#the scythe sucks but i don’t even care
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This and shidou and date night need i say more?
—𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓'𝐒
cw. SMUT. MDNI! fem! reader. exнιвιтισиιѕм (the tiddies are out). fιngєяιng. pet names (babydoll + baby). one (1) cheeky ass slap. implied nιρρℓe play. implied violence. window fυ¢кιng. it's shidou — he's horrible and fucked in the head! // this man does truly nasty delulu things to my brain chemistry.
oh my GOD you better hope and pray that shidou doesn’t find out how easily he could just have that sexy little dress off your figure in a matter of seconds with a clever twist of his fingers because he will use it to his advantage. shamelessly. in public. he does not care.
he distracts you thoroughly by pawing at the meat of your thighs with his greedy fingers where the silver chains dangle, only to untie the flimsy black straps resting at the back of your neck when you least except it, exposing your bare chest to the cool air outside and everyone else watching in your proximity, but most importantly, exposing you to him. he doesn’t get to leer at your gorgeous pair of tits for long, however, as you scramble to quickly cover some of your modesty with your hands, a horrified gasp falling from your lips as the front of your dress continues to uselessly pool around your waist.
and shidou, like the absolute scummy bastard he is, has the audacity to whine in protest, mind far away from thinking of how to help you cover up and more leaning towards prying your fingers away from your breasts so he can see your pretty, peddled nipples again, maybe lean down and even suck on them a lil’, he’s generous like that.
“ryusei, what the actual fuck? we’re in public, you fucking cockroach!” you snarl, your eyes blazing like the gates of hell. the sight makes shidou’s cock stir in his pants. how he adores it when you get mouthy with him.
“aw, c’mon, babydoll. i haven’t seen your tits since this mornin’, you can’t fault me for wanting another looksie. i even stood before ya so the others wouldn’t see. aren’t i a gentleman?”
his grin is sharp and feral like the slash of a scythe as shidou licks his lips, like the air tastes sugary just from soaking in your embarrassment and heated cheeks. he means every word he says.
you resist the urge to tell him you want to castrate him for sport. knowing him, it’d just make him hornier.
“you’re seriously fucked in the head,” you spit at him instead, squaring your shoulders and spinning around to locate the bathroom and fix yourself up with as much dignity as you can muster in your vulnerable state.
“babydollll,” he giggles after you, all lulls and foreboding. “don’t be like that! ya should’a double knotted.”
to stick it to him, you make sure to quadruple knot the straps of your dress lest he gets any more brilliant ideas of undressing you for everyone to fucking see — a decision shidou makes you regret a couple hours later when he drags you back to his sky-rise penthouse, shoving you up against his floor to ceiling, crystal clear windows, rucking your dress up to sink his thick, unforgiving fingers into your tight heat until your knees buckle from the onslaught of pleasure.
“ryu-seiii,” you hiccup, completely out of it but hungry for more of his punishing touch. “please, uh, i need more, touch me more.”
shidou has the tells of your body mapped out and committed to memory, knows that by now your cute, puffy nipples that you denied him from looking at and feeling up earlier to his twisted heart’s content must be sore and aching for his attention, so he coos at you, void of any sympathy, reminding you this could have all been avoided if you would have just showed your breasts to him earlier like the good little angel you usually were for him.
it’s not like he would’ve let anyone escape without two bulging black eyes if they dared to stare at what was his.
“you know i’d love to play with your tits, babydoll. but i just can’t reach ‘em ‘cause of y’re naughty—” shidou brings his palm down on your exposed asscheeks, your yelp at the sting of his slap drowned out by the lewd squelching of your arousal as he pumps three fingers in and out of you like he hates you. “—little dress of yours. shouldn’t’ve made so many knots, hm? if you untie your handy-work i might reconsider thoouugghh.”
your trembling fingers scramble to the back of your neck again, almost clawing at the neat, sturdy knots you made only hours before out of retaliation, desperate for your sadistic boyfriend to pinch and and abuse your nipples just the way you like it until the flesh is raw and tender.
but when the dress finally slips off you yet again, shidou only pushes you more harshly against the glass, squishing the fat of your breasts into the cold, hard planes, chuckling cruelly as you thrash helplessly in his iron hold while he shimmies out of his pants.
“no, ryu, please, you promised. you promised to play with me mmmf—”
as much as he adores you being mouthy, as shidou shoves his fingers coated with your slick into your mouth until he hears you gag, he thinks it’s time you learned a lesson.
“sshhh, baby. you’ve already been bad today, so be good f’me now, yeah? time to put on a real show.”
then he’s bottoming out in your sloppy cunt in one brutal thrust, fucking you within an inch if your life as you writhe and sob on his suffocating fingers until your mixed juices trickle down your legs and soak into the expensive carpet, putting on a show to any lucky by-walker who happens to peer up at your debauched lovemaking.
because shidou does love you. so much. just like the cockroach you called him — ugly, incessant, and indestructible.
#—ping! new message from (oh-miniso)#yeah i am NOT OKAY over this 😵💫😵💫😵💫#blue lock smut#shidou ryusei smut#shidou x reader#bllk smut#blue lock x reader#shidou smut#shidou ryusei x reader#—riv.fic!#—bllk.thirsts!
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Idling || 8
Previous drabble here.
about this: MK system/fem!reader. Likely an inaccurate and dramatized portrayal of DID. Discussions of self harm, graphic depictions of self harm, and blood.
You, Marc, and Steven plot how to communicate with Jake.
*
Being awake all night destroys your sleep schedule, but neither you nor Marc nor Steven seem to mind when you find yourselves crawling into bed together with the gray early afternoon light flooding in through the window.
“I’m so sorry you were hurt,” Steven murmurs, softly tracing a thumb across the apex of your swollen cheek. When you had looked at it in his bathroom, you had just barely been able to see a blue tint to the skin, hinting at the impressive bruise that would later form.
You cup a hand over his own, enjoying the warmth of his palm against the ache. When the man in the alleyway had hit you, you had felt it in your teeth. Then you remember the wet warmth of his blood splattering across your bare legs when Jake slit his throat and your stomach rolls. That had left a mark on you that would also show in time.
“I’m okay,” you say. Physically, you are. Emotionally, you feel like a barely concealed mess, struggling to hold it together even when it feels like you’re watching the person you love most unravel before your eyes.
Neither of you choose to be the little spoon, deciding instead to embrace each other and fall asleep that way, uncomfortably warm but desperate for each other, holding on as if you were each other’s only lifejacket in a roiling ocean.
Briefly, you wake at one point to find Marc snacking, his eyes dark and distant even as he watches you. Your face throbs. Reaching up gingerly, you feel that your eye is swelling. His expression dips into even more dangerous territory. Once he comes back to bed smelling of toast, you both fall asleep again, and neither of you wake until the sun is setting once more.
Marc jolts you from sleep by shouting, rolling until his body presses you into the mattress protectively. All around you, the room seems to shake, wind rustling your hair even as you cling to Marc’s shoulder, shouting into his neck, “What’s happening?”
“Khonshu, stop!”
All at once the wind dies and the furniture stops its trembling. You don’t, adrenalin making your body shake like a leaf in the wind even as Marc rolls out of bed—unaffected by this supernatural display of fury—and begins to point his finger towards some spot nearer to the ceiling than the floor.
“You manipulative son of a bitch, I don’t care where your sidekick is!” Marc shouts.
Great, you think, eyeing the empty air Marc is shouting at. More conversations I only get to see half of.
“Yeah, well now your game is over. Release us, all of us, or—“ Marc pauses, face darkening with whatever the invisible god replies with. “—or I’ll contact the Ennead…good standing? They can hardly stand you at all!”
You slip from the bed, knees still weak from the fear of being woken so suddenly and violently. When you put a hand on Marc’s shoulder, he barely spares you a glance. “Marc,” you try. “Translate for me here. What’s going on?”
“No need,” a baritone voice booms.
You suck in a breath, only barely repressing the instinctual urge to scream. They had warned you about Khonshu—described him as best as they could during their rare moments of willingness to recount the old god and their servitude to him—but nothing could prepare you for it. The sheer scale of him, the unearthly wind that rustles his wrappings, the massive skull which reminds you of a scythe ready to cut the both of you down like stalks in a field.
“Now that I have regained the favor of the other gods, I am once again powerful enough to show myself at will,” Khonshu says.
Marc’s eyes flicker between you two. “You—can see that thing?”
“The ten foot tall fossilized bird? He’s hard to miss,” you gasp, breaths coming fast and shallow.
Marc’s head bows, forehead pressing against your shoulder. Maybe it’s with relief: he isn’t alone in this nightmare anymore, is he? He’s finally been given third party confirmation (from someone who isn’t a cult leader) that Khonshu exists. Your racing heart feels fit to break. How much more fear does Marc carry inside himself that he hasn’t yet spoken of?
You reach for his hand and squeeze his fingers. “Fill me in. What’s going on?”
“My Moon Knight did not answer the call to justice,” the bird says. Agitated, he strikes his staff against the wooden floor, and the books on Steven’s shelves rattle dangerously. “Where is Jake Lockley?”
“Gone for good, if we’re lucky,” Marc grits out.
“Is that good?” Marc’s expression grows stormier, if possible. You rush to explain, adding: “You know better than I would. Before I met you, I didn’t know anything about DID. Can alters—I don’t even know what word to use. Dissolve? Disappear?”
Marc rubs at the furrow between his eyes. “I don’t know as much as you might think. Whatever I could read on the internet. I checked out a couple books on it from the Chicago Public Library once. I’ve got a hell of fine waiting if I ever go back.”
“Discuss this on your own time,” Khonshu bellows. “The sun has set. This time belongs to me. I grow tired of dealing with your fractured mind, Marc Spector. If Jake Lockley doesn’t present himself to me before sunrise, tell him that our agreement is no more.”
The god disintegrates into golden sand blown into the void by an unfelt wind.
“That doesn’t sound good. What does that mean?” you wonder aloud.
“I don’t know.” Marc glances at the mirror. He begins a fiery back and forth with Steven; it kills you to only be privy to half the conversation, but you keep quiet. The last thing they need is you inserting yourself into an already tense discussion; especially when Steven’s opinion on the next step should hold much more weight than your own.
“No. That’s not an option…okay, first of all, what gave you the impression that this bastard is even open to negotiation? Was it the casual alleyway homicide or the months of secretly using our body like a murder puppet? No, buddy, you listen! If there’s still a wall between us and him, who the hell would he have to negotiate with in the first place?...” In the silence of Steven’s answer, Marc’s eyes flicker to you for the briefest moment. If you hadn’t been watching him so closely, you might have missed it or excused it as a trick of the light. Jaw clenched, he glares into the mirror. “Out of the question…it isn’t a matter of trust, of course I trust—them.”
“Don’t do that,” you mutter. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here. You aren’t even good at it.”
Marc holds up a finger, like you’re some child tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and interrupting a grown-up conversation. “Just, give us a minute, will you?”
It’s on the tip of your tongue to snap at him, to say that you can give him plenty of minutes and then storm out. But god help you—you love him. And you know that whatever the next twelve hours bring, he shouldn’t have to face it alone. So instead, you let your jaw shut with a click of your teeth and you focus on counting your breaths, letting Marc’s voice melt into the background. Your face throbs with every heartbeat, so you begin to keep count.
“—hey.” You open your eyes, unaware that you had closed them. Steven is there, face solemn. He reaches out and cups your cheek in his burning palm. “Are you alright?”
“Not really.” You hold up your thumb and finger, the space between them small. “Maybe this much alright. Which is probably still more alright than you.”
“Spot on, you are. Always are.” He sits on the bed beside you, the mattress sloping with his weight until you lean into his body. He smells freshly showered. Jake must have done that while you were at the station answering questions. When you catch a whiff of cigarette smoke, you shiver. It’s probably just in your head. “Don’t take this the wrong way. But Marc convinced me that maybe it’s best if you aren’t here when we try to make contact with this new bloke in our brain.”
“Et tu, Steven?”
“I’m only thinking of you, love,” he says. “It’s not going to be so easy as sending up a smoke signal or sending this Jake a text. He comes out in less than ideal circumstances, doesn’t he?”
You pull away from him to stare, eyes raking over the exhausted lines of his handsome face. “What the hell are you two planning? To nearly get yourselves killed and hope that Jake pops up at the last second like a mole in an arcade game?”
“What, and let him level a city block to save us? No!”
“Then what?”
The look he gives you is so tenderly sad, the silence dragging on so long that you know it must be bad, a truly terrible idea, and the worst idea you can think of—
“I won’t let you hurt yourselves,” you whisper to him. Grabbing his hand, you pull it from your cheek and squeeze it tight, his fingertips turning dark from lack of circulation.
“I don’t think he’d let us,” says Steven.
“I don’t think it would work, anyway. What you and Marc think lures him out…I think you’re wrong.”
Steven blinks. “If you’ve got an idea and you’re holding back, by all means—“
You take a shaky breath, and then you tell him.
*
Jake runs until his legs give out.
He gets nowhere.
A dense fog clings to the ground twenty or thirty yards in front and behind him. Beyond it, who knows what exists. Nothing, probably. Nothing here is real, Jake thinks, clutching at his hair. Not even me.
Despite the distance he must have traveled, every so often he finds the cab appearing from the fog ahead of him, ever-idling at the curb, smoke drifting from the exhaust. No matter what turn he takes, he always ends up there. The cab. The apartment.
He glances up at the building where Marc grew up and spots a curtain twitching, long dark hair of a woman gone in the blink of an eye. The sight of her makes his stomach roll, palms damp even as they clench into fists, prepared for violence.
