#deathly loneliness attacks

[rosenlied]

Some more Vocaloid + Tuyu and Ado redraws I did

#pjsekai #project sekai #haruka kiritani #airi momoi #ichika hoshino #shiho hinomori #saki tenma #mafuyu asahina #nene kusanagi #an shiraishi #mizuki akiyama #toya aoyagi #haruai #shihosaki #getcha #giga #kira #deathly loneliness attacks #hifumi #cosmic rendezvous #nakiso #dokuzu #iyowa #actress #chinozo #schema #ado #gira gira #tuyu #what if this isn't a slave

[anradalikesfish]

oH MY GOD MMMBMnm,nemn?¢]¢]%[]€[©]¢×®}¢=®§¢{\|[%]]?!?!?!?!?!??!?

IT'S FINALLY ON SPOTIFY!???;?;?-?-?&?$()3(2) AAAAAAAAAAA

I CANT BELIEVE THIS

this song holds such a special place in my heart cause it was the first Vocaloid song i ever heard (that i knew was a vocaloid song, technically my first was copycat but i was clueless)

GOSHHHH FHWJFJDJKF

i remember watching that animation over qnd over both the pke with the english cover and the original japanese wan AUGHHEHEHDJNMD

this sonf makes me so emotional god

#deathly loneliness attacks #i will forever love you #they should add this to proseka #Vocaloid #sirhamnet #loz #botw #totk #Spotify

[utaitemusic]

[BOTW | Eng] Deathly Loneliness Attacks (猛独が襲う) - Zelda-Inspired 2023 Reprise

I wish I had somebody else to share my everyday.

#猛独が襲う #Moudoku ga Osou #Deathly Loneliness Attacks #一二三 #hifumi #sirhamnet #✿ham #utaite #request

[athena-theunicorn]

The people who I cherished and the people I forgot, relationships came and went without another thought. Although I felt inkling this is not how things should be, I guess I really didn't know a single thing. 

Whatever anyone may say I know I've always been this way as I avert my gaze away from bonds I've severed to this day. Even I cry when I'm alone, even if nobody will know. 

'Cause deathly loneliness strikes on its own 💕

#i love this song #i might be a link kinnie #deathly loneliness attacks #link #legend of zelda #put this on soptify i beg of you #plz

[theguardianace]

some vocaloid songs aren’t even a question of “I wish this would be a ___ cover” it’s When

#Leo/need deathly loneliness attacks …. #ruikasa jitterbug…. #mmj shake it!!… #anhane getcha…

[scoliosismaster]

HEEEYYY hii HELLO!!!

I have a small question?

Is your icon something you drew?

If so is it A sona or just a little fella?

I love the colors! And your art style uses the same pretty pinks and blues useuly so I was just a tad curious!

it was just a little doodle i drew i think. i wouldnt call it a sona its just a little guy i think ^^ i never changed it because deathly laziness attacks every single day

#it was so long ago lol #maybe i should draw them again!!! #also not me making a deathly loneliness attacks reference

[prophecylinked]

SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE

AMANDA

Hated by life itself Happiness, farewells, love and friendship; they’re all goods that can be bought for money… within jokes made by comical dreams. i might just die tomorrow you know. everything might just end up being for naught. mornings and nights, spring and autumn. unchanging, someone dies somewhere. i don’t need dreams or even a tomorrow. if you’ll have lived on then that’s all i need. yeah… that’s actually what I want to sing about.

Talk to Me We can talk here on the floor, on the phone, if you prefer. i'll be here until you're okay. let your words release your pain. you and i will share the weight. growing stronger day by day. it's so dark outside tonight. build a fire warm and bright. and the wind it howls and bites. bite it back with all your might.

Deathly Loneliness Attacks For all the people's feelings that i threw off to the side. although i know i needed them to keep myself in line. the punishment for running from my duty all those times, has tightened all around my chest and now begins to bite. before i know it, something in my heart begins to change. i wish i had somebody else to share my everyday. my body feels so numb as i succumb to prickling pain. i realize now that solitude is not a strength.

MARIA

Little Miss Perfect Rewind, induce amnesia. deny the truth, it's easier. you're just confused, believe her when she says that there's nothing there. it's never worth it… when you're "little miss perfect"

Top of my School Cause maybe i know what my heart desires. maybe i’ll lead with a passionate fire. ‘cause baby i know that i’m destined to fly. but if i hadn’t earned a dollar what would you think of your dear daughter would it be pity or dishonor to ensue? and if i failed to earn blue ribbon, how could i ever be forgiven? tell me what love would still be given from you.

Deathly Loneliness Attacks No matter how you live your life, you're breathing everyday. depending on somebody else to lead you on your way. but even if they disappear, you're breathing all the same. 'cause all you'll do is drag along whomever keeps you safe. the people who i cherished and the people i forgot. relationships came and went without another thought. although i felt inkling this is not how things should be, i guess i really didn't know a single thing

#once more simply tell me | memes/starters #((avalon fucking ENABLING ME)) #((the point of this post is really to show just insane deathly loneliness attacks makes me about these two)) #((please know that just as much as i brainrot about these girls dynamics seperately i am CONSTANTLY brainrotting about them together)) #((IT'S ABOUT WHAT GROWING UP TRULY MEANS BITCH!!!)) #((and much more but god. these girls.))

