda drives like a psycho, like she was still driving a side by side back in the scorch.

You're eventually stopped and cornered, luckily in position. The two of you are ordered to step out with your hands up, and you comply, making sure to tell the kids, no older than twelve or thirteen, to stay put.

"Hands in the air! Drop your weapons"

You comply, dropping whatever knives and guns you had, except the flare gun, in Brenda's possession.

"I said drop your weapons!" One of the officers points their bulky gun at you, making you jump out of your skin. You had your fair share of being threatened with weapons, but you actually dropped your shit, there was no reason for this.

"I did?" You furrow your brows and look to Brenda, confused.

The next few moments are a blur, but you end up on the ground, pinned down by one of the men, a gun jammed into your back. You felt your skull bounce off the concrete beneath you, and your hands roughly being pulled behind your back. You try to fight back, maybe not the best of ideas, but this man was on top of you for no reason, and you felt dizzy and weak, unknowing to how hard you possibly hit your head.

Brenda yells before quickly kicking the officer in the face, serving him an uppercut with her boot. She pulls the flare gun out of the inside pocket in her jacket, and shoots the red light up into the dark sky, alerting Frypan.

You, in an act of panic, shoot back at the officers as Brenda hooks the grapple hook to the back bumper of the bus. She pulls you in with her, closing the doors, instructing the kids to duck down in case they shot at the windows. Then, the flight to Heaven began.

A very chaotic and painful ride to Heaven, and back down, that is.

Your head was bleeding a bit from the impact with the concrete, and your hands were clammy and you saw black dots all around. But, you'd endured worse, you'd live, it wasn't a major problem.

"Hold on tight!' Brenda shouts as the bus begins to soar through the air, sitting at a zero degree angle.

You sit in the front seat behind Brenda, feet tightly pushing against the seat, two kids around the age of ten hiding in your arms.

"Brenda, if we die, I'm going after Thomas. You take Jorge because he's your dad, not mine!" You shout, breathing heavily as you look out the window, the height off the ground scaring you worse than it was scaring the kids.

You hear a little chuckle escape her lips, though she comes in touch with Fry over the walkies, talking frantically considering the whole plan situation. This couldn't go any quicker, could it? It felt like you were sitting midair for tens of thousands of years, the milliseconds dragged on like hours.

You hear the bumper begin to creak and snap, signifying the weight couldn't be held up much longer.

"Brenda!" You yelp, feeling the slight push of the bus falling out of grip of the hook.

"Just hang on tight!" She shouts back, bracing for impact as the bus reaches outside the city's walls.

You pull the two kids under your arms a little closer, squeezing your eyes shut.

You feel the back bumper snap one last time, releasing the bus from the air, gravity pulling the 20-ton automobile back to the ground. The kids scream and yell out of fear as the bus plummets to the hard ground below, nose first.

You hear the front windshield crack and break, the engine crushing as well. The bus completely shuts down, then falls back with a bounce, standing on four wheels again. You feel yourself shaking a bit, eyes still shut tight as Brenda stands up.

You open your eyes carefully, releasing the two kids from your death-grip. You felt like you could puke at any moment, either between the stress of the bus flying through air or the concussion you probably just got two minutes ago.

Brenda leads the kids out of the bus, waiting for you as you hold the back of your head, feeling your brain pulse in your ears as blood smears onto your fingertips.

You look up at her as she looks down at you, still seated, with concern.

"I'm gonna be totally honest, that was pretty cool" You speak with a crooked smile.

She rolls her eyes with a light smile, stretching out a hand for you to grab. "Come on, dork, don't act like I didn't hear you screaming behind me"

You take her hand with a sly smile, following her out the bus.

"We're going to confront Dad about the milk, kiddos, let's go!"

[i-cant-stop-fandoming-help]

Took a break from life to write this yw drdt fandom. No i will not post this on ao3.

spoilers for DRDT chapter one.

“And, Teruko?... Good night.”

Teruko had slept well that night. Despite being in a so-called killing game, there weren't many people she was very concerned about. Sure, Charles was… Charles, but she didn’t worry about if he would kill her. He didn’t have much of a reason to, aside from the CD-DVD thing, but she doubted he would go to extremes over that.

Besides, she had found someone friendly enough that she was willing to call a friend. Xander seemed like a hopeful idiot, sure, but it was a bit nice to have around. He didn’t seem to care much for her bad luck.

After all she had gone through, that was rather… nice.

“I’m sorry for this.”

She was a fool. A pure and utter fool. How could she trust? Why did she trust? Even the kindest of people, even the most perfect humans, were all scumbags. There was a wound in her stomach, gaping wide open like a hungry mouth and drooling blood from it. 

In front of her, Xander was pacing back and forth, muttering mad words to himself and tugging at his hair. Even as she tried to stop the crimson spill, Teruko found herself straining to listen to his rambling. 

“Just why did you ask me to kill Teruko?” the knife clattered to the floor as he spoke, followed by one gloved hand finding it’s way up to his face. Despite the situation, his fingers ran through his red locks, ones that matched the color he had spilled from Teruko’s abdomen, and combed them back.

Teruko opened her jaws to respond, but she was hardly aware of the words that spilled out. His golden gaze, once full of warmth and care, were now a dull gray that carried sorrow and bitterness.

He spoke of more apologies and trust, but they were just whispers to her. As her vision swam, she only heard one last thing.

“Good night, Teruko.”