“No me puedo escapar de ti, mamá,” he mutters to the ghost of her. His first failure. Turning away, he resolves not to look anymore lest he see her again.
Running is useless, but he isn’t prepared to sit inside the warmth of the cab again. He can’t bear to hear the pain he has caused Marc and Steven.
And you.
He wasn’t sure if they had told you about their time in Khonshu’s service, but when you looked up at him from the dirty London alleyway, you had done it with recognition. Familiarity that he hadn’t earned and didn’t deserve.
Jake didn’t always murder petty thieves. He killed discriminately—in self defense. Other murderers. Rapists. People who sold other people like cattle. But those thieves from the alley had chosen the wrong woman to target. He isn’t delusional enough to believe he holds any claim to you, no matter if you hold and caress and kiss the body he shares with two others—but you are important to his headmates.
And the thief had hurt you.
No. Jake feels no remorse, except that he had not arrived sooner and that you had gotten blood on your dress.
Jake turns his back to the cab, rests against it and lets his body slide down to the ground. He wishes for sleep, the blissful unawareness he gets when the Body rests.
A sound jerks him from his self-pity, the shrill ring of a telephone. Across the street from him rests a payphone which had not been there just a moment before.
Dread curls in his gut. It’s for him. He knows.
The plastic of the phone is damp and cold when he lifts it from the hook and holds it to his ear without speaking.
“—looking for Jake,” spills out your voice. “If you’re there, please come…forward. Front, I mean. Please front. I am looking for Jake. If you’re there—“
Jake hangs up the phone.
It begins ringing again, almost immediately. This time he leaves it, stalking back towards the cab. He won’t go back. Marc and Steven are better off without him. He takes his seat again, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back against the driver’s door. The phone rings for so long that it becomes white noise and he is only jerked from his thoughts when it stops, the silence deafening.
His shoulders drop. How long had he expected you to try, anyway? It’s finished. Now he can relax.
Except his heart has begun to race. Fast, then faster, his chest heaving to keep up. Then he realizes that it isn’t his heart that’s pounding. It isn’t his growing panic and fear. It’s…the Body’s.
Jake is so rarely called to front that it always feels like the first time: the rising sense of wrongness, the bitter taste of fear in the back of his throat, the heart—one thing they all share—feeling like it is about to beat out of his chest. Something terrible is happening.
He told himself that he wouldn’t go back into the apartment. He knows what waits there. Reality, memory, fantasmas. He isn’t ready to face a world where Marc and Steven—and you—know that he exists. He isn’t ready to be seen.
But he is needed. And he will die doing what he was made to do. Protect the Body. Protect the System. Protect You.
Letting out a heavy breath, he picks himself up and turns back to the apartment. The door is open, just a crack.
It’s as good an invitation as any.
*
And he isn’t sure what he expects when he blinks hard to clear his vision. Fronting to protect Steven and Marc usually means violence—violence being inflicted on them, violence that he must inflict. He’s come to the front in a stifling uniform in Iraq. In a truck driving along the precarious curves of the Alps. On a rooftop in Cairo with a throbbing headache.
In the flat.
His face is wet. His throat is raw. His wrists throb where they are secured with handcuffs behind his back, tethering him to one of the wooden support beams. Instinct has him pulling with all his strength, deepening whatever wounds Marc and Steven have already received in their own struggle, but in an instant he goes unearthly still. Looking at you.
You, sitting cross legged on the floor across the room, knife held loosely in your shaking hand, the blade poised to do yourself more damage. Blood drips from the wounds on your arms, three parallel marks each grow deeper. In nothing but the moonlight streaming through the window, the blood dripping into your lap is black like oil.
It makes sense then, what had frightened Marc and Steven so much.
“Hi, Jake,” you gasp through your tears. “Thought that might get your attention.”
*
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Konan’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki
From Zetsu
If I keep the bodies OUTSIDE is it a problem then??
Rather angelic-looking with the paper wings.
A 72-hour gengetsu just because he thought I was going to eat it?! Cat isn’t even my favorite meat!
Ah but you’re much more diplomatic in handling their complaints.
I’ve tried but you absolutely cannot reason with him when it comes to money.
It may be time to change hideouts soon, the two young ones have attracted too much negative attention here.
From Itachi
It was so good, thank you!
I appreciate the touch of color.
Kisame’s not here Kakuzu said he’d charge me and Deidara laughed. You are my last hope. PLEASE come and KILL THIS SPIDER 😓
Please come with I know you’d enjoy yourself.
The last time I rode on one he made it do a flip mid-air and I almost fell into the ocean. And he laughed so hard he threw up 😒
Define “too much” cake 🤔
He helped suppress the coughing but fever’s still pretty high.
I can take them in small doses.
From Sasori
Don’t worry, an issue like that is almost child’s play to correct surgically.
You’re one of the few that I DO trust, my dear.
I’ll give it back when I decide he’s not as annoying anymore.
If I could eat I’m sure that would be delicious.
I love him more than anything but that arrogant brat can never actually KNOW how much I do.
Put a few drops in your tea, you’ll sleep like a baby.
You and Nagato should really raise the standards for whom you decide to recruit into this organization.
Please accompany me; I’m sure you’d love the wildflowers.
You either move his room down the hall or he’s becoming my next puppet.
From Kakuzu
I understand but we can’t afford it at the moment. Those three will just have to bunk together for the time being.
Thank you, my dear.
Harsh BUT it saved us hundreds.
Never anyone who didn’t fully deserve it.
Trust me, in the long run it’s a good investment.
Sasori may be better suited to treat that than myself.
I’ll speak to him about it but it’s like talking to a wall.
Purely an accident. A needed one, but still.
If they do it again I’m decapitating them both.
From Deidara
I mean I never have, but if I did, she couldn’t be anyone but YOU 💛
Omg Omg OMG I HAVE DIRT ON HIDAN YOU NEED TO HEAR!!
We were sword fighting! Shit I didn’t know that was Leader’s cane 😣
We can both make birds. Paper and clay.
Idk I mean I kinda think that he likes me or something but I’m with Sasori so 🤷🏼♂️
My eyes feel fucked. I tried on Uchiha’s glasses, that bastard is BLIND af! I didn’t even think they could make lenses that strong!
Come with us fishing I swear you’ll have fun! I’ll bait your hook so you don’t gotta touch the worms 😁
I’m not sure but I bet a C3 would solve the problem.
He stuffed half a roll of toilet paper in there and flushed. He thought it’d be funny.
From Kisame
There’s no way you’re going alone. I’ll come with you.
My thanks. Samehada appreciates such treats.
Woman or not you’re quite strong aren’t you?
No need to cook mine at all. I prefer raw.
I could teach you if you wish. It’s a good skill to have.
Please join us for tea?
It’s outside your door. Thank you again.
Zetsu got to him first 😤
Itachi isn’t feeling up to it. Would you care to accompany me? The moon makes it very bright.
From Tobi
He bit me first!
Kisame ate them because he said he wanted a snack 😔
He DOES love me he just doesn’t know it yet!
Wanna see the spider I found in the garden?
I borrowed your lotion and i accidentally used it all 😓
Game night game night GAME NIGHT!!!
Blue. Like Senpai’s eyes 😌
Can I lick the spoon when it’s done?
No I saw Kakuzu kill him three days ago
From Hidan
Yeah but my intentions were good for once!
Pls come show me how to do this I keep burning it 😓
Oh yeah I forgot … haha don’t freak out I’ll replace it
You wanna come with? I bet you’d be great at it!
Tell him he can suck my dick, I ain’t doing that 🤷♂️
We’re gonna loot it, I’ll bring you back something cool!
Ngl you’d look HOT with my scythe 😍
I’ll beat that skinny twink’s ass 😤
Yeah but like he’s skin and bones that’s just kinda creepy
I guarantee if you just listen to ONE sermon you’ll convert!
From Nagato
The prettiest thing you could ever wear is that gorgeous smile of yours ❤️
Well it’s far too late to replace them so I suppose we just have to deal.
Are you joking? Yahiko would have killed me!
Should have been a dating service and not a criminal organization, eh? 😂
Sasori said it would help ease the pain for when I’m standing.
Woke up today thinking of Chibi. I miss him 😞
No but if you come sit on my lap I bet I could make it better 😉
What about the others? Do they seem happy with it?
If I never see another drop of rain for as long as I live I’ll die a happy man.
My God how do you manage them?! I had to talk to Deidara and Hidan by myself and I thought I would kill them after the first two minutes!
I don’t care. You’re beautiful no matter what.
Well we could always say we’ve disbanded the group, turn them loose, then hunt them for sport 😊
#konan#text message#texting#the akatsuki#nagakona#nagato x konan#Akatsuki Daily Texts Series#nagato uzumaki#deidara#sasori#kakuzu#hidan#zetsu#tobi#kisame hoshigaki#itachi uchiha
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Characters and Listeners Incorrect Quotes - Scythe Audios Edition
I was so patiently waiting for an episode of Atrocity series until my day was ruined when I saw the news. I was eager to see L.L and discover her powers, but noooo 😒. I wish for Scythe only the best and take his time.
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Siren, watching Sweet Cheeks: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Sweet Cheeks, so demure…
Siren: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?
Sweet Cheeks: *screaming*
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Twinkle: Okay, help me, please!
Maverick: Got two words for you.
Twinkle: I bet they won't be helpful.
Maverick: Your problem.
Twinkle: I was right.
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V: You know, I used to play back in my gory days.
Cherky: You mean glory days?
V: Ah, that too.
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Livana: I mean. Gray's just standing there now.
Alpha: Waiting for me, I guess.
Alpha: But it's okay, I think they've pretty much settled down.
Livana: Settled down?
Alpha: Well, they only stabbed me once.
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Twinkle, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?
Cheeky: Yeah, sure.
*A few minutes later*
Cheeky: Here you go.
Twinkle:
Cheeky:
Succubus: Why am I here?
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Goddess: Everyone thinks you suck.
Twinkle: I think you have the wrong number…
Goddess: Cheeky?
Twinkle: Nope. Twinkle.
Goddess: Well, you probably suck too…
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Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.
L: Which one? I have seven.
Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.
L: Which one? I have seven.
V, distantly: HEY!!!
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Twinkle: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!?
Maverick: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.
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Marcus: Time for plan G.
Kreed: Don’t you mean plan B?
Marcus: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Cal: What about plan D?
Chosen: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Kreed: What about plan E?
Marcus: I’m hoping not to use it. Floofster dies in plan E.
Cal: I like plan E.
Floofster: D:
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Hunter: Just be careful, Demon Girl!
Demon Girl: *heading out the door* I'm always careful, Hunter!
Demon Girl: It's everything around me that's careless.
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Killian: I have a plan.
Julian: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.
Killian: …
Julian: …
Killian: I no longer have a plan.
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Dark Rose: I'm going to get myself some soup.
Vallakay: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot.
Dark Rose: Pfft, I won't burn myself.
*30 seconds later*
Dark Rose, entering the room: I burned myself.
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Alpha: Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego.
Alpha: My facebook photo is a landscape.
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Twinkle: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.
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Atrocity: Little Love, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?
Little Love: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?
Atrocity: I’m never asking you anything ever again.
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Jay Jay: Twinkle, I got suspended from school…
Twinkle: WHAT?!?! What did you do?
Jay Jay: My teacher pointed at me with a ruler, and he said “there is an idiot at the end of this ruler”.
Twinkle: And…?
Jay Jay: I asked which end…
Twinkle, unable to contain their laughter: Okay, you just made my day.
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Your wife tells you after a few years together that she fell in love with another man and wants a divorce. She also asks you to agree that she takes your two children with her and give them a normal life and normal family without all the vampiric problems and dangers coming from Karlheinz.
“All this time, after everything we’ve experienced together… You dare wag your tail for another man? Ah, I see. You’re just like that woman from my human days. My poor, wretched mother. It seems all women are destined to betray their loved ones eventually. You’re only further proof of this... And you have the audacity to claim the children as your own as well,” he hissed with balled up fists. “Do you not trust me to care for our family?! You, of all people…!”
Enraged, the Vampire rapidly teleported until the woman he once called his wife collided into the cement of the wall, spine shattering and jugular crushed under his white-knuckled grip, mere croaks for air escaping her throat as the life began to vanish from her dulling eyes.
“Foolish woman,” stormy blue jewels glared daggers into hers, “do you have a death wish? I revealed all of myself to you... We fostered a family together, and endured many hardships during our relationship, and yet… You’ve found someone else?! Who is he?! I shall tear both of you limb by limb until you are no more. Oh, but don’t worry… no one should know better than you that I quite enjoy toying with my food before indulging,” an ominous smirk rose on his lips, gaze fixated on her reddened neck. “What shall it be? Whipping you for each time I let you out of my sight to sneak off with someone else? Burning you alive beyond recognition from the hips down until your legs can no longer carry you? Pouring water down your throat and into your stomach then stomping on your abdomen until I make a human fountain out of you? Or perhaps… restraining that lecherous body of yours. Ah, yes… a dog on a leash can only stray so far, after all.”
Tightening his chokehold around his wife, Ruki imagined his hand as a makeshift collar and how badly he wished to imprison her so that she could no longer obtain even the slightest opportunity to pursue love elsewhere. Although he did not have the materials necessary in hand, a far better idea came to mind.
“Clearly you’ve forgotten who your one and only master is. I’ve gone too easy on you… too gentle,” he sighed, inclining his head into the crook of her neck, sharp fangs grazing over the delicate skin. “Tonight you shall know the true meaning of being sucked dry.”
