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im-657-mv · 2 years

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yandere alphabet will byers

[requested]

-[A]ffection-

How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

will is a very shy person

so be prepared for long yearning looks from across the room

light touches here and there

love letters are a big thing too

and it does get intense

such as little notes left for you in your backpack with a detailed description of how much he loves you

-[B]lood-

How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

i could see will being a little delusional

but i dont think he would be able to get too messy

even though he does love you a lot i dont think he's physically or mentally able to kill a whole person

maybe hurt them though

but he would absolutely kidnap and or knock you out for sure

-[C]ruelty-

How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

he would care for you just like a loving boyfriend would

he would feed you make sure you're clean and make sure you get enough cuddle time

physical touch is a must for both you and him

will would also make sure you're well-fed

breakfast, lunch, and dinner

and if you struggle with eating he will be there with you every step of the way

-[D]arling-

Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

touching you

will is very big on physical touch so get ready for holding hands, cuddling, etc.

-[E]xposed-

How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

will bears his whole heart to you

and there is nothing will doesn't hide or share with you

he knows everything about you and you know everything about him

he is a very vulnerable person in general but with you he's extra vulnerable

-[F]ight-

How would they feel if their darling fought back?

will would feel heartbroken

and confused

why do you want to leave him

is he not good enough for you

does he need to do better

do you hate him

if you leave or escape he will wholeheartedly believe that it is his fault

and he is completely delusional to the fact that he might be too obsessive making you want to leave

-[G]ame-

Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

will definitely doesn't think its a game

he truly loves you and would die if you died

his heart beats for you and his eyes worship your face

so there is no way he would ever want you to leave

-[H]ell-

What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

his delusions

in his mind he thinks you're his soulmate

his true love

but in reality

you've only had like two actual conversations

will is convinced that his fantasies and dreams are the real-life

-[I]deals-

What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

marriage

what he wants more than anything is a happy family with two cats

and a house in the woods

with a flower garden

and you two have matching pj sets

and nice long walks together in the woods

will thinks about this a lot

-[J]ealousy-

Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

extremely jealous

since he's just naturally so insecure

he could get overly jealous and is prone to thinking that your friends are trying to steal you away

you'd have to constantly reassure him that you are the one he loves

that you are his one true love until the day you both die

-[K]isses-

How do they act around or with their darling?

very shy

he'll steal glances at you every godamn minute

he's also very nervous around

stutters and mumbes his words a lot

sometimes he'll practice in front of a mirror of what he's going to say to you

but he still manages to mess up a little

will would also be attached to your hip

everywhere you go he goes

sometimes if you use the restroom he'll wait for you outside the door

-[L]ove letters-

How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

love letters

since he can't get a single word out when you're around he prefers to write what he feels

it seems to be the only thing that can put his mind at ease when thinking about you

-[M]ask-

Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

i would say yes

he would still be that shy nervous kid

but he would be kind of delusional in a way

it would be his delusional sick feelings that he has kept from you

which is drastically different from the sweet innocent boy will byers

-[N]aughty-

How would they punish their darling?

he would threaten your family and friends

it wouldn't be an actually scary threat where he would actually do it though

but you would prefer not to find out if he would actually do it

-[O]ppression-

How many rights would they take away from their darling?

not a lot tbh

he still loves and respects your option of free will

maybe not the freedom part though

but he would still let you do certain things

like talk to your friends [supervised of course]

-[P]atience-

How patient are they with their darling?

he is super patient with you

he is willing to spend the rest of his life waiting for you to finally love him back

will sees no problem with waiting

-[Q]uit-

If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

hell no

have you met this man

if you manage to escape he might just go insane

or a complete mental breakdown

either that or he'll threaten his own life to get you running back to him

-[R]egret-

Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

like i mentioned before

his ideas and love type is a delusional thing

-[S]tigma-

What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

the fear of abandonment

he never wants to feel like the way he did when he was in the upside down

-[T]ears-

How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he would rather be beaten up and killed himself rather than you

he would gladly take a bullet for you any day

-[U]nique-

Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

just being overly sickly sweet

and don't forget those overbearing and delusional letters stuffed in your locker

-[V]ice-

What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

his delusions definitely

just pretend to be in love and immediately embraces it and forgets how he literally just kidnapped you

-[W]it’s end-

Would they ever hurt their darling?

absolutely not

-[X]oanon-

How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

i could see him as the type to worship you

he would most likely have a shrine of your things

chapstick, old popsicle sticks, clothing, etc...

but when it comes to winning you over

well he has no clue how to do that

will would probably watch hundreds of romcoms on how to make someone fall in love with them

but even then he would still have no idea where to even start

especially if your male or gender nonconforming identifying

-[Y]earn-

How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

he could wait for years and centuries when it comes to you

he has all the patients in the world

the only time he would snap is if you left him

then he would just completely breakdown begging and crying for you to come back

-[Z]enith-

Would they ever break their darling?

you'd most likely develop stockholm syndrome from how sweet and caring he is though

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manonamora-if · 7 days

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May Check-In

This is a bit late, because I've been debugging the past two days.

So I bought Tropico 6 during the last Steam sale. If you haven't seen me posting for a while, blame by wish to be a benevolent dictator of a fake Caribbean island.

Onto the usual index:

Recap of last month’s progress

IF Events in the Next Month (I won't do this anymore)

Plan for the next month

Still long post under the break. If you want a mini version, head on over to itch.io as usual!

April Progress

From last month, what did we do:

Play more games: ✅

I started so good, finishing reviewing the SeedComp! entries, as well as the Revival Jam and had started on the Spring Thing... then I got distracted by the TALJ and Tropico... I also need to update @manonamora-if-reviews at some point... It's at least 100 reviews behind.

Finish the Code of Ch5✅ of Harcourt and edit the Ending Chapter ✅

YES! IT IS DONE! I have finally fixed those godamn doors in the maze that were giving me so much trouble. Also MelS has gotten my edits on all the Chapters/files (and was given extra comments because I also fixed some code in previous chapters). He is hard at work dying editing the missing text.

The only thing left for me is to: - add the maze visuals (map, book/letter formatting) - settle on a design for the final maze puzzle (need to so some research) - include the missing chapter/text (waiting for MelS)

Finish fixing The Roads Not Taken. Or An Eggcellent Preparation. Maybe the other parser too (it just needs a smidge of polish).

LOL... This is the shameful failure that is following me around, ringing that darn bell.

Should i give up on it? Maybe one day...

Complete the TALJ entry. ✅

I have been battling this one the whole morning trying to fix so many bugs. But I'm pretty happy about it. For one: it was actually tested by someone (not like last year). For two: it's actually an easy parser (like you can't lose!).

And the idea had been ringing in my head for so long, I had the prompt submitted to last SeedComp!.

But yeah, this had been happening for a while already. And even though it doesn't have the level of polish I had hopped (future me problem with updates), it is probably one of the better one I've made.

Anyway, play Lysidice and the Minotaur (I'll have an official post tomorrow). (and you can vote for it if you want...)

What else happened this month????

Well, the SeedComp! ended, so I had to deal with all the admin, and making the cool stickers for the different entries. That took quite a bit of time... but worth it! Some really cool entries this year, yet again!

Well, this is more of it's been done last month but released this month: Les lettres du Docteur Jeangille has been translated into English, for the Spring Thing (in the Main Garden, if you feel like voting for games). You can find the post there!

I've been also drafting some post-mortems, one for Jeangille and one for Lysidice. They should come out during the month, at some point.

:/ I have to update my website again now...

I wanted to do an entry in the Dialogue Jam, but my idea didn't pan out on time (too buggy for release). Or eer... cough cough... I had enough will power not to do it? Anyway, also I made the Really Bad IF Jam, which starts today!

What’s happening in May?

As mentioned at the start, I'm dropping this section from my check-in. First, it's buried deep in a wall of text, so no visibility (it should have been a separate post, oh well). If people actually check the events out, I'm sure it would be a miracle.

But mainly... a zine has popped up recently, specifically about IF called What's New in IF? (@if-whats-new), releasing weekly. Since it includes events, like the jams/comps/conferences I used to mention here (and it looks more sleek than a Tumblr post), I'll just leave them do all that hard work instead 😅

So yea... as long as the zine is happening, I'm out 😅 Well, I'll drop them links to my jams and stuff I see, because they seem to be looking for help in finding stuff.

The PLANtm for May

I'm playing Tropico, so I'm getting and will probably going to get less stuff done. Which is not a bad think. Breaks are important. Will I go on a break this month?

Probably should...

But if I don't, where's what I hope to do:

Play more games: On my juicy list I have: the Spring Thing, the newly released Dialogue Jam and TALJ, the Locus Jam and Really BAD IF is happening this month too (so more gameses!), and a few non-comp releases I've had my eye on.

Code Chapter 6/Endings: I need to wait for MelS for this, since he's editing my comments. I'll prob look for visuals for the puzzle in the meantime.

Fixing an older games. Instead of new, do something old.

Write the next Chapter/Scene of a WIP, because it would be good to actually do that. And make some actual progress at seeing stuff being done. (I want to write some Razac snippets....)

Let's have a boring month!

The 2024 To-Do List:

LOL, I've only done the website! :D

The hopefully maybe easy to handle To-Do:

fix the bugs in EDOC + overall the French version to match (waiting for Adventuron to get the French language)

fix the bugs of TRNT + find a way to add the missing pieces (giving up on the translation)

fixing the interface of LPM and the popups + check animal interactions

figure out the One-Button JavaScrip/jQuery issue...

edit the loading screens of the completed tiny games to include the program/format logo at least.

The 'Need a Bunch of Content to update but it's planned!' To-Do:

Update my website (bunch new title - also I don't think the logo clicky thing work...) + redo my itch page

Finish TTATEH (MelS dependent)

Finish Exquisite Cadaver (half-way mark by this summer - manif)

Finish P-Rix - Space Trucker (main path at least)

Update CRWL (it's been almost two years... I'm ashamed)

The Unlikely But it Would be Dope To-Do

Finish The Dinner as it was planned (and translate)

Finish In the Blink of an Eye as it was planned (and retranslate)

Finish The Rye in the Dark City

Fixing TTTT (at least fixing, maybe try adding some storylets)

And finally The 'It's impossible, but one can wish' TO-DO:

Remaster SPS IH (if I managed to start this after completing the rest... I'm going to eat a whole sheet cake).

Start the IFComp project (2025? Might end up being a ST?)

#progress #update #interactive fiction #check in #monthly check in #manonamora #geez what a month #why do I keep doing this to myself

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lemonlinelights · 1 year

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Referencing the post below here’s the godamn Steve Harrington Centric stranger things au that’s been plaguing me and I literally have a full of notes but no actual writing

The short summary: Steve is a faerie

The long of it: The Harringtons in desperation to be seen as a perfect family with a child made a deal with the fae to have one, instead of giving of fertility though the tricksters gave them a whole entire fae baby. Steve has no idea what he is but he has some ideas, and the Harrington’s are away all the time because they are scared of him. When he was younger he went through Nannies who were unnerved by him quickly, Steve tires to act human but still has his quirks.

The biggest changes that I think exist:

Instead of trying to get attention and be King Steve, Steve instead is quiet more so he has less of a chance at being weird. He is still very popular but he is more of a bodyguard when it comes to this au’s high school royalty.

Him and Nancy? This involves how the timeline is different so it’s,,,,complicated. I have two timelines in my brain.

A. Nancy and Steve are together, break up happens as normal, except Nancy now has suspicions of Steve’s human nature.

B. Nancy and Steve were never together. I am more in favor of this one because I want to write Johnathan getting to know Steve and …Oh my god I’ve figured it out lads. Yep I am doing this one. SO! Steve and Nancy were never together and Johnathon and Nancy together befriend him (poly?*) and eventually figure it out. While I am not 100% sure when it’ll definitely be after season three. BECAUSE

I have plans where Hopper basically becomes Steve’s dad. The man has a habit of collecting kids who can kill a person. He (Mainly Jane tbh) is the one who’ll figure out Steve’s deal first in season two.

Barb is still dead, I’m sorry guys I tried figuring out versions where she’s alive but her death is literally so important which is ironic with how it’s treated in the show.

* I love Nancy/Jonathan/Steve so much and it was my og plan but then season four came out and Steve/Eddie, gosh, is so lovely! I am like stuck between on what to do. But I didn’t want any romance to happen until much later anyways so I guess I should just start writing it and see which one feels right for the story once I get there

That saying I literally don’t even have a paragraph down for this just by god am I going to do it (eventually)

#stranger things #stranger things au #I AM SO GIVING STEVE DRAGON FLY WINGS #OH YOI WATCH ME WRITE IT BEINF HIS MOST VUNERABLE OART #AND HIM HAVING TO TRUST SOMEONE TO HELP FIX THEM WHEN HIS WINGS GET HURT #BEHXBEHC #steve harrington #my beloved #so many typos #I am going to bed now tho the creative juices have calmed down now thag I wrote this down #hhh

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tendous-whore · 3 years

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Ur naoya fic had me shook tho, I literally had to make a new account to send this request bc my mutuals on my main have no idea I’m into smut fics lmao (Dw tho I’m not a minor, age is in my blog desc.).

