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kadajsbitch · 11 months

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Fresh Air

Pinocchio x Fem!Reader

Warning: Smoking a cigarette, other than that none for the most part.

I kind of want to turn this into a series, idk yet. This may be a bit OOC but for the most part, the character is nameless as for the little mentions of her family and things, I still for the most part kept it a clean slate for the readers to make that themselves. If I do make this a series, I’ll probably give them a last name or something but as of now, it’s pretty much a blank slate so enjoy. 😅

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It was late. Way too late for a lady of her status to be outside even if it was just to stand in front of the building she resided at.

But then again, those things didn’t matter anymore… not with the rogue mechanoids patrolling the streets of Krat looking for any potential human or even puppet that hadn’t been affected with whatever was turning them haywire, to ultimately slaughter. It also didn’t matter anymore considering she no longer lived under her families rule anymore. For all they knew, she was dead and despite that being a cause for concern to most, it was one of the things that felt like a grand weight being lifted off her shoulders… therefore, her status didn’t matter anymore.

She pulled her robe around herself a little more tightly for the sake of keeping warmth. Due to the fires that were beginning to spread around the already apocalyptic city, the winds had picked up, causing for it all to appear slightly foggy, and in all honesty hard to breath… which made for what she was about to do seem stupid.

But one thing was for certain and that was that Krat was now in an apocalyptic state and even if the puppets were to one day just stop their tumultuous assault against everything within their line of vison, it would take years before Krat could be in a state of repair… and years before it would be fully repaired.

She reached into her robe pocket, keeping her head up and alert as she looked around once more, wearily taking a few hesitant steps away from the door. While it had only been a few days since her arrival to the hotel, she felt as if she was trapped which to her was slightly ironic because before she had arrived, she had told herself if there were people there who could help her, she’d never leave the building for the sake of her life.

To get to the hotel had been a challenging and a perilous journey itself. She had been on her way back to the station, not willing that was or sure but having only been in Krat because she thought she’d be able to hide out there until her family got bored with looking for her…

She let out a frustrated huff, as she quickly moved to check her other pocket, and to both her satisfaction and annoyance, she finally grasped the thing she had been looking for… the box of cigarettes.

Straightening herself as she hesitantly glanced down the bridge and around her once more, making sure she was indeed alone. Her attention fell back to the little box. She had grabbed it off a corpse when she had been running towards the hotel… she guessed it had been a simple cream white color before it had been splattered with blood.

It felt wrong to grab it off a dead man’s body, but then again it wasn’t like he would be using them. She for one, definitely did not them nor have any true need for them considering she had never smoked before in her life. Yet she did it… and she despite the overwhelming feeling of regret having to do with her actions, she felt a peculiar sense of excitement by it due to the fact if her family could see her, they’d surely throw a fit at catching her smoking.

She carefully slid the little box from the bloodied sleeve that held its contents, before pulling one of the carefully hand rolled pieces out. Quickly, she placed it between her lips before pocketing the box and shoving it back in her robe pocket and finding her matches.

Speaking of her family….

She came from a wealthy one. One with lots of influence on those within in London and neighboring countries, yet no one would’ve guessed considering she never had her debut into society the proper way due to the fact she had ran away. She knew what would come of the day… Her mother had wanted to throw a debutante ball and hold it at their manor, like they had done for her sister and cousins, and so on.

While from the outside, it seemed like a grand affair, some girls who were the stars of their balls and those they attended, loved it and looked forward to them, she knew it was just an excuse for her parents to go window shopping for a husband for her. The very thing she did not want.

So, she waited a week before the event, the night of her escape she had changed into one of the puppet servants clothing and promptly ran away. She had been fifteen then… and she had been very ill-prepared for how the world outside of first class society really was and yet, she wouldn’t trade it for nothing in the world because at least she had one thing her parents seemed to have not wanted her to have at all, and that was free will to live her life according.

Of course, her family wasn’t just going to allow her to leave on her own terms. Over the years she had narrowly escaped men who had chased after her, no doubt privately hired by her father who promised them wealth and money to find her. Three men in which, continued their pursuit of finding and bringing her back to her father alive and in one piece for the award they were no doubt expecting from the man.

And they would’ve succeeded this time too, if not for the puppets at the station going haywire and attacking the men who were all but trying to drag her in the train and those around her…

Feeling her hand grasp the small box of matches, she quickly pulled it out, her head whipping around to ensure her safety once more before she looked down, bringing the now lit match that she had repeatedly hit against the striker until it was ignited.

Quickly she brought the end of her cigarette to it before shaking the match out, and taking a shaky inhale. While she had never smoked before, she had been told if she ever tried, to inhale with her mouth first before fully inhaling with her lungs to avoid the embarrassment of hacking up said lungs. She pushed the smoke out through her nose, making an audible “Oh.” Sound before, she brought the cigarette away from her mouth as she hesitantly looked across the bridge, her face fixing on the figure she hadn’t noticed before.

She froze for what felt like minutes before she slowly made her way to the hotel door. However, she got the need to look back once more, in which she did, and luckily it wasn’t a puppet like she had assumed… it was him.

He was halfway across the bridge now, his eyes fixed on her. He wore a simple chemise top that had a loose frill collar, and simple black breeches with his flat shoes and socks. A stark contrast from the uniform she was use to seeing him in…She suddenly became aware of what she had on, as the skirt of her chemise night dress and train of her robe blew slightly in the harsh wind, again reminding her that she shouldn’t have been out. If not for the fact that by societal standards, she was a woman, it was the fact that she was dressed indecently especially considering she was alone.

She pulled the silk robe a little bit tighter around her chest area, looking down to make sure it was still secured in place by the silk belt of the robe before she hesitantly stepped away from the door as he got closer.

“It’s late. You could’ve smoked through the window.” His voice was surprisingly deep yet it wasn’t so guttural, and held a softness to it. It was both pleasing yet odd coming from him considering his features were somewhat soft. Despite this, he didn’t sound particularly upset or worried about what she was doing. More so stating the situation, and a solution that would’ve been better than her coming outside.

She sighed softly, exhaling the smoke as she turned to look behind him and towards her right. “Yes, it is and I could’ve but I needed some time outside of the hotel… I know the air isn’t particularly fresh out here, but it’s nice to be outside.” She said, her eyes finding his to search his expression.

He tilted his chin down slightly keeping his eyes on her as his eyebrows furrowed in an expression that seemed to be questioning her reasons.

“Nice to be outside… in these conditions.” He turned his body slightly to look at the scene beyond the destroyed building that stood closer to the hotel as his eyes shifted from one collapsing building to the few giant clouds of black smoke rising in the air from fires that brewed.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly as she took another drag of the cigarette, now feeling a little more comfortable to inhale it. “As thankful as I am for Antonia’s benevolence and allowing me to stay under her roof for the time being, staying inside for too long can be a bit stuffy. No matter how many windows you open.” She said, watching as he turned to look back at her, his eyebrow raised slightly in a questioning matter while his gaze seemed to hold a look of doubt.

“Besides, it’s not like we can really have many windows open… while it does seem like the puppets tend to ignore the inside of the buildings, if they catch wind of seeing anything within, they’ll do what they usually do.” She says frowning. When she had arrived to the hotel, she had felt safe enough to relax and be as loud as she wanted due to the fact she was staying in the highest part of the hotel… that’s until Antonia informed her that some of the puppets were climbing.

“How attentive. You’re observant enough to know that if they think they can sense humans within the building, they’ll tear it down in a means to get to us. Yet it’s alright to stand outside and smoke because you’re in need of fresh air?” At this, she narrowed her eyes at him slightly before rolling them watching as a gentle grin found it’s way on his lips.

“We haven’t been formally introduced. My name’s Pinocchio.” At this, her exspression shifted to one of curiosity. “Like the fairytale?” He nodded before holding his hand out for her to shake, an action in which she carefully repeated as they became familiar with one another.

“(Y/n).” She said, a little to stiffly for her liking but hoping it was believable. She had been using the false name for years after she had ran away, yet it never felt right coming from her lips.

She didn’t miss how the corner of his mouth slowly withdrew, his eyebrow raising more as a smirk found its way to his face. “Lovely name. I haven’t met anyone with a name like yet.” She smiled, withdrawing her hand from his as he did as well.

She had seen the man walking around the hotel every now and then, but she had never interacted with him due to the fact he seemed to only really come inside the hotel to maybe get supplies and talk to Eugenia, Antonia, and the man who resided in the study.

And almost immediately, he’d leave afterwards. She had never seen him eat or drink anything, which in turn made her believe he ate when she was either in her room considering the fact it’s where she mainly stayed now unless she was speaking with Eugenia, the girl who ran the weapons shop she had became friendly with.

After a moment of silence and looking at one another, he turned to face the bridge to look at the scene in-front of them.

“You shouldn’t stay out too long. They rarely come up here, but every now and then there’s two or three that are sauntering infront of the door when I come or am exiting.” At this, her face fell from the relaxed, almost pleasant look to one of shock. Not really by the fact that they would come close to the hotel, that much she assumed but she hadn’t even bothered to check the windows before she so much as opened the doors.