A resolute growl escaped his lips as the Vampire scythed his fangs into the erythemal adipose and raked in its wake large punctures of spurting crimson, rivulets of blood dripping down his chin and staining the silk of his shirt without a care for sanguinary besmirchment below, hands now pinning both of hers above her head against the wall. One lowered to rip through the garments obscuring the ample flesh of her chest, his next target. Gradually she grew weak, trembling and nearly collapsing onto the floor had it not been for his strong hold. Each bite was glorious, powerful, titillating.
“Mmh… Lament your fate… Weep in agony… Haah… Have a taste of hell…!!”
Delectable life essence continued to cascade down his throat until the pliant body in his grasp paled in complexion, unresponsive and lifeless.
“You who have chosen a life of infidelity… I grant you release from your forlorn existence. Now, perish.”
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i am verrrrry slowly getting through the manga now :} and I apologize bc this message is probably going to get long akjdsjsh I tried to be coherent somewhat I prommy
yeah, even being newer to this series I could feel the difference in characterization between the manga compliant and non-compliant portions. and for the most part the anime only is REALLY bad 💀💀 the ghost episode was such a slog to get through I totally understand why my roomie showed me this season last. but at the same time there’s some bits I really enjoyed??
Again, still working on the manga, so maybe some of my complaints will be addressed later. I dunno if this makes sense but in a lot of the non manga portions of season one Sebastian felt like he had more ,, character to him?? I don’t know the right word. But like, him yoinking ciel when ciel was in danger, despite that going DIRECTLY against orders was interesting to me. And then ciel getting angry at him when detective guy died protecting ciel bc Sebastian didn’t do anything was a cool bit as well (though detective death had like zero impact they tried REALLY hard to make us care but it was so rushed). Sebastian also just felt like he had more snark in general. I feel like in the other bits I watched he was more just another extension of ciel and just does whatever ciel says without question. whereas in the anime bits the whole the like, nature of the contract is brought up more and bc of that we get to see a little more into Sebastian’s character and how he really feels?? I don’t know if that makes sense sorry 😭 I liked (for the most part) the characterization he got though
Also I loved how many more supernatural entities the anime got. Like there’s more than one demon, there’s ghosts (even though the episode SUCKS), angels, a hellhound, whatever the hell might be going on with Lau- I was shocked when my rookie said that there’s like, nothing other than Sebastian and the reapers in the manga itself (though she also hasn’t caught up fully so???). Hannah was fun in the time she lasted and I’m weirdly interested on the triplets. Why did they seem to be serving Hannah in that one flashback sequence? Is there a demon hierarchy? What’s it like? Also- how do demons come to be?? At the end of two ciel becomes one via Hannah’s contract with alois in his body so like??!? Can demons just do that to anyone anytime or what? (Also, Can demons make contracts with beings other than humans? Can demons die? PLEASE I NEED LORE).
Im a sucker for Angel themed villains also so I was kinda excited for that in s1 but.. it was. meh. It certainly doesn’t help that the male form of the Angel looks EXACTLY like one of my fav characters from another franchise, Namely Joshua from (neo) world ends with you, who coincidentally is also an Angel. like that’s just a character I already like but written worse and much more annoying and I don’t like him at all actually. Josh solos
No Ronnie this season which :’) my roomie told me ahead of time but I miss him still. wish we had more reaper lore though. Why is will so opposed to over time. What does he even DO when he’s not working. do reapers have like.. anything to do outside their jobs? Do they even get paid? why did grelle’s chainsaw get stopped by a coat getting caught in it I thought that stuff could slice through anything (same for Ronnie’s lawnmower thing during that one time in his intro in 2- like guys ur scythes are kinda ass if they break this easy. undertaker had the right idea keeping a basic design 😭) WHY DOESNT EVERYONE HAVE A LITTLE GLASSES CHAIN THINGY LIKE GRELLE? Ronnie lost his glasses At one pint I’m pretty sure will lost his glasses at another guys just get the. Stupid chain pls yall rely on ur eyesight it’s so much more convenient to have that thingy so ur glasses don’t get lost. grelle girlbossing here she has the right idea cmon man
(sorry I fuckinh love the reapers head full so many thoughts on them SPEAAKING OF-) the books that wrote peoples lives as they were happening was such a dumb anime only inclusion. We paused the episode for like 20 minutes JUST to complain about it- it’s an ultimately stupid choice (the library is sick though just make it a film library) that feels like it was made purely for the stupid death bookmark thing- which also was a stupid idea because that’s way too OP and it was made to fix the DUMBEST possible problem the writers could’ve written. A locked room?? Really?? That’s the barrier we need to overcome? didn’t they TELEPORT TO THE LIBRARY OR SMTH I am going insane I hate the books so much. the film aesthetic is so much better the books are confusing and stupid I am glad they’re not canon. If it was a like, they used to use books but then film was invented thats be neat. It’s funny to imagine the reapers going digital as time progresses but the books being used at the same time as the cinematic record pisses me off SO MUCH
undertaker reveal was funny though. like. obv doesn’t live up to book of Atlantic but the writers didn’t even try to make it hype they just made it a heehoo silly and I think it was for the best, it was a good moment.
The writers were trying to squeeze in condensed versions of greater arcs and important moments where they could and I think for the most part they did ok. the doll guy was clearly just a Walmart book of circus and then undertaker reveal.. like it was fine. Them killing off Lau was .. odd. I don’t get that. That whole arc was confusing. I do not understand the butterfly thing- is that in the manga too? it perplexed me and my roommate didn’t seem to get what was going on either
ack. I’ve more thoughts on this probably I just can’t remember em rn. overall I liked the anime I think but I can’t wait to read the manga- sorry for the rambling I hope it’s fine sjdhshshsh
AGH THIS RAMBLING WAS SO FUN TO READ!! so happy to have you in my ask box again btw
i completely agree w you on your opinions of the anime and the different characters that originate from it. i hATEEEEE ASHHHH!!! SM. grelles characterization in jack the ripper was very nice, right? she was her usual simpful self, but she also was such a powerful maniac(and i love her for that <3). after that shes almost purely comic relief. they make her so weak(when she couldve most likely won against undertaker in bota if sebastIAN FOCUSED ON HIS GOAL INSTEAD OF SHOWING OFF). she barely does anything to contribute to the legit lore of the anime.
i can assure you, theres more non-human entities than demons and reapers in the manga. book of the atlantic happened, right? they had the bizarre dolls in there. i wouldnt consider them human.
im glad you love the reapers! id love to see you join the reaper side of tumblr. i adore them and their found family theyre so goofy. as for the glasses chain thing, i do agree it would be more convenient, but i like grelle bein a little more unique <3
dont be afraid to pop up in my ask box again!!!!
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To See Your Face Light Up Once More
summary: You and me together, for life. That's how it was supposed to be wasn't it? Wasn't it?
word count: 3,086
pairings: Alfredo/Trevor, Jack/Geoff
warnings: Major Character Death, depictions of violence
also available on AO3
(listen to this song while reading for added emotions!)
It's the plumes of dark smoke high above the trees that pushes the group of travelers to run towards the small village. When they arrive at the source of the rising smoke their worries are proven true.
What meets them is a scene of utter devastation.
The bodies of dead villagers lay scattered through the streets, as if whatever killed them did not care where the slain landed. Roofs, and in some cases entire structures, are ablaze, the heat reaching the group in waves. Children cry in the streets while the wounded try to limp towards safety.
“Lindsay, you and Jeremy round up any kids and villagers that can still walk. Joe can go with you to assist with any of the villagers too injured to move on their own.” The three mentioned nod their heads at Geoff’s instructions and quickly take off into the village.
“Matt and Jack, I want you two to see if you can put out those flames. Some of the buildings have already been lost, but we might as well try and save what we can.” The two men set off as Geoff turns to the last remaining six of his group. “The rest of us are going to sweep the village for any of the fucks who caused this. It looks like the rumors of Shades invading villages are true, so stay on your toes. Even though it looks like they’ve moved on, don’t trust it. They could still be lurking around here somewhere.” The seven remaining exchange glances between them. One or two of the tall, lurching creatures on their own they could handle, but even then it was a tough fight.
“So basically, don’t get got,” Michael says, oddly serious for once, as he unsheathes his sword. Trevor and Alfredo, who stand behind him, mirror his expression. Beside Michael, Gavin has his bow at the ready, while BK's hands are already alight with her magic and Ky looks ready to kill with her double blades glinting dangerously in the light of the fire.
“Basically,” Geoff says with a sigh as he rolls his shoulders and leads the group into the village.
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Alfredo looks up from the body of one of the Shades he’s just killed, it’s purple blood seeping into the ground under his boots, just in time to see a small girl dash across the village square. He thought Lindsay and Jeremy had gathered all the children and guided them to safety by now, but it seems this one had hidden herself away. She trips on a piece of wood discarded by one of the burning houses and she falls hard to her knees with a cry.
"Hey! You need to get out of here, it's not safe," he yells as he runs towards her. The cut in his side where one of the Shades nicked him protests the sudden movement. The hand he had held over the wound had stopped the bleeding, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it has opened again. He grips his sword tighter as sweat makes his palms slick, he hasn't pushed his body like this in a while. The last time he remembers feeling this worn was taking out that pack of Growlers outside of Lakeside. There's just something about fighting creatures from the Inner that takes something out of the group of them like no other mundane monster can. Almost like just being in the proximity of these creatures sucks their energy right out of them. He heaves in a lung full of air to try and alleviate the burning in his lungs as he closes the distance between him and the village girl. He just needs to make it through this and then he can let his body rest.
Alfredo is almost upon her when he sees the ink black hide of a Shade draw itself up behind her. He pushes his legs to go faster as the child curls herself into a fetal position tucking her head under her arms. The creature raises it’s scythe-like claws high, gleaming from the sunlight piercing through the smoke, and lets out a horrid screech that makes his blood run cold. He’s not sure how that many teeth could fit into a monster’s mouth.
He realizes in this moment, with dread rippling through him, that he's not going to reach her in time. This child is going to be slaughtered right in front of him with only a few feet left to close between them. He yells out with a hand reaching toward her in a last ditch effort to save her, but something on his right blurs past him. Trevor.
With quick and sure movements the other warrior raises his sword to meet the monster with a clang of metal against the Shade's armored claws. His legs brace against the ground under the weight of the Shade’s claws, it’s gaping mouth close enough to Trevor for him to count every tooth in it’s mouth. Alfredo can see Trevor's feet dig further into the loose dirt underneath him, trying to gain more traction to hold against the weight pressing on him.
“Fredo, grab her,” Trevor yells out. Alfredo can already hear the strain in his voice from the pressing weight as he runs behind the warrior scooping the young girl up in his arms in one smooth motion. Trevor grits his teeth as his muscles start to shake from holding back the creature, it's saliva dripping onto his sword.
With the girl now safely retrieved from behind him Trevor releases his stance and dodges to the right, causing the Shades claws to hit the now empty ground. It screams in what sounds like frustration.
While it’s momentarily distracted by it’s escaped prey Trevor brings his sword down hard on the soft flesh of it’s left side, but the creature is quick. It meets his sword with crossed claws and lets out a screech loud enough to make Trevor’s ears ring. The Shade tries to strike with one claw after another, but Trevor's sword meets it at every point. The two are caught in a stalemate now, matching each other blow for blow, as both human and monster put all they have into killing the other.
Alfredo quickly deposits the child at the edge of the village where Lindsay urgently ushers her to the other villagers that have escaped over the hill. He sucks in a lung full of air and turns to return to the battlefield. He needs to get back to Trevor.
A few minutes later Alfredo gets close enough to the battle between the two to realize that something has changed. To others it would look like Trevor is holding his own under the strain of the monster’s unrelenting force, but Alfredo knows him too well. He can see the way Trevor’s knee has lowered towards the ground, almost kneeling, and how his arms are shaking slightly from the strain of holding his sword up against the relentless onslaught of the Shade.
Alfredo sprints toward the pair and raises his sword with a yell, ready to bring all the power he contains down upon this creature's head. He lets the anger and fear from seeing his husband kneeling below the creature flow through him and into the sword in his hands. With a satisfying squelch his sword lands its mark in the creature's soft side and it lets out a pained screech. The Shade’s attention is quickly directed towards Alfredo as it turns to face him, leaving it’s back open for Trevor to attack.
Just like they had practiced many times in the many years they have known each other, one distracts while the other attacks. The maneuver has gotten them out of numerous situations and this one would be no different, Alfredo is sure of that.
Trevor lands a hit on the creature’s back as Alfredo dodges it’s claws by rolling to the side. He feels the air rush past his face as he narrowly misses the Shade’s claw. Just as sudden as the feeling of hope grows in him, that this fight may soon be over, he is knocked several feet away by the creature’s mighty claws. He lands on his stomach and all the air in his lungs is pushed out in sudden exhalation from the impact. With a grunt he pushes himself up to his knees and wipes the dirt from his eyes with the back of his hand. A yell from Trevor snaps his head up. With his chest heaving Alfredo begins to rise to his feet as he watches Trevor stab his sword into the monster’s neck, purple blood oozing instantly from the wound.
Time feels like it slows down for him as the Shade stabs one of it’s black claws deep into Trevor’s stomach, the sinisterly sharp tip of it poking out of his back. Alfredo feels ice fill his chest and spread through his veins as he begins to run towards him yelling out Trevor's name. His heartbeat is pounding in his head with each breath he takes and he feels like his feet are moving through mud. It almost feels like he’s been put under one of Matt’s spells.
