#just in case i write more for it quq

[serenescribe]

a gift for @0rchidm4ntis based off their selkie!silver au that they told me about over discord! we have both become thoroughly enraptured by the tragedy of this au and as such, i had to write something for it TvT

“How are you feeling today, dear?” Lilia asks quietly, pressing his hand against Silver’s forehead. The boy is a little warmer than usual — not quite to the extent of a drastic fever yet, but bordering slightly on it. Perched on the edge of Silver’s soft bed, he reaches out to smooth locks of hair out of his son’s eyes as they flutter open, gazing at him blearily.

Silver’s lips press together as his face scrunches up, thinking through his words before he says, “‘m alright, Father—”

“Nonsense,” Lilia interrupts briskly, narrowing his eyes at Silver; that was not the answer he wanted to hear, his son downplaying his status for the sake of reassuring him, as he is wont to do. “You’re warmer than usual. If I allow you to head to school in this condition, you’ll surely fall properly ill!”

There is a pause, during which Lilia reaches out to adjust Silver’s pillows, rising from the bed to tuck him properly under his blankets. Eventually, he hears, “I just… wish I did not fall sick so often.”

And oh, Lilia’s heart twists at that, a pang of guilt burrowing its way into his chest, wedging itself between his veins. Bile rises at the back of his throat, a foul taste that he swallows down.

He knows why Silver is sick, why he is always sick. As the years pass by and Silver grows older, he has gone from a spirited and vibrant child, so full of energy, laughing and running about daily, to something… weaker. More prone to illness, his skin taking on a pallid hue. And to make matters worse, he was now prone to bouts of accidental napping, slipping in and out of sleep without noticing, dozing off at the strangest and worst of times.

Lilia knows the cause, even as the doctors don’t and Silver doesn’t. The answer to it lies in the bottom of a chest tucked below his bed, hidden behind dozens of boxes and containers that he has never quite gotten around to properly sorting. A soft coat of fluffy fur, dried after over a decade away from the sea, tinged in shades of grey and white, speckles dotting the darker patches of fur.

A seal’s coat. A selkie’s coat.

(A memory flashes to mind, unbidden, etched in the depths of his psyche: He is younger, sitting on the coarse sand of the beach, a sea of stars twinkling above as the waves lap at the shoreline. In his arms is but a baby, wrapped up in a coat far too big for his body, blinking open those big eyes to gaze up at him with nothing but pure adoration in those auroral pupils.

Lilia knew, at that point, that a part of him would be loath to ever let this strange, mystical child go.)

“But you cannot help it,” Lilia finally says, coming back to himself. He leans over, running a hand through Silver’s hair, stroking his head affectionately, feeling his dear boy lean into his touch. “I keep telling you to rest well and take it easy, lest you overstrain yourself and fall ill again. You must learn to be patient with yourself, Silver — otherwise how are you going to get better?”

“I know,” Silver mumbles, thoroughly dejected. The guilt stabs at Lilia again, but he smothers it, stifles it, shoves it down. A small smile graces his son’s face as their eyes meet. “Thank you for taking care of me, Father,” Silver says, a reverence to his words.

Lilia smiles back, stomach churning with a regret he buries under the weight of his love.

“Anything for my most darling son.”

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #personal writing #twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst fanfiction #twst writing #selkie silver au #just in case i write more for it quq

[missblissy]

Hello! Can you do HC for Alastor x reader where they have a second chance to be humans and maybe they spend their time living in a comfy lodge in the forest?

((My dear sweet Anon, I loved this idea so much that im turning it into a mini series idk how many parts it will be but there will be plenty UwU. I hope you don't mind, I kind of changed it a little??? It's kinda... fluffy and cute... with.... a dark.... under tone QUQ... Im sorry its hard for me not to make things angsty. And also thank you so much for the prompt idea and ask that inspired me to write this :> Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Thumbs up goes to anyone who can figure out the title means >w> ))

Epulor : Part One

"Salt Lake City Sheriff's Detectives arrested a 29-year-old law student on Thursday, October 2nd, 1975, and charged him with attempted murder and kidnap in the 1974 abduction case of a teenage girl. Theodore Robert Bundy, of Seattle, was held in $100,000 bail. His arrest followed a police line-up at which his alleged victim identified him. City Judge Floyd Gowans set a preliminary hearing for October 24th..."

The radio continued to talk on in the background as you made an effort to kneed raw dough over and over again. You were somewhat listening to the newsreel playing. That was all the talk these days so none of it was very new to you. In fact, it was uncomfortably close to home. You lived along Raging River just at the base of Taylor Mountain. The same place where body after body was showing up in link with this Ted Bundy person that the news couldn't get enough of. It had made you nervous, uncomfortable, but you told yourself not to worry as much for they caught him, just as the radio buzzed on about.

There was an unexpected slam that pinched your nerves, causing you to yelp out without meaning to. You heard the stomp of boots on your wooden floors followed by another slam as a door shuddered into place. It wasn't long before your husband had made his way into the kitchen. He was lightly covered in the early snowfall that had just started to sprinkle from above.

"...Officers would not discuss details of the investigation which led to Bundy's arrest..."

As he walked by the radio he slowed down to listen to it for a moment. Then scoffed and quickly turned the dial to a different station. The songs were outdated just like the radio but you couldn't ask for much living in the middle of the mountains, nor could you ask for much with your husband, Alastor. He was a very odd man, but you loved him no less. As he walked by you, he paused while humming to the out-of-date music and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He carried on afterward towards the furnace keeping your house warm.

Alastor dropped the bundle of logs he had and went about his business trying the feed the flames within the heated box. Nothing was spoken between the two of you. You went on kneading the dough while Alastor did whatever he was doing, you weren't sure as you had your back turned to him. This went on forever how long it took for you to place the ball of dough into a bowl and cover it.

You never once turned away from your work, washing your hands in the sink and dusting the flour off your dress, "Maggie called again today." You simply said.

"Oh?" That was Alastor's sister. The one he tried to avoid. Not that didn't try to avoid all of them. He was their only brother after all, and all four of them were eerily on the needy side, "What did she want."

You slapped down a rag on the counter and turned to face him. You quickly crossed your arms and gave him a stern look, "What does she always want when she calls?" Your pointed stare only furrowed more as Alastor turned to face you.

He clicked his tongue then slowly nodded his head, "Ah," He said while passing through our tiny home to stand before you, "She wants me to come home. Something about my mother again, I'm sure." He snaked one arm around your hip, then the other so that you were locked between his arms.

If it wasn't apparent, you didn't much like Alastor's family. They disapproved of your relationship, they were incredibly rude at your wedding, and his sister's found it endlessly entertaining to harass you. They were all a loud, bossy, and nosy family, much unlike you and your own. You were quiet, shy, and mostly a loner. You kept your arms crossed and fit over your chest and did your best to stand your ground, "She told me, to tell you... That you need to come home and visit mom before she gets any worse. I think that's the nicest way I can put it." Maggie was the oldest sister and second oldest child, and she was by far the most opinionated.

But there was a reason Alastor was ignoring her calls and not returning them. He sighed and loosened his grip on you but never let go, "You'd think she'd take the hint," His tone was sad and pitiful.

However, you weren't upset because his sister called, and you weren't upset that Maggie wouldn't leave you alone. You were upset with Alastor, "You need to call her. Or visit," You pulled away from him completely and went to the sink, "Do something. Your mother isn't going to remember you for much longer. You should go home."

You both knew his answer to that would be a hard no. He turned away from you and walked over to the tiny wooden table that separated your kitchen and living room, "And what if I don't?" He asked, not really asking for an answer persay, but to just ask out loud.

"Then there is a chance your mother dies. And you never see her again." Your words were cold and harsh enough to cause your husband to wince. He didn't want to hear it but there was nothing else to be done. His mother had dementia and with her growing age, it had only gotten worse. She was barely lucid for your wedding, which broke Alastor's heart. It was why you moved so far away, as far as you could go. You only lived about two hours from Seattle when both you and Alastor were from New Orleans.

There was a moment there when no one said anything. Just the empty sound of a fire roaring away within a furnace. The instant pops of wood-burning ablaze, "I can't leave work." Alastor finally said. He was slumped over the dining table now, "Maggie wants me to stay."

You wouldn't be lying if you said you wanted to go back to New Orleans. The great north was.... great and all. But it was cold, the winters were harsh and the people were just far too different. It wasn't home, "She's your mother. Alastor." He winced again, rarely you used his full name, "You can't just abandon her."

He stood there silent for a long time. He was staring at the grains in the wooden table, trying to come up with a better answer than, I don't want to. He kept his cool though he felt his breath get caught in his throat. How on earth was he supposed to feel. The last time he saw his mother, she mistook him for his father. Which was another can of worms Alastor didn't want to be faced with. His mother didn't at all resemble what she use to be, what she was in Alastor's memories.

In his silence, you approached your husband and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Dementia is hereditary, Alastor," You spoke softly, "There is a chance this will happen to you too." He didn't want to hear it, "Wouldn't you want your family to be there, even if you couldn't remember them?" No. He didn't.

He took in a sharp breath, deep and cold. It filled his lungs as his chest puffed out slightly. Alastor reached for his glasses and removed them from his nose. He folded them, tucked them away, and put on a shallow smile, "What are you making for dinner?" He tried changing the subject.

You raised a brow, but learned to not press on further, "Shepard's pie, why?"

Alastor gave you a half-effort smile. His brown eyes were filled with an emptiness you couldn't understand. He placed a hand on your shoulder, gave it a squeeze, then walked into the kitchen, "Let's not waste any time, yeah? I've got to go back into the city for a recording tonight."

You frowned at him. You wanted to talk more, but knew better not to. If Alastor didn't want to talk about something, you couldn't make him. Instead, he'd rather quietly help you make dinner.

Later that night, you found Alastor sitting at the kitchen table, busy writing down numbers, crunching bills, and taking care of finances.

"Are you still going to go to the studio?" You asked him.

He looked up quickly, startled by your quiet entry. He noticed you were dressed for bed, and his heart sank a little. He set down his pen and sat up slightly, "... Yes." He said slowly as if he wanted to change his mind.

"It's almost eleven, Al." You said with a hint of sadness to your tone. However, both of you knew he wasn't going to change his mind. So with defeat already in your face, you said, "You should get going then. Please don't be out too late."

You were right. He also didn't want to be out late, he just had to be. He quickly gathered up his paperwork, then stuffed it away into a folder he could take with him. He was by your side a second sooner.

Alastor gave you a sad smile, and a pleading look, "I'm sorry." There was sincerity there and a bit of begging.

But you kissed him anyway, "It's alright," You gave a similar sad smile. You understood that he had to work, and sometimes work took over his life. You fixed his sweater, straightened his tie, then combed the random strands of hair out of his face. You gave him one last kiss on the cheek, then watched him leave.

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Music played softly while the record spun repeatedly on its axis. The muffled sound of trumpets filled the air with a sense of false joy. Alastor looked up from his notes, then at the little clock on the wall. The On-Air light spat out a single spark every now and then. He always forgot to change that busted light bulb. There was a faint sound of the walls shifting with the wind outside, and a slightly annoying tapping sound as if metal was clashing on metal.

He peered out the window across the room and watched the rain distort the city lights. Seattle lived up to its legacy of never-ending rain. It was peaceful though, it reminding him of home even though he wanted to think little of that place.

Alastor sat back in his chair while grabbing a set of headphones too big for anyone's head. He put them on, then plugged the aux into the mainframe of his radio station. Even with the thick headphone on he could still hear that irritation tapping sound. He ignored it and choose to focus on the music playing that came from the recording spinning behind him, it was his channel after all. Easy listening, 24/7, with news updates and radio shows from time to time.

His fingers graced the dial, then he spun it. Static met his ears harshly until he synced to another radio station, "John and Louise Bundy are steadfast in their belief that charges in Salt Lake City of kidnapping and attempted murder placed upon their son; Ted Bundy is a terrible mistake-"

Alastor quickly changed the station once again. He felt the wave of irritation begin to boil in his blood. He thought to himself how he was growing tired of the same story blasting every news station. The radio static fizzled into his ears and cooled down again as he focused on a different station.

"-Utah Law student held for attempted murder and kidnap is a prime suspect in the abduction of three western colorado women-"

Again he changed the station. And continued to change station after station. Every time he changed the station, it was just enough of a pause to hear the metal clink together again. And again. And again. His blood began to simmer into a quiet rage that flushed his skin and heated his heart. In a fit of rage, he growled out and threw the headphones off. With great speed, he stood up, flew open the studio door, and raced downstairs into the basement of the building. His feet stomped heavily, bending the old plywood boards. With a deep snear, Alastor shoved open the basement door and reached around in the dark.

His fingers brushed the light's power cord. He snapped it down, and the lights flashed to life. The room around him was the same as he last saw it. Still a bloody mess. Alastor took in a quick breath, his nose flared with a fit of anger. He forgot about cleaning this place up. His mind was buzzing in all kinds of directions. He couldn't focus on anything right now. Not with his mother's current condition, not with this room, not with his wife. And not with, "Enough with the banging!" Alastor screamed.

His figured loamed over her shaken body. His shadow perfectly hid her beaten face, trapped behind the rusty bars. Alastor slammed his hands onto the bars between them and barked again, "Stop it with your insistent banging already!"

She shook like a leaf. "I can't work like this!" He yelled at her. Her bare body was bruised and beaten, with an iron trap around her head. Its metal claws dug into her jaws, lips, and forced their way into her mouth. It was called a Scold's Bridle. An old torture device used to silence women in the dark ages. Alastor made it himself, so it wasn't perfect, didn't fit quite right. But the poor girl fell victim to its purpose. She couldn't speak or make a sound, aside from drool here and there. And it wasn't like she could remove it, either, for her arms and legs were chained together, then chained to the wall and floor.

Just seeing her made him infuriated. Alastor felt himself crack. He felt himself slip into his rage, and slip from reality. It was then and there that he dug around in his pocket and found his keys. The jail door was unlocked and Alastor let himself in.

He suddenly stopped and stood there, stoned face, dead stare. The girl was trapped in his blank, endless stare. He didn't blink once, his lips remained flat, with his jaw hung slightly open.

He snapped and looked to his right, "No! I don't have time to clean up another mess!" He looked at someone that wasn't there, or at least that the girl couldn't see. She looked around the room and it was still only them.

"What would I do with her? Haven't you heard the news? Haven't you heard what's going on?" Alastor shook his head while balling his fits. He kept talking, "I have to lay low. No more games!"

What was he talking about? She could only guess. The girl started to back away, pushing herself up against the wall as far as she could. But Alastor took a step closer, and he was towering over her again. He looked at her, then to the wall. He looked at her again, then turned behind him and spoke, "I can't just leave!" He growled out, "I... I've worked really hard for everything I have here-..." He paused and she watched defeat fall onto his face. Something about that did nothing to comfort her but only made her fears grow larger.

Alastor stared at empty space but seemed as though he was listening to someone. He even looked like he was being scolded. His brown hair fell down into his face as he lowered his head. Darkness cast over his features while he let out a sigh. Finally, he turned to the girl. He peered down at her, eyes sharp and beady, there was no light there. Only darkness, and even though he said, "I'm sorry," There was no sincerity at all.

He grabbed her by the head of her blonde hair, dirtied with dry blood and soot. He made it quick, or at least, as quick as a knife jabbed into the artery can make it. Alastor let her go and watched as she fell to the ground, choking on her own blood, laying there in the mess he made.

Her hands rapidly grasped at the hole in her neck, hopelessly trying to stop the blood from leaving her body. It felt like years of suffering to her, but it was only five minutes before her body went limp and her last breath was taken.

All the while, Alastor watched, his face cold. There was nothing there, no fear, no anger, no shock... and neither joy. Alastor stood with a blank face as a bead of sweat rolled down his brow. He blinked a few times then started to soak in his reality. Suddenly there was a panic and his heart flickered in his chest. A trembling hand slowly twitched into his back pocket. He pulled out a handkerchief that he always kept tucked back there. Alastor's hands shook so much that he dropped the thin rag. It dipped into the blood only for a second, letting one corner stain red.

He didn't notice though, and used it regardless to clean his glasses, "Oh.." His shaken voice musted out, "I'll clean this up then..." He seemed as though he was in a state of shock, almost like he couldn't take in what he had just done, "Hopefully I'll..." He paused and took in a deep breath, "... Be home before (Y/n) wakes up..."

#hazbin alastor x reader #hh alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin #hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #x reader #alastor / you #hazbin hotel x reader #idk what to call this AU #Epulor!AU #there we go #hahaaaaa #Dark #kinda #fluffy #fluff #not really #im sorry #mini series #epulor part one #part two is coming out soooooon #those a real news snipets from the ted bundy cases lol #ha #uh #lol #huh #aaa

[lovelywingsart]

Metallic (18+)

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Oh lord here we go- Ok, first off, y'all get a small paragraph beforehand, please forgive me. :'D I've... never posted smut THIS PUBLICLY before. This is admittedly incredibly nerve-wracking and I'm hella nervous because I feel like I write... 'conservatively'? You'll see what I mean. So... Please go easy on me for this one...? I'm great for sweet stuff and angst, but smut is a whole other beast despite NSFW being one of my favorite art forms when drawing. I mean, I've already made a few *spicy* art pieces for them, but just... Writing is difficult. I mean, I really hope you guys like it anyway!! But fair warning. THIS is new for me. QuQ I do have a few more smut pieces in the works, but this was the first one written.

So uh... on to the story, I guess...!

**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**

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*Warning?: Hella smut, lots of biting, choking and kisses, some blood from said biting, just rough sex in general? Normal, to rough, to fluff. not entirely sure what else to add?? :'D It's all consensual, no worries.

Summary: With some high tensions, a smart mouth, and some unfortunate forgetfulness, Emelia gets herself into a bit of... 'trouble' with the notorious Metal Man. But maybe this time she bit off a bit more than she could chew... Not that she really ends up minding.

A pair of footsteps echoed through the underground tunnels of the factory, almost mimicking the constant sounds of pickaxes being dug into the stone. The walking man looked around every once in a while, seemingly proud of whatever progress had been made.

"All is going well. Good, good." He said proudly, puffing on the cigar he held between his fingers. The woman next to him rolled her eye. The small lights of the tunnels glinted in the glasses he wore as he turned his head to glance at her. "Is there a problem?" He chuckled.

"If by 'well' you mean 'excruciatingly slow by dimwitted slaves', then yes."

"Would you like to join them then, Emmy?"

"Bloody hell, no. I'm still sore from lugging those damned carts around..." Emelia mumbled, reaching to rub behind her neck. The man next to her chuckled again, handing over his cigar. He stepped forward slightly as she took it, holding out his free arm.

