#the rose is speaking/mod rose rambles

[littlemsrose]

Have some sun,moon, and eclipse headcanons from yours truly

Sundrop/Sunrise:

He's not really that lively, when he's alone he's just that person who's always moving and sometimes talks too fast.

He does some Stims when he's happy they are: Jump in place, shake his wrists, quickly rotate his spokes, spin in the same place

Because he is a daycare attendant he has a special scent to attract children, Sun smells like honey and sunflowers, and can you sometimes smell sugar from him.

He is a hopeless romantic, always falling in love too fast, and sometimes this has caused him to get hurt too much with relationships.

He has special nicknames for the people he loves, and each one is sweeter and more childlike than the next.

When Sundrop was infected, he created anxiety and was alone, because of this he is quite talkative when he is in this state.

Definitely an cuddle bug, will hug you without any warn or anything at all, and he loves to do tackle hugs.

Moondrop/Moonrise

He is an soft spoken tired bot that is trying his best to be likeble

Because of his red eyes(someone thought it would be funny to get his eyes permanently stuck on security mode and fazbear didn't bother to change it back) some kids are so afraid of him, some of them even cried

There's an small groupof children that love him and they pretend to be asleep and when he found them they play hide and go see and other things

Moon is not romantic but he likes to give his S/O gifts, like old dolls from the glamrocks (sometimes he brings them his old dolls and think that they will toss them out :(), Clothes, and sometimes little stars made out of an paper that glow in the dark

He rarely sleep,but if he trust you enough, he'll sleep on top of you like a cat, and i don't think you'd have the guts to move to wake him up do you?

When he was infected he first hid from everyone and even the group of children who like him a lot for fear of doing anything bad,but that didn't stop glitchtrap from hunting every one of them

He is back to normal but he still feels very guilty about what he did, and you can occasionally catch him crying over it.

He doesn't like hugs but if you ask him he will hug you and control himself so he doesn't melt with the demonstration of love

Eclipse

He got stuck inside the arcade cabinet because fazbear thought he was extremely scary because of that he hates his own appearance

Extremely touched starved any touch, caress, and kiss makes him start to cry and want more of your attention as he thinks it's the last time he's going to get it.

He doesn't communicate through his voice, he communicates using his bare hands or sometimes writing things down with his fingers.

He doesn't like to hear the noises of something banging,it rememind him when he was trapped inside the arcade cabinet.

When he actually tries to speak his voice is a mixture of Sun and moon with something else, which makes it sound distorted and extremely scary he doesn't like to speak because of that either.

When Sun and Moon were caught by the virus, eclipse was the one who was blamed for doing it for and that was also one of the reasons he was locked inside the cabinet.

Please hug him as many times as you want, no matter what he will say yes as he has been trapped inside for over 4 years.

Well i hope you guys like it, if you guys have any requests please feel free to send in an ask

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[diabeticlady]

Skyrim Stuff Part 3!

At this point I'm hoping that my Skyrim save doesn't fall apart. I still have like a good forty or so entries left so... we'll be good for now! To be honest the most upsetting part of the possible save death would be all the time I have put into writing these. I've delved into Elder Scrolls lore to try and ensure that it all makes sense. With my specific fascination with Wayrest I even went and got Daggerfall started and running so I can mess with the Knightly Orders and Nobles there. Fantastic and free game you can play through Daggerfall Unity. Though I doubt anyone reading fucking Skyrim modded playthrough RP is unfamiliar. Thank you to all that do read this, even if you don't like it. Anyways, enough rambling, back to some more entries!

Last Seed, 18th, 4E 201

This place has turned itself into some form of giant death trap. I do not know what the Nords of old were trying to protect but I am left wondering how long these contraptions of death have been left swinging. I managed to easily dodge through the swinging axes, and was perceptive enough to notice the hanging jars of burning oil, ready to be released. Another note to self, do not burn these undead. The smell was nearly enough to make me throw up right then and there. Would have been a terrible way to go out, mid swordfight. Nonetheless, as I venture deeper inside the purpose of this Golden Claw became apparent. Another wall with symbols on it required my touch. The Golden Claw was no more than a key! To be used to enter this large cave area. I found an excavation site nearby, and gathered a few remnants from it. However that was hardly the oddest thing that happened. There was this wall, etched into it some form of runes. A language long since forgotten, perhaps? What matters most is that as I approached this wall, I found myself absorbing some type of magic. Just like the runes, I can only assume that this magic is ancient and esoteric. I only hope that whatever it is that I absorbed is not evil in some form. It was quite heavily guarded after all. Maybe this is what the undead here were trying to protect? I will have to speak to some local wizards, to help understand what I have uncovered. There was one last undead foe that rose from their tomb, though they were still easily dispatched. It also seemed to shout at me, propelling magic through its voice. It was unlike anything I had ever seen. I found another piece of possible treasure on its corpse (though it was technically already a corpse), some slab of rock with something etched into it. I lived through the catacombs, but now I just have more and more questions.

Last Seed, 19th, 4E 201

I went down from where that catacomb left me, and decided to head back to that quaint little town I had seen earlier. Riverwood is what it is called. Along the way I stumbled across another piece of odd architecture, though unlike the catacomb. I don't know what it is, but I found a note nearby, and I am yet to read it. Will do so after this entry. Anyways, after resting at the local inn (that makes two), I stopped by the local merchant to acquire supplies and food. Apparently the Golden Claw was some relic of his, which I kindly returned. Got paid 400 septims for that, my first quest complete, even if I completed it unknowingly. I am pretty well stocked on food now, and also managed to tackle another little trouble-spot. A nearby mine. I had seen bandits near it, and so I went in assuming that the mine was being attacked by them. Little did I know, the bandits had completely taken control of it. They were still weak compared to me, easily felled by my blade. The poor miners inside though, I found a journal that spoke about how they were enslaved by the bandits, forced to mine the iron in the cave under cruel cruel conditions. I hope that they receive a pleasant rest, from the Divine Mother. I am headed back to Whiterun, I need to meet with the court wizard there. Maybe they can help explain what magic I absorbed in that catacomb.

Last Seed, 19th, 4E 201

I have arrived back in Whiterun. After some shopping, I have decided to relax at the Bannered Mare. This will be the last journal entry for today, as I plan on getting myself drunk. Though, there are already plans for tomorrow. I read the note I found on the unknown structure. Apparently it was Dwemer? Either way, I have the remains of someone to find. Sounds like it'll be fun. I also spoke with the person who owns the inn, a lovely lady by the name of Hulda. They were not kidding about Nord size, as the woman towers over me! Anyways, the lass spoke of some odd going ons in the town of Helgen. I checked my map, it is not far from Riverwood. I have no clue what that is about, might be related to the tensions I have heard about going on in Skyrim, with the Stormcloaks and the Imperials. Either way, another place I need to check out.

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[the-manors-writer]

Aesop Carl sfw and nsfw headcanons? Gender neutral reader please :)

Aesop Carl supremacy!! - Mod Aesop

Request: General Aesop headcanons

Pairing: [Aesop Carl] Embalmer x gn!reader

Warnings: general nsfw, somnophilia

Aesop Carl

SFW

Although he may prefer the quieter and calmer sides of things more, your loud laughters and ramblings of the most mundane things does bring a smile to his face, albeit hidden behind his mask.

He is soft spoken and says very few words, however, he will make an effort to communicate with you if need be.

Or perhaps asking him about his occupation would do the trick just fine. He won't hesitate to ramble on for hours about his fascination behind the dead and the concept of death itself.

However with talking, comes with him getting breathless fast as he isn't used to speaking more than several words.

Aesop isn't the best with words nor actions, but will do stuff such as - leaving yellow roses in front of your door, mayhaps a nicely written letter to convey his feelings and thoughts over a certain situation that has passed.

Aesop doesn't like touch, he isn't a fan of human contact for he just wasn't used to it. He preferred the cold over warmth but of course when it comes to you, maybe.. Just maybe, he'll allow you to hold his bare hand just for a minute and nothing more than that.

Struggling with his own mental health issues, he trusts you to be patient with him if anything remotely bad or uncalled for were to happen. And for that, he will do the same to you as well.

Although Aesop shouldn't be the first person to confront if in need of any sort of comfort or physical touch at that. He wouldn't mind indulging in the silence with you, that and mayhaps your loud sobbing.

The most he would do is rub slow circles on your back, hold your cold hands in his warm glove-covered ones or if you're lucky enough, embrace you.

"It's okay..", "I'm here.", "You're safe now." Will be spoken out quietly, in fear someone could hear him although that wouldn't be the case.

nsfw

this won’t happen until pretty far into your relationship by the by, but.

hey anon are you into sleep sex

cus you’re gonna be stuck with sleep sex

lots of it

aesop thinks you’re the most breathtaking when you’re at peace and sleeping

the look of serenity sends him into a frenzy

however, when you are awake, aesop is a very romantic man in bed

...bdsm gear aside

he takes good care of you and makes sure you feel just as good as him

after all, he wants you to look your best, even when he’s balls deep inside of you and making you see stars

he isn’t that into bruising your skin badly, so when he ties you up it’s always never too tight as to keep your skin unharmed

so when he bites and licks, it rarely leaves any marks

he’s very much into body worship as well

he loves your figure no matter how it looks

to him, you’re the most perfect cadaver body there is

[ art credit - @necromance_p ]

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[bl4cktourmaline]

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[sneakymalou]

Big insomnia due to the cold I’ve caught... so I’m writing and making gifs 😋🥰😴

(Gif by me 🍎)

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[rxspbrrry]

A FLOWER FOR YOU.

characters ; herb notes ; gn reader, fluff, short fic summary ; herb plans to give you a special gift.

mod raspberry ; herb isn't one of my favourites, but i think he's neat :] here's one to all the herb stans out there! i think khoi dao did a really good job voicing him :O

for the first time in his life, herb was unsure.

it wasn't that he was always decisive and dominant in making decisions, but usually when it came to choosing the flowers for making bouquets, he'd have a certain pair or arrangement already forming in mind. however, for some reason, he was completely stuck today.

sparkling, who had long grown tired of seeing herb mutter and pace around his shop for hours on end, had left a few moments ago, leaving herb all alone to drown in his misery. it wasn't like herb seemed to notice that though; he was still too busy racking his brain of a single idea on what to put in that bouquet.

what could they possibly like? would roses be too cliche? what if they prefer the unconventional? do they prefer a bouquet or a single flower? do they even like flowers? what if they're allergic? herb had been moping around his shop for the whole day, and though the sun was already about to set, he still had not made progress in making the bouquet.

when herb realised that it was already evening, it was too late. you were going to visit his shop in 5 minutes, and that was not enough time to choose flowers, wrap them and prepare a neat and beautiful bouquet for you.

if herb wasn't already anxious, then he was now.

"dear, oh dear," herb scratched his head, and his foot started tapping nervously. the usual smile on his face was now an obvious frown, while his eyebrows were furrowed in an unnaturally "herb" way. anyone who saw him in this current state, especially you, would've been frightened at the fact that this sweet baby was unhappy.

and speaking of the devil, you entered herb's flower shop, to which he noticed and perked his head up. damn it, herb gulped, and his face almost went pale. he had promised himself that he would give you a gift; but what could he prepare right now when you were already in front of him?

before you could say anything, herb turned around and grabbed the nearest flower in his state of panic, and brought it to you. "here," he rambled, a bashful look on his face, "a flower for you. i'm sorry i couldn't give you anything more than that, i-"

"it's beautiful, herb," you raised a finger and placed it on his lips to shut him up, effectively warming his cheeks. "thank you."

despite herb's bashful look still shown on his face, his mind had already thought of a bolder idea. swiftly, he raised his hand with the flower in it and tucked it behind your ear.

"there," he whispered, and your cheeks reddened. "two beautiful flowers together."

#r.writes #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #herb cookie #herb cookie run #herb x reader #herb cookie x reader #cookie run sfw #cookie run kingdom sfw

[moved-danganronpamess]

I saw requests are open, so if it’s not to much to ask could I possibly request a gender neutral reader comforting sad ishimaru, gundham, sonia, and byakuya (dr1) in the game? I wish to cuddle and hug them—(also I LOVE YALLS WRITIN I WENT ON A SPREE READING THROUGH THE MASTERLIST ITS ALL V GOOD::33 ::DDDD)

Aww man! My first request, heehee!

I'm sure all the other mods appreciate your kudos! I hope it’s alright that I answered your ask despite being new, I just couldn’t resist! I wanna hug and cuddle these cuties too, they deserve it for all they’ve been through. I only wrote Ishimaru and Byakuya for now, I hope that’s alright! I’ll be sure to post Sonia and Gundham another time!  

I hope you enjoy it, my buttercup baby! <3

- 🌺💖Mod Rantaro💖🌺

gn!S/O comforting a sad Ishimaru and Byakuya during the killing game!

