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[thebottomfromhell]

Hello, I'm not very good at English. Can you do Uppermoons cautch male Y/N got eaten by other demon please.

I like to write fucked up things, let's GOOOO! Again, sorry for how late this came, I hope you like it.

Uppermoons catch Human Male Reader being eaten by other demon

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Cannibalism, Self-harm, Non-character demon death (both explicit and implied), Escesive violence, Emeto (not as a kink, never as that), Reader's death, and Angst.

Gyutaro:

"Ne... what is going on?" Other demons don't hunt in the Red Light District, the other Uppermoons have no business there, while anyone else should be afraid of angering Upper 6. But he looks at you, on the floor, clothes ripped with your flesh, blood spread all over the grown and you, not even breathing, heart giving it's last beats. There are too many injuries, it doesn't matter what Gyutaro does. You will not be able to heal from this.

The demon just sensed Upper Six presence behind him as light leaves your eyes, and tears forming in the bulging and yellow ones. The other demon takes some steps back before starting to run, not making it pass the hallway as Gyutaro not only stabs him from behind, and throws him back in, breaking the spine. Crying, the Uppermoon scratches himself, ripping and clawing a skin that heals seconds after recieving harm, blood staying as dirt within the nails, as he hisses and roars in anger an pain, looking as the definition of monster.

By the time he is done, while still alive, the other demon was all the limbs separated, an open skull in which the brain leaks from, no eyes, tongue out, intestines around the torso, and everything spread across the walls and ground. There is no way that a demon that weak will heal before dunrise, but Gyutaro doesn't care. He just carries your torso and head with watever limb is left attatched, burrying your face in his chest as he walks away in silence with a sense of deja vù, the only difference is the lack of crisp, and the fact that the body smells like a big man, instead of a little girl.

Gyokko:

Gyokko stares at disbelief at first. What the hell? He only left you alone about an hour... HOW DID YOU EVEN GET INTO THIS MESS?! REALLY?! AND THE FACT THAT A NOBODY DIDN'T REALIZE HE WAS THERE! HOW INSULTING! "WHAT THE HELL, Y/N?! HOW CAN YOU BE THIS USELESS!" "Let's him around" Gyokko said, "he won't cause trouble" he said about you. And look now, you are a dead man. You were just suppose to grab some materials for him, not die! What use are you now?

And of course the nobody starts running the second that it realizes it was caught by a better being, of course (Gyokko will not refer to that demon as anything as an it. What respect does that creature deserve in front of Upper 5?) It doesn't even salute or say anything to Gyokko, not even apologizing for the offense. He would follow after and punish the demon, but it's bot worth his time. Instead, he focuses on your body, barely alive. He can at least make something with you. "Gy-... Gyokko..." you do show better manners, but they won't be of use that long. You will not make it.

But... Gyokko is inspired, and there is nothing more to fear than an inspired Gyokko. The agony and the acceptance of your fate in your eyes is giving him some ideas, so he starta to summon more material to make a piece of art. He will keep your body on pristine condition, you can be assured of that. If you would have liked that... he doesn't really care. "Now let's start with my next work, Y/N."

Hantengu:

What... ? What is going on... ? Why are you being eaten... ? In front of him.... "Tch-KYAAAAHHHHHHHH!" He screams, alerting the other demon that they have been caught, standing up as he just swallowed some of you flesh. At first they want to defend their prey before the realization that they are in front of Upper Four strikes. Even if Hantengu is still screching his tongue out of his throat, the other demon recognizes it as a loss battle, so they began to run away. It takes the Uppermoon some seconds to realize your killer is gone, but it's already too late.

He looks at your body, horrorified, scared, even if he himself has done worse. You can still be recognized as someone with the body with a young man, face still able to tell who you are to people to know you, if wiped the blood from your nose and mouth. Still, it doesn't change the fact that is not a nice view to have your stomach open with organs and different fluids leaking out, only having the bones to fully stop the solids from flowing all the way outside. It's a disgusting but a appetizing display.

As he sobs and trembles, part of Hantengu considers eating your body, with the nice smell and flesh set in front of him. Other part is afraid of those thoughts, and the idea you might turn into a spirit and come back for revenge. That hardly ever stops him from eating... maybe just a taste. You always tasted and felt so good, you would not do anything for a little nibble, would you? He takes a bite off your small instestine, slowly, as if fearing you would wake up. The bitter and sour taste is nice against the hungry tongue but... he can't eat anymore. He even throws up besides you at the fact you are dead. And you are not coming back.

Sekido:

He stares at first, disbelief and anger flourishing inside his chest as hia miscles tense up and hia face lifts in a harder frown. "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF TRASH?!" You get to hear that, still not dead, but the bloodloss not helping at all at staying alive. It's hard to say if Sekido is talking to you or this other demon, who gets startled after hearing what was basically a roar from the Upper 4. This other demons tries to run, but he is trapped in Sekido's thunder.

"YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" He says, but besides that he doesn't move, even when he looks at you. You can barely see him, vision being a blur, you are tired, can feel your ripped arm the same way there is this sting and cold in that missing part, a phantom pain, besides that, your back was clawed, and while it wasn't as damaging as the other blow... you are bleeding out, and fast. You don't think Sekido would be of help, unless you let him turn you into a demon. "N..... o...." you barely mouth as everything becomes black, and hope he understands.

While Sekido accepts your desition.... he doesn't. Why would you prefer to die than becoming like him, is there something you didn't tell him? Do you actually dislike his demon nature that much? "Fucking die!" His anger rises as he makes a bigger blow, one that basically knocks up the other demon before thrusting his staff into his face, taking his anger out on them. He repeats the process several times, making sure to leave enough holes so the limbs fall apart, that way they won't heal until sunrise. "SO FUCKING INFURIATING!" Had the other demon scaped, this might have been you.

Karaku:

Ah? Did he just saw.... ? Oh shit. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Whag the hell? He is mine!" Nope, nope, he didn't just see a demon eating you. Nope he- ok, he did. He doesn't want to accept it, but Karaku knows better than to delude himself. He sees your body, arm torn apart, and you are bleeding from your back. The demon was just munching on the limb when the part of Upper 4 appraches, screaming.

At first this demon takes a fighting stance, only to see Karaku's eyes. The Kanji in said eyes is everything to know about him, enough to have this other predator trying to run, but he is grabbed by the clone, who also destroys their arms by twisting and pulling it. There are no screams, just a second of shock that Karaku takes to use his leaf and make the air crush his enemy against the ground. Truthfully? Karaku is annoyed and angry, but... he keeps loyal to his netore the second he looks at your body, unconscious but alive.

He knows you wouldn't want to become a demon, even if he has a hard time accepting it. He is tempted to just transform you using his blood, better than anything else, including your death. It's really tempting... he doesn't know why he isn't moving, doing it, but in the end he just grabs you to have your head rest in his lap. "Hey, handsome... you really are a mess, aren't ya?" He talka to himself, to make these moments more pasable and then return to his normal self, knowing that it will mean leaving your corpse behind. "Guess I am late for the party."

Urogi:

"Y/N?" He asks for your name weakly while looking at the scene, still having not fully procesed what he just saw. It takes a few more seconds of seeing a demon he has never encountered before ripping from your arm in his hands, instead of having it attatched to your body, each bite making streatching sound as the skin and tissue as forcefully separated from others with fangs and claws, making is easier than it would be with humans. The smell and noise, most of the time, would make Urogi's mouth watter with joy and hunger.

Now Urogi is angry, scared, frustrated, and many other negative feelings that stress him out a lot, all of them against his nature of the joy clone. He doesn't even say anything before attacking the other demon, using the talons in his feet to grab them by the arms and then the ones in his hands to pull the head apart in two. There is a scream of surprise, then of pain, as the face is taken off the skull with the sides and hair, then the arms get pulled and torn. Urogi dismembers the demon as if he was breaking apart his own food.

You don't get to see nothing of it, since the bloodloss got to you first. There is blood spread all over the ground but Urogi doesn't care as he rushes to grab you. "Y/N! Y/N! Please answer!" But you can't. If you are alive or just unconcious, he can't tell due the panic under your condition. "Y/N!" He begins to cry and sob, not knowing what do do, unable to let you ho. As for the demon... they won't heal until after sunrise.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu looks at you tired, sad, deppressed, but that is his normal face, there is a mix of dissapointment amd acceptance in his eyes as he approached with his spear in his hand. He didn't expect you to die this way, while he wasn't looking. He never deluded himself into thinking you would live as much as him, or the same way he does, but was it too much to ask to be careful of other demons? He can recognize by the marks in your back which make you bleed out... you were trying to run.

"How sad." He says when he gets behind the other demon, who just realizes there is someone behind him. But that doesn't matter, Aizetsu uses his weapon to blow the upper part of his head up, blinding the other creature that was just licking your blood from his hands as they ate your arm. Then, with that same spear, he stabs their stomach and corners them into a tree by pushing until the en of the spear meets another end, position locking the demon against Aizetsu and the surface. Not that he cares as he makes another spear to cut the limbs so they can't scape. "The sun will be the one to end your pathetic life, I almost pity you. But you have made me sad already."

Then he goes towards you and kneels in front of your body, looking at it with the same expression than before. He could save you, to turn you into a demon, you are not gone yet, he can tell as he touches your pulse. There is something left... but he doesn't try anything. If it's out of respect that it should be your choice to make or an attempt to follow his nature and make himself more miserable, he can't tell. "Goodbye Y/N." But that doesn't change the results.

Nakime:

When she summoned you, she didn't expect you to have compaly, something grabbing you eagerly, not willing to let go off your flesh. Not something, someone. She would raise an eyebrow if she could, but even with the hair over most of her face, she doesn't look impressed at all. All Nakime does is wait for this other demon, clutching to one of your legs, with their arms and mouth, biting and ripping the flesh of your corpse, if the hole in your chest and slice on your neck are meant to tell her something, to realize where they are.

This is what happens for trusting men, she guess, specially human men. You told her you would be fine, that you could handdle yourself, and as an idiot she decided to believe you, or rather, pretend she did and let you go. She sighs as some seconds pass and all she can hear is someone chewing on your flesh. Nakime ends up clearing her throat before sending a whole room to move towards the surface, a wall from her point of view, and crush both you and the other demon. She would rather nor havibg to care by the corpse.

The she opens a door on the same surface, making your corpse and the demon fall to it. She will release both of you to the sun at the middle of the day. Besides that, she will distract herself. She already lost a husband, this? This is nothing to her, she will just have to play a different cord, switch her place, and move on.

Akaza:

7 seconds to react. 5 seconds, his eyes are open with dispair. 3 seconds he let's out a sob as tears form in his eyes. 2 seconds, he moves towards you and reaches, leving the last second to a blow in this other demons's head. They don't even have a chance to react as another punch reaches the stomach, thrusting through the flesh, reaching the organs, which are grabbed by the Upper Moon 3 and taken off. As twist and a pull rip off the limbs one by one, then he keeps taking organs and throwing bones. Even a Kizuki would have troubles healing that level of damage and carnage.

But Akaza doesn't contemplate his masterpiece instead he falls to his knees, white pants getting dirty with the red body parts smashed around, still twitching alive as the cells try to heal them together, and he sobs again, having hold avery tear and cry besides the one he had before the assoult until now. He takes a look at your corpse, and he starts trembling as he tenses his body out of anger, having to crawl wherw you are. Humans can't survive a missing heart, demons can, but you?