If you’re accepting requests…nanami and breeding kink pls. I love how the fandom has like decided that he has one lol, I see him as the type to *seem* vanilla buuuuuut he can actually be rough (everything is consensual tho). But that dom side of him only comes out when he’s sleeping with someone he makes a commitment to. Sorry for rambling. I’m looking forward to whatever you have to share next!!

you are the first person to send me an ask so far (which are ALWAYS open btw) so you have no idea how much I smiled when reading your message 🥺

when i woke up to read some jjk fics today, I was so shocked at how many people liked my naoya x reader!!!? it’s so weird that people enjoy my work, especially since it’s my very 1st explicit fic!

ANWAYS nanami is one of my fav characters, aside from naoya, for reasons other than both of them being goDAMN SNACKs😤 so definitely will dedicate a more in depth story for nanami later on. but! your request gives me the perfect opportunity to share a little bit of my own take on him hehhehhehe

so enjoy!! <3

nanami + breeding

the embodiment of “gentleman in the streets, freak. in. the. sheets.”

with his job, he hardly has the time to indulge in relationships, so he’s pretty lax in the bedroom at first. just goes with the flow, ya know

but the longer you stay, the more comfortable he gets when he realizes you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

but nanami doesn’t rush to pull out the whips and chains, he’s gradual when it comes to sharing his interests with you in the bedroom.

until he isn’t.

so when the two of you are alone, and the doors are locked, the nanami in the day contrasts the man he is at night.

nanami is already dominant in all aspects of your relationship, to some degree. but it doesn’t compare when he has you crumpled, completely submitting beneath him, or bent over his knee after a long day of dealing with your shit

he’s more cutthroat than the first time you two had sex. yea, he has a soft side too but when the mood is right, he knows which to bring out

so when your spread for him, accepting everything he gives, how can he not indulge in all he wanted with his pretty little thing?

the act of pumping you full drives him wild, and at times in need, it keeps him going, until the next time

and on top of that, nanami definitely gets off on the size difference between you and him, and shows

when he purposefully pushes on your stomach, feeling the outline of his bulge, when you fold underneath him without resistance

don’t even get me started on how he loves to take you ugh

when he has you locked in a mating press, unable to move and just take. take. take.

probably likes it even more when he’s done his research, knowing how much more likely you could get get pregnant with his cum when he’s plowing into you

the thought alone is so dangerous. but that’s why he likes it. hehe.

Nanami is diligent with the way he works your body, he’s mesmerized every detail down to the bone like the back of his hand. He knows when he pushes you further into the bed, forcing himself deeper than before, how full he makes you feel. Your body is so honest when he does, how the way your legs tense and shake and your tummy bulges when he thrusts at that one angle.

It is a sight that has him breathing faster, and his tongue dipping out to lick his lips. He’s hungry, a thirsty and dying man before you. Feeling the way your walls squeeze him, coating his lower half in a layer of slick feeds him bit by bit, but the urging desire to already fill you up has his hips stuttering.

But right now, he wants to savor this. Savor the way your body lays beneath him, your mouth slightly ajar, hair tangled between his fingers as you cried with pleasure. You looked so pathetic with the way you choked on air, your hands pressed against his chest as you took everything he threw your way.

That’s why Nanami loved you. It wasn’t easy to submit yourself to someone, but you did, allowing him to give you all that he wanted. You were good for him, so good and so pretty. And prettier when his thrusts would finally come to a stop, when his body would pull away from your battered figure, his face pulled down and his eyes focused and just watch.

Watch the way your ass trembled, your body wracked with an uncontrollable shake as you came down from your high, better than the one before. And he’d groan, the deep guttural hiss audible in the quiet room that smelled of sex when finally, his cum slowly leaked from your twitching whole.

And Nanami smiled, his eyes brighter then before when his fingers pushed it all back into your cunt, carefully gathering every drop and slowly fucking his seed into you again and again. And he’d tell you in that sweet voice of his so quietly.

“what a waste.”

“it’s not enough.”

“one more time.”

as he takes you in bed, promising that the next wave of euphoria will be it for tonight. That your walls will finally taste nothing but of Nanami, his scent etched into your skin. But you know better. Once Nanami has had a taste, he can’t bring himself to stop, not when you’re crying for him, begging for his cock to stuff you full and breed you stupid.

so when you’re nearing you end and Nanami grows sloppy, his thrusts more frantic then before, he palms your stomach. His fingers trace the outline of his cock, dragging in and out at a delicious pace, his hand digging deeper and deeper until your writhing under his grip. It stings, but when his fingers press harder and harder, it forces him to hit that one spot that has your breath stuck in the back of your throat and thighs aching.

“gonna breed this pretty little pussy.” He breathes.

“til’ it’s full and heavy.”

He’s rational, logical and very decisive. But when he is high off of the adrenaline and pleasure that’s pumping through his veins, Nanami silently hopes that his cum will bleed into your womb, that your pill won’t repel his seed. That somehow, by some miracle, you miss your period.

And if you don’t?

Then the next time, he’ll look forward to doing it all over again.

#jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk #request #jjk requests #nanami kento #nanami #nanami x reader #nanami smut #kento nanami #kento jjk #jjk nanami

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books-and-catears · 2 years

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The Red means I Love You

Tagged as requested:@candymeowz @kadythethief @hatsunemiku2025

You always hurt the one you love // The one you shouldn't hurt at all.

"Lucifer, you can't possibly let this happen! This exchange program is ridiculous! You know what happened to last of us that mingled with humans!"

"Enough, Belphie! Not another word about this. Diavolo's orders are absolute. Besides it's only one year. I will not have another word against it."

"You would choose the words of a mere demon over your own brother? Have you...have you forgotten about Lillth so soon?"

"Don't forget we are demons now too, Belphie. And of course I haven't forgotten, Lilith. But that has nothing to do with Diavolo's plan. So stop barging into my room, trying to change my mind because you cannot."

"Then I'll deal with the problem at its source."

"Belphie, stop this at once. Go to your room and sleep over it."

"If I can't stop you from bringing humans here, I'll make sure there are no humans left to bring! Isn't that the best solution then, Lucifer!?"

"That's it. I'm dealing with you once and for all."

"What- what the hell do you think you're- No let go! Let go of me! Godamn you and your powers Lucifer! I SAID LET GO!"

"You can stay locked up in there until you come to your senses. Even if it takes a few centuries."

"Hah! Beel will find me! Let's see you stop him! You can't hide me in here forever."

"No but I can seal this attic away so no demon can even climb up to here until the Exchange program is over. Besides who's going to tell him you're up here?"

You always take the sweetest rose// And crush it till it's petals fall.

"Yes, Beel what's the matter? You look troubled."

"Lucifer, have you seen Belphie? He wasn't in bed this morning and he never wakes up before me."

"Oh didn't you hear? He's left for the Human realm. For Diavolo's Exchange program."

"He...did? But yesterday he was so adamant about not letting this program happen?"

"I talked sense into him and he finally agreed. He was excited even. So don't be too worried."

"But, he didn't even pack his things. His clothes and most of his bedding is still here. You know he never leaves the house for anything without the purple blanket."

"It was on short notice so he got sent up immediately. You can send him his remaining things via me."

"Are you sure he wanted to go Lucifer? Diavolo didn't just force him to-"

"Diavolo wasn't involved, Beel. I offered Belphie to go and scout the human realm to see if it would be okay to bring a couple of them here."

"Oh...okay I guess. It's just a little strange. He usually tells me before he goes somewhere. And usually I go with him so..."

"No, Beel. Two of you at once would attract too much attention. And not all humans are qualified to know about the three realms. So don't ask to join Belphie up there, understand?"

"Yes, Lucifer..."

You always break the kindest heart//With a single word you can't recall.

"You're just a powerless human, what good do you think you'll do sticking your nose where it doesn't belong? Your hand hurts does it? That's how much of a pain you are!"

"Taking care of a stupid human? What a hassle! Why are ya making me do this? You don't think I've got better things to do?"

"Ugh. It's just some normie human, why was I dragged out of my room for this? I'm going back inside."

"What did you just say? A weak little human dare reject my pact? You dare defy me? Hahahhaha I could rip off your face and limbs and feed them to the lower demons!"

"What? What's with that face? Oh is it getting harder to breath? Yes? Oh you stupid humans and your weak, pathetic little bodies."

Human. You laughed to yourself at how they threw that word like an insult. And you sat here being doted on by the whole lot of them. Feeding cakes and cookies and cream puffs to the same human they'd tormented and killed.

An angelic ancestry is nothing to scoff at. And yet it was far from what you were going to become. The apple couldn't fall farther from the tree.

Because the weak, pathetic, stupid human now held the seven demons in the palm of their hands, and they knew exactly how to break each one of them in the worst way possible.

So if I broke your heart last night// It's because I love you most of all.

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me asmo #obey me belphie #obey me levi #obey me imagine #obey me angst #obey me dark #obey me vindictive! mc

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Horror Villains / Misc x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You accidentally summon Beetlejuice because he convinced you that he could help you with your Slasher problem, but he becomes an even worse problem. So, you need your Slasher to help you exterminate him, instead.

Includes: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray and Freddy Krueger

Warnings: It’s got nasty gremlin man in it (Meaning, gross language, dirty jokes and such), and also Slashers (Meaning, gore, swearing, course and suggestive language). Groping (Himself)

Notes:

Okay, those of you who were with me at MainstreamBaddies; You remember that post I wrote about some rando killer trying to get the reader, so reader goes to the Slasher that’s also trying to kill them for help?

Well this is basically that but with (Movie) Beetlejuice as the rando.