Trevor takes a staggering step back, his eyes shooting down to the wound in his stomach- to the claw that wasn’t there a few seconds ago. The Shade, now dead, falls away from him bringing it’s embedded claw with it with a sickening noise that Alfredo would hear in his nightmares for years to come. Trevor looks up at Alfredo with a look of confusion on his face and his hand goes to the gaping wound in his stomach. He looks down at his blood covered hand and then back up at Alfredo.
Then he falls.
Alfredo catches him just in time to stop the other man from falling to the ground. They both go down and Alfredo pulls Trevor to his chest, cradling the other man flush to his body as blood blossoms on his partner’s shirt from the wound in his lower abdomen.
"Hey, hey I've got you. I've got you," Alfredo reassures as he takes in the state of the man cradled in his arms. He watches helplessly as a trickle of blood leaves a lone trail from the corner of Trevor’s mouth down to his neck, stark against the other’s pale skin.
“Matt, Jack, somebody!” The words rip out of his mouth in desperation as he squeezes the man in his grasp ever closer to him. He doesn't know where the others are in the village right now and hopes beyond all hope that someone hears him.
He places a shaking hand on Trevor’s wound to try and stop the bleeding, but some part deep within Alfredo’s mind knows that there is no stopping this amount of blood. It would be a miracle if Matt or even Jack could heal him in the state he’s in. Alfredo looks down, his frantic eyes scanning over Trevor’s quickly paling skin and they finally land on soft brown eyes that he has associated with the word home for most of his life. Even now those eyes only show a hint of the fear Trevor must be feeling.
This can’t be happening- there has to be something Alfredo can do. He racks his brain for a solution, but nothing is coming to him. Nothing fast enough for the severity of Trevor’s wound at any rate.
“I wasn’t fast enough. Got that bastard though,” Trevor chuckles softly as more blood starts to seep from his mouth, staining once pink lips crimson.
“Hey- hey don’t waste your energy on talking,” Alfredo begs him. Trevor winces as Alfredo pushes his hand harder on the wound, but it quickly grows slick with blood.
“Did you- did you get the kid,” Trevor asks as his breathing becomes shallower, those honey brown eyes of his searching Alfredo’s face for an answer.
“Yeah we got her, you saved her.” The last word leaves Alfredo in a sob as despair rocks through his body. He can now feel the cold tears trailing down his cheeks and his nose. They fall onto Trevor’s cheek mixing with the blood already there.
He lifts a weak hand and presses it against Alfredo’s face. "My faithful Braveheart,” Trevor mutters softly, his eyes creasing in the corners in a small smile. Alfredo squeezes his eyes shut as he leans into the touch.
“I love you Alfredo,” he says softly and Alfredo feels the world begin to slip from out underneath him.
“Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” Alfredo asks as he bends over Trevor and presses his forehead against his husband’s. “Please, you can’t leave me like this. Not now. Who am I going to grow old with and make sure these idiots don't get themselves killed?”
Though tears now shimmer in Trevor’s eyes, his words get a soft laugh out of him. Alfredo raises his head and yells out again to whoever can come. Anyone, please. His whole world is bleeding out in his arms.
“Someone has to keep them in line,” Trevor begins to answer. “Make sure- Michael and Jeremy don’t tear down another bar.” Trevor takes a rattling breath as he continues on. “And you have to make sure Matt eats and that Gavin gets some sleep.”
“I can’t- I don’t know how to do this on my own,” Alfredo insists as fresh tears gather at the corners of his eyes. He can now hear the sound of footsteps running towards them.
“Yes you do,” Trevor says with quiet certainty. “And you know why? Because I will be with you the whole way.” Another sob wracks Alfredo’s body and he grips his lover tighter.
“Please, I love you so much Trevor.”
“I know darling. And I love you.” Trevor’s voice is barely above a whisper now and Alfredo hears someone gasp behind him. He can hear who he assumes is Michael letting out a curse and Gavin starts to cry somewhere in front of him, but he doesn’t spare a glance to check.
“I’ll be with you, always. Right here.” Trevor taps the spot of Alfredo’s chest where his heart lay underneath skin and bone. Under any other circumstances Alfredo would laugh at the cheesy line, but all he can do now is let out a low whine of sorrow. He watches as Trevor exhales his breath for the last time and the light fades from those gold brown eyes as his now still hand falls gently to his chest. Someone's screaming and after a minute he realizes it’s him.
"No nonono, Trevor please wake up. Please."
The sobs rock through his body as he curls around Trevor’s still body, clutching the man close to him as he rests his forehead against the other’s chest.
“You have to come back Trevor, please,” Alfredo begs, his voice low enough that he’s not sure anyone else can hear him.
A heavy hand squeezes his shoulder and then Geoff’s kneeling next to him. “I’m so sorry, kid. He was a good man.”
“He was a great man,” Alfredo snaps with tears in his eyes as he whips around to face the leader of their team. The sadness in the older man’s eyes melts Alfredo's anger away immediately as he erupts in a fresh wave of tears. His wails are muffled into the crook of the man’s neck as Geoff pulls him close, his own tears spilling over. All Geoff can do is nod solemnly as he takes in the sight of one of his own lying so still. Though he may have witnessed many battles in his lifetime, it was always hard to lose one of his own. Especially one so young with so much life still to live. He’s grateful for the weight of Jack pressing against him and it makes him feel all the sadder for these two who hadn’t had the chance to experience the rest of their lives together.
Some of their group remain standing in disbelief while others fall to their knees under the weight of reality that they are all now in a world where Trevor is no more. Jeremy kneels, or rather falls next to Alfredo and leans into him as the tears and anguish flow steadily through their group. Matt lays his forehead against Trevor’s unmoving arm with one hand weakly holding onto his sleeve as his body shakes with tears. Ky is sobbing as a tearful BK holds her to her chest and Michael has tears in his eyes as he wraps an arm around Lindsay and one around Gavin, pulling both close to him. Even Joe, who had just recently joined their group, is shedding tears over the man who he had known only for a short time.
Every one of them, in one way or another, had their lives changed for the better by Trevor whether it be through a friendly conversation or through an invitation to join them on their journey. He would always go out of his way to make sure they were all taken care of.
Alfredo looks up at the blue sky above them, now clear of smoke, and wonders how the sun can continue to shine so brightly when the brightest light in his world is now gone?
He almost expects Trevor to jump up and laugh at the solemn faces his friends are making. Alfredo’s heart breaks further when he realizes he will never hear that laugh again, never feel those warm lips against his, never see those brown eyes light up with laughter or happiness.
He recalls, as the weight of his grief tries to crush him underneath it’s heavy hand, the day he met Trevor. Alfredo had just started working in his father's shop when this kid with a grin plastered on his face came barreling through the door, eyes alight with the threat of adventure in them. From then on the two were inseparable. No matter how big their problems or their celebrations the two were always there for each other.
He remembers the first time he kissed Trevor, how his lips had tasted of warmth and fresh strawberries. He remembers the way Trevor beamed like the sun when they were joined in marriage under Geoff's kind words. They had made so many plans, things to do and places to see throughout their lives. Dreams to fulfill. And now the one who shared in those dreams with him lay still in Alfredo's arms.
#rtwriting#ragehappy#alfreyco#team same face#angst#mywriting#i have made myself sad with this so now i will make everyone else sad too :)
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AaAaAaAa | Bian Le | Trial 4.1 | RE: Esmee, Shinjuku
Against all odds, Bian made it- as a human, too. If only she was allowed to miss this trial. Taking one look at her, anyone can tell that she’s not mentally prepared for this. She’s swapped her dresses and robes for comfier clothes, and her makeup has been wiped off her face. Her eyes are puffy and red, with dark circles forming underneath. She looks so tiny and frail. The confidence the woman had built up over the past month was gone (for now).
…But, really, could you blame her?
As much as she wants to curl up and hide, she knows she can’t. Not only because she has to get this right, but she doesn’t trust everyone to give her mercy. As those she loves fall, the Grim Reaper’s scythe is pressed into her hands. You must take the next life. She has to speak up eventually. Get it over with. She can’t look anyone in the eye as she starts speaking.
“I… can’t… do this. But I… I want to… have to keep going. I have to. Even if it hurts, even if… I have to help.
I… I saw… I saw Da- Frank- him. I saw him right… right before…”
Her voice is strained, and she’s fighting against herself to speak. Sorrow. Sweet sorrow. Parting is such sweet sorrow, huh?
“Where I… where I was tonight… right?
I started in Tiger’s room. I… wanted to shoot hoops but… I hit my head on… a basketball. It bounced off the rim.”
She parts her bangs to reveal a small bruise on her forehead, letting everyone see, before parting them back over.
“It hurt… so I went outside. 6:48? Passed the fancy lounge… saw… Frank and Esmee. But Esmee was… sleeping… Frank wasn’t, though. 6:50. Went outside to the courtyard. I saw Avery at pass by at… 6:57. This… isn’t… helpful…”
She sounds like she’s going to choke up at any second. She has to prop her elbows up in front of her to rest her head in her hands, staring down at the floor while forcing the words out.
“...I like being a doll. It’s comforting to feel small. Nobody… nobody is looking at you, or noticing you. And… and you’re much softer that way, so people… aren’t as scared. My head hurt, and… I wondered is possessing one of my fumo dolls would help. 7:15. I possessed the Bian fumo and left my body in a comfy bush. I didn’t… I didn’t want to leave my body out in the open… in case… in… you know...
Being small makes getting around hard… um… I couldn’t get back inside until… 7:25. Dad- augh- Frank and Esmee were still in the fancy lounge… but Esmee got up to leave, sleepwalking and with her bat, and Frank followed after her. I tried to follow them… but… I had tiny fumo legs, and they never saw me, so they left me behind…
…Um… I was very small, so it took me until 7:45 to get up the stairs. I was really tired, so I sat down to watch people. Frank left Lioness’s room at 7:50, but I don’t think he saw me? Esmee walked by at 8:15, and I think she saw me… nothing happened for awhile after, so I got up to leave at 8:30.
I saw Avery head to Panther’s room, and I remembered Panther had books there, so I followed behind… but I don’t know if Avery noticed. I was a little behind, so I got there at 8:35. Um… I scaled the bookshelf when I got there to grab one of her true crime novels. I… I hopped back down and got comfy in the corner… um…
Avery was in Panther’s closet for most of the time. They left at 9:00. Then, I was alone… for… awhile…”
Her entire body shivers as she curls in on herself, whimpering. The world stills for a painful moment. Everything feels too slow around her. Her eyes flick up, several pairs of eyes, down, wood and water, up, eyes, down, wood, and she sucks in air through her teeth. If there were any tears left, they would be streaming down her face. All that’s left are little hiccups and sobs.
“I saw Dad at… 9:41. I think… I think he was looking for me? He seemed relieved to see me… and… he told me to be careful where I left my body when I possessed my doll, since I scared Shin. He said my body was downstairs, in the lounge, when I needed it. Then… he…
He told me goodnight… I said it… it back… and he left…”
She stops there, breaking into more fits of sobs and hiccups. She trembles, but she holds herself up. She has to hold on. Keep talking. Keep pushing. The sooner they pin this, the sooner they are free. Free. Bound. Untethered. What’s that mean? All the words feel cruel, terribly cruel.
“After… ahhh… explosion… I walked… walked… Shin grabbed me from Panther’s room. I didn’t know how he found me, but if Frank told him… it makes sense… Aaah…”
The water rushes underneath her feet. All the heads whip to look at her, and the world speeds. Rugged. Too fast, too fast, washing away the people around her. Everything blurs. She covers her ears and lets out a low whine.
“He was right there... just... just twenty minutes before.. why?"
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My name is Death and the End is here
@spnpocweek day 3: favorite character
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#hey besties i’m actually so excited to post this not sound egoistical or whatever but for the first time in ages i actually like something#that i made#obviously i know i know it doesn’t do lisa berry the justice she deserves she’s soooooo pretty i love her#but i had so much fun drawing this :)#the scythe sucks but i don’t even care#ANYWAYS#here she is#billie#billie the reaper#spn death#spn#supernatural#spn fanart#supernatural fanart#billie fanart#my art#digital art#spnpocweek
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White scars
Chapter 1:
Hot tears sprung from the side of your eyes, the sharp sting of the cold scythe left an open cut atop your left cheek. You stumble back from the impact, holding your cheek as your blood trickles down onto your fingers. In front of you stood Bela Dimitrescu, her hand still holding the scythe, your blood stained the metal. Both of you had been arguing in her bedroom, it was a pretty short fight, but things escalated extremely quickly. It was almost comical how fast her face changed, the icy rage melted into horrified regret. Bela threw the scythe to the ground as if it burned her; the weapon she once loved wielding filled her with disgust. You stared down at the floor, you couldn’t bear another minute in this room with her.
“I- I’m so so sorry- ” Bela began, her hands reaching out to touch you, her eyes wide with panic.
You flinched at her movement, body turned away in a defensive stance. Hurt flashed across Bela’s face, and her hands fell to her side. Blood still flowed down your face, but the crimson liquid did not entice Bela at all.
“Y/N…”
“Please- can I be dismissed,” you whispered, fear laced into your words. “I should go clean up the cut-” you stand up a little straighter, not daring to meet her eyes- “I-I’m sorry My Lady, I won’t forget my place again.”
