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kaeyx · 4 months

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UGHhh, Thinking about disgusting possessive Dazai who does daily hole checks. Everytime you wake up, he has your legs thrown around his shoulders holding your pussylips/asshole open as he checks you. He might even go as far as to dip a couple fingers in to make sure you're still stuffed from last night's... activities. Hole checks are also done as soon as you get home from college/work/hobbies just to make sure no one else touched you. He'll call or text you daily to send him a picture of your little hole/s to make sure it looks just how he left it. Full of his cum. IF (and you better hope there aren't) he finds or sees something out of place or not to his liking... you're fucked. He'll check your little hole/s and if it's not as wet OR even wetter than before you left? He's tying down your hands and legs and mafia style interrogating you, holding a loaded gun to your head, going through your phone (location, calls, texts ect) going through your bag and even sniffling your panties to see if he "smells a difference." If his cum is no longer inside you, cause obviously it's gonna drip out 🙄 he's gonna assume you cleaned yourself for another cock to pump you full. (Hate him so bad but I also NEED him so bad 😩)

-💋 (I could see this for ADA PM BEAST, Chuuya, Fyodor and Nikolai tbh. Chuuya not as much though he's not crazy like the others, possessive? Yes. Crazy? A little. But not Dazai crazy.)

Agkakfskxna wetness checks and hole inspections are so HOT and he's so gross he makes me ill oughfhfhg /pos

In exchange for letting you leave the house you have to promise you'll send Beastzai pictures whenever he asks, so he can keep an eye on you. He wakes you up every morning with your legs around his hips, cockhead pressed up to your cervix as he floods you with cum. He kisses you and maybe slides a plug into you if he's feeling generous, if not you have to somehow manage to keep all that mess inside you for the whole day. During the day you can do whatever you want, he's going to keep an eye on you anyway. Apart from sending a few of his people to shadow you, I think he's the type to put a tracker on your phone or you, sewing it into your favourite jacket or in a piece of jewellery you always wear.

Even when he knows where you are at all times, Beastzai loves checking in on you at random times. If you're in class or at work, you have to excuse yourself to the bathroom and send him a picture of your messy hole, dripping his cum. Sometimes he tells you to finger it back in, with video proof of course. If he doesn't think you're wet enough, you have to edge a few times to keep your head fuzzy, so you can focus on what's actually important. Beastzai wants you to be a desperate, throbbing mess, thinking with your cunt, soaking through your clothes.

If he doesn't think that's enough he'll call you to the PM hq during the day, only to fill you up again. Sometimes he has time to fuck you properly, but sometimes he just sits back in his chair while you do the work, cruelly pinching your clit if he thinks you're enjoying yourself too much. This isn't about your orgasm, it's about keeping you full, it's about breeding you so you don't forget who you belong to. If he's feeling particularly cruel he won't even penetrate you, jerking off over you while he watches your pussy drool and clench on nothing, only to push inside with one stroke and empty his balls as deep as he can into your cunt. If you're not loose and wet enough to take him, that's too bad. You know it's your job to be always ready for use. He even rubs the sticky, messy tip of his cock against your clit right before he puts all your clothes back on, just to be mean.

#dazai.bsd #GGHFHFHFH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH HOLY SJIT #i went with Beastzai because yeah he's gross and pathetic enough to do that. clingy obsessive bitch #but hhhhhhh pm boss Chuuya doing it..... weak in the knees #desperate possessive yan!chuuya wanting you to know he owns your holes forever #💋 anon #dazai x reader #beastzai.bsd

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overanalysingfandoms · 7 months

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Inspired by my own post to create an "Etho being jealous of Bdubs teammates/wanting Bdubs to join him without explicitly saying so" compilation

Feel free to lemme know if I've missed anything

#he's so desperate #and so pathetic #ethubs #ethdubs #etho #ethoslab #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #trafficblr #double life #limited life #secret life #secret life spoilers #trafficshipping

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lovesickeros · 5 months

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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

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the-woman-upstairs · 7 months

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Many reasons why I love Hoffman but one thing that tops the list is him sending Strahm to a Saw trap equivalent of a “Do you like me? Check Yes or No” note.

#such a deeply pathetic little weirdo desperate for attention but he cannot communicate that normally #so…saw trap #mark hoffman #hoffstrahm #coffinshipping #saw movies #saw franchise #like to believe hoffman had a little crush initially but then strahm gave himself a tracheotomy and it was all over for him #hoffman really comes off as someone who hoarded any and all attention his sister gave him #and when she died and then john directed him to exist in almost total anonymity #he completely lost it when *one* person started actively paying attention to him again #toxic yaoi for the win #can’t believe that not only do i enjoy the fuck out of these movies #but they also include my absolute favorite type of character: repressed weirdo bruiser not fit for society and uses violence as therapy #i binged all the saw movies in two weeks and all i got was this brainrot

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im-getting-help · 2 months

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OMG Oliver, why did you lie? why did you tell me that your parents were addicts and dealers? that you didn't have siblings? why would you say that your father died? you came to my door crying and telling me a story about how your dad died in an awful way. Why?