THERE WAS MEANT TO BE MORE CHARACTERS!! But its late and I wanna slep ^^ Hopefully I’ll do Ghostface and Jason tomorrow!

~~~

THE START / ‘Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice’

“So… “Worrying my bottom lip, I look from the wall where I can think properly to the small, ‘fun size’ version of ‘Beetlejuice’ who’s looking expectantly at me. Excited even.

Although I guess that’s a given. If I was that small and had the possibility sitting right in front of me, of growing back to full size, and full power again, I’d be jazzed too. But, still, there’s something very off about this guy, and it isn’t just the fact that he’s the size of maybe 2 thumbs snapped off at the knuckle and taped one on top of the other. He’s very enthusiastic.

In a Gollum-Swamp Monster-Chick Hicks kind of way.

“’So’, what? I don’t have all day baaaaaay – well, I do have all day. I got nowhere to be – not many fun joints for a guy to go to at this size, amiright? Yeah, but, that’s not the point! Do you wanna get rida’ your lil’ problem or not? Eh?” Beetlejuice is practically vibrating, like an alarm clock and I have the most impulsive urge to call his name three times just to stop it.

Luckily, I have impulse control.

“Of course, I do. I… “Eyeing him pointedly, I start wringing my hands. “I just don’t want to create a new problem, in its place.”

He rolls his dark, feral racoon-panda eyes, muttering something lightning quick to himself before throwing out his arms and yelling. “BABE! I promise ya, really, sweetheart. Baby-lemon pie-dumpling-doll-dollar-sugar-tea, I’m just gonna fix your problem! All I want in the world right now is t’ cum-plete our deal! Get rida’ your Slasher, and be on my way! Unless theirs somethin’ else you ask of me, eh? When I’m back to my normal size? You know, I’m big in all the right places sugar tit- “

I took a deep, necessary breath in when he started on the ‘something else’ and now have the required breath to drown out the last words. “Oooookay!! I wont need that.” I say quickly, as a statement. He licks his lips. “But, um… Are you sure you can get rid of them?” ‘Them’. The bane of my existence right now. The co-star in the horror movie of my life. That them.

“Trust me, babe-sickle. It’ll be sinch.” For a moment, he looks absolutely calm. No vibrating, no yelling, no talking really fast. And it hits its intended mark – my assurances. Okay.

“Alright.” I wring my hands one last time, then clap them and step back from the town diorama that Beetlejuice is roaming in. I cross my arms, then drop them to my sides and look around, then finally back at the impatient ghost… who’s doing squats. Good grief, how much energy is in this guy? “Beetlejuice.”

He gasps, jumps up to his feet, nearly falling over because his weight landed wrong and then rubs his hands together. “Here we go!”

“Beetlejuice.”

“Oh. You do it right, babe.”

Oh my god, here we go. Hopefully this can’t make my situation any worse- I mean, I am being targeted by a killer. What are the odds that this goofball of a ghost could ruin my life anymore? “Beetlejuice.”

“PRESTO!”

Human! Chucky / Charles Lee Ray – Chucky’s POV:

I figure this is going to be a pain, when a screech tears from the ugly old house before I even get in. Confused, and more then frustrated because this spells out nothing but problems for me for when I get in, instead of the nice peaceful kill I was intending to enjoy, I open the screen door -bitch didn’t even lock the front door, it’s like she wants me to kill her,- and rush up the stairs to where the sound came from. “Hold on, I’m not there yet!!”

What the hell is going on?!

“Look, in my professional experience, the screamin’ doesn’t start til the killer takes out a knife, sometimes even before but not before I even get into the house, lady. The audacity of you, here- “

What am I looking at here?

In front of my eyes, my fucking eyes, stands of course Y/N, my victim. And some kind of zebra - one that’s been dead and left out in the swamp for a fuck-long time. He’s got crazy eyes if I’ve ever seen them, and have you seen mine? That’s saying something. Who is this joker? In my coat, I grip the gun I keep just in case strangulation goes awry, but don’t bring it out just yet. Not until this guy reveals his cards, first.

The guy’s eyes flicker in smug amusement from my face, to my gun pocket -evidently, he realises something’s up. Can’t blame the guy, damnit, -, then whips right around, leaving his back wide open for me and my weapon, to my facepalming victim. I smirk at her. “I take it that’s the guy you want rid of, toots?”

“Uh… yeah… “She looks adorable and awkward. The guy lets go of her waist, which he was holding close to his body as she leaned away before, when I walked in and he literally, and I’ve never seen any person do this before, halted in his tracks. Stopped breathing, stopped shifting, it even seemed like the history around him stopped for that ‘caught’ moment. And I swear I heard the sound of record music abruptly being turned off come from his mouth.

And for some odd reason, I get the feeling he’s not human. Can’t conjure a reason why, though.

I should be saying this shit out loud, I’m wasted on myself.

Figuring this guy’s been hired to get rid of me, I take out my gun. “Okay, you’re gonna have to catch me up on what’s happening... Oh, no? Well, okay.”

BAM!

A bullet flies across the room and sticks into the freak’s chest, and that is the end of things going my way.

Because the force of the bullet somehow sends him slamming across the room and through a wall in the back. His body goes ‘poot’ down two stories outside and theirs a silence that doesn’t last long enough for either Y/N or I to digest what just fucking happened before the bastard’s grotty fucking hand spiders up my spine from behind. I wriggle out of his reach immediately on impact, because it’s like a real fucking spider, and whip around, waiving my gun- which is useless now, of course.

Games are over.

The guy looks over at Y/N and grins, throwing his arms out in a ‘ta da!’ way. She winces and just narrows her eyes in a glare. “What’d you think of that, sweet cheeks? I got a flare for the dramatic, you know? Ssssexy! Eh?” When she sticks her tongue out at him, for lack of any words to respond to that with I guess -I mean, I, can think of some choice words for the guy, but she’s clearly not as creatively gifted in the art of insult as I have been told I am. But, a tongue out works, - he grins the most fucking horny grin I’ve ever seen and clutches his sack. Her jaw drops.

“Where the ever-loving fuck did you pick crazy pants up from??” I ask, looking accusingly at Y/N. She chews on the inside of her cheeks and looks even more awkward then before.

“Truce?” She asks, instead of answering my question. I’m genuinely curious.

I roll my eyes. “Ughh, fine.”

“Oh well that won’t do,” The guy speaks up again, looking between us and letting his Johnson go, thank god. The boys have to breath! “Baby girl, blossom, light of my FUCKING DEATH! You wound me. riGHT IN THE HEART! Let me show you, sweetgums, why that was a bad idea.”

Her eyes widen, and I suddenly feel real unsafe. “How about you don’t- “

“Watch this!”

He turns to me, makes some overdramatic hand gestures, throwing his back out in the process and momentarily acting like he’s out of order.

Then he whips back into action and shoots me with finger guns,

And then suddenly everything around me looks 4 times bigger then before. Oh, well, its that or… I’m closer to the ground.

Because I’m a fucking doll again.

I slowly look up from the little black baby shoes and the edges of the godamn jean jumpsuit, to the infected condom in black and white grease paint. “… You son-of-a-bitch.”

He chuckles and turns to Y/N, and gives her finger guns too, but the only other thing that happens this time is he winks at her. “Now, baby! Time to get hitched!”

“What?!” She shrieks.

Freddy Krueger – Freddy’s POV:

“I’m going to die of boredom before this bitch catches winks. I’m gonna pummel her with the counting sheep she clearly needs when she gets here.” The corners of my mouth lift up from the deep scowl I was wearing before, at the idea. It has merit.

Behind me the fine folks of Pompeii run for their lives and a red and green striped Vesuvius explodes molten lava over their little town when I remember it’s been 2 days since she’s fallen asleep. Or found some fucking Hypnocil. Or killed herself. Who knows, really. I have a… deadly effect on women.

But damn, it would be a bummer if she killed herself. I was having fun with her. I had plans.

Have, have. I have plans. I won’t give up hope yet.

An hour, or who knows how long later -time is a human construct and doesn’t exist in the dream plain, - , I’m lying on the ground watching Psycho play in the sky when that familiar tingle rushes through me, telling me someone’s entered my world.

I’m just getting up and brushing myself off, taking my damn time like she left me to wait -besides, I can turn back time and make it seem like I appeared instantaneously if I want to. Time’s a construct, remember? And this is my world. I’m just doing this for me, to make me feel better, - when she comes out of fucking nowhere and nearly knocks me over. Im-ee-diate-ly I open my mouth to ask her why she’s so eager, but she beats me to the punch, causing me sadness.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

Hold on, I definitely think there’s something off here. Don’t I make the fucking demands?! “Bitch- ”

“Wake!”

“-I haven’t done anything to you yet.”

“Up!”

“Goddamn!”

What is going on here!?

“I’ll do anything you want, just please. Wake me up!” Her eyes are deadly serious, and I can’t help the greedy smile I get at her submissive idea. What could have made her this way? I laugh.

“Ohhh, I’ll think it over. Tempting offer, though~” She lets out a growl and let’s go of me in pure frustration, looks around quickly for something and then lays eyes on my glove. She picks it up, and my eyes widen in surprise at what she does next.

The blade slices through the skin in her upper arm before I can take any control of the situation, and a nauseous feeling suddenly rolls me and she whimpers from the pain of slicing herself open, as the world goes blurry around us and she wakes up- of course, still holding my glove, which is attached to me, so I go with her.

“Fucking he- “

Much quicker than you think it will be, we both turn up back in the fucking reality. She hops up immediately and flies across the room to a first aid box.

I’m just assuming, I mean. Because I don’t make any move to leave the bed at all and just close my eyes and groan, and resist the urge to cry.

I hate this placceeeeeeeeee.

“BABES, YOU’RE BACK!”

Now I resist the urge to scream and phase out of existence, because a man just appeared on the bed with me and called me his babes. Instead, I slowly turn my head to him and sinisterly narrow my eyes- and hope he doesn’t notice my distress from a second ago.

I’m starting to understand why Y/N was so intent on getting back here. If this guy, a dung beetle with… oh, god. Clearly, some kind of terrible illness if that smell indicates anything, was hanging around me while I slept, I’d be… slightly bothered too. If only for the stink!

He squints, and while he does, his hair flickers through the various colours in the rainbow, confused. “Sweetbottom, theirs something different about you. Did you get contacts?”

As a knee jerk reaction, I stab him in the gut with my blades. “Stranger danger, bitch!”

My panic dissolves into glee as I jerk the knives upwards… just to turn back into panic when he starts tearing all the way in half from my stab wound up to the top of his head with minimal effort from me. I gulp, and retreat from him to where Y/N is, taping her bandages securely around her arm. I gesture to the freak who’s padded onto the floor and is zipping himself back together in front of my eyeballs. “… the fuck is that?”

“That’s Beetlejuice, he’s a ghost=

“With the most, baby.” ‘Beetlejuice’ stands up straight and rests his hands on his hips, chest puffed out and winks at Y/N.

“-What do we do?” She asks, looking with wide eyes at me.

What does she think I am? The Fairy Godmother of the dead?? I’m no godmoth-

… I could use this. A slow grin spreads across my mouth. “First, you go over there and distract him.”

For a split second she looks like she’s actually going to go with it, then looks with furrowed, unimpressed eyebrows at me. ‘Beetlejuice’ makes grabby hands at us, and she starts to look more panicked by the second. “And what will you do??”

I yank the bedroom door open. “Run!!”

#Keatlejuice #Beetlejuice #Chucky #Charles Lee Ray #Freddy Krueger #Drabbles #Scenarios #Part 1 #Horror / Misc Drabbles || Part 1 #Beetlejuice x Reader #Keatlejuice x Reader #Chucky x Reader #Charles Lee Ray x Reader #Freddy Krueger x Reader

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enasallavellan · 3 years

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TW: (more in tags and when we get to them)

Mental hospital

Hiya,

I'm finally at the official treatment center that I've been waiting for. They actually lifted the cell phone van since Covid became such a big deal, but I am trying to limit it.

Being here is the hardest thing I've ever done, and it's only the beginning of day 3.

I haven't slept more than a few hours each night so I've been told I'll have to take something if I didn't sleep tonight - so yay?

Therapy is rediculously hard. My therapist is some sort of wizard, I swear. She's managed to wrench so much information out of me that I normally don't give without making it feel like it's been wrenched.

More TW below.

TW:

dead parent

death

suicidal thoughts

But guess what? This is the first godamn therapist who hasn't keyed in in my dead mom and been like lAcY tHiS iS tHe SoUrCe Of YoUr TrAuMa LeTs TaLk AbOuT iT.

And I'm like, "Well I was a literal infant so I don't remember her and I never really wanted after the idea of having a mom" and instead of pushing and trying to make itball about having a dead mom I can't remember, she was like, "I understand, do you want to talk about your dad."

"Fuck yeah, he's the best - he punched a goose once!"

So that was nice.

But I'm so godamn tired and so exhausted. I miss my husband and my sweet pupper (Sir Chancelot Prancelot), and I miss having my own life. It can get boring during the free time between dinner and going to sleep, especially since I don't have outside privileges so I cant go outside without a accompanying nurse.

Because of the suicide plan I had in place, I'm on a Q30 (I do not know what the Q stands for) meaning that a particular nurse has to document that she has seen and checked in with me. This sounds great until night, where she doesn't check in, just comes into the room with a flashlight to make sure I'm breathing and haven't managed to sneak or get ahold of something to hurt myself with.

So, that sucks.

But I have a good group, and all of the therapists and teachers and nurses and doctors are really nice. When I came back to group after my first therapy session I was an absolute wreck. Immediately, the fun activity they did was thrown out the door and it became support Lacy time. It was surprising, to say the least. I always feel like I'm not a particularly likeable person, so the idea that all these people, have known me for a grand total of 2 full days (no need o count today at 7AM - I got time to change their minds) and they're already there. I had missed the activity where everyone was going around the room with papers, writing positive aspects about people.

Guys, I wasn't even in the to when they did this, they did not have to include me whatsoever. I wouldn't have known.

Here's what was written in my paper.

Strong, brave, patient, smart, open, friendly, helpful, suing, sociable, compassionate, sweet, respectful, good rtson, funny, big heart.

Like, complete and totally gobsmacked-ness.

Not to mention, my fellow patients kepp checking in. I have cried so much and it doesn't take long for someone to sniff me out and either talk to me or just sit with me and do their own things because one of my goals I (shouldn't have) shared in group that I was going to try not to self-isolate or hide, so they are more than happy to make sure to meet my goals. After lunch and dinner it was agreed I could have some hiding time, so I'm glad nobody is going... crazy (finger guns) about it.

All in all, I'm exhausted, still scared, still homesick and weirdly lonely, kind of feel trapped -

But

I have a good group and a supportive staff

I think I might make it, guys

Only three weeks and five days to go.

Any asks will be appreciates - I'm gonna try to get the ones I already have up with one or two a day, so I'll be able to finally post the stuff I've already written.

Love y'all,

-Lacy

#tw mental hospital #tw suicide #tw suicide thoughts #tw dead parent #tw death #lacy explains it all #not dragon age

