#why are my comfort characters abusers and murderers. what the hell.

[hearts4juzi]

we live in a world where im terrified that if i show off my very special headcanon of william liking physical affection it'll get tagged as ship

#i think he'd lay down on top of his friends and theyre like “dude get off” and hes like “no fuck you” #but also what if ppl think im shipping them #cries #HE MAKES ME HAPPY OKAY I WANNA DRAW HIM HAPPY AND CALM SOMETIMES #why are my comfort characters abusers and murderers. what the hell. #“why r they ur comfort character” girl u tell me he has sad eyes ig #tzu rambles

[bunni-v1]

Can I please request a reader that has been so traumatised by what’s happened in the Scarabia book that they actively avoid the entire dorm and have Ace and Deuce as their guard dogs (I love those two and I really love how you wrote them as the readers protective besties during the Malleus break up fic). Like how would Kalim, Jamil and Adeuce react to that?

I find it really cathartic when I read fics that have the characters feeling guilty after what they put the reader through whilst the reader is getting support from their friends.

(Something I’m really salty about in twst is how no one ever holds the overblots accountable for what they’ve done. I full on agreed with Ace when he told Riddle that crying wasn’t going to erase all that he did before the overblot and I literally fell in love with him when he punched Riddle after he insulted us/Yuu/the player. I understand that those boys are traumatised and are in desperate need of therapy and overblotting was the only way for their problems to be solved but the treatment they inflicted on Yuu/us was downright hellish. Azul made us homeless and tore us away from the only family/comfort we had in twst (the ghosts) and then sent the tweels to terrorise us in our attempts to reclaim said home and free our friends from servitude; Jamil kidnapped us, hypnotised us, locked us up in a room against our will, isolated us from Adeuce and took away any contact we had with them, forced us on long marches in the dessert and turned a blind eye to our clear suffering during that time; Vil acted like a literal demon to not only us (and then almost made my Deucey cry) but everyone else as well and that was before he decided to try to murder an innocent teenager. Like why does no one understand just how much this can damage an actual child who has no magic and has been stripped from their home and family?)

Reader Terrified of Scarabia After Jamil’s Overblot

TW: PTSD; Mental Breakdown; Disassociation; Mentions of Abuse; Kalim and Jamil are tragic

Info: Ace, Deuce x Reader (platonic or romantic); Kalim, Grim x Reader (platonic); Jamil and Reader (neutral)

🍓I love requests like this tbh. My own OC sorta has her own grapplings with this stuff that I like to touch upon, and I’m excited I get the chance to talk about it here :) THIS IS LONG AS HELL BTW(like this intro here lol). I had a lot of fun writing it :))) I added a cute, shorter little grim part, because our little guy deserves more lovin’ than he gets. I also decided to do a cute little (read: long) intro, and then head cannons since you didn’t specify for either. I hope you enjoy this style, and I’m sorry for the wait <3

You had been through… a lot in your time at Night Raven College. Being thrown into a completely different world would’ve been enough, but it seems that the great seven thought you needed some extra troubles. You weren’t sure how you could’ve encored their wrath, but you were, and you were chugging along despite it all.

First was the attack from the phantom in the mines — something that should’ve been foreshadowing for what was to come. You didn’t even do anything to be in this position. It was Ace Grim and Deuce, but you got dragged into it all because you were “Grim’s keeper.” You managed to befriend Ace and Deuce though, so it wasn’t so bad.

Second was Riddle with his unending temper and strict rules. Despite everything telling you to just stay out of it, your good-natured heart just couldn’t stop you from helping Ace and Deuce. Nearly dying in the process, you managed to help Riddle and made newfound friends in Heartslabyul. 

Third came Leona, the selfish, stuck-up, lazy no-good prince of the Savannah. You knew he was trouble from the start, and you wanted nothing to do with him or his little lackey Ruggie. Then he hurt Trey, and you couldn’t stand by while he reigned terror on the school. He was a favorable ally to gain in the end, so you could dismiss his actions so long as he kept in his lane.

Fourth was Azul, another student you figured would cause you trouble. With the extra scary Jade and Floyd always tailing him, and that too buttery sweet voice of his, you were determined to keep your distance. Again, however, your friends were in trouble and you couldn’t help but help them. Azul was a broken person, and you could sympathize with his struggles. He even gave you a job at the lounge to help with funding yourself, so he couldn’t be all that bad.

You’d come to dislike the other house wardens out of principle. A pattern had emerged among them, and you weren’t going to fall victim to another horrific overblot. You still had suction cup-shaped bruises on your arm from Azul’s breakdown. Leona had given you more than just a nasty burn from the scalding hot whirlwind of sand he conjured up. The scars Riddle left behind on your face and arms were healed, but they still ached when you touched them. All painful reminders that you could not truly trust anyone here, that anyone could lose control of themselves and hurt you. Yet…

When you met Jamil in the kitchen, he seemed so kind to both you and Grim. He seemed so genuine and honest. Maybe it was wishful thinking, or maybe it was you missing your friends, but you wanted to trust him despite your gut feeling to be distrustful. Could everyone here really be that bad? Certainly not. Ace Deuce and Jack went here as well… so surely… surely…

The alarm bells didn’t ring at all during the dinner, and Kalim — despite everything you’ve been through — seemed so nice, if not a little overbearing. You could see the tiredness on Jamil's face, and you had the kindness in your heart to express your sympathies. And oh, Jamil so humbly assured you that he was fine. Filling your head with little half-truths and ideas that Kalim had been overworking not only him but the other students. That he had been acting “off” as of late.

You saw Kalim’s sudden shifts in personality. How he would be so sweet, so kind and soft. How he made sure you were enjoying yourself, made sure you ate to your heart's content, made sure you were comfortable in your uniform and your sleeping quarters. Then he would be yelling at everyone, demanding unspeakable exercises and work.

If Ace were there with you, he would’ve called bullshit. Still, you trusted Jamil to start. You actually believed he was kind and had good intentions. You believed that Kalim was the real evil here.

Then he wouldn’t let you and Grim leave, and the students were suddenly so aggressive toward you. He took everything you had and stripped you of your dignity and pride until there was nothing left but fight.

Truly, you didn’t realize it was him that was the issue until he was over-blotting in front of your eyes. It wasn’t an unusual sight to you at that point, you’d defeated multiple overblots and befriended these people. You don’t know what it was. The way you’d trusted him. The fact that you felt truly alone without Ace and Deuce. This one broke you…

You just didn’t feel a damn thing after he was saved. You felt no pity, no joy, no relief. Absolutely nothing, an empty void in your chest. Even as everyone around you celebrated, there was nothing. You stood watching everyone parade around with glee blankly, unable to speak to anyone around you. Just listening to the voices that had begun to mesh together.

You didn’t show anything until Ace and Deuce showed up. Something about their faces, the way they were looking over you, the way they seemed so scared for your wellbeing… it made you cry. It made you cry and cry and cry until you couldn’t make any noise and then you cried some more. They had to drag you away from everyone because you just couldn’t quite stand upright when Deuce would try to get you to walk away with him…

The days after were blurry. You remained holed up in your dorm, unable to really move from your bed. Ace and Deuce stayed in their own separate room next to yours. You could hear them talking through the walls about how worried they were about you, how angry they were at Jamil, how angry they were at themselves for not getting there in time to help you. If you’d had the energy, you would’ve scolded them for being so hard on themselves, but you could hardly speak in the first place.

They cared for you as best as they could. Deuce attempted to cook the recipes Trey sent him over magicam, making sure you ate and stayed hydrated. Occasionally you’d hear Azul downstairs, and Deuce would give you something nice from the Monstrolounge — free of charge, he promised. You could tell that he wasn’t sleeping much in his worry over you. 

Grim remained at your side as loyal as a dog and boasting that he’d keep you safe, but you knew he was scared too. He proclaimed that he would keep you safe, but you could feel him trembling at every sudden noise. You had to comfort him from the horrific nightmares he was having. That was okay, though, he was family and you were his.

Ace was the only one who really kicked your ass into gear. He’d tug you out of bed and into the shower as people began to return from winter break. Made you go on walks around campus to show you that you were completely safe. Eventually, he’d been able to get you to visit Azul to thank him directly for his kindness. He wasn’t soft or gentle with you, that wasn’t in his character at all, but he made sure you felt safe enough to return to classes before they started.

They both worked hard to help you recover, but you were still so afraid…

Ace

-Ace isn’t exactly the most comforting person, and he never claimed to be. 

-He’s not good at reassuring people, but he’s good at being honest, and if he was being honest he knew that you were safe around him and Deuce.

-He walks you to and from classes, spends most of his nights in your dorm doing whatever the hell you’d like him to do without complaint, distracts you when you’re freaking out, and most importantly keeps that snake as far away from you as possible.

-If he was being honest with himself, which was his whole thing, he didn’t really get your reaction to everything. 

-You’ve all been through this before, it's textbook at this point. A guy does some shady shit, a guy gets caught doing said shady shit, a guy overblots, and you defeat a guy with the power of friendship. Boom. Done.

-He’d get it more if you were completely alone, but grim and the octanivelle freaks were there! Kalim too, and he’s always seemed pretty nice. Not the best company, sure, but still you had people helping you out.

-When he looks at your face and sees how tired you are, he forgets the logical stuff. All he can hear are those horrific sobs you let out when you saw him and how you nearly ripped his uniform in half with how tightly you were holding him and Deuce.

-If that was too much for him, he can’t imagine how badly it must’ve felt for you. How bad it must still feel.

-So screw what he thinks, he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself.

-He doesn’t ask you how you’re feeling, he knows it's not good. He focuses on keeping your mind off of everything that might trigger you.

-Reroutes your paths to classes to avoid Jamil and Kalim completely. Sure it’s longer and more annoying, but it's better than you going dead silent and shutting him and everyone else out again.

-He does everything in his power and you’re doing so well… and then the VDC happens. 

-You’re given the title of manager and you’re forced to be around these people who terrify you. 

-Vil won’t budge on anything and sevens Ace wishes Rook would let him try out a little target practice with the (illegal) bow and arrows he’s got in his room.

-He keeps himself between you and Jamil at all costs. He won’t let Jamil bother you at all, not that he was trying in the first place.

-The real issue is Kalim, which sounds crazy, but it’s true.

-Kalim is so… forceful. A pretty strong word, but honestly the only one Ace can think to use.

-He’s really nice, really sweet, seriously such a good guy… but you’re still unsettled by him.

-There are several times during practices that Ace has to yell at him to just leave you alone.

-Sure, it gets him a pretty big scolding from Vil, but he couldn’t care less honestly. He doesn’t wanna risk you having a panic attack because Vil doesn’t wanna be a responsible leader.

-You confide in Ace a lot. How you really want to move past all this, but Crowley won’t provide you with any form of therapy, and you’re just not ready to forgive Jamil or Kalim for what happened.

-He won’t tell you this, but hearing you talk like this breaks his heart.

-You’re normally so strong, so brave, so confident… and now you’re absolutely broken.

-He’s proud of you for putting on a brave face to placate Vil, but he’s angry you have to.

-Surprisingly, though, you do begin to warm up to Kalim. Just a little. 

-It's only when Ace, Deuce, or Grim is around, but it's a really big step forward in his eyes.

-You’re getting back to where you used to be little by little.

-He still won’t give you or Jamil the chance to reconcile, but you honestly couldn’t be more grateful for that.

Deuce

-Deuce is incredibly different from Ace in how he handles everything.

-He’s a delinquent, sure, but he’s a Mama’s boy at heart. Therefore, he’s much more equipped to help you emotionally through all this than Ace.

-Where Ace is the harsh pushing force to keep you going, Deuce is the calm where you can rest and cry your heart out for as long as you need.

-As I mentioned, he makes sure you’re eating and drinking and at least speaking to someone.

-He asks Trey for recipes without leading on to what’s going on and asks Cater for advice on helping someone feel safe after a traumatic experience.

-It’s not subtle, but it helps.

-He handles making all your meals, even though he isn’t the best cook, he absolutely puts all his heart and soul into everything he makes.

-A good portion of his days are dedicated to cooking for you, and he gets pretty damn good at it by the time classes start up again!

-With Sam’s shop closed, he has to go into town to get the ingredients he needs, and then he has to spend hours preparing and serving the food.

-He watches you eat, encouraging you that everything is safe and that he made it all by himself by hand. 

-He doesn’t question why things ended up this way for you, he wonders how can I help?

-And he does help, a lot, more than just with food.

-Sometimes, late at night, he hears you crying alone in your room. He gets up from his own bed, quietly enters your room, and holds you and grim while you both tremble in fear.

-It makes him so mad. Mad that this happened to you. Mad that Jamil did this in the first place. Mad that he couldn’t help more than he already is. 

-Like Ace, he accompanies you to all your classes and makes sure to stay close to your side if any Scarabia students are around.

-He’ll go anywhere you need him to, and if you’re not comfortable being alone and he’s got plans, you’re invited to join him. No matter what anyone else thinks.

-Things get better little by little. You make strides in your ability to be independent again and you’re smiling and joking around like you used to. You even agreed to try out for the VDC with him and Ace… a big mistake.

-He didn’t expect to actually get in, let alone get in with Jamil and Kalim. If it were just that he could’ve been civil, but no, you had to be dragged in too… because that’s always how it works out.

-He has to hold himself from getting in Jamil’s face more than once because just him looking at you is enough to send you into a clear panic attack.

-Deuce does his best to comfort you between all of this, though. Being your shoulder to cry on and trying his best to be your protector… it's just hard. Hard to see you like that, and hard to keep his cool for your sake.

-It's worse with Kalim because both you and Deuce know he means well. You both know he wants to reconcile, but you’re not quite ready.

-Deuce helps the confrontation with the two feel a bit easier though. He acts as a mediator between you and Kalim, and eventually, he’s proud to say he helped you trust Kalim just a little bit.

-Jamil… both of you could use some work, but Deuce is more willing to hear you out on him than Ace is.

Grim

-Grim was there with you the whole time. He understands the fear you’re feeling deeper than anyone else.

-He could just tell something was wrong the second he saw your face. Despite all the celebrations, he was focused on making sure you were at least a little okay.

-He tried to talk to you, tried to make you feel okay, but the only comfort he could offer you was letting you hold him while you cried.

-He could still hear your cries, and they made him want to cry too. He almost did, but he was your guard cat — he had to be strong for you.

-Unlike Ace and Deuce, he never left your side. Not a second. He was there with you from the moment you were unwittingly kidnapped to the sleepless nights in your dorm to the horror of finding out you’d have to work closely with Jamil for the VDC.

-He made his distaste for him very known, sure to make a snarky comment at least once every time he saw him. 

-It was so bad, at one point, that Vil had to give him a stern talking to. He didn’t stop regardless.

-You are Grim’s best friend, the only family he has, and Jamil hurt you in unspeakable ways. He couldn’t just sit back and be okay with that.

-He’s really such a good guy.

Kalim

-Kalim means well. With his whole heart, he has the best intentions… just not the best execution.

-See, he didn’t notice initially that anything was really wrong the whole time.

-He didn’t suspect Jamil at all. In fact, he thought that you were really enjoying your stay in Scarabia, you seemed so happy and chatty up until Jamil flipped things on their head.

-Call him air-headed, but he was caught up in his own whirlwind of emotions at the time. You know, the whole betrayal of his supposed best friend took a toll on him too.

-It wasn’t until you were sobbing your throat raw that he realized something was really wrong.

-The look of sheer terror on your face when you made eye contact with him sent shivers up his spine.

-He knew that look. He’d worn that look on his own face too many times as a young child.

-Believe it or not, without Jamil’s intervention, he knew to keep his distance. He knew he had to give you time to adjust.

-Then a few days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a little over a month, and he had hardly seen you around campus.

-You are avoiding your normal route to class, and when he did see you he was also greeted by the harsh glares of your good friends.

-He understood if you’d never want to talk to him ever again, honestly. He couldn’t blame you. You were more headstrong than him, after all.

-Still, when the VDC came around… he was hopeful. Truly he was hoping that something would give.