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

You and Taka were very close. From the start of this sick, horrible killing game you were forced to play, you two naturally gravitated towards eachother. You formed an extremely tight bond in a very short amount of time.

A bond tight enough to spend almost all of your free time together, sometimes in each other’s dorm rooms or around the school.

Y’all vibed hardcore-

But, with everything going on, Taka started to feel... A bit down.

The school... Wasn’t exactly a school. There were no teachers, no classes no schoolwork or homework. To most students, that would be heaven (if it weren’t for the fact everyone was trapped inside the school for the rest of their time), but for the Ultimate Moral Compass... It was almost torture.

Taka took a lot of pride in his hard work. The countless flawless grades and extra credit (that he didn’t even need, but got anyway), constant praise from his teachers and family for nothing but said work, it warped his sense of self-worth to the point that, if he wasn’t working or being successful, he didn’t matter.

And you took notice of that. You took notice of how he seemed to get more down with each passing day where he couldn’t study or show off his current knowledge.

And Taka started to get self-loathing thoughts about the whole situation. How he was useless, unworthy, or just a bother if he couldn’t work.

He knew this was unhealthy, but he kept it to himself for quite some time, until he couldn’t take having these thoughts anymore. He needed someone to talk to, and he knew you could help.

It was somewhere in the afternoon, around 6-7 PM, you couldn’t bother to look at the exact time. 

You heard a somewhat frantic knock at the door, and went to crack it open. Peeping through the opening, you noticed Taka’s tearful expression. 

You threw open the door, letting your friend inside, “Taka, what’s wrong?! Did something happen?!”, you panicked, closing the door after him.

Taka quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, already feeling bad for making you worry over nothing.

“N-no, no! Nothing happened!”, he reassured you, and you let out a relieved sigh. But... What was wrong, then?

“Are you ok, Ishi?”, you grabbed your friend’s hand, leading him to your bed. You both sat down, as you laced your fingers with his, not planning to let go, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Taka ignored his quick heartbeat, as he told you about how he felt. His voice shook, and his vision was blurred with tears as he rambled about how useless he felt. If he couldn’t study, take tests or answer teachers’ questions, what was he even good for?

You pulled him into a hug, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. You debunked every bad word he said about himself, telling him how his talent and academic achievements didn’t define him as a person. He was a wonderful, caring friend who you were incredibly lucky to have, not some studying machine you expected to be the best at everything.

You knew how much he valued knowledge, so you suggested starting some new hobbies together like... Art, or chess, or sewing... Anything you could think of at the moment that would get you two to learn and expand your horizons.

Your touch and reassuring words comforted him... You were so considerate with your words and found a way to get him out of that low, low state so easily. You even wanted to try those hobbies with him! He never really felt so cared for. Your hand ran through his hair so delicately, he felt like he could melt. He never wanted to let go...

He was so lucky to have you.

 Byakuya Togami :

Byakuya was in the school library, as per usual. Reading a book about who-knows-what and trying to distract himself from the dark fog slowly forming in his head.

He was thinking about everything that was taken away from him. From his success and wealth, to his family’s Corporation, everything that he fought for and righteously owned... Gone. Probably forever.

It messed with him, it really did. He felt like all he went through to get to the top was worthless. That his years of fighting were wasted on nothing.

He tried to push these feelings away. Wallowing over the fact that he was trapped in Hope’s Peak until his damnation wouldn’t help his situation. He even tried to deny his sadness, and practically ran from his emotions, opting to distract himself instead. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you call out his name. He loudly slammed his book shut, not even bothering to mark where he stopped at, then turned to your direction, coldly asking: “What do you want?”

Now, your relationship with Togami was strange. At least, from your perspective. He was self-centered, cold and difficult to talk to, but that’s part of the reason why he was so intriguing to you. You always tried to talk to him, even if he responded rudely to you every time. You noticed his very slight shift in nature when he interacted with you. He was still cold, yes, but it was almost toned down.

There was something about you that he found intriguing too. You always  had something to say to him, something to add, a comeback to an insult he may’ve thrown at you once or twice. He found you amusing, and certainly didn’t want to push you away.

You walked into the library, closing the door behind you, “I’m just here to check on you. You don’t have to be so sour about it.”

“I’m fine. Now leave, you’re distracting me.”, Byakuya tried to go back to his reading, planning to ignore you, but you proved that to be difficult by coming up to the desk, and sitting down on it.

Before Togami could tell you to move, you asked: “You doin’ ok? You seem sad.”

That... Took him aback. It was clear he didn’t expect your question.

He didn’t even know how to reply. Part of him wanted to talk to you, and the other just wanted to get you away from him. 

You hummed at his silence, then said, leaning over to rest your elbows on you knees, chin propped in your hands, “I can tell you how I’m feeling, if that would make you wanna talk about it.”

Byakuya sighed, “Fine, because I know you’ll keep bothering me about it if I don’t listen to you.”

You made him promise to talk about his own feelings btw it was an incredibly long, annoying and difficult process and he actually tried to leave the room several times but yOU CONVINCED HIM AND YOU DID IT GOOD JOB

Byakuya's superiority complex really said "no❤️"

And so, you rambled for a while. About how you felt, what you missed, what you wanted to do, and he listened. He may've looked somewhat disinterested, but it was far from that. He wanted to hear you, he was just too proud to fully admit it.

But when it was his turn to talk, he hesitated. He hesitated a lot, actually, and you had to convince him to speak all over again.

And he did! Of course, adding a lot of "I suppose"s and "maybe"s/"possibly"s to his sentences to distance himself from his emotions. He didn't tell you everything, but he did say a majority of his feelings. And... He really felt better.

Subconsciously, you went to pat the top of his head, telling him you're proud that he opened up to you.

Then you realized what you did.

"Oh, sorry! I probably shouldn't-"

As you went to pull your hand away, Togami quickly snatched your wrist, and put your hand back on his head, saying: "This- stays between us, understand?"

You smiled, seeing his rose-tinted cheeks, as your ran your hand through his hair absentmindedly.

As he went back to his reading, you two sat together in a comfortable silence, and a ghost of a grin appeared on his face.

... He could get used to this.

Make sure to drink some water, take any meds you may need to, and maybe eat some fruit or candy! Lotsa love from me, my buttercup baby! <3

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[razieltwelve]

Hi someone who's had to do a similar thing with my writing on ao3 here. I didn't have the same quantity of comments to work through as you did, but I did have quite a few, I ended up changing the settings on all my fics to screen comments and then went through them page by page. I don't know if there's any 'mods' that can be added to ao3 so that comments are all on one page like ff.net (wish there was). If you do decide to nuke things though, I would recommend just reposting your stories on ao3 with screened comments, ff.net seems like its dying and tumblr is not user friendly enough for longer fanfics like yours (which I enjoy reading a lot btw). They were very patient with me when I explained that I was going to take time to get through my comments, but they don't delete your stuff without warning, and if they do then you get emailed a copy of your work. (I am sorry this happened to you though, I know you have a life outside of writing fanfiction and this takes time away from it)

I have spent my whole day getting everything up to code, so to speak.

It was not a fun process.

Frankly, if, after all of this, there are still issues, I'm tempted to just nuke the profile and call it quits over there. I write fan fiction because I enjoy it. If I no longer enjoy writing it or if it becomes too troublesome to post, I'll just stop or find somewhere else.

In a way, this was a wake up call.

I remember when I first started writing fan fiction. Damn, those were good days. I was just starting out as a writer, and I finally found a bunch of people who liked what I wrote and were willing to give me a chance.

It's been years since then, sixteen years since my first story on ff.net. That's a long time.

And today I stopped and looked around, and it just occurred to me that pretty much nobody is left from those days. One by one, almost everyone else has gone off to do something else. I don't begrudge them that. There's a life outside of fan fiction, and I don't blame anyone for focusing on that.

It's just... a little sad, I suppose, to realise that you're one of the last people standing, that all of the familiar names are gone and that the stories you loved aren't really known anymore because the fandoms you started off in have fallen by the way side either because of time or mismanagement.

And so I just wonder how long before I end up following all the others who've left. I suppose Final Rose is probably the main reason I haven't already gone. I get to go nuts with the characters and do whatever I want, and that's really fun.

I'm not going to lie either. I've got a definite emotional attachment to the gang. Ordinary Heroes was first posted ten years ago this past June. That means Diana and the others have been around for a decade. That's a decade with a spiky-haired ragamuffin, her overly protective sister, and their surprisingly normal cousin. They've been with me through a litany of injuries, hospitalisations, and the like, and I've gotten to write them growing up, marrying, having kids, and even passing away. That's something. It really is.

I guess I'm rambling now. I do that sometimes. But, yeah. When the day finally comes that I call it quits, I think they're what I'll miss the most about fan fiction. But I'd rather quit than let frustration, boredom, and anger turn me bitter. They brought a smile to my face when I came up with them, and they've made readers smile over the years too, and that's how I'd like it to stay.

I think the thing that makes the happiest is that if I got run over by a car tomorrow, then there would be people out there who will remember. They and all the stories I've written won't die with me. Is that vanity? I suppose it is. But my stories have been good to me, better than I deserve, so it's comforting to know that they'd outlive me.

[littlemsrose]

Hi! I have a request! How about a Lord X x Immortal reader who takes advantage of their immortality and speedruns Lord X's game constantly? "This is the 15th time you've played the game! How are you not dead!?"

"Shhhhhh, getting a new Personal Best here."

Oh this gonna be fun

Immortal!Reader and Lord x shenanigans

Let's start he's confused as hell, because he swore he killed you before how are you alive??

And this time, he's realizing that you're playing too fast, and he's trying to scare you but it's not working, why do you just madly skip what he's trying to do? And at the end again he kills you this time by decapitating you.

Not five minutes later, you're groping the floor and you put your head on your neck, lord x is even more confused and you kind of stare at him and say "Let me see how much I beat my record in this run'

So now he's "stuck" with a human who is immortal? This is weird but hey he can do somethings and test on you, and you don't see to mind

He is always now waiting for you inside the game because he knows that you will always come back and well he can kill you in different ways and well you will come back to the game

Because of the speed at which you finish his game, you are always talking to him at the end.

Because you want to beat it in Speedrun, x is now constantly changing the game so you take longer it's like a competition between you and him and well it always gets more fun have more challenges for you to try.

He gave up on killing you a long time ago, now he's just trying to make you angry with the small changes and increased difficulty

You can say he is your friend now ,bc the mf will not leave you alone because he is having too much fun with you.

So now he kills other people, just plating copies of his game on the other computers, but you is the original one, so he can keep visiting you.

He not soft STOP CALLING HIM SOFT HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE SPOOK >:(

Hope you like it my sweet

#the rose is speaking/mod rose rambles #an new flower is blooming/ask #lord x x reader #lord x #lord x fnf #sonic.exe #sonic exe #sonic exe pc port #lord x headcanons

[vanrouqe]

hi hi!! first off i wanna thank u for feeding me ace crumbs...i keep rereading the ones u have up and i keep going 🥺💓💘💕 everytime,, since u opened up reqs, i hope u dont mind if i req for an ace scenario where he and reader were just chilling out together and were sitting in a comfortable silence when reader just says "hey ace? i love u" for the first time? thank u sm in advance :D

mod says: when i tell you my heart went 923 bpm and lost sleep because of how excited i was to do this request. anon, your kind words are forever engraved in my heart!! also, i hope you enjoy this :D

"Oi, Kantokusei! Wake up already" You were practically tugged awake from your sleep.

You let out a groan as you were forced to sit up straight, prying away your hands from the person in question as you rubbed sleepiness away from your eyes.

You let your eyes adjust to your surroundings, as you saw Ace open the windows of your bedroom curtains. You hissed at the sudden brightness.

"What are you doing here?" You asked incredulously.

"Less talking, more walking. Breakfast is gonna get cold." He nags, completely avoiding your question as he scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style.

It was useless to protest, so you let him. "You didn't answer my question." You mumble, adjusting your arms over his neck and that's when you noticed, Ace didn't have his make up on.

It was a small detail you've come to memorize, as your mind adjusted to reality or at least remember why he was here, casually playing house.

Then you remembered.

Right. There were two days left days before school starts again and it has become a routine for Ace to come back to school—to spend time with you which was as you would have guessed synonymous to annoying you.

By the time you two reached the kitchen, Grim was already finishing up his breakfast. "I gotta say Ace, that was delicious. Even my henchman can't prepare something this delicious, yanno!" He says, patting his stomach.

"Heh, thanks" Ace grins, as he settles you down the empty chair, snapping his fingers as a plate filled with tuna sandwiches hovers over the air before it lands infront of you, all the while giving Grim a pointed look.

Grim dismissively waved a hand over your direction, "Anyways, the Great Grim is gonna practice Magift. Gotta stay in shape, yanno!" He chuckles before sneaking to steal a sandwich before dashing out through the back door.

"Break a leg!" You call out, rolling your eyes before turning your attention over the plate of sandwiches.