He glanced at her from the side before smiling gently, turning back towards the doors as he opened one. Before he entered however, he looked over to her, clearing sensing her sudden unease. “Are you coming inside too or, do you wish to enjoy the outside air more?” He asked. Again, his tone was gentle yet you could see an almost teasing look in his eye as she stood there waiting for his response.

She didn’t hesitate however. Quickly, she knelt down, quickly stubbing the cigarette out as her other hand held her robe together tightly to keep modest before she stood up, and quickly went inside. Nodding at Pinocchio who averted his eyes to the ground to watch his step, once she was inside as he moved to follow, closing the door behind him.

#pinocchio x reader #lies of p #lies of p x reader #made him a little sassy lol #kadajsbitchlol #not proofread #I’ll edit it later to fix any typos lol #currently is four in the morning

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runawayengineer · 2 years

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𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝗺𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝗺𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 💜

Pairings: Raiden shogun!reader x Floyd, Rook, Lillia, Leona

Warnings: Mentions of Dictatorship lmao, electrocution, near death experience. Fighting. Your practically over-powered. gn!reader i got lazy on leona's part.

Genre: fluff.

Requested by: Anonymous

Synopsis: you are the shadow of a Electro-god, and when you realize you've been taken somewhere you cannot serve your very purpose, the boys have to deal with a very Angry Puppet.

FLOYD who firsts sees you during dorm assignment, speaking with Crowley about how you demand a way home and refuse to stay here, because as the Raiden [name], it is your job to protect the people of ina― where?he doesn't pay attention to what your saying, more focused on the sparks of electricity that Buzz in the air around you, Showing just how angry you truly are, wait a second, did you say guardian? Your the guardian of an entire nation?? heh, Sounds like fun..

FLOYD that would definitely be dead if it weren't for azul smoothing things over everytime the moray eel messed with you. Usually most people would ignore the eel, or run from him, claiming he was the 13th reason, you however had a duty. and as the Raiden [name]. You refused to have even 1 reason to feel out of your comfort zone. You demanded he back away from you, and when he denies and laughs. "Look at shrimpy getting bold." that irritating nickname is enough of a red flag for you to burst into a Large surge of Glowing electricity.

Angrily Tugging your Katana seemingly out of your Chest, the light your emitting to bright for anyone around you to see what your doing. And by the time azul appears to save floyd for the teenth time, in a Dominant voice you acquaint the shocked leech twin, your humbling most favorite line. Those words being. "You will be inlaid upon these grounds, fish!" And before you can swing you weapon that is Glazed and blazed in a scorching purple Fury.

a certain octo―merman appears in front of Floyd. "now, now, I'm sure we can come to an agreement!" His spoke nervously fixing his glasses, making you relent. Oh, The things ashengrotto does to keep the twins safe.

ROOK who absolutely admires everything about you, no matter how cruel or how merciless you are. Oh? Your an expert at execution? Étonnant! Teach me! Oh? You took people's magical pens―..visions in hopes of eternity? Your so determined!

Oh? Your not a real human but actually a puppet used to dictate over inazuma's people while the real electro―god you serve lives in your conscious?? Your absolutely beautiful! "Haha! Tu es plein de merveilles!!" and for a while you didn't mind the compliments, he praised you and while most saw him creepy or disturbing. you genuinely didn't have an opinion on him, except he was constantly by your side, at your every beck and call, kind of like a certain tengu warrior, strange.

ROOK who laughs when you ask him about what sort of sorceress language he was speaking "ma belle étoile filante faite d'éclairs!! My language is not a sort of Sorcery! it is a natural language I've been birthed with!" You weren't sure if he'd been lying or not but you told him to tone it down so you could understand him more.

Of course while you were speaking, a savanaclaw student had bumped into you, and instead of apologizing, the nameless brute slurred mean words at you, causing you to Become extremely enraged at his mannerisms, you Proceed to explode with electricity, Removing your katana from your chest, your right ear hearing the savanaclaw student cry out in fear, while your left ear caught wind of Rook Singing your praises and cheering you on. "incroyable! absolument incroyable! tu me complètes!" Whatever that meant, you didn't pay mind to it. "Now, you shall perish!" You Called among the Quivering savanaclaw student.

"What is the meaning of this!" a Familar voice called, Taking your attention off the student enough for him to run away. You and rook's gaze turn to find the Housewarden, Vil standing there in shock. "we have no time for a fight! come with me both of you!" That student is lucky, but you will make sure to strike twice, next time.

LILIA who is absolutely shocked when he finds out your OLDER than him! At first he doesn't believe you, simply laughing at what you said, until ― haha, Ms/mr. Raiden, Why aren't you laughing? You weren't joking?? Oh...

He's absolutely intrigued at all the stories you tell him, about your homeland, your people, how your not a real person, but just a puppet merely created to Defend your creator's people. how you've slaughtered a few people for the sake of your creator's "Heavenly principals of eternity."

He's extremely amazed and stunned when he finds out that you Challenged your own creator to a battle that lasted 500 years, in which you didn't win but still managed to hold up against them, even just nearly winning, is beyond amazing!

LILIA who is absolutely smug beyond explanation when the clouds start to rumble and snarl, mixing with each other, the campus darkening as the black clouds block out any source of Light, Thunder echoing causing students to be afraid. a Cold Purple light awakening in the pit of those Swirling angry clouds. "If i cannot fulfill my creational purpose in the land of eternity, i will simply call my destiny upon this fairly inferior land." You called from on top of the college opening. right as you planned on Removing Your weapon from your chest, a certain bat ― fae called to you. when he saw you pulling your sword from your chest and decided to stop you before you hurt someone. it took a while to stop you, but he did, i think.

LEONA who was Simply napping like the lazy bastard cat he is, untill he was scared awake by the sound of a horrendous thunderstorm, the loud boom and electrical crackling causing him to scare away in seconds. and when he'd looked outside, he frowned at the skies, he may have flunked school once or twice but he's smart enough to know thunder and lightening isn't purple! This man is the definition of "well, if i die, then i die." While Pulling the covers up again. So you could imagine his surprise when ruggie bursts into his room exclaiming that the Prefect student is acting up, and is now attempting (and possibly succeeding) to execute heartslabyul's student (ace) for some reason. The fuck?? it was the prefect that did that??

LEONA that overblots and is immediately Knocked down not only a peg but an entire fucking staircase when you Nearly Musou no hitotachi him after he attempts to attack you, he'd be dead if it wasn't for how quickly he could dodge your attacks, untill you actually manage to hit him, thankfully it was one of your more weaker hits, but he immediately blacks out and hits the ground. When he awoke, and saw you and the others staring down at him with you wearing a faintly sympathetic expression, he had mixed emotions, he'd been beaten by the Prefect. a magicless, human. "We'd got along perfectly if it wasn't for your immature tantrum." you started off, weapon vanishing into thin air. "if all that of infantile anger is out of your system, I'd be willing to become allies." you said, while most people around you had a slightly hard time understanding what you meant, this beastmen knew that you were asking for a truce, or a friendship? he was far too tired to tell. his only respond to your words, was covering his eyes with his arm in a weak manner. "i need a nap." He croaked tiredly, who knows? Maybe that was a yes, you'd never know untill he woke up again.

©EngineerDragon

#©engineerdragon #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst x reader #Floyd leech #floyd leech #floyd leech headcanons #Rook hunt #rook hunt #Rook hunt headcanons #lilia vanrouge #Lilia vanrouge #Lilia vanrouge headcanons #Leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar headcanons #genshin impact #raiden shogun

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fatuifucker · 1 year

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scaramouche x kitsune! reader lore and background

background for the lore in scaramouche's kitsune familiar! reader au

sorry if the wording is all over the place, this is just meant to be a summary so try not to mind it too much

Before Yae Miko, there was another who had caught the eye of Raiden Ei. Tamamo-no-mae. Using her charms and seduction, she slid her way into the archon's heart and became the kagemusha's lover. However, it was all a farce, for her true goal was to claim Inazuma for herself and set it into ruin. The archon twins eventually saw through her deceptions, and Raiden Ei was forced to slay her lover for the sake of her nation. Before she departed, Tamamo-no-mae left a 'gift' in the form of a child she conceived with another. Despite the atrocities it could bring, when Ei saw the crying kit in the middle of the battlefield, she couldn't bear to point her blade towards it.

Raiden Ei brought the kit to the Narukami Shrine, where it was raised under the care of the diligent shrine maidens. While Ei had reservations of the potential chaos it could bring to Inazuma, Makoto saw it as a beacon of wisdom and truth. She intended to take the kit under her wing and make it her familiar; to have it capture the beauty of what it means to be the Inazuma archon and witness the beauty of transience to share its wisdom with the world. But alas, the Narukami Gongen perished before the kit could become an adult.

In preparation for her eternal meditation, Ei created a puppet shogun to take her place. One of which was a prototype that shed tears in his sleep. In him, she saw something: a remnant, a reminder of her deceased sister. Recalling her sister's wish, Ei left the puppet in a mansion with the kit, in hopes that they could witness transience in the way she as an archon can't, so Makoto's wish could come true.