Bela wished she had been braver, “don’t go,” “I love you,” “please don’t leave me,” so many words she wished she had said before she quietly nodded and watched as you shuffled out her door. She could not even dare to look at your watery eyes, her own heart wilting. Hurriedly, you made a beeline for your room, the bubble of emotion within your chest mere seconds from popping. Your bottom lip trembled as you closed the door of your small maid’s bedroom, yet no tears came. In the corner of the room sat an old oak nightstand, your bare necessities laid atop and clothes within the small dresser next to it; pushed against the wall were your bed, the bedsheets, and pillows taking on a beige hue from years of use. You sat on the wooden stool placed in front of the nightstand, grabbing a rag to wipe away the blood. Looking up into the mirror, you dabbed away the blood, pink and gaping, the wound a grim reminder of Bela.
A sob ripped from your mouth, your shoulders shook as your body could no longer contain your heartbreak. A steady stream of water escapes your eyes, and though you could feel the burning of the cut, your heart burned more; you felt so foolish. You believed you were different. At least different enough to not be hit, but you were wrong. Anger, betrayal, grief all exploded out, bawling into your pillow, soaking it with tears. Part of you hoped Bela would knock on your door, apologize, even beg, but she never came. Little did you know, she was experiencing the exact same thing in her own room; not even her mother, Lady Dimitrescu, could not calm the girl.
You thought back on the argument, your mind replaying the events in your head like a movie-
“Daniela and Cassandra don’t have to hide their relationships with their maidens-” You crawled out from under the bed that Bela had hidden you under- “why do we have to hide ours?!”
It’s been about five months since you and Bela started this...relationship? Could you even call it a relationship? Either way, five months of hiding and secrecy while Cassandra and Daniela could openly express their love to their respective maidens, why can’t you and Bela do the same. Sure, in the beginning, there was the thrill of being caught, the muffled moans in broom closets, and the occasional touches when passing through the corridors, but your relationship changed.
Bela sighed, not this again, “Y/N you know why, I’m the eldest therefore, I must set a good example.” Silk sheets slid off her as she stood to help you up.
“How is being with me not setting a good example?”
“Because-” Bela sat back down on her bed, straightening her black dress, “you know how mother isn’t quite fond of us having pets, especially getting attached to one.”
“Is that what I am to you? A pet.” You paced the floor, anger bubbling to the surface, “if that’s what you are so concerned over, your mother’s approval, I doubt she’ll care if she sees how happy you are.”
Bela stood up, you could see her frustration clear on her face, “I can’t risk anything, she’s my mother, what do you expect.” Anger was not a good look on her, downward turned brows, lips turned into a sneer, her face cold and uninviting.
“I don’t fucking expect anything, Bela! I just want to be with you. Is that so wrong?!”
“Well, I’M SORRY I can’t be PERFECT for you,” grabbing her scythe from her bedside table, Bela’s hands clenched around the handle, a habit that you came to learn meant she was pissed, “unlike you, I hold a position of POWER, not some low-class peasant.”
Not gonna lie, but that hurt you. Hell, you didn’t have a choice, you were fucking kidnapped, for all you knew, you could’ve been a doctor if they hadn’t abducted you a year ago. Smoke was practically blowing out your ears, you stared up into Bela’s ember eyes, they no longer held warmth, the hues swirled dangerously like a predator about to eat its prey. For some reason, maybe because you were so mad, but you weren’t afraid though a tiny voice of reason in the back of your head did tell you to calm down.
In your fit of rage, you decided to take one more jab at her, “at least I’m not always sucking up to be loved like y-”
It happened so quickly, the scythe flew towards you in one sudden swipe. You had barely any time to react or to move. Her face, that beautiful face you would cradle and kiss, that face that held such gentleness, that face morphed into something different, the fear returned.
Eventually, you fell asleep, bitter fear gripping your heart as the nightmares took over. In the morning, you will wake, you will work, back to the mundane order you started in.
Bela stood outside your door, her eyes puffy and red from crying, her throats coarse from her bawls. She placed an ear to your door, she could hear your heartbeat, soft and steady. You were asleep already. If only she had come a little sooner. In all her decades of life, a pain such as this hadn’t touched her. Biting back another incoming sob, Bela hastily morphed back into a swarm of flies and flew off to her room.
“What the fuck just happened-”
Cassandra and Daniela had been watching their heartbroken sister from the shadows, Bela too distracted to notice.
“I can’t think of anything-” Cassandra scratched her chin in thought- “I did hear her say a name, though I didn’t quite catch it.”
“Whatever it is, we better fix it soon,” Daniela cast a worried glance to Bela’s room, “I’ve never seen her like this, plus she’s no fun when she’s sad.”
The two sisters decided, yes, they will help their poor sister. It was only a matter of time before they figure out what she’s been hiding from them.
#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu x reader#resident evil#resident evil village#angst with a happy ending
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i rewatched angels of death with friends the other day so i blame that
also this is, like, five pages. 2,659 words. so it’s a long ride. enjoy <3
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Her eyes twitch as she keeps from them from rolling, face blank as she stares at the smug bastard in front of her. For the past… whatever time, he’s been standing in front of her and babbling about some kind of bullshit she totally wasn’t paying attention to. She just wanted to take the stuff she bought and go home, where her psycho waits.
While it would be so easy to just shut him down and walk out, everytime she tries to back out of the conversation he just keeps bringing up more questions and random shit. It’s when he tries to pull off what he thinks as a sly move that she finally was done with that and everything to do with this.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees his hand move, realizing what he wanted to try and do when it slid closer to hers. In one swift move, she pulls her hand from the counter and shoves them into her shorts pockets, giving the guy a disgruntled look. Her shopping bag dangles from one wrist, crinkling as it taps against her thigh.
“Even though this was so ‘fun’, I got better things to do than this.” She says, turning on her heel to walk away- only to be stopped when she sees a familiar man waiting across the street.
While hidden by the shadows, she can easily recognize the bandages on his hands and peeking out of his hoodie. She heaves a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck, before exiting the store. She ties the bag closed and lets it hang from her fingers, jogging across the street and towards the waiting man.
“Hey, I thought you-!” She’s cut off when he abruptly stands up straight and jerks towards her.
A strong hand grabs her arm and easily swings her into the alley, tugging her a good few feet away and around a corner before letting go. She stares at his back silently, watching his shoulders slowly move with his breathing, then opens her mouth to say- His palm suddenly slams into the bricks, startling her into jumping back and yelping.
He moved so fast she didn’t see him turn around and become so… close. She looks up at him, eyes widening at the wide grin he wore. While similar to his usual grin, something about it was more… heated. His other hand is loosely holding his scythe (she hadn’t seen it when she first spotted him- he must’ve had it in the alley), mostly resting it on his shoulder with the stained blade reflecting the light.
The wall is hard, cold and unforgiving on her back, but she ignores it in favour of the hand suddenly grabbing around her throat. She gasps, sucking in air quickly in case he decided to tighten his grip and choke her.
“Come on, little bitch. Who’s your daddy?” He growls into her ear, scraping the shell with his teeth and nips at it. His eyes narrow at her silence, making him lean in enough that their noses touch. “I said- who’s. Your. Daddy?”
“Can’t seem to- ugh, to recall anyone.” She gasps, mouth dropping open when he squeezes her neck tighter. “Agh- Isaac-”
“Aww, poor little bitch doesn’t remember. It seems like I’ll have to… remind you.”
With one final squeeze, he feels her fluttering pulse for a moment longer before letting it trail off of her completely. He makes sure to keep eye contact, only letting his gaze travel away when he sees her face turn a dark shade of red. As he turns away to take the familiar walk home, she opens her mouth again.
“You’re being ridiculous, Isaac. You know I belong to you and only you!”
Again, he moves so fast she has to take a step back and somehow presses more into the wall. He doesn’t grab or even touch her, only his breath hitting her face as their noses nearly bump together.
“HE TRIED TO TOUCH YOU!”
Her jaw clenches, bottom lip getting caught by her teeth as she holds back another snarky response. He squeezes the handle of his scythe, using it as an anchor of sorts. To keep him from taking his little bratty bitch right then and there in the alley. As much as he wants to stake his claim, he needs to wait.
With a loud huff through his nose, he spins on his heel and snags the bag she had dropped with two fingers. His shoes scuff against the gravel and stone, kicking them across the path.
“Now let’s go.”
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It surprises her that they even reached the living room before he pounced. His scythe and the shopping bag is discarded onto the floor as he reaches out and grabs the nape of her neck, dragging her the rest of the way to their room. She nearly trips a few times, but Isaac just jerks her up and pushes her along.
He doesn't even bother to shut the door before he is suddenly ripping and tearing at her clothes. The material of her t-shirt easily rips apart, exposing her skin to his greedy eyes. He wastes no time in running his hands over her breasts and hips, taking care of her shorts next.
She squeaks and tries to wiggle away while yelling: “Isaac! You can't just-”
“Too bad, you should’ve thought of that before being such a brat.” He grunts, letting the fabric drop onto the floor and going to her panties and bra. “I have no patience for this shit anymore so shut up while I do this.”
“Listen-”
“Like you did with that bastard?”
Her jaw almost clicks with how fast she snaps it closed. When she is finally stripped of all forms of fabric, he sits down and yanks her over his lap.
"Hands under your head."
She swallows, moving her hands from where she was gripping the blankets and crosses them to lay her head on her arms. Without warning, he lands one quick slap onto her ass, gripping the flesh and grins with a cackle when she yelps.
“Now, my little bratty bitch, I’m going to spank you and you are going to count each and every one of them. You misscount? I’ll start over. Give me lip? I start over. You do anything I don’t think is good girl behavior, I start over.” He tilts her head back by grabbing her hair and pulling, leaning over to stare into her glazed over eyes.
“Do you understand my rules?”
“...yes.”
A loud slap, followed by him tugging her hair tighter into his fist.
“Yes. What? Address me properly.”
“Yes, sir.”
He hums, rubbing his hand over the red skin. His finger occasionally pressed onto a dark bruise scattered here and there, remembering when he made those little hickies two days prior. Then, a loud smack echoes around them, being drowned out by her yelp.
"Count."
"O-one."
Smack.
"Two."
Smack.
"Thr-ree~"
Her ears ring from the sound of her own voice and the loud slapping of Isaac's palm on her bare ass. She made the mistake of shifting over his lap after counting to ten, resulting in him growling and telling her to start over. There would be no sitting later, she can already tell.
Slap.
"Tw-twen-twenty…" She gasps, nails digging into her palms.
She waits for another one, but is both relieved and slightly upset that he rolls her off his lap and onto the bed. The cool sheets feel strange on her stinging flesh, but she ignores it as her legs are shoved apart to show her soaked cunt. The inside of her thighs were slick and sticky.
"That really turned you on? What a slut." He scoffs, yet a wide smirk spreads across his face when she whines. "You like being called a slut, huh little bitch? My little slut is more like it."
He trails his fingers up her leg and skirts over her hip bone, pressing his palm against her stomach to hold her down when his other hand toys with her pussy. His fingers slip inside with just a small push, obscene sounds ringing in her ears as he moves them.
“I-Isaac…”
“This cunt is mine, you got that? I caused this mess between your thighs and it’s gonna stay that way.” He purrs, leaning down to cover her nipple with his mouth and strokes his tongue in time with his fingers.
He switches to her other breast as his thumb pushes and rubs her clit, growling in satisfaction when she cries out and bucks her hips up.
“Who do you belong to?” He asks, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes.
She swallows and gasps, before closing her mouth with a bratty grin appearing. Though it quickly vanishes when he roughly scrapes his fingers inside her pussy, aggressively rubbing her g-spot.
“I said: Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”
“Yo-you! Please, pl-EASE~!”
His thumb disappears from her clit and he pulls his fingers out, cutting off any stimulation. He digs his nails into her hips, holding them in place while she spasms and growls at him in frustration.
“Not good enough, princess. Up.”
He grabs her wrist and tugs her up, making her straddle his hips while he leans back onto the mattress himself. His clothed dick rubs her pussy and clit, the material of his jeans sending jolts up her nerves, before he shoves her to sit on his thighs.
“Go on, my little bitch. Take out my dick.” He purrs, rubbing and squeezing her thighs. Maybe if she was a good girl, he’ll make her sit on his face and suffocate him with those thighs~
She whines, going to grind against his leg- only to be stopped when he lands a slap onto her still stinging ass.
“What did I say? Do it before I leave you to squirm.”
She knows he wouldn’t. They both know he wants to jump her and never stop. So, with a small pout, she unloops his belt and tosses it to the floor, popping the button of his jeans and tugs them and his underwear down his thighs until she can pull his dick out. It’s an angry red, drooling precum down the shaft, bobbing when she gently touches it.
As she goes to try and stroke it, he grabs her wrist with a narrow glare. It’s a silent threat, but she picks it up easily and nods with another pout. Her knees sink into the bed as she rises up on them, moving to angle his cock head with her hole. Swallowing the saliva threatening to drool out, she slowly lowers down.
His cock pushes through with little to no difficulty, rubbing all the right places. Before reaching the hilt, she stops and pulls her head out from his shoulder, looking into his eyes with a slightly uncomfortable look.
“Isaac it- I can’t-”
“Come on, you can take it.” He grumbles, digging his fingers into her hip and forces her the rest of the way down. The sudden rough thrust almost makes her cum, but his strength keeps her from moving. “You cum right now, I will put you over my knee again.” Isaac’s teeth abuse the shell of her ear, nibbling enough that teeth marks appear.
He bites the crook of her neck next, before tangling his fingers into her hair to pull her backwards. This allows him to lean down and nibble around her breasts, moaning into the valley between them.