He crys holding your corpse, just like he did with her, "Y/N!" He cries for you, the second lover he had until he lost Koyuki. Now he lost you too, and he can't handdle it. He promised to get stronger to protect you, and again, his loved one die when he is not even around, but somehow he is to blame for it. He failed you, and he hates hinself for it, as a sense of deja vù takes over him, and nothing matter anymore. Not even his own life, as he has a corpse of a dead man with a whole on his chest and a heart half eating besides Akaza. "I'm so sorry...."

Douma:

Dpuma tilts his head, he wasn't expecting to find another demon inside his cult eating his followers. Specially a male like yourself, confusing him a lot, why not go for a woman? Is this demon like Akaza-dono? Well... that is annoying. It's one thing that he let's Akaza-dono get away with not eating women, but a nobody like this demon? Why else would they eat you over every rich in nutrient ans scent women in the cult if they were going to eat someone from it anyway? Besides, Douma didn't invite this demon to his home or offfered food, and yet here they are invading his territory and taking his things. Now that will not do!

"Excuse me." He starts politely, there is no reason to lose his head over this, not when you already lost yours, quite literally. There is a preassure in Douma's chest, but nothing he knows that it won't leave eventually. "It's quite rude to get into somebody's else house and take their food without asking." The demon, who at first paralyzed on their tracks, still with pieces of your flesh in their mouth, turns around and see Upper 2. "I hope you don't mind if I take it all back." He says before grabbing the demon and start to absorb the body of a protesting and squirming demon.

"Well, much better. Though, I still have to deal with you, Y/N... Oh, I know! Silly me! I will finish to eat your corpse." He talks to you as if you were still alive, then begins to eat. For a male, your flesh is ver nice, not as tender and soft as a woman's, but still very appetizing. His fangs rip easily your skin and tissue, chewing them into asoft, wet and warm texture before swallowing every pieve of you, even breaking the bones and licking the blood on the surface. "Thanks for the meal, Y/N!" He says as he finished, satisfied with a satiated stomach.

Kokushibou:

We wasn't expecting to find you like this, with pieces of flash ripped off by claws and fangs, demon hacing fled the second Kokushibou was visible. No, not even then, because Kokushibou was visible for a long time before the demon even noticing, too focused on ripping off your flesh from your body, licking ecen fro the grown that left it's soruces from a missing leg and claw markings all over your body. You even have a hole in your stomach as that demon started to eat some of your insides, trusting themselves with time.

Even after that demon runs away from the Upper Moon One, Kokushibou just stares as your corpse, having being paralyzed the secons he saw the state of your body, that slowly became worse at the mouth and hands of a mere spawn of a demon. No sound leaves his mouth, even if there is the guilt of the fact that you were probably alive when he first saw you, and yet he didn't do anything to save you. Was it due some shock? Something that sunconsciously wantes you to die? Or was he just too blind to do something just like with his mother desease? Well, it doesn't really matter, but there is one thing he can do for you, so he gives your body a final look before leaving it behind and never return.

It takes him less than a few seconds to reach where that demon is, their speed not comparing to him as Kokushibou takes his sword, sword that used to be a nichirin like any other. "Ichi no kata: Yamidkuzi, "Yoi no Miya." It might be a bit of an overkill to actually use a breathing form but... he guesses you deserve that, as he beheads the demon that was eating you. It's a smotth movemente and a fast swing, and as soon as the head touches the ground, rolling away from him, the body begins to desintegrate. The work is done, even if it was more a slayer's job than his. It's over, that was his closure, the first one he got, so he is satisfied with it... for now.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #gyutaro #hantengu #gyokko #nakime #akaza #douma #kokushibou #male reader

[anadelaney79]

Fuck

Summary: A request from @little-wicked10 that I tottally loved to write. Sorry about the delay! I've been working so much lately that had very little time to write!

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Reader

Words:

Warnings: 18+ Sex (p in v, vocabulary)

A/N: As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Fuck

You dig your nails into the dark wood of the desk. Your entire torso is flat against the rough surface, your flushed cheek getting marked with every move. You bite your lower lip to hold back your cries of pleasure with each thrust from Alfie, buried deep into you. You can feel every inch of him inside your walls, receiving it with devotion.

"You're my whore... no one else's", he whispers.

You let out a loud moan and his hand covers your mouth. "Shut up," he growls.

You are both fully clothed. You walked into Alfie's office just to hand him some papers and without any warning, he squeezed one of your butt cheeks, almost making you ache. A few seconds later your body was sprawled across the desk, your feet barely touching the floor as he unzipped himself and burried into you.

Alfie knows that you are his. He knows that you are surrendered to him, and that it is impossible for you to deny yourself to that virile, moody, criminal man, almost bordering on violent. You always felt like a frightened fawn walking into his office, walking past him, accidentally brushing his hand when you bring him his cup of tea every morning, feeling his breath so close when he speaks to you. You feel your body shake every time you are near him.

Just thinking about him makes you shudder.

No one knows about what´s going on between you two. The men working for him sees you as the poor, sweet girl he has to mistreat with thousands of daily tasks, some of them nearly impossible. "leave him and work for me, I will improve your conditions. You are too good for him", they offer you over and over again. But you would never leave Alfie.

The sound of the doorknob makes you lift your cheek from the wood of the desk. "Alfie, someone..." you manage to whisper between his salty, calloused fingers that covers your mouth. "I said shut up," he whispers in your ear, softly this time. "I'm not going to stop," he tells you before the door swings open.

"What the fuck do you want?" he yells violently. The man who comes is perfectly dressed, with a dark overcoat and a matching beret. The man hesitates for a second, but he goes into the office and closes the door behind him. "You know what I'm coming for, Alfie. And I'm not leaving until you hand me those fucking papers." Alfie removes his hand from your mouth and you let out a moan as his thrusts pick up their pace.

You support yourself on your hands, and feel a perfect mix of fear, shame, adrenaline and excitement. And, little by little, the excitement is winning over the rest of those feelings.

The man sits in front of the desk, and his light blue eyes stare into yours, brown and full of fire. Your teeth bite back into your lower lip and you can feel the wetness between your legs becoming more and more apparent. "Fuck off and come back when I'm done" Alfie tells him breathlessly. You want to moan, to show that, far from embarrassing you, the situation is turning you on to the point of driving you crazy. Alfie seems to notice it, because he quickens his pace and one of his hands travels down to your crotch, caressing your clit in messy, arrhythmic circles.

The man looks at you in the eye again and takes out a small metal box from the inside pocket of his overcoat. He takes a cigarette and brushes it over his lips, moistening it slowly while looking at you. "I can wait, Alfie," he tells him, lighting it on.

Smoke swirls in the air and you know Alfie is about to come. You know it, you feel it. What you don't understand is how you can be so turned on with a stranger in front of you, watching your every move, every gesture on your face, every moan that gently escapes from your mouth, with so much attention.

"Finish for me, cutie, we have business to do with Mr. Solomons," he tells you, leaning back on the chair. You arch your back automatically, and his deep voice joins Alfie's uncontrolled thrusts, making you come to an orgasm like you've never had before.

When your head settles down you feel the warm, slimy liquid drain between your legs as Alfie bites your shoulder, making you ache. He reaches down to your ankles with a loud growl and pulls your panties up into place. He gives you a resounding slap on your butt and, as he sits on the couch, tells you "Get us a whiskey, sugar, we have work to do."

You adjust your dress and prepare to get out of the room, your cheeks red, your eyes fixed on the floor. But Alfie's hand grips your wrist, forcing you to stop and turn toward him. His eyes search yours, his gaze hungry and dark, as if he still wants to devour you whole. He tugs on your arm, making you bend over, and whispers in your ear "So, you like being watch while I fuck you?" You blush and try to explain "Alfie, I…", but he shuts you up, putting two fingers on your lips. "I'll fuck you in front of everyone if I have to, so they know you're mine. Remember that," he whispers in your ear before letting you go.

#alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons #tom hardy #alfie solomons smut #alfie solomons fanfiction

[ikamigami]

People who aren't concerned about Sun's drinking are forgetting that he has a mental disorder which put him at greater risk of becoming addicted to alcohol.

I know that some people think that Sun magically got better and his mental disorder disappeared just because he had a break.

In reality things don't work like that. Same case here.

Why Sun seems the happiest now? Why he's more relaxed?

Because he started drinking. He drinks to relax, to ease his nerves, to be less stressed.

That's why he seems doing better.

He's using drinking alcohol to cope. He copes not only with stressful situations but also with his mental issues and suicidal thoughts which he tries to numb and burry down.

If Sun didn't have a problem with alcohol would he care about what other say?

If Sun doesn't have a problem with alcohol why he didn't throw away the bottles or send them away after the talk with Moon and Solar? He only poured one bottle down a sink and called it a day.

If Sun doesn't have a problem with alcohol why he always feels the need to explain that he doesn't drink a lot?

If Sun doesn't have a problem with alcohol why he's so reluctant to throw or send bottles away?

Why he seemed embarrassed when he was talking about his dumb cat trying to get his head into a glass of wine?

It's obvious that these cats are representing Sun and Moon in a way. So the dumb cat pleasing others even if he isn't comfortable himself or bumping his head into walls or putting his head into a glass of wine are behaviours that are pretty easy to translate to Sun. You don't have to looking too deep to see that. It's literally on the plain sight.

The way Sun acts about drinking and that he seemed more flirtatious with Foxy completely out of nowhere only after he started drinking or that he's more aggressive then ever when he's annoyed (like with Puppet) or when talking to someone he dislikes/hates (Eclipse) after he started drinking seems pretty alarming.

Same is with the fact that his close ones are concerned about the amount he drinks. Especially if they never were concerned about others' drinking - Puppet was worried about Sun's drinking even though they never expressed any worries about Monty's drinking even though we know that Monty got heavily drunk a few times.

Why people were upset at Moon for being concerned about Sun when he saw Sun drinking a bottle (?, Moon couldn't know if it was one or more from simply observing from the side) of wine throughout the day.. everyday?

For me Sun sounded almost defensive wenether others brought up the topic of drinking.

And because Sun is lying about his mental issues and hides them.. can we rule out a possibilty of him lying about how much he drinks and that he might be hiding alcohol in places or even in other drinks?

Not everyone who has a problem with alcohol look like it. Not everyone who gets drunk sounds drunk.

Sun is most likely at higher risk of becoming an alcohol dependant or that he's drinking may become a serious problem. And the fact is that people who suffer from mental disorder such as depressive psychosis are often end up having a drinking problem which often starts from simply relying on drinking alcohol to relax and feel better.

And drinking alcohol increase risk of having another psychotic episode and increase risk of attempting suicide - knowing Sun's current mental condition.. it's very concerning.

I hope that this will help some people to realize why I'm concerned about Sun's drinking.

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #tw alcohol #tw suicide

[sixft0ver]

“Your mother, if I may ask, what's she like?” there was a fat pause with no response to his question as the pair of brown lenses looked at him as if he was hesitant to answer.

Then it came to him.

The brunette widen his eyes briefly, “OH—N-no, no, not like that!” he waved his hand to clarify his intentions, a very very faint rose hue trailed his complexion, worried that he might have left some miscommunication with the way he worded that out. He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking, “What I meant was, your relationship with her. You're close, no? What is there to be afraid of by being honest with her?” he asked.

The ravenette nodded, but there was no instant reply. He took a deep breath, “I love her,” he confessed.

“It's not that I'm afraid of being scolded for not fighting back nor for not telling her earlier about how they treat me. I just...don't want her to get worried,” his eyes darted back to the ground as he kicked, well more like swayed, his feet to an unknown rhythm. “Eomma, she's kind. She's understanding, she won't force us to talk when we're not ready. Even if she knows, she'll give us time until she asks us again to tell her about our worries,” he explained, the brunette beside him listened as he grew interested. Eager to at least somewhat help ease the pain of his tired and bruised little soul.