[dnsleif]

malleus draconia x reader. 1.7k words, hurt no comfort disguised as hurt/comfort kinda im sorrryyyyyyy, yandere-ish but its literally just how malleus is in canon so lol, BOOK 7 PART 3 SPOILERS

Green flames take over your vision, followed by the sight of Malleus in front of you.

Everything is hazy from there on out, from the words the Briar Valley prince says, to the yelling coming from your friends in Diasomnia, to the loud beeping and Ortho’s warning that goes unheard from your ears.

The dorm seems to be in a mess of chaos, a panicked state that is overtaking everyone but you. You’re not sure why the scenes before you seem to be playing out in slow-motion, or why the faces you see are blurred and the voices you hear are jumbled together.

The only thing you can see clearly is the horned fairy whose facial expressions are slowly morphing into a Malleus Draconia you’ve never seen before, a part of himself that he’s worked hard to keep hidden deep in the caverns of his very being.

There’s more screaming. Malleus is yelling now, presumably—you can’t exactly hear the exchange. But you can see the pained look on his face and the way his mouth moves in such a hurried and frantic manner.

You thought that, perhaps, you were one of the only people in the world who knew every side to Malleus Draconia. The only person who knew his pet peeves and his loneliness and everything in his heart.

But with the scene unfolding in front of you, you came to the realization that there was no way that could be true. There was a side of Malleus that not even you had seen before, a side that perhaps he didn’t want you to see. But somehow it hurts. It hurts that you’re seeing him like this and it hurts that you can’t do anything to ease the pain he’s feeling now.

Even if you wanted to reach out, wanted to console him, to take his face in your hands and let him know that you’d always be there for him, you couldn’t. Not with the way bodies upon bodies are running out in front of you towards the fairy, ready to attack. Not when it feels like your feet are too heavy for your own body to carry.

And just like that, the haziness becomes all the more apparent as your surroundings are suddenly shrouded in a green hue. You can just barely make out the sight of ebony vines, covered in thorns, snaking their way across the room.

Your eyes are closing, your consciousness fading, mind becoming even more cloudy than before.

Before the last bit of your consciousness slips away from you, you’re suddenly aware of the sleeping bodies beside you. The faces of your friends, the people you’ve come to think of as your closest companions, all fast asleep.

The deadly silence paired with nothing but a symphony of quiet snores was nothing less than terrifying. You watched the thorns continue to latch onto the various pieces of furniture—it was a sinister feeling, horrifying.

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of the future king once again. He was different, a Malleus you didn’t know stood before you.

Green flames adorned the bottom of his cape, just like when he had first arrived. His horns glowed green, as well. You noticed there was ink seeping out of his shoulders, and his face was deathly white.

You thought he looked beautiful. No matter his attire or his form, he was always beautiful to you. So why was your heart clenching at the sight of him now?

The silence was cut off by the sound of his humming, a deep, low voice—one that you usually found comfort in.

But, somehow, for the first time in your life, you were scared of Malleus Draconia. Even though that voice was the one who called out to you in the dark, even though that face was as beautiful as the nights he laid beside you, you were scared—terrified.

That voice was not whispering sweet nothings into your ears—rather it was humming that deafening tune that made your stomach turn and your head cloud over even more. That face was not bashfully flushed at your hand in his hair, it was smiling at the sight of all your friends in a comatose state.

The last of your consciousness finally drifted off as your eyes closed. You were grateful, somehow, that the moment finally came. You thought that maybe it was better to join your friends in this deep sleep than to look at the man you love in fear.

———

You startled awake, eyes jolting open. Your breathing was unsteady, rapid breaths coming out of your mouth as you tried to settle down.

Just a dream.

Before you was the softness of your blanket and the sunlight of Twisted Wonderland peeking in through your blinds.

Your hands reached up to your eyes, presumably to rub the tiredness away and cope with the sudden brightness of your room, but your fingers were welcomed by a trail of wetness starting to dry on your cheeks. You were crying. Why?

The dream that had startled you awake had all but disappeared from your memory. It must have been a really bad one, you thought. It was strange, though, you can’t recall a single thing about it, yet it was horrible enough to bring you to tears?

You hear a low groan from the other side of the bed that you’re facing away from, making the tears on your face become all but forgotten. Suddenly, you’re aware of the arm encircling your waist, the grip getting tighter and pulling you closer.

You move a bit in the embrace, until you can turn around and see the person that is holding onto you so tightly.

A smile adorns your lips at the sight in front of you. Malleus, with his dark horns and messy hair scattered around the pillow, eyes closed with a small smile gracing his lips, is laying beside you.

A sleepy dragon, just for you. The Malleus Draconia that not a single other soul in this world gets to see.

He’s beautiful and you’re happy at the sight of him before you.

So, why do you feel the corners of your lips spread into a frown?

However, the frown is quickly replaced by wide eyes and slightly parted lips as Malleus opens his eyes. He’s sleepy, you can tell by the way he squints his eyes as he looks at you.

But however sleepy he is, that doesn’t stop the smile on his lips from growing larger when he sees your face in front of him, watching him sleep. It’s a lazy smile, one that has his fangs slightly protruding and his lips lopsided, but it’s so undeniably attractive coming from the ever-elegant prince.

“Good morning, my love,” his voice is groggy. He lets out a hum before nuzzling his face into your neck, still sleepy. The hum is deep, low and… familiar?

Did he sing you to sleep last night?

The thought was gone before it was completely finished as Malleus plants a messy kiss onto your neck. You sigh at the feeling and the sight of one of the most powerful mages in the world beside you in bed, holding onto you as tight as possible while peppering kisses onto every visible surface of skin his still-tired lips can reach. You never knew it was in a dragon’s nature to be clingy.