"And yet you're still walking!" He chimed, looking back at her as she puffed on the cigar, herself. "We'll change that soon enough."

"I'm not working myself to death, Heisenberg." She huffed, picking up speed and shoving the cigar back into his face. "While factory productions are important to me too, perhaps learn the definition of a 'break', and not as in 'break my back'."

Karl took the cigar with amusement as she walked forward ahead, clearly heading back to the main building.

"First you tell me to work harder, then you say not at all." He mused, following closely. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I can do what I want?"

"And yet, what you want is what affects YOUR factory in the long run... Timing, Karl."

"You act as if you know more about MY factory than I do."

"And what do you know?"

"Everything."

"Good, then you know I'm heading upstairs to rest for a moment."

"I assumed so."

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The two wandered along the corridors to a hall with stairs leading to a metal door, sharing the cigar before she went forward and kicked the door open, snorting as she heard an irritated grunt behind her.

"If you break that, you're fixing it." He muttered, setting his hammer down to the side as he took the cigar from her. She snorted, tossing her own weapon to the side, watching it land on a pile of fabrics used for either covering machinery or covering herself when she slept, whichever happened to come first.

"You say that as if it would be difficult." She retorted, taking her hair out of the tie it was in and running her hand through it before stretching slightly as he walked past her to sit in a chair next to a desk in the room they were in. It was similar to a bedroom, but not quite. 'More like an office with a small bed' , she always said, occasionally taking residence on said 'bed' when she was tired. She felt Heisenbergs eyes on her as her muscles stretched and popped, and she let out a satisfied groan.

"It wouldn't be, but you'll have to make a new one from scratch." He said, arching a brow as he leaned back in the chair. She rolled her eye, moving to stretch her arms in front of her.

"Again, not hard." She shrugged, finally moving towards the desk he was next to. "Making a door takes less brains than you already have."

"Are you calling me an idiot?"

"I'm not calling you a genius."

She almost laughed as she saw him pause before taking a long drag on the cigar.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that." He sighed. She shrugged, leaning over the table and looking over the papers that had been laying on it.

"It's a joke, Heisenberg. I'll admit you're more intelligent than you let on." She said, moving the papers and other objects slightly while looking at them. She then paused as she held them, her eye going over the plans, x-rays, and sketches. "Did you leave out the other Soldat plans?"

"They're in with the cadou notes. I thought you would have seen them." He said simply, reaching for a manila folder on the corner of the table. He put the cigar in his mouth as he opened it and flipped through with a huff. "The new ones haven't been functioning properly, damn things... I'm thinking of rewiring the circuits to the brain.".

"Wouldn't that cause more damage than good?"

"Not if it's done properly." He chewed on the cigar for a moment before flipping over one of the papers. "The worst that could happen is the head exploding from the current. In that case-"

"Lycan food?" She suggested. He nodded in agreement.

"Lycan food. They're mostly useless to me otherwise..."

"As are most things..." she muttered, earning a glance. She looked back at him. "What? Am I wrong?"

"Not necessarily. Others do still have use."

"How?" She asked, turning to face him. "No head means no use."

He shrugged, tossing the folder back onto the table before leaning back in the chair.

"Replace certain muscle tissue and bones with pneumatic or hydraulic systems, whichever proves to be less of a pain in the ass that day, hot wire circuits to the remaining muscle structures, add an engine system into the chest with a strong battery..." he tilted his head slightly, almost as if he were picturing the plans in his head, thinking of more details as he went along. "They would quite literally be mindless, but a few shocks and currents would make them go just fine."

"Sounds a bit like you..." Emelia snorted, turning back to the table to organize the papers as he glared at her. "Shall I pick a few poor sods from the village to test this?"

"Or I could just use you..." he muttered.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Keep making your ass-backwards comments and see what happens." He shot back, finally pushing himself up to stand. "Yes, I'd like you to do that. Fresh bodies work best for the experiments. I'll send out the Lycans as well, given they don't tear them apart."

"That wouldn't matter anyway, Karl. You'll just stitch them back up like you always do."

"I could, couldn't I?" He started, taking a step closer to stand next to her with a sinister smile. "Or I could make YOU do it. You seem to have fun with tearing things apart and putting them back together-"

"I'm NOT sewing your bloody creations together." She interrupted. "I'll kill them and I'll tear them to shreds, or I'll assist with the inner workings of the mechanics. I don't sew."

"You'll learn."

"Like hell I will."

"I'll make you."

"Bullocks."

"Keep talking, Emelia." He dared, his voice lowering in a threatening manor. "I'm not in the mood."

"You were before we got here." She challenged. She only held her breath as he suddenly snuffed out the cigar on the table itself while his eyes seemed to stare directly through her.

"That's what happens when you keep insulting me, Emmy. I start to get angry. You know that."

She felt a chill down her spine at his voice. It was different from any other time she had aggravated him... It was as if she were in actual danger. His face was only inches away from hers, and he smirked once he noticed her hesitation.

"Scared, Emelia?"

She kept her eye on him, watching his movements carefully. No, No she wasn't in danger... Maybe.

"No." She replied, lifting her chin slightly as he arched a brow.

"Oh?"

"What is it you say to me...? I'm 'in a mood'...? Because I believe you're currently in one, yourself." She asked, finally moving forward and brushing past him in a nonchalant manor despite being somewhat stiff in her movements. "Drink some coffee and throw a few things around with that power of yours, you'll be fine."

She felt his eyes on her as she neared a cushioned chair against the wall.

"I'll throw YOU around..." He growled, taking amusement in her body slowing down as he spoke. He walked towards her as she turned to face him. "See how that pretty mouth works after your head goes through a wall."

"You forget I've stopped your hammer with my arm." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest before smirking. "You smashing my head through a wall would be as effective as Sturm trying to hold something with his nubs."

"You don't seem to understand what I can do to you, Emelia."

"And you don't seem to understand the amount of fucks I don't give, Karl."

His arm twitched slightly, and she glanced over as metal pieces on the floor began to shake just slightly. She just hoped he wouldn't direct his power towards her...

"If you would like to play, I'll GLADLY entertain you."

She suddenly got in his face, a mischievous, antagonistic spark in the gold of her eye.

"Entertain me HOW? Throw me to the Lycans? The Varcolacs? Hell, let Urias get ahold of me, see what happens."

He bared his teeth in a snarl, though the corners of his mouth stayed in a malicious grin.

"I'll turn YOU into a goddamn Soldat, you'll be so full of metal you won't be able to FUNCTION without me-"

"I'm more afraid of your SISTER than I am you!"

Her smirk widened as she saw a sudden spark of anger in his face, his smile faltering.

"Don't you dare attempt to bring that bitch into this, I'll put my hammer straight into your skull-"

"TRY ME, THEN-" She started, only to give a yelping gasp in surprise as Heisenberg slammed her against the wall by her throat.

"Shut your damn hole!!!-" He snarled. His grip was tight, but he seemed to stop once he glanced at her open mouth. All of a sudden the air around them changed, and she stared at him with confusion in her one golden eye. "Oh, Emmy, you didn't tell me!" He said with a sudden cheerful tone, moving his hand from her throat to her jaw. He switched so quickly...

"Wh-" she began, only to stop as her jaw was yanked open. She was confused until she saw the reflection of her tongue piercing in his glasses.

Shit.

"Well well, I guess you've got some metal in you after all. I won't have to try as hard..." He chuckled, tilting his head as she stared at her own reflection. "What else are you hiding from me, Emmy?"

Her eye was wide in simultaneous fear and curiosity. She knew she couldn't have hidden the piercings forever, but certainly longer than this. She usually at least took the one out of her mouth when around him given how often they talked for this reason... But even then, he had never noticed it before. Why now?! She kicked herself for forgetting. She wanted to shove him away... Shove him and run. Would he chase her? He was most definitely trying to scare her, she knew that much... But she also wanted to know how far he would actually go if she did nothing. Would he rip them out if he found the others? Use them as control like he mentioned? Or would he leave her alone? Something told her the latter was out of the question as he showed growing interest in her silence.

"N-.... Nothing..." she managed, nudging her jaw out of his grip. "I just-"

"You're a liar, Emelia." He said, his grin growing wider. She gave a huff and shook her head.

"I am not, you ridiculous-"

She was stopped with a startled gasp as a gloved thumb was shoved between her jaws, nearly propping her mouth open.

"Now now, this'll go far easier if you do it my way. Now open up."

He lifted his other hand to his face, taking a finger of the glove between his teeth and sliding it off. The glove fell to the ground between them, and she watched as he reached for her face with his bare hand. She flinched slightly as his fingers pressed against her lower jaw, though admittedly relaxed as his thumb drifted over her bottom lip. The skin was expectantly rough, she found, calloused and covered in smaller scars. She closed her eye as it drifted over her sharp lower teeth before thrusting over her tongue, pushing it back and causing a small gaging reflex. It tasted... metallic... Metallic with hints of other things. Not quite metal, not quite blood... Maybe residual oil? Maybe a hint of the cigars. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but the mixture wasn't bad... She really didn't mind much. She could almost feel the interested look on his face as she relaxed, though she attempted to hide it. Oh god, was she enjoying this...? She only flinched as he pressed his thumb against the muscle, pushing it out of her mouth somewhat to see the piercing fully.

"Let's see how much you're hiding from me, shall we?" He grinned.

There was a moment of confused silence before she felt his thumb press against the metal rod, her eye snapping open with a gasping yelp as what felt like electric sparks and currents traveled through that piercing, as well as the others.

All the others.

The sparks lasted only a second, but a second was all that was needed as her back arched slightly away from the wall. Heisenberg took a step back in surprise as Emelia suddenly collapsed to her knees, shaking and panting ever so slightly out of shock and... something else. She doubled over with a wide eye, an arm covering her chest and the other pressed against her abdomen and ever tightening thighs. What the hell WAS that...?! What the fuck did he do?!

"W-.... Wh-...." she tried, trying to voice her thoughts. But alas, despite the tingling feeling up her spine disappearing, she couldn't. She couldn't even move as she heard movement directly in front of her, the shock of the feeling only allowing her to look up as he grabbed her chin and lifted her face to meet his. She watched as he kneeled, only to look up and see the most smug grin she had ever seen.

"Liar liar, Emmy... You know how I hate liars." He chimed, adding to the smug aura he held. It pissed her off, but she couldn't do much about it now... She then grew nervous as he tilted his head, taking in her reaction fully as she stared at him with an ever-deepening red blush on her cheeks. "If I was more foolish, I'd say you enjoyed that."

"I-I... D-did NOT...!!" She snapped, stopping with a small squeak as he shoved his thumb back into her mouth to silence her.

He was met with another squealing whine as he pressed against the piercing once more, gleefully sending more currents through the metal pieces in her body. Emelia reached up to shakily grab his arm as the piercing was left alone once more, though the residual shock still remained. She wanted to say something... Say ANYTHING... but the feeling in her face, chest and thighs was so odd and... and good... It kept her silent, and Heisenberg took interest.

"Lycan got your tongue?" He joked, chuckling as she let out a growl. He found it amusing, of course. She only frowned as he tilted his head with the ever present smirk, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. "You know, Emmy..." he started, yanking her forward by the jaw slightly as she kept her hold on his arm. "I can't help but wonder how it tastes."

She felt another shiver down her spine at the sickeningly curious tone in his voice. Taste... Taste?? She stared at him as he removed his thumb from her mouth, though nearly started to form words immediately in stupid curiosity. The answer came to her quickly, however, in the form of a hand around her neck, a mouth to hers, and being shoved against the wall once more. She made an almost strangled noise as her back hit the concrete, her mind attempting to play catch-up as she felt something being shoved into her mouth. More sparks traveled along the piercings as his tongue slid over hers, and she let out a whining growl in response.

The taste of metal and the slightest bit of sweetness filled her mouth, along with the taste of the cigar they had shared only minutes prior. But... Why did it taste so good? Why wasn't she fighting him? She found herself frozen for a few moments as the realization set in that she... truly enjoyed this. He couldn't have known, could he? There was no WAY he could have known... Oh god, what was wrong with her? She generally wanted to strangle the man, but now...

She allowed the frustration from earlier to bubble in her chest, giving her control of her limbs for a few moments. Heisenberg began to back off, thoroughly satisfied in her reactions and his 'taste test' before she suddenly grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him back against her, giving a quiet grunt as her back was forced against the wall again with his weight. He was brought to his knees at the force of the tug, and it was her turn to feel satisfaction as a startled grunt left this throat.

Emelia returned the forceful kiss with all her strength, her back arching somewhat with the now consistent current from the piercings. Her legs shook slightly as she felt a warm feeling in her thighs from the current, unintentionally letting out quiet whimpers and heavy breaths into the kiss. His hand stayed pressed to her throat before he moved it to the side of her neck and shoved her head upwards with his thumb. He tore himself away to attack her neck immediately, licking along the skin before closing his jaws around it. She gasped as he moved along her neck, leaving bloody bites and bruises while using his free hand to nearly rip at her shirt. The fabric was pulled it from its tucked position, his grip tearing a few holes in the worn fabric as he held it taught away from her skin. She couldn't help it as her heavy breaths turned into pants, and she gripped his arm tighter as she felt the fabric continue to tear from a mixture of his grip and her squirming from the feeling between her legs. She shuddered as he finally pulled away from her now very bruised neck, his lips hovering right against her ear.

"Let me taste all of them, then." He growled, returning his hand to around her neck and squeezing along the bottom of her jaw.

Her squirming paused in his grip. 'Please, oh PLEASE-' she thought, secretly wishing to rip the shirt off, herself. But he couldn't know that... If he did, she knew he'd taunt her mercilessly. Not that he wasn't doing the same now... Instead she shook her head just slightly, trying to even out her breathing.

"W-Wait-" she started quietly, only to gasp once more as he finally tore the front of the shirt clean off from the seams. He tossed the fabric to the side as her back arched to meet the new air her front was exposed to, the newly revealed silver nipple piercings glinting as her body moved.

"Too late." He chuckled deeply, grabbing her by the side and bringing her chest forward as if he were claiming a prize.

He leaned down slightly, his arm wrapping around her as his mouth returned to her skin. He kissed and nipped to her shoulders and collarbone until his lips met the tip of the large scar that rested between her breasts. She swore she could almost see something flicker in his shade-covered eyes as he seemed to study it before nipping at it carefully. The nips were... oddly careful. It was as if he knew what it was... She managed to compose herself enough to speak, one of her hands moving to nudge his shoulder. She couldn't help but give a nervous gulp as he looked up at her, his eyes burning as if her touch had fueled the fire.

"N-... N-Not... um..." she tried, her voice oddly timid. She knew what was happening, though the idea made her nervous... "N-Not... here..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head slightly, loosening his grip on her neck. He then followed her gaze to the small 'bed' in the corner of the room- though it was more like a single mattress over a solid 'frame' with random odd pillows along the wall and multiple covers lumped on top. It was how she liked it.

"Th-There... uh..." she looked away for a moment, heavily aware her burning cheeks. "P-... P-Please..."

She could nearly feel his smile against her skin as he chuckled, though he didn't reply. It was then that she was suddenly picked up with a surprised yelp and tossed over his shoulder, her knees pressing against his sides to balance herself. She managed to hold on long enough before he walked to the 'bed', landing roughly onto it as she was tossed. She nearly scrambled to sit up until she looked up at him, watching him quickly close the space between them, removing his thick jacket and single remaining glove.

"Stay still, Emmy. The show is just getting started." He taunted, unbuttoning the long sleeve shirt he wore before kneeling onto the cushion and looming over her. She couldn't help as her vision traveled down what she could see of his chest, seeing similar scars along his skin.

She opened her mouth to speak, giving a quiet yelp as she was shoved into the sheets by her neck, her legs now situated around his waist. Her back arched as he leaned over, biting at her shoulder and collarbone once more before around one breast and onto the other. She gave a whining gasp as he reached the peak, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin and the small bar of metal pierced through it, his teeth grazing the it ever so slightly. He used his other hand to trail along the scar on her chest and down to her pierced belly, his rough fingers caressing the skin until they pushed underneath the tied overalls. Her legs twitched as his fingers reached the piercing between them, feeling as it was surrounded by a moist warmth. He smirked.

"I knew it." He said, rubbing against the piercing and bundle of nerves with another jolt of electricity before removing his hand. She couldn't help the whine that left her throat as her hips bucked lightly from the feeling, and he chuckled. "Easy..." he muttered, returning the palm of his hand to her stomach and shoving her down.

He dug his fingers into the skin around the belly piercing as she glanced down, and she made another strangled noise as he sent another wide current through her piercings. Her back arched as he pressed harder to keep her down, though she was startled as he suddenly crushed his mouth against hers once more. The small currents pulsed in a slow rhythm as she returned the kiss, her legs shaking and tightening against his hips. She let out a soft cry against his lips as the pulses increased, her grip on his arm tightening and even pulling him closer as the waves of a small orgasm rushed through her in spasms. The feeling was strengthened with the addition of... something pressed to her thighs underneath their clothing. But the waves... The small spasms that affected the muscles of her back and legs... While it hadn't been something she had felt even when human, and while she knew what it was, all she knew was that it felt good. REALLY good...

She could have sworn up and down she hated the man at any point before this, but as he broke the kiss and pulled away to look at her, she couldn't help but feel... want? Desire? Whatever it was, she knew she didn't want it to stop at the moment, and that's all that mattered to her. She still didn't want to give in so easily... But god damn was this feeling hard to fight off.

"D-... D-Damn you..." she nearly whispered, her voice wavering slightly. She was met with an amused chuckle as he removed his glasses and lightly sent them to the table they had been at before.

"Just what I like to hear..." He taunted, removing his hand from her throat. "Tell me, Emmy... Do you want more? Feel free to say nothing if you do."

She stared at him as he gave another sly grin, opening her mouth as if to protest... But she couldn't. Instead, she remained silent, though gave an irritated, embarrassed huff as she glanced off to the side. Her lip curled into a silent snarl as he gave another chuckle.

"I thought as much." He replied, leaning up. His fingers were dragged along her skin as he moved, trailing along other scars that littered her skin.

She glanced down to follow his hands, watching as they trailed over her hips and around to her front where the knot in the tied mechanic suit she wore. With one quick movement it was untied and loosened, and she jumped as everything was suddenly pulled away and off of her hips, sliding down her thighs. She froze at the new rush of cool air surrounding the warmth between her thighs, and suddenly the entirety of the clothing was removed as he seamlessly pulled it away from her legs. Now she was completely bare in front of him... Exposed.

The desire to cover herself was overwhelming as she met his eyes, seeing the smugness and sense of possession he gave as he took in every visible inch of her skin. Her arms and legs twitched in an attempt to cover any vulnerable areas, but she suddenly found her arms pinned next to her head and his hips against the backs of her thighs to keep them open.

