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bruisedknucklesandbloodykisses · 1 year

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CW: College AU; Unreliable narrator/reader; Delusional reader/Nobunaga; Unhealthy relationship; Lovesick reader; Insecurities (Reader); Possessive; Ignoring multiple red flags; Sexual content towards the end (Grinding, Messy Kisses)

Summary: You’re hesitant to ask Nobunaga on a date due to not wanting to destroy your friendship with him. He has other views on the subject at hand.

Word Count: 2,094 Note from Knux: I just wanted to say that I was very inspired by this fic from @uvobreakmylegs (they have the best writing PLEASE-). But, seriously wanted to give credit where credit is due though!

You leaned against Nobunaga’s side, his steady breathing helping to distract you from your nerves. It was so silly how nervous you were; it was just a date after all- well, it would be a date if he accepted. The words seemed to die in your throat, turning into a hard lump that made it hard to breathe, every time you tried to ask the simple question: do you want to go on a date with me?

Honestly, those words weren’t daunting at all and it was frustrating that you’ve never had any issues asking before. You were used to making the first moves on people you liked- sure, you haven’t done it since high school, but that’s besides the point. The point now is that you felt like you were drowning in your own emotions because you could spit out the damn phrase.

You glanced up at Nobunaga, taking in his face: angular, lips drawn into a thin line and his dark eyes focusing hard on the text in front of him. It was funny to you how you had convinced him to join you on this little study date- it made you feel fuzzy inside. Though, you had finished your studies and were simply keeping him company now. Which, you didn’t mind. If it meant that you got to hang around the silly athlete, the better it was.

You sighed, nestling closer to him, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you snuggled deeper into the blanket you wrapped yourself in.

“Hmm, getting bored?” Nobunaga’s voice said, startingling you out of your dozing.

“Maybe,” you murmured against him, pressing your face further into his arm as you let your eyes slip close again, “but I don’t really mind if I get to sit with you.”

He snorted. “You sap. You sound like you really like me.”

“Well, yeah.” You quickly added: “we’re friends after all.”

He went silent and you couldn’t help the way your stomach started to churn with a strange sort of anxiety. A frown tugged at your lips, peaking one eye open to glance up at him. He seemed irritated as he glared at the book in front of him.

You slumped against him once again, both eyes open now, as you thought of how you (or what) had upset him. Nobunaga had a bit of a hairline trigger with his frustrations occasionally- you sometimes felt like you were walking a tightrope with him, but you didn’t really mind. It was just how Nobu was. Your silly friend who was sweet and always took care of you. Before him there was only you.

A small smile pulled at your lips. How did you ever make it without him?

“Ah, fuck- this thing is boring!” Nobunaga finally declared, slamming the book shut.

You couldn’t help but giggle despite how he jostled you around when he crossed his arms and pressed himself back into the worn (but comfortable) couch in your living room. “How about you take a break, I’ll make some tea, that sound good?”

He grunted, sulking into the cushions while you unwrapped yourself and laying the fluffy blanket on his chest and tucking it behind his shoulders after you got up. He had grumbled but let you continue with your antics. You laughed as you went to the small kitchen in the apartment- nothing too fancy, just big enough for the fridge, a sink, an oven, and a little bit of counter space for a microwave and the odd times you wanted to bake.

You reached into the cabinet right above what little counter space you had and pulled out two mugs. They were cute: a sleepy gray cat face and an overly excited white and tan puppy face for the other- they were round and the little cat reminded you too much of Nobunaga not to get. Though he had also insisted that he’d get the puppy one for you if you were getting the “damn cat” for him.

You traced over the smooth porcelain with the tip of your finger. Maybe… maybe you could just let things be. Let them snowball into dating all on their own. At least, that’s how you hoped that they were going to snowball. The worries began to pile up as you got to work making the drinks.

Nobunaga was a handsome guy with his angular features, fit form, and his glossy hair. The only downside to him was probably how radically his emotions could go from one end of the spectrum to the other but that was easily avoidable (at least you thought it was, there were several people who dined to disagree but you simply assured yourself that it was because of something they did. Not Nobu. Never Nobu). He could have any person in the world that he wanted if he really wanted- what was stopping him from pursuing someone prettier, more charismatic, more successful than you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

There was a level of anxiety that shook in your fingers as you had finished Nobu’s and your tea, stirring honey in the calming herbal mix.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your wits. Your mind was wondering again. You need to stop before Nobu thinks something’s wrong because you won’t be able to control your tongue if he does.

You nod to yourself before going to pick up the two mugs just to stop as a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and a sharp chin rests against the junction of your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Fuck.

“Nothing- nothing’s wrong.”

“Now, now,” he started to lean his whole body weight against you, causing you to catch yourself on the counter. “ Lying ain’t a good look for you and we both know it.”

There was a certain edge to his voice that made your blood freeze. You had only heard it once or twice, just towards guys who didn’t know when to quit hounding and couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Never at you.

You licked your lips, squeezing your eyes shut as you willed your knees not to shake. “I-I’m not lying, Nobu-”

He shifted his feet, pressing himself even harder against your back, like he was trying to become a second skin. “Lying doesn’t look good on you.” He repeated, squeezing his arms around your stomach. Hard.

You wheezed, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms. Though, you made no attempt to pull him off. It was so fucked up how you were relishing in how close he was despite how angry he was at you. You just wanted to be held by him- be close to him- you wanted to be as important to him as he was to you. You just wanted to melt into him.

What a horrible friend you were.

Your chest burned like you had ran a marathon and suddenly the world was spinning and your eyes were stinging with tears that rested heavy on your lashes. How pathetic.

Hearing a sniffle come from you, something seemed to snap Nobunaga out of his frustrations. “Hey, you ok?” He began to loosen his hold on you, muscles relaxing until your shaking hands squeezed his wrists.

“No…” You whimpered, “no, please- please don’t let go.”

You sounded so weak and frail. It made Nobunaga’s heart leap to his throat. He squeezed his arms around you again, much more gently compared to a few moments ago, but enough for you to know he had no intentions of leaving.

It was a couple of moments until you stopped shaking. By this point, you were leaning back against him, hands still resting on his as he held you. His face nestled against your neck. “You feelin’ ok to talk?”

He wasn’t letting this go, was he? You took a deep breath, releasing it as you nodded against the side of his head.

He pulled away from you slowly until his face was level with your peripheral. His eyes were dark and observant. “What’s wrong?”

Your throat felt tight again, but you still forced yourself to talk. “I- you- what… would you…” you lick your lips. “Would you date me? If I asked you out?” Your hands were sweating and you looked away, instead, focusing on the smooth skin of his arms, running your fingers over the sparse hairs.