You love him, this Malleus in front of you. You love the Malleus that looks at you kindly as soon as he wakes up and the Malleus who wants nothing more than to hold you close to him and feel the warmth of your body right next to the coldness of his own.

As you’re thinking of him fondly, the dragon suddenly looks up at you, eyes wide and worried. His eyes are so unbelievably big and green, you feel you could get lost in them if he looked at you like this for any longer.

“You’re crying,” he says in a whisper, taking a hand off of your waist and reaching up to your face. Sure enough, when he pulls away, his fingers are glistening with your tears.

You’re crying. Why?

You’re not sure when the tears had started nor why, but the pit in your stomach that’s been there ever since you woke up from your nightmare hasn’t gone away.

Your lover’s face usually eases all your anxieties, so why, when you look at him right now, does the pit in your stomach grow larger? As he looks at you with his widened, worried eyes, as he wipes away your tears and whispers in your ear that he’s here, everything will be alright, why are you shaking even more?

And there it is.

In the background of your mind you see a flash of green flames and thorny vines and suddenly everything that happened last night is clear once again.

You shake out of Malleus’ arms, needing to be away from him after remembering the events from the night before. You don’t want to be away from him, you would never want to be out of his embrace, but right now, you need to. And he lets you, for he would never want his love to be uncomfortable beside him.

He lets you stumble out of his arms and he watches as you stand up, eyes still locked onto his own as you cry a seemingly never-ending cascade of tears.

He thinks you're beautiful, even as you cry, even as you pull away from his outstretched hand, even when he knows you’ve “awakened.”

But he doesn’t want to see you sad, especially not because of him. Perhaps this dream wasn’t satisfactory enough, maybe he was too simple in creating your dream—thinking that you’d be happy with just him, maybe that was just his wishful thinking.

He reaches out for you once again and you don’t move from his arms, you don’t think you have the strength to do so once again. He whispers in your ear, in that dreamlike voice that you’ve always loved, that he’ll do better, he’ll create a better dream for you, a dream where you’ll feel no sadness nor shed any more tears.

“Let us meet once upon a dream again.” He plants a gentle kiss to your temple.

His lips are cold.

And with that, your consciousness is fading once more and you think once again that this may be for the better—that you’d rather be in a dream forever than be afraid of the man you love.

#malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #erm idk how i feel abt this

[rayroseu]

《 deathly loneliness attacks 》

(spoilers) tbh i feel like theyre progressing too fast w the diasomnia updates 😭😭😭 im still processing part 1 when malleus was left alone saying "no one invites me anymore..." 💔🥲 WDYM i might have to through unimaginable pain AGAIN* at malleus' struggles and desperation in keeping his handful loved ones with him, its only been 2 months? since part2 released IM--

anYwaYs, since i am a heartsomnia parallel believer, im manifesting malleus to be *on stage* breakdown crying* like our queen riddle rosehearts post ob during book 1 , he needs to let out that emotional constipation and what better/painful way than to showcase his pent up frustration to the entirety of nrc and possibly- sage island👍👍👍 either way, i'll cry regardless, i know im not alone when i say im soooo not ready for pt 3 💥

#POSTING THIS EARLY MYGODSKD MAY 19TH IS NOT LATE-MAY YOU MOUSEEE 💥💥 /lh #malleus draconia #malleusdraconia #malleus #twst malleus #twst fanart #twistedwonderland #twst disney #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland book 7 #TWST #fanart #fan art #twst wonderland #twst art #illustration #art #my art #lian arts #twst malleus draconia #twst diasomnia #diasomnia #artwork #digital art #twisted wonderland malleus #twst

[transmasccofee]

”deathly loneliness attacks” is literally Such a Saiki coded song yall please listen to it

Like Holy Shittt

#saiki k #it is literally describing him #i kinda wanna animate it but im hella lazy so i prolly wont lol #Youtube

[virgilisspidey]

Two Souls Fanworks Masterpost

[Main Masterpost]

Since the main masterpost exceeded the limit of 100 links per post, I'm putting all of the fanworks that two souls has accumulated throughout the months right here. This is really gonna be simplified, no more little comments about the art, but I do try and reblog every single one I come across. It's like putting all ya'lls arts on my very much crowded fridge

If you want to post fanart of my fic use "rottmnt two souls fanart" in the tags or mention me so i can see it!! I'll add it to the author's notes before a chapter so i can properly thank you for the amazing works!!

(Please tell me if the links don't work I'll figure it out)

Screenshot Inserts

Mystic Mayhem

Origami Tsunami

Donnie's Gifts

Newsworthy

Minotaur Maze/The Fast and the Furriest

Bug Busters

Fanart

tfpshatteredglasswriter

katatsumuri-o [1] [2]

calistata [1] [2]

slimelijah

miicycle [1] [2] [3]

dontmiindme [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

miaantalisia

vicbutnotactually

this-is-specifically-for-art

saimurais [1] [2] [3]

clearlyclueless [1] [2] [3] [4]

ikenmengoessbrrrrr [1] [2]

chasser0code [1] [2]

generalgri3vious

2-sleepy-for-this

yarnican

chaoticlilshitposts [1] [2] [3]

enthblaze [1] [2] [3]

whats-evers [1] [2]

cjamss

heartsxchaos

seannawatters

endless-exhaustion [1] [2]

bubblew0lf1

paper enigma

moonyraindrop

theranchhand [1] [2]

tk-boba [1] [2]

rry3s

donnie's-bo-staff

soapiemomorphine [1] [2]

shrimpscream [1] [2] [3]

blitzxiiru

chaimaniac

violetlauren

cursedhue [1] [2]

luvst4rz

snekplush

littlebabymothman

iamheretemporarly [1] [2]

chibi-foxdraw

lieutenantbiscute

fanta-seee

sad-leon

nom-noms-things

staryeclipse

apollo-not-in-space

humanradiojmp

tmntleoisbae

Fanfics

Becoming As One by YukiSkyes (ao3) /reminiscingdreamer (tumblr)