-He would talk to you in hopes of showing you that he meant no harm, but Ace or Deuce or even Grim would shove their way between the two of you.

-Several times Jamil had to tell him to knock it off because “It’s not worth forcing.”

-Still, he wanted you to know he felt bad. He felt horrible.

-In a very un-Kalim-like move, he quietly asks you if you can speak with him. Alone. But in a crowded enough area that you wouldn’t feel threatened.

-He didn’t expect you to accept it, he wouldn’t have blamed you at all. But you said yes. 

-You showed up, with Grim by your side, which was fine. He earned some apologies too.

-He poured his heart out to you, apologizing for things that he couldn’t even control. In turn, he listened to you rant about how scared you were, how angry you were, how you wished you were any of these things.

-And after that, things improved. Slowly, but surely. You became more comfortable around him, and you spoke to him again.

-Sure, you wouldn’t be caught dead at one of Scarabia’s parties, but you considered him a friend. 

-That’s all he could ask for.

Jamil

-Jamil is the monster in your story. 

-He’s the evil guy who kidnapped, manipulated and lied to you.

-He’s the one who used his misplaced anger as an excuse to hurt others.

-He’s the boogyman who made you endure days of long and hard training, just because he could.

-Of course, he felt bad. What he did was unspeakable, but he was more concerned with how his reputation would last after the overblot.

-More concerned with it not getting out for the safety of his family.

-Even with you sobbing, he just thought you were being dramatic in all honesty. You have a reputation already, he knew you’d been through this whole thing before.

-It didn’t really strike him how badly it affected you.

-He didn’t notice how you switched paths, how you were never in the same area as him for long, and the glares of your friends never once phased him.

-Even Ace’s snarky comments during basketball didn’t bother him for a second.

It wasn’t until he accidentally bumped into you in the hallway, and he saw the look on your face that he realized.

-The terror in your eyes, the way you shrunk back as if he would strike you. It was the same way his parents acted around the Asim’s.

-If he were a more insane man, he might’ve found it liberating, but it wasn’t.

-He had become what he hated to you, he had done what he hated to you. 

-Jamil was not only your monster, but he was his own.

-He steers clear of you and keeps as much distance as possible for both your sakes.

-He couldn’t handle someone looking at him like that, and he was sure you couldn’t handle the sight of him after what he did.

-Still, this is NRC, and luck is never on anyone's side here.

-Both of you are forced into a position where you cannot escape the other, you have to learn to live with the awful pits in your stomachs.

-He keeps Kalim away until you both are on good terms, then he simply watches quietly.

-He won’t apologize, he won’t antagonize, he won’t speak unless spoken to.

-You two never truly recover your small lasting friendship, but you do make amends with each other.

-During the trip to the scalding sands, you get to meet Najma, whom he’s confided in about ‘accidentally upsetting a classmate’.

-You get to have a good talk with her, and it makes you really realize some things about Jamil.

-You realize he’s just as broken as you, just as tired as you, and that he feels the most immense amount of guilt for hurting you.

-You, being you, find it in your soul to forgive him.

-Nothing really changes between you. The guilt is still there, and the fear still shakes you to your core, but you both have closure.

-In a situation like this, closure is the best grace a person can ever have.

#twst #twisted wonderland #bunni's treats 🧁 #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #jamil viper #kalim al asim #ace trappola #deuce spade #grim twst #deuce spade x reader #ace trapolla x reader #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader

[yanderehsr]

What's up doc? 🥕. For this time may I reguest with something suprise? Basically, you can choose any four fem characters that would be the most unsettling, creepy, and controlling yandere for their yandere. Plus, which Ines would most likely break their darling?

Aight then, Hope you'll enjoy😁

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Murder

Ruan Mei: She is increadibly controlling and she can be real creepy as well, before you get kidnapped by her she kinda just stares at you... all of the time, she doesn't even look away when you catch her in the act.

It is Ruan Mei's way to study you, what if you do something when she isn't looking, she could miss important details about you, detail she can use to control you better. I would rank her 3rd on this list most likely to break her darling, she actually will try to make sure you stay sane.

"I think you need to calm down, do so before I lose my patience as well, If you just do as I tell you we could skip all this"

Edelgard: She isn't the most controlling of yanderes but she's pretty high up there, but it would be rather unsettling to have her as your yandere, she tends to force herself into any conversation you have with others and isolates you from everyone else, she also tends to be rather touchy even if you aren't in a relationship, not like you can stop the future empress from doing what she wants.

Edelgard's controlling side is that she chooses who you can hang out with, she gets really mad if you ignore her commands, Hubert is fine but people like Hilda or Sylvain... yeah no, if they ever get near you their heads will be detached from their bodies, I will rank her as the 4th on how likely she is to break her darling, it's more likely for you to get stockholm syndrome with her than to break.

"It feels nice spending moments alone with you like this... I just have to ask, did I see you speak with Sylvain earlier, I hope not, that would be... tragic"

Junko Enoshima: Unsettling and Creepy to the max, she isn't very controlling tho if at all, she will openly talk with you about murder, torture and any subject you might find horrible, hell she might even kill someone in front of you to see your reaction, she loves seeing you squirm and look afraid. She makes sure you will never feel comfortable with her all so she can see your delicious despair.

Junko isn't afraid either of you telling others anout what she does, why would they believe you over her, it's almost laughable how easy it is to keep you around even with how abusive she is. Very much the most likely to break you, she might even kill you just so she herself can feel despair.

"Did you really try to rat me out, it's almost adorable, tho if you do that again I might just need to kill some of your friends, don't make me too mad darling"

Cocolia: Yup, controlling as all hell, you would also have this unsettling fear every time she looks at you, like you are a possession rather than a human, like you are hers. The sad part is that no one can deny it, you are hers and no one can help you.

Cocolia isn't afraid to get physical with you if you step out of line, she can't have you breaking her rules thats she sets for you, and in her opinion pain is the best way to learn, she doesn't really care if you break as well, if she can't get an obedient lover she would rather have a broken one. Second to most likely to break her darling due to all the physical abuse and uncare towards your feelings

"You are really testing my nerves here you know. It shouldn't be that hard to listen yet you always defy me, such stupidity needs to be punished"

#yandere #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere fire emblem: three houses #yandere fe3h #yandere danganronpa #yandere female #yandere ruan mei #yandere ruan mei x reader #yandere edelgard #yandere edelgard x reader #yandere junko #yandere junko x reader #yandere cocolia #yandere cocolia x reader

[recreationalfanfics]

Hi there you wonderful and amazing person, can I request Gender Neutral or Female Billy Batson Reader with Platonic with either Yandere Poseidon, Loki, Buddha, Hercules, Ares, Hermes, Zeus and Thor (3 of your choosing, cause honestly, any combination can work for this)

Reader is 14 years old orphan, who’s a Human Fighter, Humanity is frightening that a child is fighting while the Gods are mocking Humanity for choosing a CHILD to fight (Until they/she yells ‘SHAZAM!’ And turn into an adult figure full of god power and wins the fight, even refusing to kill their/her opponents and just injuring them badly enough they can’t fight anymore because they don’t want to commit murder, even if it’s a god and they were planning on killing them/her)

The gods are FURIOUS that a Human Child somehow has the powers of the GODS and want her/them on their side (Reader is very strong) but Reader refuses because she/they want to save and protect Humanity because that’s what a Hero does (That doesn’t mean Reader won’t act reckless or immature, since they are a child, they just won’t abuse their power to hurt others)

Sorry if this is a lot, I LOVE DC, and Shazam is my absolute favorite DC Superhero (He’s such a relatable character, and I can’t wait to watch Clash of Gods) the first movie was great and the Wizard was funny too

OOOH, YES. I LOVE THAT IDEA TBH. Angsty idea: What if this also took place in the Injustice Universe (where Superman killed Captain Marvel) and that's why the Reader is here- ALSO, I'VE NEVER HEARD SOMEONE SAY THEIR FAVORITE DC HERO IS SHAZAM, YOU HAVE AMAZING TASTE.

Platonic Yandere!Hercules, Buddha, and Hermes + Shazam! GN Reader:

"She's stooped too low!"

"Has humanity given up that quickly!?"

"That can't be our champion!? Can it!?"

You pull your hoodie up as you hesitaite to walk further, hearing the sounds of the gods and humans alike. You look back at Brunhilde, who gives you a comforting smile and nods encouragingly in your direction. You smile back and try to take a deep breath. It's no big deal, you've gone toe-to-toe with bigger bad guys before. Hell, Black Adam was a near damn god and you've beaten him a couple of times.

"WHAT'S THIS!? HUMANITY IS...SENDING OUT A CHILD!? THAT CAN'T BE CORRECT, THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO HERE FROM HUMANITY'S GREATEST LEAGUE OF HEROES."

You frown at the announcer and send him a glare. Ouch, okay. Suddenly you felt more spiteful than insecure in that moment. Staring at the God you were about to face, you pull your hood down and get into a fight stance.

The god laughs, "Okay, okay, real cute kid. Where's the REAL champion I've been hearing about?"

"They're right here...SHAZAM!"

"The Strength of Hercules!":

- Oh, words WERE definetly due after your outrageous fight. The gods were horrified; a human child who somehow had THEIR powers managed to defeat a god!? WHAT INSANITY WAS THIS!? Although, Hercules wasn't really concerned about that part...he was more concerned about the child part.

- He followed you and Brunhilde both after your fight, you laughing and pumping yourself up and Brunhilde ruffling your hair lovingly. You looked up and smiled at her and Hercules couldn't help but feel his heart soften. You looked like a sweet kid. Which only made him angrier.

- "BRUNHILDE, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? Having a child compete? WHAT INSANITY IS THIS!?"

- When she explains who you are and what you can do and how you didn't even need a völundr, it only enraged him more. Humanity must be saved but you can't sacrifice a child to do it. You looked at him and you felt a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. He reminded you of...no...you didn't want to think of him right now.

- Hercules will then look at you and smile, complimenting you on how you did in battle and how he couldn't help but recognize his strength. You timidly tell him that it was one of your seven powers, the Strength of Hercules. An idea forms inside of his head and he suggests that even though you're both on opposite sides, that he should mentor you in how you use your strength.

Platonic Yandere! Hercules:

- Its so easy for you to warm up to him, he reminds you so much of Clark...before, you know. He's kind and compassionate and he has the right intentions. He felt familiar but safer if that made sense and considering you are a CHILD who is competing in DEATH MATCHES, you needed something familiar.

- Hercules is happy that you come to him so much, he sees you as a younger sibling, honestly. He protects you from people like Zeus, Poseidon, and Loki who might seek to harm you or "interrogate" you about your powers. He also will sneak over to the human's side to make sure Brunhilde isn't gonna use you as a secret weapon again. His new goal along with saving humanity is to make sure you survive this.

- He becomes family to you, a concept you yearned for. He scolds you when you get into hijinks, he's a good and patient teacher who truly shows you the potential of your strength, but he's also a very soft and kind person. When you tell him how you died, he hugs you and tells you that no one shall harm you like that. Not when he's around.

- It was a good thing but all good things come to an end. That darkness that overcame Superman? You begin to feel it. You think it started when you accidentally upset another God, much to the point they wanted to fight you then and there. You wanted to get back to Hercules but they kept fighting you and you tried to say Shazam but each attack was faster than the last. Then Hercules came to the rescue, except, it was much more violent than it needed to be. Nearly beating the god to death, he didn't stop until you transformed and used your strength to pull him off. He had crazed blood lust eyes for a minute but they softened when they looked at you.

- You want to pretend that your imagining it and you want to tell someone but who would believe you? Sure you had the power of the Gods but everyone knew you were just an orphan mortal child with a magic word. Hercules had a reputation for being a good and just person...but so was Superman. You try to distance yourself from Hercules a bit, saying that you couldn't make certain training times and then eventually you just stopped showing up at all.

- He doesn't like being lied to, (Y/n). He sees you when you laugh with Sasaki Kojiro or when you hang out with Goll. Hercules isn't sure why you're trying to avoid him but thats gonna have to change, you're too young to understand that just because you have powers doesn't mean you CAN'T get hurt. That's why you have to stay close to him. So he can protect you and keep you safe.

"By The Wisdom of Solomon!":

- Huh, that's something you don't see everyday. Buddha was iffy about Brunhilde choosing you but he won't deny, it's quite brilliant to fight the Gods with their own powers. Such a shame that a poor kid like you got stuck to this match.

- Buddha is the cool older brother, honestly. When you're walking over to Brunhilde to have the doctors check up on you, Buddha is all: "Hey, little buddy. Saw your fight out there, pretty impressive for someone your age."

- Your chest swells with pride at his words as you just try to fix your posture and look cool and composed, "Yeah, this kinda stuff isn't really new to me. I kinda fight guys like this, like, all the time." and Buddha laughs at your confident tone and hands you one of his treats.

- "Well, you seem like you've got everything covered. Just remember, don't get too cocky in a place like this."

- You nod your head, this time a more serious expression on your face. You know what he means but life and death isn't something new to you and now that you've been given a second chance to defend humanity, you're going to make sure you make all the right decisions to win this for everyone.

- Buddha seems to notice the determination in your eyes because he lets out a soft chuckle and pats your head, "Can tell I ignited that fire in ya. See you around, little buddy."

- You open your mouth to tell him that you could be a big buddy if you wanted to but then you blushed when you realized how stupid that sounded and he just cackled in the distance.

Platonic Yandere! Buddha:

- He shows up everywhere you're at. It wasn't just the Wisdom of Solomon telling you that something was wrong, it was that instinct you develop when you were on the run from Child Services kicking in that told you someone was following you. You didn't want to think that it was Buddha, he was so cool! He snuck you snacks, taught you some interesting things about your powers and how to use them, and how to mediate and other cool stuff!

- Still, you start to notice he began popping up more and more during your daily rounds in Ragnarok. You didn't really mind it since he was good company and considering how old everyone else was compared to you, he was like a cool Gen Z God (if you had to describe him) but lately, its been happening too much for your liking.

- Like when you were practicing your newest fighting skills and such and nearly fell, he showed up right behind you and caught you before you hit the ground. Asking how his favorite little buddy was doing, which was weird considering that you were in Shazam mode but even weirder was that you were pretty sure he was somewhere far away from the place you were training at. You didn't think much of it then but then it started happening more and more.

- No one else is allowed to befriend you, as well. For example, Sasaki was telling you stories of his old fights and you were both laughing but now when you run up to him to try and hang out, he just gives you a sad smile and says he sadly can't. The same even goes with the Valkyries sometimes, you don't know why they all hate you all of a sudden. You don't have much time to figure out the answer, of course, because Buddha will join you because you looked sad and offer you a snack.

- He hates seeing you upset, little buddy, he really does. But even with all those fancy powers, you're still just a little guy going up against Gods. Brunhilde can't be 100% trusted to look after you so Buddha will take that position. It goes to his head quick when he sees you hang out with others, almost as if you forgot about your best buddy! He knows it's selfish of him to isolate you but some of those humans will die, Buddha sure as Hell won't. So just stick with him, okay, little buddy?

"The Speed of Mercury!":

- What a curious thing you were. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation when it happened but if he had to summarize it; you, a child, somehow inherited the power of the gods and became an adult. He'd recognize his speed anywhere.

- You put it to good use as well, it seems. He watched you fight and sensed a sort of excitement during your battle. What shenanigans and plot twists will you bring little one?

- At the end of your fight, your grown self even has the audacity to grab the microphone from Hiemdall and announce to everyone: "I am not some kid! I am a member of the Justice League and a well respect hero! I risked my life protecting mankind and I'll risk my afterlife so...uh, EAT THAT, GODS!" and the gods gasped audibly while Hermes chuckled in amusement. It appears as though your maturity doesn't change with your body.

- No because he will still find it upsetting that Brunhilde chose a child as a champion, REGARDLESS OF YOUR POWERS. Unlike the other two, he doesn't exactly rush to meet you because its not really any of his business at the end of the day.