When he didn’t answer you began to shift, uncomfortable on your feet. Your skin feeling like it was boiling. This was stupid. You were stupid. You just ruined your friendship with Nobunaga. You’d never be able to see him again- you’d just have to sit like some stranger while he moved on with someone that was on his level- someone who was prettier, more talented- better than you. He was going to leave you behind and take your bleeding heart with him-

“I don’t get it.” You felt a sudden dread rest deep in your chest. He sounded mad. “Why do you always talk like that? Like we aren’t dating already?”

Huh?

Before you can voice anything, his hands come slamming on your counter, once again caging you. You can see the veins pulse on the side of his temple, frown deep as he seethes: “you think I act like this with everyone? Think that I get like this-” one of his hands glides down your spine, a gasp leaving you as when he grabs your ass in a tight grip and presses your hips hard against his. You gape. He’s hard. He’s so, so hard- “with everyone?” He begins to grind against you, hot breath moist against your cheeks as he huffs in frustration. Your hands scramble to hold onto his shirt, head spinning with too many things at once. “I only get this fucking hard with you- it fucking- oh, fuck- do you know how hard it is not to grab you and shove you face first into the closest surface I can? Not to rip you apart? You’re like- like a damn lamb: dumb and oblivious to everything around you-” he grunts when you hike your leg up on his hip (or try to, it’s a bit of an awkward endeavor considering how close he’s pressed against you).

You’re desperate. You want more of his demeaning words. You want more and more of his attention. You want him to sink his teeth into you and rip you apart. Your blood boiling with white, hot want. “‘M sorry-” you gasp as you begin to rock your hips back against his; sloppy and uncoordinated. “‘M sorry, I didn’t notice. I was-” a moan wretches out of your throat. You crane your head back, the expanse of your neck presented to Nobu, who wastes no time pressing wet, open mouthed kisses against your salty skin. “You’re just so beautiful, there was no way you’d want to go out with someone like me-”

A growl comes from deep within his throat. His hands have come to dig into your hips, guiding you to grind harder against him. “You're so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid- you’re mine. Mine. No one gets to see you like this.” He crushes his lips against yours. The kiss is all teeth and tongue- a mess of passion and repressed frustrations.

You couldn’t get enough.

“‘M yours. ‘M yours-” you chant against his mouth, head spinning, close to the precipice of an orgasm. Teetering on a precarious line that, whichever way you end up tipping, you’ll be drowning in the euphoria of having Nobunaga suffocating you in his affections.

He lets out a loud moan, all guttural and masculine, it has your legs trembling. He uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks, swirling his tongue with yours in a sloppy french kiss that has drool dripping from the corners of your mouth. “You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you.” He pants, his forehead resting against yours, his hips coming to a stop. You whine at the loss of friction, the leg that is still hooked over his hip trembling with leftover electricity. He chuckles, pressing pecks to your lips. “I’m not letting you go.” You envy how even his voice despite having humped you like a dog in heat only a moment ago.

You nod, not trusting your voice. You would give him anything he asked for. Whatever to keep him near you.

So, you follow him, with your heartbeat pulsing in your ears, as he pulls on your wrists towards the couch, tearing your clothes from your body. You accept that he’s going to tear you apart with open arms.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh x reader #x reader #reader insert #nonbinary reader #n/s/f/w #hxh nobunaga #nobunaga x reader #yandere #yandere nobunaga #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: possessive behavior #tw: cussing #tw: yandere themes #Hmmmmm #love me some moody samurai man #also I feel like the yandere in this one isn't nearly as overt as I wanted it to be but hopefully people still like it lmao

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lesbiangiratina · 1 month

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Wait im connecting the dots.

#best example i can think of rn where testament knows its. not good #… relationships are not quite the same but well i wouldnt not describe them as obsessive.#i was too sleepy when i first went through the script i was expecting self discovery theme. not unhealthy relationship theme.#but this is good.#the kat goes meow #gg

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breadandblankets · 8 months

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thinking about different ways you can be nocturnal in relation to bats ya know, like you could go to sleep at dawn and wake up mid afternoon or go to be during the afternoon and wake up at dusk etc etc

so ive started classifying bats into morning bats or afternoon bats lmao:

Morning: Alfred, Jason, Steph (school), Cass, Bruce, Damian, Kate

Afternoon: Tim, Dick, Steph (during breaks), Babs, Harper

#in universe id have duke come up with this classification system so he knows who he can call for backup lmao #the inbetweener time between steph switching is Brutal #Jason and Bruce would rather not have to know what 2 pm looks like #either way all new bat themed vigilates come with theater grade blackout curtains with their costume #duke only calls for help if he Really Needs it lmao only the joker deserves to see a chipper Red Hood at 7 am #bruce and tim are the most variable here #unhealthy relationships with sleep shruggie #also this is a way that they split WE work when Tim is working for the company (also variable atm)#fuck i realized i have to tag all the bats #hell #dc #batfam #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #damian wayne #duke thomas #barbra gordon #harper row #why are there so fucking many of them #bread talk

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ike-bana · 1 year

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Fragments (Dabi x reader)

Pairing : Dabi x fem! reader

words: 1.9K

Genre: Angst

Content warning : Toxic relationships/unhealthy relationships, arguments, alcohol use, smoking,angst,mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of violence,pregnancy,mature/adult themes,no clear spoliers except you squint really hard,manupilation(if you squint). Minors DNI

Summary: All that's left of your relationship were tiny fragments, tiny little fragments you were trying to put back together yet even you were reaching your limit.

Songs to set the mood: Been like this by Doja cat / I hate everything about you by three days grace. If you have your own playlist,it's fine as well!

A/N: I was in a angsty mood and this came up so suffer or enjoy whichever. I also used the British past tense of burn cause that's what I use. I view the reader as female but I don't think gender was stated here so do with that what you wish

You sat there on the cold tiled floor as your back was leaning on the kitchen wall. You covered your face with your trembling tear stained hands. Your eyes were red and puffy and your head was throbbing. Your body was worn and weary from all the crying that you could no longer let out a proper sob. You let out a shaky sigh as you were terribly exhausted. This wasn't new to you, you were used to situations like this, often times you'd lock yourself in the bathroom hugging yourself and sobbing uncontrollably until he calmed down. It wasn't like it was an uncommon occurrence .All couples fought at some point in their relationships,it was always bound to happen

but damn, this was the fifth time this week.

You folded your legs under your thighs in a cross-legged fashion kicking a ceramic shard in the process. That was your brand new plate you got for 20% off at the store

or at least what was left of it.