What's Left of Me Now. by ediblemoon (ao3)

see your name in shining lights by mlmtelephoneboy (ao3) / enthblaze (tumblr)

1 to 10 by saimurais (ao3 and tumblr)

His Firsts by soapiemorhpine

Saccharine Sugar by MetanteiIdolRachel

Compassion (A writing prompt) by seaweedcolored

Animatics/Animations

dontmiindme - Chapter 7: Bug Busters

shyartz03 - Interlude I

apolloido (tiktok) - Chapter 9: The Gumbus

theranchhand - Chapter 14: Craindre Carnival

theranchhand - Song: Who Is She by I Monster

shrimpscream - Song: Mary On A Cross by Ghost

cursedhue - Song: Deathly Loneliness Attacks by Mafumafu

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt two souls #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles two souls #rottmnt two souls fanart

[lodish]

me slapping deathly loneliness attacks into my xiao scara AND furina playlists. MENTAL ILLNESS BLAST!!!!

[pinkcherryblossom18]

The Devil Went Down To Gotham

Summary: Tim was sick, deathly sick, and when a way comes you take it to make him better. Now it's only a chance of if you still hold the same legacy as your grandfather.

I told myself that I was going to go on hiatus for a while but an idea struck me with a 5k+ fic.

This is based off of the song The Devil Went Down To Georgia by Charlie Daniels. If you haven't listened to I would recommend it because it is such a good song.

TW: Cancer, The Devil, blood, guns, threats, bad deals, mentions of suicide, marriage of convenience, only small amounts of fluff but it's mostly angst.

Tim was sick.

There was no stopping it and no way to get a cure for something so biologically natural that no one knew how to get rid of it even if they tried. It affected all of you, and even though he tried not to show it, you could tell that it bothered Jason more than he liked to let on.

Bruce was probably the worst, you didn't share a bed with him or an apartment but everyone could feel his despair just as equally at night as much in the day. Jason would come home and say that he was just happy that the criminals at least mildly stopped, perhaps they knew that the consequences would be worse than usual.

It also seemed to be more lonely at night, with you coming home after basically getting kicked out of the hospital by the nurses and almost dragged out by the doctors, on the walk it felt lonelier than normal. Every once in a while you would spot red up around the buildings, knowing that Jason was trailing you just in case something happened but still, the heaviness of everything would settle down on your bones and Jason would make sure to embrace you harder that night whenever he would see you crying on the way home.

But now, as you were walking home and not a single red helmet in sight, you still felt eyes on you and these weren't soft and adoring like the ones that you knew Jason would give you as he watched but you felt like prey and someone or something was about to pounce at any given moment. It was like those people that your grandfather had always warned you about, those that watched and waited, so desperate that they would take anything that they could.

You felt those eyes on you the whole way home, piercing and calculating, watching every movement like it was waiting for you to mess up so it could swoop down and attack while you were down. It didn't help that the chill that night was worse by Gotham standards, with frost climbing up on buildings and small puddles of water already glazed over and frozen solid.

The apartment was worse, even with the doors locked and none of the thick windows open, it felt like pure winter in the apartment despite it almost being spring. There was a smell in the air as well, almost a burning smell that made you curl up your nose and something that you could only classify as sulfur-like that made your eyes water.

Brimstone.

He was sitting on the couch, his arms spread across the top cushions like he owned the apartment and his feet kicked up on the coffee table as if he had been there for hours instead of what you could only guess were seconds. His fingers tapped against cushions, impatient and waiting--waiting for your arrival.

Putting down your bag and shutting the door, his rapping stopped and you watched as he stood up and faced you, a smile wide on his face—an adder-like smile on his face that was portrayed in his split pupils as he looked at you in pure sickening joy. "Ah," he said, throwing up his arms, greeting you in a way that one would do to a family member that they hadn't seen in a while. "I was wondering when you would show up." He moved around the couch and leaned on it after. "Been waiting here forever, been watching souls die left and right, almost forgotten how much I love Gotham."

You only cringed at the whispered part of that sentence but it would make sense why someone like him would enjoy Gotham, especially with the one thing that they successfully produced every second: Death. It was a key detail of Gotham that would lure someone like him here without a doubt.

His face went from joyful to sympathetic, that cunning and mischievous look still present in his eyes no matter how much he tried to hide it under fake sympathy. "I heard what's going on with Tim, sad isn't it?" He only looked at you, now with hunger in his eyes that you had only seen on madmen only worse than the Joker himself. "Only if there was some way to fix it," he said, teasing at what he wanted to offer you, showing you the plate but not so much what hid under the tin yet.

Crossing your arms, you hoped that in some way you would look bigger, it always worked on Jason, made him look bigger and scarier to many. "What do you want?" You spat out, knowing that the Devil wouldn't visit unless he was searching for something--something he couldn't have even if he begged for it.