He doesn't know why he often feels the need to console him whenever he sees the ravenette's hurt expression. He could've just leave him be, he was only his nephew's friend that he just so happens to be close with. But this kid's complexion, the subtle parts of his demeanor, his overall being felt all too familiar to Kwon Seonwook that probably had cost him a few hours of sleep.

“And this...uhm..condition that I have...eomma doesn't really seem to like it whenever I bring it up to her or anyone else. Not that she's angry about it, she just seems...skittish...like she's afraid about something...or maybe, me...?” Dae-Jung lets out a rough sigh, “I don't know, it's like she knows something about it that she doesn't want to tell me. If it's bad news about my condition, shouldn't she tell me about it? I'm prepared for whatever it may be if it meant seeing the fear in her eyes disappear...” he burried his face in the palm of his hands. The pair of crimson orbs could tell that he was frustrated by the way he spoke.

He placed a warm hand on his back, rubbing it lightly in hopes to ease his frustration. He hummed, trying to process the newly displayed information before him. “From what I see, I'd say she's doing the same thing you've been doing this whole time.” the ravenette glanced at the man, a perplexed expression decorating the nuks and crannies of his face before coming to realization.

Oh...

Oh.

Seonwook smiled, “Maybe she also doesn't want you to worry about it,” he sighed, “You know, somehow the both of you remind me of myself and someone I knew,” he adjusted his position as he leaned back with both of his arms supporting the weight of his body, “...One thing I didn't like about it was that she was good at hiding it, she wasn't a very open person to begin with, well... Neither was I...we were both harmed by the false hope of trust.”

Dae-Jung looked at him with curiosity, noticing the change of his expression into something much more gentle, a soft smile carved onto his lips. “But we realized that...if we wanted things to work out, we have to learn how to reciprocate our own thoughts and feelings to avoid any sort of miscommunication.” the brunette gave the former a smug glance, earning a soft chuckle from the ravenette.

“Was is easy though? Hell no. Did we argue? A lot. But did it all work out?” He paused, suddenly that warm smile was completely wiped out from his face almost immediately. He traced his glance to the ground, mimicking Dae-Jung's previous gesture.

Did it all work out...? He thought.

Silence filled the atmosphere before he snapped out of it once he saw the curious look in Dae-Jung's eyes. As if they were urging him to continue, making him emit a low chuckle, reaching his hand out to ruffle his midnight locks.

Seonwook sighed, “...I...needed her, just as much as she needed me. Even if...it didn't work out,” he paused, “Part of me..still lives with her. And for what it's worth,” his vision trailed back towards the ravenette's for the nth time, this time Dae-Jung could feel the sincerity behind those bright red orbs.

“I never regretted loving her..”

The young ravenette smiled, “Sounds like you still do.” He pointed out how smitten he looked talking about this person by the way he reminisced of what was left to be memories of this person.

Seonwook followed with a defeated sigh, “Yeah...I guess I do,” he continued returning his smile.

“Well then,” he cleared his throat, “I think you should just take things slowly, as comfortable as the both of you could get. After all, I can tell you care about her as much as she does with you,” he placed a hand on his shoulder, “So try not to lose each other,” Dae-Jung smiled at his statement.

Seonwook's eyes widen when he felt the young man suddenly wrapped his arms around his large figure, catching him of guard with the slightly affectionate gesture.

“Thank you Mr. Seonwook, I feel a lot better after talking with you,” he confessed while still hugging the former brunette. He could feel his heart ache with warmth, hesitating to return the same gesture, as if he felt like he didn't deserve it. Though, he betrayed his own thoughts when his arms moved on its own to hold the ravenette close, stroking the back of his hair ever so gently.

Oh God..when was the last time he felt like this..? When was the last time he showed a glimpse of vulnerability to anyone else besides himself..?

This is fine, right? Just this once...let him feel peace, just this once..

“It's...It's Kosuke.”

“Feel free to call me that from now on.”

——

@shuuryuhei

#oc stuff #kkyun's blurbs #[fdau] #[lee dae jung] #kwon kosuke

[maceingeweihter]

No ego. No egmon. No eggman. No garman. No garmon. No other Entity, me Brent Buck, to say... Not ny works but Christ cause belief to enter into my heart. To be convinced truly Good (the Only Good) with a super strong and patient suffering form of love should send his One and Only Son (God the WORD in human body) to reprove and destroy the works of the SATAN (mindset ideologies and lofty imaginations) every evil desire, impurity, fornication. And to lay open the hearts kf people to something more than physical pain alone. Something we should or all do fear more. SIRENS and people to be reproved by Judgement.

To me it used to feel like a challenge to stay ready for his return. But, the eye is the light of the body. And the Virgins are wise to keep their lamps (eyes) full of oil.

Truly, while I'm on it, The condition of the ISRAELITE is virginity for the requirement of their resurrection. They will be reanimated and live again and reign for (up to) 1000 years. And their skulls and body should be moved to the same location after they are beheaded foe their testimony in and of SAVIOR YOSHUA above on the throne next to the FATHER'S right hand.

See, the NAZI cannot stop the plan. It is old. From ENOCH. It's better for them to leave the next problem to other nations and let the JEWS fail in their own religious combat. And the Christian saints should be burried with the bones of their blood people. But the ground is set and in the future it is already completed.

So the BIBLE is full of these...lets say interlinked or connected predictions that come to be. Yes, GOOD deals in fate, no, it is not permitted by the Law of MOSES to see a fortune teller or medium. But God has already shot called his own Steph Curry three point shot. Hail, plagues, blood rivers, and the Demons somehow keep living in humans! When would they leave well enough alone? Right?

[fathimnd]

16 July 2023

Hai... Today is really blue for me. I am really exhausted but I do not know wanna talk with whom.. actually I wanted to talk to the God, but I missed the opportunity, cause now I am getting sick. Okey, maybe it's just about the mindset. But let me lay down in my mindset and giving up for it just for tonight... And then at the midnight (1/3 of the night wake up in a fresh condition).

I am really wanna cry but I can't.. wanna hand to hold, wanna body to hug, wanna ear to listen, wanna mouth to make me calm down. But, it means that I am a weak person if I still being dependent on those things. Yes, I have to be a strong woman now bcz I have the God.. God never let me depend my self to anything except Him. GOD, please let me cry to you, and give my bone the strength to move back to it's position and not effecting pains anymore.

Besides, the things that make me exhausted today is my midterm report, ignored by my senior and supervisor, getting anger by my supervisor, and I still had to do my work plan for TLC. sometimes, I'd like just to shout. But no, cz I'm still a sane human, I still can control mu emotion. Just let me slip and burry these emotions, then getting up for a new day, bismillah...

By the way, today I don't have any payment... Alhamdulillah... Thank's God for today...💞

[quartermera]

That’s it guys! 2021 Event is over!

and I’m off to sleep xD See you guys tomorrow for the conclusion, but thank you all so much already for all the love and support you gave me through this <3

#nille talks #2021 event #i finished all the request #damn this feels weird #lowkey already looking forward to the next event #but it'll have to wait until my exams are over #if we hit 300 followers by then i might organise smth ;) #i promise i'm not asking for more followers oh gogh this can come over wrong in so many ways idahgyfa #what i'm saying is #when we hit the next milestone whenever that may be #i'll do another event #on the condition i'm not burried in work then #otherway it'll wait a bit until i can breathe again xD #okay but i should really go sleep now #see y'all <3

[sweet-kaeya-headcannons]

Make You Feel Loved

NSFW version.

Sub Kaeya x Dom Gn Reader

Note: Reader is still a bottom but they take their lead this time to make him feel fully loved. Kaeya is upset after telling you about his past. I'll probably do SFW version later.

Warning: Mature content

His usual confident face was gone after confessing you about his past and his homeland. Actually you felt nothing but make him wanna feel more loved. He seems that he was scared that he would be abdoned again. His eyes were begging you. His covered eye is now exposed either.

You said.

'' love.... why would I leave you because of that?''

He looked down without answering. His Insecurites and his fears were eating him alive. You hugged his head and burried it in your chest. Patting his head and calming him.

'' There is no need to worry about my love....I got you ''

He nod. Hugging your back tight. You know him well. The most thing he need now is care and affection. And your promises.

'' I'm always on your side no matter what. Even if the world is against

you ,I will be your one and

only faithful ''

He released hugging you , looking at you and replied.

'' Thanks Y/n I don't even know what to say....heh smooth tounge also do get stuck sometimes ''

Hs replied with a soft weak smile. You wanted to make him feel love as possible as you can now so you decided to ask him.

'' Is there anything you would like to do now? or go somewhere? ''

'' You are taking my role, I'm the one who is supoose to protect you, care you , your shining knight but here you are, acting like you are older than me hum? Should I just call you...senior boss? ''

He was trying to joke around because he does not want you to think he is not reliable and he wanted to show you he want to take care of you by himself. But this condition is still not the best for him to act like this. You know he need shelter , he need to know someone will protect him so that he will feel safe in your arms.

'' Look Kaeya , I know you are feeling down. You don't have to act like you are ok infront of me, you can break down too and I'm here to catch you okey love?''

Your words made him feel full of love.

His eyes began to tear up but he blinked them away.

'' Why are you so nice to me...I feels like I don't deserve you''

''Shush Don't say it.. You deserve everything ''

You cup his cheeks and kissed the tip of his nose.

He chuckled. Oh dear heart please don't explode because of his cute reactions. You thinked.

" Do you wanna cuddle? ''

'' I do ''

Then you let him be the little spoon this time. This man needs protection either. He is more broken inside than you. You completely understand him.

The way he sunggle to your arms.

The way he has a smile on his face while hugging you. He deserves happiness, everything.

After cuddling for minutes you got an Idea. He deserve to be pleasured too.

'' Darling? Are you asleep?''

You asked him if he was awake.

''No why?''

'' If you are not asleep I have a request to ask''

He was still hugging you while closing his eyes.

''Yes?''

'' Will you let me lead you once?''

He got up to look at you. His eyes are a bit wide.

'' Hum? What do you mean by that? Is that.....''

'' Yes please. I wanna show you ''

He nod with a cheeky smile on his face. You let him lay on his back.

He was under you. You looked in his eyes. You saw him. In his eyes, you saw him, his love for you. You felt warmth inside your chest.

'' Remember Darling, you are loved''

He nod, looking at you in your eyes.

You started by kissing his eyelid. After that you kissed his forehead, the top of his head, the tip of his nose. And then slowly kissed down to his neck.

You put soft kisses on his neck before suck the skin a bit.

His mouth become open because you tease his neck so much. You continue working down to his chest. You took off his shirt and began kissing his chest. He moaned.

'' Do you like it?''

'' Yes I love it. I should let you lead more hahah ''

He replied with a smile. His cheeky grin was again appeared on his face and he prepared to tease you.

'' My my, I thought Y/n is a shy baby but you are- ah ''

His sentence was stopped because you licked his nipple. He is sensitive.

'' ahhh ~~ ''

He moaned when you suck his right nipple.

His long moan truned you on and made you want to suck on him more.

After playing his buds, he looked panting.

'' Y/n why you made me feel like this huh? ''

'' Because I wanna show you that I love you..''

'' More... please dove. Please me, I need you ''

You giggled.

'' Okey greedy big boy, don't worry.I will ''

You got between his legs. He looked excited. You took off his boxers and pulled out his already hard member.

He got pink shade on his cheeks and it's cute. He is actully not confident as he looks. Now he feel uncomfortabe because you stare at him long.