You scanned the kitchen carefully, taking in the blatant state of complete disarray. Broken plates and cups flooded the room ,chairs toppled over and one of the table's legs had come off, knocking it off balance. you had to replace the good as damaged piece of furniture the next time you went shopping. As saddened as you were,a small part of you was grateful he didn't burn the place down with his quirk.You knew very well what he was capable of and you wouldn't stand a chance with your subpar quirk. You could turn small items into powder. It couldn't be used against people or animals and it wouldn't work on anything larger than small notepad.You wouldn't want to call it useless as it has helped you quit the number of times but you knew it couldn't hold a candle to your boyfriend's flame quirk.

You grimaced as you heard a blunt being lit in the next room followed by the clanging of bottles from the cabinet. His usual routine after a fight like this, you could count the number of times you had told him to stop but he'd always snap at you so you gave up trying. It helped him keep calm since he couldn't burn the place down. He had never raised his hand against you,something you were once again grateful for but he almost burnt you with his quirk.Almost. It was just that one time and he apologized. That was what you kept telling yourself. Dabi did indeed apologize and he went above and beyond to make it up to you both physically and emotionally,in more ways than one.

"Y/N"

your train of thought was disrupted as you heard him call your name,you were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice him come in. You stood up from the kitchen floor abruptly and dusted your skirt. He stood there towering over you with a cigarette between his middle and pointer finger and a rocks glass on the same hand.

"Y-yes" you stuttered trying so hard to fix your composure but failing woefully.

"Get out" He said plainly and clearly

"what?"

You stared on in disbelief ,your lips parting slightly gripping the hem of your shirt tightly , tears long and forgotten threatened to repeat their cycle.

"Don't make me repeat myself"

"B- But Dabi I live here,I paid for this place "

He had moved in with you a couple of months ago after you insisted. Although he wasn't always around due to his work in the league,he did stop by and sleep over. He deemed it unnecessary seeing as he already stayed a couple of nights and slept in your bed. You said you just wanted to feel closer to him so you urged him to move all his belongings here

"Fine , guess I'll leave" He stormed out of the small building, slamming the door in the process.

The sobs came out naturally and the salty tears like the gushing waters of Niagara falls. where did it all go wrong?.Oh you wanted to fix this so badly but what more could you do?.

You used to be so happy together,so,so normal. But now everything was all in shambles. All you had done was call him out on his secrecy and urged him to be more open and honest with you. you knew he was hiding something about himself. Instead of being calm and understanding he snapped at you and this led to a full on world war 2 in your kitchen

You leaned your back against the wall and slid down to the floor. You let yourself cry once more but now with less restraint. You sobbed,sniffiled and whimpered until nothing came out. You don't know how long you sat there but you were sure hours had past. You couldn't properly tell as it had already been dark out long ago. You couldn't do this anymore,you loved Dabi with all your heart as strange as it was. You don't know what exactly attracted you to the raven haired villain.Whether it was his bad boy persona or the undeniable urge you had to "fix" him, you could never tell. But love works in strange ways. That's why it was hard for you to do this but you had to end this. For your sake and theirs

Gathering the last ounces of strength, you had left in you,you stood up from the floor,stumbling slightly. You walked into your shared bedroom and pulled out a black duffel bag from the closet drawer by the door. You took every item of clothing he owned and hurriedly folded them into the bag. Knowing him,he probably wouldn't be back till the next day or week,it was impossible to predict. But either way it gave you enough time to prepare yourself. You didn't know how he was going to take this but you had to stand your ground,you weren't going to take this lying down.

And just like that as if fate was trying to play some cruel sick joke on you,the door flung open and Dabi came sauntering into the bedroom.

"Listen Y/N I-"

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him looking like a deer caught in headlights , clinging desperately to the black t-shirt you held in your hands. He looked you over,carefully processing what was going on. He narrowed his sapphire eyes and clenched his fists tightly

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked surprisingly calm

"Dabi,I'm tired. I can't do this anymore. I'm done" you managed to let out

Just as that was said,he let out a warped hysterical laugh. A look of fear in accordance with pure confusion was evident on your face.You always knew your boyfriend was off his rocker but you weren't expecting him to react this way. Your lips were quivering and a chill ran up your spine.He calmed down and wiped the non-existent tears from his stapled eyes.

"You know what's funny? I came back all the way here to apologize and this is how you repay me"

"Dabi,I'm serious,we can't do this with you anymore" You finally found your voice once more although it didn't come out as assertive as you wanted it to.

" Wait,we? The fuck are ya talking about"

"I-" you paused.

You had managed to hide this for a span of two weeks now. He'd been going in and out lately so it made it a lot less tasking to conceal it. But now it seemed futile to keep this up any longer especially since he was putting you on the spot like this

" Dabi I" you exhaled

"Dabi I'm pregnant"

His face visibly softened when you told him that. He stared blankly at you as if you had grown a second head. You glanced at him when he hadn't said anything,his silence made you apprehensive. It wasn't something that was planned so it wouldn't surprise you if he was upset. You could have sworn you had used protection but alas these things do fail.

"Wait,are you serious?" He asked,forehead creased

"Yes,I am" you avoided his questioning gaze

What he had done next after had shocked you. He pulled you into a warm embrace. His charred hands combed through your strands of hair.

"I'm so happy,this is good news" His voice was muffled as he had buried his face on your shoulder

"Wait,what?"

"I said I'm happy Y/n,this is good news"

"No,I heard what you said,I'm just surprised that you're not upset"

"Why would I be upset?,you're carrying my kid in you"

You broke out of his embrace and stared at him with your eyebrows furrowed. You were confused as to who this man was and what he had done to your rather abrasive boyfriend

"Hey earth to Y/n" he waved his hand in front of your face

You gave him a hard look before glancing around the room like a patient with amnesia. Your eyes caught the half-open duffel bag that lay long forgotten on the floor. It was then that you recalled what had brought you to the bedroom in the first place .If he thinks you'd sweep that under the carpet then he had another thing coming.

"Babe,are you OK?. You look tense" he spoke up when you hadn't said anything casting you a worried look.

"Dabi,I'm glad that you're happy about this whole pregnancy and all but that doesn't erase what's going on. Having a baby doesn't make this situation suddenly resolved,we still need to end this"

The look he had given you was one you had never seen before. It was a perfect blend of remorse,anxiety,sadness and you could could have sworn you saw fear in the mix.Nothing like the scowls he had given you that night

"I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately and I know I've done nothing but fuck things up but please give me a chance" he had reached out a hand to you and placed it on your shoulder but you shrugged it off

" Dabi,shit isn't that easy,I've given you more chances then I could conceivably count. You've gotten even more aggressive than usual lately and it's concerning. I can't keep placing myself in this kind of toxic environment,it's not healthy for me or the baby"

Your back was turned away from him now.If he kept staring at you like that, you might change your mind. His broken expression made you want to run into his warm embrace and break down right there but you knew better than that.