"Don't you dare." He grumbled, a smirk still on his face as he glanced down slightly before looking back up at her face. "I haven't tasted everything yet."

"Wh-..." she tried, her legs twitching again.

She was met with another kiss as he leaned down, though it didn't last long. She let out quiet pants as his lips and teeth moved along her jaw to her neck, leaving more bites and bruises among the ones that already stained the skin. Her arms twitched as he reached her breasts again, hit tongue repeating the same actions as before on both piercings before finally returning to the large scar running down her sternum. He planted light kisses and nips along it, earning her confusion as he continuously moved lower. She watched as he nipped along the skin of her stomach, the corner of her mouth twitching as he seemingly, almost playfully, gently bit the piercing in her belly and glanced up at her. She rolled her eye for a moment before he sent another current through the metals, and she let out a soft whimper. It wasn't until he let go and moved to kiss and bite around her hips and thighs that she realized, her head shooting up with slight panic as she felt his lips against the inside of her thigh.

"H-Hey-"

"Quiet Emmy." He purred, the tone of his voice making her freeze. She watched as he kissed the inside of her thigh once more, her head landing back against the cushion with a shuddering gasp as he bit along the sensitive skin. Her hand flew over her mouth as he moved closer to her core, whimpering as she felt his tongue gliding along the skin.

"K-Karl, wait-" she whimpered through her fingers, only to take in a sharp, gasping breath as she finally felt his tongue against her, moving slowly as if savoring her reactions.

She tried closing her legs, though found it nearly impossible due to his hands forcing them to stay where they were. She could almost feel the bruises form where his fingers pressed against the skin, though that feeling was second in her mind compared to the pleasured sparks up her spine with each movement of his tongue. She couldn't help as her hand left the sheets, finding its way to his head as he played with the small piercing through the bundle of nerves, sending small electric pulses through her body once more. She felt the vibration as he chuckled against her, gripping his hair with small gasps and whimpers as his tongue delved into the warmth. Her back arched slightly with each movement, her thighs shaking from the new sensations. Why did it feel so good...?! She let out a long whine as the electric pulses continued, eventually biting down on her hand as to attempt to prevent any further noises. She could feel the tightness return as his teeth grazed against the piercing, and suddenly her hand was gripping his hair in a fist as she came again, a multitude of muffled whines and mutterings of his name escaping her mouth while her back arched. She barely heard the grunt he gave as he was pressed against her, not even realizing as he was able to pull himself away.

She flinched as Heisenberg reached up to grab her wrist, her body shaking slightly as he managed to nudge her hand away. He ran a hand through his hair to smooth it out, rising to loom over her once more as he licked his lips. Where the actual FUCK did he learn that?!

"That hurt, Emmy." He purred, keeping his grip on her wrist as she finally looked at him. Her face was red as she panted, her legs trembling as they rested against his hips once more. "Good girl."

He smirked as she stared up at him, his tongue swiping over his teeth before he leaned over and yanked her other wrist from her mouth, pinning both of them to the cushion beside her head. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden movement, her eye widening as it met his. There was a moment of silence as they held a stare down, only ending as he shifted her wrists into one hand and used the other to undo the belt and button of his own pants in one swift motion. It took her a moment to register the movement, keeping eye contact once the full realization of just how far- and how fast- this was about to go hit her. She squirmed slightly in his grip as she glanced down, nearly breaking said grip, only to get caught in yet another rough kiss as she felt something warm press against her thighs. She could taste herself on his tongue, and somehow it made her arousal worse...

She let out a whining groan as she was rubbed against, her back arching once more at the new feeling, only to give a surprised and somewhat pained cry against his lips as she felt him enter her quickly and fully with a grunt. She gasped into the kiss as he returned his hand to her neck, her back arching into his chest and her thighs once again tightening around his waist. More of the pleasurable feeling shot up her spine as he moved a few times, pressing against her roughly as she gave small whimpers and whines. It felt... good... so good. Why did it feel good? Why did all of this just feel GOOD? What the hell was she missing from her old life that didn't include THIS?? She couldn't help the small moan she gave as the kiss was broken, and he shoved his hips against hers. He tightened his fingers around the sides of her neck with a sly smirk as he stayed where he was. Although the glint in his eyes may have looked malicious, his actions proved otherwise as he allowed her a few seconds to relax.

"Am I being too rough with you, Emmy?" He asked, his smirk widening into a grin as she mindlessly shook her head, though it was more like a few twitches.

"N-... No... N-Not rough enough..." she growled with a challenging tone, though her voice was still light. She was met with a dangerous chuckle.

"Good."

Emelia glared up at him with a somewhat clouded eye, her breaths coming in light pants that turned into gasps and moans as his movements continued, growing faster and harder with each passing second. She struggled to keep her voice down despite the feeling of each thrust sending sparks into her chest. The sounds of his low grunts and deep breathing weren't helping, she found, and it made it much more difficult to control her own pleasured noises. She was then aware of a low laugh from him.

"Ah... I didn't think... you could sound like THIS, Emmy...~" He purred, his grip on her neck tightening. She opened her mouth, nearly flinching as she let out more soft moans.

"S-... S-Shut...." she tried, though was unable to finish any thought with her gasps and whines.

Her arms struggled in his grip, shaking with each thrust, only to suddenly be freed as he let go in order to take ahold one of her hips. She mindlessly reached for him almost immediately, gripping the edge of his shirt with one hand and grabbing the necklaces around his neck with the other in order to yank him down. She was rewarded with another rough kiss, her head being jerked up as he kept a hand around her throat. She let go of the necklaces, instead reaching under his shirt, her fingers trailing over his own scars until her nails dug into his back. There was an internal satisfaction as she heard Heisenberg give a surprised grunt, only to give a yelping cry as he suddenly pulled away to replace his hand around her neck with his teeth.

Small sparks of pain made their way through her shoulder as his teeth broke the skin, though they seemed to amplify the feeling as the thrusts became rough and quick. She finally reached her other hand around and under the shirt he wore, her nails dragging down the skin of his back as her moans and whines grew louder.

"F-... FuCK...! K-Karl...!!" She said suddenly, her voice cracking somewhat as she was met with a possessive growl and the slight smell of fresh blood as he let go of her neck. She couldn't help but gasp as she felt his cheek against hers, his beard scratching against her skin as his lips nearly against her ear.

"You're MINE, Emelia..." He growled.

Emelia felt as more pulsing currents were sent through her piercings, and she couldn't help but cry out as the pulses caught her by surprise. Her muscles tensed, her nails tearing at Heisenbergs back as she felt the waves of a strong orgasm, making her body shake and her legs flex around his waist. Her thighs tightened at his hips, halting him enough to keep him where he was as she came, but not long enough to stop him entirely. He let out a low growl as he kept up his movements until he slammed against her hard enough to move her up a few inches. She gave a gasping moan as could feel his muscles shudder and a strange warmth in the pit of her stomach as he filled her, and her back arched against his chest as she nearly hugged him to her for dear life.

There was small silence as their movement ceased, each breathing heavily. Emelia held onto the man over her as if it meant life or death, momentarily forgetting her irritation around him in the first place as there was a sudden feel of lips along her neck in a multitude of small kisses. They were gentle against her bruised skin... The odd tickle of the facial hair made the corner of her mouth twitch as she panted, unintentionally laying her head to the side for him as she very slowly but surely relaxed. Her irritation only slightly returned as she heard a chuckle from her neck, and she glanced down.

"Th' bloody hell is so funny...?" She muttered, unable to keep the lightness from her voice. She watched as he looked up from her neck, a sly smile across his still bloody lips.

"You're adorable, Emmy." He said simply, making her groan and start to push him away.

"Piss off...!!" She growled, only to gasp as he suddenly leaned over her with a chuckle, nearly being pushed into the mattress again as he finally slipped off the button-up shirt.

"Precious little doll, you didn't seem to hear what I said."

'Doll' ...? Emelia stared at him, now also shirtless, taking in the rest of the scars she had never seen. She could feel her face heat up more as he leaned over her, holding himself up with his hands on either side of her shoulders.

"Wha-" she started, only to let out a gasping yelp as he gave a single hard thrust to silence her.

"I told you, Emelia. You're mine. In more ways than one, it seems." He nearly purred, leaning down to press his nose to hers.

Her single eye widened as he grinned, only to be met with a quick, relatively gentle kiss. It took a moment for her to calm down before she returned it, staying where she was and secretly holding herself to that proclamation. She didn't want to admit it... She never would. But somehow, despite how he could be, this made her feel... wanted. It was an odd feeling, and one she knew she would be hesitant on getting used to. But she still hated him... Right?

She gave a soft whine as he pulled away, physically removing himself from her with a shuddering breath. She let out a whimper as she relaxed back against the covers, feeling an odd coldness and even a slight sense of loneliness as his weight left the mattress. She opened her eye with confusion and watched as his pants were fixed before her vision trailed up his back to see the bloody scratches she had left.

"Whoops..." she muttered, earning a chuckle and a glance back.

"I'll let you relax for now, Emmy. I don't wanna break you just yet..." He joked, nodding to the shirt he had left. "Use that for now, we'll get you another shirt later."

She couldn't help but smirk, her face red.

"Done already...?" She asked, her smirk faltering heavily as he glanced back with an odd mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Never said I was, Doll. This is for your sake."

Emelia watched as he began to walk to the jacket he had left, but she felt... sad. Not because he had stopped. Not even because she almost wished they would keep going immediately... No, it was another reason she couldn't quite place with every step away he took. She carefully pushed herself to sit up, wincing at the tenderness that settled between her legs before reaching for her discarded jumpsuit. But she only grabbed the simple boxers she had, managing to slip them on with minimal issue. She saw him slow his movements as she managed to stand, her knees just the slightest bit weak. Holding on to a support beam on the wall, she shakily made her way over to him as he glanced at her with an odd curiosity. She didn't care if she was entirely naked save for underwear, simply covering her chest with her arm as she reached for him. She stumbled into his back, feeling his muscles tense as her arms slowly wrapped around his torso, her fingers lightly drifting along the hair and scars on his chest.

"Don't you dare leave me like this, Heisenberg..." she muttered, pressing the scarred half of her face against his back. She knew he could feel her trembling as her legs threatened to collapse on her.

There was a moment of silence before she heard and felt him chuckle.

"You really are an odd one, Emmy..." He chuckled, turning his head to glance at her over his shoulder before giving a dramatic sigh. "Have it your way, then."

Emelia jumped as he suddenly turned in her arms, her cheeks going red as his face was suddenly mere inches away from hers. What was she DOING? Why she acting this way? She didn't know... But she was pleasantly stunned as she felt his hand raise and nudge her chin gently. However, instead of it going around her neck again as she expected, he simply caressed her cheek, avoiding the scars around her missing eye; Even he knew she hated them being touched, and now didn't seem like the best time to annoy her. In fact, he almost enjoyed her more when she was calm like this... She couldn't help but feel relaxed as the rough pad of his thumb brushed over her skin. Relaxed enough to settle her cheek into his hand fully, ever so slightly trying to remind herself that this wasn't who he was all the time. This was temporary... But she could do temporary.

"... Don't tell anyone..." She muttered suddenly, keeping her hold on him as he leaned back against the shelving next to them to stay comfy. He chuckled once more.

"Who do I have to tell, Emmy?" He chimed. She stared at him for a moment before shrugging, laying her head against his chest.

It was a moment of domesticity that she vaguely remembered wanting as human... Something about someone being close physically always seemed tantalizing, yet there was no way to achieve it here... Or so she thought. If she could just have more time like this... Though she knew it wasn't meant to last, especially not with him... But for now, she appreciated it. It wasn't until her senses focused on the machinery noises outside of the room that she gave a sigh, reluctantly pulling away from him.

"I should get back to work, then..." she mumbled, taking a few steps away, her fingers dragging along his chest before she turned, not seeing Heisenbergs face as he watched her walk away and run a hand through her hair to push it out of her face.

She made her way over back to the bed-like cushion, absent-mindedly picking the button-up shirt he had been wearing and slipping it on, herself. She'd take it since he offered, and because she didn't necessarily feel like hunting down new clothing. It was only slightly loose over her frame, being only slightly smaller than him in stature, and she felt his eyes burrow into her back as she buttoned it up. Quiet footsteps approached her from behind, causing her to jump with a small gasp as arms surrounded her while the shirt was only halfway buttoned. Heisenberg pulled her back against his chest, one hand on her hip and the other around the front of her waist.

"What are you-" she started, only to stop as the arm around her waist raised to nudge the collar of the shirt off her shoulder, placing gentle bites and kisses along the skin as soon as it was shown. Small shivers went up her spine with the movements, and she let out a wavering breath in attempts to not laugh from the tickling of his beard. "K-Karl, stop-"

"I never told you to get back to work..." He said simply, his now semi-serious tone interrupting he train of thought and causing any hint of laughter to disappear. He trailed kisses and bites to her jaw and her ear once more. "Indulge me then, Emmy, and I'll let you go. Let me have my fill."

Her face fell slightly. His fill... Did he mean...?

"W-What, be your toy until you're done?" She huffed, turning her head slightly to face him. Though he was on her blind side, she could almost feel the grin.

"Well, when you put it that way..." he started, letting his hands wander. One trailed under the shirt slightly, his fingers drifting below her belly, while the other found and gave a gentle squeeze to a now exposed breast from the shirt being moved before resting over the large scar. "Yes. But don't worry. I take care of my toys... I said I wouldn't break you so soon. And besides..." he pressed another gentle kiss behind her ear, "You seem like you want more. Am I wrong?"

Emelia took a shaky breath as she felt the odd sensations once more, reaching to hold onto his forearms as his hands moved. Well, of COURSE he was right... She knew there wasn't much else she would have to do around the factory today anyway. She worked constantly, and the factory ran relatively smoothly without her. She even came here for a break, anyway... And, despite her feelings about him, what the man had just shown her was... Well, her legs still held a slight wobble. To say she wanted more was an understatement. And so, she have a small huff and looked forward, tilting her head to allow him at her neck.

"... Go ahead..." she muttered, her voice an embarrassed tone. She felt his grin against her neck taking a breath as he gave a small, rough bite.

"You won't regret it, Emmy."

She gave a small, joking snort.

"I'll believe you if you can prove it, Karl..."

"Oh, even after what I've just shown you?" He played, his lips pressing to her neck once more. She said nothing, only somewhat easing against his chest with a huff. She rolled her eye as he chuckled, though her breath caught in her chest as his hand left the scar, letting his fingers trail up and along her throat. "I didn't think I would have to prove anything."

"You never do..." she muttered suddenly, only to close her mouth as she felt him freeze behind her. Where the hell did that come from...??

"Oh?"

She was silent for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Th-That, ah..." she started, only stopping as he grabbed her throat and pulled her to him roughly.

"What?" He growled, ever so slightly moving them forward. She took shaky steps, following his direction.

"N-Not... what I... mean..." she finally managed, glancing down with a quick breath as she felt the edge of the work table against the front of her thighs.

"Hm. What did you mean then, Emmy?"

"I..." she tried, though was unable to find her voice. What was this rush of excitement...?? The tone of his voice sent chills down her spine as he nibbled at her shoulder while awaiting a response. She then decided to just speak. What could go wrong?

"I-I mean...." she managed, gaining a smirk and holding onto his arm. She could feel as he tilted his head in curiosity. "You haven't quite done so thus far, how am I to believe you could...?" she continued, feeling his grip tighten. Good. She pulled away from him slightly to aggravate him. "You always need to prove yourself Karl, you won't get far without it-"

She was stopped with a surprised grunt as she was suddenly shoved down against the table, giving a surprised grunt of pain as her chin hitting it with a light *thunk* . He kept his hand between her shoulders, using his weight to keep her down as she moved to rub her jaw. Her hand was then suddenly yanked away as he twisted her arm behind her back, earning an uncomfortable grunt.

"Bloody hell- H-hey-!"

"I don't give proof, huh?" He growled suddenly, leaning down over her to talk into her ear. "I assure you, Emelia, I have all the proof you need."

She opened her mouth to speak, only to shut it with a surprised noise as he suddenly bit down on her neck and yanked her towards him. The backs of her thighs hit his hips, and she let out a small, surprised whimper. He slipped his fingers under the waistline of her underwear with his free hand, taunting her by slowly dragging them down. There was a sudden spark at her piercings once more while her lower half squirmed, and she couldn't help but give a small, moaning whine as she felt the sparks increase. Waves of pleasure traveled up her spine, causing her back to arch into the table somewhat and nearly bite her bottom lip until it bled. Small goosebumps covered her skin as she felt her underwear finally fall to her ankles. It wasn't until she felt him adjust himself behind her that she attempted to look to the side, only to be met with a growl and his teeth digging into the skin more.

She could smell the blood as it began to seep from between her skin and his teeth... It made her head swim as she finally felt him rub against her roughly, the small sparks of pain from his teeth adding to the odd pleasure she was feeling. He removed his teeth from her neck for a moment to speak into her ear, sending more shivers down her spine.

"I've got your 'proof' right here." He purred, his smirk nearly audible. He shoved her down again once more. "HERE!!"

He gave a rough thrust forward as he spoke, filling her quickly once again and earning a yelping moan; but this time, he didn't stop. A mixture of pain and pleasure racked her body as he kept up the rough thrusts, simultaneously twisting her arm more behind her back to hold her there. She couldn't stop the now loud moans and whines she gave as she panted, nearly digging her nails into the metal table supporting her. She could feel the pulses of her muscles threatening to tighten and mutate as she was slammed into nearly mercilessly, her fingers creating small dents in the material as she forced her mutation back once she felt a familiar flutter in her chest. He seemed to notice, letting out a low chuckle through his own grunts and growls.

It wasn't long before she felt the sudden waves of an orgasm, making her give a loud cry as she shifted under him, pressing back against him for a moment. She reached forward quickly and gripped the edge of the table, easily denting and nearly crushing it in her grip with light cries as he continued his thrusts through the tightening spasms. Her body shook while he didn't slow down. Instead, he increased his movements, and she almost felt tears come to her eye with the overwhelming sensation.

Her other arm was suddenly freed as he moved to grip both of her hips, leaning down to bite at her shoulder once more with low grunts and growls. He kept going... Oh god, he kept going. She couldn't speak, the only noises leaving her throat being whines and cries. She couldn't help but lean into his jaw, almost begging him for more despite the overstimulation. Her neck was bitten multiple times as if she were being marked, each bite breaking the skin with ease. Beads of blood slowly dripped from the wounds and over her skin every time he let go, only to feel his teeth elsewhere. She felt tightness below her belly once more as she let out a wavering cry of his name, only to be met with slower thrusts and a growl at her ear.