-

"So, did you enjoy breakfast? Ace asks, as he helped you clear the table.

You hummed in response, taking the plates from both his hands before placing them in the sink, along with the other utensils Ace had used to make breakfast.

"You're awfully clingy today" You chuckle, feeling his arm snake around your waist as he rested his chin over your shoulder.

"Am I?" Ace hums, nuzzling his face over the crook of your neck before he let go.

"Yeah. What gives?" You purse your lips, as you turned your head to an angle, nudging your nose against his cheek.

There was a pause before Ace chuckles, "Oh, no reason."

"Anyways I'm gonna play Magift with Grim." He adds, giving your cheek a kiss, leaving you dumbfounded.

"What was that all about?" You mumble to yourself as you watched Ace's retreating figure, before you continued washing the dishes.

-

The rest of the day was like any ordinary day, except for the fact that whenever you would glance at Ace, he would have caught your eye and would either throw you a wink or blow you a kiss.

It really shouldn't have bothered you, but your boyfriend who wasn't inherently handsy, was looking at you as if he's been struck by cupid's love arrow, falling in love with you all over again.

Maybe it was his new way of annoying you? You wondered to yourself. You snapped out your thoughts, when you heard the bedroom door open.

Speaking of the devil

"Kantokusei, let's go on a picnic" Ace suggests, plopping over the space next to you.

"Picnic? Like? Right now?" You repeated, growing more confused by the turn of events.

"Yeah! C'mon we only have two days left before school starts, let's at least make something out of it." He gave you a lopsided grin.

-

If there was one thing you could describe Ace, it would have been unpredictable. Though maybe unpredictable wasn't the right word.

You knew he would have something up in his sleeve, yet you still can't believe you would get caught offguard by it.

"So? How did you know about this place?" You huffed, picking out the leaves that managed to get stuck on your hair as Ace eagerly started laying out the picnic blanket.

"My older brother told me about it! I don't know if its ideal for a picnic, but hey we'll find out for ourselves" He throws you a smile over his shoulder.

Half an hour ago, you thought that Ace had planned the picnic somewhere in the Rose Maze.

That was until, he made no signs of stopping, treading a path within the maze, before he made a detour along the bushes.

Was it all worth it? You wondered as you occasionally felt thorns graze your arms as Ace led you deeper within the bushes, until you found a clearing.

"C'mon we don't got all day" He pats the space next to him.

"Please tell me we're not going back through those bushes" You sighed, feeling your legs giving in as you took up the space next to him.

"Heh, sorry about that" Ace gave you a sheepish smile, picking out a stray rose petal that was stuck on your hair.

You let out another sigh, before ruffling Ace's hair, "Why do I even put up with you?"

-

The picnic was, needless to say, one of the best one's you've ever had.

Ace's cherry tart was sweet, made sweeter by the fresh cherries he had brought back from the Rose Kingdom.

"So, how was it?" Ace asked, wiping the crumbs on the corner of your lips.

"It's delicious! Don't tell Trey but I think this has to be the best cherry tart I have ever tasted in a while." You smile, taking another spoonful of tart. "The cherries just melt in your mouth."

"You can never go wrong with a family recipe" Ace smiles proudly.

Time seem to past by when you're having fun as you spent a good hour talking about Ace's home country, the Rose Kingdom.

With stuffed faces, plates and utensils discarded to the side the both of you lay on the blanket, your arm loosely draped over Ace's waist as the both of you watched the sun beginning to set.

"Which reminds me" Ace starts, reaching out both of his hands outward before snapping his fingers, as light and sparks started to dance along his fingers, resembling sparklers.

Ace cheats a glance over your direction before he snaps his fingers once more, the tiny sparks began bursting into colorful heart patterns.

You stared in awe, reaching to take both his hands over yours. "How did you do that?" You looked over at Ace.

"Just a trick my brother taught me" He shrugged nonchalantly, snapping his fingers once again, igniting a spark that illuminated your face.

"Did you like our picnic date?" Ace asked, striking up a casual conversation as you two started packing up.

"I have to admit it, I never thought of you to go all out like this." You gestured, as you dusted yourself up before proceeding to fold the picnic blanket.

"Well, I did promise to take you with me during our breaks, but the Headmaster always finds an excuse to assign you to look after the school."

"So, I thought why not just bring the fun here? It took a lot of attempts to get the mini fireworks trick" Ace continues, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"But don't think too much about it, yeah? I just wanted to fulfill my promise." He added hastily, as he took the other end of the blanket, helping you fold it.

You let Ace ramble, clearly he was having his moment. Eventually silence fell on the both of you.

"Hey, Ace?" You were the first to break the silence, walking over to close the distance between the both of you.

Ace hums in response, looking over at you as you leaned over close enough that your lips brushed against his.

"I love you" you whispered before pulling him in for a thank you kiss.

It would have been the first time you've said those three words, as the two of you pulled away from each other, catching your breaths.

Did I really say that? Was this the right time to say it? Or was it at the heat of the moment? Should I take it back? What if Ace doesn't say it back? Your thoughts were in a frenzy.

Though you worry was all for a naught as Ace pulls you in for another kiss, "I can't believe you beat me to it."

#answered request #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #ace trappola x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst #twst ace #twst x reader

[infcstissumam]

Headcanon Masterlist

|| Yeah, I needed an entirely separate post for just my headcanons! Haha

note: outdated = I no longer believe this or like the headcanon, semi-outdated = I kind of like the headcanon, but there are facets of it I no longer enjoy or believe.

Multiple Papa’s / General Papal Lore

Papa Nihil, I, II and III Teeth Headcanons + pictures (semi-outdated)

Differences between resurrected ghouls through the Eras (Papa I, II & III) (OUTDATED)

Comprehensive Papa Supernatural Power + Ability masterlist 

The Clergy once attempted to house all Papas together... once 

All the Papa + Cardinal Copia’s associated weapons (crack)

Papa pupil Headcanon + infographic (semi-outdated)

Both Papa’s and Ghouls have specific periods of heat/rut during the year

Papa finger-nail/talon headcanon

Papa fertile period headcanons

Papa Speaking Pattern headcanons

Era building scheme headcanon

Papa Papacy symbolism + Cardinal Copia (this aged really well ngl)

Papal makeup is supernatural and the Papa’s are cryptids; and more at 11

When forced to run, Papa’s have to pull a Disney princess and lift up their chasuble ( more on this here )

Papa true age/human age headcanon (semi-outdated)

The Papa’s have their own ‘true tongue’ similar to Ghoulish

Dark emeritus brother headcanons (this headcanon isn’t outdated, more a dark interpretation shitpost)

Papal skeletal face paint headcanon (semi-outdated, canon kinda went against this, but that’s questionable itself, given former sisters of sin never had facepaint, thereby bringing into question whether they’re mere sisters or a higher rank that shares habits)

How Primemovers work/get assigned

Papa dicks headcanon + Copia

Papa I, II and III birth name headcanons

Ghost Project/The Church’s ultimate goal

The four original Papa’s regarding children

Papa I, II, III and Popia’s MBTI

Papa I, II and III favourite foods and drinks

The Papa’s naturally grow horns

How to make a Papa purr without fail

Papa Anatomy Headcanon (semi-outdated)

Papa I, II and III dealing with a sibling (not assigned to them) being friendly and happy with them

Papa’s and the occult

Where is the ministry located and how did they get there?

Papa Nihil

Papa Nihil being first introduced to a baby Papa II and Papa III (semi-outdated)

Nihil always wanted a daughter (sexism tw)

Papa I

Papa I doesn’t really enjoy one night stands

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa I isn’t fully white

Papa I will not allow the young or vulnerable to have hearing protection at his show + his partial deafness

Papa I enjoys gifting small jewellery to his s/o

Papa I headcanons (OUTDATED)

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Papa II

What I believe the best time for Papa II is (semi-outdated)

How Papa II says ‘I love you,’ his stance on PDA and when he lost his virginity (semi-outdated)

Sister Imperator being Papa II’s mom

Cardi C being Papa II’s son (OUTDATED)

Papa II natal chart

How is Papa II for eye contact during sex

Papa II’s signature sunglasses are custom

Papa II has had two prime-movers (semi-outdated)

Having Papa II fall in love with you would include (semi-outdated)

Papa II’s greatest regret

Papa II’s opinion on thiccness (semi-outdated)

Papa II doesn’t like colourful/patterned socks

Papa II’s Papal Ferula isn’t just for show (semi-outdated)

Papa II misses how close he used to be with Papa III

Papa II instinct is always to protect those around him

Papa II’s favourite Ghoul

Papa II pals around with Omega

Despite his hatred for Papa II still secretly desires his approval

Papa II only sits like a substitute gym teacher

Papa II is always ready to square-up

How would Papa II react to someone trying to help him overcome his trauma

Would Papa II be protective over his kin/children?

Papa II dossier

The storyline of Circe takes place with Papa II, not Papa III

Papa II nearly put Bon Jovi on Infestissumam for his cover

Papa II doesn’t despise children and does, in fact, have the dad instinct

Papa II doesn’t give a fuck but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

Papa I & II fashion headcanon

Papa II gentle lovemaking hc (this is more an imagine though??? idk)

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa II on the first date (OUTDATED)

Papa II is selfish

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY’RE SUPER CLOSE AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER YOU EDGELORDS)

Papa II doesn’t go out of his way to glamour himself

Papa II can play the organ

Papa II often tried to seek out his father as a boy 

Papa II’s titles, because he’s an extra bastard

Papa II has a gold tooth

Papa II picks at his talon when bored or impatient

Papa II is a secret romantic

Papa II’s hair type

Papa II with an insecure partner

Papa III

Papa III regarding ghouls with missing limbs/digits, etc.

Papa III’s reaction to getting someone pregnant

Papa III didn’t have a nice childhood, or so to speak (semi-outdated)

Papa III refuses to have sex with a conversation first

Papa III can be the living embodiment of a spoiled brat (semi-outdated)

Papa III is an AFAB trans-man (not outdated! I still love this headcanon, I just don’t write it as often anymore)

Papa III, regardless of verse, is always the last to die

Papa III is scared of violent storms

Papa III is the only Papa to let his ghouls call him Papa

Papa III + applicable life skills (spoiler: he doesn’t have many)

Papa III unapologetically tears up during sex

Papa III has ADHD

Papa II & III + primal play

Papa III favourite kinks

Papa III needs therapy: a masterpost

Papa III’s only photo of his mother

Papa II & III’s relationship (THEY LOVE EACH OTHER)

Papa III tries to befriend his ghouls and views them more like pals than meaningless servants (semi-outdated)

Papa III talking in his sleep and mumbling

Papa I & III reactions to finding an anonymous bouquet of roses for them (+character study)

Cardinal Copia / Popia

Copia is the type of guy to get his s/o flowers

Copia will do a little happy dance when excited

Copia is autistic

Copia + having a mommy kink (y’all are heathens istg)

Sub Copia headcanons

Popia jealousy headcanon

Copia with an S/O that plays full contact sports

Copia signs off business emails with an emoji

General Ghoul Headcanons

The Ghoul’s have a far more refined sense of smell

The Ghouls, like rabbits, will headbutt for attention and affection

The Ghoul’s regarding human periods

Ghoul death/veneration headcanon

Ghoul Temperature headcanons

Ghoul anatomy headcanon

Ghoul body mod culture headcanons + piercings

You can trance Ghouls

Ghoul sounds headcanon (not nsfw surprisingly!)

Can Ghouls and Humans procreate with each other?

Ghouls + bodily insecurity

The Ghouls are trained like bridesmaids to help their Papa in fashion disasters

Ghoul Mating Rituals

Ghoul Strength headcanons

Church Reaction to Ghoul’s dating

Ghoul’s can impact the dreams of the sleeping headcanon

Friends to Lovers series

Friends to lovers: Cumulus

Friends to lovers: Cirrus

Friends to lovers: Dewdrop

Era 4 Ghouls

Ghoul dicks headcanon (Era 4 only)

Era 4 Ghoul Guilty Pleasure headcanon

How the Ghouls would handle their chubby S/O being taunted or treated poorly because of their weight

Aether, Dew and Mountain with a seriously sick S/O

Dew refuses to wear clothes + why

Rambling about Dewdrop

Dew can and will steal your stuff

Fluffy Dewdrop headcanons

How to really piss off Dewdrop

Rain + the sub or dom debate

Cumulus & Mountain NSFW headcanons

Mountain + a smaller lover headcanons

Mountain refuses to be ‘that huge ghoul’

General Swiss headcanons

Swiss loves making nicknames for people

Other Ghoul Headcanons

Era 2-3.3 Ghoul Zodiac Signs

Special Ghoul headcanons

#ghost bc #ghost band #Papa Emeritus #cardinal copia #nameless ghoul #THIS TOOK FOREVER AND I DON'T THINK I GOT EVERYTHING #END ME

[nurseofren]

Keeping Your Promise - Chapter 21 (NSFW)

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Title: A Physical Reminder

Words: 7800

Summary: It's decided: today is the worst day to have ever existed, and it just won't end.