You notice his reactions and started the job. You kissed his tip. Slowly kissing down. His opened mouth wanting to make a sound. His deep breathing were so loud. You put the whole length in. You chocked a little but you make yourself fit. You started bouncing your head. His moans became louder either.

'' Ahh more....Good..Dove ahh ''

But you didn't finished him. You stopped in the middle. He looked at you with begging eyes to make him come. You again kissed his lips.

'' Alright relax.... I'll do more to make you feel loved my dear ''

You moved up a bit. Placing his erection at your entrance. You held his shoulder and began sliding his member inside you. His hands handle your hips. You kissed his parted lips sliding your tounge inside.

He let out a small moan. You made him feel like going crazy.

You bounced on him. Continusly telling him how worth he is. How loved he is. How perfect he is. Each on every thrust.

'' I love you hah ''

'' You mean a lot to me ''

'' I love you''

'' Don't worry ah I'm.... here for you ''

'' I'll always be on your side...''

He moaned loudly. All he can think now is he is loved and he is in heaven. And thats what you wanted to do.

He replied you between his sweet moans.

'' I ahh love you too...hah so much...''

" I'm coming... ahh''

Your moves are becoming faster and he is moving too.

'' me too let's come together''

After thrusting continusly for sometime, you both came together.

Your body become weak and you felt almost passed out. You lay yourself on him and he hugged you tight.

'' Thank you Y/n. You are my guiding star.''

You smiled while closing your eyes resting. And then you fell asleep on him. He is truely love so do you.

He placed a kiss on your forehead and pat you while you are asleep.

'' You need rest too my love...''

#kaeya alberich #kaeya headcanons #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x gn reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #genshim impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #kaeya smut #kaeya comfort #kaeya imagines #kaeya genshin impact #sub kaeya

[everafterkeiji]

blind ft. sanzu haruchiyo

INCLUDES: mentions of drugs, angst, toxic relationship, guns, brawls, abuse, blood, near death

"What does love taste like to you, Sanzu?"

"It tastes like sweet liquor on a summer night, darling."

It was hard to fall for a man who ever looked at you like a god when he was high in the heavens. Such distinct eyes that held so much to tell, composed of hundreds—maybe thousands of words he could've told you but the soberness limits his phrases to none. The moment he was off the clouds, the moment where the ringing bullets have gone deaf to his ears, you knew that he wasn't the man you fell for.

How could you? Joining in on one of the most criticized and feared gangs in Tokyo carrying a gun of your own taking away lives like they were taking away your boredom along with it so when you caught his attention, you were eternally doomed. Everything that you were bound to face was a path that headed to no direction that didn't have a trail of blood following you where you go.

But you grew blind to that decision whenever Sanzu had kissed your lips with the fantasy of what true love could've looked like. Blind when he laughs at your pain, calling you weak with a gun held to you just like always when you slipped up once at a mission. Blind to how he embraces you and shoot a bullet to someone's heart like he had acted to protect you from such a brutal sight.

But when light finally enters your eyes, you were claimed as traitor to Bonten when you couldn't handle the gravestones that held your name for their cause of deaths. You began to receive heavy punches, threats and the ever rumor that your lover was the one ordered to take you out before Mikey would find out about your mistakes so when you began to play around Sanzu's supply of meth while your body was covered in blood and wounds, you already accepted that you were soon to be grasped by death's hand.

Kicking the door wide open as the light enters the room along with your eyes flashing in the brightness of it but the shadow remained unknown to your dizzied state of eyesight. You could hear weighted footsteps on the concrete floor as well as the sound of a gun being reloaded but when Sanzu sees how it was no intruder, he began to tremble at your figure that leaned onto the wall, a hand to your stomach as blood began to coat your shirt with the condition of being indulged in saturated colors and lines thanks to the intake of his drugs to you.

He shakes his head, biting his lip as he frustratedly runs his shakey hands to his hair but snickers when he had kneeled to you, hands traveling to your body as your eyes threatened to flutter close.

"You took them, didn't you?" He asked, noticing how your hands were covered in white dust and the redness and unease in your pupils. "IDIOT!" He screamed, pointing his gun to you while you showed no sense to flinch at how usual it was for you to receive this type of treatment from him.

"You-you're never like this." He whispered out of sympathy. It was a fact—you were even pestered about it how your boyfriend was a known drug addict yet you stayed behind, neglecting to give into it but this was your last straw so you chose to end it by giving it one chance. "You hated to see me like that, right? So why the fuck are you doing this, Y/N!" He held onto your jaw, motioning it for you face his worried glance as your pants began to accelerate.

"Open your goddamn eyes and talk to me!" He ordered but what came from you was a cough, blood dripping down from your mouth as Sanzu wipes away the tear that escapes his eyes at how your chest was slowly loosing it's pace of breathing.

You weakly smiled, a sacrificial tug to your lips when your hand travels to his scars, caressing them while he stares at you frantic if you could even look at him properly, you were unaware to the dose you took nor how long you'll be stuck in a hazy dream but with how he looked in your ill eyes, you saw a glimpse of what could've been a relationship that wasn't surrounded by regret.

"You.. kept me around, cause I was.. fun, Sanzu." You muttered, chuckling lightly as your hand moves upward to go to his cheek. "And I.. kept you because I.. was in love with someone who.. was meant to kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you, Y/N." He grits through his teeth until you began to laugh as he felt how familiar it was to hear it now that it mirrors the same chaotic sound that he used to make.

"That's how Bonten works. Protect the king, forget the slaves, forget the knights—bullshit, Sanzu. You were meant for one purpose," You sat up, reaching for the gun that was previously held by him so you could point it to your heart with a kind smile directed to him and he panics at your finger on the trigger.

"And that was to kill, so do your job or I'd rather do it myself." You threatened with a laugh as you pushed the metal to your chest more while Sanzu has his hand to the crown of your hair and a memory haunts him.

"What does love look like to you, sweetheart?" He asked you, twirling a piece of your hair while you placed a sweet kiss to his scar.

"It looks like you, Haruchiyo."

Throwing the gun to the side as your expression drops, Sanzu pulls you for an embrace as your limp body fails to respond immediately so your hands remained at your side while he burries his head to your shoulder, letting a few tears pass through his eyes as he dreaded how you didn't smell like that fresh cologne of yours—you smelled a lot like his wrong doings: drenched in blood, drowning in drugs, and covered in regrets. So he spoke, returning to a tone in his voice you missed.

"My one purpose in life,"

"Y/N! Move, god, please!" Sanzu rushed to the crowd as he saw how a man directed his gun to you while your back was turned to him, dealing with another enemy as he hears the click of the gun leading the Bonten executive to shoot a bullet through the man's skull before they could kill you.

What he dreamt that night was the sight of your body dying in his arms and he hid his tears to the pillow knowing you were right beside him sleeping peacefully.

That was the same night where they had called you a traitor, not knowing how Sanzu was the man to mess up by killing a civilian out in public out of his wish to protect you.

"Is to love you, Y/N. So, come back to me, please?" He continued, gripping onto your body with a desperation to feel your warm skin on him again. "Please, darling."

You couldn't answer him yet he relaxed when your arms timidly circle around him, letting him know you acknowledged his words so he smiles.

"Just don't leave me yet, Y/N. "

TOKYO REV : @strawberrieas @kwrg @raya-sano @kimrena-stuff @heavensbeloved @rosewood1999

OVERALL: @stesphy @itsmeaudrieee

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers #sanzu headcanons #sanzu x reader #sanzu imagines #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #sanzu drabble #bonten #haitani ran #ran x reader #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader #koko hajime x reader #koko hcs #mikey tokyo revengers #toman mikey #mikey hcs

[animeyanderelover]

Hi! actually I'm kinda embrassed for requesting prompt because I already ask for hc...but can I request Black Butler number 26 with Ronald ? Thank you!!💓💓

You really don’t have to feel embarrassed about this, I don’t have a limit for sending requests though I appreciate it if a person knows when to stop. But two requests are fine with me.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, clinginess, death, killing

Prompt 26: “...Why do you cry?! Who made you cry?! Tell me their fucking names so I can rip their heads off for making my angel cry!!!”

You hadn't quite realized how much time had already passed by, the whole day had been gone by in a blur, you not even realizing that it was already night, sun nearly having disappeared from the horizon completely. Time flew by fast, didn't it?

If you would have known that sooner, maybe this sudden news wouldn't have hit you that hard. Of course not only the old people died due to their age or a sudden disease took someone, who could have actually spend a lot more time under the living, deceased all of a sudden. Basically anything could happen to someone, no matter how old or young anywhere.

That had today sunken in in you, having attended the funeral of your closest friend. He had passed all too suddenly away, even for his parents his death had been a shock. The reasoning of death was unknown, the only obvious fact was that he had been murdered by someone, all alone and most likely petrified before his life had been taken from you.

His parents had told you that he had wanted to tell you something on that night, what exactly they didn't know. He hadn't even told them, saying that for now it was only for your ears to hear. It stung incredibly that he would never get the chance now to tell you and you couldn't hep, but wonder what exactly he had wanted to say to you. Now it didn't matter anymore anyways, he was dead.

And you, you were deeply caught in your palace of thoughts, going through anything you could have and should have done whilst you still had the time with him. It was funny, people never seemed to think about everything they could have done better whilst they had a certain someone in thei life until this person was gone. Why was that? Why didn't you do more for him? With him? The only thing you had left now were your memories with him and a bleeding wound his sudden death had left in your heart.

So you didn't even realize the soft knocks on your door at first, nor even when they seemed to get louder and more harsher. You were too deep in your own land, memories flashing nonstopping in front of your eyes. Memories which had once been sweet and warm, but now were bitter and painful. Why had he leave this early? He hadn't even lived his life yet. He hadn't met a nice person yet, hadn't even experienced true love yet. And now he would never.

"(y/n)! Hey! I know you're in there! What's wrong did something happen?" A sudden voice finally made you very slowly turn your attention somewhat back to the real world, realizing who's voice it was. Was it already that late since Ronald had appeared in front of your house? He usually was busy during the day, working didligently before coming later always over to you and spend the time he had with you. He was your boyfriend after all. A clingy and very smothering boyfriend, but you still loved him a lot.

At first you didn't feel the real motivation to move. You had hit the bottom of your current misery, mourning over your best friend, the most idiotic, but lovable person you had ever met. Next to that you really didn't want Ronald to see you in your current state. Cheeks and part of your clothes, especially your sleeves, being stained with your own tears, hair disheveled due to having tossed around in bed the last few hours, meaning that your pillow had already fallen victim to your sorrow and crying. You didn't only feel shitty, you were convinced you looked that way as wel.

"(y/n)! Something is wrong, isn't it? What happened babe? You know you can talk to me about anything!" His voice was weakened due to the wooden door and the distance between it and your bedroom, being seperated by exactly one floor. But you still sensed it in his voice, the steadily raising worry and panic. Your eyes wandered to the door of your bedroom, thinking whether you should ignore him and spend this night alone or let him in and searching for comfort in him.

"If you don't open this door in the next minute, I'll break it! Come on, sweetie! Please let me in and help you!" You might as well have taken it as a joke at first, not believing that he would seriously break your door if it wouldn't have been for the following sentences. "(y/n). Open the door. Now."

There was this sudden switch in his voice, going from the typically 'overworried boyfriend' tone to something else. Just know he had sounded somewhat deeper and much more calmer than before, his voice somehow giving you the feeling that he wasn't kidding. You were talking about Ronald, he wouldn't do something like this...right?