"What do you want, Emelia?" He growled, his voice low and strained. She couldn't help but squirm and push back against him with whining whimpers as he slowed more, quickly becoming frustrated and seemingly desperate. No... No, why was he stopping... Why was he slowing down?!

"N-.. N-No...!! D-Don't- fuck- D-Don't slow-...!!" She managed, earning a dangerous chuckle.

"Tell me Emelia, or I swear to God I'll stop right NOW." He played. She could hear the smirk in his voice as he spoke. She knew this was amusing to him... It was payback for her insults. Her body shook out of desperation and anger as the thrusts slowed considerably, and she put her forehead against the table with a growling whine. He held her hips in place against the table to prevent her from moving against him. She couldn't take it anymore... She wouldn't even try to fight it. It was as if she were being denied a prize, and she hated it already.

"F-Fuck- I-" she started, barely able to get words out, "Y-YOU Heisenberg, you bloody idiot!!! I want YOU!!!" She finally yelled, her voice cracking somewhat. "J-Just... D-Don't... Don't FUCKING stop!!! Fuck- PLEASE!!"

She could almost feel the pride-filled smirk he gave in knowing he had won, but she didn’t care... Her little outburst gave her slight confidence as he chuckled, his last breath coming as a low growl.. She jumped as she suddenly felt an arm around her waist, roughly pulling her back towards him as his other hand reached to pin and hold hers as if keeping her in place. A wavering whine left her lips as he gave a possessive growl, looming over her with obvious intent.

"Good girl." He grumbled, only giving her a chance to inhale before returning to the powerful, near brutal thrusts from before, pulling her to him with each movement.

She didn't even attempt to hide her voice again, her cries and moans growing louder with each passing second. She almost didn't want the feeling to end, allowing herself to melt into him as her back arched into his chest.

"D-Don't... D-Don't stop... F-FUCK- Don't stop...!!!" She repeated, her voice wavering with uneven pants and gasps.

"You. Are. MINE." He suddenly growled in her ear, not letting her respond before biting into her shoulder once more.

More electric pulses were sent through her piercings, nearly making her scream while gripping the hand over hers. The orgasm she felt then was strong, traveling through her body in waves and overstimulation as the pulses continued. The feeling was amplified as he kept moving for a few seconds, finally pressing her roughly against the table with a loud, wavering growl and swear as he came as well. She let out another gasping moan as she felt him twitch inside of her, shuddering with the light warmth she felt at the pit of her stomach.

The room was filled with the sound of their panting and deep breaths as their rode their highs, and Emelia finally relaxed against the table with a shaky, satisfied sigh while still panting. She felt... good. Great, actually... Very sore now, as well as numb, but good nonetheless. It was as if any frustration she felt had melted away with the thin layer of sweat on her body. She gave a quiet whimper as she felt Heisenberg shift somewhat. He removed his jaws from her shoulder, nudging her head and pressing his cheek against hers as his grip on her loosened to allow her to relax more.

"Are you alright, Emmy?" He asked quietly, his voice low and catching her off guard enough to flinch. She only made a small, confused noise as she glanced over. He chuckled, catching a glimpse of the residual pleasured tears that stained her cheek. He reached over, dragging his thumb over her skin to wipe them away. "Is that a yes?"

She kept her eye on him for a moment before giving a small nod and setting her head back on the table. She attempted to shift, but found her body was... unable to move. The numbness had begun to turn into the feeling of being a puddle, she found. Her muscles shook as she tried to push herself up, and she almost collapsed under him. He nearly laughed while kept his grip on her waist, keeping her upright while he watched in interest.

"Would you like some help?"

"N... N-No, I..." she tried, her voice quiet. There was silence for a moment before she gave a shaky sigh, putting her head down once more in defeat. "... y-yes..."

"I thought so." He chuckled, finally pulling himself away with a quiet grunt. She could hear the amusement in his voice. "Alright. Keep steady, now."

Emelia glanced back as he partially adjusted himself, not bothering to fully fix his pants before he let go of her waist. A small panic entered her chest as her legs began to collapse under her, barely able to use the table to keep herself up before she felt him at her side. Her body shook as she tried to lean up once more, reaching to hold on to Heisenbergs arm as he draped it across her shoulders. He didn't even flinch as she leaned her full weight on him, and he chuckled.

"Come on, then." He said, suddenly leaning down once she was fully off the table. She let out a surprised yelp as he swept his other arm behind her knees, bringing her up into a cradling position against his chest as she held onto him tightly. She tightened her grip more as he started to walk, her face red. "Something wrong?" He asked, amusement thick in his voice. She watched his movements, only somewhat relaxing as they neared the bed.

"N-No..." she replied quietly, slowly easing herself in a sitting position the tattered covers as he set her down, wincing again at the soreness she felt. While the fabrics weren't always the best for relaxing, right now they were comforting, and a godsend for her shaking muscles. She then jumped as he sat down himself before he laid beside her with a huff. She stared at him for a moment as he held his arm out for her. What was he doing...?

"Well?" He asked expectantly, raising a brow as she looked confused.

"... what?"

He rolled his eyes.

"You're wearing my shirt Emmy, the least you could do is lay down."

"What-" she started, only to look down. "O-Oh... um..." She had admittedly forgotten what she had been wearing, and sheepishly pulled the shirt over her now throbbing shoulders and neck. She then adjusted herself on the mattress with a quiet grunt. "Ok..."

"NOW you're embarrassed??" He asked, nudging her arm slightly. "Should I describe, in detail, what I just did to you?"

She glared at him and gave a small huff as she managed to lay down.

"Shut up..." she mumbled, somewhat begrudgingly cuddling onto his chest as he smirked.

"It was an honest question."

Emelia only grumbled in response, though relaxed as she felt his arm go around her. She adjusted her head on his chest, pausing as she felt a heartbeat. It was slow and rhythmic, lulling her into a relaxed breathing pattern. He glanced at her as her arm wrapped over his chest as well, though he froze as she mindlessly began to trace over some of the smaller scars over his skin. She watched her own fingers move, an amused smile creeping on her face as she felt him tense and relax at her touch. She tilted her head slightly as she heard a light grumbling from his chest, her fingers pausing. He shifted under her, and she looked up to meet his eyes.

"What...?" She asked, resuming the movements. She watched as his eyes traveled between her and her fingers multiple times, his breathing easy with small grumbles in each inhale.

"Nothing." He replied simply, only to lift his chin slightly in confusion as she moved her hand to the scar across his neck. She felt his breath hitch as she traced it, and he looked at her again. "What are you doing, Emmy?"

"Nothing." She copied, almost laughing as he rolled his eyes.

"Don't get soft on me now Emelia, just earlier you were threatening me." He snorted.

"I still can if you would rather that."

"Hm. No, I'd rather fuck you again."

She went silent for a moment, her face heating up once more with embarrassment. "You said you wouldn't break me." She huffed.

Heisenberg gave a chuckle before turning to face her, gaining a smirk when she looked at him in surprise.

"I won't. I can't, actually." He said matter-of-factly, suddenly pushing her shoulder to have her lay on her back. She jumped, staring up at him in a stunned silence. "That doesn't mean I can't try. I haven't had that much fun in years, and I know you're durable. So am I."

"I-I can tell..." Emelia managed, clearing her throat slightly. Well, she knew he had a point... Despite being sore, she still felt oddly energized... Sure, the light exhaustion was there, but she knew she would have gone back to work immediately if she were physically able to. And she had to admit... She enjoyed this. It felt... normal. Almost.

She kept her eye on him for a moment before taking a breath. Was she really debating on this? The reality of the current situation hit her full force like Sturm on a rampage. She was silent for another moment before gulping slightly.

"What... What is... 'this' , exactly...?" she asked, her voice quiet. Karl drew back slightly, caught off guard by the question.

"Excuse me...??"

"I... You... You piss me off, Heisenberg..." she started, her arms resting at the sides of her head. Each movement of her shoulders resulted in a dull pain from his teeth, and his mouth twitched as he realized. She paused as she saw the smallest... tiniest twinge of regret in his eyes. But she shook her head, looking down at herself.

"I don't... I've been here for... only a short time compared to you, Karl... And now I... We do... THIS..." she continued, looking back up at him as he held his place over her. "What are we doing...?"

It was his turn to stay silent, obviously contemplating his answer. She had seen the same look on his face when discussing important factory matters... It almost made her feel better.

"What do you want from it?" He asked finally, tilting his head with a light shrug. She blinked.

"... What?"

He rolled his eyes, giving a small smirk.

"Ah, who's asking the hard questions now?" He played, chuckling as she glared at him. "I don't quite care what this leads to, I know what my goals are." He explained. "What are yours? What do YOU want out of it?"

"I..." she started, looking to the side. "... I don't know."

"Then don't worry about it!"

"But I-"

"Look, Emelia. If you can't figure it out, then focus on something else. Is it really worth wasting the energy if you don't know right away?" He asked.

She was silent. He... He was right.

"That... That's the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say."

She nearly laughed at his insulted expression.

"Hey-"

"I'm joking, Metalhead..." She sighed with a small smile. There was silence for a moment before she finally gave a huff. "Just... For now just..."

"Come on, we don't have all day." Heisenberg joked, smirking as she glared at him.

"... Shut up you daft idiot." She growled finally, reaching to yank him down by his necklaces.

The movement startled him, but he seemed to know exactly what to do as his lips met hers with a light chuckle. The kiss was... gentle, oddly enough, but she relaxed once more under him. Light shivers traveled up her spine as she felt his fingers travel along her skin. The shirt was fully unbuttoned once again and nudged to her sides, and she took a deep breath as she felt the air on her chest. She only whined as her legs were moved, making him pause. There was a soreness between them from his roughness beforehand, sending small waves of a low, pulsing pain through her body. He gave a questioning hum against her lips, and she spoke against his.

"Sore..." she admitted quietly, feeling his amused smile.

"Good." He replied simply, adjusting himself and his pants to rest between her thighs. Emelia let out a quiet whimper as she was rubbed against, her legs shaking against his hips and her arms reaching out to his onto and wrap around his shoulders.

The dull throbbing sensation continued as he pushed into her once more, earning a somewhat pained whine as her back arched. It hurt... But the feeling lessened to a light sting after a few seconds, and she took lighter breaths. She couldn't help but wonder as he stayed still, his words and question playing in her mind as he returned to his position of leaning on his forearms over her. What DID she want from this...? Did she truly wish for any sort of stability from this? Or just survival? Maybe this was the first and last time she'd experience this, or maybe it would be regular. Did she WANT it to be regular, though? She didn't know... All she knew was that his touch swung wildly between rough and gentle every time he touched her, even before this. He always switched between harsher interactions and kind ones, making her angry and thankful at the same time. And yet, when he touched her NOW... Even while over the table, it was almost careful, hesitant to push her too far even while leaving bruises in her skin. Somehow, while sharing this intimacy, he was a perfect mix of the two. And somehow, it calmed her and even gave a small hope in the back of her mind.

Her thoughts stopped, letting out a breathy moan into the kiss as he started moving, this time at a slow pace. This time she kept her arms around him, hugging him close enough for their bare chests to press against each other. Her breaths and moans came from a different sort of pleasure, almost willing to believe that sharing this with him would allow some sort of normalcy. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he set a careful, hard rhythm, one of his arms moving down to press his hand against her stomach.

A single second passed before Heisenberg sent a low pulse of electricity through her body and piercings, causing her back to arch as she pulled away from the kiss with a gasping whine. She felt as he lowered his head with a low groan, starting to kiss and nibble along her jaw. Her nails dug into his back as his movements increased somewhat, creating more scratches to match the ones he already had. Her voice came out in quiet whines and moans into his ear as she clung to him. Sure this was making the soreness worse, but she almost couldn't tell between the low pulses and thrusts coming from the man. Her body shook while simultaneously encouraging more. She WANTED more... She already admitted as much to herself. Another whine escaped her lips as he nibbled just below her ear.

"Fuck, Emmy...~" he nearly purred into her ear, lifting her hips slightly and switching to smaller quick thrusts.

"K-... K-Karl-! F-FUCK-" she managed, her voice breaking somewhat as she allowed her legs to loosen at his sides to bring him closer. She whimpered as he suddenly leaned up, her nails digging and sliding down to his biceps before gripping them as she felt a familiar tightness below her belly; he could feel it, too.

Emelia suddenly held her breath in a surprised, wavering gasp as he slid his hand up her body from the belly piercing, his fingers dragging along the large scar on her chest before lingering and pressing against the sides of her neck. Her whines and moans continued, even as his hand moved higher to her jaw. She then jumped as his thumb pushed past her parted lips, resting on her tongue. She attempted to look up at him, but found it difficult to even keep her eye open... Heisenberg gave a low chuckle at the sight, pushing on her jaw slightly. He didn't even have to say a word as her mouth nearly closed around his thumb. Her whines and whimpers grew louder and her grip on him tightened, and she could only gasp as he pulled his thumb from her mouth and replaced it with his own.

The kiss was returned instantaneously, followed by her wavering, now muffled cry as she finally came once more. He grunted into the kiss as she tightened around him, her legs wrapping around his waist once more while her back arched. She wrapped her arms fully around his shoulders with overstimulated whines as his pace quickened before he finally let out his own wavering moan against her lips. She joined him with her own moan as he shoved his hips against hers, feeling the warmth enter her as he rode out his own orgasm with shaking muscles. God, it felt... It felt good... The warmth and twitching from him kept her whines going as they panted, her body shaking under him.

Both were silent for several moments, the kiss lessening to gentle movements before breaking.

"D-... D-Damn..." Emelia nearly squeaked, her head rolling to the side as her jaw was nuzzled.

"Hm. Are you alright?" Heisenberg asked, earning a small nod.

"... gonna be sore..." she replied quietly, relaxing somewhat as he kept his face against hers. He chuckled.

"You wanted it."

"Shush..." she huffed. Her breathing eased, feeling his smile against her skin. This was... Nice, she had to admit... An uncomfortable whine left her lips as he began to push himself up and away, only pausing as her legs twitched around him to keep him there. "N-No... stay..." she whined, watching as he raised a brow. "... P-Please..."

"I've never heard you say 'please' this much." He joked, earning a light glare. But he simply returned to his place over her with an amused chuckle, nearly laying on her.

She was relaxed despite nearly his entire weight on her torso, though she had no issues. He was really warm... She could almost purr with the warmth both on top of and inside her, the feeling relaxing her to the point of her limbs going lax around him. She felt him chuckle against her skin, taking a breath as his lips found her bruised neck. But her mind wandered elsewhere, and she found herself pressing her cheek to his.

"Can we... Not talk about this...?" She asked quietly, earning a confused hum as he glanced at her.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"J-Just... Um..." she tried, turning her head to look at him. "M-Maybe this could be... just... stress relief...?"

She jumped as Heisenberg shifted, his face now hovering over hers with their noses together.

"Just stress relief?" He asked, amusement dancing in his eyes as her face reddened. "Is that what you want?"

She simply nodded, her fingers traveling over small scars that covered his upper back and shoulders. 'For now...' she thought. Wait, 'for now'...?? Did she really mean that...? She was pulled out of her thoughts as he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.

"Then so be it." Heisenberg said simply, meeting her gaze. She stared up at him before nodding and taking a breath. But he moved before she had a chance to even think, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Hold on."

"What-" she tried, only to cling to him with a surprised yelp as he pushed against the mattress to lean up with her against his chest. She let out a light whine as she was shifted on him, small sparks shooting up her spine as she was settled against his hips while he sat and leaned back against the wall. He couldn't help but smirk as she let out a whimper, her legs twitching. "Better?"

"I..." she tried, though couldn't manage words as she felt him shift against her to make himself comfortable. So she simply nodded before leaning against his chest.

It was his turn to freeze as she nuzzled to his neck, giving a pleased sigh as his arms hesitantly went around her waist. She relaxed against him, enjoying the warmth he gave and the feeling of his arms around her.

"... You're warm..." she said quietly, earning a surprised chuckle.

"I would almost hope so." He replied, reaching up and under the shirt she still wore to drag his fingers along small scars on her back. He smiled as she relaxed. "I'm going to assume you're not moving any time soon?"

He nearly laughed as she nodded against his shoulder.

"Fair assumption..." she mumbled, closing her eye.

While she wasn't necessarily tired, there was a sliver of exhaustion in her chest. She had to admit, there was still pain from the bite marks that now covered her neck and shoulders, and the soreness of her legs came as a dull throbbing. But she oddly didn't mind... She held her breath as she realized her enjoyment of this. The touches, the intimacy... Even the dull pains she felt. Maybe she didn't even mind HIM...

No, no... She DID mind him. Did she...? She still found him infuriating... But the way he held her now was... Well, it made her question quite a bit.

She finally sighed, relaxing fully against him. She focused on his touches against her back instead of the thoughts in her mind, willfully ignoring them for once. She'd enjoy what she had for now... Her attention went to the sounds of his heart and distant machinery, letting them lull her into a light sleep. She didn't NEED she sleep at the moment, but to her, it was almost perfect.

She only hoped it would stay that way.

#oc #resident evil #resident evil oc #resident evil village #resident evil village fanfiction #resident evil village oc #re8oc #re8 #heisenberg #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg smut #lord heisenberg #smut #lovelywingsocs #LovelyWings Writes #Metalworks Fanfiction #heisenberg fanfiction

[st-agatha-city]

YES I have been working on the game!! So!! Let's briefly talk about that!

Thank you card for my editor, featuring his three favorite characters, Giv, No Name Girl, and Harvey. Baxter ranked number 4/equal to NNG, but I hate him. So. NNG it is :))

Writing

I've been writing out the side quests of the Demo while my writers block sorts itself out, and that's been coming along! Marjory and Mindy's routes both require some like. Minor-to-major rewrites and it is SO scary you guys you have no idea. But they're coming along. I'm just taking a step back to think about things so I don't butcher what I have so far further. e__e

Thank you card for one of my screen testers, @diet-soap, featuring their favorite characters - Earl Ross, and Pixy!!

Editing

Big edits have been happening! :)) I've recently finished what I'm affectionately calling the Giv Cut and the Rutger Cut, which will alter scenes that mention Giv, Harvey, and Gatsby depending on whether you've met them already, during their side quests :))

Thank you card for one of my alpha testers, featuring his favorite characters. Ross, Donny, and Gatsby :))

Art

Been working on updating and adding the necessary sprites! You've seen some of these - Hadley, Violet, and Eddie have all received some fixes! I have a list of those I need to refurbish, and those I need to still add (namely Joan and Darius. Hh.)

I've also been working on updating the ugly placeholder map QuQ

Remember her?

Thank you card for @audio-drama, my other alpha tester :) Featuring their initial favorite characters, Gatsby, Norman, and Denver.