Warnings: Dubcon, Ruined orgasm, Torture, Body Mod, Semi-graphic descriptions of violence

ST Rambles: I've had this chapter in the back of my head for literal months and to release it after so long, to have it real and written, feels kind of surreal. For about a month or so I've been referring to this chapter as The Horrible Thing on my tumblr. It intimidated me to write something like this.

[MASTERLIST]

Stark was the contrast from this trip on the Command Shuttle from the earlier one; there was a silent alarm coursing between all that remained boarded, those who were instructed to stay put and keep the ship running so a swift escape could be made if circumstances changed. Four stormtroopers and a stand-in pilot remained with you, two men standing guard inside, two stationed at the ramp out of sight, the pilot pressing a code of buttons you didn’t have the knowledge to care about.

Sounds of battle tore into the ship, the harsh knowledge that destruction was ripping through whatever planet you were on making your chest tighter with each unknown boom or crash. The surroundings were new, though, too much foliage and scenery visible through the crimson transparisteel to be mistaken as Jakku. Taking into consideration the wooziness you’d experienced per seeing this morning’s escapades, saliva vacating your mouth at the memory of the man painted in orange fatality, you figured it would be a smarter decision to stay strapped in. This kept you from seeing the demolition ringing around you, but through the fury pigment of the windshield you saw the raw reality of crashing structures and fleeing crowds. With every scream, not knowing if they were those of the enemy – though that word meant little, if anything, at this point, your greatest foe being your very own Supreme Leader – or not, you shuddered into yourself, eyes kept strictly on your shoes while you attempted to tune it all out.

As war raged on you found yourself, once again, with too much time. Too much solitude. There was barely an effort made to keep yourself from thinking of Kylo, conflicted further with each digital reminder that time was passing too quickly. The nap you’d been woken from twenty minutes ago felt like a waste of the valuable resource. Though you knew he would have left no matter if you’d rested or not, you still felt guilty in taking a moment of peace; today was your last day with him and Snoke’s grip frayed your nerves further with each second, turmoil pooling into frigid pits while you tried to make every moment count.

While Kylo was away you found yourself watching your radar, the tip of your right index finger caressing the delicate face, tracing gently over his whereabouts. In the face of losing him you’d taken a new liking to the tech, feeling an interconnectedness even when you couldn’t see him. In some way it was a reminder that you still had around fifteen hours before you’d lose him, a tangible symbol of your dwindling hope, each patterned flash between the hours and seconds working to dim your outlook.

Far away a cascade of blaster firings sounded, tongue locking between your teeth as you strayed from imagining the lives involved. Even surrounded by catastrophe one thought was coarse in its existence as you analyzed every interaction you’d shared with Kylo this morning; after he’d told you to get dressed and ready to go, you expected, however naïvely, that he’d wait for you to gather yourself. A part of you withered when you heard the elevator leave not a second after you’d crawled out from his covers. You knew he was unaware of how crippling time was right now, but the mindless act sunk into your bones, a sucker punch to your already fracturing heart.

“So you actually saw the escape?” One of the stormtroopers spoke, regarding the one opposite him. They had been speaking for a while but only now did their conversation interest you.

“Yeah.” the second white-armored guard shifted in his stance. Though you could only see his boots you knew that this gave him pride. “One second I was just manning my station and then this TIE goes off the rails, pulling on its docking chain like I’d never seen.

“And it’s been confirmed that Ren’s prisoner was the one who stole it?”

“Ha, yeah, but the real story is how he even got the chance.”

Another crash came, neither of them bothered by the flood of screams that followed it. “Wait, I think I heard something about this before we left for Takodana. It was a pilot right? The traitor?”

“No, man. It was one of us. A soldier. A brother. Sick isn’t it?”

“But if the traitor was one of our own… how’d they escape if neither knew how to pilot a TIE?”

“Well obviously one of them did or we wouldn’t be in this mess, would we?” The one being questioned was growing tired of it.

There was a short pause between the two, neither knowing whether to bother to continue the discussion. An influx of commotion came into hearing distance; grunts, explosions, and weaponry all creating a disjunct melody of mayhem while you remained the only passenger amongst the four to notice the rising urgency growing closer with each second.

“Yeah, well,” the first said, “at least we’re not in the mess, right? Better to man the ship than to be the one defending it?”

The second soldier was no longer enjoying the other’s company, tone becoming increasingly curt. “The Captain assigned me to Ren’s detail six weeks ago. Out of nowhere. To say I’d rather get shot at out there than ever have to babysit this ship again would be an understatement.”

“Hey! It’s not that-,”

The first soldier’s recoil was barred when familiar footfalls came into earshot, heavy boots falling against the thick metal of the on-ramp stealing his words and replacing them with an interrupting chaos. For the first time since watching him leave the ship you looked up from the floor, fully anticipating his fists to be in some entanglement of rage or stress. But they weren’t. Actually, his fists were nowhere to be found, his hands too busy holding the limp body of a tatter-wearing stranger. He stood at the threshold and regarded the pilot, your only focus keeping steady at the way his gloved fingers bit into her knee, an unfounded pang of hurt skipping into your pulse as you remembered he’d held you just the same only hours prior.

“Set course for Starkiller. Instruct complete retraction to all active units. We’re done here.” Kylo was all business; cold, corporate words to match his tone before he turned toward you.

This was something you’d never planned on; seeing him with another woman, no matter how rugged and grimy she appeared, brought conflicting emotions. On one hand your first inclination was to hate her, to assume she was the enemy and that she deserved what was coming to her, to see her in the worst light as a part of you still held a hopeless claim on her captor. The other part of your brain, arguably the more logical and caring portion, felt that same bit of ill-placed fear as you had for Dameron. The news that the prisoner had escaped had brought you a peace you shouldn’t have felt, one that would be noted as treasonous just as your fear for him had been earlier. Now, that fear refreshed itself as you caught view of the girl’s lifeless face, training taking over as you took two seconds to find her chest moving at a steady pace. She was breathing. She was alive in his arms, lips parted as unconsciousness draped over her.

The engines roared beneath your feet, pitching upwards as the final crowd of passengers flooded in behind your Commander, all of them racing to strap into the chairs lining the walls, the ramp ascending and sealing the ship before it latched with a click. Kylo made no such move, his stance staying put and steady as the ship rocketed into the bright sky, the Force keeping him upright during the propulsion. He stood analyzing you as you were him, his stare evident and concentrated through the helmet, the cowl adding another layer of mystique to his already intimidating appearance. Your attention had barely left the girl, an obvious effort to not feel the jealousy you knew he would sense burning beneath your skin while he observed you.

For some reason her presence irked you, dug claws into your restraint as you fought to control your emotions. It’s not like it would matter if she was anyone important to him anyway; in a few hours you wouldn’t be, so what purpose was there in hating her? What point was there to feeling anything for him anymore if it would all be worth less than nothing by the end of the day? There was none. No point or purpose to allow this stranger any influence over you. Although the longer you stared at her, examined her through the eyes of a person and not a nurse, you lost more and more resolve towards letting her presence get to you.

A madness rose just behind your eyes, not yet seeping into your demeanor but residing just enough to keep you from caring too much about her. It was not like you to wish harm on someone, and you weren’t entirely, but, in comparing your regard towards her to that which you had for Dameron, you found yourself simmering in a state of envy. Kylo had once called you a nobody, no matter how rooted in anger it had been, but for him to treat this person, this nobody, with the gentleness he’d only shared with you this morning? You wanted to scream, wanted to rip into him every ounce of petty rage the sight was causing you.

“Officer,” Kylo said, head tilting just enough to clue you in to the warning the notion was.

The Command Shuttle left the blue atmosphere and was once more swallowed by the black of space, stars zooming past as you finally looked into his visor. Under his stare you felt your shoulders relax, let yourself breathe as you caught onto the fact that you’d been displacing your anger on the innocent girl. What you felt while looking at her was jealousy, you couldn’t dismiss that fact, but while peering into his visor, feeling his eyes so intently on yours while he kept your gaze, you realized you only felt it because of the truth that awaited you in the pressing future.

You would never be held by him in such a way after today. Never again would you feel his arms around you. This envy was rooted in the fact that you had been her, but you would soon never have the chance. And in meeting him through the mask you dissolved the feeling. What a waste of the remaining time you had with him to care about someone so foreign and superficial to your life. He was here now, even if just to set eyes on, and you were determined to keep him from observing your spiraling any further before you had to drown him in it. Neither of you deserved to feel time’s bludgeoning presence, but you settled on bearing its weight yourself, sparing him until the final moment.

“Master,” you said back, head falling against the durasteel while you allowed one full sweep over his impossible frame, careful that no hidden heads were looking your way before permitting the faintest quirk of your lips. The gesture was for him, hoping he’d be thrown off the trail of your uproar of emotions even in the slightest way.

When the docking bay came into view, the floor growing closer as the ship settled into its landing, you found it difficult not to think about how different you’d felt when leaving here this morning. After receiving the alert for the departure you’d hurriedly gotten dressed while dreading coming into contact with Kylo again, settling on the fact that it would be easier to lose your trial than to live a life with him. Another twinge of regret wrapped your lungs in jagged constraints when thinking about the time you’d wasted, though you couldn’t have known then. There was so much misery twisted into you, anger you thought belonged to your Commander, rage you’d learned had nothing to do with him.

As the engines settled and the ramp descended once more, you watched distantly as blurry white figures moved about and away from the ship. In their vacating you knew that time was wearing on, felt it wrap tighter around your heart while you listened to the unmistakable footsteps of your Master wander off into the distance. Clasping your palm around your watch you kept yourself from checking, knowing it would only frighten you in its ever-passing reality. Time had become an overwhelming factor in your knowing Kylo; it was now a catalyst to both your introduction and your severance. However devastating, you still didn’t wish to take any of it back.

After undoing your safety harness and standing from your seat you went to exit the ship, your phone buzzing at your hip just as you stood centered under the threshold. It was Mason. Another reason for the current glut of guilt accumulating in your stomach. With an anchored lip, teeth threatening to draw blood, you accepted the call and all that it entailed, half-thankful for another opportunity to delay Snoke’s task.

“Mason, look, earlier… I wasn’t. I hadn’t. I just got back from—” slowing down and taking a breath, you searched for the right phrasing that would reveal just enough to quell his impending interrogation “—I’m sorry for my outburst earlier. I haven’t been having the best day. Work stuff, you know.”

“I do know, young officer.”

Frozen in place, blood turning to ice, your eyes fell from focus and you stumbled left towards the support of the hatch’s frame. The slithered, malicious tone was engrained into your soul, its sound now too familiar and fatal to be mistaken. Snoke sounded far away, voice too echoed for him to be holding whatever contact device he was using. Panic planted new thorns in your stomach at the realization that Snoke was calling from Mason’s phone.

“If he’s already dead you have nothing to bargain.”

A low roll of what sounded like tainted amusement rattled through the electronic frequency. “Don’t worry, here he is now.” A muffled shriek sent your hand away from your ear, agony ripping through Mason, his face vivid in memory of the first time you’d heard him like this.

“I haven’t gone against you!” Spit sprayed as you spoke through gnashed teeth, Mason’s cries turning into distant groans. “Let him go or the offer-,”

“The offer isn’t yours to bargain, stupid girl.”

“The stupid girl found a loophole in your plan, didn’t she?”

Another stream of cries filtered through the phone, hand clasping around the hard edges of the threshold. “For some reason I believed you held this physician to a higher esteem,” Mason pleaded your name in a thrashing tumble of suffering, “my mistake.”

Mason only grew louder as Snoke paused to let you hear him, to let you listen to your own doing. You knew what Snoke wanted and how to make him stop, your eyes closing in defeat while you swallowed what remained of your resolve.

“Tell me what you want, just stop hurting him.” Life left your voice, failure and shame prickling into your eyes.

“The only thing that’s changed is the timetable I offered. Your little stunt has worked against you.”

“When? How much time do I have?” A stray tear fled salty over your tongue, teeth trapping your quivering lip.

“You have exactly sixty minutes to keep your end of the deal. Consequently, that’s the same time your friend will cease to exist should you fail.” There was a cruel amount of pleasure and matter-of-factness coiled into the mention of your failure.

“I don’t know where he is, and I doubt he wants to be interrupted with whatever he’s doing.” The stranger’s face passed momentarily through your mind, imagining she had the same fate as the prisoner.

“For your friend’s sake, as you’ve offered no notion that you care for your own life, I suggest you find him.”

“You’re sick, you know that right? Doing this? Hurting him this way?” Your watch read a quarter till nine, steps leading you mindlessly down the ramp and into the bustling Elite center.

“Maybe. Though, I’m not the one hurting him, am I?”