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shadow--writer · 3 years

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I Heard That you Fell in Love or Near Enough

hm yes TITLE :D (mmmm slowed my beloved). Look a way longer chapter because we’re setting up some fun foreshadowing and I just went nuts with internal dialogue. So much fun with this lmao. It’s v chaotic

Maeve x Lucas. From bad to worse. 4.5k (we arent gonna TALK ABOUT IT)

TW (more squicky than anything): mention of blood, robbery, LOTS of language

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To say today was a terrible day was the understatement of the century.

First she didn’t get any sleep due to some noise going on close by. Of course it had to be loud on the first day she was actually willing to sleep in mm say...two three days? So she was even more irritated in the morning.

Then of course after eating she went downstairs and screamed so loud she broke her soundproofing charms.

Fan-bloody-fucking-tastic.

She kicked at the broken pieces of what used to be one of her tables. Looked like someone took a running jump and broke it.

And to top it all off she had been robbed.

She let out a frustrated yell, muffling it by biting down on her knuckles.

“Gods and stars fuck,” she snarled, stomping her foot once as she tried to think things over. There was paint.

There was paint everywhere.

And don’t even get her started on the blood.

Bloodied handprints! All over her front door! Smeared along with the paint.

“And what the fuck is with this W?!” She spun to look at her back wall, palms open. Blue paint. Like her tattoos. She rubbed her arms as she moved closer to look at it.

Crescent spots. A W. What was this? A threat?

They left a calling card of course it was a threat. But why against her? Did she do something? Not that she remembered.

Was it to get to someone?

But who? She had cut off everyone who tried to get close besides the kids. And she doubted someone would go to...these extremes to get back at a child.

Maybe she did something.

But even if she did, what did these even mean? Wouldn’t it be more effective to threaten someone who recognized the markings?

Ugh it was giving her a headache.

She moved to her trashed backroom, grabbing a cleaning bucket and a rag. Taking the green handkerchief from it’s hook and rolling up her sleeves she knew it was going to be a doozy of a day.

And of course, with her luck, her lucky stars, it got worse.

She collapsed against her counter, now covered in blood and so much fucking blue paint. They had painted those damn animal print spots all over her fucking clinic.

AND they had stolen the medicines she kept locked up! Including the herbs she made them from!

Oooh if she ever got her hands on the thieves she was going to make them regret laying eyes on her clinic. String them up she would. Might even skin them like a fish if she was in the mood.

Oh great she’d have to go to the market as well. Sure she was now out of food. She had been meaning to go.

But fucking hell did she not want to.

She adjusted the green handkerchief (it...stopped smelling like him), cleaned her paint stained hands down the front of her skirt and steeled her nerves.

Oh she hated going to the market for many many many reasons.

Reasons she was not going to go into.

Grabbing her basket and muttering to herself angrily, she slammed the door to her clinic shut, locked it and then stared.

“...they’re going to come back. Dipshits won’t stop. Not after one night,” she huffed, resting her palms on the door.

Locking charms. Right.

Aislin taught her this one.

Breathing in and holding the air, she willed her magic to life. A gentle warmth settled across her skin, small locks appearing at her fingertips. This didn’t take energy from her, she pulled from the air around her. Aislin’s magic was more wind and air stuff so this was easier for her younger sister anyways. Much stronger than Maeve’s locks.

Speaking of, thank goddess her charms held. She didn’t know what would’ve happened if whoever stopped by had managed to get into her house.

Stepping away to admire the fading glow on her door, she nodded, satisfied. There. Those would have to do. She might need to update her soundproofing charms though.

Who knew the neighbors didn’t like it when patients screamed? The things you could get away with back home.

Stepping away from her clinic she made her way down the street.

Maybe if she tried a disguise spell so she wouldn’t be bothered…

No, that wouldn’t work. She was shit at disguise spells. No one in her family was good at them. Last time her Seanmháthair tried she grew a fake beard and it didn’t go away for a week.

...fine she would just suffer then.

It’s not like once she got there anything could possibly get worse. No sir. Only being fucking robbed and then having to deal with the market.

All she had to deal with for today.

Letting out a sigh she walked into the market. It didn’t take her long to start gathering medication and plants. Of course they were backwater stalls.

But it’s always been like that.

Feeling a bit lighter she started to hum as she went through her mental checklist. Still didn’t have aloe, the asshats stole her entire fucking plant.

...she also didn’t have anything to make lunch.

Great.

She opened her eyes, turning around to go look for something to eat, letting out another small sigh.

And there was Lucas.

She choked on her sigh.

Why oh why did he have to be there today of all days. She couldn’t even go back home! She needed something to eat (thinking about it now she hadn’t eaten in quite a bit) but noooo.

So why did all those stars and spirits above decide today would be a good day for him to come to the market as well?

Sometimes she wondered if some deity had it out for her.

She turned to quietly sneak away.

“Thumb- Maeve?”

...oh fucking fuck.

She forced a smile, slowly turning back around. Mmmm so this was how today was going to go. Fucking fantastic. “Giiiiant.”

...too informal, too informal. Abort mission.

He flinched a little at the nickname. Ah yes, this is definitely how she wanted her afternoon to go. This was perfect. So wonderful.

She was going to fight whatever star had been assigned to watch over her and her fate.

“What are you doing here?”

Wow it wasn’t obvious? “...shopping. What else would I be here for?”

“Shopping for what?”

Oh she did not like his tone. Her eyes narrowed. Her basket swung off her wrist as she placed her hand on her hip. Sure maybe snapping at a seven foot tall man who was still fairly hurt and mad at her (for good reason) was not the smartest thing she could’ve done but…

She was in a terrible mood and ready to just go home and call it a day. Of course after she actually got what she needed for dinner. And actually eat something.

“Do I have to tell you anything?” she huffed. “I am here to get something to eat for dinner and herbs to make more medication? There? Is the marketplace police happy?”

His eyes widened. “O-Oh! Didn’t mean to come across…” The softness and the...actual innocence of the apology sent her reeling. Then, as her luck would fucking have it, he seemed to remember he was still mad at her. “...sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, moving to look past him. Fine. This was fine. She just needed to get something for her to eat. Maybe something for Tehi. The old bat would kill her if she went hungry.

Maybe she herself could deal without dinner.

Her mood soured even more when she spotted mortal enemy of Maeve #1.

The fruit stand guy. Malory. (it was a very unfortunate name)

Malory’s eyes narrowed when he spotted her. “Well well well, if it isn’t the little thief.”

She shifted away from Lucas, glad she now had someone to direct her building frustrations to.

“I am no thief, you just want me gone!” she sneered, glaring at him. “You accuse me of taking things and then try and get me arrested! Every time I come here! Without fucking fail! Aren’t you tired of it?!”

“I will never be tired of it until I see the likes of you behind bars!”

“Unfuckingbelievable!” She threw her hands into the air. “I am not a thief! It was an accident. Tehi was hungry and I paid for it!”

“Your little bat has it out for me! And her owner is no prize either.”

She gasped in offense. “You fucking dickjerk ASSHOLE!” Her footsteps were loud to her ears against the rush of blood. Oh he got on her very last nerve. EVERY TIME! She jutted a finger at him as she growled. “I. Did. Not. Steal. Your. Shitty. Merchandise!” Well that was a half lie. His produce was quite good.

It’s why Tehi stole from him so much.

All too bad the guy selling was a balding old man who had it out for her. A vendetta!

“Malory you are a slimy weasel who has no idea what he’s fucking talking about! Tehi was hungry. I caught her and I paid for the few grapes she had stolen. What else do you want?!”

“For you to go to jail!”

She was on the verge of fighting him.

This close.

“For the last time,” she snarled, stomping closer as she felt her skin heat up with her rage. She slammed her hands on the counter of his stall, opening her mouth to snap back. The others around went quiet with the show they were getting. She. Was. Going. To. Kill-

The ground under her feet was all of a sudden not under her feet.

And she was thrown over someone’s shoulder. Like a sack of flour.

“Put me down! I demand it! Right this instant!” she yelled, smacking the back of the person who had picked her up.

Gray shirt.

Oh fucking hell. Today was just not her fucking godamned day. Maybe if she became a hermit things would go her way in the luck department.

“Lucas set me down!”

“Maeve as angry I am with you I don’t want to watch you murder someone and then get sent to jail.”

“Well he would fucking deserve it!”

“Murder is still murder no matter how much he deserves it.”

She sulked, propping her face up with her hand, elbow resting on his back. “I thought you hated me.”

“It’s broad daylight. Very least do it at night.”

“Killjoy.”

She and Malory glared at one another. “Fuck off,” she sniffed, lifting her hand in a very vulgar gesture.

“Maeve!”

“Guards! Guards! These two stole from me!”

“FUCK YOU TOO, MALORY!”

“Maeve!”

She kicked her legs. Didn’t Lucas like, hate her? This was the first time they saw one another in weeks and it was a total fucking accident.

“Put me down!”

“...you’re going to give the guards a reason to arrest you if I do.”

“Yeah? He would FUCKING DESERVE IT!” She yelled the last part at the fruit vendor, still flipping him off. “Droch áird chúgat lá gaoithe! Go mbrise an diabhal do dhá chois! Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire do chnámh do dhroma!”

“Maeve what the hell are you saying?”

“Droch chrích ort! Droch chrích ort!” she said, waving her arms. “Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort!”

“Maeve I have no idea what you’re saying but watch your language.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” she said, sticking her tongue out. “If I want this asshat’s house to fall on him I will tell him such!”

“...you said what?”

“You heard me! Go dtuitfeadh an tigh ort! Fucking bastard.” She sneered at Malory, who was still calling for the guards. Who were coming around.

Quickly.

Ah fuck.

And goody for Lucas, he was now an accomplice.

Meaning she wouldn’t be able to get rid of him.

Though judging by how people gave him a wide berth it wouldn’t be the absolute worst thing. Maybe she’d actually be left alone. (but why did people look so skittish? And then there was the anger? What the fuck did he fucking do?!)

“...shall I escape with you or do you want me to leave you behind?” He was still hurt. She could hear it.

But this was a short truce.

She sulked, falling limp. “Fine. Carry me away. Just to a hiding spot. You can hide in one of the alcoves down the street if you hurry.”

“...thank you for the tip.” His voice was just dripping with sarcasm.

“Well I’m sorry if I do this every other week and know what I’m doing!”

“You’re also tiny! You think I can fit in an alcove?”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! Just set me down and let me get arrested! Save yourself.”

“You know I’m not gonna do that.”

“Oh you hate me anyways,” she groused, her filter was coming completely off as he moved quickly through the market. Guards shouted after them as he dodged the crowd. “Why not just abandon me?”

“Stop being dramatic, I'm not abandoning you.”

“Hmph you didn’t even touch the hate me part.”

“Just because I’m saving your ass doesn’t mean I’m not mad.”

“Ah! So you do hate me!”

“I never said that.” He didn’t elaborate, only tapped his fingers lightly on her thighs.

She squirmed. “Hey buster watch the hands.”

“Nervous tic.”

Even with his defense he didn’t stop. Little bastard.

She kicked her legs a little as he ducked into an alleyway. It wasn’t what she recommended but oh well.

“Hey stop that, you’ll get us caught,” he huffed as she tried smacking his nose with her heel. He shifted out of the way.

“Put me down.”

“If you promise to be quiet I’ll put you down.”

“...fine.” She didn’t promise.

He set her down, she huffed and dusted off the front of her skirt.

“Malory is a fucking dick,” she muttered.

“I thought you promised you’d be quiet.”

She stuck her tongue out at him again, getting more irritated by the second. “I never promised that. Only said ‘fine’.”

His eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. “Don’t be a child.”

“I’ll have you know,” she snarled, pointing a finger at him. He almost went cross eyed staring at it. “I have had the shittiest fucking day today and seeing you has done nothing to improve my mood or overall day so thanks a fucking lot.”

“...you’re really going to blame me now?”

“Well I do not appreciate being picked up and thrown over your shoulder when I had the situation under control.”

“You were going to kill him.”

“I was and as I’ve said many many times; he would’ve deserved it.”

Lucas seemed to weigh what he would say next. She huffed, staring up at him with her fists at her sides. Damn him and his height. She was going to strangle the person that decided making him this fucking tall was a good fucking idea it made fucking arguing with him or even just ranting a pain in her neck. Literally.

“Ugh!” she yelled, standing on her tiptoes to be at least a little taller.

God fucking damnit she was just BARELY up to his shoulders now. He looked almost amused as she puffed up her chest a little.

“You listen here buster,” she snarled, shifting so they were chest to chest. “I have had it up to here with the BULLSHIT I just had to put up with today!”

His face was red.

Why the fuck was his face red?!

Excuse you sir, she was in the middle of a RANT here.

And he was still fucking mad at her for the shit she pulled. Yeah sure it was to protect him. Yeah sure she should not be as close as she was to him at that moment. She should also not be ranting. She should also not have been robbed didn’t she lock her doors?!

Also why the fuck was he still adorable when blushing?! Unfair! She was calling bullshit! She was supposed to be distancing herself and her feelings to not feel attracted to him. But nooooo the gods and stars above just had to bless him with being so fucking adorble she wanted to kiss him. Oh stars and spirits she was not going off on a fucking mental tangent about wanting to kiss him. That was not going to happen.

Even though she was close enough to.

Gods why did everything have to be so fucking complicated?!

That’s it she was going to fight someone.

“Hey! Are you listening?” she asked, they were now chest to chest. She was off kilter with being on her tiptoes, back arching to get a good look at him. God fucking- height.

She growled, settling back down onto her heels. He pursed his lips to keep from laughing and that was it and that was the last straw.

She pulled him down by his ear, hissing through her teeth. “You listen to me here Lucas whatever-the-fuck your last name is.”

“K-Karimov.” He stumbled a little with the weird angle which she was holding him in. But somehow, the filter was off and so was her ability to care.

“Thank you. You listen to me here, Lucas Karimov. I do not want to be stuck in this alleyway with you anymore than you want to be stuck with me. Today has had it OUT for me the whole fucking day!”

He seemed to hear something but she was too caught up in herself fuming to notice. “Maeve-”

“And don’t get me fucking started on what happened to me this fine morning-”

“Maeve!” He shifted out of her grasp.

“-with my clinic and the mess I had to- MMPH!” He slapped his hand over her mouth, shoving her roughly against the alley wall, caging her in between his legs and resting his elbow beside her cheek.

“Shut up,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder.

She watched the guards run by their hiding spot, yelling about hearing something.