Programming

If you've been present for any of the alpha tests or test screenings, you'll have seen the select layer on the map has been broken ever since it was initially implemented. That is now no longer the case! There are now working markers for about half of the buildings, with the rest being added during my spare time :)) This will make it easier to find the hidden locations, as opposed to the former difficulty being set at Impossible.

Thank you card also for @audio-drama cuz they are my special little boyyyy~ They asked me to sub out Gatsby for Louise (though they added no one could ever really replace Gats.)

What's Next?

As always, there is always more~! I think, besides wrapping up Mindy and Marjory's route, I should really begin knocking out the most tedious and/or time consuming stuff as our projected release date approaches! That means sprite animations, and backgrounds, babeyyy!! Writing is a whole heck of a lot easier than that mess. I've already begun preparing myself for this =w= but I'll let you know how it goes, of course~!!

#st agatha city #dating sim #visual novel #game development #english otome #indie game

[ertaisbubblebath]

Hello!!

Thanks for filling my request again, I’m rather new to Magic and for right now it is Jace hours 24/7

I’m still gonna space out my requests though since I know I can be a bit much to some people

Anyways! Request time! With my favourite tropes, hurt/comfort with Jace and his s/o throwing themselves in harms way to protect him?

A bit simple I know but I have a lot of lore reading to do so QuQ I’ll be back hopefully with something more interesting write

It's always Jace hours on this blog (except when it is Ertai hours of course). Also that scenario is one of my favorites. I wish you luck on getting caught up on Jace lore. Early Jace lore is in my opinion some of the best written in MTG.

Jace's s/o throwing themselves in harms way to protect him

Warnings: Slight angst, Jace being Jace, mentions of blood, s/o gets hurt

-Jace is very powerful when it comes to his magic, but when someone manages to break it he is extremely vulnerable in a physical fight.

-When someone that he thought he had under his control breaks out of it suddenly, his s/o is able to catch the sudden change in expression on their face.

-They come at him with daggers with the intent to kill him after what he did and he isn't quick enough to react to it even if he can tell when his control breaks. But his s/o is. They push him out of the way and take the blow themselves, making a loud pained noise as Jace is forced to watch them fall to the ground. Blood starts to leak through their clothes. The wound looks bad.

-Seeing his s/o get hurt like this would make Jace lash out mentally as he just stares on in horror for a bit. The attacker will probably be disoriented for a while at the very least. If this is early Jace we are talking about, there is also a chance that he might accidentally severely damage or kill their mind in the moment.

-As soon as the attacker has been taken care of, he runs over to his s/o to see how bad it is and if he can do anything to help them. He is crying by this point and calling out their name. He's scared that he's going to lose them like a lot of other important people in his life and he is terrified. He probably blames himself on some level. If his plan wasn't so risky, his s/o never would have gotten hurt.

-Holds them close and tries to carry them to the nearest person that can heal them if they can't walk and will still let them lean on him if they can somewhat. He isn't very physically strong and he might struggle with this if he has to carry them, but he will still manage to do it because he can't lose his s/o. He can't lose someone again.

-Will stay with them until they are well if it's allowed. He would feel even worse if he left them. He holds their hand too if he can throughout the whole thing. Even if this is during his time as the Guildpact, he will shrug off any responsibilities he has because his s/o matters more. This is also the one time Lavinia won't get on his case about it later.

-When his s/o is well again, he will pull them into a tight hug where he is shaking and buries his face in their shoulder. It will last for a long time and he'll apologize for putting them in that situation with as few words and details as possible. He'll keep clinging onto them as his s/o reassures him that they are fine now. Its almost as if he thinks he'll lose them again if he lets go.

#mtg #mtg x reader #jace beleren #jace beleren x reader #magic the gathering x reader #hurt/comfort #angst

[urbanqhoul]

Coffee For Your Head [Fallout 4- Nick Valentine & John Hancock]

sSOOO

this is is kinda my first attempt at writing short lil fanfiction, I’ve written before for video’s n such but I’m by no means great at it so plz dun stab me I just wanted to write some fluff for my fav ship quq.

This takes place in my prewar AU- aka fallout 4 companions if they existed before the bombs dropped n all that fun stuff

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“Think ya really need to work on impulse control, kid.” Nick said flatly as he carefully tried to keep John from falling over in his drunken state well they stumbled back home.

“To hell with that...! Those assholes were practically begging for it...” The smaller man grumbled as he almost tripped over his own feet, causing them both to stumble forward before Nick corrected it. 

They’d both had a painfully long week with a particularly bleak case to solve involving a missing spouse. 

It was by no means out of the ordinary but something about this one specifically had stuck with him and he decided to distract his brain from it with a visit to the local pub.

 As always John insisted on tagging along claiming it was “To help him home” afterwards when they both knew full well who was more likely to get passed out drunk. Predictably the night had proceeded with some banter well Hancock sporadically got side tracked by challenging other patrons to drinking games. 

It was during one of these ventures that ended in Hancock roughed up, bruised with a bloody nose followed by getting kicked out of the bar. 

“...You know I’m pretty used to you getting into a tussle or two- But usually it has a reason. Care to tell me why you tried to knock the daylights out of a stranger?” Valentine prompted, raising an eyebrow.

His response was simply an annoyed groan as he wiped blood from his mouth, “Can we just take a fuckin’ bus or something- its too damn cold and I think the cunt fractured my knee…”

Ignoring it then, alright…

“Think they might call the cops if they see you like this, Really don’t need to end the night in the drunk tank with Danse starting us down like a bunch of roaches. Sides we’re almost home.” Nick said tiredly before carefully taking on more of John’s weight to keep him off his bad leg. 

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“Sign up now and prepare for the futu-”

The television was promptly turned off leaving the only sound in the room, the gentle buzz of the coffee maker, and a snort of irritation from Hancock as he laid flopped over on the couch.

 Nick had just finished tending to his injuries and left him in the kitchen, well he prepared something to combat the inevitable hangover.

“Can’t tell you how sick I am of seeing vault tecs trash everywhere. Like hiding away in a hole in the ground is an amazing alternative and not a slower, more boring death.” He shuffled through the endtable’s drawer before pulling out a thin can of mentats- only to have it promptly snatched away by Nick and replaced with a warm coffee.

“Really looking to just lose every last bit of grey matter you have left tonight aren't you?” The detective chided as he sat next to him, paying no mind to the glare he received before John reluctantly sipped his drink.

After a moment of silence he spoke up again, “...Are you ready to talk about it?”  He asked slowly. “It isn’t like you to pick fights with folks who didn’t earn it.” “He did.”  Came the sharp reply before being cut off by an irritatingly loud slurp as he chugged the rest of the coffee. “Piece of shit- he was talking a load of garbage about you.” John muttered quietly, indignation clear in his tone. “About Winters and...Jen…”

At the mention of his long passed fiance, Nick felt his heart drop into his stomach. A familiar emptiness that came anytime her and the bastard that took her away were brought back to the forefront of his mind. 

John avoided eye contact, gripping the coffee cup with such force it was a wonder it didn’t shatter. “...He went on and on about how you must’ve been so traumatized by everything to have taken up with some street rat druggie. I can deal with that type of shit towards me- it's basically my entire life but using...everything you went through as some petty fucking insult- You don’t deserve that.” 

Nick started to say something before cutting himself off, his half hungover brain trying to process everything he’d said. 

Thanks to the high publicity of the Eddie Winters case, he’d become well known within diamond city. 

Though he took the high road and ignored it, he knew how much people loved to talk about him. About the broken man who’d lost everything trying to catch Winters only for him to get away scot-free. 

It’d been several years since all of this transpired but the moment he was found to be in a relationship with Mayor Mcdonough’s brother- everyone of course started to talk again. 

A stoic old private eye who lost to a crime boss, taking up with a drugged up vigilante was far too ironic for the public to resist. It baffled him how much free time the tabloids had to waste on him, exploiting the tragedy of his past and ‘scandal’ of his present.  

 Hancock had a way of hiding how much things bothered him. Most who were unfamiliar with him would say he was an overly confident arrogant jackass. And well there was a certain truth to that, those who knew him better would find that it was a façade. 

Nick could see it slipping out right now. The brash part of him that was quick to fight a judgmental prick fading away, revealing the hurt man underneath. The part of him that became tough because life didn’t give him any other choice. The part that needed him right now.

Unsure of what to say, Val reached over and pulled him into a tight hug that seemed to have caught him by surprise. 

“...You know I don’t give a damn about what anyone else thinks right?” John tensed up before relaxing in his embrace, nuzzling tiredly into his shoulder. “I know...It's just- Feel like I’m makin’ life harder for you. You’ve already gotten more than your fair share of bullshit from the world.”

“Doll they can talk all they want. I’m lucky to have you, Mayhem n’ all~ ” Nick couldn’t help a faint smile when Hancock’s hold on him tightened followed by a snort as he peeked up. “Ya need to give yourself more credit, you’ve been the best thing to happen to me in a long time…” 

“You’re real fuckin’ cheesy you know that?” John teased planting a soft kiss on his neck, “Do me a favor and take me to bed already, I need to sleep for at least the next year. That asshole was a shit fighter but he did manage to get a few decent bruises in on my legs.” He insisted, letting himself fall over into Nick's arms. “Think you just might be lookin’ for an excuse to not walk a few feet.” With a tired chuckle, Nick lifted Hancock up with what seemed like no effort at all.

“Ya know you’re surprisingly strong for being such an old fuck~” 

“Mm, think it might have more to do with you having the body weight of a starving cat, but that's just an educated guess.. “ 

#fallout 4 #fallout fanfiction #fallout fanfic #valencock #nick valentine #john hancock #bad hat boyfriends #i dont write often so hopefully this isn't super shitty quq #prewar au #text post

[livelivefastfree]

Idk if I sent this or something similar... but, Alternate Texas Raised in deluxe. It’s unsettling to think about but like... the concept interests me. So does a burner squad raised in Motorcity. Idk why it’s interesting to me. Or even a “Texas is stuck and has to pretend to be from deluxe” thing would have been neat to see.

I feel like the best-case scenario of this involves Texas pulling a Mike and realizing pretty fast “this place sucks I’m OUT” and the worst-case scenario involves the propaganda doing its job and him being presumably a pretty kick-ass KaneCo security officer.  If he was convinced from early on that Deluxe was in the right, I could see him applying that impressive imagination to vilifying Motorcity, and in turn being a massive pain in the Burners’ collective asses. QuQ  

I mean, silver lining: LOTS of enemies-to-friendly-enemies-to-unlikely-allies-to-Texas-defecting potential there, haha.  We got a pretty good template in the Robo Round-Up of Texas thinking of a whole group in primary colors and generalizations, and it doesn’t seem to take a lot more than like a couple examples of individuals that don’t fit his paradigm to make him go “oh no wait lol that was bullshit”.  Although a passive concept of bots as just objects is a little different from indoctrinated hate of a whole group of humans, I guess........

IDK but there’s definitely some story potential in there, haha!  I don’t know that I have the energy to write it but it would be pretty neat to write and figure out as I went. :D

#TEXAS!!! #Anonymous

[127-mile]

henlo quq;;; for "challenge n°5 !!!" : Johnny + detective au

Summary : Hired to work alongside the famous detective Johnny Suh on the case of a missing child turns out to be more interesting than you would have thought.

“It’s a dead end.” Johnny mutters.

Working with Johnny Suh was an opportunity you couldn’t miss, but his lack of patience on the case was putting both of you at risk. After barely a month, he was ready to give up.

“Oh come on, have a little faith. We probably missed something. This kid did not just vanish from the face of the earth one day.”

Your attention is drawn to the young detective behind the glass door of Johnny’s office, he beckons you to come out.

“I’ll be right back.” You say, going out of the room to be met with pure panic on your colleague’s face. “What’s up ? Did you find something ?”

He nods, hesitant.

“I finally received the picture of what the kid would look like now.” He starts. “And I really need you to see that.”

He hands you the paper, and you take it, intrigued. Your heart is pouding in your chest when you see the drawing. The facial features seem so familiar, and for good reason.

“Holy shit, that’s Johnny.”

Send me : idol name + an au and I’ll write  the summary of an imaginary fic and an excerpt from it.

#it's fun #quillstarters-entry #nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios

[kougarisa]

I feel like I can now post the first chapter of my Remake Fic. qwq Many years ago, I originally intended it as a slow burn fic, but I decided that in the current situation, the remake would be more of a summary of past events, and I would try to condense it into 6-7-8 chapters if I can. oo” Maybe there will be pretty long chapters. ^^” I made bigger changes compared to the original, but the point remained.~ (In the future there will be a second story after the events of the Final Act)

- Inuyasha Universe

- Self insert / selfship 

The story comprehensively focuses on the relationship between Kouga and Arisa (OC) at the past, the encounters, how it was possible to find each other with several little help.

I do my best to translate to english as correct as I can. >

I’m not going to give the writing a title this time, I’d rather start with a quote. It fits them very well.. quq

Pleasant journey! ^^

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"You were kinda cold like snow when we first met, but after awhile you grow warm like the sun."

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She had been traveling with them for a few weeks. She arrived at a waterfall hidden at the end of a cave, guarded by a soul of a once powerful wolf demon and its remains. It endowed the girl with half-demon power to protect the Sacred Jewel, to help her new comrades. Because she was originally born mortal, not even the spirit could give her full demon power. There was a slight change in the appearance of her because of the power her got. Over his head, above his brownish blondes, a pair of ears rose, as did the grumpy breed known as Inuyasha. She grew stronger, her stamina surpassing the limits of her human body.

"Your heart is like that of wolves. Let the spirit of our ancestors and the strength of our warriors lead your way."

The words of the demon echoed in her head.

Fortunately, she has acquired a weapon since, a sword forged by a certain Toutousai master to her so that she can defend herself and not stand empty-handed in the fights those will face her. It didn’t hurt to be careful, as they had no idea what abilities the wolf demon gave to her and when they would revive in her. Still, she felt awkward compared to the others. She had never wield a sword before, in fact ... Even with her bare hands, she only rush at the chosen ones in one or two exceptional cases, when her anger prevailed over her, even though she would have done it several times in her heart, a few people would deserved it over the 18 years of her life. If she was hurt or her self-confidence was manhandled, she easily fell into herself, and at the same time her tears quickly started to wash her face. How could she benefit the team?

She was grateful for their kindness. In what they knew helped her. They told her to where, at what era and events she had fallen, what mission they were in. Arisa was afraid in deep inside, but she was reassured by their closeness. Inuyasha tried to train her over time on how to handle the sword, the others taught her everything else.

Along the way, an orphaned wolf cub joined to the girl. He lost his father, the last member of his family in a battle against an evil demon. By the time they got to the scene of the duel, Arisa could no longer help with her healing ability, which had shown during their adventures. The little ones fur coat was deep brown, almost black, with his golden brown eyes watched every move of his new pack-member and followed in her footsteps. Arisa called him Shadow.

They headed northeast, in the direction of the constellations Taurus and Tiger. Kagome talked to Arisa in a good mood, pushing her bike beside her. They came from the same world — although from other countries — they had much in common. The magic of the spirit guard at the waterfall also helped the now half-demon girl to communicate in Kagome’s language so they could understand each other.

From a distance, all of a sudden they all saw a whirlwind approaching, which was familiar to most.

"Keh ... This damn wolf again ..." Inuyasha growled. “Whatever. It’s nice to volunteer to run in front of me so I can cut him off!” He swung the Tetsusaiga to the side from its scabbard.

Before he could strike down, and before Kagome could say a word, that certain one, the boy's face had a painful encounter with the ground. From above, a furry, armored figure with sole of the foot came to the top of Inuyasha's head and gave the starting push. He bounced off it, entrusting the rest to the gravity, then landed behind his back.

"Don't play with such a dangerous toy, mutt, you could cut yourself."

“Bastard …”

Arisa blinked at the scene, what almost familiar to the others. There have been examples of this before.

“Kouga.”

The addressed immediately looked to Kagome.

“Maybe is there trouble? Did something happen?”

The boy walked over to her, sensing from the corner of his eye that someone was standing next to the girl, then stepping away from them as he got closer. She was unfamiliar to him, he hadn't smelled her scent near Kagome and his team before. Acknowledging his perception to himself, the next moment he devoted his full attention to the ebony-haired girl, whose one hand he lifted off the bike and grabbed by two of his palms.

“It's okay, my dear. I just smelled your scent and wanted to see if you were alright.”

Kagome reassured Kouga with a confused smile that he had nothing to worry about. This was not the first time the boy had approached her for a similar reason, or say, an excuse(?).

Characteristic face, bronze brown skin, proportionately muscular silhouette, and pleasantly metallic voice. It was only through his presence and radiance that he attracted attention.

In the mirror of a pair of green eyes, several kinds of feelings swirled. Surprise, touched by the gesture she had just seen, and a little envy. When she realized she was staring, Arisa caught his eye in embarrassment. She tried to look in a different direction, but the event that had just taken place in front of her and the sight from time to time lured her back in the direction of the "couple." But she was confused by what she heard. Isn't it that Inuyasha and Kagome ...?

As soon as she saw Shadow fumbling in front of Kouga, sniffing his legs and then his mid-legs curiously, she startled out of her thoughts.

“Hm? ... Where did you come from?”

She looked at them, holding her breath, but there was no cause for concern. Kouga was surprised at first, then got on his knee with a gentler smile and stroked the cub’s head.

“What is it, little man? Can you smell my shards?

She would have calmed down but she heard her name leave Kagome's lips.

“He's Shadow. He belongs to Arisa.” She looked at her new friend.

Her gaze followed by the boy’s. Kouga then took a closer look at the other girl.

She was in a strange outfit. Her body language revealed "Don't even listen to me." Arisa smiled in embarrassment and wondered what she could say.

“That's true.”

With her head tilted aside, her wolf-ears also betrayed her mood, shrugging slightly downward.

The boy's eyes caught on the ears. She smelled like a wolf, but he wasn't sure in it. He slowly straightened up.

“Are you a half-demon too?”

“Something like that.” Arisa smiled again.

“Kougaaa!”  It sounded not so far away.

The noble pair usually arrived late compared to their leader. Ginta and Hakkaku slowed with panting, then stopped, leaning on their knees. In their wake, their wolves also hung their tongues. Arisa was unknowingly grateful for the arrival of the two boys dressed like Kouga. She was blocked in embarrassment, unable to maintain a more meaningful conversation anymore, they saved the situation for her.

She looked through their wolves. She had felt a special attachment to these animals since she was a child, which is why she was happy with her abilities “borrowed from them”. Shadow also took her off her feet when he adopted himself with her.

Word followed word.

Kagome enlightened Arisa that the wolf demons are kind of their allies. Then she remembered again to the demon at the waterfall.