"Y/N, come-come on let me fix this"

"No Dabi,you've done more than enough" You said bitterly looking down in regret

" OK Y/N,i know this is probably a joke and you got me good,I won't lie. Now stop playing around,I get it"

His forced chuckle made you grimace,he was being persistent and this was making it harder for you.

"Dabi,look if you don't leave then I'm afraid I have to"

You made your way over to the closed closet to pick out your clothes, passing over the discarded duffle bag on the floor. Before,you could fling the closet doors open,you felt a tight hug on your waist from behind. You wanted to protest,to shove him away from you but you knew he was stronger than you,so you just stood there. Dabi was never the clingy type so his actions made you perplexed but not as perplexed as the words that left his mouth not long after

"Please don't leave me,Don't take everything away from me,just like-just like they did"

what exactly did he mean by that?. His words made you further realize how little you truly knew about your villain boyfriend. He had never spoken of anything like this .But then again,he never spoke about himself or his past. That was part of the various reasons why you were even in this situation in the first place.This was definitely out of character for him so you wanted to press further

"Dabi, who is they? what are you talking about?"

"They took it all away from me,my life,my childhood. It was "his"fault,he did it to me. Please don't treat me like he did. Please you're all I have,you're the only person who could ever love me" He kept pleading keeping whoever he was talking about in question anonymous.

You had never seen him like this,it broke you to say the least. And just as if a fragile cord had snapped inside your brain,you let tears flow out once more that night,returning the villain's embrace. He sounded so distressed and you couldn't take this any longer. You weren't sure whether it was the hormones or a genuine sympathetic response that made you lose your resilience,but all you knew was you wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be alright.

"No Dabi I won't" *sniff*" I won't leave you" what were you thinking?,he needed you,you couldn't just leave him.

"Really?" He broke apart and gave you a crestfallen look.

"Yes Dabi.Really. We can work something out this time" you stroked his cheeks, devoid of skin and replaced by open flesh and staples.

His little rants had deeply concerned you but you knew you would have to pry about it some other time.

He dove back into your arms and squeezed you tightly,not enough to hurt you but it was still a tight grip. You returned his embrace and leftover tears fell from your eyes as you smiled.

" I promise you,you won't regret it" The staples near his cheeks rose as his lips formed a malevolent smirk

" You won't regret it at all"

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hmshermitcraft · 8 months

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Never accuse Impulse and Etho of being smart. They decided to just spy on Bdubs and Joel in their own house. Thing is, Bdubs and Joel live in a dilapidated mansion in the woods outside of town. Instead of being arrested for stalking, Impy and Etho could end up being forced to be two monsters lovers or just outright eaten.

Meanwhile, Bdubs and Joel started counter spying on the duo(and doing a better job at not being noticed by their targets) to find out what exactly those two noticed about them that tipped them off about their monstrous nature. Eventually, Bdubs and Joel decide they like the little brat humans enough to wanna tell them all they wanna know about the monsters they spy on and then lock them in their basement forever to make sure not only are their secrets not relieved, but they also have unlimited access to their cute little humans.

Impulse and Etho have always been curious. Etho's parents used to call him too big for his own boots - which he doesn't think they meant literally (though that was right too.)

And the two don't have much going on for them. Impulse is expected to get a simple job and live a simple life. Etho is expected to take over the family business.

Spying on the mansion felt like an act of rebellion. Impulse didn't understand why two obliviously competent monsters didn't patch the place up. Etho points out it's probably because they don't want people nosing around the place like they are.

Neither of them want to stop, though. That means accepting 'normal', whatever that means for them. So they learn about the people in the house. They have routines, hobbies, pets... If Etho and Impulse weren't so into their myths and legends as kids, they'd just assume it's an abandoned house like everybody else.

For Bdubs and Joel, they did plan to eat them. Or at least something, they'd decide when they got there. But outside the spying, the pair never did anything. No people with pitchforks, no stealing, not even trying to enter their house!

And they are cute. At a certain point, it feels suspicious that they spend so long here when they clearly know the dangers.

Maybe they'll be doing the pair a favour. Though they'll have to brush up on their 'looking after a human' skills. They're not used to keeping them actually alive.

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #ask #bdoubleo tag #etho tag #joel tag #impulse tag #impdubs #smalletho #mod 🎀#weekly theme: spy au #unhealthy relationship tw #kidnapping tw

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scribefindegil · 5 months

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HI I LOVED the new chapter- can you talk about Serizawa a little bit? Is it that his anxiety is fending off the effects of the broccoli since he wanted to take Tsubomi’s request immediately or is it that Reigen’s behavior is reminding him of Suzuki and he doesn’t like that? He’s very interesting to me in this situation

(Also the way Reigen’s anger and panic is what finally tipped him over to Remembering because the brainwash is overcome by strong emotions- just So Good)

I'm so glad you liked the chapter!!

Serizawa's super interesting here because he's VERY susceptible to what Dimple calls "the passion of the masses;" I sometimes see speculation that he would have resisted the power of the broccoli because his psychic powers are so strong, but I think this is a bad read. Serizawa cares a lot about fitting into society, and he often doesn't feel like he has enough lived experience to trust his own judgment. Divine Tree takes place only a month or so after World Domination, so he's very much still adjusting to living on his own, and while he's starting to make his own decisions, he has a tendency to look to authority--Mob, Reigen, the business books his mom gave him--to provide structure and guidance. So when suddenly everyone in the city is exerting huge social pressure to care about the Divine Tree and the Psycho Helmet Religion, he's going to be swept along in that. His anxiety, rather than protecting him, just makes him more susceptible.

So why doesn't he speak up in defense of the Psycho Helmet Religion earlier in the chapter? Because of Reigen. I wanted to follow through with the way that Reigen's brainwashing manifests in canon; instead of becoming an outright devotee of the broccoli, the mind control just makes him complacent. He stops seeing the Divine Tree and its cultists as the threat that they are, and instead sees them as just a bunch of people having harmless fun. Nothing to worry about. And this is terrifying to me in its own way and makes him incapable of taking Tsubomi seriously when she shows up, but it also means that one of Serizawa's main authority figures has been advocating for complacency instead of devotion. That's why I included this bit:

Reigen grins. Gotcha. “But I don’t even like the Psycho Helmet Religion!” he says. “I’ve been complaining about how little business we’ve been getting now that everyone’s off having fun with the broccoli, haven’t I Serizawa?”

So basically before Tsubomi's visit, Serizawa's been sort of happily floating in a state where he just accepts what's going on in Seasoning City and doesn't really think about it. Both the societal pressure of everyone else in the city and the authorial pressure of Reigen are telling him that this is nothing to concern himself with. He's been made to forget Mob along with everyone else, and while he's probably aware on some level that something's missing, it's easy not to think about it. Not to worry about it. Not to worry about anything.

And then this girl shows up.