Hauntingly low laughter overlapped with your frustrated growl, feet stomping in no particular direction as you scanned the room. “Fifty-nine minutes now, officer. I’ll be expecting your call, though I am sure I will know when you have completed your task.”

The call ended before you had the chance to scream at him, though it would’ve attracted more attention than you wanted right now. Shoving your phone back into your front pocket, the seams nearly busting at the force, you threaded both your hands into your hair, clutching at your scalp as you walked in circles in an aimless attempt to find Kylo, not remembering which direction he’d gone when he’d left the ship.

The only place it made sense for him to be would be in an interrogation room, but you didn’t know where those were on Starkiller. Anxiety rippled in hot waves down your spine, pulse quickening as you looked down to find you’d spent two minutes pacing about in indiscriminate paths.

Realization hit you. “Okay, I deserve to die for being this fucking stupid!” Holding your left wrist up you watched the radar grow and shrink in distance, making a few confusing laps until you found the direction which indicated you were heading in his direction. The watch had only been a hinderance until today, and you were finally using the advantage it offered.

Racing past the faceless soldiers, looking side to side as they observed you with confusion, you kept focus on the red radar, feet moving faster the closer you moved towards him, not paying attention to where your legs were leading you. A few stormtroopers tried to chastise you, yelling for your attention as you ran past them. But you could hardly hear them over your fumbling thoughts, trying to piece together a believable performance to try and convince Kylo you wanted to quit.

Every phrase that came to mind met you with a crippling sense of fraudulence. Your time with him this morning, the purposeful portion you’d taken to be with him before it was too late, was now backfiring. How could he believe something that would so blatantly sound like a lie? There could be no conviction when there was no truth to prove in the first place. Why had you done this? Even if he did believe you, you’d cause more pain than you intended just by allowing him to come so close to your heart, to see in your eyes and hear in your praises how much he meant to you.

He knew the real truth, felt it as your tears streaked down his back, though now you felt exceedingly grateful you hadn’t verbalized the depth of it. In all of this you had to remind yourself that you weren’t the villain, that you were protecting your friend and saving your career, but it was impossible to see it that way when guilt tugged at each stride. With each pace you questioned your speed, conflict obvious in understanding you were on a timer while also acknowledging you were running headfirst into heartbreak, catalyzing the inevitable with each new hallway you turned down.

This would be the worst thing you’d ever do, no matter if you died today or next week or in a hundred years. To hurt another person – chest tight when remembering you’d so often questioned Kylo’s humanity in the beginning – so entirely was in complete opposition with who you had become; your position was to heal him and provide a sense of safety to aid in that process. Now, as you started down a heavily populated hall with display screens mounted above each doorway, you found yourself running to do the exact opposite, racing to harm him and steal the security he’d entrusted you to offer.

Two stormtroopers stood guard at one of the doors to your right, blasters at the ready while their voices became clearer with each distance-stealing stride.

“Dude, I’m just saying it’s not that bad being assigned to Ren’s detail. Actually, I’m glad the other guy got booted, he seemed… off to me. Like he didn’t-,”

“Okay! I get it! I don’t want to hear about-,”

The two men stopped talking when your hands met your knees while you fought to catch your breath, sloppily checking your watch and finding you had fifty minutes before the clock ran out. Swallowing, gulping for air, you pleaded with them in harsh, simplified requests.

“Mas- Commander. Ren. Where. Now. Tell me.”

Coming up from your knees and wiping your forehead you saw them look at each other, considering you in the current state of chaos in which you resided. Staring between them and your watch, you grew impatient.

“Seriously. I need to speak with him. Now!” Desperation cracked your voice, heart torn between saving Mason or sparing Kylo, each holding an equal portion of it.

The first one, the talkative one, began to speak, his automated voice fading just as quickly as it had come before both of their heads turned to their lefts. They quickly stood to a higher degree of attention, the action bringing you a heady sense of d��jà vu from graduation. Solace and suffering struck you as your pounding head stopped to listen for the approaching footsteps, contradiction dizzying you before you turned to face him.

He was still masked but the cowl was resting in a collection over his shoulders, hands relaxed at his sides as he stepped closer. You didn’t know what to say. Nothing came to mind as you stared pleadingly into his visor, wishing that somehow he could hear your thoughts instead of just feel your nerves.

“I need to-,”

“Speak with me. I heard.” His words were clipped, the stress of the day sinking into his tone.

“Okay, well I have to-,”

“You’ll have to wait, I have more pressing matters to attend to.”

The door between the soldiers hissed open before Kylo stepped to enter into the room, your heart heightening to an unimaginable pace as indecision and time stabbed into your lungs. A flash of time, a flicker of Mason’s face, an echo of his screams – all these things amplified in your mind in a split second. This was it. It was now or never. No more waiting, no more delays. Despite every effort, you had to accept the truth: Mason would die if you failed Snoke, but Kylo would live regardless.

“I quit.” Quick, short, and loud was the statement, tight fists balling at your hips while your eyes shut in defense.

The hall lulled in its buzz, voices hesitating as you felt the eyes of countless strangers fall on every part of you. To match their vacant voices was the sudden disappearance of any footsteps. In your purposeful blindness, you knew the words had stopped Kylo in his path.

Swallowing, taking a slow, superficial breath, you looked at him. His body was half turned toward you now, fingers flexing apart and then winding together. With every word you began to drive the knife deeper into his soul. The blade was double edged, though. “I ha… I have to quit. I’m quitting.”

The onlookers went back to their business after five silent seconds, their own worlds still spinning no matter if yours was soon to be thrown off its axis. Kylo turned so his whole body faced you now, slow, harrowing steps carrying him closer. The helmet at his shoulders was an eternal hinderance. Even when his face was visible you struggled to get a sense of what he was feeling. But you could only assume, could only anticipate, there was a new foundation of confusion or doubt moving the tiny muscles of his face.

“Officer, we will discuss your employment later. For now I advise you to return to your residence.”

“There is no later. I ha…” No matter how many times you attempted to say the three words, the second would always falter before completion. “I’m done. I’m quitting.” Your eyes hit the floor, reflection mocking you in your pitiful attempt towards conviction. “I quit.”

Kylo’s vocoder crackled out a huff of exasperation. His head turned to address the two men standing guard at the door, a hiss sounding as it latched shut again. “Remain here until I return. Update me if the Scavenger’s status changes.” His visor returned to you, staring for a moment too long before he walked past you with the silent expectation that you were to follow.

Passing down two more hallways, taking one left turn and a right, you grew in terror with every stride, noting the diminishing timeframe at your wrist every ten seconds. There were far less people in the first hall, and none in the second. A door came into view, its frame fortified and industrial, the display screen above it turned off – or dead, as the surroundings appeared to be that of a decommissioned sector. With a harsher than normal sound, it slid to the left to allow entry, Kylo stopping just before he entered to allow you past him. He was analyzing you, undoubtably, and you coveted his ability to keep his intentions hidden so well.

Soft, cautious steps filled the quiet of the dank room, the overhead light flickering when it came to life, a fluorescent buzz adding to the symphony of silence. In the center was the same apparatus that Dameron had been positioned on, this one much less agile looking, its fixtures outdated and dust-covered. Neglect was evident in the way the entrance shrieked shut at your back. With elbows bent and fingers locking together just below your ribs, you kept your face from him, keeping a watch on the time. You needed to do this, but how?

Kylo was a predator when he needed to be; watching he prey from a distance, keeping his steps light and thoughtful, getting just close enough so you weren’t entirely sure how near he was behind you. Though, currently, you felt more like the hunter; alone with him you waited to strike on an unsuspecting victim, not entirely planned or strategical, but nevertheless predacious.

He wasn’t talking. And you couldn’t bring yourself to say the horrible things Snoke had instructed. You were at a standstill, not knowing how to move next, not wanting to move at all. But you had to, you knew this; the absence of a path that offered peace for either party was the foundation for your hesitance. When you left here, the only person to benefit would be Mason; a third party you so desperately regretted roping into this.

His draught of words charged your nerves; he didn’t know what he was waiting to hear, he couldn’t know – that was the fact that made this all so terrible. The pain you were feeling was the same you were meant to poison him with; it was purposeful and calculated and cruel, just like its perpetrator. But you were the messenger, and to be killed would be preferred to the latter of delivering words you knew bore the explicit and extensive intention to harm their recipient.

“I quit.” No other words would form. None that wouldn’t sting anyway, so you just kept repeating the two, hoping you’d finally accept them or find some inkling of truth in their outward expression.

“I heard you the first three times. I just don’t know why you’d say it at all.”

He was asking for the falsehoods you were avoiding speaking, simultaneously stalling them and trying to gather the will to say them. This would hurt him no matter what. Time would only run out and harm both of the people you loved if you didn’t do this. Sparing one for the other felt hopeless. It was.

“I hate you.” Three flat syllables fell in pattern, their existence stoic and empty.

A static cloud of incredulous amusement left him. “No you don’t.”

Turning in sloth, you leveled your features, bluffed stoicism crowding your eyes in hopes it’d form your own mask. Unblinkingly you stared into his visor, trying not to bite at your cheek, hands coming down to relax at your sides. “Why wouldn’t I? I have every reason and right to.”

Leather squeaked out of sight; it appeared your façade was working. “Maybe you should. You don’t, though. You don’t even want to.”

“You can’t tell me what I feel. I hate you.” Each repetition was an attempt toward belief.

“Fine,” Kylo said, challenge evident in his tone while he took a step forward, your ankles catching on the bottom of the angled table. “The least you could do is try and prove it, as it is nowhere to be found in either your words or your presence.”

“I don’t have to prove anything.” There was an arsenal you could draw from, weaponized sentences that would floor him, that you knew could convince him. All of it had been true, or remains true, but you didn’t want to use any of it. He didn’t deserve this at all. It was excruciatingly unfair.

“You aren’t ignorant to the fact I can feel everything you do. Why are you lying to me?” He was growing increasingly frustrated.

“What would I gain from lying to you, Kylo?” Only the life of your closest friend, but that’s all. “Have you considered I’m just now telling you the full truth?”

“I don’t consider absurdity,” your name gritted through the vocoder.

“What is so absurd about me hating you?” Shifting barely, you grappled for the wrist restraints for support, steadying yourself, looking up to him through two masks, only one hidden. “You’ve only ever hurt me. The only nice thing you’ve ever done for me is have that termination notice signed and ready to go.” Each word was a dagger to your own heart, no matter if he was convinced yet.

A pointed indication that your coaxing was working, however ashamedly, was obvious in his statuesque stature. Kylo was crowding you, your chin grazing his chest with each brusque breath he took. This was torture; this was true agony, wrathful and writhing as it thrashed against your soul.

Everything in you was adamant in its desire for him to keep his face hidden; the last thing you wanted was to see his expression right now, to watch all you’d built with him tear down in seconds.

“I signed that as a requisite to your assignment. Should it have been necessary it would’ve been available for your immediate termination.”

“My immediate termination,” you recoiled, taking in stride his answers to avoid hurting him. Angering him was an easier route. “Ever since the beginning you’ve doubted me, I swear.”

“It’s never been necessary!” He was beginning to believe you. In your chest you felt your heart splinter.

He took another step forward, bumping you back onto the table, feet catching on the ledge as two metal restraints came over your ankles, eyes wide and flat while you drowned in the immensity of his presence.

“What? Are you gonna hurt me again? Strap me in and torture me because I don’t want to be here anymore? That will only make me hate you more, Kylo.” You swallowed, locking your tongue to the roof of your mouth to keep your chin from betraying your true feelings.

“You don’t hate me!”

“Yes I do!”

In a storm of black, his arms flung upward and tore the helmet from his head, throwing it so it crashed with a riot of fury against the wall, a dent no doubt left in its wake. Two gloved hands came warm and quick over your cheeks, pulling you into his face and drawing you to his lips. There was need obvious in his attack, his fingers quite literally locking you to him. He caught you off guard, your mouth moaning with his same fervor in the first half second of connection. But you couldn’t do this, allowing it would only cause him more pain.

“Kylo, no,” your hands twisted bruises into his wrists while you tried to pull him away, trying and failing to ignore the etherealness his touch inspired. “We can’t- I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why not?” His body pressed into yours, the angle of the table allowing you to feel his weight, relish in his size. He wasn’t listening to your direction, completely lost to his own agenda to convince you of what you already knew.

“Because I don’t want to.” He felt so good, home and comfort blatant in the effort it took to pull away.

“Really?” One of his hands clutched into your hair while the other raced to lift your skirt, dipping into your panties and pushing two fingers into your slit with ease. “You’re lying!” He growled, his hand’s presence forcing another moan, pleasure twisted in your core when an accidental buck dragged his fingers closer to your entrance.

“You disgust me!” Insults were your next line of defense, petty and pointless as they were.