"... our warriors ..." Did it mean them?

As the three boys said goodbye and moved away from them, Kagome immediately spotted the faint blush on her staring face, and grew a privy smile under her nose.

The next time when they ran into each other again, Ginta and Hakkaku were defeated by their curiosity. While Kouga was preoccupied with rivalry with Inuyasha and, of course, gaining Kagome's grace, they went there to Arisa with interest. She told them everything where she came from, what things had happened to her here.

“Seriously?! Did an ancient wolf spirit give you demon power?!

“Amazing!”

The two teams met several times during their journey, in which case the small trio, if they could, always talked. The wolves also began to receive the girl in their confidence. Lying and rest next to her, went to her in hopes of get love and caressing, which Arisa was happy to do. Over time, Kouga also noticed the thing. That is, most of all, how well she gets with those two kooky guys, but when he gets close to her, it’s like the blood in her veins freezes. When he spoke to her, she answered him, but when they met, she usually hid in the company of the other two. On one occasion, while talking to Kagome, his companions managed to make the other girl laugh, and her voice startled him. Involuntarily, he turned to the direction of Arisa. It was not conscious. He didn't even notice on himself. Unlikely Kagome.

#self insert #selfship #inuyasha #fanfiction #kouga #arisa #kougarisa

[sweetcinnamonmaplesyrup]

Soulmate Prompt 46: You feel immense pain in your soul when your soulmate is in life-threatening danger (Seven x Reader)

NOTE: I suggest reading this anywhere else but the Tumblr app just so you can read the opening sentence to the fic lol So uh;; I’m sorry, @mysticmermaid , this took forever to make, I really, REALLY, wanted this to be perfect, so I’ve been working my butt of this for the past few days– I hope it’s ok ;w; this isn’t my first time posting my writing on the internet, but it is my first time writing this sort of thing?? Like, writing with using “you” so be gentle with mE- please- ahaha;;

I’m also terribly sorry for it being painfully long, like, it’s 5,672 words long;; and I would like to edit it down, but I also like how it is so have fun reading through it lolololol can you tell it’s my first time doing this sort of thing? I probably wouldn’t make this THIS long if I had a bit of experience (but I might just do that, who know? Lol). The endings pretty rushed– and personally, I find the whole thing to be a little over the place and I don’t particularly enjoy it. Just saying-

However, I am happy with taking requests if you do want to make one! You can suggest some from the soulmate list, or just make a request in general! I don’t mind doing any Mysme character EXCEPT for V and Jumin- I haven’t played their routes yet >.> But I must warn you, they may be a bit out of character- heck, this may be a bit out of character for Seven, so I do apologise >>;;

Uhh I’ll shut up now so you can read it- thank you for the request, again, @mysticmermaid QuQ I was pleasantly surprised that I posted it without the actually writing attached to it and then deleted it– it’s a good thing this time I read the message, ahahah! ^^

Thank you so much, dear. I sincerely hope that you enjoy this

Your soulmate was going to be the absolute death of you, and that wasn’t an exaggeration, or a joke. It was because they were the cause of the god awful pain that your soul experienced on an almost daily basis, right until the day you no longer existed in this world.

For as long as you remember, the adults in your life had told you about the pain that you’d be experiencing when you were older, and that it was more than just the monthly lady pains. You remember watching your older siblings smile one moment, before doubling over and clutching onto their chest, screaming in agony while your parents tried their best to calm them down. The news stories that covered people actually getting hospitalised because of the pain that they experienced because of something called their “soul”.

You remember what your parents told you, when you asked them a question as they tucked you to bed one night. It was a day where the pain your sibling experienced ended in them being sent to the hospital, and you asked what was wrong with your sibling. Your parents wasted no time in explaining what had happened to them to you. They explained that they were in pain because their soul was telling them that their soulmate was in a danger that threatened their life, that your soul was, essentially, a ghost you, that remained protected due to the invisible wall that separated the living and the dead. It was the thing that connected you and your soulmate, and that once you met your soulmate, that pain the soul would experience will be almost non-existent, and would flare up one last time if your soulmate were to die due to everything else but of natural causes.

After all, that was how your grandmother died. Her husband worked for the army, and when he was out on the fields, she was experiencing pain of a difficult degree to deal with. She ended up dying the same minute the bullet killed her husband. They told you not to worry, though, and that you’d just have to be extra careful not to put yourself in danger so that your soulmate won’t be put in danger either, kissing your forehead as they wished you a goodnight. And that was when you had pledged not to get into any danger whatsoever, not only to benefit from it yourself, but to also help out your soulmate because you didn’t want to be the reason why they were suffering badly, to the point of death.

And you had no doubt in your mind that your soulmate would be reciprocating these beliefs you had.

You were proven wrong later on.

You remember, vividly, the first time you experienced this pain everyone talked about. It was during a lesson of PDHPE, in your 7th year of school. You were playing basketball with the rest of your class, skilfully avoiding the attention of your classmates who were yelling at each other for the ball, doing so with one of your friends. Unfortunately for you, someone had thought it was a good idea to throw the ball at you, but before you could even catch it, there was a sudden pain in your chest. It felt like someone had thrown a brick at you, which caused all the air in you to be pushed out of your lungs almost immediately, your ribcage burning. You immediately fell to the ground, hands wrapped around your abdomen as if it would be able to do anything to make the pain subsides or stop. Tears rapidly escape your eyes as the pain engulfs your whole body, causing you to start to hyperventilate to get whatever air you could into your lungs. It felt like your lungs were suffering the most from the pain, sometimes your heart even. It felt like everything inside of you was going to explode and leave nothing but a splatter of blood and disembodied body parts that have been flung everywhere due to the explosion. A small scream managed to escape your mouth, but was mixed with your sobbing too.

You remember the teacher stopping the game immediately to check what was going on. The concerned expressions that your friends and classmates had on their faces when you fell over. The yelling of your name. And then black.

After that, you woke up on a hospital bed, the pain still there but a bit more manageable. You remember how relieved and happy your parents, siblings and friends who all waited for you to wake up, looked. The bone crushing hugs they gave you made you think that maybe the real pain you had to worry about was them. You remember what they told you, and then the doctor coming in. They sat down next to you, asking you questions about what happened before the pain occurred and how it felt. Afterwards, they had concluded that this was all because of your soulmate, and that you still experiencing pain – which was manageable due to the medicine they had given you – meant they were still in that danger.

Throughout the year after, you suffered from more pain, which ended in you going to the hospital several times after. At one point, they prescribed you with a medication that was similar to the one they gave you in the hospital, to help you manage the pain more so that you didn’t have to keep coming to the hospital. It wasn’t that they were annoyed by your constant appearances, they just wanted you to live a normal and enjoyable life. And you were eternally grateful for their efforts.

So, here you were, studying in the most prestigious university of the whole country, with three of your best friends in tow and taking pain reducing pills every day. Thankfully, they were working like a charm, and the pain that your soulmate inflicted on you lessened from that initial one. You concluded this was because they found a better thing to do with their life, because the doctor had suggested that maybe they just did something or lived somewhere that put their lives in constant danger, but whatever the case, you were glad that they were doing seemingly better than when they did back in your high-school years.

Those around you were relieved too, but never stopped talking about how they had half the mind to murder your supposed soulmate due to what they had made you endure all these years. Even if they were just joking, you were, and always are, quick to defend your soulmate, saying things like maybe they were forced to live in this danger, that maybe that was their way of taking care of things, or the environment they loved in was just that terrible. You didn’t want to believe that your soulmate meant to put themselves in this danger, heck, maybe they didn’t even know they were putting themselves in this danger! Surely, no one just woke up, thinking to themselves that they’d just put themselves in constant, life-threatening danger to put someone else in that same danger.

You wanted nothing more than to help them get out of that danger, find another path that’ll help them better themselves, and then live happily ever after. That applied to everyone and anyone you met. There were, however, times where the medication wasn’t strong enough to dull the pain. It was in these times where you cursed your soulmate for giving you this pain that left you in the nurse’s office, even the hospital, more than once. They even memorised the food that you enjoyed on their menu the most and left it there for you to eat when you woke up! It didn’t sound so bad to someone else when you and told them about those times, but you definitely felt embarrassed every time that happened and recalled it.

You were definitely killing your soulmate when you met them.

And meet them you did, not in the stereotypical, overly romantic, “oh my god, you’re totally hot, wait a second, you’re actually my soumate!!”, way that TV had implanted in your head and those around you like the plague. No no no! Not for you.

While your friends found theirs at cafés, libraries, one finding theirs on a trip to the public restrooms, you met yours over something that lacked better judgement from you.

It was one night, you had left the party of a friend’s that lasted until midnight. No one got drunk, thankfully enough, but they weren’t able to provide you a means to get home safely under their watch. Which lead to getting a mysterious and totally “not suspicious” message from an unknown number, talking about how they were a Korean college student studying abroad who found a missing phone and asked for your help. If you were actually fully awake and had taken that cup of caffeine, sugary goodness that was the caramel cappuccino your friends made you beforehand, you probably would’ve declined helping this dude out and let it munch on your conscience afterwards. But, you stupidly followed the address he gave you, made it inside the apartment, and practically passed out.

Not until after you dealt with suddenly being thrown into a chatroom with a group of people who called themselves the RFA and immediately established you as their party planner, with a simple and not so thought out “yes” from you. And then you passed out on the couch.

That night, or morning, one of the members had called you to see if the number he had managed to find was the right one. Particularly, a certain red-headed hacker who went by the nickname of Seven, though his real name remained unknown to you (however, you learnt his baptismal name was Luciel). You were already fast asleep, but your finger managed to accept the call from the boy somehow.

“Hello, this-“

The red-head stopped in his tracks as he heard your quiet snores coming through the other end, sighing to himself as a small smile crept to his lips. ‘Of course they were a sane and normal person who slept at this time, why would he had thought differently about this person?’ He thought to himself as he decided that maybe this wasn’t the time to be messing with you. That didn’t mean he didn’t think differently of you. In fact, he did think differently of you, the moment he saw you standing outside the apartment.

Something, some invisible force, managed to pull him out of his concentrated and hardworking state just to gaze at the cameras that were placed on the outside of Rika’s apartment. At first, he was confused and just turned back to his screen, but he had caught someone standing outside of it just before his eyes had completely left the screen that held that footage.

He whipped his head back to the screen, his glasses askew as he did so. There was a girl, who looked to be the same age as Yoosung, staring at her screen with furrowed brows. She seemed to be lost as she looked down both ways of the corridor, her gaze briefly meeting the hidden camera Seven was watching from. In that brief moment, the hacker could’ve sworn the rhythmic beating in his chest in his chest quickened. There was also a momentary pang of pain that came. It surprised Seven, which compelled him to keep watching your movements. She looked back down at her phone again, before punching in the digits to get into the unused apartment. His eyes widen as he watches her walk into the place, closing the door quietly behind her. And then, his phone pinged with the notification that a new chatroom had opened, and he noticed that a person named “U/N” had entered it. He did an immediate background check on the girl.

She was only a few months away from turning 21 years old, her name being Y/N. She was currently attending the same University that Yoosung attended (what a lucky boy) and has three friends who also attend there. Her grades were pretty high, and she had a lot of positive comments about her. She seemed to be a lovely and innocent girl, but she had already visited the hospital more times than a usual person would in her short 20 years of living, intriguing him. He read a few sentences of each medical record, finding that each reason was exactly the same as the last; strains to her soul caused by her soulmate, leading to immense physical pain which mostly affected her chest.

In her earlier records, it looked like she was going back to the hospital every week or so, and that her condition was worsening by the 26th visit. But then after that, the time intervals spaced themselves out a bit more, starting from every fortnight, to every month, currently sitting at visiting the place every few months. He read somewhere that after the 26th visit they put her on a medication, but those times she went to the hospital afterwards, the alerting pain from her soul was just too strong, meaning that her soulmate was in a spot that nearly killed them. Seven ran his fingers through his curly red locks, reading over these records with furrowed brows.

Sheesh. Her soulmate must be some sort of crazy.

“Ah, well, you’re obviously asleep. I just, wanted to call to make sure this number was the number of our newest member and to thank you for joining the RFA. It really means a lot to all of us here, even if some of us are a bit sceptical with your sudden appearance.” His mind wanders to the “strictly business” duo, Mr Trust Fund Kid (Mr Jumin Han, CEO in line to C&R) and his Zen fan girl assistant (Miss Jaehee Kang, Chief Assistant and cat-sitter). They were the main two who explicitly expressed their concerns of her sudden appearance and were apprehensive to telling any sort of information about them.

“However! Do not fret! I, God Seven Zero Seven, Defender of Justice, will guide you, oh lonely lamb, through this treacherous and confusing period!” He strikes a dramatic pose, his head held up high, his lips in a silly pout, with a hand over his heart, even though he knows you aren’t watching. He chuckles to himself once again, before letting out another sigh. “If you need anything, I’ll be willing to take your calls and talk to you. But please, don’t try to get close to me. I’m pretty dangerous.”

For some reason as he said that line aloud his voice trailed off and one of his hands ended up rubbing the back of his neck. He felt a pain in his chest too. Why was this all happening to him? It was true that he was extremely dangerous, his job at the agency being the reason why, and he has no other choice but to warn people about being too close and chummy with him. After all, he doesn’t want anyone becoming a victim because of him. So then why had he felt upset over telling this girl to stay away? Why did he feel this pull towards her? Was it his paranoia getting to him? Was his mind eating him about her hidden affiliation with a rival agency?

It didn’t make any sense to his binary world. None of this did. Especially the ache that he felt deep inside of him. But he decides to ignore that for now.

“Um, anyway,” He says, clearing his throat after a while. “You’ll be able to listen back to any calls you’ve made or received within this app in your call history. You’ll know who’s calling you because their profile picture and name will be one of the first things you’ll see. Everything that you need to do for the party is all within this app and you probably wouldn’t want to mess around with the apartment you’re at. One wrong move, and an alarm will go off, so I’d be careful if I were you.” He pauses once again, thinking for something else to say.

“We’ll be seeing each other more often, so I wish you all the best of luck, party coordinator.”

He hung up shortly afterwards.

When you woke up in an unrecognisable place, anxiety filled thoughts started circling your head. How did you get here? Why were you here? Was this some sort of prank held by your friends? Were you some sort of hostage?? You swore to yourself that you hadn’t been drinking alcohol or doing drugs the night before, nor were you grabbed and put into a car with a blindfold over your eyes. At least, that’s what your mind was telling you as you wracked it for answers of why and when you got here. Did anyone even live here..?

You spent a good while, sitting on the couch you had just woken up on (which was surprisingly comfy), thoroughly confused before your phone pinged with a notification. It startled you slightly, causing you to jump before looking at the device that sat a short distance away from the spot you were sitting in. You grab it, wondering whothe heck was messaging you. Checking it revealed that a chatroom from the RFA messenger, that you stupidly downloaded on your phone last night because of a stupid dare, had opened up. Zen and Jumin were currently occupying the room. It brought a slight frown to your features. ‘I wonder if Seven will come..’

Being honest, you found yourself intrigued by the man. Not only because of his jokes that he shared and his handsome looks from his profile picture (goddamn was his side smile the hottest thing you had ever seen in your life, like what the actual hell?), but the mysterious air he had to him. You weren’t exactly close to him, so you could only assume things about him, but he seemed like the type of guy who was helplessly lonely. You gathered that from the messages you read over that the RFA members sent about the man, your own personal experiences, as well as from the phone call you had found in your history. His tone of voice dramatically changed after talking about being “God Seven Zero Seven, Defender of Justice”. The whole “don’t try to get close to me, I’m dangerous” spiel gave it away too, but those words tugged at you for some reason.

He, the quirky, whacky, jokester, but somewhat lonely, Seven, was a dangerous person? Obviously, according to Jumin, he was dangerous to cats, but was he really a dangerous person? More so, how dangerous was he? Did he cause that danger, or did he just get thrown into it?

Was he potentially your soulmate?

That last thought was pushed away into the back of your mind. There was no way he was. He’s probably just got some definition of dangerous that makes his pranks look like they were intended to hurt someone!

… But that tone he used made you think otherwise. He sounded sincerely determined, serious, unlike the tone he used within the chatrooms. Immediately, you shook your head.

‘Now is not the time to be thinking about that!’ You thought to yourself as you stood up from the couch and stretched, looking at your new surroundings with a determined smile. ‘I need food, and food needs me! There’s also a bit of thinking to do about my new environment and friends!’

And so, over the past few days, you’ve been getting to know the RFA members a bit more. You got along well with them, but especially well with Seven. You happily played along with his pranks, showed concern for him when he started opening up slightly, frowning when he had denied your suspicions of being down and throwing jokes again. However, you kept up with the man and the group, determined to get to know him to prove that tiny voice inside of you that he wasn’t your soulmate, despite desperately hoping so.

It wasn’t until the day that the special security system alerted him about it’s status did Seven first experience a pain in his soul.

With Vanderwood watching his every move, it was proving to be difficult to keep up with work, the RFA and the new member. He already knew there was a problem with the security of the app from the complaints he received from the members and the error messages that came up on the screen that held the status of the RFA server. But he couldn’t do much about those problems except temporarily fix it and try to find a permanent one later due to the work he was trying to do – or more like not do – for the agency. He was also desperately trying to sort out his feelings for you. He knew that something was up with him, but he didn’t want to admit it. Besides, he wasn’t supposed to feel this way, anyway.

Though, as a notification from the screen holding the code and status for the special security system popped up, he felt as if his body was killing himself from the inside. He hunched over, holding onto his chest and abdomen, trying to steady his breathing while gasping for air as pain engulfed his body. It felt like an immense amount of pressure was thing to push out of him, but another one was trying to push onto him, squeezing him in pain.

Vanderwood ran into the room as he heard his strained breathing, rushing over to Seven’s side. Sure, he wasn’t exactly fond of the guy, but they became affiliated with each other and had this sort of unspoken bond between one another. Vanderwood might just lose his job and his life if he were to die on him now, so keeping one another safe was a priority.

“Hey, hey!” he shouted at the man who struggled in his seat, unsure as to if he had heard him. “What’s going on?! Seven, can you hear me?!”

Seven, despite the pain he is experiencing manages to give him a strained nod, causing the brown haired man to sigh in relief.

“Ok, good, I need you to calm down and steady your breathing. Right now.” He tries to get Seven to follow him, managing to do so. He already suspected what was going on, it was pretty darn obvious anyway. So, when Seven had managed to calm himself, he immediately hands him a glass of water and a pill. Seven eyes the pill, before he eyes him.

“What’s this for?” his voice is hoarse and weak, the vomit stuck in his throat threatening to come out. Vanderwood rolls his eyes.