His face was so close to hers, his breath tickling her ear as he murmured to her. “You’ll get us caught.”

She glared at him over his palm. He wasn’t looking at her. Her brows furrowed as she squirmed, but he held firm. He didn’t let go of her even as the guards disappeared.

So she took matters into her own hands.

Or well, between her teeth.

So she bit down on his hand. Hard.

He pulled away with a yelp. She scrubbed at her mouth with the back of her hand as he nursed his wound.

“You...you bit me!”

She placed her hands on her hips. “You needed to let me go!”

“You bit me!”

“Indeed I did!”

“What put you in such a sour mood?” he muttered, rubbing the bite gently.

“Hm? Bad mood? Me?” Her eye twitched a little. She was so done. She was actually ready to sleep for a million years.

Fuck the nightmares he was starting to star in she was done.

“Yeah! Me getting fucking robbed was great to put me in the best of fucking moods!” she snapped, pacing around the small space of the alley while she waited for the clear.

She shocked him into a stunned silence. “You were...what?”

Her head whipped around and her eyes were deathly narrowed. Absolutely done.

“Heavens and stars are ya deaf?” Oh no her accent was coming out. Fan-fucking-tastic her accent was coming out. “I was fuckin robbed! So I was not put in the bestest of moods today so you get to see me when I’m irritated. I know! I’m so fucking fun aren’t I?”

Who would’ve guessed having her clinic trashed and her things stolen then having to deal with both LUCAS and MALORY would put her in such a sour mood that she didn’t even care if half of her words were clouded by her accent?! Oh and being handled like a sack of potatoes REALLY added to it! Then being pinned…

Hmm okay being pinned against the wall by Lucas wasn’t the worst thing to happen to her that fine day.

Even so she felt the tiniest spark of pride at biting him.

Was she guilty over that? Surprisingly no.

Check back later.

“Who...who robbed you?”

“Shit if I know! I’m sure that weird thing I found was a fuckin callin card though. Why do you care?”

“Calling card?”

“It was a pain in the fuckin ass to clean too! I don’t know where the hell they got all that blue paint to paint my entire back wall but they fucking did it! And then leaving the weird stains on my door. Blue and I don’t know probably blood. All and all it was fucking disgusting.”

“...blue paint? What did they paint?”

She rubbed her temples. She did not have to share this with him. She did not have to share this with him. “Some weird crescent spots and a letter. Took forever to clean.”

Annnd she shared it with him.

“Spots? Letter?”

She cracked one eye open. “Yeah. I think they were either leopard or cheetah spots. Letter was a fucking W. And then they tried to break into my house and left bloody handprints! I had quite the scare this morning.”

All the colour drained from his face.

“Blue...cheetah marks?”

“Did you just...ignore everything I just said? Yes! And blood! Like everywhere! They tried to break into my house and I don’t know why I am sharing this with you I should not be sharing this with you and I am going to regret this later but oh well I have no filter and I’m rambling.”

There was a slight anger swirling in his eyes. Barely contained.

Even with how pissed she was it spooked her.

What did he have to be angry about?

“Were you hurt?”

“Does it look like I’ve been hurt?” He crossed his arms. She threw her hands into the air. “No! I have locking charms on my door. I didn’t hear them because of the sound proofing charms I have on my clinic and above that in my flat.”

Why the fuck did she just mention that?!

And she kept fucking going.

This was it.

If he didn’t hate her before because she rejected his kiss (like a fucking MORON. She did have a good reason for it (at least to herself. She was such a liar) but why oh why did she have to break things off with him. Granted if she kissed him that would’ve made things so much worse even though she really wanted to kiss him holy fuck she wanted to kiss him why was this hitting her now of all times when he was so close why was he so close and why did he look so scared and so pissed?!) he would definitely hate her now.

Nice fucking going O’Connor. You did it. Messed up one of the only good relationships you’ve had in a while not just once but twice.

Give the girl a medal.

“Do you need help cleaning it up?”

“My tables are broken and I need to fix them and set them up again but I cleaned up this morning. All my medications and herbs were stolen. My tools. Stolen. My clinic? Fucking wrecked. Fruit stand guy? Tried to get me arrested again. You? Pick me up like I weigh nothing. So yeah. Having a great fucking day today.”

“...you are scary when irritated.”

“Oh and you barely scratched the fucking surface. I. Am. Going. To. Kill. SOMEONE!”

“Calm down Maeve the guards could hear-”

“I am not going to fucking calm down. I have bottled up everything for too fucking long. The only time I could sleep in peace was fucking ruined by my neighbors being obnoxious. And they bitch about me. So no a ghrá mo chroí, I am not calming down! You haven’t talked to me in weeks and now that you do you tell me how to feel and no. I am so done! I am done with you, I am done with Malory and I am done with the shitty fucking gods who decided creating me and giving me my fucking luck was a good fucking idea!”

Hold on.

Did she just say that nickname out loud?

The hurt on his face let her know that she did, indeed, say that out loud.

And he was taking it in the entirely wrong direction.

“...sorry.” His tone was deathly soft.

Ah great.

Third times a fucking charm.

“I...didn’t mean for it to come off that way. But you don’t need to curse me in another language.” Great, she hurt him again. As per fucking usual.

Maybe he was right by calling her a trainwreck. Useless without him.

Her voice cracked a little, hoarse from yelling. “Lucas-”

“The guards are gone now. I’ll...see you.” He was angry with her.

Gods...fuck.

“That's not what I-”

His expression was a mixture of hurt and anger. “I get it. You don’t like seeing me anymore. I was too...too much. Too much too soon. I understand. I overstepped again and I’m sorry.”

She brought her hands back to her chest as he moved out of the alley. “...if you go to your right and then down the first alley you should avoid the guards,” he whispered. “Get home safe.”

“Lucas I didn’t-” But he was gone.

Her hands shook with both the raw snapping hurt of his words and just even more anger.

“I didn’t insult you,” she snarled to the open air. “I said some dumb fucking shit by accident...a ghrá mo chroí.” It felt...right to say.

Because it was true.

He was her heart’s beloved.

Even if he was a fucking dumbass. Shit, she was a fucking dumbass.

Maybe she didn’t deserve love. If this was how it was going to treat her, maybe it was better if she just was...alone!

Once again Maeve was off by herself.

Hurting people she really liked because she couldn’t keep her dumb mouth shut.

She muttered to herself as she picked her basket of new (if she found the perpetrators she was going to whoop their asses) medications and plants to make medications.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She followed Lucas’ instructions after she ran into the guards on her normal way home.

Damn you Malory you asshole.

With a sigh she arrived at her doorstep. His way added ten extra minutes to her walk. How fun.

She peaked inside the clinic to see if anything else was destroyed but it was...cleaner than when she left it.

Her tables that had been turned over were set up again. There was paint and blood all over the tops of the tables but...they were up again.

She ran her hands along the grooves, looking around.

She stopped when she saw a small cloth bundle sitting on her counter. The string was a ribbon, and it was tied into a messy bow.

Her earlier bashes slowly dissolved as she stared at it.

And that one lone butterfly fluttered to life.

#the arcana #the arcana game #maeve #lucas #maevas #my writing #maeve x lucas #I ordered 2 idiots in love #and delivered

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misstrashchan · 4 years

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So I'm up to ch40 of Skip Beat now, so here on my thoughts on the Soda Ad arc (I don't know what else to call it but you probably know what I mean):

-Whose the weird guy? Ah, it's yet another eccentric producer I will crush on in favour of the main characters

- oOF I kind of related a lot to Kanae about feeling like you have to hide what you're passionate about from others to an absurd degree. Feeling proud about your talent and skill but simultaneously having such a... learned helplessness because of your peers and feeling like the world and system is stacked against you and resigning yourself to failure despite being confident about her skill in acting

-I admit I half expected Erika to be Kanae's sibling that she felt overshadowed by, since I got the impression Kanae was from a rich family? (I think I let the Weiss Schnee comparison get ahead of me there) idk she at least gives off the vibes of having to deal with annoying siblings growing up or smth (just the middle child in me speaking there)

- Erika is Absolutely Terrible and I Love Her (I have a soft spot for brats who are Extremely Extra okay?

-Kanae staring at Kyoko with Big Ole Puppy Eyes after she gives her a pep talk and inspires her to fight back like she's her Beacon of Hope is so godamn adorable. I love these two

- *gasp* Kyoko remembering and using Ren's advice to her to help herself and Kanae out and further their acting career? I love seeing relationships where they inspire each other to make the effort to be better. I love that.

-adhvdkmkhg the pinky swear

- REN LET YOURSELF BE SOFT DAMMIT. SOFTEN LIKE BUTTER. PLEASE CLING TO YOUR MEMORIES . I WOULD LIKE TO SEE IT

-Loved how the two of them utilised the use of "show don't tell" in the first acting segment of the audition. Just, saying so much about the scene they're meant to portray of the mixed feelings of anger and confusion with their bodies and expressions, building up the tension that is broken with a sudden slap, Kyoko about to follow with a retaliation and then hesitating, the shock, regret, consideration and forgiveness that follows between both of them AND STILL NOT A SINGLE WORD IS SPOKEN BUT EVERYTHING IS TELEGRAPHED WITHIN THEIR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS ALL IN A MATTER OF SECONDS which puts more subtle emphasis and power behind the one, single word that is spoken at the end: "Sorry" Just... The acting segments are so fuckin GOOD

- also love the cheeky little subversion of her own idea of using the drink that Kyoko pulls off after Erika copies it in the second acting segment that as a result came across as more genuine and engaging

-aAAAAHhh Kanae saying the same words of advice to Erika that Kyoko said to her that stirred her into action! Proving that they've changed one another for the better! YES

- I love how Kyoko and Erika act as parallels to one another in relationship to Kanae, both of them wanting her attention and to be acknowledged by her, one as a friend and the other as a rival. Like they both know Kanae is more talented than them, but for Kyoko that's a reason to admire and respect her and seek her friendship, while for Erika it only makes her insecure, jealous and spiteful, to an obsessive degree that she centres almost her entire childhood around trying to prove she's better than Kanae, still carrying that on even now. Which could be said to mirror Kyoko's own obsessive spite to be acknowledged by and defeat Sho that originally motivated her into acting in the first place and, while it isn't her main motive anymore, is still something that she's very much yet to move on from, and those kinds of feelings hold them back from developing as an actor, but also as a person, reiterating the reoccurring theme of the story as a whole. (Though obviously in Erika's case part of it is rooted in being a spoilt rich girl used to getting her way and always having her family name to fall back on)

"MY RELIABLE PARTNER" aaaannnd the icy heart has officially been melted, as has mine

#skip beat #trying to repost this AGAIN because it didn't show up when I posted it earlier #not sure if I'll do these for every arc in the manga but sometimes I Just Have Big Thoughts

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drangues · 3 years

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I can imagine how bad it was, trust me, I live in this hell hole. Anyways, Dazai is absolutely CEO material and Mori is,,, Fitting, for a Shady Businessman. He has that vibe, which I guess makes sense since he’s a mafia boss? But YES I love tiny characters, it’s just very cute??? And fairies are adorable too, I have a weakness for small things. Like Kunikida probably does, even if he won’t admit it. (Nyanon, 1/5)

Though he does have to admit that being Worried about a coworker making Atsushi go Squish is a bit too much stress, so he’ll have to deal with the short period of time he has to get an Excuse to pull out the tiny workplace. But moving on LUCY AND ATSUSHI ARE GREAT AND IM ETERNALLY MAD WE DONT GET MORE INTERACTIONS WITH THEM, I wanna see them dorking off togetherrr- And just bonding in general, there’s potential there! It needs using!!! But yeah, she would be. SO MAD. (Nyanon, 2/5)

That the ADA pulled that, even if it was unintentional, and Lucy is definitely the sort who is Always ready to fight, so SHES gonna wanna meet them in the Denny’s parking lot at three am, even if Atsushi says it isn’t a big deal (two be honest these two WILL go feral for each other, not in a romantic way but both of them will brush off being stabbed unless you also stab the other and it’s great, do you know what I mean). I’m torn on what comfort food they’d make though? (Nyanon, 3/5)

I mean, ochazuke. Obviously- But what’s Lucy’s favorite food? Does she have one??? Hm... Well, either way, I bet she makes cute latte art on coffee for them! They probably curl up in a pile of blankets and pillows and stuffed animals and cuddle. Listen if I have to experience the Feelings, so! Do! You!!! That aside, onto another Dazatsu Concept- Which might also be an AU, I guess: So, I’ve gone down the hole of yanderes! (Nyanon, 4/5)

And that made me think of when there was discussion of Dazai taming his own Yandere tendencies, which gave me an idea- What if a self aware, Yandere Dazai had to protect Atsushi from another Yandere character, who had no qualms with doing whatever they felt necessary to get Atsushi? I feel there would be much shenaniganry with Dazai having to play keep away, both darker and funnier. (Nyanon, 5/5)

tbh i would love to have an au where mori is dazais dad and is actually a very caring dad buT THATS JUST ME WANTING EVERYONE IN A SHOW BEING A NICE PERSON AWOWHEJKLSDs

IM ALSO MAD ATSUSHI AND LUCY DONT GET INTERACTIONS TOO LIKE PLS IM BEGGING I WANNA SEE MORE </3 theyre just THAT good and protective of each other and about lucy’s favourite food. Hm . godamn. i read about the real life author a bit and she loves nature so i think lucy would love to just. eat a whole platter of fruit if that makes sense?? i think her love language is cutting up fruit and atsushi cuts up all the fruits she wants when shes in a bad mood UGH (and yes i am well aware, i also feel the same, if i have to experience feelings so do YOUUU)

G O D YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT IDEA OF YANDERE DAZAI IT JUST. WOW <3333 ITS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER

but hmmm if he meets with another yandere that cant control themselves what would he do?? i feel like dazai would DEFINITELY at first run a background check on the person, look for where they live, their social medias, and observe the person. at first atsushi wont notice that something is off with the person until he starts getting uncomfortable (but cant say anything cus he keeps brushing it off)

and dazai is the one to tell him that the person is being creepy which atsushi then agrees a bit and dazai just thinks “two can play this game” . i feel like there would be a scene where dazai literally stalks the yandere and meets them one on one to give them a fair warning

#anon #ask #ask anon #anon ask #bsd #nyanon #nyatsushi anon #queue

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For all your OC pairings, what's an absent, small gesture the OC does that makes the VTMB character's heart just fill with fondness and love? Alternatively, what was the moment that the VTMB character(s) realized they loved your OC? I'm daydreaming again, haha. Thanks and have a great day! :D

@badass-at-cuddling ohhhh my gosh!!! yes, thank you for this ask, I love talking about my OC/VTMB characters pairings! :D

Barbara/Nines