Of course, it didn't go all according to plan.

The kit happily lived with the doll along with a group of bladesmiths, its bond with the puppet becoming stronger and stronger with each passing day. However, the kit was haunted with nightmares of their former master, lamenting their failure at fulfilling their duty in protecting the Inazuma archon. A scientist by the name of Escher noticed the kit's troubles and gave it a specially procured medicine meant to keep the nightmares away. Not wanting to turn down the scientist's act of kindness, it took the medicine everyday as instructed, not knowing that it was a poison meant to impair and permanently damage one's cognitive abilities with hallucinations and clog it from thinking critically.

After the incident in Tatarasuna and the apparent betrayal of Niwa and Yae Miko, the puppet and fox found a lonely, nameless child. Together, the pair cared for the child, and they became a family. Until one day, while the puppet was out getting food, the fox walked into the sight of the child's lifeless body on the ground. Devastated, the fox collapsed on the ground, crying, wishing that they could just forget their useless existence and life.

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Today, an elusive kitsune trails behind the shadow of the balladeer. It doesn't know anything from their past. Who was their kin? What was their childhood like? The only memories they have are of their time as a servant of some lowlife shogunate members who only used the kitsune as a tool for power.

On days where they weren't needed, they were stuffed away in their empty mirror prison; a hellscape where the only thing they could do is hum lullabies they forgot the origins of while contemplating their blank existence. The one who slaughtered those men and saved them was someone known as Kunikuzushi, who held out his hand towards them with a promise:

"Lend me your strength, and I'll keep you safe. I'll eradicate this cruel and unjust world, and bring forth a new era where you'll never have to suffer again."

Today, this kitsune familiar stands beside their master– no, their lover, as he holds their hand, preaching for a world where he would be its god.

#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer

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onedaughterofman · 1 year

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You, forever (Chapter IV: A funeral pyre)

Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV x g/n reader

Summary: The Clergy takes something from Copia, but he refuses to let go.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and corpses. Implied/referenced murder.

PART I HERE / PART II HERE / PART III HERE

The Nameless Ghoul stands in the middle of the room. Hands behind his back, spine straight and feet positioned firmly on the ground, he basks among the shadows. His eyes, covered by the round glass of the mask, remain on the figure in front of him.

“How is the cleanup going?”

Papa Emeritus IV paces from left to right, black cornette tall on his head. The hat obscures his factions, making him look harsher at the edges, older than he is. There’s a heavy furrow on his brows, as his mouth curls downwards. From time to time, his pupils dart from one corner of the foyer to the other, lingering somewhere far away on the long hallways.

In a deep rumble, the ghoul’s voice elevates over the distant creaking of the fire. “Up to your standards,” he replies. Only after a beat, his mouth opens again to add a small “Sir” as an afterthought.

For a long moment, Copia only nods absentmindedly. His eyes are closed, head tilted when his fingers reach up to press on his temples. “Do it better,” he commands, waving one hand. “I can’t stand the smell of death.”

The ghoul’s mouth becomes a thin line behind his mask. His tongue brushes over the pointed tip of his fangs, biting back the words he wants to say. It doesn’t matter how well they clean the place, because the heavy stench of death doesn’t come from the humans stored in the chapel.

No, he knows better. It’s clear as day that, lately, the pungent smell of blood, pain and misery clings to Copia like a shadow, coating his clothes and skin with demise. Nevertheless, there’s no sense in stating it, it will offer nothing more than a faint satisfaction at his despair.

“Understood. Anything else?”

Letting his fingers fall from his face, Copia shakes his head. “No, we’re done here. Finally .”

Since his birth all those centuries ago, the ghoul has known humans to be short sighted, quite simple creatures. They have all this world to them, all the abilities and potential to create and destroy, but they lack legitimate ambition and foresight. Humans also don’t seek for the truth that is, but for the one that allows them to sleep at night.

This time, the ghoul lets out a muffled chuckle. Papa Emeritus IV overhears it, even through the thick mask. “ What? ” He asks, halting his pacing. “Do you have something to say, ghoul?”

“Do you want me to say something, sir ?”

The last word burns on his tongue. Making deals with the Clergy is something he can tolerate on most days, since it provides him with a chance to inhabit a body and to feed on the energy of hundreds, if not thousands of people during the tours. Yet, on other days it’s a tortuous chore to obey the commands of a mere human. Especially one like Copia, who only recently started demanding nothing but uttermost respect.

The more desperate Copia becomes, the tighter his leash becomes around the necks of the Nameless Ghouls.

He despises it.

“Speak.”

For a few seconds, the ghoul remains silent. His eyes scan over the other’s face, down to his tense shoulders and trembling hands. A smile stretches his lips as he decides to, finally, reply. “As you wish,” he begins. His next words are like sharp knives, digging into Papa’s flesh without mercy, tearing it apart. “This is not over yet. Your little massacre has taken you nowhere.”

No blood comes out of Copia’s body, but the ghoul can practically enjoy its taste. The human’s heart beats faster, filling the arteries and veins with rage and fear. He smells it, the anguish and despair, the sorrow and pain.

Oh, how enticing, how delectable.

There’s nothing as raw as human emotions, nothing better to feed on. Inhabiting a vessel doesn’t fully compare to the whole complexity of humanity. The ghoul might walk like a human and look or speak like one, but his body is nothing but a hollow puppet desperately wanting to be filled with sensations. The bigger and cruder, the better.

In front of him, Copia jerks his head again. His eyes are gloomy, concealed behind his troubled expression. “Nonsense. I’ve killed them all,” he says, breathless.

Under the mask, the ghoul smiles widely. “Not all of them.”

“What do you mean? Saltarian is gone! The old man is gone! And so are all the higher-ups in the Clergy, priests and priestesses alike,” Papa Emeritus yells, right arm wildly gesticulating in front of him. “There’s no one else.”

The dozens of bodies inside the chapel are proof of it, but there’s one missing. The ghoul takes one step ahead, maintaining his hands clutched behind his back.There’s no emotion in his voice, just a sliver of amusement. “Have you found peace, then? If they are all dead and gone, are you granted respite?”

Those words cause the desired effect on his victim. The emotions, raw and heavy, strike him in the face with the force of a whirlwind. Copia staggers back, throat tight when he swallows once, then twice. His eyes are veiled, focused on a mirror in the distance, looking at something only he can see.

“You…What do you mean?”

Taking another step, the ghoul tilts his head. The distressed image of Copia reflects on the dark glass over his eyes. “There’s something I need to make clear. I don’t have any kind of feelings towards you, positive or negative. I’m here because I’m obliged to, until the contract is fulfilled or you die. So don’t misunderstand me.”

Step after step, the ghoul gets closer to the other. Even if he’s not tall, his presence seems to tower over Copia, reducing him back into nothing but that poor Cardinal that crossed the Ministry’s doors years ago. It's intoxicating to have a resemblance of power back, to remind humans of the place they primarily belong.

Born from chaos and fire, the ghoul searches for home on earth. “It’s not my place to judge whether you’re doing something right or wrong. The only reason why I’m going to tell you this is because this game is growing stale, boring.”

Breathless, Copia takes one small step back. “Game?” He whispers, voice hushed.

“Human affairs. Humans killing humans, destroying each other,” the ghoul begins. “So listen closely. You haven’t killed the one responsible for the death of your partner.”

“ Who? ” Papa Emeritus growls, gloved fingers closing over the neck of his jacket. The ghoul remains still, head high. “Tell me, you little devil. Tell me, or else!”

Over the silence of the foyer, the ghoul’s laugh comes from every little corner, from beyond the halls and within the walls. It’s nothing like his normal speaking tone, but something stronger, inhuman. “Don’t believe yourself to be so special,” he mocks, hand reaching out to grasp Copia’s wrist.“You might be a chosen one on this earth, but after death you all burn the same. Like pests.”

The poison embedded in his tone doesn’t compare with the one stored deep within Copia’s when he growls in his face, fist tightening around the ghoul’s clothes. Papa’s jaw is locked, eyes opened wide and pupils trembling, feral inside his irises.

“It’s an order, you wretched creature”, Papa snarls. His white eye emanates a bright, blinding light that casts deep shadows on his face and illuminates the dim room. The energy coming from him hits the ghoul in waves, one stronger than the other. “I command you to tell me who this person is.”

Feeling a shiver travel down his back, biting at his bones and devouring him from the inside, the ghoul bares his teeth under the mask. The sigil binding him to obey burns almost like hellfire on his skin, seizing him by the guts and twisting his core hard. This is the first time Copia used his power over the contract to actually put him in place, and he doesn’t know how to react to that.

In the end, an order is an order.

“Yes, your Infernal Holiness,” he replies, lowering his head in a show of submission and respect. Papa Emeritus IV doesn’t allow him to go as he continues. “The person you’re desperately looking for has always been here inside the Ministry, commanding and punishing behind the shadows. The one you want is the enabler of Armageddon.”