Deciding that you didn't want to find out, you slowly started sitting up, blinking the exhaustion out of your eyes and wiping the wetness decorating your face as good as possibly away, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious what you had done the last few hours. But whom were you even trying to fool? Even the most oblivious person would have noticed that you had been crying.

"Don't break the door! I'm coming already." You had barely the strength to scream loud enough so that he would hear you, voice scratching uncomfortably against your throat, needing some rest after all the previous whimpers and small cries of yours. You actually contorted your face a bit when hearing yourself yelling those words, voice breaking at the end of the last sentence and the unpleasant hoarse sound your voice made. There was no way Ronald wouldn't have heard this.

He didn't. "Are you feeling well? You sound terrible! Please let me in!" The knocking sounds intensified together with his growing panic, making you hurry up, despite feeling like your body wasn't able to handle anything above just laying in bed. When hearing your steps approaching, you heard something akin to scratching sounds on the door, imagining that Ronald was getting a bit desperate.

Without any words you opened the door, instantly stepping behind it whilst holding it wide open for him to enter, hiding behind it since you didn't want him to witness how terrible you currently looked with your red and puffy eyes.

You heard him quickly stumbling in, almost falling due to having leaned his body against the door. But he managed to not be greeted with the floor, catching his balance and instantly turning his head around, searching for you. It took him less than two seconds before he had discovered your form, still hiding behind the wood.

One step was all it took for him to be by your side, grabbing the door and closing it quickly, shielding you and him from anyone outside witnessing what was going on in this house.

You had lowered your head to the ground, gaze focusing instead on his shoes which you could clearly see. They didn't really interest you, but you didn't want to look up in his face. A stupid thing to do, you knew he would make you anyways. But it was just how you acted right now.

"Babe..." His voice had gone soft, hands gently holding yours and squeezing them in a comforting manner. "What's wrong? What makes you currently feel down? Tell me how can I help."

You let out a bitter and pained chuckle, starting to grip his hands in a firmer hold as well, feeling the rising need to throw yourself in his arms and hopefully get rid of some of the currently heavy rain clouds of grief and aching surrounding your heart. "I don't think you can help me as much as you would like. Not in a wa you want to right now."

Bitterness was dripping out of every word you spoke and you found yourself quickly burrying your head in his chest and letting go of his hands, instead grabbing his arms and tightening your grip on them as you felt once again the burning and hot sensation of tears gathering in your eyes and tracing your cheeks once again. You were emotional and knew it, but who wouldn't be after such a shocking and heartbreaking loss.

Ronald himself felt his heart breaking a bit as well when suddenly feeling you clinging onto him so tightly, your tight grip on him being a silent and wailing plead for any sort of affection and comfort he could possibly give you. It hurt him seeing you like this, normally you weren't like this. The tears wetting his clothes in that moment were just adding up to this dolorous pulling on his heart strings and he felt himself embrace you rather quickly in a warm and slightly possessive hug, feeling himself growing slowly slightly angry at whatever or whoever had put you in your current condition.

"What's wrong?" Everything was wrong. You had just lost an important person and were crying rivers over him. "I...I...T-today..." You had barely time to hiccup anything, especially a full sentence out during your increasing sobs. You had thought that you had cried the worst part out earlier, but now that you had Ronald with you, the string that had seemed to hold your emotions in check seemed to be cut off, making everything inside of you turning up and down again. It was not a completely bad thing. it just meant that in presence of Ronald you felt like you didn't have to hide anything. Nevertheless, it only added even more layers of pain and heartbreak over your currently fragile heart.

You felt him tensing up the more your breath became erratic and the more you sounded like you would choke any minute on your own sobs, the more his grip tightened around you and his attempts to hush you and try to calm you down sounded more and more panicked. You hadn't even time to answer his questions, being too busily drowning in your own tears.

"...Why do you cry?! Who made you cry?! Tell me their fucking names so I can rip their heads off for making my angel cry!!!"

You stiffened up, slightly startled by the sudden loud noise which Ronald quickly noticed. "I'm sorry for scaring you just now! I'm...just panicking right now a bit because I don't even know why you're so upset. I want to help you and feel currently a bit useless because I can't do anything to make you feel better."

He had quickly lowered his voice, using a more gentle and comforting tone to not scare you again. You slowly managed to relax again in his hold, acknowledging the fact that he was right now just worried over you. "It's-it's fine. I'm just...my-my best friend (f/n) died today. Earlier his fu-funeral was held."

You felt slight confusion stirring up inside of you when you felt him shortly stopping in his movements, feeling his muscles cramping a bit under his skin. You lifted slowly your head, blinking up at him.

Maybe for the shortest of seconds you thought he had a weirdly guilty expression on his face, but maybe your vision had just been a bit blurred due to the still present tears in your eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I remember that I've read something about this in the newspaper this morning. He was yesterday evening killed, right?" You just nodded, pushing the look on his face quickly away, deciding it had just been an imagination due to your tears. "Don't worry, it'll get better over time. I'll be here for you whenever you need me." You dearly hoped that you could believe in those words.

Maybe he should have thought about it more before doing it, he hadn't expected you to be in so much sorrow. Sure, he had definitely knew that you would go through a phase of sadness and pain, but he hadn't expected such an extreme reaction. He had needed about three hours to manage to calm you just enough down so you could finally give your mind a rest and go to sleep because he had realized just how exhausted you had looked, all the stress and crying tiring you out. His whole shirt had been soaked by tears and snot, but it wasn't like he cared. His focus had only been on helping you finally getting some sleep.

Maybe...just maybe Ronald could have done it a different way. But now it was too late to regret such things and thinking back, he had given the guy many chances to back off. He knew how close both of you had been to each other and the last thing he had needed would have been competing with your childhood friend. He had been unsure, feeling threatened. What if you would have chosen your friend over him?

But now that man was gone forever and whilst Ronald felt definitely terrible for having inflicted so much suffering onto you, he also couldn't help, but feel the tiniest bit glad that he would continue holding you whilst you were sleeping safe and soundly. You most likely wouldn't be that way if you would know that he was the one who had killed your friend.

But only him and your friend knew this. And that guy would never get a chance to tell you, he had taken that secret with him in the afterworld. Just like his love confession...

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere ronald #yandere ronald knox

[artxyra]

I'm not entirely sure that your taking requests (I'm only 68% sure) but if you are can you try doing a daminette fiction based on the song Karma (cover by CMKC) with some class salt? (Maybe even some sibling jasonette or some daminette (or maybe even both...?😏) if you can) Btw I love your writing! 💜 (And before I forget thx for doing my requests, the previous ones and hopefully future ones 💜)

Note: This fics original idea had Marinette being akumatized into KARMA, yeah that didn’t happen when I was writing this one. 

I've lost my mind The skies are crashing around me I'm left behind Smoke obscures all that I can see

“Oh, look, honey, our daughter made her first dress. Get the camera.”

A doll sits on the windowsill overlooking the growing garden on the deck. The doll has blue straw-like hair, bright blue color buttons for eyes, and a black stitched smile.

“Get out! You’re nothing but a pest. How could I care for such a child when you couldn’t do the one thing you brought into this world for.”  

The doll no longer sits on the windowsill, but now lays on in wastebasket. No longer did the doll possess the bright stitch smile. Instead, the face lays bare without a stitch in sight.

“Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? What’s your name?”

“K-ka-karma…”

A small blue jay flutters its wings.  

“I’m Jason. I’ll protect you for now on.”

The blue jay chirps.

A bullet sounds off. A small pull of blood surrounds the bird.

“No!” A thunderous boom goes off in the distance. Multiple sirens join the assembly of loud music. A young pre-teen holds the girl close to his chest, blood oozing out of her chest. A hand touches his shoulder. He shakes it off. Never letting go of her.

Beep…Beep…the heart monitor comes to life slowly. Waiting for the young child to test its system. There is no movement. Then there is silence.   

A dark-haired, blue eye teen, stares into the mirror. Her eyes showing no emotions as her body is littered with markings ranging from cuts to words meant to demean a person.

“Marinette! How could you take credit for Lila’s design?”

The mirror cracks slightly.

 “You have to be an example, Marinette. Your peers look up to you.”

Another crack.

“Marinette how you be mean to that poor girl at your school?”

Another crack.

“I thought you were our everyday Ladybug.”

The mirror shatters. All that is left is darkness.

Marinette stares frozen in place. The gloss in her eyes fading away as the glass falls to the ground, blood in her hand as fragments of glass pierce her skin.

She gasps unsure what to do. Her hands never close as she stares at them with fear. The blood continues to ooze out. The room does dark. A thump.

Her frail arms wrap around her legs tightly. She doesn’t move.

When she comes to, it's by the rushing sound of running water. A waterfall, maybe. She looks up and all she can see is white.

“Why did you do it?” A voice pulls her away from the water. Quickly, she turns around but is halted by a pain aching feeling shooting through her body. She lets out a cry.

“I’m I dead?” Her voice was hoarse, she couldn’t even whisper.

“No,” The voice chuckles. The knobs squeal to life. The water stops following, no longer hitting her in the face. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Her mouth opens but no words come out. She begins to breathe heavily like there was no air entering her lungs.

“How could you push Lila down the stairs? Here’s a taste to what Lila felt.”  One moment she was standing top of the stairs getting ready to leave, the next she at the bottom of the platform. Everything was hurting. Then darkness.

Marinette eyes flutter open, there the no hard tile beneath her like earlier but now cotton sheets and a blanket. She could feel her body move, one toe wiggle, two taps against her fingers.

“Jason,” She sits up pulling the blanket closer to her chest. There is no one there.

A wave of sadness washes over her. A glossy shine covers her bluebell eyes.

“Hey, hey, I’m here, Pixie.” The voice was comforting. She curls into herself. His arms wrap around her and pull her close. Whatever happened to her should have never happened.

He looks down, a soft snore escapes her lips. A smile appears on his lips. At least she safe and with him. No longer in that toxic environment.

A phone vibrates. It’s Marinette’s.

Jason unlocks the phone to see a series of messages. None of which are good. The hand holding the phone shakes. He tightens his grip. Slowly the screen begins to crack.

“You’re safe now.” He whispers into her ear. “Your big brother is here to protect you.” The remaining source of light turns off. He stays next to her.

“We are meant for each other M’lady. To halves on the same coin. You belong to me and no one else can have you.” Green eyes haunt her dreams. The cold feeling returns with growing darkness that was all too familiar.

She wakes up screaming. Tears rolling down her cheeks. There was no stopping the waterfall.

Jason runs into the room cursing himself. He knew he should have left but his family needed him for a mission life or death.

“You’re okay, Pixie, no one but you and I are here.” She continues to cry into his chest. He doesn’t mind the dampness he welcomes it. “It was a bad dream, Mari. A really bad dream.” His free hand caresses her hair, calming her down slowly.

“Todd what is the meaning of this.” His little brother asks over the phone. Jason watches as Marinette takes small bits of her food before swirling the remains in her bowl before repeating the process.

“It sounds like you miss me, Demon Spawn.” Jason jokes back, half into the conversation. He keeps his attention on Marinette. “Hold on.” He hangs up before Damian could retort. Marinette had pushed her bowl away from her and picks up the spoon. She looks at her reflection.

“Why would Adrien even spare you a glance. You are ugly, dull, nothing you would do would ever get his attention.”

“Argh.” Something snaps. It was the spoon. Breathing heavily, Marinette staggeringly gets out of her chair.

Jason helps her to the floor. He could see that she wasn’t going to make it far in her current condition.

“Am I not pretty enough.” Jason barely caught her words. He must burry any of the anger he has for those idiots for the sake of his sister.