“Fuck, I love your tits. I love how they look with my teeth and marks all over them~”
“With how often you bite me, they never look diffe-RENT!”
She chokes on her words when he suddenly lifts her up and drops her back down, slamming his cock deep inside her.
“What was that, little bitch? Got something to say? Go on, say it.” He mumbles against her chest, picking her up again and letting her fall back down.
Her mouth drops open, the only sounds pouring out being moans and curses. He is easily reminded why his favorite sound is her choking out his name.
“That- ugh, that the best you go-got?” She pants, squealing when he suddenly grabs her throat again.
He falls back flat onto the bed, pulling her with him and forcing the angle of his cock to change. And if the loud sob she let out tells him anything, he found that little spot of nerves.
“You may be on top, but-” He jerks her down more, brushing their lips together with a manic grin. “I still own you. Your heart, mind, body- everything is mine.”
She can hear her response in her head, but all that comes out of her mouth is a loud sob followed by begging. Isaac turns his head away, choosing to focus on the skin of her neck that isn’t covered by his hand. He sucks and nips at the supple flesh, traveling down to her collarbone and shoulder.
His teeth sink into her shoulder, making her throw her head back with a loud sob. The hands around her neck and hip are so tight she can feel the bruises already, yet the sting from his bite overpowers them.
“Mineminemineminemi-MINE!” His voice cracks when he cums, hips faltering for only a moment before going back to the brutal pace. “Take it- take my cum. Take all of it. I’m gonna stuff you so there is no denying who you belong to. You’ll be dripping for days.”
The deep groans rumbling from his chest occasionally hitch into a higher tone, before dropping back down. Once satisfied, he slows his thrusts until he finally just presses their hips together, sitting still. They both shake and breathe heavily, fingers unclenching from bruised and bleeding skin, rubbing the spots silently.
With a soft, slightly higher groan, he pulls out and briefly sits up to look between her legs. Her pussy is swollen and red, drooling a mix of their cum onto the bed. He lets out a satisfied sigh, running a hand through his hair and tugging at it as he looks around the room.
When he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, Isaac stands from the bed and leaves his girl trembling and still riding her high. She hums and curls her fingers into the blankets, letting the soft material ground her. The mattress dips again, alerting her of his presence.
His fingers gently tap her thigh, warning her before he presses a wet cloth to the sensitive flesh. Small sighs pour out from her lips, her head rolling around when the cloth pushes against her clit. She barely registers him moving her around, feeling him slip a shirt over her head and a pair of panties up her legs.
The warmth of his body disappears and she feels the bed move as he gets up again, before it sinks beside her and a soft blanket is tugged over her body. The feeling of Isaac touching her cheek makes her eyes flutter open, finding said man (now in his lounging clothes) laying next to her silently.
His eyes look over her face, taking in the sweat and red flush. Without a word, he leans in and presses his forehead against hers, trailing his hand from her face to gently stroking her pulse with his thumb. He could easily choke her like this, see the light disappear from her eyes as she struggles-
He tilts his head, laying his lips softly over hers and huffs in amusement when she mumbles incoherently. Her fingers curl loosely around his wrist, holding it in place around her throat. A silent form of trust. He snorts, moving to grab her hand and lifts it to his lips to press a kiss to it, before curling his arms around her.
“Brat.” He whispers, hiding his face into her hair.
She smiles, nuzzling into his collarbone.
“I’m your brat. Don’t forget it.”
#angels of death#isaac foster#zack foster#x reader#fem reader#isaac foster x reader#zack foster x reader#writing#lemon#possessive#i love them tall and crazy
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Anyone else wondering how does this girl’s demon look like?
And I think my popcorn has gone bad...
But seriously it pisses me off that when she had a chapter dedicated to her (chapter 45 when she almost sacrificed herself to allow the others run away from Crowley and chapter 70 when Aoi confronted her) Yuu had to butt in with his ‘family’ bullshit and steal the spotlight away from her. I am so upset like...Kagami you might love Yuu or whatever but let other characters have their own development away from him...especially the girls🤦♀️
And for those who loooove long posts and are somehow interested on unpopular characters like me I’ve got some cheap observations, complaining and theorising...
She is so pretty I am crying
For those who don’t know or forgot about it (I cannot blame you though), the name of Sangū Mitsuba’s demon is Tenjiryū. Their name literally translates to ‘Heavenly-Shaped Dragon’ or ‘Heaven-Shaped Dragon’ and let me get straight to the point; guys it sounds more badass than any of the other demons’ names we have! I find curious the choice of “Heaven” though since it doesn’t fit a demon🤔 Moreover, the demon of Mitsuba’s older sister, Sangū Aoi, is called Chijiryū, which translates to ‘Earth-shaped Dragon’ and I find so intriguing that out of all the cursed gears that the Japanese Imperial Demon Army must have in their possession, Mitsuba somehow happened to be compatible with one bearing a similar name to her sister’s demon.
I cannot believe this demon is of a lower series. I mean, it’s HUGE. Befitting of a dragon😤 It’s definitely either the biggest weapon in the whole series or the second biggest. I don’t know about size since Mitsuba’s axe and Shinoa’s scythe are differently shaped but in terms of mass I think the axe is heavier because it looks more compact. Also, my respects for the designer because I have never seen such a uniquely shaped war axe👌
You cannot tell me that Shinoa’s huge scythe bears the first progenitor of the vampire race while Mitsuba’s huge battle axe bears a mediocre demon oh god...
When you have a look at both Tenjiryū and Gekkōin here it’s hard to believe Gekkōin is higher ranked than Tenjiryū.
The gender is unknown although I suspect Tenjiryū is a male by looking at their muscular torso and biceps of their manifestation form. Lol it would be funny if Tenjiryū turns out to be another ripped demon like Gekkoīn because then that would mean we would have another scary demon-cute human pair😅 But I don’t really care about Tenjiryū’s gender or how they look like as long as they are not another androgynous child demon😒
Mitsuba probably has the most aggressive fighting style in this series. For being so small she sure has a lot of physical strength...and she was like this since she was 13 awwww
Tenjiryū’s manifestation into an army of multiple spectral, humanoid beasts (probably dragons) with sharp glowing green blade-like arms and heavenly blue flames is the coolest manifestation I have seen so far in this series.
Tenjiryū has two strengths: one, is that it works in two different ranges, these being close range and mid range, instead of a single range, and two, it is able to be used for both offence and defence.
This manifestation looks so scary in the manga because it reaches so high. As expected of a demon whose name has “Heaven” in their name. In my opinion, Tenjiryū has a scarier manifestation than Shikama Dōji and Gekkōin’s because unlike them, Tenjiryū surrounds the whole area and I am feeling claustrophobic pls.
But I think that the thing I probably love the most about what I’ve seen so far of Tenjiryū is that they fit Mitsuba’s personality. Their style is aggressive like Mitsuba’s personality but if you have a close look most of the times Mitsuba uses Tenjiryū is in order to “protect” or “shield” someone else which fits her caring nature. Especially if you consider that, as explained by Mitsuba herself in chapter 19, manifestation users want to avoid manifesting their demons as much as possible since letting their demons out weakens the host’s body and so leaves them vulnerable to attacks yet Mitsuba is always manifesting Tenjiryū. Such a brave girl🤧
Another thing that I find interesting about Tenjiryū is that all the times Mitsuba commanded them to do something, they always tried to do it which gives me the impression Tenjiryū is quite obedient to Mitsuba. I headcanon that despite the fact that Mitsuba seems emotionally weak, Tenjiryū likes her determination.
However, in the end, looking at Tenjiryū’s name or their manifestation is just something superficial since we don’t know their personality or true potential. So far, Tenjiryū’s manifestation has been used for grabbing something (Mika’s cut arm in chapter 52), as decoys (but are weak individually and they won’t work on progenitors), to protect someone and to slice The Four Horsemen of John from a distance.
Relatively, Tenjiryū is weak but if I remember well, in the fanbook the author said that the rank of the demons is not determined by how strong they are but by how easy they are to handle. Even Kagami went as far as to point out that with demons above the Dōji (or referred as Child too) series there is no clear difference in the strength of the weapons (and this is surprising considering how much the Black Demon rank has been glorified). Tenjiryū’s rank is Dakini, which is just below the Black Demons in the pyramid and above the Doji series. One thing that all Black Demon users have in common is that all of them have been subjected to human experimentation in the past and considering that Mitsuba is human, there is nothing she can do about it. The other requirement for Black Demon users is that they must have a strong willpower and resolution...but this girl has some serious self-esteem issues and indecisiveness behind all that “I am a Sangū/elite!” talk so maybe if she obtains a boost in confidence she will get stronger🤔
However, I don’t really care that much if Mitsuba stays weak forever. This manga doesn’t need anymore INSANE Mary Sues or Gary Stus who get sudden power ups just because they are genetically advantaged. I just want some normal, deep emotional development for her where she lets go off her survivor’s guilt and learns to accept herself for who she is because she has been so hardworking since little and to tell Aoi to go suck Kureto’s d*ck if she is so loooyal to the Hiiragis as she says but maybe that’s asking too much.
My hopes for Tenjiryū’s appearance reveal are small but I still try to remember that despite all that happened in the manga Mitsuba is still a main female deuteragonist with a lot of unaddressed potential and also for the characters in universe it has been less than one day since chapter 70 (while for us it has been almost 3 years) so it’s not like Mitsuba can do something amazing in that short time frame where the focus is on Yuu, Mika and Shinoa. Moreover, I remember Kagami saying that there is something waiting Mitsuba so I hope he didn’t forget about it💔
Additionally, some people have observed that humans and their demons share similarities so I wanted to point out a small observation for this human-demon pair. Mitsuba was born on the 7th of July, which is the day of Tanabata/Star Festival, a popular Japanese festival that celebrates the meeting of two lovers represented by the stars Vega and Altair, who are separated by the Milky Way and can only meet on the 7/7 once a year. I think this goes well with Tenjiryū’s sky related name :3
If Kagami doesn’t give Mitsu attention then I will do so and I don’t give a fuck if I am being annoying
#owari no seraph#seraph of the end#mitsuba sanguu#tenjiryū#sangu mitsuba#sanguu mitsuba#mitsuba sangu
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Family member anon here. Reader and they uncle tricky is awesome ^_^ and hope looking others for having a relatives for them.
Zardy is friend with his farmer neighbor that brought his grandkid for the summer and reader loved to help they grandpa farm and making new friend with zardy. When summer is over the reader gonna miss they grandpa and zardy, many years later zardy took his friend corn farm and taking caring it. It’s Halloween day and the reader dress up as a scarecrow just like they friend zardy, encounter boyfriend and girlfriend walking to a corn farm. The reader got new friends but zardy came to tell boyfriend to go away, boyfriend didn’t leave and the music began while the reader trying stop zardy but zardy doesn’t recognize reader them. When the song is over the reader rushed to hug zardy to tell that reader is zardy friend grandkid
Zardy’s human friend's grandkid (Reader) returns to the maze many years later dressed as a scarecrow, only to meet BF and GF who end up challenging Zardy to a singing match.
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Summer at Zardy's Maze was always fun for you, especially after learning that the scarecrow himself, Zardy, was able to come to life at night. He kept your grandpa company, helping him chase out any trespassers and keep the crops watered.
Unfortunately, this summer would most likely be the last one you'd spend at the maze, since you're moving onto college and may not be able to care for the farm anymore.
Your grandpa reassured you that he and Zardy will take care of things...although the scarecrow was less than pleased to learn of your departure.
But he bore no ill-will towards you, hugging you goodbye as you left the farm for the final time.
Years would pass and soon his longtime friend would also leave. Not only the farm, but the world.
And that was the day Zardy truly felt alone.
Things haven't been easy since, especially with his grudge against trespassers who dared "disrespect" the maze. Other creatures of the night would come to aid him in his eternal quest to preserve what remains of the giant flowers that towered over the cornstalks.
Of course, he knew not all humans were bad. But most were.
Anyone who set foot inside the maze will not come out alive.
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"Man..this is itchy, but I hope it's worth it.." You scratched your arm, feeling the fleece material of your costume as you checked yourself in the mirror.
Then you smiled and saw how scary you actually looked. You were a scarecrow, after all, similar to your old friend Zardy but not quite like him.
You've never forgotten about him, often missing the fun times you two had while working on the farm.
Since it was Halloween and you actually had time to do whatever you want, why not make this year extra special and revisit him?
Once you grabbed your witch-like hat and belongings, you were on your way to the maze. A friend dropped you off at its entrance, wondering why you wanted to spend Halloween all alone here. But they didn't question it and simply drove off after you waved goodbye.
"Beep!"
You blinked, confused about whether that was your friend's car. Though..it didn't sound like a horn at all.
It was more like-
"Oh! Hi, scarecrow!"
Grinning, you decided to put on a spooky act and turn around to face the people who greeted you: a blue-haired guy and a lady in a red dress, both who looked around your age.
"Welcome, friends~ What brings you to my cornfield on this frightful night?"
"Uh," the girl began. "We just wanted to take a walk through the-"
"I suggest you leave..lest you forfeit your right to live."
You recognized the voice and immediately dropped the act, spinning around upon seeing Zardy standing there. He looked more aged, his body tattered, and he was gripping a garden hoe like it was a scythe. The glow from his eye sockets was more orange as he gazed at you three.
"Good job catchin' these trespassers, friend."
"H-Huh? Zardy, I-" You began.
"You should know these humans ain't welcomed here." He interrupted coldly. "They only wanna disrupt the peace with their damn noise cannons...and destroy what ain't theirs. Don't tell me you're gonna defend 'em after what they did to us."