That sickeningly sweet smile appeared back on his face, reptilian-like and shiver-inducing, not just because of the frosty air. "I want to offer you up a deal, little tit for tat if anything." He seemed to pull it out of nowhere, but now a scroll lay in his hands, dark, blood red and it looked like it would be painful to even touch. "Tim for your soul when you depart from this plane, simple really. One of the simplest that I've done in a good while actually," he said.

It was now that you had to think it all through, your Grandmother had always said that you had a good head on your shoulders, and a good heart to go along with it but enough common sense to not go throwing it around without knowing the consequences. Your grandfather said that as well, all of your family did and even the new one that you acquired after you and Jason started dating, all of them said that you had a good head on your shoulders and enough common sense to get by.

You could only picture the disappointment as you took the scroll from his hands, as you looked down at it, and read the words written on the document, all pointing to somewhere that would end up bad for you. A blade was slipped into your empty hand that was swinging by your side, slightly cutting your palm with the sharp end.

A small flinch went through your body but you only looked back up at the Devil before you and gestured for the pen in his shirt pocket. "Sounds good," you said, your voice sounding defeated and a smirk crept up on his lips at the sound of it.

Wordlessly, he handed you the pen and guided your hand to dip it into the small pool of blood that was now forming on your dominant hand before letting go and watching as you wrote down your name first. Signing the almost pitch-black scroll, your hand still dripped blood but only a few extra drops landed on the document, smudging and erasing some of the red ink that was written on the page.

You finished your name and looked up at him, handing him the scroll. "I guess I'll be seeing you in a while," he said but the both of you knew it would be sooner.

Much sooner.

And out of everything, when he left your eyes darted to a box that was never put anywhere that held something that your grandfather had given you when he died. You had fought your grandmother on that, saying that she should keep it but she only snuck it into your car before you left to go back to Gotham.

And it seemed that Johnny's legacy wouldn’t end with him.

It was worth it, that's what you think at least when Jason comes home and barely strips off his suit before wrapping you up in his arms and even with his helmet you can tell that his smile is wide. You can feel the happiness radiating off of him as something sick stirs in your stomach and you can slowly feel as your body starts to become indulged in the cancerous substance that had been traded from Tim to you.

It was still worth it, it was worth more than anything else by just how much Jason wanted to run to the hospital, knowing that they would let him in anyways but he had given in to your pleas of staying home and getting rest. He had done so after a few minutes and all throughout those few minutes you hoped that he couldn't smell the brimstone and smoke that still invaded your senses.

He had decided to lay on top of you that night, his arms wrapped around your waist, with his head nestled into your stomach with here and there kisses to the skin while your hand threaded through his hair. It was a lost-in-thought type of thing, something so subconscious that you didn't even have to be fully present for autopilot to still try and show Jason the amount of love that he had done to you over the years.

To try and give back the ways that he had held you over the years, the way that he had helped you after you almost died and when your grandfather died, endless and without abandon love that had stemmed from both of you the day that you two had met. The way that Jason had opened up to you about everything, his Robin days, his death, the days that he spent training with Ra's Al Ghul's assassins, and when he came back to Gotham to exact his revenge on the Joker.

Jason kept rubbing his thumbs over your naked skin from where he had pushed your shirt up only slightly to pepper his kisses all over your stomach. You were sure more would have happened if he wasn't so tired, the adrenaline from hearing of Tim's recovery and that night's small criminal events had tuckered him out more than he had even thought.

But you knew that had expected something was wrong, as Tim became stronger in his health you had become weaker barely being able to breathe without wincing and every small movement feeling like a death sentence of its own. Living had become tortuous and you could only hope that your plan would come out better but you knew one thing that you couldn't do.

Jason and the others didn't need to know.

It felt wrong not telling them but you had put yourself into this mess, you had made the deal knowing the consequences and now you would get yourself out of it no matter what. You weren't going to drag Jason or Bruce not even Dick and Damian and definitely not Tim who would blame himself for the whole thing if he found out.

There was no one that you could tell and it ate you up inside, to watch as Tim got better and Jason was still in a constant state of worry because you looked like you were going to keen over and die at any given moment. It was that guilt that led you to the conclusion that you should have had the day that the deal happened and if anything it proved that being around detectives all of the time didn't make you one immediately.

"Hey Grammy, um--if you can do you mind calling me back." You took a small painful gulp, knowing that if she responded it would be worse than anything else but you might have deserved it. "I did something stupid, something I shouldn't have done but I-I don't regret doing it. Can you please just call me back," you said, ending the voicemail and hoping that she got it soon.

It was only a minute later when she called you back. "If it's what I think it is, it better not be," she said, her voice a dangerous and warning tone that made you flinch.

A shuddering breath left you. "I had to Grams. I fucking had to, he was going to die," you said.

Her own sigh came from the other end, it was disappointing but you hoped that she would at least let you explain yourself. "What happened? The short version if you don't mind," she requested, knowing how you liked to go on tandems.

You told her everything, every little step that led to a few days ago and she cut you off at the part when you got to entering your and Jason's apartment. "You made a deal, you took that boy's cancer." She didn't sound angry but was still disappointed. "Love really does change the mind then?" You opened your mouth to protest but she cut you off. "Are you still a fiddler or are you a love-struck fool?" She asked.