“You’re magnificent, Pixie. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He replies. His phone continues to ring with the familiar ringtone, He ignores it.

“Thank you, Jay-Jay.” Marinette closes her eyes. The ringtone lures her to sleep.

“You’ll never be a real designer, Marinette. One word from him and Gabriel will have you blacklisted from the industry before you even put your name out there.”

“I like to see you try.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an aspiring fashion designer, has been blacklisted on the bases of copying designers for her work.”

“I told you, Dupain-Cheng, you should have back off when you had the chance.”

Marinette curls into herself as the memories flood back into her mind. She’s alone. The old TV flickers in the darkness. The channel continues to change as the voices, tone, and display changes with each click of a button.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” She murmurs to no one. Her grip tightens around the blanket.

“What the fuck, Todd? You’ve been gone for days on end and being all secretive.”

“I didn’t think you care about my well-being, Demon. I have a life outside of this shithole.” Jason says as he cleans the barrels of his guns. His younger brother growls. He could only raise an eyebrow.

“I will find out what you’re hiding Todd.”

“Good luck with that.”

Jason picks up his guns and disappears within the shadows of the Batcave.

“Pixie,” The door creaks open. A little bit of light enters the room. Marinette is sleeping on the couch, the blankets cocooning her. Everything seems fine.

“So, she’s what you’ve been hiding.”

“What the fuck?” A gun cocks.  

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, my sister in everything but blood.”

“Hmph…why is she here?”

Jason sets his gun down and shuts the door. He turns to Damian; the teen genuinely was curious.

“She needs helps and I’m the only one who can help her. Gina tried but the mental and physical abuse became too much to manage. So, for her protection, Gina sent her to me.” Popping the cork off the bottle, Jason pours himself a drink.

“Does father know?”

“If he did, she would have been adopted in the family by now.” Jason pours himself another glass. Damian scoffs at the out his brother is drinking.

“Ladybug is hereby declared an enemy of Paris.”

“Tikki, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”  

“What do you mean you’re no longer going to be Ladybug? You’re a true creation soul. A true holder of the ladybug miraculous.”

“Find someone else to do it, Master. You heard the Mayor, I’m an enemy of Paris, no better than Hawkmoth and Mayura.” She hands him the ladybug miraculous. Her red eyes close at the thought of losing her best friend.

Marinette wakes up sweating, her hand immediately reaching for her ears. Nothing. She sighs and curls back up.

“She’s been through a lot Damian, whatever scheme you have in mind leave it be and forget about it.”

Swinging her legs over the bed, Marinette sneaks over to the door. The door opens just enough for her to rest her hand against the doorframe.

“Jay-Jay…” Her voice was a whisper again.

Jason pushes the bottle and glass to the side. He’s by her side examining her. She wasn’t hurt.

“Pixie, you should be sleeping.”

“I had another nightmare.” She tells him. “Who’s your friend?”

Damian shuffles in place. She’s so tiny compare to any of his sisters like the wind could just blow her over without even trying.

“I’m Damian.” He tells her.

Marinette gives him a curt nod. Her eyes lock onto his. They’re green. She could feel her chest tightening. No air could get in or out. The glossy look returns in her eye turn.

Sobbing Marinette screams out, “Je vais le faire, Chat Noir. Je vais le faire, arrête!” She slides the down the doorway.

“Shit,” Jason runs over to Marinette. She blocks her view of Damian. Her lock on the green eyes soon fades to blue. Jason’s eyes. She tightly wraps her arms around his neck. Jason rubs her back. Turning to Damian all while keeping him out of Marinette’s sight, he tells his brother, “We’ll finish this later. Your eye color triggered a memory. And Damian, do not tell anyone about her.”

Damian is frozen in place. So much had happened in the last ten or so minutes. He had met the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and then she has a panic attack, something clearly triggered by previous trauma.

“Okay, I won’t tell.” The youngest Wayne agrees but not without weighing the pros and cons. He left the small rundown apartment with more questions than answers.

Jason turns his attention back to Marinette, who’s sobs turn into sniffles. “He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t hurt you anymore, Pixie.” Marinette buries her head into Jason’s chest. She takes a deep breath. She can only hope.

Now you've used up all your luck It's time to get what you deserve I'm holding out for KARMA I'm holding out to watch you burn

Years past before Marinette was completely healed. Gina would visit from time to time making sure that her granddaughter was okay. She was ecstatic to find that Marinette was healing even if it was a slow process.

“Are you ready?” Marinette turns to Damian; his green eyes hold so much love and care for her than the green eyes she had grown to hate. Nodding, she takes his hand.

Beyond the doors, a series of lights flashes along with shouts. Reporters are in a frenzy trying to get the latest scoop on the Wayne heir’s beloved. Never once had she made a public appearance.

“Yes, thank you all for coming and showing my family your support. Today marks a very special achievement, my young son proposed to his girlfriend just a couple of days ago much to my second oldest dismay.”

Jason disrupts Bruce’s speech by shouting, “Hey” from his location next to Roy.

“Please welcome my son and his fiancée, Marinette Karma Todd.” Bruce steps away from the podium. The doors behind him open to show Marinette holding hands with Damian. She grips his hand tightly as Damian gives her a reassuring smile.

In Paris, several people are thrown in for a loop. Several lawsuits were issued. Collège Françoise Dupont, the school board was not happy at the treatment of one their student, a student that would grow to become one of the most powerful women out there.

Adrien Agreste, who was outed as Chat Noir, received a sexual harassment charge and a restraining order. The Wayne’s were out for blood and wanted to add attempted rape charge and compensation for all the trauma he had caused Marinette.

Lila Rossi, who managed to keep a tight grip on her classmates was finally exposed. Apparently, her latest lie was about being the mysterious Damian Wayne’s girlfriend. That backfired. She was then hit a cease and desist order along with a restraining order. Marinette had won the war.

Alya, who never learned to check her sources, lost any and every opportunity in her field. She even lost her job because she published a story about her best friend being the Wayne heir’s girlfriend. Thankfully, for the business, that article was only hosted in Paris, but the damage was already done.

Marinette never sent anything to her adopted parents. They didn’t deserve her. She was their servant, someone to help with the bakery. Though they were better than her birth parents, she couldn’t find it in her to ruin their lives. Gina became her legal guardian and that was that.

“I’m so glad that I meet you,” Damian says to her, placing a kiss on her hand. Marinette giggles and pulls Damian in for an embrace.

“I’m the lucky one. You would have thought this would be my future.” Marinette gestures to their growing empire. It was small but with Wayne Enterprise and Damian’s Veterinarian business, they were doing quite fine.

“Can I offer you a dance, Angel?”

“I would love that.”

No music plays just the beat of their hearts as one.

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[mew-light]

The dream itself went like this.

I'm chillin with a few of my friends (all either celebrities or people I'm not friends with anymore irl). We were at this construction site and apparently we were helping the local community build/repair houses. The scenery was beautiful, it was like a huge park with a few houses here and there but I didn't really see people living in them.

My friend group consists of:

1. A girl I used to be friends with in middleschool, lets call her K.

2. A guy I used to date in highschool, lets call him D.

3. A stand up comedian I really like, we'll call him Z.

4. Pran

5. Mew's bodyguard P'Tamp and

6. This guy I saw in the bus yesterday, we'll call him B

We were separated into groups and each group was working on a different building, it also looked like the teams were rotating so everyone would work on all buildings.

I saw we were doing our thing and tbh it was terrifying, but we found it pretty normal... Things were falling from the sky all the time... Like huge balls of glass and people would always get hurt and heal pretty fast.

I'm suspecting my dream was taking place in some kind of a post-apocalyptic time-line, who knows...

Anyway, one day me and Z were working on this beautiful white house. It had 2 floors and a huge front porch, it was just amazing. It wasn't in the best condition and Z kept telling me that the guy who owns it can't move back in until we fix it and that's why he's been traveling a lot.

Next thing I see is me and my group of friends, sitting in a circle, probably after work, talking about stuff etc. Somehow we started talking about unrequited love and our first loves... Everyone told their story, including me, and instead of talking about D, who indeed was my first love, I talked about this other guy who wasn't even there.

Pran's turn comes around and he tells this super long and painful story about this guy he used to like, and that he still liked him, but he wasn't around anymore and that if he came back his whole world would crumble. P'Tamp asked if it's the guy that used to live in the white house and Pran said yes.

A few minutes later B is like "Wait, isn't that him?" and he point at this guy walking slowly towards us. Pran immediately looked at me and I swear his eyes asked for help so I ran next to him and burried his head in my arms. Then I looked at the guy and guess who it was... It was Pat ladies and gentlemen!

Pat with his huge backpack and his blinding smile walking towards us. When he got close enough I could see he wanted to stand close to Pran but I gave him the look and he stayed away. He introduced himself to everyone. Some chats here and there and after a few minutes he left.

I was standing there with my shirt wet because my poor boy had been hiding his face and crying this whole time. I could see in his eyes how hard it was for him, he didn't even have to say a word for me to be able to understand.

Next day, in the morning, we gathered again, we were talking about how the teams would work today now that Pat is back and he wants to help. While we were talking there was this huge explosion down the street and K pointed it out. Then those huge glass balls started falling but this time it was different.

Usually it was just one or two and that was about it but this time it was like it was raining! I saw one of the balls crash right next to K and it hurt her so I left the building I was assigned to and immediately ran towards her to help her. Z and B did the same and we ran like crazy, we got to her and the closest place to seek shelter was the white house.

On our way there I lost Z from my sight so I stayed behind for a bit and kept shouting his name, in case he was around. But I couldn't see him and the "rain" was getting heavier so I had to seek shelter.

I got on the front porch, it was safe there and I started looking around, still shouting Z's name. I think B saw him and he went to help him, I wanted to go too but K stopped me.

I was just looking around, in case someone else needed help. But I saw nothing. At some point B kept saying that he needed something so K gave it to him and that was what made my brain click and go like "PRAN"

I looked around, I ran in the "rain", couldn't find him. I was dying from worry but I just couldn't find him. After searching for a while I found shelter again and started crying, was also pretty hurt physically at this point because glass balls crashed next to me quiet a lot of times... A few minutes later I heard screams and that's when I decided to wake up...

I was scared enough, couldn't really control the dream, Pran wasn't around and I felt like I failed my purpose... Also, I should probably mention it, I can actually feel pain in my dreams which means that when I woke up, I could still feel...

The moment I woke up I felt so devastated... I kept wondering what happened to Pran... If he's okay, if he's alone... I really couldn't calm down and go back to sleep...

And the moral of the story my friends is that Bad Buddy has completely ruined me! It's engraved in my brain that Pran + Pat = catastrophe and I don't like that because I just want them to be happy!

Well that was a fun way to start my day...

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[mcclain-to-go-writes]

The Concept Artist

Chapter 1

1998

It had all started with a letter. A seemingly unimportant, unsuspecting letter to one Lon Boraz and the Animaniacs. 

The Warners were filming their newest film, "Wakko's Wish," when they heard Sandra, their ever friendly mail carrier, trying to get through the sea of crew to deliver a letter to the three. "I need to get this letter to them! Please, I can never get the letters up the tower, I just need to hand them to the Warners, and then I'll leave."

"Sandra, they're in the middle of filming, if you would just--" 

"It's okay, Ron, I think we're done anyways," the director told him. "Come on in, Sandra."

Ron shot Sandra a dirty look before letting her pass. "Here you go, kids. Sorry to interrupt filming," Sandra handed them the letter before turning to exit.

"Thank you, Sandra!" The Warner siblings called before haphazardly tearing the letter open.