- However you both run into each other again and it's such a funny coincidence. You look him up and down and tell him: "So...You're Hermes...I didn't expect you to look so...butlery." and he just makes this surprised face at you but smiles at you, "Yes, I do suppose I look different from how humans envision me."

Platonic Yandere! Hermes:

- The adopted Dad who stepped up and will step on anyone who tries to do you harm. You don't understand, you just bring out this good humorous and playful side out of him a bit more. He isn't sure how, why, or when but you managed to worm your way into his heart.

- He really wouldn't have it any other way either. The mortals of your world were insane for letting a child like you fend for themselves, you're so sweet and well meaning, maybe a bit too arrogant for your own good but that's just with being a youth.

- He hates that you aren't on the same side, its just harder for him to keep track of you so he thinks of plans on how he can ease his worries. Switching sides obviously won't be any use, unless he uses force, but he'd rather resort to that last. He's just so conflicted on what he should do.

- Everyone is aware of his attachment to you, how dear you are too him and how he's already threatened multiple gods and humans alike to stay away because they either wanted to harm you or pit you against him. He isn't really that fond of Brunhilde because of the way he suspects she's turning you against him.

- NO BUT YOU KNOW HOW HE MAKES SONGS FOR THE FALLEN HUMANS? I garuntee you that he writes songs for you and, if you'll let him, will sing you to sleep. An experience that you never had growing up so you happily accept it. Oh, you're so trusting. The way you fall asleep so innocently when he could easily take you away right then and there. He pushes those thoughts away because you haven't done anything that would require him to go that far and he tucks you in. Wishing you pleasant dreams♡

#platonic yandere #ror buddha x reader #ror hercules x reader #ror hermes x reader #FIRST HERMES THING SO LEMME KNOW HOW IT IS. #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #yandere buddha ror #Yandere Hercules ror #yandere hermes ror #yandere x reader #yandere record of ragnarok x reader

[biceratops7]

Fuck I love episode 6 so much…

CW: detailed discussions of a PTSD attack and trauma, mentions of domestic violence

You know why?? Because my special interests is psychology BECAUSE IDK WHY TF IT’S SO HARD TO JUST LET MEN HAVE NORMAL ASS MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS.

Literally, every friggin’ character who’s (textually) traumatized and male has to be either a war veteran or a serial killer for some reason. Like where the hell are all the dudes who shut down, cry, have panic attacks, use comfort items, regress a bit in language capabilities till they’re more grounded, you know, things that trauma actually causes??

I think I blue screened of death like 5 times watching this episode cause I couldn’t believe the show was just… letting this happen. Like thank fuck, (and please correct me if I’m wrong because I do not have this condition) an actually accurate depiction of ptsd for once! And now kindly follow me into the land of bullet points to illustrate this more clearly.

Ed’s anxiety/ level of functioning is not homogenized. He’s shown throughout the episode to have varying degrees of tolerance to triggers depending on the context and his emotional state. Telling the story to people he trusts in a safe context shakes him up a bit, but he’s ultimately able to laugh it off. Being reminded of the trauma when the environment is super chaotic and he’s about to literally repeat the event with someone he deeply cares for causes a full blown flashback.

It follows the proper… anatomy I guess(?) of a ptsd attack. Ed’s subplot in this episode is spent mainly breaking down his defenses, so when eventually there’s a sensory reminder (trigger) of his trauma he’s not prepared for, there’s a big reaction. He experiences a flashback (unsolicited vivid remembering, can be so intense your subconscious thinks you’re actually there), and he has a completely realistic response to it. No one’s concerned with emasculating him or whatever the fuck, men get overwhelmed and burst into tears sometimes damnit! And afterwards he’s not just fine, he actually needs to be grounded, attempting to take care of himself before Stede comes and helps him calm down completely. This isn’t seen as weak in the slightest, it’s just extremely unrealistic to expect someone to do such a thing quickly or without help.

There’s nuance and complexity. It’s unclear whether or not Ed’s breakdown was ultimately caused by the mention of the kraken, or the banging sounds of the puppet. It’s not supposed to be clear, not even to Ed. It’s obvious that witnessing the abuse of his mother and killing his father are not easily separated events in his memory. Trauma isn’t clean and pretty like that, and it doesn’t draw a perfectly traceable line from past to present in a one to one ratio.

He’s shown to continuously have triggers, it’s not just treated as a plot device cause we need Ed to break down and admit to attempted murder. And again they aren’t cleanly connected to the major traumatic event of killing his father, but rather smaller things that used to be unsafe day to day. The banging on the door explicitly reminds him of growing up with domestic abuse and watching Izzy fight Stede does so implicitly, being unable to even watch a loved one be put in psychical danger much less intervene.

And the absolute best part, what should be so friggin’ easy to do yet so many shows apparently prove that wrong, is that the framing doesn’t ridicule or belittle Ed for his emotions once. Not one single time. In a comedy no less. Oh sure the scene where he’s crying in a bathtub is fucking hilarious, but absolutely none of the humor comes from the fact that he’s crying in a bathtub. Because the writers know this kind of subject matter should be treated with gravity and are actually talented enough to do so without a weird out of nowhere tone shift. The closest I can think of to Ed’s trauma responses being seen as “funny” is when he falls out of the curtain sobbing and the Dutchmen freak out very cartoonishly and run away. But even then it’s clearly the Dutchmen who are the butt of the joke.

I get the same vibes as when they decided not to depict the abuse of Ed’s mother on screen. They not only portrayed this subject matter correctly but did so thoughtfully. They clearly wrote this episode while considering the needs of those who’d actually be able to relate to it.

#again #I do not have ptsd #this is based on either what I’ve researched or whitnessed very closely in loved ones #but it still may not be enough so take this with a grain of salt #ofmd #our flag means death #meta #Blackbeard #Edward teach #1x06 #1x6 #episode 6 #analysis #mental health in media #Ed’s trauma #biceratops #blackbonnet #Stede bonnet

[xydamcg]

Newest member 4

Ghost x f character

Cw: childhood trauma, character lore, weird helo pilots, the dark

Summary: Childhood trauma? Check.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

The rest of the ride to the RV point was quiet, neither of them speaking a word to the other. The silence was getting too loud so Ty had turned on the radio a song her mother use to sing playing which soon had her changing the channel. “Is it true what they said about your father?” Ghost asked suddenly, her eyes squinted as she continued to look out the window. “What do they say Ghost?” She asked not wanting to talk about whatever he was going to bring up but she felt like something had to give for this unknown origin of hostility to drop between you two. “About him forcing you into the military, how he wanted you to prove his family name worthy, how he nearly traded you for intel.” The usual gossip of her last name fluttered around the base, she had present for 3 days and was being talked about already. Most people liked to talk to her about the great things her father did like she fought those battles with him.

“Yeah all of it is true and they still praise him like he's the greatest man to walk the earth. I know men far greater than him from past squadrons that aren't praised like him. They think i'm a ticking bomb? Well he's a walking land mind." She scoffed her eyes glued to the passing trees. "He's not the hero they say he is?" Ghost asked peeking over at her. "Far from it but that is what he wants everyone to think." She remarked, how did they get on the topic of her dad and why wasn't she protecting the family name? "He's a liar, he's manipulative and worst of all he's an abuser and murderer." She said hissed quietly her grip tightening on her arms. "He trained me for the military since i was 12 he said only reason he wasn't training me younger was because i was a girl and i'm easier to break then a boy, he told me that would be the only thing he gave me a pass for. Everyday since that day was hell until i turned 22. That's when i left his squadron and moved states away. I haven't spoke to him since, i'm afraid that he'll show up one day, take me back and show me a new meaning to the word hell." She hadn't realized her leg was bouncing away until ghost rested a heavy hand on it.

"You won't be going anywhere, Price wouldn't allow it, Gaz and johnny certainly wouldn't allow it." Ty rolled her teary eyes as she laughed a little. Gaz and Soap had taken a liking to their newest Lt which she couldn't say she minded much. She looked down at Ghost's hand that still rested on her leg, she couldn't understand him. He was giving too many different signals, did he like her enough to comfort her or did he enjoy insulting her? Maybe she was reading too much into things. "Wolves don't concern themselves with the opinions of sheep." Ghost said making her look over at him as he pulled his hand away. "Where's that from?" she asked curiously. "My father, another one of these greatest men to walk the earth you'd say." He said lightly, was he teasing? She couldn't tell because of the damned mask.

Ty didn't engage for more, her emotions were going haywire inside of her and she knew the truth behind the mystery of Simon Riley would be discovered another day. Tonight wouldn't be the day, she was growing more and more tired as the minutes ticked by. It wasn't too much longer until they reached their RV point where a helo was waiting. Ghost got out first before walking around and helping Ty out the car. Upon seeing the pair the helo's propellers began to whirl to life..they could have waited until they were inside to start it up. Helo pilots were the worst assholes ever, especially from outside your squadron. Ghost covered her head with the coat of his suit best he could to shield her from the wind, her black hair whipping around like a dark tornado.

Ducking into the helo, she quickly found a seat before ghost took place next to her. She tugged her dress down some as she noticed the wondering eyes on one of the pilots, she crossed her legs and turned her knees toward ghost not wanting to give out anymore sneak peeks unpaid. Ghost draped his suit coat over her shoulders giving her the necessary privacy she needed for the time being. She looked toward ghost and smiled slightly in thanks. A curt nod was given as they began to lift off, Ghost took one of the headsets and pulled one of the earmuffs over his ear. Ty watched as the ground got smaller and smaller until they were flying over the city toward the coast. Ty looked up at ghost noticing he seemed to be saying something to her. "What?! i can't hear you over the propellers!" She yelled cupping her mouth with her hand so he could hear her even though they were right next to each other. Ghost leaned toward her ear as she too leaned in his direction to pick up what he was saying. Ty felt her stomach flutter in a weird way feeling his nose brush against her ear. "You should get some rest, we'll be at base by sunrise!" Hearing him much better than before she nodded giving him a thumbs up.

She shifted slightly as she rested her head back against the netted wall, her eyes immediately closing but not for long as she felt ghost slip his arm under her neck so it wasn't so crooked. Ty yawned as she turned her face toward his chest so her hair wasn't smacking her so much. Being this close to ghost even after a long mission like tonight, he smelled surprisingly fresh. He smelled like home, cedar word burning and fresh mint on a cold day, his manly musk barely making an appearance.

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Ty didn't know when she had actually fallen asleep but she was awoken by Ghost, her eyes falling on two familiar figures just off the helo wrap that had lowered. She was too tired to recognize who from where she sat. "Here already?" she asked as Ghost helped her to her feet. Nearly slipping on the ramp going down price and Soap ready to catch her clumsy form. "Welcome home Aves, i trust the mission went well." Price yelled over the slowly propellers, Ty was too tired to process anything simply taking off the earrings and dropping them into Price's hand smiling sleepily. "Got you some socks Ty." Johnny said but again Ty couldn't really hear them so she smiled again taking the socks blowing Soap a kiss. She used both men for support as she put the fresh socks on her cold footies. Ty realized ghost wasn't off the helo, as she turned she noticed him coming down the ramp flexing his hand. The propellers slowly whirled to a stop and she stepped toward ghost. "Everything alright?" she asked peeking behind him at the pilots but Soap blocked her view as they began walking. Ghost simply nodded leaving no room to investigate more.

The cafetria was just opening as the trio entered their building, Soap running for an early snack while saying they have the best stuff this early. Ty laughed at him as her and Ghost continued to the dorms. By the time they actually reached their dorms Ty was walking with her eyes Ghost having to pull her out of the way of something or catch her from falling over. That stupid little giggle would leave her lips as he set her right on her feet again. Ty slumped softly against the wall as Ghost fiddled with her jammed door. "Ghost.." she moaned sleepily her head bobbing as she struggled to keep it up, Ghost turned hearing such a noise come from her. "Let's just go to your dorm, forget the door. l'm so so tired." She whined tugging weakly on his sleeve as she staggered to his door only feet away. Ghost looked at her door before the dimly lit barracks, opening her door without scaring her out of her zombie-like slumber and triggering half the barracks would be futile. Ghost left the door and moved to his own where he slipped the key inside, Ty mumbling incoherently to the wall. As the door opened Ghost guided her inside hoping no one was witnessing this right now. They would be the talk of the base for eternity, Ghost didn't think he was ready for that one. Ty drifted toward his bed absentmindedly, plopping on the edge she sleepily pulled his suit coat from her shoulders holding it toward him. Ghost collected it and quickly traded it for a shirt of his.

Her dark sleepy eyes opened for a moment before registering what it was and standing. "Can you unzip me?" She asked waddling toward him before she turned her back showing off the zipper much too high for her sleepily hand to reach. Ghost pushed all of her hair over her shoulder before peeling down her zipper, a sigh of relief escaped her lips as she was released from sequin prison. "Thanks." she mumbled shuffling back to the bed where the dress dropped down to her ankles and she began to unclasp her bra. Dropping that next to her dress Ghost finally spoke up. "How much more you planning on taking off?" Ty snorted as she pulled his shirt on her head finally, the material stopping just above her knees. "You pay for the show Ghost not the girl." she told him as she drew the cover back before climbing inside moving to the side against the wall. As Ghost came closer she was almost thinking that he was going to actually sleep next to her but as he took one of the pillows and turned toward the couch near the door she internally deflated. Cutting out the light and finally laying her head down she stared at the dark wall. It was unsettling at how dark it was and not being able to see Ghost from she laid made her suddenly restless. "Goodnight Ghost." She called out into the dark. "Goodnight Ty." He responded almost a minute later.

#cod mw22 #ghost #simon riley #soap mw2 #captain price #series #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #141 #modern warfare #original content #fem reader #call of duty

[thefanfictiontaria]

The influence of feelings on change of actions

Fandom: Dreams Of An Insomniac

Genre: hurt/comfort

TW: death, violence, gore (non-graphic), suicide attempt, mentions of manipulation and abuse

Characters: Klaus, Jack

Something has been on Klaus's mind for all too long. Anger built up.

⚠️This one contains very heavy topics. If any of the things mentioned in "TW" makes you uncomfortable, please do not proceed. I don't want any of my work to cause harm. ⚠️

Inspired by the song Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons. I'm not sorry for the tears to come lol

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Greed and sadism.

The two things that drove Klaus to do what he does.

He's always been like that, or at least it seemed. Always with a plan to make others suffer. More and more deaths on his conscience left no regret. Some of the victims stabbed more than was needed, some with unnecessary mutilation. Murder was in his blood, as far as whatever he was made of counted.

And yet, he was never satiated.

He always felt an emptiness in a small corner of his mind. Attempts of making it go away consumed his waking hours.

The deaths seemed to become more and more brutal.

Entire mags loaded into one body for no reason other than pure rage.

An axe swung with unfathomable force into a corpse to relieve emotions.

Horrifying screams of mental anguish that accompanied the acts of violence.

Jack silently watched the descent into madness.

They've been too silent lately.

Klaus hated it when they used to talk for hours on end, being able to rant about anything. He was too annoying.

Now he was too quiet.

"God, just say something!"

Jack flinched at the harsh command. The two have been sitting in their temporary shelter waiting for the sunrise to go to sleep. Jack managed to steal a box of puzzles from a home of one of their victims and was now entertaining themself with it while Klaus was supposed to make a new plan.

"W-what...?" Jack stuttered out.

"You heard me! Say something! You've been so silent! Are you hiding any secrets?!" The tone was louder with every word.

"Secrets? What secrets? We're almost always together! And what secrets would I even have?" The green creature begun getting defensive.

"I don't know! You tell me!"

"I don't have any secrets!"

"Then why have you been so silent?!"

Jack began laughing.

"You're a hypocrite."

"Excuse me?" The sudden switch slightly startled Klaus.

"You. Are. A. Fucking. Hypocrite." The monster got up, standing almost twice as tall as the rat. "You always interrogate me. You're always so fucking paranoid. But then when I ask anything, you lash out. I'm not allowed to know where we're going next, I'm not supposed to know our plan up until the last second, hell, I don't even know your first victim's full name, for Six's sake! You're a narcissistic, greedy fucker. I don't even know why I still listen to you!"