'Humans aren't welcomed..?' You were shocked to hear those words. 'What happened to this place? What happened to..my friend?'
Zardy's gaze flickered back to Blue Guy, noting the microphone in his hand. "Ah, you sing? I'd say I'm quite the musician myself. Let this be just a secret between us four, alright? Don't go tellin' Pumpkin Jack anything." He warned with a snicker. "If ya want a show..I'll give ya a show."
Although you knew absolutely nothing of this "Pumpkin Jack" he was talking about, you knew Zardy was determined to chase out these innocent people. So you reluctantly stepped back and watched as he and Blue Guy had a sing-off.
'I don't remember grandpa ever teaching him about music..'
Red Dress Girl, who you soon learned was "Cherry", told you about her boyfriend--Blue Guy who's name is "Keith". She was surprised when you said you weren't actually a scarecrow, just someone in a costume who was close friends with Zardy.
Though as you tried to explain, the song became more intense, and you noticed Zardy was practically screaming at Keith with haunting undertones in his vocals. Miraculously the latter remained fearless, keeping up with the rhythm until the very end.
Once the music ended, Zardy was infuriated at losing. Then he spun his tool around, raising the bladed part and scowling at Keith, who now became terrified as he beeped out of fear.
But before anyone could get hurt, you finally intervened, running over to hug your old friend tightly. "Zardy, stop!! Don't hurt them!!"
"..huh..?" The straw of hay fell from his mouth as he glanced down at you, recognizing your voice. "You couldn't be....no. Of course not. They've forgotten about me...or perhaps they're gone, too."
"My costume is that convincing?" Stepping back, you removed your mask so that he could see it was truly you, smiling up at him. "That surprises even me, but I never forgot about you."
"[Y/n].." His eyes widened with astonishment.
You've grown so much since the last time he saw you..
He just didn't know what to say. "I...I didn't-"
"It's okay, I forgive you for what you said about humans. I know a lot of us suck, but there's good ones out there." You chuckled, glad that he finally realized it was you.
Dropping his weapon, Zardy brought you into a tight hug, his hands trembling. "I've missed you so much, old buddy. It's been..far too long, and I've just been..so lonely and angry and..."
"I'm sorry I haven't come back sooner," you returned the embrace. "But I'm not leaving you again."
Keith and Cherry could only look on at the touching scene, smiling as they saw that this scarecrow wasn't so scary and mean after all. Sure, they were confused on your friendship with him, but they knew better than to interrupt.
So they quietly left the maze, hoping you'll enjoy the rest of your Halloween with your old friend.
#clanask#family member anon#fnf x reader#friday night funkin x reader#fnf zardy x reader#zardy x reader
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I need to guuuuuuuuuuuuuush
I’m absolutely obsessed with Owari No Seraph/Seraph of the End. It has everything I want in a story
okay this got long so I put a cut
A romance I’m actually invested in: 1) it’s gay, like not even ambiguously gay, like very explicitly gay and it’s remarkable 2) it’s somehow enemies to lovers, best friends to lovers, and childhood friends to lovers ALL AT THE SAME TIME 3) the mutual pining is ridiculous, but manifests in “I MUST PROTECT” 4) omg they’re so devoted to each other???? 5) heavily implied in the anime and manga that they are each other’s reason for living after their trauma
Ambiguous characters: 1) we’ve got not one, not two, BUT THREE HIGH RANKING CHARACTERS within their respective organizations with THEIR OWN AGENDAS, screw whoever gets in their way 2) one of the said lovers from above pairing? Technically, he’s officially on one side, but he makes it very clear he actually doesn’t care about anyone EXCEPT his love interest and actively goes behinds people’s backs all the time to get what he wants. He has exactly 0 trust except for his love interest, which means he’ll literally fight both sides to make sure love interest is safe 3) THE FREAKING QUEEN, at first she’s like in a terrible one sided relationship with one of the characters with like... uh what’s it called? Power imbalance? Like she is 100% in control of this other person because they are wholly dependent on her, and she knows it, and often calls this other person her pet, and like, you think you’re supposed to hate her because she’s one of the contributing factors to the other character’s trauma but then it’s like, wait, actually, maybe she ALSO has ulterior motives and is one of the few people said character can actually trust with their wellbeing and their own interests being the only one who actively helps them with it 4) HMMM THAT SUPER SHADY DEMON/HUMAN ROMANCE YOU KNOW THE ONE IM TALKING ABOUT
Characters that suffer: okay listen, all of the characters have suffered through trauma, but special shout-out to Mika who has gone through my favorite kind of trauma to watch that develops characters. Spoilers for the rest of this paragraph so if you want to check out the show skip over it. okay gone? for real? you okay with getting spoiled if you haven’t seen yet? alright. last chance. Okay so first thing we know about Mika is that he’s an orphan and has a found family with his orphanage group right? even when they’re all being held captive by vampires underground, he at least has his family. Mika goes above and beyond to make sure that despite that they’re essentially just acting as the vampires’ blood-stock that their time there isn’t as bad as it could be. He offers himself up to one of the nobles, saying the noble can suck his blood if he gives him things, so he gets stuff like actual real food for his family to eat. In the manga, you can see that this is really draining on him, but he does it to see his family happy. Mika also knows that his crush absolutely hates it there, so he plans an escape, except oops they all get ambushed by the very noble he stole from and was swindling, and literally everyone gets killed in front of him except his crush, well I guess at the time he was too young for crush, so I’ll just call him Yuu. Anyways. Mika and Yuu manage to knock out the vampire noble working together, but Mika is fatally wounded so only Yuu actually escapes. AND THEN MIKA IS FORCIBLY TURNED INTO A VAMPIRE BY THE QUEEN, like he hates vampires, he considers them monsters, he doesn’t want eternal life or whatever, AND SHE FREAKING TURNS HIM TO KEEP HIM FROM DYING (the way she does it too could be considered traumatizing as well) and then he proceeds to be raised by people he considers monsters and hates that he’s become a vampire, and like does everything in his power to not drink human blood (resorting to drinking the Queen’s blood, and she’s fine with it cuz it keeps him completely dependent on her) like MMMM THAT POWER IMBALANCE IN A WORLD FULL OF THE MONSTERS YOU HATE WHILE BECOMING ONE YOURSELF IS ALREADY DAMAGING ENOUGH, and then he finds out that the very adults he used to trust as a child, were actually just treating him and his found family as guinea pigs and lab rats and that the only people who actually cared about him was his found family, who are all gone except for Yuu who isn’t there, so yeah oops, he hates humans now too. Like mmmm that is some tasty juicy angst right there. It manifests in him never smiling anymore, never speaking, just sitting there stoically. Like this was the little boy who was happy smiles all the time, either when he was genuinely happy with his family or putting on an act to deceive and he’s just so broken after the timeskip that we never see him smile until late in season 2. OH LETS NOT FORGET THE WHOLE VAMPIRE THING RIGHT? Mika doesn’t want to drink blood, but his body compells him to. He refuses to at least drink human blood, which works for a while but by the time the second season rolls around, the queen’s blood just isn’t cutting it anymore and there are so many scenes where his instincts take over and he almost bites someone only to snap out of it last second and start sobbing because he believes he’s becoming a monster. AND THAT’S NOT EVEN ALL OF IT, JUST THE THINGS THAT I LIKED THE MOST TO WATCH
spoilers over
the side characters: While I do think they could use a little bit more development, but that’s probably because they’re not quite rubbing me just the right way like Mika is, so they pale by comparison BUT there are some things I enjoy 1) we’ve got a literal troll on the team. I’ve seen some people call her annoying, but omg I love seeing her troll the others. also she uses a scythe and it’s awesome 2) OMG THERE’S A SWEET BABI BOY ARCHER??? slight spoilers, but my favorite part was when he reveals that his demon decided to give him more powers because he treats his demon like a friend, and talks to it at night before going to bed, sometimes asking it what it’s favorite color is?? 3) okay okay okay, listen, I already like the character by himself, the sniper dude, he’s already great as he’s written. But then add the fact that not only does he look EXACTLY like Victor Nikiverov from Yuri on Ice, BUT HE HAS THE SAME FREAKING VOICE ACTOR TOO that just cracks me up 4) I love the one vampire side character who keeps trying to befriend Mika, and Mika just keeps stonewalling him 5) honestly the queen is really badass, and as much as I hated her at first, I actually enjoy every second she’s on screen 6) There’s a vampire called Crowley and idk what it is with him but he just gives me “Big Fun” vibes even though he’s one of the most ruthless characters in the show
plot and arcs: it doesn’t drag itself on and on and on, it actually completes goals and important benchmarks fairly quickly so we don’t need to keep waiting on things to happen. But at the same time, is so drawn out that you still can’t help but feel like it’s taking forever to get to where you want it to go and it’s great because it means you get so much story to enjoy. Also, the fact that the protagonists always have one clear goal at a time, but us as the viewers see other things happening behind the scenes, without always understanding what they are, and we’re stuck seeing this collision path where everything is gonna intersect and you know it’s going to be terrible and there characters are going to suffer but you love that.
anyways, Seraph of the end is super good, I loved it, the anime isn’t enough so I’m actually chasing after the Manga for once. Mika is officially one of my all-time favorite characters and he deserves to be happy. If you know what I’m talking about cheer with me, if you haven’t seen it yet, omgggggggggggggggggggg GO CHECK IT OUT IF ANY OF THE THINGS I SAID APPEAL TO YOU
#seraph of the end#owari no seraph#Mika#Mikayuu#I'm gushiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing#I'm obsessed#send help#I watched another anime a while ago that a similar sort of gay romance going on#and i really wanted to like it because I loved the premise behind it#I really did#but it was so badly executed that I could only watch it ironically#THEN I FIND THIS#AND ITS SIMILAR PREMISE BUT DONE IN ALL THE WAYS I COULD EVER WANT#also omg the music is amazing#half the joy for me is the music#Do you guys have any idea how hard it is to get me to ship??#anyways this has consumed my life for now
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Hey! I was wondering if you can do Slashers (anyone you choose) with s/o who is a grim reaper? They wield a scythe and also very cunning/fast when they fight
Slashers with a S/O who is a Grim Reaper
(A/N: Hey, thank you for the request. I tried to do it with as many details as possible, I only made two Slashers that I thought would match more. I hope I have reached your expectations, hope you like it.)
Warnings: mention of death, cursing.
Thomas Hewitt:
The first time Thomas saw you, you were around the Hewitt residence, he was a little confused because you didn't walk but you floated, but he thought it was the Texas excessive heat playing a trick on him. When he got a little closer to you he noticed a big scythe hanging from your back, it shone against the mid-afternoon sunlight, but when he looked again, you were gone. Was he going crazy?
But there wasn’t much time to think about it because he had a lot of work to do, he had just murdered a group of young people who were walking around the region. When he went down to the basement to finish his job, he was startled to see your shape standing next to one of the bodies, your scythe sucking the soul out of it as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He was nervous about what he saw, as his family was religious he didn’t expect to see this kind of thing in his life, he thought it was time for him to die, but you approached and smiled kindly, your eyes glued to his - I won’t hurt you... It's my job, you know. I was attracted to this place, it smells like death. -
Thomas had never been looked at that way, without fear, a human way, it was from there that he started to trust you, even though you were different from him and not even being human, he started to like you. From that day on, you became closer and closer and you started to help him with his work. His family at first was afraid, especially Luda Mae, but she got used to the idea since her son Thomas was getting happier by your side and you helped him finish the job faster and still prevented him from getting hurt in the process because of your powers and speed in reaping the victims.
On a particular day, you felt the need to tell him about your past, you said that you had once been human and that you missed it, but because of some nonsense, you had been condemned to spend eternity being a grim reaper. But you explained that despite that, you still had feelings and that you loved him, but you didn't expect to be reciprocated, because you were what most people are afraid of, death. So Thomas took your hand, it was cold, but he didn't care. – L-Love you too... - He said with difficulty.
You smiled at each other and you leaned over and kissed him passionately, Thomas returned the kiss without hesitation. For most people, this would be unlikely and even sickly love, but for Thomas, it was totally normal, you understood each other, you were the same and nothing and nobody can change that now.
Vincent Sinclair:
It was night in Ambrose, Vincent was chasing one more of his victims, he always kept the chase part, camouflaging himself in the shadows while the prey was confused looking for him. But something unusual happened this time, without Vincent being able to see, the victim was killed by a scythe that had passed through his heart faster than the moonlight that illuminated the deserted streets of the tiny city.
It was then that he saw you, you wore elegant black clothes, and the air around you was freezing and terrifying. - Don't worry, it was time for this one ... Yours will still take time. - You said, your voice calm but deep.
He watched every move you made, he knew you were a grim reaper because he had read and heard stories about these creatures, but you were different, there was something about you that was both mysterious and wonderful. As the days went by, you always came to the city of Ambrose at night to talk and watch the tall man with long black hair, you didn't know what attracted you to this place, maybe the strange energy and the wax dolls that were once people who were unfortunate enough to stop and ask for information on the spot.
You were more and more intrigued by Vincent and he by you, once you ended up appearing to Bo who had a totally different reaction from his brother. - What the fuck, Vincent? What does this thing do here? - Thing? Vincent looked angrily at Bo, he wouldn’t admit that he disrespected you since he had already acquired feelings for you. He stood between you and his brother. - Quiet ... - He said, his voice low but firm.
Bo looked at you and then at Vincent. - It's ok. She can stay, but she'll have to help with somethin’! - You stepped forward, coming face to face with Bo.