A smile appeared on your face but it quickly dropped and your eyes went wide when a familiar figure was in the doorway, you just now noticed him standing there. "Can't I both," you said, hoping that it didn't sound like you were panicking from Jason's presence.

A snort came from her. "I hope you still have that head attached to you when I come to visit in a few weeks," she joked and you let out a forced laugh. "I love you," she said before hanging up, not even letting you say anything back, not that you really noticed.

A frown was etched on his face, that was the only indication that you needed to know that Jason had been there the entire time you had been explaining yourself and retracing the few past day's events to your grandmother. He looked angry--furious even and you noticed his hands balled up into fists and you would have gulped again if wasn’t that the sheer thought made you wince.

You two looked at each other, not saying anything for a few short minutes but it still felt like forever as you stared into his beautiful blue eyes. "Jay--"

"What the hell were you thinking," he ground out, like talking to you was hurting him, after the lies and the secrets of the past few days and you could only admit that you served his anger. "Were you even thinking when you did that!"

The shout made you flinch but you still sat there, waiting patiently for him to continue his served yelling but he only looked at you in waiting, his questions barely even more rhetorical than what you had previously thought. "It was at the moment, I was thinking about Tim. I was thinking about--about you and everyone else, no one would have been able to handle his death," you blurted out, a small and quickly dying hope blooming in you that he would just leave it at that and let you handle everything on your own.

A scoff went through him and Jason pushed away from the wall, walking to you in a way that would have had any criminal, petty or not, scramble away from him in sheer fear at what he would do. "So you signed away your life," he spat out, now standing in front of you and you didn't even look at him, shame creeping its way into your body and mixing almost poisonously well with the pain that you were going through.

You still stared at the ground but with the shame and guilt-filled tears crowding your vision, you let Jason pull up your chin with his fingers so you could look at him. "I have a plan," you pitifully whispered out, not sounding convincing but more so desperate to hold onto the small piece of whatever from only an hour ago before he knew.

Another scoff went through him but it was lighter and just like with your fingers that threaded through his hair, his thumbs started to wipe away the tears that were falling down your face. "Oh really, what is it then?" He asked, not sounding angry despite it still being there, toning down his anger for you and it being so unlike his usual behavior of still yelling no matter what to anyone else but you and sometimes, Damian.

You shook your head, the soft hold that he had on your face with both of his hands cupping it made it slightly more difficult but you still managed. "You don't need to know, you're not involved," you defensively, your voice becoming as strong as it could be with sickness crawling up it every other second.

His gaze became harder and now you could see more now than ever before why he was feared among the streets of Gotham, even with the helmet coving his face. "Like hell, I'm not," he said, seeming to grip your face harder, almost in a way to tell you that no matter what you said he was still going to try and help.

"Jason--"

"No," he said, harsher than he meant to say it but the implication was still there in tenfolds. "I'm in this alright." He let go of your face and you found yourself wanting them back, even if they weren't supposed to be, you found his rough hands a sense of comfort for the years of having them as so.

It was now that you gave in, grasping for his hand in a way of saying so and he grabbed it and squeezed it softly in the way that you had watched him do to Tim in the hospital. "Don't tell anyone else at least, please. Especially Tim, he doesn't need to feel like this is all his fault," you said, giving in and no longer able to try and cut him out of helping.

Not that you would have been able to stop him anyways.

A joking look crossed his face, replacing the serious tones that had overtaken it. "Well, if we want to be technical," he started but a small slap to his arm cut him off with a wide smile and a small laugh coming out of him.

A smile formed on your face as well and before you could open up your mouth and say something, Jason bent down and took your lips with his, stopping whatever words were going to come out. Your hand came up and cupped his face and you could feel Jason stopping himself and pressing in harder, all of his wants needing to come after you two dealt with your problem.

Or your shared problem now so it seemed.

The gun feels almost too heavy, the silver carrying more weight than it actually was and even the bullet in your hand seemed to have more weight than it should. You were surprised when Jason handed you the gun, it wasn't like the ones that he usually used but you hadn't asked, not knowing if you wanted the answer.

He had dug it out of one of his bags, it was tucked behind the clothes that were also tucked into the duffel bag, everything in there being precaution in case anything went south and both of you had to leave. Though things had gone south, neither of you were leaving, and as you stuck the bullet in the revolver, you were about to make sure nothing would go south for the rest of that day.

Your eyes darted to Jason's, the man sitting on your shared bed, his own gun tucked under his palm and a certain look in his eyes that you couldn't directly place. It scaled between dangerous and downright murderous and you were sure that he wouldn't give the Devil as many chances as you are now.

One out of six are his exact odds, six slots and only one has a bullet and after you spun the barrel, you have no clue which one it ended up in and neither will the bastard after your soul. The soul that you sold, the soul that you still don't regret selling but with every pained breath and every glance at Jason, you hope that your little plan still fucking works.

Next to Jason lays a box, the same box that your grandmother had snuck into your car after the funeral, the box that Jason knew she snuck in but didn't say anything about. It lays next to his other hand, he had looked over the gold metal before closing the box once more, the case was something that your grandfather had lost but it was well protected in a big box with too much bubble wrap for one fiddle.

Once upon a time, you had thought about selling that fiddle, it would bring in a good amount of money considering that it was real gold but you had promised yourself that you wouldn't. The memories and the lessons alone that the instrument had brought to you had held more worth, the speeches and the retellings of what happened that day ingrained in that instrument as well as your memory.