Oliver, being completely honest:

#this line always gets me #LIKE WDYM #the worst part is that he's being completely 100% sincere and it KILLS me #IT IS INSANE #like #“i just felt like it was going to be more entertaining if i pretended to be a real charity case”#“and i wanted to be entertaining”#“cause i don't think there's anything else i can give you that has any value to you”#“and all i really want is to be in your presence as long as i can”#“cause what else can i ask from you?”#OLIVER MY GOD #and he's so ashamed too #he's not ashamed of the lies #he's ashamed of confronting how pathetic the truth sounds #like he wants so bady to believe he's not a boy acting out of desperation and love #but he isssss #you're just a boy in limerence #you have NO control #you have NO power #only raw emotion #saltburn #oliver quick #cattonquick #felix catton #oliver x felix #crazy boy ily

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outofcontextbokumono · 6 months

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#you can literally HEAR the desperation in his voice #hes so pathetic what the hell 😭😭#sos1 #story of seasons #story of seasons 2014 #bokumono #bokujou monogatari #out of context #mod fav #harvest moon

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inblackwoods · 10 months

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I know it's incredibly late, but at last! My piece for the Yeehawgust prompt "Yee-caw."

Additionally, I have no justification for making Jack Seward cool and capable of befriending corvids. I just thought that in a high fantasy western au, purely for the aesthetics, he could be a suspicious surgeon type.

Close up because I'm trying new brushes

#Yeehawgust #Dracula #Jack Seward #John Seward #nabiscart #I usually make Jack very pathetic baby but I'm sick of that what if he were cool now #Meaning I've been thinking he might be desperate for authority #I like to think he was born a nobody and was picked on for most of his life #So he compensated for his weaker stature and lower social status by climbing the social ladder tooth and nail #To own an entire asylum at an incredibly young age #Just to feel as though he has some amount of control- authority- maybe even respect if he's lucky #He has a complex now and it's constantly battling with his emotionality and compassion #Do I be ruthless and cruel to get authority or do I be kind and risk looking like a softie #He just breaks down and looks sad and insane instead

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identityquest · 3 months

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i dont. have an excuse for this actually

#sketch #ocs #oc:drogmeydok #i cannot main tag this i think it would kill me. anyways hes kinda desperate for your character its sorta pathetic #like you want me so bad and im just here to kill some rando whos bothering me i couldnt care less abt you #also in oc canon sugar is dealing with the vampire quest at the moment. neither her or dmd is having fun

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rubra-wav · 2 months

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Bro pls if I start brainrot level simping for Pentious too, that would be such a funny pipeline 💀

#listen listen i just think him as a sub bottom would be hot as fuck #he would ALSO be desperate and pathetic in a relationship like come OOOOOOOON #hes straight tho im pretty sure so im kinda hesi to fully jump in w that thought process #idk thoughts are thoughting #i wanna try writing him more now #sir pentious #vox #meme #im also thinking about him and my oc interacting w one another because i feel like they would get along really well #hes just so babygirl like what the hell #im a cherrisnake shipper but like... 👀👁

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charlesemersonwinchesteriii · 1 year

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Garak is So much right from his first episode. Laura Palmer of Cardassia over here trying to get laid, foil a terrorist plot, AND work a retail shift, all while high as fuck. Dude’s schedule in Past Prologue is FULL.

#Star Trek: Deep Space 9 #Past Prologue really reveals how immediately dickmatized he is by Julian cause it's Julian at some of his absolute peak autism obliviousnes #and Garak still wants him so bad. utterly pathetic to see. I'm obsessed with them.#also it sucks how we have to wait sooooooooo fucking long to see Garak again after that but it's also kind of hysterical #like DS9 said there is a full on Cardassian spy loose in the station. we will not be following up on this for an entire season btw.#he's just. hangin around.#Starky's Original Posts #Starky's Text Posts #garashir #garashir best ship because it's literally a former torturerspyassassin (all at once) whose tragic backstory is literally whatever you want #and the world's most adorable puppyish angelic twink who still sleeps with a teddy bear #STRAIGHT OUTTA WATTPAD FANFIC. I FUCKING LOVE YOU STAR TREK YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH #also didn't mean to imply that Julian's autism obliviousness is not an extremely sexy trait of his bc it is I just meant like #you wouldn't have thought it'd be so sexy to. a Cardassian and a spy. it's soooo funny #the way he has to desperately try to explain that the suit fitting is a metaphor. absolutely dickmatized RIP.