“Well, you’re supposed to be working.” He blankly explains, simply placing the pill in Seven’s hand. “Just take it. It’ll dull your pain.”

Seven remains slightly sceptical, causing Vanderwood to become frustrated at him, shoving it and the water into his mouth and down his throat . He had a coughing fit afterwards, to which the brown haired man refused to help the red headed one with. Afterwards, the pain was manageable but still there, and he couldn’t help but think it was caused by the newbie he was finding himself to become infatuated with. After all, he started feeling this pain when that notification from the apartment came up, and the only one occupying that place was you.

So, when he finally got Vanderwood off his butt, he grabbed all the hacking equipment he could and dashed to the apartment in a desperate hurry, of course not forgetting to grab a few pain reducing pills for the trip. Once he saw you, he was sure that this pain in his chest would go away. Once he saw you, he wouldn’t have to keep staring at a screen just so he could see the real you. Once he saw you, he would be able to focus. Once he saw you, he had a feeling his soul would be in peace. But once it was at peace, he’d become scared. Once it was at peace, he’d have to push her away. Once it was at peace… What was he going to do with himself? With her?

He couldn’t and wouldn’t allow her to experience more pain because of him. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t what he wanted. He was sure that she was already fed up with dealing with the pain he caused. And if they were really soulmates, she should’ve just given up on him the first time he had caused her pain. But he wouldn’t be able to help the fact that they were fated to be together and that fate liked to twist things in the most horrible of ways.

If you were fated, he couldn’t just change that. You only ever had one soulmate. And one soulmate only. He was starting to think, as he shoved all of his belongings quickly into the car while his fire breathing robot dog chased Vanderwood around, that maybe this pain in his chest wasn’t only because his potential soulmate – that was you – was in danger because of the bomb that was installed as part of the special security.

Maybe, it hurt, because he knew what must be done for the benefit of both of you.

Making his way to the apartment was proving to be a bit of a hard trip to get through. The pain in his chest flared up again, making it incredibly hard to drive. His vision kept wavering, his body threatening to faint due to his desperate breathing. It meant that his driving was more sloppy and reckless than usual, because not only did he have to worry about the pain from his soul, he had to worry about your safety as well as the thoughts about his decision swirling around his head. He had never experienced a more stressful moment in his life, other than the time he had to leave his brother behind so that he could protect the both of them. Remembering that now was definitely doing more bad than good, because the ache in his chest was only growing more intense. He felt like he was going to die.

However, Meowy had other plans. In the case where you, his dear, were to experience terrible soul pains again, Meowy was to sense that and try her best to calm you down enough to take your medication to relieve that pain. It was a good thing that Seven had brought her to passenger seat and not in the case he had made for her that sat in the back. So, as soon as it flared up, she guided him through a few breathing exercises, which eventually allowed him to shakily take a pill. It didn’t exactly relieve his symptoms, or pain, but it did make the journey a bit more bearable.

Meanwhile, you were slightly panicking due to the last few messages Seven had sent. What? There was something wrong with the apartment? And he was coming here to fix it? But what about the work at the agency he had yet to finish? Was that what that noise from last night was about?

You didn’t know what to do. From what you have been told so far, you had been guided to an apartment that belonged to a dead woman, who was also the previous party planner and one of the two founders of the RFA, named Rika. They hosted parties for a good cause, and have so far hosted 2 parties. Ever since she left, however, they haven’t had a party since and the messenger became a place where they just talked for days on end (though, particularly for Zen, it became a platform to post his selfies every two days or so, before you came along). Basically, the apartment was filled with classified material on the party guests that had attended in their previous parties, most were notably higher ups, people with influence and power.

You obediently heeded to the commands of V, Seven and Jumin, and have not touched a single drawer or cabinet in the apartment (well, apart from the ones in the kitchen, which surprisingly held food that had yet to go bad, despite the place practically being abandoned for a while according to the members) but only now did you find out that there was a special security system. It was supposed to protect the information by setting off a bomb to not only destroy the information inside the building, but as well as the perpetrator and any innocents that were inside. Seven had advised you not to move because the hacker and managed to mess up the algorithm so that the function of the bomb going off was reversed. Meaning that if someone were to break in here at this moment, you’re basically going to die because they wouldn’t want any witnesses.

So, all you did was sit in the bed that the apartment had, laying down on your back, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. You talked with the remaining RFA members, and thought about your life so far. How you spent most of it avoiding as much danger as possible for your soulmate, only to end up dying without finding them. And god, were you feeling sorry that you possibly had to take them down with you, after all, you didn’t know anything about them. You wouldn’t and couldn’t know what they’d do if they found out that their soulmate died.

In your grandma’s case, she died with her husband because she was slightly older and had breathing issues. But if she was healthier, you had no doubt in your mind that she would have to live the rest of her life with half of her being torn from her grasp. You didn’t want your soulmate to experience that. Heck, what if they were just as excited to meet you as you were with them? It brought tears to your eyes just thinking about the pain that your soulmate would have to face every day just because you stupidly decided to trust a random stranger.

And then your thoughts went to Seven.

Good god, what we’re you going to do with that red head?

Honestly? You had fallen for the man. Hard.

From his jokes, to his pranks, to his poetic words he sprinkled in every now and then, his dorky pick-up lines, how he cared for the RFA members even if he showed it in the most abstract of ways and his silky smooth as god-damn butter voice.

Then there was his serious side. Your sneaking suspicions were correct when he was showing this side. This man really wasn’t ok, despite what he portrayed in the chatrooms, but he tried his best to keep that to himself. It was admirable, but it hurt you more than it probably should. It just motivated you to get to know him better! His world was just so interesting, irresistible to you. You wanted nothing more than to be able to be given the chance to explore that mysterious world of his.

Then, the sound of glass shattering outside of your room grabbed your attention. Lack of better judgement strikes back once again, because you end up running to the scene, to find man with a pale complexion climbing through the broken window. His hair was unnaturally white with pink tips, his outfit consisting of a black mask that covered half his face, a black leather jacket that hung off his right shoulder, revealing an eye tattoo, spiked bracelets, a red tank top, black pants that had a single red stripe going down the outer-most side and leather boots. His eyes were an unsettling mint green and- wait.

Why did he look similar to Seven?

“Stay over there, miss.” He spoke in a smug tone, you could basically hear his smirk.

Where are you?

Seven was having an incredibly hard time trying to get to the apartment in time after ditching his car, carrying all his equipment and trying to manage the growing pain that he felt in his chest. He probably looked insane to onlookers, but he wasn’t going to let you go or live with himself for allowing harm to come your way.

From the beginning, he was somewhat opposed to V allowing you to stay in the apartment because of the bomb; Rika left that place shortly after it was installed anyway. But now this just got out of hand. He needed to get to that place to disarm that bomb and to protect you, he wasn’t going to let the second light that fate had tossed to him slip out of his grasp like the first one. No. Not now, and not ever. He was going to fight for you, stay with you and make it through everything with you with your permission. He wasn’t going to give up on you.

With that thought, he keeps running, despite his legs complaining and threatening to give in.

He runs and runs. Pushing past crowds of people, yelling out several apologies. Running with all the strength he has, gasping for air desperately, not stopping until the apartment block comes into view. He bursts through the building, not wasting any time.

Each step he took, he was closer to his dearest. Each step he took wracked his soul with an immense pain, and so did hers. Each step he took, he was one step closer to finding the truth.

And when he had opened the door, the pain subsided as his golden orbs, that were probably red and swollen from the tears, landed on your own pair of teary eyes.

He wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or scared.

But he was sure, as were you, of one thing.

You were soulmates.

And he was going to get a damned good beating for all those hospital visits.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger 707 #mystic messenger writing #oh good lord #thank go thaty over qwq #you have no idea how relieved but anxious i feel.rn #like actually #thank you <3 #even though i've said that so many times already lol #but seriously #now #i'll just sit in my corner ahaha #and pray that this is ok qwq

[queenharumiura]

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Valentine’s Day Meme ||Still accepting|| 

[to note: as this is a vday meme, there will be a focus on romance. This is going to be more of a theoretical sort of thing given the interactions between the two aren’t much yet, and I’m not very familiar with the series that Rentaro is from. So this is going to be a fun theoretical playlist that will tell a story]

💐: A playlist for our muses 

Gift of a friend- Demi Lovato

Scars to your beautiful- Alessia Cara

Human- Christina Perri

Believer- Imagine Dragons

Titanium- David Guetta ft. Sia

Confident- Demi Lovato

Count on me- Bruno Mars

I’m glad you came- The Wanted

Stand by you- Rachel Platten

I will be here- Steven Curtis Chapman

Heartbeat song- Kelly Clarkson

Can’t blame a girl for trying- Sabrina Carpenter

Teardrops on my guitar- Taylor Swift

Just the way you are- Bruno Mars

Give your heart a break- Demi Lovato

Can you feel the love tonight- Elton John

In case you’re curious I have my reasonings and explanation for choosing the songs under the readmore. It’s-- kinda lengthy;;;;;;;;;;;;

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Gift of a friend

Haru gets the vibe that Rentaro is more of a loner type,which contrasts her social butterfly type. Haru is very friendly with othersand she’s quite popular in her own right. With his hobby of creature watching andpreferring insects over humans, she has the thought that he spends more of histime alone rather than immersing himself around others like she does.

This song sorta has the vibe of her feelings. She honestly hopesthat she’s wrong about the fact that he’s more of the loner type, since that’slonely. So this song embodies her hopes that he can see her as a friend and shewill try to help him open up and see the other good parts of life. Other peoplearen’t so bad. If you can make a friend out of Haru who is around your age,surely, you’ll be able to find others! Don’t worry! No matter what, Haru willbe by your side.

Scars to your beautiful

In our threads, we’ve both mentioned that Rentaro and Haruboth have crushes on people. Haru has a crush on Tsuna Sawada who… usually doesn’treally see her that way. Haru tries very hard to appeal (a bit too hard, in myopinion) to him, but he only has Kyoko in his eyes. Kyoko is a good friend ofHaru’s, so it’s hard to see that the person she likes won’t look at her themoment her friend Kyoko enters the picture.

Sometimes she’s been pushed away in favor of Kyoko as well,and that certainly would hurt in more ways than one. The way I headcanon Haruis that this has hurt her emotionally and it damaged her self-confidence. Thissong is something that she can relate to. The beginning of the song speaks toher on an emotional level. She feels ignored and hurt, but she doesn’t want toshow her pain. If she does, she doesn’t want for her friend Kyoko to feelsaddened by it. It’s not her fault that Tsuna likes her. After all, Kyoko is awonderful person. Haru is the one that’s lacking, surely.

The later portions of the song shows how she tries to cheerherself up when she’s alone, wallowing in her pain. Haru may be hurt, but inthe end, she’s an optimistic person. She’s got a lot of inner strength and she’llalways try to bring herself back up again. Haru is currently struggling withthese issues with the way I write her.

 Human

This song has a slower tempo, and it is more of aself-reflecting song. She can try to hype herself up as much as she wants, andfake her smiles in order to not worry her friends. She can turn on her abilityto fake her happiness to not let anyone know how much she’s hurting. Be thatmachine that only shows what is expected of her, but it’s… tiring. The slow tempofits that tiring mood of hers. She can fake things to not worry her friends,but she’s ultimately only human. She can only hide so much of her hurt. She’sgoing to fall and get hurt, but she still has to try to stand up and be strong.

She does let it slip sometimes when she’s around others who aren’taffiliated with the Vongola, but she still tries to hide that part of her. It’sa part of her character to be positive and energetic. She can’t get down. It’snot like her. She tries to build herself up, and I’m sure her friends try to dothe same—but being ignored or brushed aside can make all that come crumblingdown. She can only take so much before she has to take time to herself and cry.Afterwards, she always builds herself back up again. The previous song is agood fit for that. This song I put lower on the list, because I feel this songshows better how continuous hurt and faking can tire you out. You start to loseenergy. Sometimes, you may start to lose yourself—like how she needs to be likea machine. Haru really doesn’t like to hurt people, so she would hate to makeanyone feel guilty because of her hurt, so she’d try to hide it as much as possible.

 Believer

For some reason, I feel like this song works really well to representHaru’s frustrations. It gets really irritating after a while to be bogged downby negative feelings. Even more so annoying when you’re trying to hide thesevery feelings of yours.

I think that she feels that Rentaro is a bit of alike-minded soul, and she feels more comfortable around him to be honest withherself. I will go more in depth about it with a future song [“confident”], butI feel like after becoming friends with Rentaro, she really starts to realizehow FRUSTRATED she is. She’s upset about the way things have been and the waythings are. She needs to do better, and surely she can. She can believe thatshe can do better when she realizes that she’s so much more than she was madeto feel. The song kinda feels lowkey powerful, like Haru is now standing up andfighting for her own self. She’s going to move past the slow sadness and justfight to better herself again. She’s going to HEAL.

 Titanium

A bit odd, but this song is actually a song about Haruagainst Haru. With the lyrics, it sounds like some person is attacking thesinger. In Haru’s case, it’s herself. Her self-deprecative feelings that criticizesher for her past mistakes and her not being good enough. She’s already resolvedto heal from her one-sided feeling with Tsuna, and she wants to build herselfto be strong like TITANIUM. Her thoughts can attack her all she wants, but shewill use that to fuel her desire to recover. No matter how much her thoughtsscream at her, she wants to believe she can get better. She’s WORTH something.

As she works on this process, she will learn to getstronger. She won’t fall back into those dark thoughts. She will learn to standup and be strong against anything- even figurative bullets. It’s going to be atough battle, but she will do this. She has to. The song is more upbeat and Ithink it fits well as if it musically depicts her will power for her ownbetterment.

 Confident

I think this song is a good transition song that shows howHaru is starting to gain her confidence back. Having a friend who shares someof her hobbies and has a good opinion of her is very enlightening. Haru is very…passionate, and she definitely comes off as strong when she loves someone. Ilove Haru but I have to admit that. She is young so she may not know better,but she does lay it on strong. This is one of the reasons she gets pushed awaya lot, understandably so. That being said, she also got pushed away for justsaying hi because Tsuna didn’t want Kyoko getting the wrong idea. (trivia: that’swhy Haru was sensitive to the fact that she didn’t want to cause anymisunderstandings on Rentaro’s side for the Vday thing)

She is very hyperactive and a lil… on the zany side. Thissometimes either gets her in trouble, or judged by those around her. She isnormally shown not particularly caring for what others think, but I think that’smostly just her being a bit naïve. There were canon instances where her effortsweren’t appreciated, or were sort of brushed off. There are also instanceswhere she may get a ‘cold’ reception for something she does, but when Kyokodoes the same thing, suddenly the reception changes. I find it prettyhypocritical, but they are young kids here, so I get it. Still, I don’t thinkthat won’t hurt Haru. That would hurt you on a confidence level.

Like why is it that I can’t do the same thing as her? It’sthat kind of mentality. Even in the last chapter Haru finally confronted him aboutit like do you even look at Haru? Sadly, she went back to being in love withhim QuQ. I think it’s heavily hinted that Kyoko likes him back so--- I cry forHaru. So that’s essentially why I headcanon for Haru to have these feelings andpain. I personally think that Rentaro would be a good influence on her. Someonewho can appreciate her hobbies and truly appreciates her efforts. He doesn’tfind her annoying or useless [another thing she worries about].

I think befriending him helped her remember that there is moreto her than she knows. There are people who can appreciate her and think wellof her. I’m going off on a limb her and will guess that he’d accept her and herweird quirks. He thought well of her dreams of being a housewife but also beinga world-class costume maker. The fact he didn’t make fun of that and even saidsomething positive about it, really meant a lot to her. She does sometimes getmade into a butt of a joke in canon for her thoughts so I think that would be apositive thing for her. So, this song represents how she starts to truly loveherself again and remember how to be confident. Just because Tsuna didn’t payher any true attention, that doesn’t mean she’s worthless.

[Extra, but another reason why I feel like she’d feel lowkeyworth less than Kyoko is because aside from Tsuna, others pay more attention toKyoko. She’s the school idol, and she’s also the younger sister of one of the mainmembers of the Vongola. Not only that, it’s painfully obvious who Tsuna (theboss) likes, so others tend to pay more attention to her because of it.Essentially like a bias(?), and it doesn’t help that everyone goes to the sameschool except for Haru. She’s almost an outsider who somehow managed to wormher way into their friendship circle. So, Kyoko has a big advantage here, andshe doesn’t really have much. Most of what she does, it’s usually also paralleledwith Kyoko.]

 Count on me

Haru is a very dedicated and loyal person. Once you becomeher friend, she is more than willing to help. Canonically, it’s been seen thatshe’s willing to risk herself for the sake of her friends. She can be ratherrash, but it shows that she’s someone who cares a lot for others, sometimes evenif it could be to the detriment of herself. From what I’ve read in our threadso far, I get the vibe that while Rentaro doesn’t seem to mesh well with otherpeople (of his age group) very well, he’s kind and caring to those he caresfor.

He’s got a sense of responsibility if him making food forothers means anything. The way he wouldn’t take advantage of Haru’s kindnessalso shows that there is a moral backbone that stems from justice. From this, Ifeel this song fits the two of them as I feel that Rentaro may reciprocate someof Haru’s feelings here. If she’s a dedicated friend who is willing to alwaysbe there for him, he likely would return the favor? If I’m wrong (sorry!),consider the song to be Haru’s one-sided feelings then. She’s a very dedicatedfriend.

Being that he’s helped her heal (whether he knows it ornot), Haru would feel very inclined to be supportive of him. She’s the type ofperson who would die for her friends, and Rentaro would also fit into thiscategory. Essentially, this song, you can say, primarily notes Haru’s wishesfor him to count on her. She wants to help him like he did for her.

 I’m glad you came

I know that this song sounds more romantic but HEAR ME OUT,FRIEND. This song more accurately can be used to explain Haru’s feelings ofgratefulness. She’s truly grateful over the fact that Rentaro came into herlife and became her friend. To her, it’s amazing how things have changed in herlife for the better. I really like how the song starts out slow, but then itgets fast paced. It’s almost symbolic of how Haru’s mental/emotional state wasbefore and then after he came into her life.

She loves spending time with him, and she hopes that he doesn’tregret becoming her friend. Hopefully they can stay friends for a long time. Nomatter how much time passes, she’ll always be grateful towards him, and she’sso happy that he came into her life. This song is one of thanks. He truly didchange her universe (the emotional one).