- I can help you with the victims, I am quick, they will not even realize what hit them! - You smiled softly and the man in the cap with a smug smile on his face agreed. And so it was done, you helped them reaping the victims quickly and efficiently, in addition, you gained Bo's respect and met Lester because of the circumstances, but the one who was closest to you and felt good was Vincent, even with many differences you understood each other, you even had the same musical taste.
One day, Vincent took you to the basement, where was his place of work, and told you to wait while he took something, when he came back he had a medium-sized painting in his hands, there was a painting on it, it was you. - I don't even know what to say, Vinny... I loved it, it's beautiful. -
At that moment, Vincent put his hand under his mask and took it out slowly, he felt like he could trust you and as you were different like him, you wouldn’t laugh and you wouldn’t even think of him as a monster, he looked at you and then at the floor, it was when he felt a hand on his chin and a kiss on his lips, it was the sweetest and kindest kiss that Vincent had won, all right he didn't have much experience with it, but he melted with the kiss and returned it.
From that day on you were inseparable and whether or not you were the most beautiful couple in the desert and little Ambrose.
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#thomas hewitt#thomas hewitt imagine#thomas hewitt x reader#texas chainsaw massacre#texas chainsaw the beginning#vincent sinclair#vincent sinclair x reader#house of wax#house of wax 2005#leatherface imagine#leatherface#thomas hewitt x you#vincent sinclair x you#bo sinclair#grim reaper#reaper#ask me anything#request#slashers headcanons#slashers x you#slashers x reader#slashers imagine
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honey don't feed it
Just some Hades smut! Please reblog and comment over on Ao3!
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Thanatos has told his love a thousand times to be careful when overindulging in boons from the Olympians. Too many, too much from one god and he starts to get some strange side effects.
Ares' boons make him angry. Dionysius' made him laugh.
Aphrodite's do something entirely different.
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Thanatos read the note a few times over, hearing it in his lover’s voice.
I need you. Please come home. I love you.
“Let me guess,” the grin on his twin’s face was far too smug for Than’s liking, “You’re taking your break now?”
Than gave him the kind of dark scowl that had been cowing the unruly dead for years but had never seemed to work on anyone who actually knew him. He folded up the note and stowed it in one of the many hidden pockets of his flowing robes. I need you.
“I don’t just drop everything and go running when Zagreus clicks his fingers,” he muttered. Please come home.
“Never said you did,” Hypnos shrugged, leaning back and putting his slippered feet on the desk in a way that was quite unprofessional, not that Than would look anything but petulant if he said so, “Just thought your face really lit up when I said Zag had left you a message…”
Than really hoped his cowl hid enough of his face that his blush couldn’t be seen. Something about Hypnos’ widening grin told him his hopes were in vain. I love you.
“There’s a gap in my schedule,” he sniffed, sheathing his scythe and gathering his robes with as much dignity as he could muster, “An unrelated gap.”
“Sure,” Hypnos shrugged, marking it down on the time sheets, “I’ll tell anyone looking for you to check Zag’s place.”
I need you. Please come home. I love you.
“Best not, I think,” Than said flatly, turning away quickly so he didn’t have to see the expression on Hypnos’ face.
He’d catch up on the work he missed later.
He knew what the problem was as soon as he walked into their chambers. Their chambers, not Zagreus’, it had taken some time to get used to thinking of it that way. But when he hadn’t slept in the Chthonic Wing once since they’d begun openly courting, when half of the items in the close, comfortable room were his own, when the word home evoked images of this place and the godling he shared it with, he’d settled into it.
It wasn’t a smell, not exactly. But it was a presence in the air, like a heat without the warmth or a sound without its timbre. And when Thanatos felt it play across his skin, like a ripple of energy that somehow tasted of pink, he stopped. And he realised how this evening was going to go.
“Tough run today, my love?” he said delicately, hanging up his cloak and moving deeper into the room.
His answer was a low, affirmative grown from Zagreus, curled on his side in the middle of the bed they shared. Around him the aura grew even tighter, thick enough to taste. There was a faint pink flickering behind his green eye, a tension in his muscles as he held himself, an unusual rosy colour in his veins, standing out starkly in his corded wrists as he gripped the sheet underneath him.
Thanatos sighed softly, pushing all thoughts of returning to work out of his mind. He knew the signs of overindulgence in a god’s boon, as varied as they were, there were always common threads. When Zagreus depended too heavily on one rather than using them sparingly and variedly as he’d been told half a hundred times, he would begin to shake, his eyes would unfocus and flicker, he’d experience deep instinctual urges that were nigh on impossible to ignore. What his body demanded, how his brain responded, well that depended on which god he’d been indulging in. Dionyseus’ boons made him slur his words, lose the ability to walk straight, laugh helplessly at anything. Ares’ were especially worrying, making him violent and bloodthirsty, filling him with the need to strike out at something and not stop until exhaustion collapsed him. Too many from Hermes and he would be filled with energy that crackled and sparked, putting him on a level with a small child who’d eaten their body weight in raw sugar.
But none of those gave Zagreus this tense, hungry energy with it’s tinge of rose pink and it’s smell of amber and heat. That was solely the symptom of far too many boons from one goddess of love and lust. That was all Aphrodite.
“I know what you’re going to say,” Zag groaned, his voice strained and coming through clenched teeth. He seemed to be fighting to keep himself still.
“What am I going to say, beloved?” Than murmured, golden eyes sweeping over him, assessing just how far gone he was. There was a shine of sweat pooling in his collarbone, an unmistakable dampness on the inside of his thighs, the red fabric turning dark.
“That I’m an idiot,” Zag moaned, “That I went too far again, that I need to listen to you.”
Thanatos considered that a moment, confirming to himself that he’d locked the door firmly behind him. Then he calmly unclasped his robe at the back and swept it over his head, leaving him bare but for his jewellery, all in one smooth, efficient stroke. He moved to the bottom of the bed, joining Zagreus up on it, setting his hands lightly on his lover’s knees. He knew from experience that far too much sensation right now could easily overwhelm him. Sure enough, just that barest touch of Than’s cool palms through the fabric of his trousers dragged a strangled noise from Zagreus.
“What I was going to say,” Than said patiently, eyes glowing in the candlelight, “Was that I love you too. And I’m here for you. Alright?”
Zag swallowed hard, eyes wide and wet, fixed completely on his lover’s face. Too many of these boons and it wasn’t just what was between Zag’s legs that took control, it was his heart as well, love and lust together. Than knew he needed gentle words, soft touches, closeness. That and to be bent near in half.
After a long few days of solid work, of being apart more than they were together, Thanatos was rather ready for both.
“I love you,” Zag nearly sobbed, whole body trembling with tension that needed release, “Than, please…”
“Slowly,” Than promised, moving to unbuckle his sword belt and unwind his tunic. His lover hadn’t even undressed himself before he’d fallen to the bed, likely nervous of what he might do without even the feeble barrier of fabric, “Gently. I’ll give you what you need but not more than you can take and you’re going to listen to me. Yes?”
“Yes,” Zag was panting as Than rolled his leggings down, casting them off the side of the bed though he wasn’t entirely sure they were salvageable, “Yes, gods, anything. Just fuck me or kiss me or let me fuck you, I’m dying here.”
“You’re not dying, we’ve done this before…”
Than kept his voice level but there was something in the heat rolling off his skin right now as he took away the last of his adornments, the salt and musk smell of him, something animalistic about it all. He was finding it hard to concentrate. Or he would, if such a thing could pull his focus at a time like this…
“Come here, my love,” he moved Zag’s lean thighs apart, making him whine at just the slight touch of his breath, “I’ll take good care of you.”
Zagreus nearly came the moment Than’s tongue touched his flesh, a kind of electricity seizing him. But it passed, achingly, and then his fingers were in Than’s hair, taking full advantage of how long it had been getting of late, how easily Than had bowed to a sleepy, murmured comment from his lover a few weeks ago that he looked beautiful with it long. He tugged needily, hungrily, but still not enough to truly hurt, as Than fluttered kisses between his lips. He built slowly, starting to lap and suck and slip his tongue into him only when he was sure Zag could bear it. Every movement drew more gasps and moans from his lover, more grasping at his hair, strained whispers of muddied devotion.
Than had seen the sea of course, it claimed so many souls he had to go and collect, even some that were peaceful. He’d stood on it’s shores, felt it’s salt sting the inside of his nose and throat and wanted badly to be able to swim in it. When Zagreus came, sudden and sharp and with a high, wild cry, Than felt for a moment as if he had.
“Well then…” he drew back, wiping at his mouth and cheeks with the back of his hand.
“Than…” Zag moaned, relief in his eyes but only for a moment, the aura still twitching and writhing around him, “S’not enough...still burning…”
“I know, my love,” Than was already moving, taking his wrists now, immediately feeling his racing pulse under his skin, “I cleared my schedule, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, your workload was my biggest concern, just edged out my cock literally feeling like it was on fire…” Zag said dryly, making Thanatos smile. If his lover felt enough like himself to crack his little jokes, then his work was having the intended effect.
“Let’s see what we can do about that then, hm?” Than grinned, bending to his task again.
It took another half hour of slow, almost lazy ministrations between Zag’s thighs, a gradual introduction of his fingers, all very cautious and almost worshipful before he judged his lover ready for something more without it breaking his brain. He was still burning hot, the sheets under him near ruined, thighs shining with slick in the low light. But he could speak without that wanton whine in his voice, he could focus on something other than Than’s fingers or tongue- he’d had him reciting poetry a moment ago just to prove he could- and his eyes looked their usual colour. The boons were slackening their hold on him, bit by bit, as the seconds ticked by and Zag’s needs were filled.
But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have a little more fun before it was over.
“Want my cock?” he purred, licking his fingers lightly as he sat back on his heels.
“Gods, yes, you tease,” Zag groaned, eyes closely following the play of his lover’s fingers, the way his tongue ran across them, “I’ve only been begging since you walked through the damn door.”
“And if I’d given it to you then, you’d have ridden me until you blacked out while scratching my back to ribbons,” Than explained with prim patience, “What happened to listening to me?”
“Sorry,” Zag muttered, his kiss swollen lips sliding into a needy pout, “I’ll behave. I’ll listen. Please?”
Than smiled crookedly, drawing their hips close, throwing his lover’s legs over his shoulder, “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”
“Watch the feet, you’ll singe your hair again,” Zag hummed with a hint of smugness rather too strong for someone in his situation.
“I thought we agreed never to speak of that again, my love…”
Than pressing into him chased the look off Zag’s face, replacing it with one of mixed relief and rapture. Than had to bite down on his own gasp as his lover’s body opened up to him, he’d been neglecting himself as he’d focused on Zag’s predicament and was only now realising how much.
“Oh gods, yes,” Zag moaned, eyelids half closed, head tilted back, “Right there. That’s where you belong, my love, my heart…”
Than swallowed hard, bracing himself with his hands bracketing Zag’s head. It was the effect of the boons, he told himself. They were not two lovers in a sappy play whispering ridiculous, overwrought words of passion in some moonlight drenched garden.
But wasn’t it fun to pretend.
“My beloved,” he answered, voice a little strained as he began to thrust, “I’ve got you, you’re here with me and I’m going to give you just what you need...”
Zag whimpered helplessly, legs locked tight as chords around him, soon unable to do anything but gasp his name and strained pleas for more, faster, harder. Than answered, giving him everything he could, everything he had left, kissing him through the surging pink haze until he wasn’t quite sure who it was coming from or who it was ensnaring any more. And he wasn’t fully certain he could care, not when the world shrank down to Zag’s hands on his face and in his hair, his warm, wet heat around his cock, his breathy gasps of his name, how could he care about anything else? How could he care about anything but the one he loved?
“Come with me,” he whispered into Zag’s mouth, hips working hard and heavy.
Apparently he’d just been waiting for permission, as soon as the words left Than’s mouth, Zag arched up and came hard with a strangled cry of his lover’s name that sounded as sweet as any prayer. Than was helpless and could only follow, tumbling over his own edge, filling Zag deeply, crying out in a way that was very undignified and very un-death like.
When his vision cleared and his brain felt connected to his limbs again, Thanatos opened his eyes to see his husband smiling crookedly up at him.
“I think I’m all set,” he chuckled, eyes a little unfocused but very much his own beautiful colours, the only thing in the air being the smell of sex and candles that had guttered out while they’d been distracted.
They untangled themselves carefully, cataloguing their various aches and pulled muscles, collapsing over each other against the pillows.
“So,” Than shifted so Zag could pillow his head on his chest, “What are we going to do next time?”
“Use the boons sparingly,” Zag just sounded exhausted now, Than was beginning to suspect the much needed bathing would have to wait until after a brief nap, “Vary them. And listen to Thanatos.”
“Good boy,” Than laughed, stroking his hair back from his forehead, “And?”
Zag thought before frowning sleepily, confused, “And...and I don’t know.”
Than leaned down and kissed him softly, lingering before murmuring tenderly, “And I will always come running whenever you need me because I love you.”
Zag smiled at him, reaching up to trace the curve of his nose, “I love you too.”
Thanatos knew Zagreus was satisfied, he could go back to work and catch up on the souls he missed, the ones that were probably mounting every second he spent watching his lover drift into sleep.
But still he didn’t move, he didn’t stop letting the silky black hair run through his fingers again and again, admiring his beloved’s face, relaxed and peaceful in sleep. He would go back to being the emissary of Death, he’d pick up his scythe and he’d return to work. But not now.
For now, how could he care about anything but the man he loved?
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