You feel the hair on your arms stand up, goosebumps start to rise up on your skin and you see Jason shiver in the cold atmosphere that surrounded both you and him in your now freezing bedroom. That eye-watering smell came back from a few days ago, the brimstone now making tears well up in both of your eyes.

You turn around and fire off the gun, nothing.

One out of five chances left.

A laugh comes from the Devil. "Well, I do say that I wasn't expecting you to kill yourself." He looks over at Jason, a wicked smile on his face showing off all sharp teeth crowded in his mouth. "Especially with your lover in the room but suicides are much more fun. I would have expected Jason to at least know how to load this thing correctly." He takes a step forward. "Here, let me," he offers, hand coming out before him, only a few steps letting him grasp the gun in his hands.

One out of four now.

He stops and looks at you, an eyebrow raised and a surprised bark of laughter coming out of him. "You know that won't do you a lick of good against me," he says, his voice still light but now with something darker treading under it.

Now your eyebrow cocks, a challenging gaze in your stare as you hold out the gun with one hand, the other ready to grab the box and show it off to him if needed.

Let him know that an old friend was still thinking of him.

You tilt the gun a bit, aiming toward whatever heart he may have. "I know but you're about to violate contract and with only four chances left I wouldn't chance it." You now gesture toward the inside of his suit pocket, knowing that the scroll lay inside of there. "It does say something about violating contract in our deal, does it not?" You asked, a smirk trying to edge its way onto your lips but you fight it off as best as you can.

A certain coldness seeps through the floors but there's now a heat under it, a weird mix of torturous flame and cooling ice that would only lead to more pain, and a laugh comes from him that sounds just like how it feels. "I am not breaching contract, I never go against a contract, a man of my word I am." A certain red glow appears in his dark eyes and from the corner of your eye, you can see Jason tense up, ready to go against the Devil. "I took Tim's cancer, the family won't have to worry about anyone within it suffering that kind of stuff anymore." He steps forward and you can see a now predatorial look on his face that matches the following gaze he gave you a few days ago. "Now, I have to wait until your end, which is pretty soon isn't it?" He whispers, a taunting tone in his voice directed at both you and Jason.

You place your finger on the hammer, pulling it back and placing your finger so close to the trigger that a small gust of wind could knock it on the trigger and only a small amount of force would be needed for it to go off. "You try to take me now, I will put a bullet in you." You stop, a considering look in your gaze and you tilt your head in consideration. "Well, you only have...What was it Jay, four?" You ask, looking over at your new husband.

You looked over at Jason, his rubber black wedding band being an excellent addition to him though it had seemed impossible to ever be able to make him better than he already was. "I thought it was three," he said, his own no concealed smirk on his face and an air of pure smugness surrounding him entirely. "Though it doesn't matter, he's not taking you."

A laugh is pulled out of the Devil again and he takes a step forward, you press the trigger and he stops. "What was that?" He asks.

"That was your chances going down." You looked over at Jason. "I told you it was four," you said, proving that you were right in your fake little argument.

Jason mocks you before reclining back a bit on the bed, putting his arms behind him and you tear your eyes away from him before anything but what was happening could conjure up in your brain. "You want to punch it more, you'll be dead on the floor before you can even touch me," you threaten.

His gaze narrows and he steps forward again, once more you pull the trigger on the gun, and once again nothing happens. "You think you can kill me?" His voice is dark and you refuse to back down no matter how much every single warning in your brain is going off. "I'm the Devil, sweetheart. You can't kill me, I am violating nothing in the contract and I can take you sooner if I so wish so I recommend putting down that gun," he says calmly but his voice holds only threats in side of it.

This time, you let the smirk come on your face, holding residence as you now start to slowly unfold everything that you had created. "And I, Satan, Lucifer Morningstar, The Devil Himself shall promise that no sickness will ever touch the Wayne family and everyone connected inside of it and allow that signer to live the rest of life with Jason Todd, in untampered happiness, until last breath," you quoted all in one breath, feeling faint at the action but the look on his face making it all worth it.

An unbelieving scoff came from him and he reached inside of his suit jacket and grabbed the scroll. "Rest of her life," he growled out, rushly opening the pitch-black scroll with its red blood ink and he looks over it quickly. "You tampered with it, you don't get to tamper with my deal!" He shouted but you only let the loud words fuel your ever-growing fire.

A laugh went through you. "You mean my deal," you said with a smile.

He stopped, his face contorting into confusion and somehow even more anger and he looked at the paper once more to see what you meant. "You signed first," he whispered darkly.

You shrugged. "Should have read the fine print asshole, that's all your fault. Now," you pulled back the hammer once more. "Take this cancer out of me and we'll all be on our way, you can go back to hell and I can be happy with Jason. Just like you promised," you said lowly, ready to pull the trigger once more.

Now a laugh came from him, loud and angry, fury was still on his face but now mixed with amusement. "No sweetheart, I said I would take Tim's not yours and unfortunately the contract doesn't specify dating as being connected to the Wayne family." His shoulders racked with laughter and he looked at you with nothing more than the same fake sympathy from a few nights ago. "So that means," he trailed off and stepped forward once more.

One out of one chance.

You hissed through your teeth and gave him a false sympathetic smile. "You see, that's where you're wrong." You hold up your hand and his eyes land directly where a shiny wedding ring lay on your finger, deeply contrasting Jason's who was wearing the one that he would be on patrol instead of every day. "Dick was all too happy to be a witness when we explained what was going on, had a real priest too. We can bring out the contact if you want to see for yourself just how much I am connected to the Wayne family now."