Nines’ heart almost seems to come alive again whenever Barbara gazes lovingly in his eyes as she strokes his cheek. It never fails to fill him with fondness and love for her. Sadly looking back he now views those little moments with horror...

NInes realised that he fell in love with Barbara when she came back to the Last Round after killing Bishop Vick all bloodied and injured, and he was so worried that she was going to fall in torpor, that he personally took care of her. Nines was so inspired and taken by her supposed willingness to fight for the vulnerable people who were dying because of the plague bears, that he had no chance but to fall in love.

Taika/LaCroix

Taika having LaCroix rest his head against her while she pours him a glass of blood, reminds him of how much he loves her. Truly she always manages to make him feel safe.

When she said his last name correctly And Taika making him feel safe is what made LaCroix realised that he loved her and wanted her always by his side and that moment came when she killed some Anarch rebel wannabe that thought he could take on the Prince of LA all by himself. While LaCroix wasn’t in any real danger, the fact that Taika destroyed this idiot with her blood magic without a second thought had touched him in so many ways, all his wall crumbled all at once as the Anarch blew up in bloody chunks! XD

Tuba/Ming Xiao

Ming Xiao feels an incredible amount of warm fondness and love towards Tuba whenever she brings her delicious sweet treats or a book that she had her eye, especially if it’s a super rare book where there are only less than a hundred copies that have survived. Of course, Tuba got Ming Xiao a copy of the Book of Nod!

Ming Xiao first admitted that she loved Tuba was that she really truly and full-heartedly believed in her and her vision for Los Angeles and would fight all their enemies to her final death and that she would do the exact same for Tuba. That for the first time in centuries she would willingly face Yomi and back for another again! Godamn it, I’m crying now!

Ayo/Damsel

Damsel won’t admit it but she feels all gooey whenever Ayo comes up from behind to hug her and hum gently the latest pop tune in her ear, it takes her to a place where it’s just the two of them.

Damsel first realised that she loved Ayo was the moment that she told Damsel that she didn’t have to shape her whole life around NInes and his cause. It stuck in her more than it had when Nines had told her pretty much the same thing, maybe cause she had brushed it off as him being all noble. (He’s a good boy in this verse, like in all my OC verses except maybe in Taika’s but that’s cause I love the irony of Damsel leaving one cult to unintentionally join another one!) And yet Ayo saying the same thing made her realise that it was because she cared about her and her wellbeing and saw there was more to her than all the passionate anger she often showed to everyone. Oh no, I’m crying again!

Gloria/Nines

Nines always feels so loved whenever Gloria bathes him, her fingers massaging his scalp makes him feel so special and takes him away from all the pressure of being the leader of the Downtown Anarchs. He won’t admit it but he loves it when she takes care of him like this, the feeling his fondness and love towards are heightened even more so after they have a BDSM session together. ;)

Nines realised that he loved Gloria when she told him that he is beautiful and people think he is so brave for submitting to her during their third BDSM sex session together that included an imagined crowd where he was imagining that the crowd were disgusted that he was submitting to a Ventrue’s dominance. (yay for having to deal with self-hatred, guilt for enjoying being submissive to a Ventrue cause BRUJAH are not allowed to ever want to be SUBS especially not for VENTRUES bullshit and his abandon issues all the time for Nines sucks!) The fact she showed so much care about his self-worth and his mental well being, made him realise that this was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his unlife with. :3

Gloria/Velvet Velour

Velvet loves it when Gloria pulls her into her arms and kisses her on her neck or on the top of her shoulder. It’s just such a simple gesture but it never fails to send VV’s heart aflutter.

Velvet realised she was in love with Gloria when the Ventrue was so positive and encouraging about her poems, she never really had that before from anyone aside from Isaac and she had feared that he only liked them cause she was his adoptive childe but to hear from someone who appreciated her for more than the vixen persona she had presented herself to Kindred society had meant so much.

Gloria/LaCroix

This is basically the AU verse where LaCroix decides that being Gloria’s 24/7 sub is a better life choice for him than opening the sarcophagus! (okay it’s not quite that simple but you know, I gotta work on that AU first) XD

Whenever Gloria tells LaCroix that he is a good boy or he makes the Ventrue clan proud wherever they are doing their BDSM sessions or just life in general always fills LaCroix with so much fondness and love for her. (Gloria and Jan are the only Ventrue in the world who understand that all Ventrue have a praise kink, yo)

LaCroix realised that he was in love with Gloria was the realisation that she had been willing to risk so much for him to have him by her side. It touched him in so many ways that he felt unworthy of her and wants to improve himself so he could be half as worthy of her as she thinks he is.

Phew, that was a long one! XD Thanks again to @badass-at-cuddling for the ask, I got some feels at points, I just love these fools so much! :3

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kaibacxrps · 4 years

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It was just a matter of time

Discord thread with @kaibacorpbros

CW: scandal.shipping (hinted at)

Hot. It was certainly hot. But all systems were holding steady. It was quite painful entering this dimension, but he and Mokuba had prepared for that in their work.

Kaiba trudged through the sands, the city, and finally through the palace gates. All with one goal in mind. No one stopped him.

Finally, his boots clicked on the polished floor. He saw the dead king there and said nothing as Atem rose from his throne. Their gaze held for a moment, but Seto didn't activate the duel disk on his arm.

Instead, his gaze shifts to the side until it finds almost a mirror of his face and he starts moving towards then.

"You think you could just leave, huh? You think we would just move on and forget about you? That it was all for the best?"

His voice cracks without his intention. He doesn't know what he'll do once he reaches Set. He's caught between wanting to punch him and hug him.

Kaiba's arrival was something that Atem was already expecting, thanks to his most recent talks with Yugi. He knew it was just a matter of time for him to reach their realm, and he knew the man was looking for him. After all, they never had a chance to properly say their goodbyes- not in their way at least. Or so he thought all along.

His serene- calm expression quickly shifted into one of shock and surprise, when his rival seemingly ignored his presence and instead went straight for his lover one of his priests.

Unlike everyone else, deep down Set knew very well why Kaiba went through all of the trouble to get here. His words, and the fact he completely diregarded Atem's presence didn't shock the priest in the slightest.

His colleagues quickly stepped aside from him, and revealed the man to their visitor. Murmurs spread around the court like wildfire, people stood there and watched the whole scene in awe, no one knew what to do in that situation.

"Kaiba." Atem called as he, just like everyone else, didn't quite comprehend why a man would ignore their king and instead look for the wielder of the millennium rod. The pharaoh's gaze followed the mortal from his throne, while Set remained still and in silence.

The priest's gaze showed how he was expecting for him. He wasn't afraid, and it almost seemed like he was beckoning for Seto to come closer.

"It's me you're looking for, Kaiba." Atem tried to call him once more. Many questions formed in the back of his mind... And they quickly vanished, once he remembered that much like Yugi, Seto was a vessel as well.

At Atem's insistent voice Kaiba snapped his head to the pharaoh. "I will get to you in a minute."

Of course there was unfinished things between him and Atem. But that wasn't what drove him to break down the barrier to this higer dimension. His attention went right back to the priest, only stopping short a few when he was within arm's reach.

If it weren't for his glare, Kaiba's stillness could be mistaken for calmness. He'd thought over what he wanted to say when he finally got here so many times, but an answer always eluded him, and it still did.

"You left."

You left us. You left me. Did his voice sound with sadness, or was it contained rage? Even Mokuba would be unable to tell.

Seto extends a hand to touch the priest on the shoulder, as if to check if he was really there. Solid. Warmth. He had indeed made it to his desired destination. Now he had no idea what to do.

"How could you do that?" To us, to me.

The audacity - of course, Kaiba.

Atem reminded himself about that fact as he fell silent, while watchingover the scene the whole time. The pharaoh was at a complete loss, he didn’t know how to read or even compreheneded what he was looking at in that moment.

He feared the worst could happen. Seto Kaiba was always a mystery to him, he never understood him or his actions. The pharaoh was ready to intervene at any second, however Set didn’t seem nor look bothered by it.

Was that pain and guilt in his lover’s eyes?

Set remained in silence the entire time Kaiba spoke, and didn’t even flinch when they came in contact. His eyes remained fixated onto the other’s, those words were so painful to hears coming from him.

He can feel how deeply hurt, Seto really is. He should be, he never expected his departure would be something easy to deal with... For both of them.

“Seto...” You know that was bound to happen.

Set called his name in a low tone, he was unable to finish that sentence as he remained immobile and tried to transmit some form of comfort for the person he lived with for years.

Words won’t do anything for them, Set knows that very well. The next course of actions, surprises everyone that watched over them. He tucked aside the millenium rod, it wouldn’t be necessary. Then, without any warnings, he pulled Kaiba into a tight embrace- hug.

He knows Seto would never hurt him, or react to it negatively.

“... I’m here, I’m sorry.”

He prepared himself for arguing. For Set to explain that it was destiny and that he was foolish to come here. Of course, that had always been how it was between the two, arguing and disorder.

But he got nothing if the sort. Instead, an all too familiar, dare he say comforting, form pulling him tight.

The tightness in his throat hurt now, and it was even difficult to stand. With hesitant hands he returned the gesture, as if not quite sure how to preform the action.

He'd made it. He really made it here.

Seto's eyes close as he buries his head into Set's shoulder, uneven shudders of his breath shaking his frame.

A physical reaction like this hasn't happened to him for a long, long time.

Seto held onto the priest tight. He never wanted him to leave again. That annoying attitude and faith, arguing over his body and just about every aspect of life. He hated it. He'd hated it for years.

But the he still remembers every one of his scars, exactly where they were located and why he received them. He can envision the ones Set's arms are now over. And he remembers grace. He remembers faults in his memories that he gladly brushed off. And of course now he knows the reason.

In both love and hate, Set had been a part of him.

No words, for there are none as his form continues to shudder. Not that he would know anything to say to that apology.

But eventually, when the strain in his throat had subsided a bit,

"Mokuba wanted to be here too. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. He misses you." he rasps.

Kaiba's entire weight had been essentially put on him, when he leaned on him his hat fell off his head and landed on the floor. Set didn't care about it, not one bit. Seto wasn't heavy at all to him. His hold onto the other, tightened up as one hand dared to reach out for the back of his head in order to gently comb his brown hair.

The entire court fell silent, as everyone present there witnessed the whole scene unsure what to make of it. Especially Atem, whose disbelief shined the most in there.

Was this the Seto Kaiba? The same man he knew from the mortal realm?

Even the priests shared their pharaoh's disbelief, although it all fell upon Set. This went against his reputation, and the image he built for himself over the years. He was an executioner, a powerhouse in the court and the one who succeeded Atem for his throne in the mortal realm.

"I believe, I bet he did..." Set responded faintly, as he kept holding Kaiba's body. Much like him, he too couldn't contain the sulks and sobs in this reunion. "You two work so well together... I... I miss you two so much as well..." He added while the first few tears formed on his face, those would soon come to smudge his kohl.

Set didn't make any motions that he would let go of Seto, anytime soon (at least not until the other breaks away from them). Despite that, he shot a glance over at Atem.

This was the power of his unity, with Kaiba. It was entirely different, from what the pharaoh had with Yugi. Finally, Atem IS starting to grasp at the idea of their dynamic and relationship.

The priest simply adjusted his position, so he could press his forehead against the side of Seto's face.

Seto took a moment. In a well-practiced exercise he cleared his mind, a few numbers running through his mind as the pain his throat gradually subsided, his breathing evened out, and the tears behind his eyes managed to not fall.

He didn't care that people were staring. But he also had so much he needed to tell the spirit. And after basking in something akin to warmth, he pulled away enough so he could look at Set eye-to-eye.

"I--" his voice is still gravely, he clears it, and tries again. "I shouldn't have just let you leave like that. I thought--"

Thought it would have been a relief.

"We had to get to you again. Mokuba tried, once, a few months ago. Mostly by accident. I don't know if you could even know, but he swears it wasn't a hallucination, that he saw you before I shut down the whole system to save him."

Kaiba shouldn't be asking this, he was in the godamn 'afterlife' he already knew what the answer would most likely be. "Come back. There can't be end of world scenarios happening in this realm that you're needed for, right?"

Set could only glance back up at Kaiba’s face, sadness and concern plagued the look on his face as he mustered up the strngth to respond to the other’s words. He still held onto him, but soon enough his hold diminished until he finally let go of him.

“There’s a lot we have to talk about, don’t we Seto?” The priest spoke faintly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

From another section of the palace, Atem tried to watch over Kaiba and Set as they seeked out a more suitable place where they could have their talk peacefully. Mahad stood by the pharaoh’s side the entire time, he can tell how his king isn’t happy at all with all of this. Nothing made sense to him, and it seemed like it would stay like that in his eyes for awhile. Until then, the priest is forced to quietly listen to Atem’s rants and rambles.

Set guided Kaiba through one the palace’s many gardens, there was an ideal and quiet place for them, away from everyone’s eyes.

“As for Mokuba. He’s right... He came very close to it, indeed Seto. I got to feel a disturbance for a moment, at the time I simply brushed it off... I tried not to think much of it. But deep down, I felt it had something to do with him... I got worried...”

A pause came, as the priest looked back at Seto. “What else do you have to tell me?”

While he had pushed it out of his mind for the time being, Kaiba still found relief from being out of prying eyes and ears. This was between him and Set, simple enough.

"He was?" he perks up at the admission, while he wasn't one to doubt Mokuba... it was one of the circumstances where he believed that Mokuba believed he saw the priest, but as for if he believed it was actual fact... was questionable.

Seto trails off once more, and for a quick moment he checks the readings on the duel dimension system to make sure everything was still holding steady.

"A lot has happened since you've left. I... assume you know how Atem returned to the Earth, albeit briefly." Now for the awkward part, because ultimately a lot of that junk was all due to him.

"After Duel Links was a bust, Mokuba and I decided the only way to get to you again was to dig up the puzzle and drag Atem back as well."