"What does it say, Yakko?" Dot asked.

"Oh, please tell us!" Wakko chimed in.

"Alright, alright, hold your horses," Yakko laughed. "Ahem, 'Lon, I've missed you my dearest friend. We've missed you. I know we've had our differences in the past, but I would love to see you again. Come visit the old studio again, and bring those Warners of yours with you, I'm sure they'd love to see how it all began. -Fredrick.'"

"Lon?" Dot asked. "Like Lon Borax? I thought he retired... and went nuts."

"He did. Old Freddy here must not be too close with Lon," Yakko muttered.

"Well, why don't we ask him to take us?" Yakko froze.

"I-I don't think that's such a great plan Wak. Lon isn't the most stable guy."

"Come on, Yakko. He created us! And we could at least ask for the address to the studio!" Dot chimed in.

"I don't even know if we should go to the studio, Dot. Something feels off with all thi-- hey!"

Before Yakko could even finish his sentence, his siblings were taking off to find Lon. Yakko sighed. "I guess there isn't any talking them out of it now."

 

Lon Borax lived on the outskirts of Burbank in the Home For Retired Animators (Who Went Insane). Yakko never much liked the place. It always gave off odd vibes, smelled old and musty and the bars that had adorned each window always reminded him of his own imprisonment in the water tower. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of the thoughts. He wouldn't be there long, all they had to be there for was talking to Lon, getting the address, and then dealing with his siblings.

As they approached, Yakko could make out the figure of a slender woman sitting at a desk near the front, the secretary, he assumed. If Yakko hadn't liked the building from the outside, he liked the inside even less. The faded yellow paint peeled at the corners and looked scratched in the middle, as if someone had tried to rip it from the walls. The air conditioning was deafening and made the room entirely too cold. How someone could work, let alone live here, Yakko would never know.

"Excuse me ma'am," Wakko asked as they approached the woman's desk. "We're here to see Lon Borax."

"And who should I say is here," the woman asked them.

"We're the Warner brothers!"

"And the Warner sister!"

The woman, Stacy, Yakko deduced from her name tag, typed at her laptop before looking up at them. "You three are the Warners?"

"Yep, that's us," Dot said, batting her eyes for effect.

"I'm afraid Mr. Borax isn't taking any visitors. Sorry kids, I'll tell him you stopped by."

"Oh, don't worry," Wakko waved his hand dismissively. "We won't be long."

"Maybe I wasn't making myself clear enough the first time. Mr. Borax won't see anybody. Now, I'm very sorry, but I have to ask you to leave," Stacy told them, shooing them out the door. 

"But we came all this way!" Dot cried.

"I know, and I'm sorry but--"

"What's all that racket?" A male voice from inside called.

"Nothing, Mr. James!" Stacy called back, trying to push the three outside, but they just dug their heels in.

"We want to see Mr. Borax!" Dot cried once again.

"For the love of God, Stacy, just let them in already!" The man... Mr. James hollered.

"But sir--"

"Let them in!"

Finally, Stacy stopped pushing them, letting them pass her by.

"Borax is in room 258," Mr. James said, not even glancing up from his newspaper.

"Thank you!" The Warners laughed as they planted a big, sloppy kiss on the man's face.

"Bah! You kids better hurry before I change my mind!"

The Warners just laughed as they ran down the hall in search of room 258. Soon, the air smelled mustier than before, if that were possible. The pit in Yakko's stomach grew heavier as he saw they were coming up on Lon's room. He never had much trust with the man. He knew that Lon was here for a reason, and was highly capable of violence if he wanted to be. His siblings, however, had always looked up to him in a way. It made sense he supposed, he had created them after all. But from Yakko's minimal knowledge of the man, there was one thing he knew for certain, Lon Borax hated the Warners, and wanted nothing more than to be rid of them for good.

Before Yakko realized it, there it was. room 258. 

"Sibs," Yakko started, stopping them from turning the handle of the old oak door. "Lon may not be thrilled to see us..."

"What do you mean by that, Yakko?" Dot asked.

"I-Lon... just... don't get your hopes us about him, okay?"

Dot and Wakko nodded hesitantly, before turning the handle to open the creaking wooden door.

"Nurse, for the last time, I don't want your crap JELLO!" Lon screamed when he heard the door squeak open. Dot and Wakko flinched, not anticipating such a forceful greeting. Yakko, however, stood perfectly still, as if he had known this was coming, As his siblings stood frozen in the entryway, Yakko walked into the room, his face calm and collected, but his hands subtly trembling by his sides.

"Lon Borax?" he asked.

"The f*ck do you want?" Any other time, Yakko would have made a witty remark about how even on the outskirts of the studio, the censoring was still there, but he was too nervous for that. Lon's face was burried under blankets, but Yakko could could see he was eerily thin and deathly pale.

"It's Yakko Warner. We need to talk."

Lon whipped around to face him, and his siblings who had hesitantly been looking in from the doorframe. "You," he spat. "You're the miserable freaks of nature that got me stuck here."

Yakko flinched, "I'm not thrilled to see you either, Lon. So let's make this as quick as possible, yeah?" Lon grunted. "Great. We got a letter. It's addressed to you, but it concerns us as well, so we got it first," Yakko handed him the letter.

"First you steal my career, now my mail," Yakko heard him growl under his breath. He read the letter, eyes widening. Finally, he finished, throwing the letter at Yakko. "I ain't taking you kids, if that's what you think is happening here."

Yakko swallowed, "I didn't think you would. Could you tell us the address of the studio?"

"There's a return address, moron. It's the studio address. Now get out of my room."

Yakko stared at the envelope, and sure enough, a return address was penciled in at the top left hand corner. Yakko felt a small pit of anger bubble in his stomach as he realized he could have avoided this whole encounter, kept Wakko and Dot's image of the man untainted. 

"Are you f*cking deaf? I said get out of my room!" Lon howled, throwing a glass at Yakko. It landed about a foot from Yakko's feet, but it shattered on impact, sending shards of glass hurtling at Yakko, Wakko, and Dot. Luckily, none of the shards hit them, but when Yakko heard Dot start to cry, Yakko realized this man was not against throwing something else, potentially more dangerous, so Yakko hurriedly ran to his siblings, being quick to get them from the foul smelling building, to the damp grass outside. Dot was crying quite heavily, and Wakko was shaking like a leaf.

"Are you two okay?" Yakko asked. "He didn't hit either of you, did he?"

Wakko and Dot shook their heads. 

"Why was he so mean?" Wakko asked finally. "I thought-I thought he'd like us."

Yakko brought them both in for a hug. "Some people are just mean," Yakko whispered. "And need someone to blame their troubles on."

Though neither sibling was willing to bring it up, they could feel Yakko shaking as he said it. Whether from anger, fear, or both, they couldn't tell. And they weren't sure they were willing to find out.

 

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[t4t4t]

my girlfriend and I live in a car together and it's an absolute nightmare, I lose things every day, I can barely get thru the days, we struggle to eat, we struggle to go to the bathroom --- like, grocery stores provide both theoretically but only up to a certain hour, and because Leah got employed before me, I've been sitting in this car downtown for hours and hours for the past three weeks with the only thing available being this one warehouse home goods store that makes me uncomfortable so I only go once a day at most there and maybe once additionally somewhere else before trying to go to sleep as quickly as possible after she gets off --- and so like yeah we have money for food but now she barely has any time to eat it, if I had the ability to give her already prepared food I had made myself she would be eating more. Uh and also trying to make food in the car is incredibly difficult and sad so we only usually buy fruits or vegetables we can eat ourselves and buy a warm burrito somewhere else, but I know that isn't healthy --- it's disgusting, it's wretched, it's awful. We use piss jugs, boxes are breaking, the bed is breaking, we can barely find a change of clothes usually, we can't find books we know we have because they're burried under stuff and we both have adhd and or are just rly forgetful and can never remember where we put things, esp in a dark car. Maybe if we had planned things better but now every day just seems to get harder than the last. I'm literally suicidal every day because of this. I like. We barely have any clothes, let alone work appropriate clothes. Shit tears or is outgrown, don't have the money to replace it usually, so our wardrobe is a lot smaller than 2019 for the both of us but even then we didn't have much or much we liked. I have like one dress that makes me feel good, the rest leave me anxious messes. But not like dresses are usually considered work appropriate, and so on. Trying to use a piss jug when your glasses keep on falling off and your long hair keeps flying everywhere and you have genital dysphoria sure is fun. Oh yeah at least four friendships have been destroyed because I kept on asking for showers as two homeless trans women who both want to keep their long hair. So that's great. I have a place to ask for showers now but only one and I try to only ask for two at most a week and it's not like I can stay for long, so the main focus is always washing hair, and I just have to eat it if I ever get dirty during the day with dirt or sweat or piss. Also yeah even if we did ask for rent from here it would be kinda useless because everywhere is usually concerned about both of us having steady incomes to rent. so. I honestly wish we just knew someone in the area we could park in front of ? But that probably wouldn't help much. We just want a room without conditions. She's scared she's going to get fired because her long hair, she just spent the entire break trying to put it up and she still hasn't and didn't do anything special because she doesn't rly experience doing much special re putting up her hair. We both don't in fact. That was something that has made me really stressed working in food in the past and part of the reason I never want to go back to that among many other things. I think we both struggle with wondering what hairstyles are even possible for ourselves, what actually reduces dysphoria versus worsens it, which is so exhausting and horrifying to think about that we don't. We've never had friends who were able to help us with hair or clothes etc but each other only recently. She's left by now but only succeeded in stuffing it into a hat. I don't know that many places would hire me but also I don't know many places that wouldn't make me suicidal to even look at. I don't have any "skills", barely any hobbies for that matter. I would if I ever had the space or the time, it's always been one or the other.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Not happening. (Not again)

He sighed in pure annoyance and hatred while walking slowly behind the desperate girl that was running and whimpering for help on that filthy alley.

He didn't even wasted his energy running after, because he knew that no matter what, that girl would always come back to him by force or by will. Especially when she didn't want it any more deaths happening because of her curse...

Nobody understanded. Nobody. Eri's blood was essential for reviving the old man's wish and dream... and to free his dear one from her curse.

He didn't had much time...

~

"Sir?" The doctor spoked aprehensively with Chisaki while you got out from the hospital bed "Mind if we talk for just a bit?... alone?"

He arched his eyebrow in pure disgust and annoyance while you giggled and waved your hands up in the air.

"Is okay! I will get out." You looked at Chisaki with a smile before discretely caresing his gloved hand "I will wait for you outside on the waiting room, right?"

"Be careful." He said simply, the moment you closed the door his body immediately froze while his gut told him subsconciously that.. something bad was going to happen.

This usually appeared minutes before he saw you dying...

"Overhaul sir..." the doctor sighed with grief "About your partner's quirk.."

"Spit it out." He growled while glaring daggers at the doctor.

"... you might want to take a seat." The man showed with his palm at the chair in fron of his desk.

Despite being so aprehensive, and dare he say anxious, he sitted slowly, glaring at him for answers. The man sighed, while locking his hands together on the desk.

"She has not much time left." Kai's eyes widened like they never had before on his life, gloves dissapearing in one blink of a eye.

"..what?" He breathed out, his spine going colder and colder by the infuriating tic and toc from that clock hanging on the wall.

"Her quirk. I treated her father once, so I sadly know the deal..." he looked up at Chisaki with a sour expression "Pardon me for asking... but how many times did she..?"

"... I almost lost count. But I guess it was... 119..."

The doctor winced before taking inhaling, preparing to bring the bad news for the young man in front of him.