The hold only becomes stronger as Copia’s hands travel up the ghoul’s neck, squeezing with enough strength to make him endure it. Even if infernal creatures don’t require air to survive, when on earth they are bound to certain limitations from their human vessels. The Nameless Ghoul feels the burn inside his lungs, as they cry for any relief.

“That tells me nothing!” Papa yells, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. He pushes the other away, beginning to pace around the place. His stare is feral, pupils wandering from one corner to the other, haunted by his own demons.

A human, tormented by human emotions. The Ghoul almost prefers this despair over the raw anger. “I answered your question,” he states, fixing the neck of his jacket before his hands go back behind his back.

“A name! I want a name!”

Even as Papa Emeritus yells on his face, the infernal creature remains stoic. “I gave you something better. Their true nature. That’s their real name. How humans chose to call themselves and others means nothing to us.”

If his Dark Eminence wants more answers, at least he doesn’t press any further. The Nameless Ghoul stands in the middle of the room, pupils following the other as he destroys the furniture until it’s nothing but a pile of wood and fabric, old trash that will burn along with the bodies to feed the funeral pyre.

PART V HERE

Ps: We're really getting some plot today lol. I'll try to focus on ending this series before posting more new WIPs and requests. I hope you guys understand.

I love the idea of the Nameless Ghouls being weird little creatures that just want to see the whole world burn. They are here for the vibes only.

Also, Copia being all commanding is awakening something inside of me. Something unholy.

#ghost band #ghost band fanfic #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #nameless ghouls #evil cardinal copia #antichrist copia #the band ghost #ghost band x reader #cardinal copia x reader #my fics #my writing #ghost band angst

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sakuraoora · 2 years

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Hey, so, for the "Tonight the music seems so loud" event, can I recommend Unconditionally by Katy Perry, specifically, "I will love you unconditionally" or Lonely by This side of paradise ("If you're lonely come be lonely with me") with Scaramouche? Kinda... hurt/comfort esqu.

IF YOU'RE LONELY COME BE LONELY

WITH ME <3

Ships. Scaramouche x Reader

Warnings. Scaramouche backstory spoilers, angst → fluff, Scaramouche is down bad af for reader, reader is a fatui member. Might get some points wrong, not written the best for this idea, unfortunately 🥲

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Notes. Hi Anon! Thanks for submitting ^^. I hope you like it! I also included some other lyrics from “Lonely,” so I hope that works out! I’ve been waiting for the inspo to write some Scaramouche backstory angst so… :)

The text in quotation marks + italics are from the song lonely by the other side of paradise

“Ask me why my heart's inside my throat

“I've never been in love, I've been alone

“Feel like I've been living life asleep…”

Purple eyes blinked themselves awake to an empty, stone room.

"Are you lonely?"

A nameless young puppet, not yet having a gender, felt a warm hand clasped with their cold one. They looked up to see his creator, a beautiful woman with long purple hair like theirs, but her hair was braided down her back. Her purple kimono was spotless, despite being out most of the time.

As he sank into deep sleep, the last thing he remembered was the warm hand no longer being there, the electro branding at his chest throbbing.

“Are you lonely?”

The nameless puppet, now Kunikuzi, had cut his hair and walked aimlessly in Inazuma City before encountering a boy who introduced himself as Kaedehara [REDACTED] and took him in. He learned that the Kaedehara boy was a blacksmith that made the most excellent weapons of the finest caliber in Inazuma. There, the Kaedehara boy became Kunikuzi’s best-- and only-- friend.

But then, the Kaedehara boy cast him aside after learning about who he really was, just as he would’ve any scrap piece of metal.

“Our fingers dancing where they meet,”

A small boy approached him, his hair, although he appeared very young, was gray. The boy held his hand out to Kunikuzi, and he returned it, touching his cold fingers against the boy’s young ones.

“You seem so lonely…”

Kunikuzi laughed. The boy brought out the best in him, and so, in return, he sewed a small doll, one that looked much like him, and gave the doll to the little boy, who called him “Kuni.”

That doll reminded Kunikuzi of himself. Only, this little doll would be loved and cared for by this little boy.

“Are you lonely?”

Kunikuzi walked briskly back to his home with the boy-- or hut, whichever you’d like to call it-- with an armful of lavender melons, which would be today’s dinner. Kuni wondered what he’d do when he went home… maybe he’d tell a story to the boy, or--

Kunikuzi’s train of thought shattered when he opened his door. The boy lay on the ground in a pile of sakura blossoms, and in his cold, unclenched hand, held his doll, which shed a tear.

“I’ll be the only dream you seek…”

Kunikuzi stoned his heart, a single tear falling down his face. He lit the abode that he lived in and loved so much, and walked away, the stench of burning wood and flesh filling the air, filling him with tears.

“So if you’re lonely, no need to show me…”

Kunikuzi, who now was Scaramouche after he cast away his past life and name, joined the Fatui. There wasn’t a spare smile for him to share now, not a tear that could be shed for anyone.

But at least he was ready to receive a gnosis now, brimming with divine power…

“If you’re lonely then come be lonely with me.”

You were his new secretary. One that he did not ask for AT ALL, but the Tarista had assigned you to him… so he couldn’t say anything. He couldn’t deny that once in a while, he felt like an invisible force tugged at the sides of his mouth, just a little bit. Barely noticeable, and just a single crack compared to the vast, desolate landscape of his heart.

“Lonely… (are you lonely?)”

He’d finally did it.

He’d finally absorbed the electro archon’s gnosis. But he still felt a certain longing for something that he couldn’t quite place his hand on. A certain�� emptiness. One that he thought would be filled by the gnosis, but was still left empty.

The crack in his heart widened, and a stray ray of sunshine peaked into his heart for the first time in a long time.

“Passion is crashing as we speak…”

You found him one night in Sumeru completely by accident. You had found a nice stargazing area and were staring at the stars when you were on a mission to Sumeru to accompany Il Dottore, because you’d been reassigned to be under his command after Scaramouche left the fatui.

A rustle sounded nearby, putting you on alert. You drew your weapon, but when a familiar figure stepped out of the forest, you immediately put it away.

“Scaramouche?”

“You seem so lonely… (are you lonely?)”

Scaramouche looked at you in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re the ground my feet won’t reach…”

“I’m here… accompanying Il Dottore… sir,” you stammered, at a loss of words. The stars in the night sky twinkled as the two of you stared at each other.

“You don’t need to use honorifics anymore. After all, I’m not your superior or even a part of the fatui anymore,” he said, looking up into the sky that he knew was all a lie. Yet… there was something magical about being here, under the stars, no matter how fake they were.

“So if you’re lonely,”

Looking at you, Scaramouche knew what he felt was missing.

He was missing you.

“Darling, you’re glowing…”

Looking at Scaramouche, there was something about him that felt very different, yet one that you still couldn’t quite place. Scaramouche grabbed your hand, and you felt the aura shift.

“If you’re lonely, come be lonely with me.”

What? You thought, your mind racing. Your heart beat faster and heavier, as well as starting to grow tunnel vision.

“Scaramouche… he likes… me?” You wondered, unintentionally saying it aloud as Scaramouche snickered at your expression.

“You do realize you said that aloud, right?” He said, cracking a smile that you’d never seen before.

“Underneath the pale moonlight, dreaming of a circus life…”

Your shocked face gave it away, blushing hard and looking away from him.

“I… like you too.”

“Carousels and Ferris lights, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine…”

“…[NAME], instead of calling me Scaramouche, please call me… Kunikuzi.”

“‘Cause I’m lonely, I’m so lonely, if you hold me, I’ll be your only…”

The next day, Dottore checked your tent only to find it empty. He laughed, wondering what could’ve possibly dragged you away from the fatui, even knowing how severe the punishment for leaving without permission was. Like Superior, like subordinate, he supposed.

Meanwhile, you were staring at the purple haired boy sitting next to you, a smile bubbling up onto your face as you conversed with Scaramo--... no, Kunikuzi.

He was truly beautiful when he smiled.

“Are you lonely? (Are you lonely?)”

Wandering the lands with you, Scaramouche felt whole and complete. Sure, he was a wanted criminal in probably 5 out of the seven nations, but his time with you felt well spent. He no longer felt that nagging feeling, and no longer felt so lonely.

“Our fingers dancing where they meet,”

Scaramouche firmly held your hand in his as you sat down by a beach you happened to be nearby, watching the sky turn from shades of brilliant, scarlet red like autumn leaves to a dark purple like Kunikuzi’s hair.

“You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?)”

No longer did Scaramouche look at humans with nothing but fury. This time, he felt… compassion, and attachment.

The gods still angered him at the slightest thought, but you assured him that he needs time to come into acceptance with his past.

“I'll be the only dream you seek,”

You smiled as you pulled Scaramouche along.

“Come on, silly. We don’t want to miss Yoimiya’s fireworks tonight!”

Scaramouche picked up the pace as he followed you to a cliff to watch the fireworks, the multicolored sparks illuminating the night sky. Every thought left him as he was enraptured by your smile, and the way your hair was lit up by the fireworks. You were truly stunning, and captivated his whole attention.