Klaus just stood there frozen. It wasn't fear, no. It was a dawning realization. But as always, he pushed it back.

"Y-you-!" He felt helpless. He grabbed a pistol and aimed it at his partner in desperation. "Cut that shit out!"

"No, I'm fucking done." Jack just laughed. "I'm leaving."

Klaus cocked the gun with shaky hands, realizing he didn't do it before. He tried to regain composure, aiming once again right in the middle of the other's chest.

"You won't do that to me, Klaus."

He stopped. That voice.

Jack never used his first victim's voice. It was usually a whispered mix of all their latest victims, unless it had to be used for trickery.

The voice of Jack Walker was lost to time, that's what Klaus thought at least.

But it wasn't, and it's sound brought along memories.

And then he broke.

He dropped the gun. His knees slowly gave out. The memories flooded his head.

He used to have happy moments. He used to talk with Jack normally, even laugh sometimes!

What the hell happened?!

Their relationship used to rely on trust, but now... He looked at the tall figure of his ex-friend. Instead of a comrade, he saw something broken escaping from a cage. It shouldn't be like this! When did mutual respect turn into abuse and imbalance of power?

He felt a liquid on his cheeks. Was he... crying? He never cries! Klaus is intimidating and sadistic! Why was he suddenly so vunerable?!

With every tear he hated himself more. He hated his emotions. He hated his actions.

He raised the gun again, this time to his own head. Without thinking further, he pulled the trigger, shooting himself.

Or at least he tried, because in that moment Jack leapt forward, knocking the weapon out of the pink monster's hand, the bullet missing it's target.

"What are you doing?!" They yelled out as the gun crashed against the floor. He grabbed Klaus's hands to restrain him from trying again.

"I-I- you- I don't know! I don't want you to hurt more! I'm the cause, so I just have to get rid of myself, right?!" He was desperate again, but in a different way. "Why did you even fucking stay with me? I caused you so much pain!"

"Well, you pretty much made me feel that if I left I'd be useless..." Jack answered truthfully. They began to feel slight sympathy for Klaus.

"Oh my Six... No you- you should leave. You-" He cut himself off, taking a few steps back, freeing himself from the other's grasp.

"Klaus-"

"Leave! Go! Just-just go! I don't want to hurt you anymore!" He wanted to physically push Jack away before he remembered the hurt he caused and stopped himself with a sob. "Please... I don't want to- It's all my fault! Y-you flinch when I come closer! You- I abused you! And I don't even know why!" At that point his words were barely audible, sobs and hiccups racking his entire body.

"C'mon. I can be pretty annoying, it's not all your fault-" Jack said; despite the situation he was still taking the blame.

"No! It's not your fault, it's my fucking actions! I put our relationship on the line for some efficiency in killing bullshit! Six, I really fucked this up..." He was sitting on the floor sobbing.

"You did, but it doesn't mean we can't change." Jack dropped to Klaus's level. "We can go back to being partners again! Just please, tell me if something's wrong instead of shutting me out and taking it out on me, okay?" They tried to smile weakly, but it was hard.

Klaus suddenly leapt forward and enveloped his partner in a hug. Jack flinched.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so so fucking sorry. And I know sorry won't do shit, but I'll try to be better. I'll try my goddamn best." He whispered. It was sincere. The green monster returned the hug. But then Klaus let go as if he remembered something suddenly. Jack watched puzzled as he ran out. He returned with a few branches and began putting them into a... nest?

"What is that?"

"A nest!" Klaus exclaimed proudly. "I heard Winfrey and Clyde make this as a bed and cuddle in it, so... I was wondering if we could-" he was swooped from the ground before he could finish. Jack placed them both comfortably in the nest. He hugged Klaus close. Even if his breakdown was an act, they wanted to relish in the moment.

Meanwhile Klaus shed one last tear. Of joy. The small empty space was full again. The two drifted to sleep, hopeful.

#doai #dreams of an insomniac #tarias oneshot #doai au #doai klaus #doai jack #hurt/comfort #tw sui talk #tw death #tw abuse #fanfic #oneshot

[fatestayyuri]

Finished Ward Act 2.

thoughts under cut.

I live in hell, lament.

I don't mean to be a hater more than like, what's comedic in the liveblogs to sell the bit. but also whenever i give this fucking serial an inch it throws sand in my eyes and spits on my face. when i go "oh this interaction with children is sweet, i'm glad that Vicky is at least to get some measure of comfort vicariously" they hit me with the "actually one of them might be powered so we have to funnel them into the paramiltary death squad fasttrack" and "Victoria is now going to be a freelance strikebreaker, but this time with Less Oversight". she also wants to fuck her therapist so like, sure. fuck it. i guess we're at that point now.

it's so fucked up very clearly seeing the artifice surrounding the actual genuine compelling core of the story of someone with terminal copbrain due to her trauma and upbringing learning to heal get fucking, impaled fourteen hundred times over by Wildbow moments. There's nascent themes here! of healing! of loss! of taking uneasy, shaky steps forward and trying to mesh the inherent hypocrisy of knowing your abuser deserves a second chance but feeling like that you'd rather kill both of you than be the one to give it to them. I Get It. i really do. but also please stop framing the strikebreaking like it's a good thing.

Sorry i just need to go on here to say that it's supremely funny to me that throwing cars in front of people during a panicked evacuation because they disrespected her Special Baby Girl authority is AFTER all of the conflict counselling is so fucking good. Like??? this is after, huh. it's okay since civies aren't people i suppose, just cargo and luggage

I'm not actually sure if wildbow knows what a strike is. "they're not striking, the two construction groups have just banded together to withhold labor", you say? I don't know maybe it's an intentional oversight on the character's part but at least mention that, goddamn. was he really that proud of the insult Glory Hole to use it twice, too? every time he tries to be witty i genuinely sink into my seat and start boiling alive in second-hand shame. that flirting scene was fucking terrible and the "wow so witty" he gave himself was fucking terrible.

^Wild thing to put slip in there, by the way. "yeah they acted like a union, y'know, making sure the kids were educated, sane, not being SLUTS, not being abused, etc etc"

These writeups aren't edited or like cohesive or coherent at all almost entirely because if wildbow doesn't feel the need to why should i. fuck off, it's ward.

oh right! the therapy group! the therapy group pisses me off so much dude I hate that i love them all i hate that their dynamics are good i hate that they have good chemistry and play off each other and that they feel believable and I hate that i'm gonna read more of this just to see them. Fuck me

uhhh lemme just go down the list... I haven't been given enough information on Chris but I'm liking what i'm seeing tbh, he's cagey and kind of idealistic but also he's like. 13. that's just how they are it's very convincing

Kenzie is good! i like her! she[realises i'm gonna write "is very convincing and compelling for all of these] uhhhhh mirrors a lot of the hangups i had as a kid but also I do in fact completely understand why everyone else wanted me Not In Danger back then

Ashley is too good and hot for Victoria "Cop" Dallon. that is all.

Byron and Tristan are a really interesting character concept to me actually; I have cogent thoughts whirling around in my brain but the only joke i have is that what if they starred in a variant of All or Nothing wouldn't that be fucked up

Rain O' Fire Frazier. She's so trans-coded it's unreal. I love her and how fucked up she is and how she's literally just in this to not get Murderized by her metaphorical family. Girl Same. It is really funny that she gets introduced with a functional kanji pun,

shows up with all her shit fucked up and cracked,

and then leaves with the closest thing of explicit lesbianism that Wildbow has written other than Victoria Dallon's weird thing with the milf therapist.

but from what i hear of Wildbow i'm pretty sure he'll add in a passage about her wanting to settle down with a nice Decidedly Male guy and get pregnant or whatever.

the main thing about Sveta is that she goes "well i *see* myself as disabled" while being like. a quadruple amputee. girl if you are not disabled who is

god. i love these characters. it's such a shame that they're gonna become cops. i hate it here. i hate that i'm gonna read like 1.8 million more words of this. fuck me. fuuuuuuuuuuck.

all in all 7/10 so far

#ward lb

[jeskoholic]

A Heater for Her Thighs - Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon

Authornim: Yup, just a small piece with an idea that would be fit for this year’s Halloween. This is probably my most NSFW and explicit work to date. The tags as well as the TWs would give you a good enough of an idea about why. Please proceed with your own caution as the imageries and descriptions in this story are really not suitable for immature audiences. You have been warned.

This story was inspired by an existing song of which I am a huge fan of, translated and slightly altered to fit my personal narrative style. I’ll include the name of that song at the end of the story in order to avoid spoilers (the title is pretty much is a hint on the song though.). I understand that these kinds of stories are not for everyone, so no worries if you’re not comfortable and I’ll see you on the next update!

Once again, a very, very, VERY NSFW piece for Halloween… Let me know what you think once you’re done with it.

WORD COUNT: 12.6k

TAGS: Male Reader x Kim Yoohyeon, Fluff (?), Dark Fantasy, Supernatural Love, Twisted Romance, Love and Death, Body Horror (?), Zombies and the Undead, Horror Imagines

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains a lot of violent actions, Depictions of violence towards idols/women, Depictions of violence towards the main character, Mentions and implications of sex, Imageries of Hell, necrophilia, abuse, mental Illness, Imageries and descriptions of blood, Gore, Murder, Swearing, degradation (?), cannibalism, paranoia, Depictions of Death, Body Horror, Explicit language, Sadism, Very fucked up story overall.

Enjoy!

This was a bitch to write.

Happy Halloween!

Masterlist

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You had your legs situated under the table of your old apartment, tapping the wooden ground endlessly in a quiet display of anxiety. The small décor you placed around the dining room was criminally minimal despite having a greater purpose for that particular evening, which explains the impending worry you had in your mind. Scent of molten wax lingered about the air as the candles danced clueless into the void; their flames echoing a soft illumination that joined the minimal lighting you arranged for that night. Your sole company for that worrisome approach were two plates of carefully cooked dinner as well as the euphonious rhythm of the blues and jazz you set as a background. It sure sounded romantic and invigorating and yet it did exactly the opposite to your feeble seated figure.

A sound of a door opening felt like a shriek that broke into the silence as well as your misplaced concentration. The stillness of your rising distress halted in one fell swoop the moment that the love of your life, your girlfriend of many years Kim Yoohyeon, entered the room. However, as much as Yoohyeon was the one who could keep you in upright and positive equilibrium, she was also the unwitting source of dread for that arrangement.

“Hello my love,” Your girlfriend greeted you as she sat opposite you on the humble dining table; her expressive eyes gazing at you with concern. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting, but at least I took care of the things that we won’t be interrupted just like you asked me. Shall we start, my love?”

“Y-yes…” you croak; the tapping that came from your leg seemingly became a lot worse when she finally arrived at the scene. You could not even figure out if you were doing it to quench your unbridled anxiety or your leg cramped entirely on its own.

“Are you okay?” asked Yoohyeon in utmost concern. You planted your eyes on her in response; a bit forced and divided whether it was caused by care or fear. “You look pale. Are you really nervous? This was your idea, my love. Please, keep calm and just let the moment flow with you. I’m here with you; don’t be afraid.”

As an act of control, you placed your hand heavily over your thigh; effectively stopping your leg from trembling before Yoohyeon could even sense the tension going on with your sorry being.

“S-sorry… you just l-look beautiful…”

Even with that mousy reply, Yoohyeon found the beauty in your words and sensed that something you planned was already in effect. You were never the type who could keep still when something was going on and having known you for years, Yoohyeon could already tell that there was something behind the scenes just by looking at your eyes. However, even if she had her hints she still elected to play along your little game and act blind with your plans. It’s not like going for a candle-lit dinner devoid of any occasion was not suspicious to her at all.

You sat there opposite her as you feel your heart about to burst out of your chest. You had Yoohyeon for years and years and this was the night you planned to tie the knot: you gained traction and finally decided to propose to her and make her yours forever.

It was time for you to marry Kim Yoohyeon.

“Yoohyeon … my love…” you began as you finally asked her to stand up. You ignored all sense of ceremony and formality inside your head and decided to jump the gun right away. The dinner was more of an afterthought; you only used it to lure her with you alone. At least then, if everything went with how you planned for it then you have something to talk over dinner.

You stood from your chair, carefully waltzed around to Yoohyeon’s position where she mimicked the same action out of confusion. She already supplied you with a tilt of her head, signalling her interest on what was to follow while you fished a small box from your pocket. There was no sense of build-up; no small talks between, no nothing. You were there and she was with you. You gathered the courage and it was your moment of truth. You gave her sharp eyes a final glance before you sank to the floor on one knee, prying open the box for her to finally see the diamond ring hidden within.

“Yoohyeon, my love, will you marry me?”

Then, silence.

Even with the gentle play of the music in the background, you never felt the atmosphere as dead as ever. Yoohyeon was frozen in silence, utterly shocked that you reached that degree or even the had the courage to ask her of it. The next minutes were torture to you. She never moved a single muscle nor twitched even a single bit of her hair after you asked for her answer. You were nervous as she never stood that emotionless than before; so dead, so expressionless and so dreadful. It was far worse than her having to reject you right on the spot; telling you that you made a mistake for asking her for marriage on that very dinner.

And yet what you viewed as worst, Yoohyeon did what was far more vile and cruel than that.

She laughed.

At first you thought that she was chuckling out of joy; that the love of your life found the small gesture thoughtful and that she was showing her appreciation for it. It would have been such an adorable conclusion; you would have been really stressed for nothing as she finally gave her confirmation and agreement to be your fiancé and later on your wife…

No, it was not. The laughter that escaped your girlfriend’s lips was maniacal and plunged deeper and deeper onto her mocking you, just the cackle continued on and on and on. You stopped dead; shivers ran down your spine as you witnessed Yoohyeon swat the ring out of your reach and set it crashing onto the ground. It clanged noisily against the wooden floor, bounced with every your hope and love lost with its wreck.

Once she was done mocking you for even daring to propose to her, she gave the answer that was the final nail in the coffin.

“No… why would I do that, my love? Why would I marry a loser such as you? There’s no way!”

And then she proceeded to guffaw as your entire body crumbled in desperation, losing the built-up confidence you took so long to prepare for that night…

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“S-sorry… you just l-look beautiful…”

Even with that mousy reply, Yoohyeon found the beauty in your words and sensed that something you planned was already in effect. You were never the type who could keep still when something was going on and having known you for years, Yoohyeon could already tell that there was something behind the scenes just by looking at your eyes. However, even if she had her hints she still elected to play along your little game and act blind with your plans. It’s not like going for a candle-lit dinner devoid of any occasion was not suspicious to her at all.

You sat there opposite her as you feel your heart about to burst out of your chest. You had Yoohyeon for years and years and this was the night you planned to tie the knot: you gained traction and finally decided to propose to her and make her yours forever.

It was time for you to marry Kim Yoohyeon.

However, you saw things differently that felt like they were played out like a hole movie; they unfolded in your mind as if they were a premonition of your inevitable defeat and it drove you crazy from the inside-out. You were scared; no, you were terrified of how things would unfold had Yoohyeon decide to reject your proposal. You would lose your only world. You would lose the one thing that made things sensible for you in your unfair existence. You would lose Kim Yoohyeon, the love of your life, and you do not want that to happen ever.

You wanted to be with her forever; be by her side through thick and thin. If there was even a slight chance to get rid of the possibility, you were all for it. That was when your mind went black. You gave in to the demons that were telling you what you should do.

Eyeing the knife that lay on your plate, you shivered as you finally stood up in the imposing silence. Your girlfriend Yoohyeon lay confused at the sudden change of your demeanour as well as the expression that lay on your face. You used to be so pale and worried and now you look so eerily happy; in fact, the smile that was etched on your face was twisted and borderline sadistic and you were echoing a soft yet maniacal cackle.

“M-my love, are you o-okay?” she asked in fear, beginning to stand in reaction to your odd posture. The wooden chair creaked noisily as its feet got dragged across the tainted floor. “M-my love…?”