Though, he would be lying if he didn't think it would be a nice bonus to finally be able to defeat the pharaoh once and for all. "But someone new didn't want that to happen. So it turned into a battle between him, Yugi and myself. But of course that didn't quite bring you back. So we had to resort to other things."

Seto holds open his palm and the Quantum Cube appeared in a flurry of dark particles. "Despite the resistance, that guy also led us to an answer."

Set quietly listened to Kaiba, as they finally arrived at their destination. There were curtains at the entrance, which blocked the view of the indoors, the place was a small cozy lounge room- with an window that gave them a view of the kingdom and plenty space to lay down and rest. It was a lot better, than where they previously were at.

Once in the priest removed his headgear, it revealed his long- colorful and braided hair. "So a lot has happened, I got to witness small bits of it... Since I couldn't do anything, I refused to stick around for long." He spoke faintly when the other had stopped talking, but still hadn't looked back at him. His gaze only returned to Kaiba when he sat down on the floor, on one of the many cushions. His calm expression quickly shifted into one of shock, when he spotted a familiar object in his hands.

Whatever he had in mind or was going to say were lost, his eyes were fixated on the quantum cube. It was obvious, in the look of his face, how this wasn't the first time he had seen the object.

'Shada, you bastard...' Set thought to himself as he shook off the in "Things are starting to make sense... May I have a look at it, Seto?" After saying that, he also noticed the odd tech bits all over Kaiba. Those weren't on him, when he left months ago.

"You recognize this?" That, he wasn't expecting. It seemed so different from anything they had seen before. But of course, he probably should have figured. All the trouble came from bloody Egypt didn't it.

Though it was reliving to hear that Set was unable to interfere. Seto would have had quite a few things to say if the contrary were true duing the Plana stuff.

With careful movements to not damage or dislodge any if the metal bits on his person, Kaiba sat down across from the priest and handed the Cube to him.

"It doesn't quite... have the same power as it once did. It's difficult to explain, but really Mokuba and I only managed to harness some of its residual energy somehow. That, with the duel dimension system was able to get me here." He gestured to the bulky add ons to his duel disk. He would have preferred it to be more lightweight, but not bad for a first try.

"But apparently this thing used to let a couple of chosen people cross dimensions at will. I'm assuming with its full power even a jump to here from back home would be easy."

“For the most part, I do.” Set responded, when he got to hold the Quantum cube. His mind immediately, brought fourth a few memories. Oh how much he hated, being proven wrong by his colleagues.

While he searched for the words to respond to Kaiba’s first question, his gaze shifted between him and all the new and otherworldly looking technology attached to him. Focus, the priest told himself as he now fixated his stare at the cold object in his hands.

“I see, well. I don’t know much about this either but, I have seen it in the past. At the time I simply brushed it off, and I never more heard anything about it since then. There were a few scholars, who were experimenting with magic and the idea of other worlds... Shada, one of my colleagues was involved with them to a certain degree.” The priest paused as he kept staring at the cube, with a shocked and puzzled look on his face. Almost as if he couldn’t believe, he had it in his hands. “... I didn’t hear a single thing about this cube, or anything related to it when I became the pharaoh... I suppose, they feared I’d try to destroy and stop their progress. Hmph, they weren’t wrong.”

A sigh followed him, as he handed the Quantum Cube back to Kaiba. “Then I must assume, you’ve drained it from all of it’s resources... I can barely feel anything, from it... It’s cold.” Set pointed out. “You might have more luck talking to Shada, about this. He certainly must know at least something.”

Then a sudden pause came, his gaze now settled on his guest’s face. “But I doubt, you have any interest in it right now... Am I correct?”

The new information was a lot, but without more knowledge of the people of the Plana, Kaiba's bigger picture of everything was incomplete.

He took back the artifact and after a moment it vanished just like how it had appeared.

"It's a confusing power, that's for sure, but you are correct."

He checks his display once more. "I'm more concerned with how long I can stay here. This was all very limited in its testing. These,"

He gestures to the metal decorating him, "manage to keep me anchored here and not being ripped out into the dimensions again. My stay is... limited."

It was hard to maintain his presence, and if the tech had been a little less successful than it was right now, Kaiba wouldn't be surprised if he would be already dissappearing by force.

“Then what can we make out of whatever time, we have left, Seto?”

Set blurted out without thinking, as his eyes examined every little detail on Kaiba’s outfit. Nothing about it made any sense to the priest, then again, it doesn’t surprise him.

It hurt him knowing, how brief their encounter - reunion is. His mind reminded him, of what they had just experienced back at the throne hall- in front of the entire court and palace’s servants.

There’s nothing they can do to try and prevent his departure, so they can’t waste anymore precious seconds of it.

A thought crossed his mind, it might be the best way to send him off with style. Out of everyone they have faced against, during their time together- as one they never had a chance to duel one another. They used to be one entity, but their decks structures only served as further evidence to sustain the drastic difference between each other.

“Seto,” Set paused, as he now looked directly at the other’s eyes. “I challenge you to a duel.” His voice tone is serious, he truly means what he just said.

There’s no better way to honor their time together than this way.

If he weren't Seto Kaiba, he heart would have sunk at Set's words. But he was, so instead it was an odd ache that started at end of his sternum and traveled up his chest until it disappeared.

"So you won't come with me."

Of course he expected this to and extent. If Set was willing to leave once there were slim chances he would want to return.

Seto Kaiba didn't hope. But he still came here anyway. At the very least to... he wasn't sure. But he knew a lot went unsaid that day at the gate. Where Mokbua stared crying the instant Atem's lifepoints hit zero. Meanwhile Seto himself stood up straight, unmoving, no emotion. Almost at attention.

At the time he didn't know what he was feeling, and as the time ticked by everything moved on without him, leaving him behind in his own denial.

He certainly couldn't leave it at that.

"I'm guessing we'll end up in deadlock if we keep arguing over it, huh?" And the clock was ticking. But Kaiba was also never the best with words. He didn't know what he'd even say if Set let him try to bargain more. Best to leave this for a language he was more fluent in. A duel.

"I accept."

For a moment, all that the priest could think of was that fateful day- the one when they parted ways for good, they no longer were one singular entity. ‘I know you’ll do well on your own, you never needed me.’ Those were his final words to Seto, the boy had just barely acknowledged what he said in that instant. His eyes looked empty, almost as if he weren’t there... He now understood, why he reacted like that.

Upon hearing Kaiba’s response, Set wasted no time guiding him to a more suitable place for a proper duel to happen at anopen patio not too far from their current location. The word spread like a wildfire amongst the court, a crowd of a considerable size quickly formed around the place.

Everyone wanted to witness the duel of monsters, between their most powerful priest and the visitor.

Even the pharaoh joined the crowd, he wanted the best view out of this occasion. Hopefully, this would distract him from the thoughts of jealousy that plagued his mind until now. People stepped aside in order to let the duelists take their positions.

While Set approached his side on the field, his attire began to change with every step. His priest garbs, slowly transformed into something else- far more royal. In this realm he may be known as a member of Atem’s court, one of the 6 priests. But it doesn’t erase the fact he too was once, a pharaoh.

His garbs morphed into something, worthy of a true king.

The crowd fell silent in that moment, nobody had ever seen Set like that, especially not Atem who couldn’t get his eyes out of him. The pharaoh had on his arm a duel disc, which he quickly loaded up with his deck of cards. The device quickly booted up, he was all set and ready for this.

There was a grin on the man’s face, as if he were waiting for this very moment this entire time. Words wouldn’t do them any justice, they will finally be able to sort things out between them in the only way they truly knew. So many memories of their time together flooded his mind while, he waited for his opponent to be ready. ‘Seto... I’ll honor you, you’ll not return with empty hands.’ Set thought to himself, amidst his silence as he reached out for his cards.

“Duel!” He announced by exclaiming it out loud, while he drawed his cards.

He poured his heart and blood into this duel, he wanted this to be his sendoff to Kaiba. This should have been how, things had ended for them months ago.

Kaiba didn't drag his feet on his way to the other side of the field. He would see this duel through to its end. No interruptions, no inconclusive results. Seto's left arm flicked to the side, the holographic blade flaring to life with a hum. A card was ejected from the center power cell, until it spat out right before his fingers. With a flourish of a draw his opening hand was displayed to him. It was far from a brick.

"Duel!"

He fell back on old strategies, of course. He knew he had to deal the damage before Set could go into his bigger more dangerous Ancient Gears. He couldn't be dealing with high attack and that battle step lockdown of the backrow. So Seto aimed to attack hard, and attack fast. He didn't even bother with any of his smaller monsters.

Kaiba wondered why they hadn't done this before. So many years together and not once did they duel, not even in the soul room.

Seto would not lose. He'd get out all the things he couldn't from his mouth that day the priest left.

As the turns passed, Kaiba brought forth mightier and mightier beasts. The back and forth between them dishing out the damage on both sides. His other face wasn't to be underestimated. Until finally... he knew he'd need raw power to win this.

"I activate Chaos Form!" The card seemed to open the sky, bringing forth his new true ace. An immense powerhouse of a dragon, it's roar disrupting the air.

He didn't want this to end. What was this? This duel was so gripping, a true challenge, one he'd never experienced before. This wasn't like any of his duels with Atem, or any opponent for that matter.

This was a duel with an old friend. One that had been tethered to him like a weight. Or so he believed before. But no... what... what would be left? Seto didn't want this to end. He didn't want to leave. This person he had hated... and loved.

Someone who was always bound to sit at the table with him and interact in some way. Most of the time it was arguments.

Spars that left them both bruised by the end of the day. Or squabbles that would lead to Mokuba and everyone around them being driven up the wall.

But there was also the person who bore the burnt of all those lessons long ago. Looking after Mokuba. Set's face when he tried ice cream for the first time. Mokuba and the priest laughing at his misfortunes whenever that huge hound of Set's was summoned. Set's utter joy and the colors that were still present in his hair, gleaming in the desert sun.

Seto didn't want it to end.

He'd never hesitated to attack before. So why... why was he frozen in place? There was no button to press to declare his attack unlike the old models of the duel disk. All he had to do was say it. Hell, he could just think it.

No. No. No. Was all that echoed in his head.

An alert beeped. They didn't have much time left. Kaiba forced down the lump in his throat.

"Chaos Neutron Burst!"

There were so many untold feelings and emotions put into that duel, no one would ever be capable to put what the whole thing felt like into words. Nothing could possibly come close to describing, the tension between both parties.

The crowd remained in silence throughout the whole event, all eyes were on them- no one could get their eyes out of it or even leave that place. There were a few gasps of awe from people, when Kaiba’s dragons or Set’s machine soldiers appeared in the battlefield.

As the duel went on, Set would be reminded of their times together. Each draw of and card set on the field - everything invoked a memory. He was there, when Kaiba created the very first functioning prototype of the technology they are currently using... And later when he pitched it to Pegasus, in order to fund his project.

He watched this boy grow... From a young boy who was on his way to make a name for himself, to a man who seemed to know no limits to his dreams and goals.

It made him feel so proud of him, so confident that he would be better off without him. When Seto’s chaos max dragon was summoned on the field, Set was reminded of their final moments together. That scene remained so fresh and lively in his mind, his final words to Kaiba in that fateful day- the day he returned the life and body to the right person.

‘You’ll do fine, Seto. I’m sure of it, you never needed me... Enjoy your life, it’ll finally go back to be a normal one. Just like you’ve always wanted.’

There was a moment of silence between them, a gentle breeze ran by them. Despite the gigantic dragon standing right in front of him, his eyes were fixated on Seto. This was the end for him, there was absolutely nothing he could do against the beast.

The pharaoh didn’t flinch nor made a sound as he watched the dragon charge the attack, then unleash the beam of light at him. The attack’s blow, sent his hate flying away- Set had to brace himself otherwise he would end up losing his balance due to it.

What a send-off

As soon as his lifepoints hit zero, and the strong gust of wind had ceased Set ran across the battlefield- up to Seto. He proceeded to pull the other into a tight hug, while his body began vanishing.

They ran out of time, it was time to part ways once more.

“Seto... Seto, have a safe trip back home - may the Gods guide you to safety... Please, tell Mokuba I miss him. I’ll be watching over you two, I’ll always be with you two...” Set spoke between sobs while tears began rolling down his cheeks, as he quickly yanked one of his earrings and gave it to Seto. “Give it to Mokuba, it’s a proof you made it here Seto... You’ll be fine, I know you’ll...” His hold onto Kaiba’s body is a firm and tight one, he doesn’t let go of him - not until he is completely gone.

“This is the power of our bond, Seto. I... I... I’ll be there for you, I promise...” Tears streamed down his cheeks, as Kaiba finally vanished in the form of golden particles.

It’s never easy to tell goodbye, but by the end of everything Set felt like a weight has been lifted from him. They are finally at peace...

As Set's lifepoints started dropping, some part of Kaiba possibly hoped... that he had one last trick up his sleeve. Maybe... maybe then he wouldn't have to leave so soon.

If he were thinking clearly, he would have known that would have made no difference to Set's decision. Just an echoed connection to the pharaoh's and Yugi's duel. His new ace couldn't be harmed by much. The beast was immune to being targeted or destroyed by card effects.

But maybe... maybe Set had something to banish it with, and then maybe-- But maybe never happened. The numbers hit zero, and a familiar beep sounded. Once more, he was pulled into an embrace, but this time he could barely feel it, as his form started to fade as soon as he won. For a moment fear flashed on the boy's face once more. No, no! He didn't want to leave again!

Something was shoved into his hand, firm, and made of metal. Seto falls to a knee as his flesh vanished before his eyes. The words being told to him were comforting. Closure he didn't get before. This wasn't the end.

And then he whispered something in Japanese that could only just barely be caught if listening carefully.

Until next time.