And Serizawa defers to Reigen during consultations. He's still learning. Reigen is so much more knowledgeable than him, so much more experienced.

But they're supposed to be helping people. He took this job because he wants to help people. He's not going to simply defer to authority if that authority is cruel; that's exactly what he was trying to get away from. And so when Reigen gets mean and sharp and dismissive, that, more than anything that Tsubomi is saying, is what gets Serizawa to push back. And once he refuses to blindly listen to Reigen, he also starts to break away from the influence of the Divine Tree.

The climax of this chapter is very deliberately evocative of both Separation Arc and World Domination. Reigen acts in a way that reminds Serizawa of Suzuki, and he refuses to accept that, and it makes him remember the first person who told him that he could have relationships that weren't just built on deference and fear. And Serizawa's refusal to back down reminds Reigen of Mob, and that makes him realize what he's doing, and instead of continuing down the path of control and denial he stops and decide that he isn't going to repeat his old mistakes.

#heretic au #mp100 #it's about Mob haunting everyone in this narrative #and also about The Themes!!#the patterns of control seen in the cults--Claw as well as the Psycho Helmet Religion #are the same dynamics seen in the unhealthy interpersonal relationships just writ large #and so when Serizawa rejects Reigen's manipulative behavior that also allows him to reject the Divine Tree's #and when Reigen is forced to acknowledge his own manipulative behavior instead of living in denial #he's also forced to acknowledge what the Psycho Helmet Religion is doing and that it's an active threat.

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cloudysarts · 6 months

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someone get this kid a milkshake

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inkblot22 · 7 months

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Shattered Glass

I have been putting zero effort into these titles lmao help me

TW for yandere, captivity, sadism, physical abuse, condescending behavior. Yandere punishments are something I'd like to write more of, so this is what that is.

You hate it when he takes off his glasses.

You don’t even know what you did wrong this time. Why is he upset? He always does the same few motions, same few things before he “disciplines” you, and you always hate it.

First, he takes off his glasses and places them calmly by his side. He always does so, never faltering once in his tradition. Is it because he doesn’t trust you not to break them when you inevitably fight back, or is it because he doesn’t want to risk them falling off of his face or getting fogged up or something similar? You don’t know, and you’d argue that you don’t want to know.

Trey slips them off of his face and tucks them in his pocket, giving you a wan smile, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as he takes a few steps closer to where you sit on your makeshift bed in this dumb gardening shed.

His voice is neutral when he speaks, “Honey…” That’s the other thing he does. Step two. Trey uses some pet name to refer to you, his voice betraying no emotion as he steps closer towards you. It makes you feel tense, triggers that primal fight or flight reflex into freeze. When he crouches before you and cups your chin, that thin smile falling into a disappointed frown, you do the same thing you’ve always done.

You shove him away and try to run. You would imagine after however many months you’ve been here, you would have learned your lesson on trying to fight back or get away, because it plays like it was rehearsed. You kick backwards after shoving his hands away from you, sprawling out onto the thin mat you’ve called a bed for the past three or so months before you regain your balance and swivel your body so you can run.

Trey is sweet. Trey is sweet and kind, he has this warm, brotherly personality and a generous heart. But Trey is also a sadistic asshole, which is why he always waits until you’ve taken one step, only one step away from being out of arm’s reach, to grab your ankle and yank backwards as strongly as he can.

Trey isn’t a small guy either. When he does it, every single time it plays like a twisted slapstick cartoon, with you crashing to the ground with a resounding thud, rattling the old rakes and shit in here. And every time it happens, he always makes this smug little face, especially when you start kicking at him.

“Aw, c’mon, honey, don’t do that. You’re only gonna hurt yourself.” He says it like he’s talking to a child.

When he says you’ll hurt yourself, he typically means that he is going to hurt you, but it’ll be your fault. You learned that the first time you had an “argument,” but you suppose you are lucky because he isn’t brutal. He doesn’t derive sick pleasure from the simple sight of you in pain, he derives pleasure from the broken look in your eyes when you give up for the moment.

With his hands clamped around both your ankles at this point, he smiles briefly and step three begins. He yanks you closer in one swift movement and slaps you hard across the apple of your cheek. It’s always so loud, and you imagine to an outsider you just look more like a married couple in the 50s when it happens. His hands are solid, likely as a result of kneading dough for basically his whole life. You usually have to fight back the tears after it happens, often failing miserably.

As you recover from the blow, that single, stinging blow, he pulls you up by the shoulders and leans close to your face, close enough so you can feel the breath puffing out of his nose on your face. He smiles again before step four in the punishment process occurs.

He calmly explains what you did that caused him to get upset.

“Why did you think that freshman would help you?” It was a one in a million chance. The gardening shed you’ve been holed away in has been abandoned for a while since Heartslaybul got a much larger, much nicer one, but sometimes the freshmen get the two mixed up, especially since they’re both fairly easy to find and look near identical, the only true difference in peeling paint and other weathering.

Trey’s eyes are sharp when he asks the question. It isn’t why you asked for help, since his denial of the situation he has put you in is nonexistent, and it isn’t how could you ask for help, because he doesn’t expect you to be so irrational that you think you belong here yet. No, he wants to know what you expected would happen, why you thought that your plan would pan out.

His glasses are still tucked securely in his pocket, he’s cupping your chin, and you think you’re out of luck. Because despite all, despite him being a sweet, kind man by nature, Trey is a sadist, and he won’t stop until you break.

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I've seen a couple different people now complaining about the plethora of fics where Vox leaves an abusive Valentino and finds refuge and a healthy relationship in Alastor... Which just makes me want to write a story where Vox leaves an abusive relationship and Alastor takes in Vox but instead of rescuing him, he is instead just as abusive and manipulative albeit in different ways. Trading in sexual abuse for a different kind of toxic relationship.

#mostly because I enjoy discussions and depictions of bouncing between abusive relationships #escaping one abuser and then falling victim to another #the pattern of behavior is familiar‚ feels more authentic than anything else #the internalized victim blaming... the externalized victim blaming bc why do you keep doing this?#it's everything to me <- phrase i say about every toxic unhealthy thing i obsesse over #anyway. i do actually love the 'Vox escaping an abusive relationship and finding refuge and comfort in Alastor' theme in fics too #I'll read every one. or at least I'll give each one i find a shot and click on it to read #i. have far too many tabs open actually #oh shoot i should add a drama discourse tag to this #fandom wank #personal

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Too Much of a Brat |Bruno + Abbacchio x Reader Extreme Lemon|

Warning: spanking, extremely rough sex (anal, vaginal), dom and sub, daddy kink, humiliation. MA.

"I'm sorry, daddy's, I'm sorry," you whined, practically trembling as you stood in front of Bruno and Abbacchio, knowing that you were in deep trouble with your two boyfriends. You were absolutely fucked.. you can't believe that they reacted like this.