Her pleas dropped into nothing as your thoughts began fixated on to one thing: if she was the one who could rid of your love for her, then even your precious Yoohyeon should go. You intend to end all possibilities before they even became reality. You were not willing to take the risk only for you to break in the end.

You curved your lips into a deranged smile, grabbing the blade you prepared on the table and gave chase to your poor girlfriend. Yoohyeon looked at you in terror, struck in disbelief at the sudden change of the man she once loved. She did not need more than enough evidence to see that you intend to kill her; a goal that seemingly came off of nowhere. Regardless of the motivation, she scrambled to her feet in attempt to flee through the door of the house you two shared together; the raw thought of you chasing her with a knife seemingly silenced her due to her immediate trauma. She still lingered in disbelief that you could do something similar to her.

The length of your limbs gave you enough advantage that you were able to reach the door before she did, effectively shutting her off from the only remaining access to the outside. You stalked her like a hungry lion and aimed the sharp cutter up high, ready to inflict damage to the woman you once valued with all of your life at the first chance you could get to do it. All Yoohyeon‘s screams dissolved into the evening; the remote place of your house eliminated the possibility for her calling for help and that was what you needed. Eventually, Yoohyeon backed onto a corner… a wall that rendered her virtually unable to escape from your approaching and murderous visage.

“M-my love, please…” she breathed out in attempt to console to her lover within you. She was desperate as she sank onto the floor with her hands up high in surrender. Those small pleas served as the final words that escaped the mouth of your girlfriend, her life flashing before her very eyes.

Your mouth seemingly moved on its own, replying a set of words Yoohyeon never even imagined to escape from your lips.

“Come here my love~ come here you fucking bitch.”

You held on to Yoohyeon’s wrist with excessive force, denying any chance of the woman before you to even escape your clutches. With the blade that you held high on your left hand, you repeatedly released deep and piercing stabs that tore through her skin as the demon finally took over you. Her screams of agony were drowned in repeated struggle; you covering her mouth with you bare hands and her fighting to her best against it. All of that happened while your hand went to do the rest of your bloody work.

Yoohyeon’s pleas and fracas became more and more adamant just as the cold, silver steel continued to puncture her being further and further, leaving wounds all over her once-perfect body. You had nothing else on your mind but to kill; to murder the very girlfriend you were intending to marry mere moments ago, and even more so her appeals went to loose noise as her voice began to lose steam. You two were a scarlet mess with most of her blood splashing on the wall she was leading against. It was a lot of stabs that you lost count of our immense frenzy, and the fall of Yoohyeon’s body was evidence to that deranged trance you underwent in a split second. Her eyes; the very glassy ones that showed you love and affection were now ruined, only showing the terror that you, yourself, had given her poor and decimated soul.

The pair of you lay along the floor in a flood of crimson with you straddling the disembodied mess that was once the body of your girlfriend as soon you finished your work of art. You had no idea if she still had some life with her, yet her eyes were clearly full of sorrow and shock on her last moments. You knew that it was bound to come at that point; the fear caused you to think better of yourself and murder her then and there. However, even with that violent display your demons still were not contented. You wanted to humiliate her even beyond the grave.

Through the sanguine pool around you, you examined the unmoving body of your partner under you. Despite the savage display and the ripples of each and every blow you drove on her body, most of Yoohyeon’s beautiful features were still laid there as her face was left untouched. Bloodied, sure, but you could still make up the astounding features that made her so breath-taking. And then, with the rip that her clothes made you eyed the stab on her very chest, right above her heart. You don’t know what came over you, but you ripped her sternum open with brute strength. You were quickly greeted with the sight of her very heart only moments from losing the beating that gave her life.

That was what you wanted. You wanted her heart quite literally.

You ripped her heart out right before her lifeless eyes, and if ever there was still a bit of life left in her, that was surely the one that sent her to her impending death. It was so inviting; you finally had her heart on your hands and yet you still would not yield with your desires. Having someone else have her muscle on your hands would be your greatest nightmare you could think of. So the best course of action was to deny anyone from ever having it.

Never in your sane mind did you imagine yourself eating the raw heart of a human being, let alone your girlfriend. However, there you were tearing through the thick muscle with your bare teeth like it was nothing. The sheer contact your teeth made against the soft tissue felt immaculate while your taste fell numb. The way that the blood painted your face and body while you took your time consuming Yoohyeon’s heart would terrify anyone else unfortunate enough to walk into you, but you loved the idea that she was finally yours. You were quite lucky that no one else dared to even check on you, or they were just as twisted and heartless as you were for playing deaf with Yoohyeon’s cries of help.

Then again, every chew and tear you made with the mess on your fingers seemed to drive you deeper into madness. You eyed Yoohyeon’s dead body and there were still a lot more… perverted ways that you could do with her. You were essentially corrupted by your own carnal desires. There was so much free moments now that you were alone and even she could not stop you if she wanted to…

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Days after your macabre art, you spent your hours locked in with yourself with the dead body of Yoohyeon being your sole company in your own twisted world. You cleaned and washed the blood stains off of your beautiful woman, carefully took care of her mangled body and moved to the next stage that your demented mind was telling you. Of course, because the hacks and stabs you made against her body left most of her limp limbs unsightly with the obvious tears on her skin and the occasional gaps, you beckoned yourself to sew her wounds back together with some makeshift needles as well as all the steel wires you could find around your rural household.

One by one, you took your time to secure the rest of her deceased body that she may be whole and functioning like she used to be. The loss of buckets and buckets of blood caused her skin to turn chalk-white, almost borderline grey, only complimenting the periodical stitches you gave her throughout her entire body. Once you were done, Yoohyeon was back to how you remember her being; albeit looking sinister with all the stitches that were distributed all over her body yet still managed that youthful bliss of her beautiful face.

However, even with that excellent display of your creativeness sometimes her body could only take so much. Parts of her body would often fall apart and all that was left to do was to sew them back together. You did not mind. In your head, she looked most perfect than ever. You even danced with her body along with the same jazz music that played while you killed her days prior, all to your hearts’ content. Even until Yoohyeon’s head broke off loose from her neck, you merely sew it back together and went on with your life. That was the celebration for the eternity you intend to spend with her, trapped on the same four corners you had to yourselves for years to come and it was just the first days before it all began.

Then again, you still were not satisfied.

You and Yoohyeon shared a bed a couple of times into your relationship and you were no strangers to the fantasies of sex. However, even with the pleasure and satisfaction you both gave to each other the weakness of the human body always offered a form of limitation. You always had to consider everything that would come every time you and Yoohyeon had sex and admittedly she would often cut you when you clearly wanted more of her. Now, Yoohyeon’s body was pendulous and yielding to you no matter what you wanted of her, and even if you took her to bed for the entire evening she would not complain whatsoever.

You had her dead frame all over your command and you intend to exert every limit you could with her desecrated frame.

As every day unfolded, you almost spent your entire day nude and constantly railing Yoohyeon’s lifeless and stitched body. You thrust your ever needy cock inside the cavity between her legs, feeling the immortal sensation of her naturally squeezing your length all throughout. It was just how she was when she was living, only with the exception of her cold body adding a sense of satisfaction whenever you heated her insides with your friction. You were relentless; intending to fuck her dead and flopping body all over the house to satisfy your needs. You railed her over the bed while you had her legs anchored around you, over the dining table while you positioned her like a dog and rammed her from behind, and even at the back yard whilst the moon and stars lay witness to your perverted and disrespectful ways. You never seemed to care. It took a good while to get used to Yoohyeon’s absence of moans while you continued to pound her but that was perhaps the best part; at least you could get to rail her even with your other neighbors passing by. They would never know what you were doing with her body under the table.

Countless number of times you defiled her dead body and the thrill was already getting to your head; raping her to your heart’s content that she could not even complain of anything with what you do to her even if it would normally hurt her human being. That was the best part. Kim Yoohyeon was your man-made sex-doll, customized and tailored to all your likings and fetishes that you dare not convey to her when she was still alive. In your eyes, you were still fucking Yoohyeon albeit she was on a deep sleep. You knew she felt every trail of semen you shot deep in her womanhood. The sensations were too real that you could sometimes feel a ghost of her moan escaping from her head mouth.

You repeatedly disrespected her body. You applied all sense of sexual fantasies you conjured up on your mind and you dared not to leave anything behind. You tied her; you fucked her from behind, rode her, fucked her mouth, fucked her standing, over the stove, over the dining table, strapped her on, pegged yourself and felt the satisfaction of having your hole expanded like hers… You did anything imaginable until you grew personally tired of her for the day and you would not even hear a simple complaint from her especially as you dumped all your cum all over her holes. You were fulfilled of everything that your warped mind was telling you to do so. You were creative on everything, sure, yet you were corrupted by your very carnal and hellish desires. Your debauched thirsts were more than just quenched, and then when days would pass you would still keep on thinking what else to do with her mangled form. If you had one, then you’d proceed to take her on towards your darker path once again. It went on and on and on until you cannot anymore.

Often times when you would not let Yoohyeon’s freshly fucked body alone on the bed next to you, you would place her on a standing and decorated coffin you made yourself. You made sure that you situated it right next to the television just so you can have a perfect view of her resting body while you enjoyed your shows. Despite being so horrid with her, you still loved the body of your girlfriend. You made sure to place and decorate her coffin with photos of you both, taken when she was still living and clueless of her eventual fate. You took care of her dead body to preserve her look exactly how appeared when she was still alive. It might be out of love that you were doing it and yet you also did not want her to look ‘lifeless’ whenever you engaged on fucking her once again.

That was how your life with Yoohyeon went as the days passed by. You kept her lifeless body preserved and looking young, occasionally taking her to your bedroom to spray on her youth from time to time. All was going so well.

At least, it was going smoothly until you left to gather supplies for your future experiments, refilling your stock as well as your own food. You secured everything in your house thinking that all was safe. Kim Yoohyeon was placed on her coffin just as usual, and you even bid a soft good bye to her body by giving a kiss on her cold lips. You locked your front door, placed a couple of chains and locks to prevent anyone else from discovering your little crime. At the end of the day, you still viewed her as your little treasure; your little piece of heaven.

However, on that silence and amidst the cold and dark living room you left Yoohyeon on, her dead white eyes fixated on the floor devoid of any pupils dissolved into a black mist. She stood there so still, leaning against the left side of your coffin when her body began to twitch and her eyes blinked back to life, hungering and more than eager to finally move at last.

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The view of the sunset heading to your home was always immaculate. Having to see the final reaches of bright orange day as it fades onto a dark-blue twilight was always a treat considering you don’t get to see it that often. It did felt odd that you did not have Yoohyeon with you as you bring the groceries home for sure. However, the anticipation that her body gave you knowing she was just there waiting for the ‘new adventures’ you intend to do with her lifeless body was as immaculate as the sunset; you felt like a child heading home to your favourite toy. In a sense, that might as well be the case. Someday, you might even get the courage to take her out of your very home.

You quickly unlocked the multitude of chains you had to secure your front door up, eager to finally see Yoohyeon after a long afternoon of going around town without her. The scent that greeted you was different as it was very waxy. You went out a couple of times before and yet you do not remember lighting any candles before you left, so why was that the case now? The familiar burnt wax scent haunted your nostrils and it seemingly grew stronger and stronger as you became closer to freeing the door. You set the heavy chains beside the bags and swung the door fully open.

At first, you deemed the standing figure of Yoohyeon greeting you to be normal at first. It was about the same way that she greeted you whenever you came home from a long day. That heart-warming presence of your girlfriend was already in display, and you even can’t believe how lucky of a man you were for having her greet with you with such warmth and enthusiasm.

But then, there was something blatantly wrong with that.

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes widened. Yoohyeon was not simply standing at the door’s entrance because you simply forgot to put her back on her coffin, but she was there staring at you with her glaring eyes. They were sharp, black and iris-less yet full of anger that joined the rest of her already ghoulish presence. The stitches you gave her body made her presence increasingly more sinister, quite obvious from the hanging tank top you had her dressed her before you left. You froze, eyes drifting towards the rest of her body in effort to make sense of what you were seeing. Yoohyeon literally looked like a monster that came back from the dead and you could not even move with all that was presented before you.

To your surprise, Yoohyeon’s head tilted gently to the side and that movement caused you to break your stupor and step back in quick and terrorized reflex. Slowly, her deathly visage mimicked the steps you made only hers was moving closer to you, in a still and fearful presence. You moved back further and further, trying to keep your eyes glued to her approaching figure until you eventually tripped on the chains that once held the door shut together.

You scrambled to your feet, panicking to get back only to fall once more. You rushed to fixate your eyes on Yoohyeon’s figure. She reached the door still in the same dead-pan pace while you crawled back using your legs and your hands. Then, your girlfriend’s head straightened again, her death-clad stare surely fixated towards you despite lacking any evidence of emotion before a sadistic smile curved on her pale lips.

“Hello, my love~” she echoed; her voice still had that sweet and sultry tone to her albeit lost in a faint yet monstrous growl.

Yoohyeon‘s body twitched as her movements became erratic… it was as if she was getting used to the new life she had as well as the body that served nothing but cum dump since she died. Each clockwork movement she made had an inch closer to your horrified figure. She was that; the very manifestation of the fears and misbehaving you concurred. You did not even think of how it was even possible for her to come back to life. The mess that was once your girlfriend was a heart-less body that was on its feet and clearly at a loss of all the humanity left. All you could do was flee. There was certainly no sense of trying to reason to a being you could barely even call as Kim Yoohyeon.

You were being chased by a relentless monster; a vengeful soul that possessed the body you repeatedly disrespected. Yoohyeon’s dead and jet-black eyes curved and flared with a murderous intent, and of course her only target being you.

Once again, you scrambled to get on your feet, sending dust and dirt to the air as your feet desperately tried to clamour over the pavement. You managed to gain ground by knocking over the groceries you once brought home, and they were unfortunately left in a tired mess in front of your doorstep. The heart beating faster inside your ribcage almost rivalled the pace that you took knowing your life was in danger. You glanced back once you felt like you gave yourself a decent distance from her, only to find Yoohyeon breaking in your pick-up truck of which you haplessly disregarded amidst the ensuing chaos and panic.

“Where are you going, my love? Aren’t you going to say ‘hi’ to me?” You heard her taunting call throughout the commotion as the truck roared to life, followed by the sound of her insane laughter. If you were not yet running fast, by then you surely were at the moment you heard the truck heading towards your direction. The limited heads and eyes of your neighbours were even discarded as you ran for your life, exiting the quiet and remote village onto the dirt road ahead.

Your legs brought you onto the nearby forest, exiting the dirt road once you heard the truck coming to a close. Twigs, broken branches, and shrubs rustled under your sprinting feet while you wade through the uneven terrain, making sure to give a good glance towards your back every once a while. You heard a loud crash, perhaps coming from the truck that Yoohyeon drove to get to you; but even with that you still kept your pace thriving deeper and deeper onto the jungle of trees and passing by overgrown roots as well as thickets.

Yoohyeon’s voice once again echoed as if she had the entire forest bewitched for you to hear her voice. It was either that, or the bone-chilling hiss of her vindictive expression was playing right inside your head. It was more than enough to slow you down, make your knees weak and yet you pursued for the sake of the illusion of escape.

“My loooooove~ Where are you my looooove?”

You lost track of the path you were taking on as the skies dissolved into the faint darkness of the approaching evening. All you saw seemed to have been in a deep shade of blue; all details of the forest vague on your bare eyes. The ground under you were barely even showing itself as you ran over it; torn between keeping the pace up with the noise of the twigs below you and keeping your journey as quiet as you possibly could. Even the presence of Yoohyeon inside the forest with you seemed to have been brought out of your system with you solely focusing your efforts on navigating the labyrinthine greenery.

“My loooooove~”

You immediately snapped your gaze on your back the moment you heard Yoohyeon l’s voice again, closer and quite approaching you that time around. You eyed every sliver of light you could make out between the trees, hoping to find evidence of her movement but to no avail. The night started to get deeper as the twilight bled onto the eventual evening. It would only be a matter of time before Yoohyeon’s possessed and angry corpse would be close to your disadvantaged mortal figure.