Kylo grunted, the seams of his gloves teasing your core. “I disgust you, huh?” The thick digits hooked into you, a shudder of breath coming with their arrival. “Is it how I can make you cum harder than anyone you’ve ever been with?” The firm pad of his thumb found your clit, raised and ready, and he began winding into it, bolts of seething joy igniting as he brushed over it repeatedly. “Disgusting how you’ve never wanted anything more than this—” his tongue slid onto yours, nose panting gusts of lust onto your cheek while his fingers began pumping into you –” how you need it? Those were your words right? Earlier?”

He wasn’t fighting fair, and you supposed you weren’t either, but you were the one with the hidden agenda. Kylo was bearing it all while you worked to conceal the pain it brought you to tell him these things, the way every second brought you closer to saying the words you knew would tear through him just as they had done to you.

“You’re so fu-full of yourself—” your head glittered while you sunk into the grip of the climax you felt coming, teeth clamping together and blocking his tongue from yours. “How would you even know if you were the best I’ve had? Take a look in my head, I’m begging you to find you’re wrong!” It was a way of pleading for him to go digging so he could see Snoke, half hoping he could at all when you remembered Snoke’s act of torture when you first stepped before him.

Kylo had tunnel vision, lips pressing into your jaw when he couldn’t lust after your tongue, fingers working you faster, harder, knuckles skating in and out with a delicious friction. Release stuck in your throat and burgeoned in your belly, an unmistakable glow festering into fruition.

“Why should I waste my time when all I’d find is how you think endlessly about every encounter we’ve shared?” His cockiness almost brought a smile to your face, and you were sure he could feel that strike of glee that encouraged it. “You’re going to cum for me like the slut you are—” it was chaotic, the spiral of pleasure he was twisting into you, your nerves shining for him with every purposeful movement of his hand “—and then you’re going to go to your residence and wait for me—” a falter of reluctant, stifled groans fell unbidden from your agape mouth “—so when I get there I can give you the time needed to drill into you—” he sucked at your collar bone, canines biting into the taut skin and your back arched into him “—that I know you, I feel you, and you’re an awful. Fucking. Liar!”

Holding on by the last thread of resolve, you gasped and gulped. “You ruined my life.” He wasn’t going to allow you to do this without hurting him. “You nearly killed my friend. You took my free will.” All of this was forced through a tight jaw, your hands prying him from your neck so you could stare into him with the power you needed to strike him down.

Looking deep into his eyes, savagery etched into his visage, you brought his face closer so his nose nearly touched yours. Sweat was dripping down your forehead, slipping beneath your thighs on the now slick metal, your throat swallowing back spit while you sharpened the daggers you were about to send through him. Maybe not entirely conscious of it, his hand slowed, your release faltering and diminishing while you stared through him.

With the flattest possible expression, focus fuzzing purposely as to not see the damage you were about to cause, you held him entirely with just your eyes. There was something you couldn’t place just below the surface, its presence aching and sharp while you watched his lips attempt to mimic the stoicism of your own. Nearly imperceptibly, his chin was quaking; unsure if it was from a stressed jaw or from that sharp emotion stabbing into you, your blurred vision caught the red face of your watch in its periphery. Time was draining. This was it.

“Kylo,” you began, your other hand reaching to clasp around his forearm, knowing hearing his name would make the cut deeper. Permanent. “There is nothing you can do, or say, or force that will ever change the fact that I hate your very existence.” You swallowed, hoping your fear felt more like rage. “Everything you do – killing innocents, hurting the people I love, stealing my free will – and everything you are is a wretched scar on my life.”

Every single sentence went right through his back and stabbed through to your heart. It was miraculous, yet disturbing, how your voice had fallen into winter so easily. Guilt broke past the levy of your soul, heart turning to ash while you observed every bit of light fade from his eyes. “I said earlier I wouldn’t forgive you. That was the lie. I can’t.” Maybe the tears forming would be masked by the sweat he’d inspired.

The next words would be the harshest, the conclusion to everything. He’d called you on it earlier, but now it would be agonizingly true: you were lying to him. “Ever since you came into my life, every day I have wished, hoped, begged that I never met you. Pleaded that the infamous Kylo Ren was a stranger, and I suppose I partially got what I wanted. You have never been more of a stranger than right now.” Another break before your final statement shattered all you’d come to know for the past three months. This would be the act to secure Mason’s life.

Dropping your hands from his neck and forearm, he remained in place, his own hand having left you completely now, his eyes nearing the vacancy of his touch. With a whisper, you completed your task. “You are an irredeemable bastard, Commander Ren, and I want nothing more than to forget you exist.”

Hollow were the eyes which mirrored each other, emptiness enveloping him just as it had you. A transaction of turmoil. An exchange of hearts as Kylo’s had stopped while Mason’s would beat on. Through two razed pupils you felt his soul shrink into him, saw the man you loved shatter into dust.

Nothingness equipped him with a lifeless gaze, a flat voice, and a crushing shadow of decimation. “I trusted you.”

And to tie it all up with a gnarled, muddied, tattered bow. “I never asked you to.”

The walls you’d just laid foundation for were audible in their construction, flagrant over his face as he backed away, eyes proximal in the physical sense yet entirely distant in their expression. You didn’t know what to do, unsure if to leave him here or to wait for him to leave first. Venom burned at the ashes in your chest, starving you of air and shattering your temporary mask with each dead measure of time.

Pushing up from the metal, you looked down to your ankles, still bound to the table as you were in shame. There were no words you could think to say, nothing you could do to remedy this level of severity. In the second you’d stolen to look down, Kylo Ren’s eyes had returned to that of the person you’d met the time he’d taken your will. It chilled you, and while watching him, forgetting to move, you found you no longer could.

All at once your head crashed back into the metal, your arms flew outward, and every restraint – a pummel of metal over your forehead, a bite into your wrists, and a reinforcing clobber over your ankles – latched with a shroud of metallic shrieks. Along with the physical detention, a familiar, compressing weight came to reside over your chest, every breath you took barely life sustaining.

“You can leave here. You can quit—” stalking steps approached, eyes peering around to find him in your periphery “—but you will never forget me.” Kylo Ren loomed over you now, death salient in his eyes. “I won’t allow it.”

The white stone of his face drowned in a haze of brilliant red, the familiar frequency stunning your ears and stabbing your skin with the rippling rage its presence promised. Parted lips permitted a tired wince, desolate eyes staring into your own, skipping down your chest, and landing on a region unknown to you.

“Let this serve as a physical reminder of all you’ve vocalized here.”

Blinded in silent fury, his visage remained vacant. Out of sight, a gloved hand smoothed your skirt onto your abdomen, an emblazoned heat quickly replacing it with burning wrath. Bile rose in your throat, your eyes clasping shut in defense; no matter if you couldn’t see, the darkness offered by lidded eyes worked to take you from reality, knowing there was nothing you could do or say or scream that would convince the sadistic stranger to spare you.

Accepting fate, you shredded your teeth into your lips, staggering broken wails through a muting muzzel as the plasma blade made first contact with the skin of your upper left thigh. Sweat beaded as more muted shrieks shattered in your throat, the weapon passing down once and lifting. In the time it was away from your skin, not ripping into you with the deflected pain of its brandisher, you took in a series of deep breaths and lifted your lids. The Kylo you loved was nowhere to be found, and you knew and accepted that he never would be again, watching him concentrate with a creased brow just as the plasma bit another line, seemingly perpendicular to the first. There was no reaction to your hummed howls, still not allowing yourself to scream your pain into existence, not ready to accept why when his face peered back up to yours.

The absence of the chrome-slat helmet disadvantaged him in no way; the devoid person who had earlier removed it had formed a new mask, one fueled by the frenzy you’d fabricated from phony truths and forced rejection. Looking between your eyes, a stranded soul stared down to you as one more burning strike lit into your skin, a mirror of the second as it dragged down just slightly from its starting point.

A suggestion of a snarl bit at his upper lip as his face returned to its original state of smooth, flecked marble. The restraints unlocked and sheathed themselves back into their original hidden state, the exit opening behind his shoulder. “Leave.”

Fire pooled in your leg, chin trembling while absorbing every inclination to express the suffering that singed into you. With heaving breaths you smelled your injured flesh, nauseated and dizzy thinking about the pattern he’d etched. You didn’t want to scream at him, didn’t feel like saying anything at all, really. There was something shameful barring you from expressing any, or any more, cruelty toward him, keeping you from hating him for the hurt he’d wrought.

No verbalized goodbye would ever be enough to undo what had gone on in this room. Gingerly, you stepped off from the apparatus with the unaffected leg, dragging your shoe from the ledge until it fell flat next to the other. Swallowing, you pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, taking one final look at the mess you’d made, shuddering away before he could see the tears stinging to life. In an effort to keep from stressing the muscle beneath the branded tissue, not taking a moment to examine it yet, you kept the injured leg tensed, hobbling into the hall and away from Kylo Ren.

When you took your final step out of the second hall he’d led you down, you hopped against the wall, finding you’d met your timeframe. Ten minutes remained. A cruel thought of overachievement panged at your temple as you reached for your phone, panting through heavy, hot streams of hurt.

The line barely finished the first ring, your mouth starting a sentence only to be interrupted by the sinister slithering of Snoke’s cadence. “You’ve proven more honorable than I previously credited you for, young officer.”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah, well. Always the charmer, aren’t you?”

“Mason. Where is he?”

“I’m a man of my word,” Snoke said, an obvious twisted grin in his words. “When I felt the death of your connection – which, I am truly impressed at how completely eviscerated it is – I dismissed the Physician. I have no use for him if he’s dead, after all.”

The most insignificant spark of relief lit and died in the same breath. “The deal, then? My trial?”

“We’ll see, won’t we?”

“No. No! You promise me or i-,”

“A pleasure doing business with you, miss,” the way he swirled around your last name made you want to erase it entirely.

The line went dead, your screen went black, and your blood turned cold. With a jolt of unadulterated and uncontained wrath – for yourself, for Snoke, for all of it – you chucked the device into the floor. Not checking if the screen had already cracked, you stomped on it once, twice, three, four times as a collection of the screams you’d accumulated grated against your throat.

Only when you stumbled against the wall, your leg stinging against its injury, did you stop your tantrum. Maybe tantrum was the wrong word. This display of frustration had been earned and was not that of an errant child who couldn’t have her way. Though, you didn’t get what you wanted, and you knew you never could the second you stepped into that room.

With this knowledge and an unsteady gait, you stuck close to the walls while you began your venture back to your residence. With each step you shattered more, a trail of broken hopes and severed ties following in your path, a shadow of their own looming from the depths of the disheartened soul it sprung from.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren imagine #ao3 #st kyp

[whenwegounnoticed]

My Turn To Talk About VioletVineyard, MVCreates, and the Glaring Problems of Power Imbalances.

Introduction

I have been on the fence about talking about my experiences, on one hand, because one of her mods and I are or maybe were (?) friends, and I valued their friendship but in recent light, I don’t know and because I want my main to be a safe place for other writeblrs and because I am afraid.

I was in VioletVineyard at the beginning of it -- and being in it did not feel good for reasons I could never put my finger on.

Let's talk about me and who I am first without giving myself away:

I have a disorder that makes expressing myself difficult, this is due to childhood trauma and a form of self preservation. My wording will be clunky because only recently, with the help of amazing friends, I'm learning the right verbage.

Now. Some of you will know who I am. Hello. Please keep me anonymous. Some of you might have a guess. Hello. Surprised? Maybe you're wrong. I don't know, I'm not in your head just as you're not in mine.

I have screenshots for some stuff and none for others. These are all personal experiences.

I will not be sharing the screenshots of those who were victims to respect their privacy.

Please bear with me. I know this will be long and rambly, but it’s how I make sense of my thoughts and brain.

VioletVineyard: Questionable Reality

I joined VV at the start of it, although it was already pretty big. I was excited! I admired many writeblrs who were in there and wanted to be friends with many of them. They were all so welcoming. And I felt, for a hot minute, like I belonged.

It was sprint of my freshman semester as a journalism major, and Mina reached out to me in the general chat, saying that if I needed help or wanted an In at some journalism company, to let her know because she knows people.

Great! Cool. A little odd but that was nice of her -- and.

That's how it starts.

A side: my friend has a theory that if people only present how perfect and amazingly nice they are, they likely are rotting on the inside. Nobody is ever perfect and always super nice, do not trust them. I do not subscribe to this but it is a thought in my mind now.

It took a week of me being there for the not right feeling set in.

First:

There was drama.

She would start it. She'd vague in the vent about someone and then outright state who she was talking about. And it would be about someone whose opinions she disagreed with. People would go and send anons or they'd bitch about whoever was the victim in the vent channel.

I don't remember if I participated but if I did, I am truly and genuinely sorry.

I think I got stressed two weeks in. I was already ill from invisible physical problems. The server felt horribly unmoderated.

I remember saying something because Mina was doing it again and being told,

"Then support in here."