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kaeyx · 4 months

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Mannn.. beast!zai getting tired of ur squirming and whining while he’s having his way with you so next time he’s feeling dirty and is taking you on the kitchen floor, he very gently(or as least what he thinks gentle is) slams your head against a cabinet and then takes you while your too disoriented to resist <3

Whoever you are I hope you know this is making me INSANE /pos pos pos

Beastzai gets tired of you resisting him, kicking him away, trying to close your legs. Maybe you're a pretty little thing he's taken off the streets, maybe you're a subordinate he had his eye on for a while. Maybe he's been ramping up the possessiveness so what you initially thought was flattering and hot is now suffocating. He doesn't want you to be able to think without him, he doesn't want you to know any words or how to resist, he wants a broken doll and he means it. Maybe you think it's just a kink, that you can turn it off once you're done playing, but Beastzai doesn't agree.

He tries more conventional methods first, of course. Ties you down, makes you say degrading things over and over until you start to believe them yourself. It's cute, but not enough. One time when you're being particularly uncooperative, maybe you try to brat, maybe you're just terrified because he's kidnapped you and never lets you leave his side; that's when he snaps. He grabs you by the hair or neck and slams the side of your head into the wall, the ground, the edge of a cabinet. Your yell of confusion and pain makes his cock twitch, and seeing how you stumble and stop fighting nearly has him cumming right there. You're too dazed and in pain to fight him for the rest of the day, just sitting and holding your head or his hands for comfort, letting him use you like a doll.

He kind of wants to keep you like this.

#dazai.bsd #HI HELLO I'M LOOKING #god he's so pathetic and desperate and soggy but also when he snaps he'd be the scariest and most unhinged out of any of the Dazais #this one got seriously fucked up woops :3 #obviously this goes for my entire blog amd i don't think any of you need the reminder but DO NOT DO THIS IN REAL LIFE.#beastzai.bsd

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bhaalsdeepbat · 2 months

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Because of the implication that Karlach didn't know any of the more devious shit Gortash was doing while she was employed by him, I HC that he sold her at a point where he couldn't be as covert in his private dealings. Like it was a point where she clearly was going to be a liability and she's good. Too good. Like to her core.

And there isn't a whole lot different between himself and the tiefling rascal he took in so she could support the parents she loves so much. I think that at a certain point he'd just be kinda aggravated because, to him, her view of the world is so idealistic. I like the idea of him having a little bit of petty jealousy, but I can't see that being the motivator for the sale. I think he really believed she was strong enough to handle it - because he was strong enough to withstand the hells - and wanted her to be humbled, in a way. he needed her to have a taste of the real world, so to speak, because his understanding is that it's a cutthroat world and all people are pawns, regardless of age or relation.

that's not a way karlach can live tho

and then she comes back, broken, sure. she has her whole thing where she can consume the soul coins, which ultimately has her viewing lost souls as tokens/pawns in the way gortash sees all people, but she clearly struggles with it and it wasn't a choice she made, but something zariel pushed on her so she could survive.

regardless, karlach's optimism is unwavering and she's still so vivacious. She's angry, understandably so, she has scars, she's done shit she isn't proud of, but she, herself, was never corrupted. when she escapes, she immediately goes full hero mode, she just has the burden of the soul coins to bear bc NO ONE can come out of that situation completely unscathed. and remember the types of friends she made in the hells!!! her one only helps her if it comes with a double-edged sword. despite that, she doesn't prevent it from allowing her to bond with the companions.

so she comes back proof that you can go through what Gortash did and come out mostly in tact. you may be hurt, she shouldn't have HAD to go through that, but she's fighting for a better future for herself (even if that means dying to not return to avernus). Unlike Gortash, she doesn't need to bring the world to heel to pay for the cruelty it showed her.

in fact, everything she went through just makes her appreciate the little good in her life even more and motivates her to aggressively protect her friends.

#bat rambles #karlach #sorry for the repost i had a few things to add re: soul coins #i also am thinking abt gortash a little more and like #he's kinda pathetic in a way i'm not even sad for him about #but he is so desperate to be loved imo #not quite to the levels of Raphael's narcissism #but up there #like it was A Choice to set it up so he'd be viewed as the hero of baldur's gate #protecting them from the Evil's of the Absolute #the one person who can protect them only to be the one to sell them all out #just a mirror of what he went through y'know #the writing in this is so solid you can just see so many things that relate to one another #they're all so entangled

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