You hurried your attention back towards the direction you were running at, only for you to be stopped dead on your tracks by a deep and quick blow striking you right at the right side of your stomach.

It took a second for you to realize what even had happened. The sight of the deathly presence of Kim Yoohyeon l right next to you, all in her stitched-up and horrifying aspect, was the answer you were dearly looking for. You looked at her dead-on her life-less eyes; the void of her all-black sclera now appearing more sinister amidst the impending darkness along with the dreadful presence of her mangled body. You froze; it was as if all sense of motor movement on your body left you as you stared on Yoohyeon in disbelief. Her hand cradled the handle of a branch.

You began to shake as the blow felt more than connected to your own. There was heat; searing warmth that you’ve never felt before lay on the perimeter of the blow and it slowly became dead cold. You traced Yoohyeon’s outstretched hand and she held a thick and angled branch, its end pierced inside you with a deep wound.

Your eyes lingered towards Yoohyeon’s once again with your shocked gaze appealing to the sense of humanity in her. You hoped there were still some left inside her chalky anterior. However, Yoohyeon’s lacerated face supplied you with a grin; her lips curving from ear to ear accentuated by the small seams on her face. The horror began to bite in you; no sense of appeal to her would even get you out of that. The painful truth began to shed its face to you just as the pain of the wood against your bare skin began to manifest itself.

Yoohyeon, with utmost incredible force, pulled the thicket from your body and thrust onto you once more, sending a spurt of blood over her face. You screamed in agony and yet your voice was drowned amidst the dark trees. You felt strength leave your body, holding on to Yoohyeon’s free arm with a quick shake of your entire being. Your then-girlfriend held onto you in return, but she merely used your hand as leverage to pull the stabbed thicket out and pierce it through your body once again. On and on it went, Yoohyeon mimicking the same degree of savagery you displayed when you murdered her, but with her newfound strength it drove the feeling harder and harder for your body to tolerate. In moments time you were already falling down with weakness taking over you.

You had no idea at what point during her rampage that you felt numb to her forces. You might have been desensitized with the consecutive blows that came your way, causing you to lose ground and fall to your knees with the pool of blood showering beneath your feet. Your body became uncontrollable and you cannot help but fixate your eyes on Yoohyeon’s figure towering over your body as you fell on your back; knees still bent on that awkward angle.

You could not even speak as blood gurgled out of your mouth with your desperate attempts. You knew that you should have been dead by then, and yet as punishment for your previous deeds towards Yoohyeon, your senses remained well. You could still see her approach your body and kneel beside your destroyed frame. It felt like a fevered dream at that point; you were merely there to watch what she was about to do to the remnants of your body. You were quite literally unable to stop what she has in mind. If she was intending to inflict the same degree you did to her, you could only do so much and watch.

Yoohyeon raised her right hand, nails shining in the darkness like sharp talons, and quickly plunged her hand straight through your ribcage with one quick crack of your sternum and rib bones. All of her prior stabs that evening dissolved towards the end. However, it was that one pierce; that one particular that Yoohyeon did with her bare hands reaching for your heart, felt the most painful of them all. You watched in horror as Yoohyeon pulled your heart out right before your eyes, equally engulfing your body in a pool of blood under the moon and stars. You gazed onto her until the life faded out of your frame; the sight of your girlfriend with your heart on your hands being the last thing you saw before your eyes closed involuntarily. It was enough for you to see Yoohyeon devour and indulge on the heart situated on her very hands. You were dead. You know you were already dead and yet you still felt like you were falling onto a deep abyss after what had just happened…

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The transition from your apparent death to what followed came quicker than you expected. There was nothing certain about what comes after death; it becoming the end-all be-all of one’s life might yield onto a promise of an immortal life. However, just as you felt falling to your death after just being killed by Yoohyeon. You felt like you entered a dream-like state that lasted for a couple of minutes followed by a quick state of stillness. Your consciousness was telling that you were falling beforehand and when everything came to a stop, you never felt your feet hit solid ground. The fall was a dream and you felt your eyes close while you leaned onto a desk.

All the thoughts of previous events were already behind you as it all dissolved into a fevered mush. You were seated and you knew it, feeling the hard wood that your head and body was dearly leaning on. In a quick rush, you opened your eyes and you were immediately greeted by a familiar sight.

The hint of burning candlewax lingered strongly onto the open air of your apartment, apparently still in pristine shape after all that misbehaviours you did previously. Even that was beyond you now. You only took what you were sensing for what it was. It was the apartment you and Yoohyeon lived on, only void of the obvious furniture that added a lot of space to it. There was only the empty table you were sleeping on, the wooden chair you sat onto, and finally the single piano that seemed to be playing the same melody on the evening you slaughtered and dehumanized your own girlfriend. Hearing that rang no real bells to you as confusion primarily ruled on your calm consciousness.

You began to stand up and take a feel of things, call for your girlfriend and ask her what was going on. However, you cannot move your mouth to even speak. You tried and yet there was no sound coming out. A small layer of panic began to coat over your questionable stay whilst you began to take a walk. However, you were greeted by a gruesome sight invisible to you when you first woke up from your bizarre dream, only now that it felt more realistic than any dream or illusion could convey.

The ground on your feet was filled in with burning wood. Charred logs lingered all around you upon the realization that the ligneous floor of your apartment began combusting onto oblivion; sending sparks and ash all over your surroundings. You ran your eyes towards the rest of the place and even the walls of your humble apartment began to combust and engulf the entire interior with angry, blazing fire. The walls, the table near you, even the chair that you sat on was burning with hot flames. What used to be windows of your cabin with Yoohyeon were now glowing with hot and resentful fire.

However, despite the abundance of blazing material around you the orange dance of the heat was nothing to you. There was no immediate reaction to flee or even the sensation of pain. In fact, there was no immediate reaction as you felt nothing with the inferno that surrounded you.

Confused and unable to speak your curious steps began to tread you closer towards the fiery glass-less windows of your apartment in the hopes that it might give you the answers you need. You came proximate and slowly peered through the fire and the flames, only for the silhouette of burning hands clawing at the surface of an ocean of heat to greet you; some even making their way towards the safety of your own cabin.

You tread back as you felt fear overcome your curiosity, not even minding the now-audible pleas and screams of help that came from the distance. Your eyes were not deceiving you and at that point you could have wished that they did. In that stillness and the retreat out of fear that you made from the door, your senses were greeted by an immediate presence lingering behind you. You never felt anything from the entity’s end and yet you already knew you were with someone, apparently appearing out of thin fire as the rest of the apartment seemingly came from. You quickly turned, noticing how even your own body appeared to be burning yet devoid of any pain or sensation on your skin as well, and fixated your gaze on the newcomer that joined your confused being.

It was none other than your own girlfriend and doomed fiancé-to-be, Kim Yoohyeon.

She stood there as beautiful as ever; her body restored to its former beauty before you ever desecrated her for your own sadistic purpose. Yoohyeon’s once paper-fair complexion was there once again as her skin was finally rid of the ties and stitches you did to put it together. Her presence seemingly glowed and radiated amidst the already bright and deafening place of your apartment ablaze. She was dressed on an equally dazzling white wedding dress, stretching from laced patterns that covered her sleeves and the long cloth that covered beyond her legs and feet. A veil separated you from ever witnessing the rest of her pretty face.

“Yoohyeon, my love… you look so beautiful,” you mused in awe and your loving girlfriend supplied you with a keen smile. You never knew you could even speak and seemingly the sight of your girlfriend already broke that curse within you. “You’re here… you’re with me. You’re with me, my love~”

You began to take your steps closer to where she was standing. There was that hunger, or rather desire, as well as elation to finally see her amidst the questionable place you were on. Aside from the familiar scenery of your apartment, Yoohyeon was the only thing familiar amidst the sea of hell that was lay outside of the door. Having the comfort of seeing her would be better if you could finally embrace her. You knew that you missed seeing her even if you had a vague memory of when you even last saw her.

You were about at arms’ length from Yoohyeon when you saw her face transition from her former stoic and emotionless smile to a face that was as long as a fiddle. For a moment’s thought, Yoohyeon’s gloom was evident on her figure before the rest of her body entirely combusts, engulfing her in a pillar of flame that sent you hurtling back towards the floor she found you on.

After that scramble, you brushed the relative smoke that formed on her ignition and quickly got to your feet with utmost effort. You scrambled to get up and finally fixated your eyes on Yoohyeon’s burning figure, only for the flames that hugged her body slowly disintegrate into thin air, leaving the sight of horror that was familiar to your ever-twisted memory.

Yoohyeon stood there on her true form just how you recalled when she killed you. Skin dead as snow, body full of stitches and ties that bound it together, and lips curved into a sadistic smile, and her blackened eyes fixated their void stare back at your mangled figure. The rest of her wedding dress was now burnt and singed all throughout, leaving you a more sinister and terrifying look at your dead fiancé. You were wide-eyed, shocked, and perhaps even fearful for your life. The horrors you left on your living body seemingly haunting you even in the afterlife.

“What’s the matter, my love?” Yoohyeon spoke in that same sweet and sultry tone dissolved into a feral and shadowy growl. “How come that little enthusiasm is now lost on your face? Do you not like me when I look like this?”

Your jaws trembled upon the presence of her. Your knees felt weak and unable to move; not to mention that the former chilling cold of the burning place now began to warm up to you. You stared on Yoohyeon’s figure dead on, terror and regret flashing on your eyes with her pitiful yet imposing figure.

“My love…” you began to squeak but even that ability to talk was lost on your fright.

“Do you not like me when I look like this, my love?” Yoohyeon repeated her question. Her body then rose from the ground and drifted closer to where you were standing, and you could not help but stand there in remorse with the sheer evidence of the lustful and criminal sins wavering straight at your fore front. You could not even look at Yoohyeon straight in on her blackened eyes.

Yoohyeon could absolutely kill you again with that stare of hers even if you’ve already died.

“How come you cannot answer my question? You were the one who made me like this, right? You’re supposed to love me now, especially when I’m shaped to how you desired. Why are you so held in disbelief?”

“My l-love…”

“ANSWER ME!”

Yoohyeon’s sudden change in tone, her grotesque accent contributing to her already hideous appearance set you on your knees. You were weak; vulnerable in front of the woman you once claimed that you love. Yoohyeon had her long and sharp fingernails bared on her sides as she hovered over your small being. You had no idea what else she could do to you. She already killed you in cold blood, took your heart out, and ate it too to match your misbehaving with her body. What more could she do to punish you?

That was when the ground around you began to move. The burning wood that you remember you were standing on became a wide pile of skulls, each burnt black like charcoal in an open fire. Slowly, a combination of charred and burning hands began to rise from the hulk of death around you, reaching for you desperately as you panicked to get your feet out from their grasp.

“Fuck, no…! No please! Not like this!” You pleaded towards Yoohyeon’s waiting stance. She could only do much as watch you as you were slowly pulled in by the exposed arms.

Despite your struggles, the grasp of the undying souls were too much even for your fickle mind. You began to sink slowly onto the burnt skills as more and more burnt arms grab you from below, dragging you onto the eventual unrest that was a consequence of your actions from the world of the living.

“No, Yoohyeon, my love! Please…! Help me…! I’m sorry…!” You pleaded towards her once you were already waist-deep amidst the scattered bones. Echoes of disorder and screaming were audible from your ears, and yet Yoohyeon was there only to watch you get devoured by your own words.

The arms rapidly overcame you and quickly pulled on you down like a quicksand. You felt heat on your feet as hands began to grasp on your shoulders. It would only be a matter of time before you…

“Yoohyeon… please, forgive me! Please don’t let this happen to me,” you pleaded once more. Your entire body was already buried with the bones and the arms were rapidly overwhelming your head. One more arm and you can no longer see the floating figure of Kim Yoohyeon before you. “Please…! Yoohyeon! Please…! I’ll do anything for you to forgive me…! I’ll do anything to make it up to you, I promise!”

“What will you do, my love?” she finally asked. Your hands were desperately crawling for her, throwing the reaching arms off of your sight. The entire apartment was gone, and all you could see was Yoohyeon standing amidst the valley of bones with nothing but fire all around her. “What will you do to get my forgiveness?”

“I will do anything! Please, just give me one more chance and I will make it up to you! Please…. Don’t let me die like this… I will be with you forever just to make it up to you! I will take an eternity to even try and make it up for my mistakes, please!”

 “That’s not long enough.”

“My love, I will suffer for so long!”

“I pray to God that you do.”

You twitched as your jaw was attempted to be held.

“Please…! I’ll do anything then… I’ll do anything… I’ll do whatever you want me to do, please just save me my love… please!”

You were finally overwhelmed. You reached an arm out as your face and sight was covered. Yoohyeon was the final thing you saw before everything went black. You were counting on her final hold as you reached your hand out in desperation. It was a final attempt and yet it was proven to be futile.

And then, everything felt dead around you.

The force that was pulling you down the sea of bones was gone. You stopped from ever descending as your body was merely lingering amidst an ocean of skulls. You brushed the skeletal remains off of your face to provide you better sight, and once again you were inside that familiar empty apartment where you and Yoohyeon resided; the walls and ground were now black as if they were just extinguished from a previous burnout.

You crawled out of the skeletal pit and were immediately greeted by the sight of Yoohyeon standing before you once again. The entire apartment was dark, safe for the small glow that her undead body offered for you both.

“I will let you do that then,” she said while you went off and knelt opposite her. “Spend an eternity with me; trying to make up for all the sins you did to me and my life. I will let you do that because I still believe of your love for me. I’ll grant you… one chance. That’s all that I’ll give. And if it’s not enough…”

“If it’s not enough…?”

Yoohyeon drifted her figure close to you and pulled you by the collar of your shirt, and forced you inches above the floor. You could only do so much as to keep your eyes glued onto her immense visage; staring intently onto the grotesque figure of her eyes.  Both of her dead and blackened eyes were gazing back at you. Even through that void of irises you know that Yoohyeon was pleading to the little humanity left on your now repenting figure.

Slowly, her lips began to tremble. There was something definitely gruesome seeing how her lips curved and move this close, especially with the stitches around her beautiful face that added that level of sinister to her.

“You will try again… again… and again… and again... until the end of time. You will spend the rest of your soul’s existence trying to make up for what you did to me; to bring what you stole with everything that you got. You have to do this, or there would be no peace forever. That is what I want, my love, because in the end… you may have destroyed my humanity but I still love you. I still want to be with you forever, even if it means that we would be doing the same thing over and over again. If you really want to get my forgiveness that is what I want you to do,” she finished. Yoohyeon made sure to give you a small shake to emphasize her point. “It’s that or you can stay here and burn forever.”

You nodded without a second’s hesitation and even gave the most kind-hearted smile you could have ever given your fiancé even before you descended down to the path to madness. Even in that moment, despite all of your sins Yoohyeon finally saw the good in you. You were driven by fear; driven by the cowardice that led to both of your undoing. None of this would have ever happened had you not let your thoughts consume you from the inside out.

“I concur. I’ll happily take that if it means that I will be with you forever. I love you, my Yoohyeon. I love you forever.”

And then, Yoohyeon’s monstrous image produced a gesture you would not even think possible for a being like her. She shed tears. She wept.

You found a single tear drop from her eye. What normally would be a clear, tone of clear liquid that would spill down from a human being was pitched black from Yoohyeon. It should be petrifying to say the least, yet Yoohyeon’s jet-black tears coming from her equally jet-black eyes only emphasized her softness hiding amidst that tough and grisly shell.

You reached out to give Yoohyeon a tight hug despite being suspended in mid-air by her support. That action seemingly caught her off guard and yet she returned the gesture nonetheless. However, as much as you surprised her with your sudden intimate embrace, Yoohyeon returned the favour by doing something off as well. You no longer cared whether what was supporting you up or so; logic and realism were definitely not of that world. You let your hands go as you felt Yoohyeon snake her arms around your neck, engaging you in a deep and torrid kiss that would was rightful for the place that the two of you had for your own.