It hadn't been in the way you or Jason wanted to do it, both of you at least wanted to wait a bit longer but if anything the whole situation gave you two an excuse to do something that would probably never have happened if put up to you two. Both of you wanted to get married, it more so that terrifying outlook on it that both of you had witnessed when others had gotten married and everything went away.

Tonight, something would go away but it wasn't your love, that was something that neither of you needed to be scared of anymore.

A rough and ground-shaking roar came from him and the Devil looked like he was about to attack you but he only stilled himself from doing so, knowing that only one slot remained and that was most certainly the one with the bullet. "Fine, I'll take the cancer. But be warned, I'll see you in hell, one way or another your eternal damnation will be all mine," he said.

"I'll put it in my calendar," you said and with a sharp curse, he left.

You felt as though something hard was lifted off of your chest, your lungs no longer being crushed by this biological weight anymore and you could now breathe once again without pain. A shuddering breath came from you and you looked over at Jason, an almost unbelieving laugh came from you and then it triggered one in him.

You two stayed in your spots, laughing at the fact that it had all worked so well. Jason stood up and with only two big lumbering steps, he brought you into his arms, lifting you off of your feet and twirling you around with laughs coming from the both of you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he stopped with the spinning and you two only looked at each other with heavy breaths and wide smiles that were hurting your faces but it didn't matter. "Now I know why Grampa Johnny always put his fiddle in so much bubble wrap," you said and Jason raised up his eyebrow for you to explain but you only grabbed his face and kissed him hard.

The gun in your hand was a trophy, a trophy for making where others didn't and just like your granddad you survived the Devil with only the skin of your teeth but it didn't matter. "We're going to need a box," you said but a mischievous smirk was planted on Jason's face as he turned around.

You looked at him in question but he only took the gun from your hand before plopping you down on the bed, taking the box with the fiddle in it, and putting the gun in it before facing you once more. "Well before that." He crawled on top of you, a lustful look in his eyes and you threw your arms around his neck. "How about we officiate this marriage, Mrs. Todd?"

The smile on your face seemed like it got louder. "Sounds good to me Mr. Todd."

#jason todd #jason todd x reader

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[Image Description: An edit of transparents of Rui, Mafuyu, Toya, and Honami from the chest up over a purple background. /end ID]

Crescendo at Dawn song list!

[PT: Crescendo at Dawn song list! /end PT]

A list of songs Crescendo at Dawn (from the Sekai Shuffle AU Constellations) would cover.

Links: Masterpost | Crescendo at Dawn Intro

In Game Commissioned Songs [PT: In Game Commissioned Songs /end PT]

Composing the Future

Cellphone Love Story

Jackpot Sad Girl

Tricologe

Bug

Samsa

In Game Covers [PT: In Game Covers /end PT]

Phony

ECHO

Hated By Life Itself (Solo Covers)

Venom

Bocca della Verità (Mafuyu + Toya)

Into the Night (Honami)

Bitter Choco Decoration

Cutlery (Mafuyu + Honami)

Villain (Mafuyu + Rui)

Usseewa (Full Unit + Solo Covers)

Non-Breath Oblige

Nothing But Life

Irony

Not In Game [PT: Not In Game /end PT]

Lagtrain by INABAKUMORI

Better Off Worse by CircusP

Reincarnation Apple by PinocchioP

Mother Days by Chinozo

tenetene by uutubo (Mafuyu + Toya)

Deathly Loneliness Attacks by Hifumi (Honami + Rui)

2:30 Life Remaining by PinocchioP

Therefore You and Me by TadanaCo

Apple Dot Com by PinnochioP

#our posts #constellations! (a prsk unit shuffle) #crescendo at dawn #prsk au #sekai shuffle au #sekai shuffle

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deathly loneliness attacks - hifumi

#hatsune miku #miku #vocaloid #digital art #illustration #art #fan art #anime #i might redraw this in the future #procreate #tinink

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💌 (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) also 11 46 and 50 for the prsk asks!! ^^

hehehe hi oceannnnnnnnnnn <3333

i genuinely have so much fun hanging out with you!!! you're a lovely and interesting individual. i see why you love an so much- you both share a passionate soul brimming with easy-worn kindness. and. i know ive said it a bazillion times. but thank you thank you thank you for being my beta for this project <333 it means more than you know

11. a song (or several) you want?

i actually have a playlist!!! some highlights: virtual singer version FLASH, Common World Domination, Light Blue Invasion, and Little Missing Stars, leo/need deathly loneliness attacks, neiro craft, and main character, mmj seraphim of the ring and shake it, vbs getcha, ch4nge, and iya iya iya, wondershow anti-joker, jitterbug, and positive club vs negative club, and n25 abnormality dancing girl, nee nee nee. a lot of the songs i've wanted have already gotten in!!! (read: envy baby, meteor, kuu ni naru, marshall maximizer, and the snow white princess is)

46. favorite no-costume 4* you think should have gotten one?

the rui from the smile of a dreamer lim set purely because i would have five extra character rank stamps for him. or an's nocturne interlude one!!!

50. a hot take?

i like wxs rabuka. the full version is sooooo brain scratchy the rui alt SLAYS and the dance is sooooooo cool. the little kick spin AAAAAAAA

#i am a lover not a hater #i will find something to like and latch onto it like my life depends on it #probably because it does. love is in everything if you look #ace answers an ask: game edition!