~~~

Seto gasped as he was sent crashing into the cold ground of one of the testing rooms of Kaiba Corp. For a long moment he felt as if he'd be sick, but he managed to force it down. Alarms blared, detecting his presence, and the huge spike of energy.

Someone was yelling at him, screaming his name.

Mokuba.

He must have followed his brother's consciousness home. Small hands were feeling him over, taking his pulse, looking for any damage on him.

"Tell me you're alright! Please, please! C'mon Seto!"

Panting, the elder pushed the earing into one of Mokuba's hands with an exhausted smile.

"I saw him. He was there, you were right... he was there kiddo..."

Tears instantly filled Mokuba's eyes. The boy took the gold piece and threw his arms around his brother.

#this thread broKE ME :')))))))#AU 03 • ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀᴛʜ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴅ • Yami!Set AU #| セト • priest set • saved |#long post #ooc /#kaibacorpbros #This AU's version of DSOD's ending is herE AND IM soBBING FBHBV

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persona 5 royal: my thoughts after finishing it five minutes ago

disclaimer: the only reason im writing this is because 1) i have a lot of thoughts and feelings that i need to write down and if i dont ill explode and 2) i want to be able to find this when p5s eventually drops so i can compare my thought processes. if you do not agree with what i’m going to say, that’s cool! just block me or ignore this post.

now for the sake of sanity, i’m going to try and narrow down this entire list into chunks because this’ll probably be very very long and very much about me just screaming about stuff that i liked, loved, and don’t like. i will be spoiling both the original persona 5 and persona 5 royal, obviously, so i hope you finished both!

1) Akechi

so yes. Goro Akechi. Everyone’s favorite murderer. I’m going to by spewing a lot of hot takes, and this is probably going to be the spiciest: i am in the most intense love-hate relationship with this brown haired antagonist because jesus christ is he a complicated son of a bitch. I know i’ve complained in the past about how much Atlus often struggles with utilizing a character well, but that does not at all relate to Akechi in any way, shape, or form.

I’ll say this now: He is a character I genuinely, truly hate, yet he is the one I want to hear from the most. He is someone who is a bad person (yes, he is a bad person) but whenever he comes on screen he makes me sit up, he makes me pay attention to him because that’s just the aura he exudes. He is a character who i would never, ever waste my time defending or justifying his actions, but every minute joker spends with him is a minute i want to stretch out as long as possible because he is just that good of a character. He is interesting, he is well defined, he is smart, he is clever, he is sassy, he’s a motherfucking asshole who’s never had a vibe check in my life and i still hate him. Goro Akechi is what Star Wars wanted Kylo Ren to be, and that allegory may not make sense to many people but it works for me so i’m saying it. It’s to the point where writing akechi in a fanfic makes me sweat because in my opinon capturing the essence of akechi is near impossible unless you know what you are talking about (i do not mean that in anyway to discourage people from writing him, im just saying that I am a coward because i will never be able to write a good akechi). Anyway, bottom line is: i despise him but my eyes are always glued to him at all times.

back to the main point-- Atlus absolutely nailed this character and every single addition they put in for Akechi. I’m so damn thrilled that you actually have confidant hangouts with him because every single time you talk to him, it services not only the plot, but it perfectly does what it is supposed to do: it makes you like him, but also leaves the player slightly unnerved. they do it so casually that I might have trouble explaining it, but bear with me: everytime you hangout with him, he always does or say something that unhinges you just a little bit, it leaves you asking ‘wait why?’ or ‘but how did you know that’ or ‘why are you saying that?’. akechi is constantly playing mind games with you. and not only that, adding backstory to akechi (moreso than in the original) is just fucking fantastic. he’s always been a fully fleshed out character but after playing royal, goro akechi actually exists in my mind, and i still hate him (but also i dont. but also i do. anyway)

2) the ending

just finished the game and this is the point where i am at odds with p5r for the first time. the ending to p5, in my opinion, was flawless; everything was perfect and had meaning. from the shot of akira being shown to not wearing glasses anymore because he no longer feels the need to wear a mask (character development: he was very unhappy at the beginning of the game and now he’s happy with his friends--i love it), to his friends being the one to drive him home (amazing, he left his home town and came to shibuya alone via transit, and one year later he’s now leaving with all of his best friends in a van they rented just so they could stay with him as long as they can--it’s perfect, i love it), and also all of them seeing how large and infinite the ocean is (because now there’s unlimited options for them because they all have a new perspective on life).

But....none of that is there in p5r. it feels impersonal. no one drops him off at his hometown, he was still wearing glasses, and there’s no grand metaphor about what they all achieved.

Now, i am not a (complete) moron. I know why they had to change it: it’s because of persona 5 scramble (i think). they wanted to set up a plot for the next game and i feel like thats the reason why persona 5 royal’s ending suffered for it: they were too focused on the next plot that they forgot to focus on the sentimental ending for p5r. don’t get me wrong, seeing akechi in the train station absolutely made me lose my shit and made me scream at one in the morning, but i think they lost the core meaning in doing the other stuff. i did not like the focus on maruki and kasumi (will be talking about them later), cause i feel like it took away from the ending, and i also didn’t like the fact that the whole joker outfit in the reflection thing (but i will be letting it slide since it was during the after credits anyway). So while i do love one (1) new aspect of the final cut scene, i still adore and stan the one from persona 5.

3) the entire last semester

i’ll be quick: the final palace? the best palace. fight me. it’s fantastic, it’s innovative, it’s interesting, and most of all, the palace ruler is actually the best one in the entire game and i know i wont be the only one to say this. maruki is not a villain: i know for a godamn fact that im not the only one to say that i almost agreed with his deal of allowing the reality (damn i almost agreed twice) because why wouldnt you?? it’s literally a perfect reality! the only reason i didnt agree is because i knew the game wouldnt want me to agree and would force me to have the bad ending! anyway, i love the last section so much. the palace design is interesting, the antagonist is brilliant (who doesn’t love a morally gray antagonist?), and finally, the payoff of kasumi happened and it made me silent for ten minutes. the entire reveal of her being sumire and kasumi being dead is just so genuinely shocking to me that it nearly broke my neck.

what actually broke my neck was the initial incident for the third semester. seeing everyone in this wild alternate reality made me so unsettled that i literally got a stomach ache. i saw morgana as a human and nearly passed out. shiho in the underground? wig. ryuji saying he’s on the national pedastal for running? literally my eyebrows just popped off my head. fucking WAKABA? FLATLINED. brilliantly executed and i love the initial akechi and akira buddy cop movie vibes in the beginning it was just so fun.

one huge part of the third semester for me though, was of course, akechi. seeing him completely throw away his ‘charming ace detective’ speil was the most refreshing and interesting and not to mention, hilarious part of the game. he does not give a fuck about anyone and he is not afraid to let you know. he is the biggest savage and the most insane person on the phantom thieves group. he’ll roast you, he’ll roast your boyfriend, he’ll roast fuckin anyone and it’s fantastic. not to mention his dialogue is killer: he says the most bat shit insults ever and my favorite example is when you go up to him near the end of the game, you know, to hangout with him and be a nice guy, he just does not hesitate to say ‘what, you came just to see me? just the sort of brainless sentimentality i’d expect from you.’ i LOVE IT because why the hell would he try to be nice? the jig is up, he’s got nothing to hide. and he owns it. atlus seriously nailed akechi in this last semester and it’s brilliant and i love it.

4) everything else

- one small thing that pissed me off in both games (but especially this one) is how many godamn fake out deaths there are. Morgana has one, Akira has one, Ryuji has one, Sojiro has one, Maruki has one, motherfucking Akechi has two. it just hurts me!

- sumire is an amazing character who has depth and she is lovely and my biggest complaint is that it feels like atlus shoved her in. like, she feels like a new addition to the game, you know what i mean? maybe its because ive played the original p5 first, but you know, it’s not a big deal. but i love her so much

- on the topic of sumire, i cant say that im completely super duper happy with how different she felt from the other thieves? im sure that’ll be explained in p5s but she just got so much screen time that it just truly made me confused?? maybe im just a horrible person, or that’s just a really hot take. but anyway, yeah maybe im bitter because i really wanted to see extra hangouts/school trips during royal, but didn’t really.

-baton pass? literally orgasmic. it made turn base battles so damn fun and the addition of darts and billiards made me foam at the mouth it was SO SMART AND INNOVATIVE AND I LOVE IT ATLUS I LOVE YOU ATLUS YOURE SO SMART SWEETIE

-small thing, but making spells like ‘dormina’ actually useful just made the game so much more fun and dungeon crawling became something i truly, genuinely looked forward to

-being able to give gifts to my bros? absolutely incredible. thank you. side note: seeing akechi happy from giving him a multi vitamin cracked me up. side side note: giving ryuji a fuck ton of weights and him just smiling made my heart so happy i love that boy so much

- ah this game just looked so GOOD! i thought the original looked good but they really went all out. im not kidding, the smallest details in everyday life or even just normal cut scenes were out of this world. especially stuff from the third semester its just OOF good JOB atlus i love you buddy

-ahhh thieves den! how can i forget? i love it. at first i was a bit iffy with it since it really felt like persona 5 (undoubtedly the biggest game atlus has created) was just jacking itself off. but as time goes on, it became a huge addition to the game and seeing characters’ insights and extra lines of dialogue became super duper interesting and a highlight of the game for me. and don’t even get me started on how much i love love love the photos they added of them hanging out! so lovely, a bunch of them made me tear up

- i know it’s literally impossible, but i feel like the game just forgot that akechi is a person who can wield multiple persona and i just wish that could’ve been messed around with during Palaces

- showtimes are so, so crazy and i get so embarassed whenever they play on my tv because they are just outlandish and unashamed but i love them so so much it just defines persona’s personality

-because i love ryuji: i prefer the final conversation you have with him aka ‘whaddya mean? you’re there’ but there’s still a lot of really tender and sweet moments like akira genuinely telling him that he’ll miss him, and also the fact that ryuji wants you both to send each other your times through the exercise watch so you can still race ahhhh i love him so much yall

so, overall, this game is better than the original p5 because of the extra content we get. if persona 5 was the perfect dinner, persona 5 royal is that same dinner and you get to enter the dessert buffet. it’s brilliant, it’s smart, it’s hilarious, it’s heartwarming, and it’s undoubtedly my favorite game of all time without exaggeration. while i do prefer the final cut scene (and final dialogues with some characters) in the original persona 5, in the overall experience, persona 5 royal is superior in my mind. i would willingly get amnesia to play this game again.

I didn’t get to cover everything, but this is definitely most of what i wanted to say. if you actually get to reading all the way to the end, thanks! it means a lot. i hope we can all enjoy persona and look forward to persona 5 scramble together :-)

#p5 #persona 5 #p5r #persona 5 royal #mine #such a long post but totally worth it

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