You felt the fire. The heat that once seared the surroundings was now adamant between you both. You and Yoohyeon burned; sharing a kiss that felt so long since you two both had for each other. Kisses after kisses were what spent the rest of your conscious self on that place. It was passionate, lustful and hungry even, and unbelievably very much full of love. You felt Yoohyeon’s burning presence as the fire consumed you both. It was the end of the road. You and Yoohyeon finally had a bond that tied you to each other forever.

The only thing left was to solidify your vows in a ceremony to make things official once and for all.

And as you and Yoohyeon made out in the middle of literal hell, you had your eyes closed with only one thing in mind:

It was finally time to come back.

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Sometime after you and Yoohyeon’s doomed relationship spread through the local town like an urban legend, none of the townsfolk ever saw either the two of you to prove it false. That alone led then to believe that the rumours about you both were true; you both fell after being consumed by your own lust for each other and eventually died on each other’s arms without anything or anyone else. However, the impact that you two made on the local populace was strong as it could have ever been. It was suffice to say that there were still some of them that believed you two were prowling in the evening and the darkness, lurking in the shadows and looking for your next victim with the twisted, almost satirical premise they gave you both.

Especially since the local cemetery found an unregistered grave not that long ago. It was a simple pile of soil devoid of tombstones situated on a collection of stone enclosed graves. The eeriness of the appearance of said pile intrigued most of your local neighbours and yet no one truly had the courage to dig it up, fearing of what they could unleash from within. It was not a sound decision especially with your haunting rumour circulating around town.

You were glad that that was the case. It was the place where Yoohyeon put your mangled body after she claimed your heart for her own. It was a grave she expertly dug herself using her bare hands, hiding it from everyone after that fated night that you lost your first life. And now, Yoohyeon’s haunting figure lurked amongst the darkness of the quiet evening eagerly watching any display of movement from your grave. She knew you would come. Some way, some where you’d finally come back as you promised her. It was what was necessary to fulfil the eternal contract and bond of making it up for your sins.

And so, there was the sign she was dearly looking for. The grave she had your body on finally shifted; the first layers of soil above gently moving, dancing amidst the dead of the tombstones surrounding you.

You finally felt yourself jolt awake; the first signs of movement was to fish for a light coming from the faint moon. You felt the dirt all over your body as Yoohyeon never placed you under a coffin after all. You reached out and felt the incredible strength that the new life had brought with you, and slowly you made your way out of the solitary confinement. You repeatedly clawed your hands up from the ground until you reach the cold, evening air; the soft sounds of faint church hymns echoing amidst the distance.

Once you had the dirt away from sealing your body within the earth, you finally stood up and admired the new life you have been given. Your legs felt wobbly and unstable at first, and when you proceeded to look at your hands you finally found the answer as to why that was the case.

Your hands showed early signs of rotting flesh. Your hands were almost greenish-grey from being confined under for too long; your faded and filthy clothes even showed that time has passed since then. Some of your skin had already fallen off from your body. Your nails were dead as well, and yet you did not care. You were happy to even be alive once again even if just as a living and heartless corpse. You had that unwavering need; it was as if you had that insatiable desire to hate the living. Your now undead existence was dedicated to being with your Yoohyeon and that was all that you wanted.

And of course, she was there at the distance waving for you to come to her. She still had that same repulsive appearance and yet you now felt so belong with her. You became a monster as well. It was a small price to pay for your resurrection and you were more than willing to accept it. This was your form forever more; the form you would spend with Kim Yoohyeon until the end of time.

The distant church bells rang amidst the distance once again and you knew that it was calling to the two of you. You fixated your gaze onto her figure once more and she knew you had the same thing in mind. She waved the severed head of a guard she just murdered; ripped from the upper jaw away from the rest of his body while she smiled towards you. Despite the grotesque appearance, you were not fazed by it by any means. You even welcomed the sight as you felt an odd sense of satisfaction with how gruesome and brutal your fiancé was. After all, it was just the start.

And so, you and Yoohyeon marched closer towards the church to gate-crash an on-going night wedding. You held hand-in-hand, eager to seal the deal once and for all and intending to brutally murder anyone who stands on your way.

“I’ve come back my love,” you said, and even your voice has changed into a hideous growl. “We’ll live forever, my Yoohyeon. We’ll be together until the world falls.”

“You and I both know how we should start this,” Yoohyeon responded, locking her fingers on yours as you both walked the darkness after tossing the severed head aside. “Let’s have a wedding on that little church there. I bet there are a lot of people waiting for us inside.”

“We don’t need audience, do we? It should just be you and me. Let’s have a wedding and get rid of the rest.”

Yoohyeon nodded.

“Let’s start the killing then, my love. Kill for me.”

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The orchestral sound of the town’s nearby cathedral was a testament to a wedding being held with the fall of the afternoon. The night’s peak was about to come and the evening could never have been better for the couple standing in front of the cathedral’s altar; music blaring all over its halls. Its blossoming and commanding rhythm drove excited anticipation amongst their colleagues and friends waiting on the benches. The ceremony has been done; all that was left was the vow that would seal them forever. The young man looked at his wife with utmost enthusiasm; even if they were separated by a veil, soon all would be gone and they would be one. The elderly priest beside them began to position himself for the final highlight of the evening when they heard the doors of the church close with a thud.

Each of the wedding’s visitors turned their heads towards the two figures holding hand-in-hand standing on the entrance. One was a rather tall woman with a bloody machete in hand. The visible stitches on her pale-skinned body sent shivers to them, more so emphasized once the people realized she had all dead black orbs for her eyes. Next to her stood a man that was about as tall as she was, skin already botched and greyish with some parts torn to show the dead flesh and muscle that lay beneath. You stood there with an equally imposing stature as Yoohyeon beside you; your eyes now devoid of irises as you had that lifeless white-eyed terrifying gaze. What caught your audience’s attention the most was the chainsaw you held on your hand, raising it without any sense of strain or obvious effort thanks to your undead strength.

“Should we kill all of them, my love?” You asked towards Yoohyeon, placing your arm on the crank of the said chainsaw. “We can make this place beautiful for our wedding, my love. We can turn this tawdry setting into red and you know it.”

“Do as you please. Red is a power colour, and I would love to see it as a motif,” Yoohyeon commanded. “Kill as much as you want, but leave the groom and bride to me. I have better plans for them. Let’s give them one killer show.”

You smiled as you watched Yoohyeon raise the machete above her head. She gave one quick swing and threw the blade all across the room, and thanks to her superhuman strength it flew towards the altar without fail. It spun in circles like a chakram while tracing its path, eventually making its way towards the groom with such velocity that it ricocheted towards the altar and fell towards the floor.

The spectators could only watch in horror as the groom’s head split cleanly off of his neck before rolling towards the floor, sending a flurry of blood and gore showering in front of the priest as well as the petrified wife next to them. His disembodied body began to limp forward and fall towards the floor, signalling the panic of the onlookers that came from the gruesome sight. The chairs were evacuated as each person attempted to flee through the side doors. Unfortunately for them, you and Yoohyeon took care of all the escape routes in silence while everyone was too occupied on the ceremony beforehand, and now all that was left was for the two of you to claim your victims on one impending carnage; the first mass-murder for your first night reborn.

You pulled the crank and your chainsaw roared to life; and you can’t help but grimace as the people flee at the sound of you, which is exactly what you wanted of them.

“We are tonight’s entertainment!” You taunted before you and Yoohyeon, plunged into the crowd to commit your mass murdering spree.

You swung your chainsaw through every single body that you could reach. You tore through their flesh like it was nothing, and that was thanks to your inhuman vigour. You bisected every person your blade could reach while you laughed in glee at your ghoulish artwork. It was suffice to say that you painted the rest of the chairs for that wedding day on a red motif, bathing the elegant ribbons and ties they set up on the grand aisles with a bath of blood from their own spectators. Man, woman, no matter how old or how young, you never gave any sort of remorse as you murdered through them all. You wanted them all dead for Yoohyeon to admire and that was precisely what you were aiming to accomplish. Your satisfaction relished on the amount of blood on the floor, the torn limbs you made and the screams that they gave before you took them out of their misery.

Your saw got jammed with the amount of flesh it ripped and tore through but even that did not stop you from continuing what you were doing. As far as you were concerned, that anger and rage was more than enough for you to do a lot of killing, even more so that there was too much to do during that point.

Yoohyeon, on the other hand, took on her share of killing by using her bare hands. She threw people with incredible brawn through the premises of the church. If that was not enough, she even made sure that she impaled a couple of bodies on the chandelier, hanging by their impaled heads and shaking the lighting of the wedding down to a minimum, and she made sure to do that while reserving her last kill of that evening for the bride.

Bodies upon bodies were lying mangled all over the cathedral’s vitiated and tormented floor. Broken and deformed benches were the testament to both you and Yoohyeon’s immense power. The once scream-filled inside of the church were now overwhelming with silence as you and your fiancé Yoohyeon bathed on the success of your mass execution. Even the body of the dead musician responsible for the orchestral tone of the grand piano was made sure to lie dead on the keyboard, echoing a long and lasting rhythm akin to horns that was sure to haunt the vicinity of that very cathedral.

And now, just as Yoohyeon had promised the only remaining person to butcher was the bride.

However, even if Yoohyeon had not decided to end her right away, she might as well be good as dead with everything that her eyes have witnessed. The human mind could only take so much, and the torment presented before her left her in a state of shock that she could barely even speak or think.

You positioned yourself on the bloodied mess of her headless-husband’s body, kicking him off and taking his place for your own. You made sure to give a soft, seemingly insulting nod towards the elderly priest who lay witness to all of your crimes yet did not seem to be very fazed by your very existence. All you did at that moment was watch as Yoohyeon finally approached the cowering bride’s figure, seated on the foot of the altar with her dress decorated with splatters of crimson sanguine. She had her hands over her ears but you were sure that she heard every single scream the dead produced moments ago.

“It’s going to be okay,” Yoohyeon mused towards the fearful woman, caressing her beautiful curls with her own, stitched hands. Your fiancé even more so did as much as to slowly wipe the tear on her cheek before she undid the veil that was on top of the bride’s head.

“I’ll put this to good use, I promise,” she added, carefully placing the blood-spattered veil over her own head and arranging it on a manner that was perfect for her. You watched as Yoohyeon carefully wiped the lipstick on the woman’s lips, smudging the hot red with her fearfully pale face. She placed her palm over the young woman’s forehead while she plunged two of her fingers inside the woman’s lips, grabbing her lower jaw for leverage.

Once quick rip followed by the sound of torn skin and broken bones equated to the bride’s head being severed by the jaw. The remnants of her head fell and rolled towards the floor like her would-be husband’s, and her headless body finally slid off towards the ground in a pool of scarlet life.

Yoohyeon dusted the small splash of her ichor on her body and moved to pick up the mess of flowers that the bride left beside her. With a smile, Yoohyeon finally ended the killing spree you both have started, and now finally stood in front of the altar with your waiting grasp. The elderly priest glared at the sight of two murderers in front of him.

“Sorry for that show there. We’re ready to be one. Bless us and we’ll make this quick and painless,” Yoohyeon said once she was in position. The audacity that the both of you showed, having murdered every single person in front of the priest was now evident, especially when you even asked the priest to bless whatever macabre goals you both had in mind.

Sensing his lack of choice and perhaps accepting that death was already knocking at his old door already anyway, the elderly priest shifted his eyes between you and Yoohyeon and finally spoke. The deep tone of the suspended music serving as a chorus as well as a rhythm for you and Yoohyeon’s wedding vows.

“Very well then,” the priest replied with a gravelling tone. He turned his attention towards Yoohyeon’s waiting figure and began to pronounce the words while he added a small modification to the standard vow:

“Do you take this man in death for the rest of your unnatural life?”

“Yes I do,” replied Yoohyeon while not taking her eyes off of your waiting leer.

The priest then turned towards you.

“Do you take this woman in death for the rest of your unnatural life?”

“I do.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife for the rest of this eternity. You may now kiss your bride.”

“I love you, Kim Yoohyeon, in death, in unrest, and for the rest of this life forever.”

“I love you too; in death, in unrest and for the rest of this life forever.”

You blatantly ignored the compasses that the priest has given your bond, and you merely pulled the same diamond ring that was the root cause for all that happened between you and Yoohyeon. You knelt and finally, two lifetimes apart and one dead body on top of the other, you managed to slip the very ring onto Yoohyeon’s middle finger.

That was it. The unnatural union was done and there were no do-overs. The curse that you wrought upon each other was inadvertently the start for something that was bizarrely beautiful. The church murder was a testament; an undying proof of your never-ending devotion with the endless love for your now loving wife, Kim Yoohyeon. There were still a lot to do. There were still a lot of bodies left to kill in order to satiate your mutual desire for death and the union was there to begin everything in its proper place.

And just as you and Yoohyeon had your foreheads leaning onto one another, feeling the moment that took literally life and death to achieve once and for all, you realized you had to uphold her end of the bargain.

You took a swift thrust on your right without warning and quickly took the heart of the priest out of his own body. You both witnessed as the elderly priest supplied a look void of surprise as he clearly saw this coming with pure angry expectation. However, before his body fell to the ground and the final remnants of his life left the shell of his taut body, he was quick to give you and Yoohyeon a raised middle finger. That was something that both of you were amused on before settling on a quick kiss.

And so, the church bells rang along with the rhythm of the pressed grand piano. You and Yoohyeon walked one bloody hand on the other, waltzing with joy as the blood pooled on your feet and messed your steps with trails of crimson. Yet you both did not care. The town before you would have the night of their lives as the couple of you would bring the terrible rumour up to truth at last.

Your legend with Kim Yoohyeon lived up to its name and one could even argue that the story did not do you justice. The tale of two lovers who fell and came back now attempting to quench their never-ending thirst for blood, aptly called now as husband and wife. The church was just a small stage to set-up for your even greater audience. You spent the next nights and days terrorizing the local townsfolk; slaughtering each and every human being you could find in the most gruesome way you two could think of, and the killings brought joy to both you and Yoohyeon’s sadistic faces.

On top of that, you continued on to move and act like everything was normal; that you and Yoohyeon were just two newly-wedded people enjoying what the gore and the grisly has to offer. The disembowelled and dishevelled bodies of your victims were never left as is. You would often take their severed heads, internal organs, even eyes and limbs to pose for Yoohyeon to take a picture of before you mutually consumed them for your own satisfaction. Both of your favourite was drinking from a straw while it was pierced on a severed head, especially with its brains exposed for you to feast on. Then again, it was way too early on your twisted journey to settle for something you favoured in particular.

The physical absence of both your hearts caused you to stomach everything that you did but even then you knew that that was not entirely true. You had each other’s heart, for the most part anyway, and on that regard you know that you would never lose Yoohyeon again and so does she to you. It was one less reason to cry. Everybody had to die at some point and you two were never an exception. However, in that death you found the very thing that bound you together forever. You fell apart and that new life was your new start. After all, spending an eternity trying to find the satisfaction in the flesh and the macabre did not seem so bad after all, especially if you get to spend it with your love Kim Yoohyeon.

At least in that regard you could say that you and Yoohyeon lived happily ever after.

---THE END---

Authornim: Now that was a trip now, wasn’t it?

Like I said, this story was based on an 8-minute song called ‘A Little Piece of Heaven’ performed by Avenged Sevenfold. If you have interests on checking the song out and how it relates to this particular piece, I do recommend you watch the music video as it gives better context rather than just listening to the song as-is. Plus, it makes the song a lot better in my opinion. If you made it through the end of this story, then that animated MV would be fine for you.

Like I said at the beginning of the chapter, I did up tone some of the narrative here to fit my storytelling method. I guess you can see the comparison once you watch it.

Thank you so much for reading this particular piece and see you on the next update!