 Stand by you  [&]  I will be here

I liked both of these songs, since I think it can fit Haru’sfeelings of wanting to be a source of support for him as well, like he was forher. If he ever feels hurt by something, she wants to be there for him tosupport him. Maybe life is being tough on him, or maybe something is going onwith the crush of his. If he needs someone to talk to, she will be there forhim. Whatever he needs, she wants to do her best to help him in any way she can.Ignore the fact that the songs sound romantic. Just focus on the ‘I will bethere for you’ aspect of the songs. Shhhhhh. At this point, I don’t think Haruhas realized any romantic feelings yet. She thinks of it all in terms ofgratefulness.

 Heartbeat song

LOL okay but—I found this song and I found it rather funny.Like with the beginning where there is a lyric like: ‘You, where the hell didyou come from? You’re a different, different kind of fun, and I’m so used tofeeling numb” had me like—Haru suddenly realizing “WAIT—what is this. What arethese feelings? Am I--?? Do I--? OMG I caught the feelings TM” It’s interestinghow crushes and love works. Sometimes it seemingly comes out of no wherebecause you didn’t realize it, or you were in denial. I feel that over time asthey spend more time together, Haru will eventually come to have feelings forRentaro—romantic ones that stem from gratefulness.

“This is my heartbeat song and I’m gonna play it. Been so long,I forgot how to turn it up up up up all night long.” These are the very firstlyrics and I think it’s great symbolism of how Haru forgot about how it felt tofeel in love for a moment and she forgot how to work with these feelings ofhers. So, this is basically a ‘HOLY CRAP- I CAUGHT FEELINGS’ sort of song. Lol Sorry,as soon as I found it, I needed to add it to this playlist. It’s not verydeep;;;;;

 Can’t blame a girl for trying

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; So this song sounds prettyupbeat and kinda… funny to me? To me, this song sings about how Haru isderisively judging herself now that she’s accepted the fact that she likesRentaro. Like mentioned previously… Haru is… uh… passionate. She’s very… yeah…when she likes someone. So this song is about how she feels like this isn’tgoing to end very well because she’s dumb af. She can be her worst enemybecause of how passionate she is. Why didn’t she just keep quiet? What if shecares him away with how passionate she can be? To put it simply, this is literallya song of her worries that now that she realized she likes him, he’s going toend up scaring him away. Whoops. Even so, she can’t really blame herself fortrying. She’s a go-getter type and she knows it. OTL

 Teardrops on my guitar

Haru is a person who loves to talk about love, so I’m surethat during their friendship, she would have asked many times about the personRentaro likes. She’s already talked about Tsuna a couple times in our threads,so you know that Haru is not shy about talking about love. She would definitelyask him about the girl he has a crush on.

IF he would tell her about her, Haru would support him asmuch as she can. Give him advice and all that. When she finally realizes herfeelings for him, then it’s like—oh no. I already resolved to be supportive ofmy friend. So it’s like – I gotta be supportive, but at the same time--- OUCH.So she’s pretty jealous about the person that he likes, but there isn’t afeeling of hatred. Rentaro is a good person, so surely the person he likes willequally be a great person.

If she makes him happy, she’d happily congratulate them. Ifhe’s happy, she’ll smile and hope for the best. So yeah, this song is aboutconflicted feelings, I guess?

 Just the way you are

Yo—Haru is that kinda person who accepts almost everythingabout the person she likes. Hm? Yep, ignore the pronouns of the song. This isHARU’S song about Rentaro. She would totally be like ‘oh wow you did a thing.Amazing! You’re so wonderful!’ I guess you could say she gets blinded by lovelol. She’s not very judgmental that way. If she falls in love with someone, sheaccepts them for what they are. She will learn to love everything about them.

HOWEVER, like seen in the case with Tsuna in one instance,she WILL drop you like a hat if you do something that she can’t morally agreewith. In canon, there was a misunderstanding, and Haru thought that Tsunabecame a person who abused children. This is something that Haru would NEVERstand for. Children are innocent and she believes that they should beprotected. She’s very protective of children, so the moment she thought he wasabusing kids, she was more than ready to drop him like a hot rock.

Other than that, she doesn’t care. He’s famous for being a ‘nogood’ guy with little talents, and he’s not particularly known for any goodlooks either. Still, she was always very supportive and loving towards him. Shethinks that he’s an amazing person because she looks at the inside. Assumingthat Rentaro is a good and morally standing person, she truly would likeeverything about Rentaro. No matter what, she wouldn’t want anything to change,because love is about learning to accept someone and also compromise. Love isn’twhen you try to change someone to suit YOUR needs or preferences.

If you are going to change someone, you do it because youthink it will make them into a better person. I wholeheartedly feel that Haruwould agree with that statement. As such, this song is pretty accurate to how Harufeels when she falls in love with someone.

 Give your heart a break

//MASSIVE SWEAT, okay so like—I don’t know much about the mediathat Rentaro is from, so I actually have no idea what his relationship is likewith his crush. I’ve no idea if they are canon or what—but because this is aValentine’s day meme--- I’m going off the premise that things didn’t work outbetween Rentaro and his crush. Sorry Rentaro;;;;;;; I’m rooting for you,honestly.

Now being serious here, let’s pretend there is a bit omissionhere. Going off the idea that things didn’t work out for Rentaro with hiscrush, Haru would in theory try to help him feel better about it by supportinghim the best she could.

He would need his own time to recover from the failure, andhe’d need his own time to notice Haru. I will not try to assume I would knowenough about him to choose songs about his POV, therefore this playlist willhave a big empty space.

All because Haru knows how it feels to not have your lovereciprocated, she’d heartedly support him. She wouldn’t take this time to tryto get him to like her. Heartbreak really hurts, and she won’t do something socowardly as to use the situation to her benefit. Haru’s really the sort to tryher best to help people, and she normally doesn’t even think about HERSELF. Thisis a girl who was more than willing to risk her life to escape from a safetyzone to try to find medicine to help a child who was very sick.

This is also the girl who was willing to fall to her deathif it meant that her two other friends wouldn’t fall with her. She was morethan willing to die for their sakes. There was little to no hesitation there. Whenher loved ones are in danger, she won’t even consider herself and she’ll do allthat she can for their benefit.

In canon, in a future arc, Haru did her best to be strong,to not allow her fear to show. She’d cry and be afraid in secrecy as to notbother the guys who were busy training for an upcoming battle. Even though shewanted nothing more than to tell them to not fight, she knew it would breaktheir resolve. She and Kyoko both had to hold back and tell them to do theirbest and to please come back safely. It’s not easy having to be thrust into adangerous situation and keep your own feelings hidden. Both girls had to remainstrong and try to be calm for their sakes.

When being told the truth about how dangerous theirsituation is, she purposefully brushed it off so she wouldn’t worry Tsuna. Shedidn’t want to start panicking at that moment or whatever because that’s notgood. It would put more of a burden on him. Instead, she walked away, and endedup crying to someone else. She mainly felt ashamed of herself for beingselfish. For context, Haru and Kyoko had gone on a strike, saying they wouldn’tcook or clean until they were told about what was going on.

On one hand it’s selfish, but in my opinion, it was theirright to know. They were suddenly thrown into a chaotic future where friendsand families were dead. In some cases, they didn’t know whether the missingpeople were still alive or not. The guys are training hard, always coming backbattered and hurt. During all of this, they were told nothing. Nothing. That’sunfair to them when they were dragged into the situation due to associationwith them. They deserved to know the truth, regardless of how scary the truthis.

They wanted to know, and so they went on strike. After beingtold the truth, Haru cried for her selfish feelings. The guys were going throughso much, but the girls selfishly went on strike because they wanted to know thetruth. She cried over this. I think this really goes to show how she tends toprioritize other people over herself with how she felt ashamed of herself. Understandablya strike is pretty intense, but they were so unwilling to tell the truth andwhen you’re caught in such a crazy environment, you’ll want to know what’sgoing on. Families are missing, friends are dead, they have to live in hiding,etc.

Not telling them the truth when they actually wanted to knowis cruel in my opinion. Sorry for the tangent, but essentially—Haru isn’t thetype to use that situation to her advantage in my opinion of her charactertype.

So I think somewhere down the line, maybe they both start torealize they have feelings for each other, but they hesitate. They haverecently recovered from heartbreak, but can they move on?

With the way I think this story plays out, they both helpedeach other with their own heart break, so they have an understanding of theother person and their pain. I think that this song is excellent in meaning. Neitherof them wants to hurt the other. They know how hurt the other was, and by what.They wouldn’t do the same things to hurt them.

Both would likely think about the other “let me give yourheart a break” because I’ll treat you right. I can treat you better than theperson who hurt you.

 Can you feel the love tonight?

This is already super long, so I’m going to make this onethe last one. Arbitrarily I chose a song about how they decided to reciprocatetheir feelings for each other. Basically, a love song. It’s the last song andfinally it’s a love song lol.

Even if it is, it’s Disney. I’m sorry to be corny. I just… Ilove Disney. Forgive me. I think I chose it because it’s a cute song, but alsobecause I somehow can imagine them watching Disney movies together. Simpledates are great, please. Watching Disney together is great, please. Who doesn’tlove Lion King? Look Rentaro, you can animal watch. OTL||||||||||

I really tried to find a song that I felt would work to endthings off but it’s really hard? Trying to find a good duet song is HARD. I’vealready been working on this for over 3 hours and I’m tired QuQ Sorry for thelackluster ending. //sobs

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Haha this was pretty long, and I’m sorry about that. I justget really heated about explaining my thoughts and I love to go into deep thinkingabout stuff. That’s why I ended up writing so much about this, because therewas so much to consider. If you read this, I hope it was an interesting read! Itried not to talk too much about Rentaro since I don’t have a good understandingof him. I was kinda just going off lil hunches based off what little I know of him.If this is very wrong, just consider this some weird AU ahahahha;;;;;;;;

I hope the playlist I made is good enough. Sorry if it wasn’t. QuQ

#Rentarc #Answered ask #thanks for the ask! #Neo speaks #Meme answered #((Hope this is good!)) #((Sorry for taking so long-- I ended up taking this way too seriously whoops))

[harukatomoe]

So I'm completely trash for the rare pairing of mori x dazai, and I was wondering if you could do some headcannons (both sfw and nsfw) on this relationship. That is, if you're still open for requests! Thank you, and I love your writing!

this is an old ask, just posting old asks QuQ

this is gonna take place in dazai’s dark era (:

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sfw

✧ Mori would always want tabs on his younger significant other. He believes that although Dazai is technically an adult, bad things can still happen to him. With Dazai going out late at night, drinking with his friends, smoking and being the demonic prodigy of the Port Mafia, his head has to have some sort of price. Mori cares too much about him to let him out without a sort of reassurance he’s okay.

✧ Dazai can tell when Mori is feeling stressed even if he isn’t showing it physically. It’s the tiny signs of his harsher breathing and how quiet he’s become that moves Dazai’s feet over to his lover. All it takes are a few rubs on his back, a kiss on his head and a comforting hold of his hand.

✧ There are many instances when the two don’t agree on something and moments when Kōyō approaches the older man and says something like “he’s young, let him live his life”. Now Mori doesn’t take it to heart because he knows better than to not listen to Dazai himself, but doubt washes over him. Maybe he’ll ask his young executive if perhaps he preferred not to be in this relationship which sends many dart-like questions into his head why his significant other is asking these all of a sudden. Then what happens is the two argue, Dazai (being quite misunderstanding and arrogant at the time) will take his pride and tell Mori to shove his accusations up his ass. The only way these two will (honestly, in my opinion) make up is (hate) sex.

[tbh both are really protective of their own prides so like I believe a lot of physical things will get them realizing that they still love each other]

nsfw

✧ When the two are not engaging in any sexual activity, it’s quite hard to tell who actually wears the pants in the relationship (not saying in any way, shape or form that the other is incapable of doing the same), but when they are, you can obviously tell. Mori, as the top, just loves to see that sweaty, hot mess of his try and find something to hold on to when they’re fucking in his office. All you could hear are hard grunts and exhausted gasps, furniture scraping against that nice floor, papers and pens flying and hitting the floor. That look of his lover with his shirt ripped open and tattered clothes, those dark bruises on his neck and not to mention those pretty little tears welled up in his eyes can send him over the edge if he couldn’t take it (but he has to teach his darling boy a lesson first).

✧ Dazai, as the bottom, has a little too much he hangs on two. He always tries and fights for dominance but he (almost) never wins. The face he makes is one that looks pissed off; those narrowed eyes, furrowed brows and bared teeth are features he hopes help (somehow) intimidate that man that overpowers him. Although, all it takes is a hard buck of Mori’s hips that send Dazai’s head flying back over the desk’s edge, his mind going absolutely haywire as it can not comprehend what’s going on in that instance.

✧ They both give blowjobs to each other. Mori more in this case. He loves pleasing his partner and if wrapping his lips around Dazai’s cock means that, he doesn’t mind at all. He likes to tease him and to warm him up, there’s a lot of kissing him through his pants and palming given. However, once he unzips his pants and tears his underwear, he’ll slowly run his tongue from the bottom to the tip—just the tip of his tongue though, he doesn’t want to give his poor, panting-mess of a lover the satisfaction yet. At that point, Dazai can’t bear to look at him, he’s already draped over the sofa’s arm with his hands over his eyes and teeth grinding. Mori will only begin sucking him off if he makes eye-contact and keeps that eye-contact. When Dazai gives his share of some loving, what’s requested is that he has to have his shirt open (Mori really loves his torso). Dazai likes to start slow, not exactly teasing but it’s the way he likes ease up. I can see Mori getting impatient and face-fucking the poor boy (only for Dazai to scrape his teeth on Mori’s dick because he didn’t appreciate it). Dazai, when giving a blowjob, is a deepthroat sort of person—he’s not exactly good at it because he does choke a lot, though the instances it happens, it’s a sight to cum for.

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quq this was sort of hard to write bc all i saw was dazai wanting to choke the ol’ man out

✧ March 18th, 2019 ✧

[project-pectin]

Day 38-45 - Oof

10th December 2018

I went and disappeared on this diary again. Ay. As I have expected in earlier posts - the dark season really got to me again. I just feel better in this moment I’m writing this post tho. Ah. I’ll give a shorter summary of what happened over the last 8 work days I missed writing an individual diary entry....here goes: Day 38 (MON, 3rd DEC ‘18): On this day lums helped me fix some things with the existing tracks I made. We edited a few bass lines and tweaked the volume of the tracks together. Day 39 (TUE, 4th DEC ‘18): I continued writing the story and fix it. I also finally sent out stuff regarding a focus group discussion I’m planning for this project. I asked a few friends and acquaintances back in October if they’d want to participate. Day 40 (WED, 5th DEC ‘18): Continued fixing the story and feeling like things got out of hand... Day 41 (THU, 6th DEC ‘18): eZombo and I noticed that even though we’re German we managed to live in the Eastern Pacific time zone for the past months, regarding working hours. I did a lot of private errands on this day and then continued editing and writing the script. Day 42 (FRI, 7th DEC ‘18): Continued on the script. But then switched to producing another short track. It was done in a few hours again. I re-use parts of my finished tracks to make things quicker and overall consistent. However all of my tracks are kind of sad now and I can’t get myself into the mood to make happy tracks. quq Day 43 (SAT, 8th DEC ‘18): I was so into my work that I went to the office and then later realized it was Saturday lol. I continued on the script and fixed minor things regarding the soundtrack again. Day 44  (SUN, 9th DEC ‘18): Stayed at home but still worked on stuff. It’s hard to edit a story when I can’t “feel” it anymore like an outsider would, when they read the story. I’m currently too embarrassed to show it to anyone though. What a mess. Day 45  (MON, 10th DEC ‘18): Didn’t actively edit the script but for minor fixes. I painted a CG though. And implemented it too. With this, all core assets are finished for the intro chapter of Mirrorboy! And I can’t show any of it - ‘cause of spoiler!! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚

Personal Stuff (TW: may be depressing :x)

I feel motivated and equally exhausted. My mother once told me I’ve been like this since I was a child - when I got hooked on something I just did it until I fell asleep on the spot (i.e. puzzles, drawings, games, etc.). You can do this once in a while but in the long run it’s definitely not healthy. I know this and still I keep riding myself into this hell of over-working myself. I don’t really know how to get out of this though. I can’t relax knowing that I actually got a hard deadline for this project and need to make the best out of my tight budget of time and manpower. So I just keep running towards my goal and ignore a lot of things on the way, like my health. Maybe things might be a little less straining if my personal circumstances were better too. At least that’s my wishful thinking. I’ve neglected a lot of friendships over the past year because of work. I got a handful of people who are closest to me tho, whom I see a few times on good a week though, so I’m not a complete hermit yet. But disassociating myself for so long made me fear groups of people. I’ve never been this level of anxious in front of people before. It’s weird, I was quite sure I was an extrovert a few years back. Stress changed me so much. It has been more than a year that I witnessed myself developing unhealthy work patterns. But I really don’t know how to tackle this. I was thinking of going to a therapist with my worries but I...like I don’t feel like my case is serious enough. Or like therapists wouldn’t take me seriously? I don’t know. Huff....Goodnight my diary and anyone who stumbled upon this post. Please take care of yourselves (´Ａ｀。)

#personal #diary #devlog #gamedev #indiedev #visual novel #worklife #stress #depressed #mental health

[activatingaggro]

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 ♦ What's an AU that you've always wanted?

Circle of Magic AU~! Which I didn’t know I wanted until right now, but what’re you gonna do. x) Less for the actual setting and more just the magic system, tbh.

⚜ What is the best time to write for you? Why?

Before I started this job, it was morning! I am very, very much a morning person: my ideal schedule would probs be 6AM to 9PM, if it weren’t for pesky things like ‘work doesn’t get off until 5PM’. quq So I have more energy and creativity and interest in writing at like, 7-11AM than I will for the rest of the day.

Unfoooortunately, night-time is pretty much the only type I can write now, except on weekends, so. Part of the reason for my slow-down from my former mad rush of constant replies is just not having time in the morning to write (and then no energy to write at night).

☢ Are there any ships that you would like to write for one day? Any that you wouldn't?

I’m legitimately always down for pretty much any ship! I think I’m fairly unique on tumblr in that I figure most of my ships are meant to be short-term relationships, rather than actual end-game play, and I’m willing to slot things into backstories all the time - so, like, the fact Pheres has a matesprit won’t stop me from making it canon he dated other people in the past. Or writing all of my #lowblood problems fluff, haha. I am a one-timeline person, but also multi-shipping trash, it’s a problem.

My only restrictions on ships is that 1) the dynamics have to not be really fucking weird, and 2) if it’s unhealthy, I want it made clear OOC that’s the case, and ideally, people will bring this up IC and it will be addressed. Characters like the birdrails being called out on their unhealthy dynamic so that they have to address it, and either end it or fix it, is the big lure of dysfunction for me. It’s no fun if it’s never fixed!

#[ooc] #thank you for the ask! #plaguetrolls