Mostly innocent right? You support your friends, right?

It wouldn't have been a problem if:

The victim did something wrong.

Mina and this person weren't in their goddamn 30s or near that. They have a child, by the way.

The person was at least under 20.

From my scattered memory, the issue was OP either slightly vagued abt Mina or she just disgreed with OP.

Lots of red flags, right?

"But OP why did you stay?"

Emotional masochism? Fear? Because she, either knowingly or unknowingly cultivated this sort of atmosphere? I cannot speak for anyone else, but that's the reasoning for me.

There was, also, in the beginning, a hope that maybe things would change. Varying personalities, you know? And a desperate need for validation.

So, so wrong.

MVCreates & OP

So, get to the point OP. What happened to you?

A vague threat.

Mina....had Opinions. And opinions are just that, opinions but for her, they were fact. After all, she has her own reality and own story that helped form hers but some of hers were odd. Maybe not to most people who aren’t paying attention or didn’t notice the red flags ( “through rose colored glasses, all red flags just look like flags”) but they were definitely something.

She, for awhile, talked an awful lot about writeblr positivity. I could never really make sense of it -- she either supported it or was against it, from what I remember. (keep in mind, this was a little over a year ago and visually, I can see the gaudy green - red - yellow colors for pronoun preferences).

And I made a vague post about it and her. A few times. I was in the wrong for vaguing about her instead of just saying something up front.

Her response was, and I will paraphrase,

“Do you ever screenshot people vaguing about you just in case they enter a political career?”

I wish I had taken a screenshot. I’m sorry now that I did not. Maybe someone saw that, maybe they brushed it off. I don’t know.

From then on, I kept quiet about my thoughts and opinions because I did have plans to go into a political career -- but jokes on her, I plan on being a human rights officer for the United Nations lmao

Another incident (we’re almost done, I promise):

I was -- venting about gender dysphoria. I was Peak Suicidal at this point in time, just knowing what I was born with brought me to tears frequently. Mina had jumped into in the conversation and started talking about something vaguely related. She started talking about trans BIPOC experiences, which is great! Their experiences are things that need to be talked about because they are often thrown to the side for trans white people’s experiences and that is not okay.

I forget the middle part, it’s been over a year. It went from BIPOC experiences to something else, a conversation about gender? I don’t know. Maybe there’s someone out there who remembers. I doubt it though.

I remember saying, “I wish I would have been born with testicles and everything else because [I’m in hell?]” and she answered with,

“That would [mean / cause / ???? ] privilege.”

This person who has claimed she is non binary, claimed to be a trans ally and part of the trans community, said that to someone in the height of dysphoria and was suicidal.

You do not say that to someone who is experiencing gender dysphoria. To say that is transphobia. And yes, trans & non binary people can be transphobic. You are not exempt.

Violet Vineyard & Reprehensible Behaviors

Before I start this section, and I promise this is almost done, I just want to thank:

@radley-writes​, @gingerly-writing​, @lilquill​, @sapiencenotes​  @rrrawrf-writes​ & many more who have come forward about their experiences, whether publicly and in private. It’s admirable and brave of you to do something I could not. @nuwuhorizons​ & @time-to-write-and-suffer​ have amazing documentation as well.

There isn’t much to say that hasn’t already been said and documented, but I can corroborate the bullying Mina and the mods engaged in -- the stuff Radley spoke about I did not know about -- and that makes me ill. I’m glad they owned up to what they did, and for that, thank you Radley. It shows you are a much bigger and better person.

I will not lie, however -- I was hurt and felt a bit ill when you talked about what the mods did. And it made me question and second guess a friendship I have (had?) with another mod. But I think that helped put some pieces of the puzzle together.

 An incident that stands out to me (and honestly bothers me, so a few people have heard about this often and I’m sorry), very clearly and I have screenshots for but will not share to protect their privacy, was when they dogpiled someone who had been asking about writing a Jewish character. While they were falling into somewhat harmful stereotypes, VV was handling it.

Not well.

The person was a minor, for one -- teenagers make mistakes, they make them more if they’re not exposed to varying cultures and beliefs. And the person who was on the receiving end of this dogpile looked to be coming more and more unstable and all I could do is just. Grab screenshots of what I could.

And if you’re reading this, you know who you are, I am so sorry I didn’t say anything. That wasn’t right, the entire situation wasn’t okay. You shouldn’t have gone through that. I hope you find healing and peace.

A quick disclaimer: Violet Vineyard, as far as I know, didn’t have a lot of Jewish members. I know a mod was converting (but hadn’t yet) and I think I saw one or two people with the Star of David in their name or icon. That said, my paternal grandmother was Jewish and had been one of the few survivors of her family from the Holocaust. I cannot speak for the entire Jewish population, and I do not consider myself Jewish in religion but trust me when I say this:

YHWH would be disappointed in their (VV’s) behavior -- and if the moderator who is working on converting is genuine about converting, then I need them to think long and hard  about what is happening. This isn’t what Judaism teaches. And if you’re reading this, ask yourself, would G-d condone the actions of your fellow ex mods?

Final Words

Oof, this was long, wasn’t it? Must have been hard to sit through because I ramble! So. What’s left for me to say?

Not a whole lot but still, a lot but the stuff I want to say are not my lived experiences. It is not my place to speak on behalf of anyone else involved in all of this. And that is okay.

But to the people who were involved with the recent drama and dogpiled a trans teenager and to those who helped bully many people in this community on behalf of the oh so great Mina,

my question is  why?

What was a thirty year old woman, WHO HAS A CHILD, bullying a nineteen year old? Why was an almost thirty year old person with a toddler and one on the way involved in this as well?

Most or a decent handful of you were adults, some with children, some expecting. 

And Mina,

You used your age and position to manipulate people and for that, I find you the most reprehensible. Castor did not deserve what happened, neither did the victim mentioned above. Nobody did. 

I hope, in the end, you finally find happiness without having to lie about your talent and without having to manipulate people.

Thank you for listening and sticking around if you made it this far and didn’t bounce in the beginning.

I’ve said my part. If anyone wants to engage in constructive discussion or share their experiences, feel free to do so.

#vv drama #violetvineyard #violet vineyard #op

[afni-fics]

Elder Scrolls DC - A Reluctant Dragonborn - Chapter 11: Bleak Falls Barrow - Interior (part 2)

Elder Scrolls DC - A Reluctant Dragonborn - Chapter 11: Bleak Falls Barrow - Interior (part 2) by C_R_Scott Chapters: 11/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Red Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Tim Drake, Lucien Flavius Additional Tags: Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Skyrim/DCU crossover, Reluctant Dovahkiin | Dragonborn, Not Beta Read Summary:

Deeper into the Bleak Falls Barrow goes Tim and Lucien.

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As Tim led the way further into the depths of Bleak Falls Barrow, his mind began to wander as he examined the ruins and artifacts he found with Lucien. 

"I wonder what my parents would have thought of exploring a place like this," he thought to himself as he picked up a book from a nearby table and swept a thick layer of dust from the cover. Idly, but carefully, he opened the book and turned a few pages before closing it again and offering it to Lucien. The scholar cooed over it with delight and began rambling about the tome's age, history, and how well preserved it was. 

Tim smiled sadly as his inner thoughts lingered on his memories of his biological mother and father, Janet and Jack Drake. "Mom and Dad always seemed happier when they were on archeological digs than they ever were at home in Gotham." The young man moved on a little further down the hall, zeroing in on some new carvings that were hidden behind a curtain of spider webs. "Even with the bandits and the death traps, this has been interesting and kinda fun. I wonder... If I could've spent time with them on digs like this... Could we have been a better family?"

His thoughts were interrupted when a new voice echoed from deeper down the hall. 

"Is... is someone coming? Is that you Harknir? Bjorn? Soling?"

"Did you hear that?" Lucien asked as he put the book into his backpack.

Tim nodded as he nocked another arrow to his bow and began to follow the sound of the new voice down the hall. Once he got to the end of the hall, the serious expression on his face deepened. 

"Well, shit..."

Lucien nodded in agreement. "I suppose the ancient Nords who built that trap earlier had to get their spider venom from somewhere."

The entrance into the next large room was covered in curtains of spider webs from floor to ceiling. As Tim tried to peer deeper into the room beyond the curtains, while he couldn't see any giant Frostbite Spiders, he could see lots of web covered skeever and human sized victims littering the walls and floors along with lots of large round pods that Tim reasoned looked like giant spider egg-sacs. He felt a shiver race up his spine.

"Spiders... Why is it always spiders?"

He turned to Lucien and told him to wait there while he went to investigate. Cautiously, Tim crept into the room, cutting a small piece of webbing so he could try to slip in without alerting the creator of the web.

Unfortunately, even those small precise movements were not enough to go completely undetected. Tim froze in the shadow of a nearby pillar as a gigantic Frostbite Spider lowered itself ominously from the ceiling by a single slender web. The beast was far larger than what he'd experienced in the caves beneath Helgen. The body of the spider was easily comparable to that of a large horse, and the addition of the eight long spiny legs seemed to double, even triple its visual volume and height as it moved about the room, looking for the intruder upon its nest.

Fortunately for Tim, it was about that time that owner of the voice who's led him here started screaming bloody murder and getting the spider's attention.

"Hey you! You've got to get me outta here!" an elf trapped in a wall of webbing shouted at the top of his lungs. "Kill the damned thing before it eats us both!"

As soon as the spider turned its full attention to the elf, Tim immediately pulled the arrow back and let it fly at the spider's now exposed abdomen. Though the arachnid was clearly armored with a thick exoskeleton, from the back Tim's arrow was able to slip between the layers of the abdominal plates.

The spider gave off a horrible screech and raised up on six of its legs as it spun around to turn its full attention on Tim.  However, it got another arrow in one of the fleshy parts of its mandibles before Tim dashed off to the side. Tim knew he needed to keep his distance from the spider if he was to have any chance of killing the beast.

Suddenly, he stumbled and hit the floor hard on his left side. Tim bit back a cry as pain raced up his burned left arm. A quick look at his feet revealed a fresh glob of sticky webbing that effectively glued him in place as the wounded spider stalked toward him. Tim struggled to free himself, but it was no use! The webbing was too sticky and stretchy. He'd never free himself in time.

The spider was practically on top of him now, rising up and exposing its fangs when out of nowhere a stream of icy shards slammed against the spider from the back. The spider rose up again in pain and screeched. The momentary distraction was what Tim needed. Quickly, he pulled out one of his daggers with his good right arm and lunged upward, stabbing it into the spider's exposed sternum, burying the blade into the creature up to its hilt.

Screeching, the spider scrambled backward both away from Tim and the the constant shower of icy shards. But it was too late for it. Within moments, the giant beast fell down dead to the Barrow floor.

Tim stared at the dead spider as he struggled to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. 

"That was too close."

Tim moved his gaze and looked at Lucien. His eyes were drawn to the scholar's hands, which were covered in a sheen of frost. "That ice... was you?"

Lucien nodded as he rubbed his hands together and breathed into them to warm them. "I told you I knew a few spells. Unfortunately, I haven't had much practice using them in actual combat." As of to explain further, Lucien aimed a hand at the spider corpse and seemed to try and fire another blast of cold at it. However, whatever spell he was trying to cast seemed to sputter out at his fingertips. Lucien winced, as if he had a headache. "I'm really quite useless as a mage." Then he reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a vial of blue liquid.

"You saved my life," Tim said as he pulled out his second dagger and used it to cut away the webbing at his feet. "I wouldn't call that useless." Tim tilted his head at the liquid Lucien was now drinking. "What's that?"

Lucien paused. "You don't know what a mana potion is?"

Tim suddenly became more focused on the blade as he freed his feet. "I'm guess it's a mage thing?"

"Yes," Lucien said tentative. "I forget you have no experience with magic. It helps me regenerate the energy I use to cast spells more quickly. Kind of like healing potions, but for mages. Speaking of which," Lucien pulled out another vial, this time filled with a now familiar red liquid. "Do you need this?"

Tim almost said no. However, as he rose to his feet, he felt a sharp pain shoot through his left elbow straight up to his shoulder. With a murmur of thanks, Tim took the vial and drank its contents as Lucien went forward to speak with the trapped elf in the webs. It was still a strange sensation to him, feeling the healing liquid work its magic to mend his injuries....

Or at least attempt to mend them. 

While the pain had been dulled, there was still a deep ache in the muscles of his upper arm. Tim tested his left hand grip on the blade of the dagger he tried to retrieve from dead spider. With a grimace and a sense of trepidation, Tim noticed that he just didn't have the strength to pull the dagger free, not without a solid spike of pain that forced him to release the blade before he could hurt himself further. Then he switched his hand and found he could easily remove the dagger with his right.

"Hey! Get back here!" 

Tim turned to Lucien, who now stood before an empty doorway where the trapped elf once hung. 

"What happened?" Tim asked as he sheathed his dagger and picked up his bow.