“So if you're lonely, no need to show me… if you're lonely, come be lonely with me”

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venigni · 4 months

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*gives u BIG gratitude in exchange for reader x puppet!Carlo and/or Nameless Puppet content*

#lies of p #lop #nameless puppet #carlo #i love how my followers have witnessed me just falling down the rabbit hole #discovery > denial > acceptance #cringe but free

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katwritesthegay · 1 year

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Chapter four of my Donna Beneviento x Reader fic (told entirely from Donna's POV) is out. Link here <3

"You exist within a space that is entirely your own. This thought occurred to me as I pondered what to name my latest creation; a wooden puppet standing at nearly one meter high. I also do not know your name, but as much as I love the process of naming, it would be entirely inappropriate to create one for you. It would imply possession, like a pet or an object. You are neither. Not precisely a prisoner or what one would typically call a house guest either. What you are is nameless." - Invasive Species, Chapter 4

This will be the last time I post update notices in the Donna Beneviento tag, so if you want to know when the next chapter has been posted, be sure to subscribe on AO3 and follow me here. <3

#donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento #re village #resident evil village #donna beneviento fanfic

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jojikawa · 2 years

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✢Escapism✢

♡ | Jotaro Kujo x Fem!Goddess!Reader | ♡

Masterlist

✦Part 1 - Escapism✦ (pre-4taro) THE PREQUEL/PILOT

✧『Fandom』: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

✧『Character』: Jotaro Kujo (Part 4)

✧『Word Count』: 2,818 words 14,776 characters

✧『Summary』: After Egypt, Jotaro's life seems mostly mundane minus the fact that he was plagued with nightmares ever since the first night back home. He misses everyone...ever you. He longed to see you again so much. He knew that you would never come back. You couldn't! Except he was so wrong.

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Jotaro still couldn’t get over the events of Egypt. It weighed on his mental health every day. He had to experience so many deaths after building a connection with each person that died. Avdol died, Iggy died, and Kakyoin died. That one had to be the most traumatic since he was so close to Kakyoin.

He even had to witness Joseph dying. It was a miracle that his grandfather was able to be helped but the others weren’t able to get the same treatment.

But what about you? Well, you weren’t dead but…you weren’t exactly here either. You were…a goddess now. Not figuratively but…literally.

Of course, you weren’t always this way. Before Egypt, you were his girlfriend. An exchange student from a different country. You two had been dating for two years before the events and on that trip you were…different.

The entire time you were plagued with nightmares. When you two would lay together at night, you would say things in your sleep like:

“He’s watching me.”

“It’s almost time.”

“Darkness.”

“Help me.”

Back then, he felt that maybe it was Dio doing this to you. What better way to get to Jotaro than through his lover? But you didn’t mean Dio at all.

In the end, you had all found out what was the cause of your nightmares: Your own stand.

It was never controlled by you. There was some higher power that was just using you as a puppet. Jotaro didn’t know all the details. They faded from his mind over time.

There was a nameless cosmic god that gave a piece of itself in place of your stand and when it had broken your mind, it consumed you and you were never the same. You had ascended.

Upon gaining your new power, you entered a withdrawal and entered some kind of realm that no one else could.

Sure, you were still you but how could anyone be the same after that? Were you even human anymore? Would you two even be able to grow old and die together like you had promised him?

“I don’t care what happens to us after we die. The only thing I want is to be with you, Jotaro!”

No, of course not.

Jotaro had finished his school studies alone and had been pursuing a degree in Marine Biology. When you two were in high school, you were the one who pushed him towards the idea of further education. He wanted there to at least be one thing you could be proud of him for when you revealed yourself again.

When taking care of his business, he would wonder what you thought of certain things and what you would be doing now. How much you’ve grown in the past 5 years.

He was 22 now. That meant you had to be 21 now. Can you even age anymore? Well, the only thing he knew was that he wanted to see you again.

“Hm, Jojo, I think you’d look good in white.”

So he did it. He began wearing white. He didn’t like it at first but it grew on him. You’d like it, right? He just wanted you to still like him.

Now he was just spending his days attending University and figuring out what to do next. Joseph had the Speedwagon Foundation give him a private dorm of his own. The last thing he wanted was someone else in his room.

He already had a lot of shit to deal with on his own. He debated giving therapy a try but who knows what kind of meds he would be put on after he opened up about his problems? Yeah, that’s not something he wanted to deal with either. All he could do was silently hope for a better tomorrow…

You had been gone for so long. You felt like the worse for abandoning Jotaro. He was the love of your life and he had to fight his mental battles alone. You were both alone. You couldn’t exactly leave either. Nothing was physically stopping you but as an aspect of the universe, things would only fall to chaos if you resumed your status as a human.

Oh, how cruel life was…

Perhaps, you could bend the rules. Just a little. There were other aspects. You didn’t have to be bound to the endless void of space. You wanted to be with the one you loved.

You knew he would be angry at you, but you didn’t care. Nothing could make up for lost time but you had to try. You knew he was alive and you could feel him hurting.

Abandoning your post, you went back to earth. The world was just how you left it. Plain and simple. You saw all the small people, so oblivious to everything else that was going on. You wished you could go back to that. Seeing everything in the universe was terrifying.

You were no longer human but you still had the mind of a human woman.

It didn’t take long for you to find Jotaro’s residence. It seemed like he was at some kind of school you didn’t recognize.

‘He went back to school?’ You thought.

The building you found his belongings in was a one-bedroom house that was on campus. You knew this because you found “SWF” printed on some of the items that were scattered around. You also found the love letters you had written to him when you were both 15:

“Hey. I know everyone thinks you’re really big and scary but I think you’re a bit misunderstood. I’m not scared. We should talk sometime.”

-(y/n)

“How does your hat stay on your with no back part? I think that’s super cool!”

-(y/n)

“Ya know, the more I look at you, the more I realize I like tall guys! Haha! 🖤”

-(y/n)

The paper was worn and old but the portion that contained the writing was intact and legible. You ceased floating, now carefully walking around. You didn’t want to startle him after all.

You realized that it was the middle of the day so you assumed he was completing his studies in class. You wished you could go back to school but you knew everything that could ever be known about the world.

You figured it would be better to wait patiently and maybe surprise him. It would be a wholesome reunion. You had to admit, it made you nervous seeing him again even though you had been watching him from time to time to make sure he was safe.

In the meantime, you took it upon yourself to tidy some things up. His living conditions…weren’t the best. There were dishes in the sink, it was warm and stuffy from all the windows being closed and lose articles of clothing were scattered here and there.

It almost made you laugh how his cleaning habits didn’t change.

You had finished your “chores” rather quickly. You knew he would appreciate something like this. You decided that you would continue to explore the house because you were curious about how Jotaro was managing as an adult.

He wasn’t one to express himself but you found a poster here and there of bands he would listen to. They were old and torn and you estimated that he hung these when he first moved here. Maybe…4 years ago?

Upstairs, there was a desk that had papers on it. It was some mail he has received and it hadn’t been opened. They were signed by Holly and it had a paper clip attaching some recent photos of Jotaro.

You removed the photos from the note. On the back it said:

“Jotaro sweetie! This is mom. Your license came out great! <3”

Holly was always so cute. You missed being over for her cooking after school. You wondered if she thought poorly of you now. To her, it probably just seemed like you broke up with Jotaro.

“Hey.”

You jumped at the sudden break in silence. You wanted to turn around but when you recognized the voice, you were too frightened to actually do it.

“U-Um-“ You opened your mouth to speak but the voice only got angry. “I said HEY. How did you get in here?!” The man stomped over to you, violently placing a hand on your shoulder and turning you around.

“Jotaro! It’s me!” You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut.

The man's expression softened. He wanted to be happy but his emotions were covered in a wave of sadness.

“You’re here…” he sighed, his body eased as well. “Why are you here?”

You stepped away, too nervous to speak but you forced yourself to. “I thought that it was time. It didn’t feel that long for me but…I’m sorry I neglected you.”

Jotaro didn’t say a word. He just backed up and sat in his desk chair. You continued.

“I couldn’t stand being without you anymore. I know I’m supposed to take up the role of the entity that made me this way, I couldn’t live with myself by letting you be so hurt alone.”

You could tell he wanted to be upset but Jotaro was very understanding. You never cut corners or lied to him.

You saw that Jotaro had been wearing some casual clothes and his hair was a bit less well kept. You used your power to change your attire to look more casual since you had been wearing clothes cut from the fabric of the universe.

“Are you staying?”

“Yes, I’m here to stay.” You answered. You couldn’t help but blush at him. He grew so handsomely. It hasn’t been that long but you haven’t been this close to him in a while.

Jotaro had questions but he was unsure if he should ask them. Would it scare you off again? He knew you could be a little more on the sensitive side and at this point, he was self-aware of his ability to intimidate someone. He decided that he would save this for later.

“Well, ya know, I’m not supposed to have someone else living in here. Especially, if you don’t attend any classes.” He began to explain. “I’m here on a scholarship so they wouldn’t mind kicking someone like me out.”