Abbacchio shook his head, white hair damp and clinging to his bare chest from his fresh shower. A white towel was wrapped around his waist for a brief second, his yellow eyes fuming with anger as he dropped his towel. "Take your clothes off and come sit on my fucking cock, you can explain yourself then. Your punishment is starting immediately," he sharply spat at you, his 10 inch erection on full display as he sat on the black leather couch, hard golden eyes not leaving yours.

Bruno stayed behind him, black leather paddle in his hand. He wore black sweatpants, black bob pulled back in a small ponytail, a few black strands poking out, resting on his smooth forehead. His chest was bare, light six pack on full display, his arms ripped with muscles that definitely knew how to swing a leather paddle across a naughty girlfriends ass. "And you better sit facing him, I want full access to your bare ass because you will be getting a spanking for being caught talking to your ex-boyfriend, in case you forgot."

You slipped your black dress off, standing completely bare because you didn't like wearing a bra and underwear around them. "But I don't want to be punished, please just forgive me! I was just being polite!" Wrong.. you were trying to make the two of them jealous because they haven't been giving you enough attention lately; the plan clearly backfired so badly that you wished you could go back in time and undo your mistake.

"Do you want me to pick a switch from outside and beat your pussy instead? I'm sure Abbacchio wouldn't mind shoving his cock in your anus," said Bruno, his usually gentle voice hard. He wasn't fucking around with you today.. you broke the most important rule, knowing that Bruno and Abbacchio both get insanely jealous when it comes to you.

You knew that he was dead serious, so you made it a point to hurry over to Abbacchio, standing in front of him. "It's going to hurt, I'm not ready," you said softly, eyes widening as you stared at his monster cock. "You're too big to just fit inside of me." Fuck.. you weren't getting mercy today. You could tell from the hard look in their eyes that you were meant to be in pain.

Abbacchio let a smirk appear on his lips as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, forcing your legs to spread. "Aw, are you regretting what you did now? I don't give a fuck," he sneered, lifting you up before forcing you onto his cock.

A pained cry escaped your lips as you quickly buried your head in his shoulder, a gasp escaping your lips as he shot inside of your dry womanhood, pain shooting through your body. You wrapped your arms around his waist, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get through this punishment without comfort.

"You can keep your arms around me but lift your head and speak to me. You need to explain to us why in the absolute fuck you decided to break our most important rule." You felt Abbacchio's long fingers engage in your hair, yanking your head back. He cock twitched inside of you once you met his hungry eyes, his cock bulging in your stomach, unmoving. "What was your motive, Y/N?" He questioned, shout hair falling to his left as he tilted his head to the side, free hand roughly smacking your right breast, leaving a red handprint.

"Her motive was to make us jealous. She wanted to push our buttons. Good job, cara, you got exactly what you wanted. Is this what you wanted, to be punished as if you were a little child that doesn't know any better? How embarrassing," Bruno spoke to you harshly, shaking his head before he walked to stand behind you. "You fucking child, how dare you disrespect us." He smacked the leather paddle across the center of your ass, the paddle harshly crashing against your ass.

Tears spilled from your eyes at the first smack, your hands balling into fists behind Abbacchio's back. "I'm not a child, I... I hate you both!" You foolishly yelled without thinking, it being your only defense mechanism when you felt humiliated. You didn't hate them. You loved them both, but you were so embarrassed.. you weren't a child!

"Excuse me?" Abbacchio questioned, snatching your arms away from him. "Bruno, I think that we need to remind our girlfriend who the fucks in charge. I'll pin her down, beat her ass with no fucking mercy. Since she hates us who cares about being gentle for her sake, look at how she treats us!" He yelled, pulling you against his bare chest, arms wrapping tightly around you, trapping you against his chest with no way to escape.

"No, wait, please wait! I-I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, panic filling your voice as you wiggled wildly, trying to escape his grasp with no luck. "Please don't beat me, I'll be good! I take it back, Abbacchio!" You were begging now, practically pleading and regretting the foolish words that you said.. why were you so stupid? You were fucking this relationship up.. damn, you deserved this. You took it too far.

Five sharp smacks landed on your bottom, staying in the same place so you would feel it much more severely. "First rule.. don't talk to any of your exes unless you have no other choice. Second rule.. never say that you hate us when you're angry. Do you know how hurt we both are because of your behavior? And then you're going to say that you hate us? You're the one who broke the rules - you knew the consequences." Five more smacks on your left cheek, matching the bright red that was starting to coat your entire ass.

"I know, and I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I'm the reason this relationship is failing, you guys are going to leave me and I'll be all alone again! I-I don't hate you, I don't!" You sobbed into Abbacchio's chest, entire body shaking as gasps of air escaped your mouth, each hit causing you to flinch. You've broken up once before because of you saying stupid things.. that's why they are like this. You created the monsters.. you were the monster, you suppose.

Abbacchio scoffed- you almost forgot that his cock was bulging deep inside of your stomach, your throbbing pussy providing a wet coating because you shamefully were turned on. "We aren't going to leave you, we already told you that we wouldn't leave you again. Why won't you believe us? Are we not allowed to make mistakes, hm?" He questioned, his voice softening because despite how angry he was he saw that you couldn't handle being yelled at anymore.

Bruno landed five smacks on your left cheek before dropping the paddle on the ground, seeing that you were close to falling apart. "Stop doing this. If you want our attention, just ask and if you are upset with us, think before you speak. You deserve for me to beat your ass until I know for certain that you'll be sitting uncomfortable for a month, but I am going to stop. Next time you pull a stunt like this, I won't be as generous."

"I'm sorry, it was my fault you left me anyways. I won't.. I'll do better. I swear on my fucking life that I'll do better and be better for the both of you," you whispered in your trembling voice. You uncomfortably wiggled against Abbacchio's cock, causing it to twitch inside of you. You whined, pushing down on it.

Abbacchio let you go, allowing you to lift your head to look at him. "You're still getting fucked until you can't walk, you aren't escaping that," he told you, standing up. His hands wrapped around your ass, gently spreading your ass cheeks out, displaying your puckered hole to Bruno. "Good job Bruno, look at how red her little ass is. I bet it hurts too," he muttered, his fingers digging into your red flesh.

"Ow," you whined, arms wrapping around Abbacchio's neck. It was about time you just behaved and took your punishment, so that's exactly what you were going to do. "Yes, Daddy, I understand." Time to be good, be the perfect submissive girlfriend that they deserved. They spoiled the fuck out of you and they took care of you.. you should have just told them that you wanted attention.

"Good girl," you heard Bruno say, his body pressing up against yours, 8 inches slowly pressing into your anus, taking his time. "I don't want this happening again, and neither does Abbacchio. We expect better from you. You also need to stop acting like we mistreat you because we don't."