"That Bosmer bandit ran off!" Lucien said in an offended tone. "Apparently he's got some artifact that's a key to the secrets of this Barrow. Something about a claw and a door in a place called the 'Hall of Stories'. He said he'd show us what it all meant if I cut him down."

"So you cut him down."

"So, like an idiot, I cut him down, and he took off almost as soon as his feet hit the ground." 

Tim smiled reassuringly at Lucien and gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Don't worry... We'll catch up to--"

Suddenly, they heard a blood curdling scream reverberate through the halls from the direction the elven bandit had run. 

"I think something has already caught up to him," Lucien remarked uneasily...

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Warning: This is being pantsed more than plotted, and this is not beta read. We'll see where this journey takes us. Mostly I'm just doing this for my own amusement.

Note1: If you have any questions about the playthrough and Tim's feelings/experiences that aren't described in the chapters, please ask me in the comments. I'll do my best to answer your questions as best I can.

Note2: Part 2 of Tim and Luci's trek into the Barrow. Here they have their run in with the giant Frostbite Spider and "Arvel the Swift". In the first screenshot you notice the book is glowing. This is from a mod called Unread Books Glow SSE (https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrimspecialedition/mods/20679). This is a brilliant mod because any books you haven't read yet glow, and the color changes depending on if they're quest books, skill books, spell books, or just books for character/clutter/something interesting to read. It's an extremely useful mod for any playthrough of Skyrim!

#elder scrolls dc#fanfiction#tim drake#skyrim fanfiction#batfam fanfic#red robin#batfam#crossover#lucien flavius#wip#afewnovelideas

#elder scrolls dc #fanfiction #tim drake fanfiction #skyrim fanfiction #tim drake #red robin #lucien flavius #batfam #crossover #wip #afewnovelideas

[scriptflorist]

Hello, I am a writer and I am making a character that is one of the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse. The one I am working on is Pestilence. Sorry if this is a bit dark but what I am trying to do is have her carry posies as in the nursery rhyme ‘ring around the Rosie”. What would typically be used in a bouquet of flowers to either represent disease or death or ward of diseases either now or in olden times? I find flower language so interesting so your blog is very helpful. Thank you

Hitopaz,

Beenquite a while since we’ve had someone off anon! No, need toapologise. Death is an integral part of floristry and plant diseasesare part of what florists learn to. You might find it interestingthat viruses can’t be cured on infected plants, not because thereare none but because it is safer for everything to stick toregulations and just burn everything. Can’t let anything get intothe groundwater. As for your question, there are a few.

bay leaf – I change but in death/dying

cypress – death, mourning, despair, disappointed hopes

garlic – ward off evil and illness, get well, courage

hemlock – you will be my death

leaves (dead) – death, sadness, melancholy

meadow anemone – sickness

rose (white, withered) – death is preferable to loss of virtue, transient impressions

wood anemone – sickness, forlornness

I know you asked about posies but I got carried away because there are so many small things that work here so have them all.

Nosegays or posies are ideal if Pestilence wants to carry around actual bouquets. They are naturally small because of their parallelarrangement of the stems. The flowers are arranged head to headwithout foliage except maybe as a sleeve at the end. So keeping several on their person should be no problem

YourPestilence can also easily carry any plant around that shows signs ofnutrient deficiencies, a virus or any other type of sickness it could contract. They always show in the way they grow and howtheir leaves lock, so even if the people they hand it out to don’tknow anything about plants they can probably tell that something isnot okay with it. Other than that they could also carry simply witheredflowers.

Ihave vague memories of a story about an arrangement with witheredflowers which are generally a no-no but in their case, it was astylistic choice in line with the assignment so they got away withit. Which is to say that Pestilence could also carry smallarrangements with them that they let wither. (Creating them with liveflowers will be easier whoever makes them.)

Weddingfloristry more than often includes a miniature arrangement for thegrooms lapel matching the wedding bouquet- Boutonnières.Their size and simplicity would make them ideal to keep in your character’s pocket and they come in several types. They can be simpleor elaborate, they can look more like a pin or a mini bouquet, and Idistinctly remember decorating leaves with hot glue and tiny flowersfor this exact purpose. The ones that I madeare generally supposed to be attached with the help of magnets whereone piece is glued to back of the leaf.

Nothingfancy or science-y, but people generally seem to think any rosethat’s a bit on the darker red side is half-dead even if everythingelse speaks against it. It was part of my daily repertoire to mentionthat the outer petals of a rose are supposed to Look Like Thatbecause they once protected the inner petals and making them prettywas secondary for the rose then. I’m a fan of dark colours so Ilike the dark deep red roses, so it won’t work for every character,but probably most of them. Black roses would also work, although theydo not naturally occur if Pestilence is a tangible character in yourstory a couple black roses won’t raise any eyebrows.

– ModJana

I wanted to pop in here and give an idea that I had, inspired in part by Jana talking about how we tend to deal with plants that have viruses. Mosiac Viruses of a few different sorts are fairly common and will give interesting look to the leaves and flowers, if Pestilence were to have flowers with those.

But what this reminded me of, is Tulip Mania and the Dutch tulip market collapse in 1637. Tulip Mania inflated the price of all tulips during this time, but the most expensive ones, the ones that was really sought after, were tulips that had a tulip-specific mosiac virus that disrupted their petal color genes and made them appear striped. The mosiac virus only spreads through buds, not through seeds. New plants from seeds would be healthy, so the only way to get more of the tulips with the most desirable effect was through buds, which reduced supply. Tulips also bloom for a very short window in the Northern hemisphere, so that also reduces supply of the flowers. 

What happened in the 1630s was that florists and their wealthy patrons were willing to buy tulips for high prices, so people began to invest in the bulbs to get the economic reward from the harvest. And they started buying and selling Tulip Futures, which are tulips that don’t exist now, but the right to tulips that will exist in the future. This allowed speculation, where someone would buy the rights to a tulip in the future (or rather, some number of tulips in the future), and then would sell those rights for a higher price to someone else. This speculation lead to what many consider to be the first economic bubble. 

The bubble burst in 1637 when buyers didn’t show up to the tulip market in Haarlem. They think that this might be because of an outbreak of bubonic plague in the area. Some scholars think that the plague outbreaks around that time were part of why people were speculating in the first place, fatalism causing increased risk-taking. People ended up losing everything they had in some cases because they’d scraped and taken out loans to buy futures to speculate with.

And now we don’t even have any tulips with that virus any more. 

I’m not sure how useful this is for your story, and I realize I kind of rambled on about this one weird situation (it hits on both of my areas so it’s a really interesting thing to me). I also realize that it’s probable that most readers wouldn’t make the connection, but I think it could be interesting to use the tulips with the “tulip breaking virus” for Pestilence because of the multiple connections to pestilence. 

The tulips themselves have a virus

The bubble likely occurred due to the plague causing people to increase risk taking behaviors

The bubble collapsing because of an outbreak of the plague in a specific key area

People losing everything due to speculation 

That last one kind of shows how even when pestilence doesn’t affect someone directly, it can still end up killing and ruining lives. 

~*Mod Den*~

Disclaimer

Thisblog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods arenot responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences ofusing this advice for real world situations or in any way that saidadvice was not intended.

#death mention tw #floristry #flower language #writing advice #victorian flower language #death #disease #pestilence #plant diseases #ask answered #mod jana #mod den #topaz-stars

[originaldanganronpascenarios]

mod chiaki, write a headcannon/imagine of your choice

That's so nice of you that you want me to write what I want ^^ still I didn't had bigger idea.

Kiyotaka Gundam Ryoma and Kirumi with crush who got heartbroken.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

Kiyotaka never trusted that person you were dating they were quite shady... Still he didn't said anything about it an this might have been his mistake.

He was scared since you could get mad over the fact that he didn't support you and your relationship. That you might take it for him not wanting you to be happy. Wich of course wasn't the case at all! He wanted you to be as happy as possible!

Some people took his glares as jealousy attacks wich was very surprising since its Kiyotaka we are talking about!

You did seem happy and he thought that he really might be jealous. The mixed feelings he felt were too much.

When he was in his dorm and heard few knocks he was surprised to hear sobbings aswell.

As he opened the door he saw you crying and he felt his heart tear apart. Something he allways wanted to protect- your happiness was gone at that moment and replaced with sadness.

He could tell what happened as he felt mad. Really mad, Someone who his precious Y/N (your Name) has picked played with their heart and broke it.

Yet he didn't show much signs of anger he hugged you so you could cry on his shoulder. He patted your back as he tried to calm you down You made your way towards the couch and you discussed it.

You told him whole story. His anger rose and yet all he did was trying to make you smile again His words were honest as he said that (for whatever reason they broke up with you) you are prefect no matter what others say in his eyes you are definition of perfection.

Just now you noticed how blind you were to pick E/N (ex name) over Kiyotaka Yet you didn't wanted to force yourself on him.

He promised you to spend as much time as he can with you so you can forget that E/N existed. After a month you were completely over it and Kiyotaka had confessed his feelings. You two started officially dating.

Of course he still had that bitter glare whenever seeing E/N but he wasn't any rude to them.

Gundham Tanaka

You two were great friends since you two talked for the first time. Gundham was distant towards everyone but he opened up to you.

That's why he felt terrible when he saw you dating someone else. He wasn't any rude but avoided speaking to them Whenever you asked for a reason why he was like this he refused to reply. You were quite worried about him.

When he finds himself rambling about you and your girlfriend/boyfriend mostly people will tell him that he's jealous wich he mostly replies with "Nonsense! Me the dark overlord of ice jealous!? Jealous of what? That foolish mortals relationship!?" needless to say he indeed was jealous.

You two seemed happy together so maybe he should leave you be?

Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind when he was resting in his dorm room looking at the ceiling his devas worried about him.

He immediately sat up as he heard a knock surprised to see you crying.

You were right in front of him and you told him about how E/N broke up with you.

The look of his face was mixture of anger and shock. He let you in as he embraced you. This kind of comfort was what vou needed right now.

He didn't say anything but thought what curse he shall cast upon E/N for making his Y/N cry.

Gundham didn't used that moment to confess his feelings and yet he really wanted to. He felt like you don't need new partner for now as you needed your heart to regenerate.

After he saw you smiling again he confessed his feelings.

You never spoke to E/N ever again. Although it was hard to forget and get rid of memories of E/N you managed to move on.

Still you felt happier dating Gundham instead of that person

Ryoma Hoshi

He had seen it coming. Someone as great as you finding someone and picking them over him. It's not like you were aware of his feelings anyways.

The person you were dating was quite suspicious as he thought that they might be using you. He was worried but he thought that he just might be jealous.

He thought of it as something uncool and tried to leave you two be but still he talked to you wich your boyfriend/girlfriend didn't like.

They told Ryoma to leave you alone. He noted that in his mind but didn't care enough. Ryoma just avoided talking to you when your boyfriend/girlfriend was around.

You always told him how happy you were. He felt his heart break as he knew that he isn't source of your happiness.

Each day he grew more and more suspicious of your partner but he kept quiet.

One day when you said that you were going on a date he didn't mind but was surprised to see you calling him.

"Y/N what's up?" he then heard you sobbing as you asked if you could go to his place.

He was really concerned and said that of course you could. Nervously he waited as he could tell what happened.

He let you in and wanted you to tell him whole story.

It wasn't the longest but he listened to you. He couldn't belive that anyone whould do something like that but he felt guilty as he was able to stop it from happening... If he just had said anything...

He tried to comfort you he wasn't best at it but you appreciated it a lot.

When you were over it Ryoma decided to tell you how he felt not carrying if he gets rejected.

He was surprised to hear you say that you felt the same.

Kirumi Tojo

She remembers how you asked her for help with your love problems (helping set up date helping you with getting ready etc) but while helping you she found herself falling for you.

She found it problematic but she didn't said anything since she was helping you with dating someone already.

She trusted person you decided to pick as your lover. But with time she doubted them.

She kept quiet and she didn't interfere with your relationship since you seemed very happy and she might just be imagining things.

You were still good friends and it's all she needed.

One time while she was cleaning she saw you running with tears in your eyes as you hugged her causing her to drop broom.

She was worried as she hugged you back. When you answered her she was very surprised as she felt slightly guilty since she could say something when she noticed that odd behavior of E/N.

Still you can't turn back time and now she tried to comfort you. Her embrace was very warm and her voice was very calming.

She suggested that you could try and maybe talk to E/N but after what they did/said you didn't even wanted to. You couldn't believe how naive you were.

Kirumi asked if you wanted to do something together so you can think about something else. This was good idea and you two went to the cinema to watch a movie.

And so Kirumi took you somewhere everyday so you can forget about E/N it helped and you noticed how amazing Kirumi is.

It was a matter of time before you became a couple.

~Mod Chiaki

#Kiyotaka Ishimaru #Gundham tanaka #Ryoma Hoshi #kirumi tojo