“‘Someone like you?’ Why would they kick you out?” You asked, making your way over to his desk. There was a clean spot just big enough for you to sit on. Jotaro turned around in his office chair to face you.

“It’s nothing. Just can’t afford to be caught out like this. It’s against the rules.”

This made you frown. “Oh, I’m sorry. Should I leave then?”

“No.” He answered rather quickly. “I…don’t mind having you here. I just think you should know what’s going on.” He sighed, trying his best to contain his feelings.

You smiled again. “I see. No worries. Should I just hide or something?”

“Well, I’ve never had anyone in here before. Not too interested in making friends or anything. But if admins or Speedwagon employees come in, then yeah. I need you to hide.” He was visibly shaking but his voice was normal. You could tell this wasn’t good for him at all.

“Jotaro.” You rested a hand on his shoulder before moving it up to cup his cheek. “You used to be so full of life. I’m sorry about the past and I hate myself for not being able to stay by your side.”

As you spoke, he leaned into your touch before hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist. It felt so nice to be held by him again.

“I wish there was something I could do for you but all I know how to do is destroy.” Tears began to fall out of your eyes. You thought of all the times he cried. He would always deny it but you knew he did.

You knew he regret so much but as a simple human, he couldn’t do much. Even with a stand.

You? You felt like you shouldn’t exist. The random events in the world made you into this. You wished there was another way.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m alright. You’re here now.” He would always try his best to make you feel better but this was too severe. Jotaro had been struggling with his mental illness and you couldn’t just make it disappear.

“Jotaro….you’re not alright.” You squeezed your eyes shut, letting more tears spill out.

Even when crying, your godly beauty was undeniable!

Jotaro never knew how to comfort you. He wasn’t one to be emotional and before Egypt, there were never any issues that were too bad that he couldn’t fix.

But this…was different.

After a few moments, you quickly wiped your face. You didn’t want to spoil the moment with such sad energy.

“I never came back because I felt like I had been trapped. I felt so obligated to take His place. I still don’t know what will happen if I’m not present, but it’s okay. I couldn’t stand being without you any longer.”

You stayed with him. You helped him understand his work and you enjoyed as much time as you could with him. You wanted to know what you could do to make up for lost time but the only answer would be to love him in the present and so on.

A day or two passed and those days turned into weeks. Life has somewhat gotten back to normal. He wanted to ask you about a child but he actually couldn’t tell if it were appropriate.

Despite his hectic life, he still had the aspirations of a young man. So one day, he decided to give it a try, though, it was rather awkward.

“(Y/N).” He called from his desk. He had his head in his schoolwork all day while you laid in his bed, watching television.

“Yes, Joot?” You smiled in his direction but you didn’t pull your eyes away from the TV.

“You’d still want to have a kid, right?”

You then looked over at him. He had his typical low emotional demeanor but he had given off a different aura. You didn’t recall a time when you promised to have kids with him.

“We were having kids?” You asked him, tilting your head before giving him your full attention. It was a little obvious what she was trying to do but you went along with it since he was so adorable.

“Mmm. Maybe I do. Why do you ask?” You smiled kindly at him. He stayed silent. You figured that he was probably having a moment. “Are you asking to try?”

“Can you even get pregnant in that state?”

That meant yes.

“What do you mean ‘that state’? Of course, I can be.”

You suppose he meant whatever you were now. You saw that it was hard for him to talk about. Maybe now was the time to surprise him.

You got up from his bed, skipping over to him and wrapping your around his neck for a hug from behind him.

“Sure, Joot. We can have a kid sometime!”

You felt him jump a little at the sudden content but you just giggled. He was so soft…

Jotaro felt warm. You made him feel so warm. Despite everything, you’re still you and you made him realize that he loves you so much. When he began dating you as a teenage delinquent, he didn’t expect the relationship to last long.

He assumed that his loner-style personality and bluntness would drive you away; or maybe you’d turn out to be as annoying as the girls that would follow him to school everyday….he was so wrong.

You made those dreadful days in Egypt so much more bearable and fun…even though you were suffering the entire time. Alone.

You planted kisses on his cheek, causing him to turn red. He wanted to kiss you so badly!

He spun in his chair so that he was facing you now with his hands on your waist. You giggled before resuming your actions, with every kiss, you felt his grip on your waist tighten.

His touch sent such pleasant butterflies in your tummy.

You cupped his face to give him a passionate kiss, causing him to pull you closer to him. The kiss only lasted a second before you pulled away.

“Maybe you should take a break from your homework and we can go to bed~!” You suggested as you tried to wiggle out of his grip.

Jotaro hummed and let you go. You let him to the bed and you could feel his aura radiating from behind you. He was so needy.

The two of you had fun all night. You thought you would be able to handle him but he was so much bigger than you thought. You went as many rounds as you could take and Jotaro went until he was tired.

You were definitely pregnant.

Hi! It’s me, Maron. This is just a test to see how you guys like my idea. If this does well then I’ll flesh out the series and make episodic stories of Jotaro and this version of the reader more often!

#Youtube #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo imagines #jojo x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure #jotaro x reader #Jotaro Kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #escapism #jotaro headcanons #reader insert #jojo #jjba

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favoniuscodex · 2 years

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anniversary event options [ poll included ]

hi! typically, i do request-based anniversary events, but i always feel bad since i never finish them. so, this time, i'm allowing everyone to pick from one of FOUR events i have planned out in my drafts. i don't have the time to do every single one, especially since they're all pretty ambitious, so for my anniversary of my blog, i thought i'd celebrate by letting you all pick which one i do.

a brief overview of each option (detailed can be found under the cut):

modern mythos -> you find yourself becoming a modern-day oracle for the gods of ancient teyvat that everyone believes to be long dead. the issue? they're warning you of the world ending. your job? round up all of the gods and mend their thousands-year-old wounds with each other. not too hard, right? (notes: reverse harem!au, mythology!au, modern!au)

denouement -> as third-in-line for the liyuean throne, you've spent your life training to become the millileth's royal general, seeking freedom from the uppity, confining palace positions typically reserved for someone of your bloodline. and yet, your plans are disrupted when your sister, now the empress, announces that you are to be married to a snezhnayan prince, who has little to no interest in you either. now, in the frozen, treacherous land of the tsaritsa, it's up to you to decide who is friend and who is foe, a choice that may ultimately cost you your life. (notes: arranged marriage au, childe-centric, political thriller, royalty!au)

syzygy -> inazuma doesn't have the most welcoming political climate, but you've managed to navigate it well enough to become the first inazuman royal puppeteer, serving at the shogun's side. an injury forces you to retire early and you reside in a small manor on the coast of inazuma. alas, your job isn't yet done, especially when the shogun unceremoniously drops her newest creation into your hands, ordering you to fix him to be a proper fit. yet, the shogun's puppet only seems to be lacking the one thing that raiden seems to think he has too much of: humanity. welcoming him in with a gentleness he's never experienced before, you show the nameless puppet of the shogun what it means to be human and all of the anguish that comes along with it. (notes: scaramouche-centric, engineer!reader, potential angst)

combative -> teyvat's recent rise in crime is subdued only by a few select forces: the recent emergence of superheroes within each nation. this story is actually a series of interconnected stories, where each potential love interest is a hero (or hero-adjacent) of their own and the reader is simply along for the ride, ready to support them no matter what. (notes: superhero!au, series of separate fics, some angst, some fluff)

POLL: vote here as to which fic you like the most!

pairings for each fic:

modern mythos -> reverse harem!au featuring diluc, zhongli, kaeya, thoma, childe, itto, albedo, and (potentially) raiden/ei and yae miko

denouement -> childe x reader

syzygy -> scaramouche x reader

combative -> separate fics (likely) including childe, diluc, thoma, diluc, zhongli, xiao, itto, beidou, ningguang

#i like aus can't you tell #'wow no diluc-centric fic?' u ask as if i wont make him the obvious fave in the reverse harem one #axia screams into the void #axia.poll

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sweetwolfcupcake · 3 years

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Allurement: The Five Stages of Grief (Bargaining)

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

The rain kissing the translucent window did not bother him much, if anything, the regular pitter-patter helped soothing Namjoon's anger a bit. Namjoon's fingers began to pale as his grip tightened on the teacup. Coincidentally, Mr Kim had invited him for a 'casual afternoon tea' soon after the suspicions of an arranged marriage was revealed by Yoongi. The older male could be as good of a pair of ears and veiled eyes as he was a consultant.

"You know you are of age, Namjoon, the most eligible bachelor of the country, like I used to be," he chuckled out

"You are once more." Namjoon almost bit back, it had taken years of practising of poise to not snap back at the man.

"Namjoon..." Mr Kim sighed out, rotating his teacup, gaze fixed on the shallow disturbances over the surface of the beverage due to his gentle movements "I know you are mourning. It is hard on me too,"

Oh is it?

Namjoon snapped mentally, but on the surface, he did not allow even a single muscle to move.

"But we must think of the betterment of the company, and to strengthen your position as the CEO, we must gain strong, reliable allies. Investors who would support us." Namjoon simply narrowed his eyes at his words as Mr Kim finally looked up from his teacup.