Abbacchio finally let his huge cock move, slamming himself in and out of you with such force that you were practically bouncing up and down on his cock, causing you to fully push into Bruno's cock. "Take your daddy's cocks, okay? Be a good girl and take our cocks. I know you can do it."

"Okay," you moaned, your legs tightly wrapped around Abbacchio's waist. It was painful.. but the pain was so fucking good. "I'll be a good girl and take your big cocks, I love you so much daddy's." And you meant it this time, you were going to be your best behavior. You bit down on your lip, bucking your hips back and forth, slamming into both of their cocks.

"That's our dirty little girl, fuck you're so filthy," Bruno whispered in your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe as he matched your speed, loud smacks filling the air. "We love you too, we love you so fucking much."

Abbacchio groaned, rolling his hips in and out of you, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. "Your our special little slut, we're going to fucking marry you and impregnate you with our fucking children. You'll be ours for eternity," he growled, smacking the sides of your ass.

You tightened around his cock, "yes, yes, fuck yes!" You cried out, throwing your head back to rest on Bruno's shoulder. You felt a strong orgasm overwhelming your entire body, both of your holes throbbing with satisfaction. Thick wetness formed between your legs- you felt like you were going to explode. "I'm going to cum all over your fucking cock because I'm your little fucking slut," you moaned out, fully releasing, letting yourself squirt all over Abbacchio's cock.

You felt Bruno give you three more thrusts before he filled your ass with his seed, pulling out and immediately replacing his cock with an anal plug, keeping his cum inside of your ass. "20 minutes," he said, placing a kiss on your lips. "You'll wear it for 20 minutes."

Abbacchio came inside of you, pulling out instantly. A smirk appeared on his lips when you squirted all over his cock as soon as he pulled out, coating him with your juices and his own cum. "The shower is big enough for the three of us, let's shower. I'll clean the both of you up." His cock rested on your stomach, still carrying you in his arms. "Don't you ever fucking break our rules the way you did today. Next time you'll be severely punished," he threatened.

You nodded your head, "I won't do it again. I promise that I'll be good." That was a load of shit- you give yourself a month tops before you piss them off again. Guess you were going to have to buy a wheelchair because next time you wouldn't get off as lucky as you did today. Good.

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I'm just going to say it: I don't think Caleb and Nott in the early campaign were that unhealthy. They're clearly devoted to each other quite intensely, but it's not like there's any lack of reciprocity in their relationship, apart from the fact that helping others (in this case, primarily Caleb) is one of Nott's unhealthy coping mechanisms. But it's not like Caleb is unaware that she has her own issues and needs! He asks what she needs and helps her as much as she does him. He gently lets her know that if she ever wants to talk about her past, she can with him. It's just that Nott hates dealing with her own issues (why do that when there are other people with issues she could be helping instead?) so she doesn't spill all the beans until she quite literally has to, choosing to dance around her problems until they're too big to ignore anymore.

Genuinely, I have to assume people think their relationship is so unhealthy because there was a lot of friction with the rest of the party early on that made Caleb and Nott seem more clumped together than they actually were.

#critical role #the mighty nein #yes I saw someone call their relationship ''so unhealthy'' again yes it bothered me again thank you for your condolences #nott the brave #caleb widogast #listen considering their circumstances they are REMARKABLY healthy actually #yes another c2 rewatch #also ''dancing around her problems until they're too big to ignore'' is one of veth's main character flaws #and scanlan's! and fcg's! oh my we seem to have discovered a theme

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There were some fantastic episodes of Magnus Archives s5! It also felt like it dragged so so much it could've done with like, half the number of EPs it had.

(also I find Martin just so boring, but I get that that's a me thing)

oh yeah there were definitely some high points, and some images/lines that will stick with me for a long time (i especially loved "strung out"). the sound design was great too. it just didn't compel me like the previous seasons did.

wrt your second comment: i do find it really interesting that a lot of people jumped ship on the jonmartin front after it became canon. i assume that's because their dynamic was brought front and centre, instead of being kind of in the background, and it wasn't everything the fans hoped it would be. (i also saw a lot of people pivot from liking martin to disliking him, which makes sense given his elevation from having almost no lines in season 1 to being virtually a deuteragonist in season 5.)

and yeah, solid agree on the season being too long! felt like nothing happened for a while and then everything happened very quickly, and by the time the everything had started happening, a bunch of people had already gotten bored and dropped off.

#tma #i personally got a little less invested in jonmartin post s4 #partly because i think they could have done more with it #and partly because i actually prefer fictional relationships when they're on that dangerous tipping point between romantic and nonromantic #spiky/unhealthy/complicated dynamics are much more compelling to me than straightforward romantic love #i think jontim would've slapped.#it would have been terrible and everyone would have had a bad time which is perfectly in keeping with the themes of the podcast

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🌟 Introducing Bianca Moore: A Celestial Devotion in Two Worlds 🌟

Warnings: Main Character Death. Canon: divergent. Toxic Relationship. Manipulation. Emotional Abuse. Unhealthy Dynamics. Control. Isolation. Dark Themes. Self-Esteem Issues. Psychological Distress. Angst. Unhealthy Love. Violence.

Sephiroth’s death: Last Order: Final Fantasy VII

🌙 Name: Bianca Moore 🌌 Universes: Final Fantasy 7 & Inuyasha ♏ Zodiac Sign: Scorpio 🔮 Personality: Dark INFJ, 2w3 🖤 Fatal Flaw: All-consuming love for Sephiroth 🔗 Hashtags: #FantasyWorldsCollide, #nephilimchronicles, #oc: bianca moore - ff

‘When you materialized before me in the study," Sephiroth spoke coldly, "you were in such a weakened state. You were like a small bird, broken but beautiful, and Mother, Bianca, made you whole. Embrace us.”

In the ethereal tapestry of two enchanting worlds, a figure emerges, woven from the threads of celestial grace and dark mystique. Meet Bianca Moore, a mesmerizing figure that blends the realms of Final Fantasy 7 and Inuyasha, bringing together love and devotion that transcends time and space.

From the moment her essence was touched by the infusion of Jenova's cells, a transformation occurred, bestowing upon her an ethereal allure that entrances all who cross her path. With each step, her captivating presence casts an enchanting spell, drawing those who encounter her into her world of allure and mystery.

Personality Portrait: Bianca's heart pulses with the fervor of an unyielding devotion, a devotion that has melded her identity into a fierce spirit of independence. Guided by her loyalty, she stands as a beacon of courage amid life's tempestuous seas. Her charisma is magnetic.