"Quirks like that have a certain... limit of atturing themselfs... You can guess that by many times she got weaker and more fragile to some of accidents right?" He saw Chisaki nodding a bit trembly.

"That means her body is not taking anymore... Overhaul, I am afraid to say this... but if she suffers another accident or even much loss of blood... her quirk is not going to work anymore and..."

"Will not... be back." He ßaid in oure horror while the doctor nodded sadly, never once expecting to see such a face on the yakusa boss future leader.

"I am afraid so... Her father died by something so indignant, he fell down some stairs, something that it seems normal for us. But his wife told me that he had presented death by the number 119... just like your partner out there."

His heart dropped to his stomach as his eyes remained wide... one more. One more and you would be gone for real...

"You can't tell me there isn't a fucking cure for this." He hissed teh words, griping on his pants so hard that his knuckles turned white.

"Only by a miracle... maybe if her quirl was removed or something, her cells of the body would be slowly recuperating their strenght and health..." he sighed "But that's impossible. Unless you have someone like Eraserhead in your house and keeps using his quirk on her."

He lifted up abruptly from his chair, scaring a bit the man before he nodded and left his room with a bitter and insufferable taste on hsi mouth.

He opened the door and bites his tongue to not just cry and fall on your arms when he saw you reading some magazine and gently waved at him when noticed presence.

One more time.. and he would lose this...

"So. Any bad news?" You asked worriedly before he carresed your cheek, sighing in relief when your face melt in bliss at his touch.

"No. No, nothing of bad news." He lied bitterly before walking besides you "Just warnings for you to be more.. careful."

"Does he know it doesn't depend on me?" You asked sadly, frow returning "It just happens out of no where... you know that."

He sighed trembling before reaching for your hand, pushing you gently for him to be on the side of the street instead.

"I know this better than anyone angel... trust me." He sighed heavily, you tilted your head at his expression.

He wasn't wearing that stoic facade of his... he seemed more... angry? Desperate? Even determined you would guess.

"Kai? Did he said something else?" You pried, only receuving a shake of his head and a squeeze on your hand.

You... had a bad feeling about this... yet, couldn't tell what it was...

~

She stills keep running even knowing that he will get her after... seriously, he knew that childs were dumb but why keep making him waste energy and time?

He doesn't have time for her tantrums. He has to make those bullets for testing, curing his angel and prepared the marketing of the bullets on the underground.

Crush hero society. Cure the world from the hero syndrome. Bring the yakusa back to their glory days.... save his (Y/n)...

Those were the only things that kept him living. That gave a life purpose...

He wouldn't let Pops or his angel down. He knew that. He was going to prove this.

~

"Have you completly lost your humanity Chisaki?" Pops asked in pure horror after interrupting Kai's explanation from his plan.

Again. Again being refused. Why he can't understand that he just wants to repay him?! Is that difficult to get that this is for him and her?!

"... Lost my humanity?" He said darkly, walking slowly towards the elder "You took me in, I just want to repay you."

He lowered a bit his glove with his thumb, the elder catching what was happening before Chisaki continued.

"Lost my humanity you say? Tell me pops. How would you feel if your father figurine turned your ideas down constantly? Or even better yet.." he looked Pops dead in the eye, clenching his jaw while controling himself to not just break down.

"How would you feel if the love and light of your life, simply had a curse that just can't be cured. Keeps dying in front of your eyes every damn time... if you got something to cure them you would take it wouldn't you?"

He aproached even more and his glove fell down...

"Just lay back and relax. Is going to hurt just for a moment."

~

He growled at her sudden pleas starting to come out while she runned and kept looking back at him.

He had to do this. Stop running like a damn pest.

~

"He what?!" You asked in horror while lifting youserlf from the couch, immediately coming to him with hands on his arms.

He was pleased when he discovered that Pops and you grew found of each other... this explained your reaction when he told about his... current condition.

"Kai I'm so sorry..." you said almost tearing while he only stared into your eyes.

"Is not a problem. He is going to be alright soon. I know it." He carresed your cheek before frowing. "What are these clothes for?"

You looked down at yourself and your gym clothes, making a confused noise while looking back at him.

"What's the matter with them? I was going in for a run like I always do. Remember? Around the block?"

His eyes darkened in worry and hatred. No. You couldn't get out. What if something happened?

"You're not going." He growled while you arched a eyebrow at his tone of voice.

He never once lowered his voice with you excluding in some couple fights which were rare... so why?

"Excuse me?" You asked in disbelief "I was going with Ku-"

"Not with Chrono. Not with Mimic. Not with ANYONE." He growled whiel he glared daggers at you "You're not getting out of this place."

You tsked in anger before turning in your feet to walk out before he grabbed your wrist.

"Kai let g-!"

"You're NOT leaving this house. Understand (Y/n)?"

"Give me a good reason then!" You shouted this time, not even caring about how he despised those things.

"You want to just die outside like the other times? Is that it?!" He hissed in pure anger while you gasped in disbelief.

"Chisaki is only around THE BLOCK."

"You can be attacked. Suffer a car accident. Hell even trip in your own foot by how careless you are!"

"Is this worry now?" You laughed bitterly before yanking a bit your hand... without success on getting out of his grasp.

"Yes it is dammit! I'm tired of seing the only light on my dark life dying over anD OVER AGAIN!" He shouted, catching you off guard immediately.

A uncomfortable silence got between teh both of you while he breathed in and out to catch his breath and his compusture back.

He flinched a bit at your hand in his cheek before looking at you.

"I know it hurts... I told you many times that you can let go of me-"

"Like hell I would." He growled, grabbing your hand on his cheek and pressing it even more to hsi face.

You made one of your most sad and broken face before oushing him in for a hug. He catched you again off of guard when he wrapped without hesitation his arms around your waist and buries his face on the crook of your neck.

"... You know that always I will come back to you right?"

He broke at those words... knowing exactly that this time it wasn't true.

He let out a cry and just burried his teary eyes in your neck as his back shocked with every sob pass through his lips.

He couldn't lose you...

~

Ah great... that brat bumped into some hero...

He inhale to remain his compusture and to remain pacient while talking with those socks.

"You should be more careful." He started, Eri looking at him with terror "We don't want to cause any problems for the heroes."

The green haired boy looked up at him with the same look Eri gabe to him while the older and blonde one just gave him a look.

"Let's go home. Eri."

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[madfantasy]

1) Oh, dear Mani, it's so devastating to read what you're writing about yourself. You're a loveliest person and a beautiful artist, and you deserve all the very best in the world. Sorry if it's dumb (I'm from Russia and maybe it's like asking if there're bears everywhere in the streets here) - but is it common in your country or it's just your family? Is it legal to prevent you from socialising etc. or is i just a tradition ?

You are so precious, thank you for your kindness.. I'm so sorry to have to trouble you.. but I can't seem to filter anything lately.. and no, it's not a dumb question at all. One is not expected to know everything, that without mentioning other people's cultures, tbh I hardly know much of mine but what I have encountered..

The simple answer would be— it is common; but it varies.. my family is probably at 8 or 9 out of ten in the extreme levels, I guess this is me numbing it down again, but... anyway, It's not even a religious thing, it's more of old cultural habits and practices—before religious times. It's even -what my family's doing- against what is considered common habits, here. As people are normally extremely, suffocating-ly sociable and curious and inviting and probably won't leave you alone if you haven't made it clear.

I don't know if it is legal or not, I'm sure it is illegal based on human rights alone? I'm always told (as a way of threatening) how parents can call the authorities on their misbehaving children. And it is a thing here, usually if the kids be abusive to their parents (as in beating up their elder parents) or troubling, police escort them to where ever. And I don't want to think of the anti...

As I am assigned at birth this gender- female- automatically I'm shut down by my family of fear of shame and whatever but told it's out of "honourable" protectiveness of their reputation and mine.

Tho they know I am far from being associated with the traits of being that gender (or any) I disliked dress, spoke with no gender pronouns, hated hair styling, make up and all.. I was still been treated as if I am a shame that needs to be kept private in all possible legal ways. As no one of any kind should be..

(Without mentioning that having female child is considered a way to heaven— religiously speaking— and in ancient times, they used to burry their infants females out of shame. How did they still exists is beyond me)

Anyway, to me it meant no contact with the opposite gender at all cost, only sticking to matchings. That means no hospitals if the doctors weren't females, no school trips, no malls, no visiting my schoolmates (next door or not), no public places, no house yard if the fence built too low, no windows (blocking them with cardboards and textured stickers). Was gonna share a pic of baby Mani in a house that has that, but. Literally I remember imaging z hanged picture with cottage in flowery field as the view outside our window, and day dreamed happily about it. (I have no pictures of me in my teenage years, cuz it was shameful to have them, even with smartphones arrived, mine was constantly searched for them) while we received pictures of the extended families children in all of their age groups..

I had to constantly come with excuses to everybody why I can't come see them or why I can't go. I thought being poor was the main reason and it was shameful, and I was embarrassed by my charity cloths and unfurnished homes, I was always told to lie about it, because people would laugh at me if they found out. So I did. And everything made sense until I grew more brain cells and realising nothing have changed, either we be dirt poor or not. People actually offered to pay me food, trip costs, give me coats for the winter, rides to school, to beat off my misfortune when they are able just to include me, yet it was still being rejected.. and I couldn't understand why anymore.

I seen married couples, when ppl forced fam to take me somewhere to enjoy and have fun, the wife is the one running the house, goes out shopping, or just go out for rides, calls the workers for repairs, go places on her own, took taxis, and it was... Normal?!

A cousin of fam came to visit and asked why your children don't go out, why don't you give them money and let them shop their heart's content? They answered, they fear society.. a lie at that time

Maybe it's not something noticeable for outsiders, but cloaks speak of the area's culture and age too. When I came 'of age' I had to cover up in the extremist of ways, ways consider only elderly ppl did, and I always got funny looks when I wore my cloak.

I was never allowed to show my eyes, specially that I wear glasses and can't see with the cover. So I tripped alot and was humiliated for in the streets, trying to make me understand that anything I do is an ' invite' for their eyes..

I was beginning to see the flaws, the lies, the holes in reasons I was offered.. linked together the constant misery that I didn't understand it's reason, since as further as I remember.

Maybe it's not spoken in plain words (until yesterday that is) but all that is just because that I am born under that title..

Women now can drive.. can be their own legal guardian without the need of a male to confirm everything she does (which was what it used to be) she can travel abroad alone if she's over 21.

I'm fighting so hard to exist, and to have basic needs satisfied..

It almost took my soul out begging to have my ID card, until the gov announced fine to those who don't register their females.. I should had my ID 16 of age. Got it 27.. and their excuse is that I didn't have a reason to get it anyway.. as everything goes in my life I asked for... I don't need what I think I need. I don't need to drive.. I don't need to work.. I don't need clothes- I'm fashion thirsty- I don't need to have fun.. I only need to do exactly what they wish. Which drives me crazy as it contrasts with the sacrifices they made themselves for us and everything that we gone through together..

I have to fight and argue and plead to get anything.. I was able to draw while I was furiously I could not, I could speak English as I please while it offended them, still-- they can't speak it--.. and it obviously the only way to express my shut off mind without their interference..

it feels I'm losing a chunk of myself each year nothing changes... And this year everything was tossed backwards so hard I'm constantly dipping into extreme depression.. not to mention how the whole world is suffering too...

Even if I found psychologist, it wouldn't do me any good, remaining under these conditions..

it pains me to share this but I can't see no more point to hide anything or act as if I'm okay..  specially if my art reflects it... It's what I'm able to offer for now.. and I'm so sorry... bless your days with fortune.. all of u..

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