"Mr Choi, is the most important of investors of the company, as you know. And, he has a very eligible, daughter, Choi Ara. I suppose you have met her in gatherings and parties?" this time, Namjoon could not help the clenching of his jaws, despite the scrutinising stare of his father as the said man sipped on his tea.

"Father," he began, leaning in slightly "There has to be another way."

"No, nothing is more reliable than marriage, you know that well-enough I suppose, besides, I do not think you have any reason to not marry a lady like Choi Ara, she handles her father's business efficiently, she will be an asset to our company as well."

"And she will be loyal to her father's company only. Besides, I do have a reason. I wish to marry someone else."

"Someone else? A daughter of another investor, business partner?"

"No, she comes from a humble background and-"

"Namjoon...I took you for a wise man, not swayed by petty gold-diggers."

"She is no gold digger." Namjoon's voice turned strained at the accusation thrown at his beloved.

"Ah, they're all the same, why would she spread her legs to you-"

"She hasn't." Namjoon shut his eyes and took a breath to calm himself "She is far more honourable than any of your chosen ladies could ever be." Namjoon's voice was calmer this time but Mr Kim's eyebrow did rise.

"And she already has you wrapped around her little fingers." Mr Kim's jaws clenched, but his voice remained neutral "You know in order to keep your place as the CEO, you must marry Ara. If you don't, I will be compelled to plant one of my bastard sons at your place."

"Those, spineless little mice?" Namjoon's hold tightened alarmingly over the porcelain teacup, but Mr Kim only smirked.

"They're good puppets, you see? Anyway, I will arrange a private meeting for you and Ara." with a final sip on his tea, Mr Kim rose, while Namjoon remained seated, jaws tensed, shoulders stiff and eyes pinned on his father as he looked up "You know you are my favourite of all, don't you? Do not dismantle what you've built over the years, what we have built for some nameless whore. Besides, you can have as many mistresses as you wish once your position is secured. Just keep them limited to your bedroom." Mr Kim patted on his son's shoulder. A gesture seemingly affectionate- only Namjoon understood the threat behind it.

But all he could do was to sit there, seething in anger and helplessness as his father walked out of the room. While Namjoon's stare remained unmoving, now fixed on the wall as he crushed the once beautiful teacup under his fingers, not bothered by the small, bleeding cuts his actions had earned him.

He wanted (Y/N), but he must keep his power to keep her by his side. After all, 'family business' had been no more than a game of nasty power-play and manipulation. And he would win it all.

He was Kim Namjoon after all.

A grieving son, a passionate lover and a man who intended to win every game. That was a dangerous combination.

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damn-stark · 3 years

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Time changes

Poe Dameron x stormtrooper!reader

Requested by anon “Can I request a Poe x stormtrooper! Reader? Like, Finn convinces reader to leave the First Order shortly after he did, and Poe is smitten with her when Finn introduces them to each other? -&”

A/N- again if you guys have other Poe requests, send em!!

Warning- small angst, fluff and characters pining against one another.

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Time is meant to be endless. But as a stormtrooper there is no promise to live another day, hour or minute.

You’re just meant to live without time (unless when it benefits them), you’re just supposed to fight mindlessly, just live like puppets. Only used and aware when they use you.

Nobody wants to live that life. You don’t want to live that life, but you’re...meant to.

Just meant to work and work, fight and—

In a matter of seconds, at the sight of someone familiar you’d thought you would never see again, you lose your train of thought and stop before him completely baffled.

“FN-2189?”

You blink and part your lips to say his number, but at the sight of two strangers next to him you blink again. Only being able to mutter in disbelief after hearing the familiar sound of a droids chirping coming from under a...trash bin? “FN-2187?!”

A smile slowly attempts to tug on your lips, but part of you is still in disbelief that you were seeing your friend.

“It’s uh Finn now actually.” He announces making you express a lighthearted scoff.

“What are you doing back? You’re supposed to be long gone, not back two days later.” You remark in a louder worried tone. “If they see you they’ll kill you.”

“They won’t see me, we—”

“We d-dont have time for this.” The older man that was with FN—with Finn interrupts.

Finn looks over his shoulder to the man and sighs. “Yeah you’re right.” Finn looks back at you and takes a step towards you. “Come with me.”

“Finn.” The girl behind him calls.

“T-talking and w-w-walking.” The man suggests.

Finn nods and grabs your shoulder to turn you around and take you with him as he continues with whatever it was he and his...friends were here for.

“What are you doing here, Finn?” You probe further, “who are they?”

“The girl is my friend Rose and the guy...well he’s Dj. A man who’s going to help us break into the room where the tracker is to stop them from tracking the resistance.”

“Oh,” you mouth, glancing down at the hidden droid. “The droid is yours?”

“A friends. The resistance fighter who I broke out.”

You hum and continue walking with him even if you are still worried about his intentions. “You better not get caught. You got out, I know you wouldn’t want to be back here.”

“I will.” Finn assures you, “but you’re coming with me. I wanted to bring you with me before, but I couldn’t, but now I can. Come with me. You can fight for the right side, have your own name and be free.”

“I—” you pause and sigh. There's nothing you would want more, but to leave, be something more than a puppet for the first order. But you have to wonder, what if they capture you and imprison you again? Get forced to be the same as you are now. Just another nameless soldier.

“What if they take me again?” You finally manage to say, blinking up to look at him.

“I won’t let that happen.” Finn assures you, “nobody will. I promise.” He offers you a small warm smile that you can’t help but mirror and feel assured. “So what do you say? Do you want to get out of here?”

Your smile pulls into a smirk and you nod. “I do.”

Finally. This was going to be your time to finally be free.

——

Okay perhaps leaving and moments after escaping the First Order didn’t go as smoothly as you’d initially thought (too much wishful thinking on your part) but you got out. You were free. No more strings.

Yet you had to wonder.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” You ask Finn once you both finally manage to find a peaceful time after the chaos.

“I’m sure,” he assures you with a kind smile, “they took me in didn’t they?”

You suck air through your teeth and feign a cringed look. “Did they though?”

Finn shoots you a pointed glare and fakes his laugh. Just as he’s about to retort a voice interrupts his thoughts. “Hey.”

Both Finn and you turn to notice a man you had seen many times before. Finn’s friend you assume, but can’t be certain of since there was no downtime for introductions when you first arrived. There wasn’t even time to take everyone in, everything was a rush after you left.

But now that you did have the time, you took a good look at the resistance fighter, noticing he was in fact very handsome and even if from the outside he looked intimidating, his eyes told a different story. They were dark and warm. There was something instantaneously captivating about him.

You can’t help but smile as you greet him. “Hello.”

His eyes drift to you and he blinks repeatedly, letting his lips tug into a half smile and uttering the same words he had said before. Only this time his voice sounded softer. “Hi.”

An amused grin grows on your lips and you surpass the need to laugh at his reaction. Something Finn notices too.

“Poe this is one of my oldest and best friends from the order,” Finn pauses for a brief moment to look at you, smiling to himself as an idea comes to his mind. “Y/N.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you tilt your head to meet his gaze. “Really?”

Finn shrugs, “take it or leave it, I’m not choosing anything else.”

You groan, “fine, I’ll take it.”

Finn rolls his eyes and turns back to his friend. “Anyways as I was saying, y/n meet Poe. The resistance fighter that helped me escape. Without him I don’t know where I’d be.”

Poe scoffs and shakes his head. “You got to give yourself some credit. If it wasn’t for your bravery in helping me break out I wouldn’t be alive.”

Finn scoffs too and just shrugs nonchalantly, noticing Poe’s gaze fall on you again and deciding to make an excuse to apparently do something else for a quick moment. Leaving Poe and you alone.

“So,” Poe breaks the silence, “what did you do when you were part of the first order? Were you a pilot? Or a foot soldier just like Finn?”

You shake your head and find yourself unable to break your gaze away from his. “No, I was a mechanic.”

“Ah, you’re in luck then, I need some help, this ship is falling apart by the second. Could you help me?”

You offer a short nod and begin to follow him to where he needs you, ending up below the floor of the ship and instantly seeing a solution for his problem.

“Lucky I got you here, another second and maybe the ship would’ve stopped in the vacuum space.” Poe tells you smugly.

You scoff and shake your head as you hook a last wire in another input. “Don’t say that or I’ll believe your lies.”

Poe chuckles. “Hey, I only compliment people when I see true amazing skill.”

You climb back up to the floor and show him a smirk, “you’re feeding my ego, it’s a dangerous thing.”

Poe shrugs with a faint smirk on his lips, choosing to change the subject shortly thereafter. “You know how to fly?”

You shake your head and sit across from him, letting your legs dangle over the open gap. “I could pull apart any ship and rebuild it without a need for a blueprint, and maybe even with my eyes closed, but I cannot for the life of me fly a ship. I’ve never had the chance.”

Poe quirks a brow at your surprising answer. “Really? I thought you would? I thought you would know how to do everything considering you’re a stormtrooper.”