Yet, within her charismatic exterior lies a complex dichotomy. Bianca's love for Sephiroth, once a strength, now teeters on the edge of obsession. This love, though powerful, blinds her to the potential consequences of her actions, leading her into impulsive decisions that veer her away from the path of reason. Her tunnel vision may leave her naive and reckless.

Likes & Dislikes: In the embrace of the night sky, Bianca finds solace, her affinity for the heavens mirrored in her fascination with powerful artifacts and ancient knowledge. Dark aesthetics and symbolism captivate her, as she delves into the mysteries of life and destiny. The enigmatic allure of music and poetry resonates with her soul, echoing her own intricate complexities.

Hobbies & Quirks: Stargazing, her eyes tracing constellations, beckons her to dream beyond boundaries. Ancient texts offer portals to forgotten wisdom, and exploring abandoned places is a testament to her bold spirit. The glow of Mako reactors and the pursuit of the Promised Land intertwine with her quest for purpose.

An aura of luminescence adorns her, a testament to her unique essence. Black feathers, a symbol of her devotion and both her and Sephorith’s fallen states, are cherished as if they were precious relics. Her loyalty stands as a testament to her undying commitment.

🕊 History: A Tale of Light and Shadow

Rift Through Dimensions: Born of tragedy, Bianca's existence bears the weight of celestial and demonic lineage. Conceived by the Fallen Angel Ragnar and archangel Seraphine, she was destined to become the 'Harbinger of Darkness'—a Nephilim with the power to assault the heavens. Sent forward in time by Seraphine to protect her from Ragnar's sinister intent, Bianca grew up oblivious to her extraordinary heritage.

Encounter with Sesshomaru: Her path took an unforeseen turn upon an encounter with Sesshomaru, a mysterious future demon lord. Through enigmatic ties, their fates were woven together, hinting at a deeper connection yet to unfold.

Arrival at Hojo’s Lab: Destiny beckoned in the form of Hojo's lab within the Shinra Mansion. Here, she formed an inexplicable bond with a troubled soul—Sephiroth. Offering companionship and solace, Bianca's presence became a beacon of light during his descent into darkness. Their connection deepened, blurring the boundaries between love and the shadows.

Nibelheim Incident: The flames of Nibelheim bore witness to Bianca's inner turmoil. As Sephiroth's descent into darkness unfolded, she grappled with her unwavering love for him and the rational doubts about his actions. The fiery destruction of the town and Sephiroth's pursuit of Jenova's remains left her torn between loyalty and reason. Witnessing his plunge into the lifestream, she was held back from following by Zack and Cloud's intervention

Hojo’s Experiments & Sephiroth’s Lure: Bianca's resilience was tested as she became a subject of Hojo's experiments, melding celestial and demonic essence with Jenova's cells. This transformation altered not only her appearance but also her powers, accompanied by haunting dreams of Sephiroth. Despite the growing darkness and influence, her connection with him only deepened.

Escape From Hojo’s Lab: The walls of captivity could not contain her indomitable spirit. Defying SOLDIERs, she fought her way to freedom. Fueled by her bond with Sephiroth, the line between light and darkness blurred as she proclaimed her unwavering connection to him.

Encounter with Sephiroth Clone 12: Bianca escapes Shinra's lab, her fusion of celestial and demonic granting grace against captivity. Meeting the 12th Sephiroth clone outside the manor grounds, suspense fills the air. He offers her his hand and she takes it. Infused with Jenova's essence, Bianca's touch sparks a connection. The clone, guided by Sephiroth's unseen presence, offers to accompany her to North Crater, destinies converging.

Reunion between Bianca and Sephiroth: Amidst the transformative rebirth of Sephiroth in the North Cave, Bianca stood guard. Their bond, transcending time and space, remained unbreakable. Her essence merged with shadows, evolving into a being of light and darkness, forever bound to him.

Reawakened: In an extraordinary twist, Sephiroth entreated Bianca to become his wife, sealing their destinies. Faced with a life-altering decision, Bianca's trust and determination led her to accept, defying the boundaries of reality. A connection that defied the very fabric of their world was forged, setting the stage for a destiny that would shape both their lives and the world around them.

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hmshermitcraft · 9 months

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Bdubs is a badger hybrid. Impulse is a rabbit hybrid. They both used to be childhood friends until the beginning of middle school when they got into a fight that turned extremely physical where Bdubs broke Impy's right leg, both his arms(breaking one by bitting the wrist so hard it snapped the top bits of the arm bones), clawed and bit his torso, and was just about to tear out his throat when someone finally pulled him off. After that, Impulse's parents were terrified Bdubs would do this again, so they moved towns.

Bdubs didn't see Impulse till his freshman year of college, and he almost wished he hadn't. All the scratches and bite marks scared, his neck still showed where Bdubs's teeth were going to dig in if he closed his mouth just a little more, and his wrist and leg don't work their best some days.

What was worse was the mental and emotional effects of that day. Impulse would not let Bdubs out of his site, and would tremble if the badger blocked an exit or got too close. He also had nightmares that woke Bdubs up on more than one occasion, but if Bdubs were to ask about it, Impulse would just hide under the blankets and try and pretend nothing happened.

Freshmen aren't allowed to change rooms unless there is an extreme emergency, and Bdubs hates the fact his old friend is stuck with him after he so royally destroyed the friendship.

Bdubs feels like this would count as an emergency. He thinks the fact it's not is bullshit. It's having a detrimental effect on Impulse's and his studies. It's obviously having a major effect on Impulse's mental health. Bdubs is considering dropping out, maybe trying to find another college far away from here.

All of this isn't fair. Impulse deserves a new start. The opportunity to make friends that won't betray him like that.

(Bdubs' parents had been scared, too. Sure, they had their play fights, but Bdubs was never physical before. He got loud, but he didn't like fighting. It was how Bdubs ended up at various appointments and assessments until they found the underlying cause. Bdubs has still never forgiven himself, even if they found the reason.)

For the time being, he's going to help Impulse as much as he can. He gets a big room divider that he pulls across the room, meaning Impulse doesn't even need to see him. On top of that, he spends as much time as possible outside their room. At cafés, at the library, in the park... Wherever he can find.

It works. He turns up late each night, usually once Impulse is already asleep. He doesn't normally see him most nights, the room divider working well.

Until one night, when he finds Impulse still awake. He sighs when Bdubs arrives. Bdubs was about to leave again - taking the clear hint Impulse wasn't happy to see him - but Impulse quietly tells him, "It's not safe to stay out so late." Bdubs looks at the clock by the door, the time well into the early hours of the morning. And then, more damningly, "I worry about you."

Bdubs is a real piece of shit, isn't he? He can't even avoid Impulse right.

#hermitshipping #ask #impulse tag #bdoubleo tag #impdubs #mod 🎀#weekly theme: roommates #blood tw #injury tw #unhealthy relationship tw

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