You chuckle and shake your head. “That’s the stereotype, but no. I can sorta shoot a blaster, might as well have been born with the damn thing,” you explain, “and shooting is the first thing they teach you, but after that you aren’t taught much else. You get dropped into a station and you’re stuck there.” You shrug, “I’d love to learn though, I’ve always liked the concept of flying in space, feeling the adrenaline that comes with flying.”

Poe grins at looks at you with a soft gaze. Having to blink and express a sigh before he replied to you. “Flying is great and fun if you know how it enjoy it and do it properly.”

You smirk and slightly tilt your head. “Well if you know a great pilot that could teach me, please let me know. I’d love to learn.”

Poe smirks and leans his body closer to you. “I might know one or two.”

As if it had been out of instinct you lean in too, having your gaze briefly fall to his lips before you force yourself to look back at his dark eyes and respond. “Is that so?”

He nods and hums, “Mhmm, for starters,” he remarks smugly, letting his eyes fall to your lips for a brief moment. “I can teach you. I’m a great pilot. It wouldn’t cost you anything either.”

You bite the inside of your cheek and bat your eyelashes. “Really? That’s hard to believe. I mean being a great pilot and all, aren’t you busy?”

Poe shrugs and his smug smile spreads wider, “well I’m making an exception. For a pretty face and a new friend.”

You quirk a brow and again look down at his lips as you lean in again. Smirking as you see Poe cockily lick his lips when he leans in too. Leaving only a couple inches left between the both of you.

“well in that case sign me up. Just let me know when.”

“I could now.” He offers.

You stroke your chin and hum as you pretend to be in deep thought. Answering only after you pull away and stand to your feet. “I can’t right now, I’m busy. The ship needs some fixing. But how about in a more private setting? I tend to learn quicker when it’s just a one on one lesson. Crowds,” you roll out slowly, “distract me.”

Poe scoffs at your actions and chooses to stand up as well, taking a step towards you and choosing to quickly add more in the same soft and low voice. “You name the time and day and it’s a date.”

“Well that depends on you,” you shrug, “when are you free?”

“I’m free tomorrow night, how does that sound?”

You walk forward and stop to look over your shoulder to shoot him a sweet smile. “Sounds like a date.”

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miserablesoldier · 5 years

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i’m gonna get you (one way or another) - ONE

Summary: The world has it's best defenders, the Avengers, providing a beacon of defence, hope and light but with light comes darkness, those with the power stripped you of everything that made you human and gave you only one mission: kill the Avengers.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Violence, character deaths

A/N: Set before Infinity War and Endgame, and Civil War didn’t happen because I said so lol also Bucky, Sam and Peter are Avengers and please review

Read on AO3

The world has changed since way before 2008 when Tony Stark announced himself so candidly as the Iron Man, way before a crater appeared in New Mexico with an un-lifting hammer in the middle, and way before Steve Rogers became Captain America and plummeted himself in a HYDRA vessel straight into the frozen Arctic.

There dark things in this world now but there remains light as well to always fight the good fight, protect the innocent and bring peace to their home, to those who live in it.

That light is called the Avengers, they provide a beacon of hope, a shield of protection around those who fear the dark and what lives in it. They know this and they plan to suffocate, eradicate, slaughter and crush every single one of those Avengers until they are nothing but a speck of dust floating in a downwards spiral the air.

Good things don’t last forever.

They clawed, spidering and infecting the shadows searching for the perfect vessel. A vessel that won’t shatter and dissolve under their influence, a vessel of the perfect, powerful, strong warrior puppet.

They have found such a person.

You.

The found you stumbling out of a bar somewhere up North in England, you weren’t too sure these days, and swaying from side to side, putting one foot in front of the other down an aged cobblestone street, you had a pleasant time knocking back a few Strongbow’s, played a few games of billiards, listening to the tribute band of the week.

You weren’t drunk by any means, you didn’t have that luxury, not anymore at least. You were different, enhanced due to a horrific accident as all of those ‘heroes’ tragically tend start off these days - what that night gave you is what made you so special, utter perfection in their eyes.

Which is why they violently ripped you out of that street, consumed you in the shadows, violated and infected every crevasse of your body, soul and mind until the very person that you were was nothing but an empty husk, a shell to be used, carved and shaped into their very purpose.

You were just a puppet now, a mindless slave with no freewill, no choice, no emotions.

You only had one task now.

Kill the Avengers.

Stark.

Rogers.

Barton.

Romanoff.

Odinson.

Banner.

Maximoff.

Vision.

Rhodes.

Wilson.

Parker.

Barnes.

Every single one by tedious one.

…

When you woke up, you were no longer in a nameless town in England, you woke up naked in an abandoned, under construction office building and when you pushed yourself off the dusty plaster boards you peered out the shattered window.

The Empire State Building, you were in New York and unsure how and why. When you asked that to yourself, you were hit with sharp burning shards in your head. You clutched your head, groaning out your pain but it didn’t stop there. Red scalding burns circled your forearms in spirals, you hissed in pain and brought your arms down and stared at the hideous burns fading into black markings resembled pythons coiling with their heads going into your palms.

They were a reminder as they seem to move and come alive, hissing their wishes at you.

You have a purpose.

You may begin.

You have everything you will need with you.

2:25pm. Downtown.

Do not fail us.

The snakes faded back to black markings on your skin, you turned from the window and everything you needed was placed in front of where you woke. A navy backpack filled with sustainable food and water, and weapons. Monotoned clothes lay neatly beside the bag, underwear, socks, black jeans, long sleeved grey shirts that embellished a symbol you recognise, a black and blue bikers’ jacket and military combat boots, holsters for your legs and torso. You put these all on, everything seemed to fit perfectly for you.

You returned to the window and looked over, at the ground and saw a motorcycle just lying there. You understood what the jacket was for now. You lifted yourself through the window, not caring for the shards glass penetrating the skin of hands, you let yourself fall and landed on your feet not metres away from the bike.

No keys, you noticed. You patted down the jacket you’re wearing and head a jingle in your right pocket, you pulled the object out. A key with a dartboard keyring attached. There was a name engraved on the back.

Yours, you suspected but none of that matters.

Seating yourself on the bike, you slotted the key in and started the engine. The machine purred with a rumble to life. You had to be somewhere more important to be. You drove out of the construction yard and onto the streets of New York.

You drove for hours and you were running out of time, you needed to get to Midtown, you parked and turned off the bike to take a look of your surroundings. Tall, greyed buildings everywhere, there was no colour other than the people. The place felt empty, but it was packed, busy all the same.

You could hear tyres burning rubber on the roads, screeching which seemed too loud for your ears. Your eyes then caught the sight of the out of the control car and it was on a crash course straight into a dark-skinned man with a black eyepatch covering one of his eyes and a woman walking together.

The woman with pinned back dark brown reacted too late, she called out to the man. “Fury, move!”

The man known as ‘Fury’ had no time left, the car was a metre away from him, but the hit never came. He opened his one good eye and saw a woman in front of car, perfectly fine and stopped the kamikaze car with her body, creating a dent in the nose.

She was one of them.

He stared at the woman; he could have sworn that her eyes had no colour. “Thanks, what’s your name, soldier?”

You blinked at him, reading him, watching him like prey. You knew he was why you were here; he was important, and you needed him. “Lieutenant-Colonel (Y/N) (Y/L/N) of the British Army, sir.” You answered him clear and concise, there was a memory that came with that, but it was just a whisper, closed off and not to be touched.

The brunette woman stepped towards her and beside Fury. “You’re a long way from home, soldier,”

“Yes, I am, Ma’am,” You nodded.

“You saved my life, soldier, and you exhibited extraordinary abilities there,” Fury smirked and wondered what more the likes of this soul weary soldier could do.

You pressed out a small smile. “I wouldn’t call it that, sir,”

Fury let out a chuckle, you reminded him of a recently thawed captain back in the very early days of the Avengers Initiative. “Let me buy you a coffee and let’s talk about it, or would you rather prefer tea?”

“Tea, actually.”

You did perfectly. You did what they wanted you to do, you had unknowingly made a link to the Avengers that would soon reveal itself, but you were still quite in the dark about that. They would continue to keep you in the dark until it is necessary for you to know specific things.

You felt a warm hiss against the back of your left ear as you followed the two into a coffee house.

Slowly.

Work and you shall see.

So, you did, you answered all of their questions, the right answers were hissed to you perfectly. You made Nick Fury and Maria Hill think you were a lost, wounded soul from the war with so much more left to give. So, they took you in, tested you and your abilities, saw what you were capable of and so much more, they trained you with agents and simulations for months and months. You did exactly what they asked of you and gave them the results they wanted to see.

A new Avenger.

Time will tell when that title will come to pass and be bestowed upon you by the Great Tony Stark.

They gave you a ‘home’, they called it, it was an apartment that you lived, slept, ate and received your messages in. Home meant absolutely nothing to you now. Nothing did.

You didn’t sleep, you’re not sure that you can so the snakes hiss whisperings to you encouragements of darkness, information that you need, what to do, how to act and what to say as you were a puppet with them pulling your strings.

Which you are just that.

A means to an end, and a gory one at that.

You know you will not survive this.

You didn’t care.

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