#yoohyeon #dreamcatcher #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #malereader #dreamcatcher yoohyeon #kim yoohyeon #thigh #spooky season #halloween

[ladyluscinia]

wait hi it's me ourflagmeansgayrights messaging u from the main blog. i liked ur addition when u rb'd my post abt ed saying he doesn't have any friends, but i also saw ur tags and i would LOVE to hear ur tangent abt why the "izzy likes blackbeard not ed" interpretation is contradicted by the text. i've personally have been reading it that way, and most of what i've seen/heard abt ppl talking abt ed and izzy have been reading it that way, but i would rlly like to hear the other argument

Oh yes, @ourflagmeansgayrights . Absolutely. I love presenting arguments. (At length, as you will see 😅)

(Link to the mentioned post for reference)

Ok, so first, most important point - Edward is not a soft marshmallow center person whose true self is silk robes and sweets and singing. My first major meta for this fandom was an analysis of his character, which is pretty long but worth the read since that's where I'm coming from for ALL of this. (Also the skeleton of this whole analysis is in there too.) I'm going to use names the same way I did in that meta, where Edward is the real guy, and "Blackbeard" and "Ed" are both at least partially fake personas he's putting on. Got it? Ok.

Why Izzy Loves Edward (Not Blackbeard)

Obviously, Izzy does spend a lot of time propping up the unapproachable legend of Blackbeard, which is where I assume the idea he's fixated on it comes from. The thing is that this is what Izzy does in public, to other people, and it's kind of his job. Izzy in private is a different story.

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Broadly, Izzy's approach to the Blackbeard mask is very similar to and informed by Izzy's general approach to violence. Unlike multiple other characters, including Edward, Izzy isn't much of a sadist. He treats violence as a tool he's very skilled with. Uses it with purpose. He isn't invested in keeping Blackbeard around because he thinks he's real. Blackbeard is a tool that, in Izzy's assessment, they very much still need (and one that can be put away when not needed).

"Blackbeard" isn't just a persona of Edward's, he's a fuckery that Edward and Izzy both have invested a lot into maintaining. A way to keep them in power and unquestioned for decades in a profession where slipping up can get you murdered by your own crew. Blackbeard is especially armor for both of them because Izzy and Edward both have personal issues that cripple their ability to lead alone, so they operate as a codependent unit instead. Edward is still an active participant in this unit and the abusive power structure it utilizes when we first meet him, almost certainly because he agrees with Izzy that the traditional "never let them see you weak" style of piracy is valuable.

So you can imagine that his decision to go all in on trading "Blackbeard" for "Ed" a month or so later sends Izzy into a panic (exacerbated by the fact that Edward has not communicated with Izzy for shit in that entire timeframe). That's what's blowing up in 1x10. It has nothing to do with hating Edward himself, because as far as Izzy is concerned Edward is not being the real Edward at the moment, and he's mostly right. In fact, the main reason it can all go so disastrously wrong is because Edward is still himself under "Ed", and fully capable of making his own terrible panic decisions when Izzy reality checks him and accidentally hits the worst possible sore point.

That's Izzy and Blackbeard. A public front of intimidation and awe that keeps anyone from getting close enough to hurt Edward or Izzy. But the benefit Izzy gets from helping keep all this up is that he's is allowed, encouraged, even entitled to go behind the curtain as he pleases.

So he does. And Edward is happy to have him there.

Izzy in public is way more casual with Edward than others are, doing things like being the only one allowed to use his name, but Izzy alone with Edward is on another level. He can't possibly think Blackbeard is real, because there is no way in hell he would interact this comfortably with Blackbeard.

One of their first interactions is Izzy getting an order and immediately whining "Oh Edward, can't I just send the boys???" And Edward teases him about it! He's not remotely mad or treating it like insubordination (probably because there is no question Izzy will get it done). It's a joke between them! Oh lol Izzy's gonna hate this! And while I do think Izzy deliberately doesn't try very hard because he thinks Stede is stupid, I don't think he's consciously plotting to lie to Stede and then Edward or even entirely aware he did so. Stede did shut down that interaction very quickly without getting all the information, and that's kinda on him.

In 1x04 we are seeing them completely out of sync, but also the episode is littered with echoes of intimacy. Edward's little "Izzy, they've got a bird guy" bit and showing him the boat with such enthusiasm are not habits that get ingrained if Izzy has never reacted positively to that kind of sharing in the past, even if he's too distracted by imminent death for fun right then. And Edward goes straight from the boat to a vent about his boredom and frustration.

On Edward's end of the conversation alone the timing is awful, he won't share his plan to assuage Izzy's worries about the imminent death problem to make the timing better, and his wording leaves a lot to be desired, but it's a very human emotional moment and he's not afraid of or concerned at all about sharing it with Izzy. He trusts Izzy. Unfortunately, both of them are kind of disasters at solving emotional problems on a good day, so Izzy is not exactly equipped to respond well and unsurprisingly fails to do so.

Later, Izzy pulls Edward away to talk alone and does his own emotional vent in the resignation scene, which is about the same level of successful communication as the last one - read: basically none - but, again, Izzy isn't afraid of backlash here. He's talking to Edward, not Blackbeard. He's always talking to Edward. Edward is the brilliant sailor he chooses to follow and the person he treats like an equal in personal matters. And Edward is the one he apologizes to at the end of the episode, and stays for when asked.

And I think the real evidence that Izzy is perfectly fine with the parts of Edward that aren't Blackbeard is in 1x06. ("Let me kill for you" conversation my beloved! 💓)

The thing is that Izzy is not an emotionally vulnerable person, and definitely not a talking about your emotional vulnerability kind of person. And to be honest, I don't really think Edward is either, he's just so desperate for something right now that he'll do it anyway. So whether or not they've talked about something is less important then their actions, and holy fuck does this episode imply some actions.

The reveal that Edward doesn't kill with his own hands throws a lot of Izzy's actions leading up to the duel into a new light, because I just don't see how Izzy could not be aware of that fact. He's Edward's right hand. He must have noticed, and Edward likely knows he did. In fact, if Edward makes a habit of telling the kraken story, I wouldn't be surprised if Izzy put "Edward killed his shitty dad" together too. And that knowledge adds a lot of context to what Izzy's doing, even if I can guarantee they've never talked about it.

Of course Izzy is unsurprised that Edward never killed Stede in his sleep and isn't taking a lack of action as a sign the plan is off. Of course he doesn't assume that the conversation is done when Edward agrees to kill Stede in front of Fang and Ivan. So he goes to Edward, alone, and he offers to take care of it. That's huge! If Izzy had objections to the real Edward then this should be a massive sticking point. He should be irritated that Edward is too weak to handle his own problems at best, and more likely actively pushing him to do so, but he's not! The only part of this that Izzy seems concerned with is making sure no one else knows, and that's a matter of common sense considering Edward threatens to kill people for a living.

Izzy doesn't mind at all that Edward can't kill like Blackbeard ought to. He's happy do it for him. Note this is a good time to remember that Izzy is not a sadist or particularly prone to violence as problem solving, meaning the "for you" bit is way more important than the "let me kill" bit. This is another behind the curtain thing, just like using Edward's name or getting teased by him in private, and Izzy loves those things. Like, to the point of jealously guarding them and getting real pissed that when he's being shut out, Stede is getting let in.

This is getting kinda long and I'd like to wrap it up today so I'm going to skip straight to 1x10.

I already touched on the blowup, but let's talk about before the blowup. Edward is a mess. He gets back to the ship, asks Izzy to bring him tea, and the next time we see him he's gone full breakup mode. He's been crying, the room is covered in booze bottles and marmalade jars, and he's in a blanket fort. I doubt there has ever been a moment in his life where he is less Blackbeard than that. And what is Izzy doing (at least before Edward takes his mess public)?

Well, freaking the fuck out, but also trying desperately to cover for him. That's it.

Izzy is the only one who has been seeing Edward. He has brought him tea, and food, and booze and marmalade. If Edward hasn't left that fort - and it sure doesn't look like he has - then I think it is entirely reasonable to assume Izzy crawled in there every day and offered the saddest attempt at emotional support you have ever seen in your life, all the way up until Edward requested Lucius. Pre-blowup there is nothing about Edward's demeanor that implies Izzy has been unpleasant or hostile to his grieving.

Izzy is full on panicking in a nightmare scenario for the whole "don't let them see you weak" mindset - a crew that is way too comfortable asking questions with nothing to distract them - and at the same time he's just supporting Edward as best he can while letting him be sad for a while. His best is pitiful, yeah, but does that sound like a man who can't stand the real Edward?

The tipping point is only when all this goes public. A clear violation of the established rules, a serious potential danger, and Edward casually makes it way worse when he drops the double hit of "Why are we even being pirates?" and stating he wants everyone to call him "Ed".

That's rejection with a blast radius.

That's "I'm unilaterally deciding everything we've built is worthless." That's "Everything you've done to try and maintain us was pointless." That's "Seeing behind the curtain isn't special anymore."

That's "You aren't special anymore, and I don't even care enough to notice I'm telling you this by accident."

"Ed" rejects Izzy, Izzy rejects "Ed", the "Ed" mask slips...

Eventually we end up with The Kraken.

Another major point that people use to say Izzy wants Blackbeard is that Izzy wanted the Kraken. Except he doesn't say that. His "threats" in the cabin confrontation are completely vague. He doesn't tell Edward what he wants from him beyond NOT this unrecognizable "Ed", or even what he would do if his explosion was ignored. It's not fundamentally different from the explosion in 1x04, and that's kinda the problem for Edward because 1x04 almost ended with Izzy leaving for good. Hello, freshly hurting abandonment issues! Ready to drive Edward to some really fucked up decisions?

And as far as Izzy's whole "Blackbeard is himself again" goes... The man is not exactly a good liar, and that is a really obvious lie.

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So yeah. Izzy is in love with Edward. I feel like the text makes it clear that Izzy values the fact that he gets to know Edward while everyone else is kept at bay by the Blackbeard persona, and Edward doesn't maintain any personal boundaries on his end that imply this intimacy isn't reciprocal.

They are in the middle of a depression spiral and contested divorce right now and not communicating for shit, and I don't think either of them was a talk through their feelings kind of person before, but there is a history of vulnerability and trust there. And not just on a professional level, though their jobs and lives are so intertwined that everything is a little work related.

They are a disaster, honestly, but I do love them so. Mutual toxicity and all. 💓

(Season 2 really needs to make these men talk to each other, though.)

#our flag means death #my meta #ofmd meta #< i'm a pretty thorough tagger so you can also probably find more posts on this topic that i've made and reblogged in those tags #(ex: i'm in the meta camp that doesn't think that izzy was meant to read as overtly homophobic or racist) #(mainly because of really unpleasant implications to edward having this close of a relationship to someone bigoted against him) #anyway i hope this answers your question #i'm definitely biased because i think the blackhands relationship is easily the most fascinating in the show #but like. i think the fascinating bits are supported by the text so... #izzy hands ofmd #blackbeard ofmd #ask #edward teach #izzy hands #'let me kill *for* you' conversation my beloved 💓💓💓 #codependency #ladyluscinia #blackhands

[rubberduckyrye]

im an ouma kinnie who cant even be open about it because ill get dogpiled to hell and back for being a n*zi when. he isnt one at all and its such a reach but i digress

Oh my god I am SO sorry for you, anon. Well, this is a safe space for kins of any kind, so I hope you can find some comfort in that. ;w;

Anyway major salt incoming.

As for the whole "Kokichi is a Nazi" thing--like. My god. This old debate. I hate it with a burning passion. It's just--it's just wrong.

Look. Japan uses a lot of similar imagery in their culture to Nazi Germany. The red arm bands used for club leaders in high school. School uniforms resemble what I think is formal Japanese military uniforms (like, non-war uniforms?) They use the same kinds of hats too.

Also. Fandom wake-up call time.

I'm sorry but if Kokichi is a Nazi then wtf is Kiyotaka to them?

Or Korekiyo???

These two have the red armbands and illusion to military attire--something FAR CLOSER to Nazi imagery than a stupid hat with a skull on it that doesn't even have a canon sprite to its name. Why do these guys get a free pass? Is it because Kokichi had the bad luck of being the Ultimate Leader and there was a piss poor fantranslation calling him a Dictator? Because literally the only elements to Kokichi design that you can say are Maybe Inspired by Nazi Germany attire is his hat. Which only just kind of looks like one of the hats worn by Nazi Germany. I never found an exact match for it myself, so idk. Regardless, Kiyotaka and Korekiyo both had WAY more ties to that attire than Kokichi does.

Or if we're going to talk about problematicly-designed characters in general, why is Fuyuhiko getting no hate? He's literally a crimelord--a mafia boss. Why are mob bosses okay? Are you saying that mob bosses don't maim, murder, exploit, or abuse people? Did you know that certain factions of the Yakuza are known for human trafficking? That includes sex slavery. You do know that, right?

Not only is Fuyuhiko properly translated to be a Yakuza/mob boss, but his design has FAR more ties to the Yakuza/mafia than Kokichi has to nazi germany. And the game he's in makes him a sympathetic character to top it off!

And let's not even get into the anatomical horror that is Hifumi. Like if you want to talk about offensive design choices, Hifumi is by far the worst contender as the most offensively designed character. Fucking egg with twig legs, as if that's how fat people work at all!

Anyway what I'm getting at is that the people who don't like Kokichi look for any reason to hate on him, even if the reasons to hate on him would apply to other characters in the franchise. They just want to have a "legitimate" reason to hate him so they can legitimize their rage and validate themselves for attacking his fans. It's disgusting behavior tbh.

NOTE: The only design I think that's actually offensive out of the ones I've listed is Hifumi, solely for his piss poor fat anatomy. Even then, you don't see me going around and harassing people who actually like Hifumi for the fatphobia in his design.

.... I just noticed that Hifumi isn't even wearing SOCKS. nkdjegnjkngkfr

Anyway salt time over.

#not tagging this as fandom because I am not in the mood #ask to tag for potential triggers tho

[llycaons]

ep38 (2/3): heartbreaking: the worst person you know just came out

man I feel like xxc is SUCH a romantic. he likes being in love he likes having a partner he's drawn to those idealized fairy-tale romances he doesn't look too deeply below the surface (consciously or not) because he just loves having that kind of connection with someone. and ah he and song lan were perfect for each other. if not for that foolish mistake...! but tragically he's not a main character so his suffering will lead not to a happy ending but to death

anyway. scream? I assume these are yi city residents? fuck, but that's so many. an entire city

he just loves giving those expressions to xy for no reason. unhinged menace

this is honestly hilarious. obviously 'all he wanted was a domestic life with famer's market trips uwu' is a patently absurd claim because look what he DID with that life but I cannot lie this is very funny to me. like sure maybe DEEP DOWN that's all he wanted but my sympathy for him is like. nonexistent because look what he chose to do

also. this man is gasping in fear. does xxc not notice?? willfully ignorant, perhaps

SONG LAN!!!! thank god you're here there is such bullshit going down here xxc needs you. he just lit up so much when he heard about xxc

she's such a little survivalist <3

omg remember that translation meta that described sl's answer as like 'he is world-endingly beautiful' or something? first of all he was right. they casted xxc perfectly, second of all how the hell did she write this and not make them canon gay. insane.

this kills me bc at this point SL KNOWS but I don't think he even considered approaching this with the care he would have needed to. and why not just confront xy? it's not like he knows xy has a tool to make xxc kill him

also sl is standing here in broad daylight and xy just walks past him? I mean his back is to sl but that's weird, I feel like he'd notice him just STANDING there esp if a-qing jerks away and hides

damn I hope she hasn't been hiding every time xy is around. that's her home too. she could technically leave but I doubt she wanted to abandon xxc. and she's not likely to trust any of the sects to intervene either even if she told them. and I don't think she understands that xy is making xxc kill living people

witnessing sl see how xy treats xxc (familiarly, cruelly, lying) is like. that IS a man watching someone he loves involved with someone else who's hurting them. not even jealousy, just heartbreak and righteous anger. li bowen NAILED it

I don't think sl and xxc were ever actually together which just makes this entire thing more exquisitely painful

THE SINGLE TEAR

oohh and the BLOOD

at this point a-qing is distressed enough to grab onto wwx for comfort :(

it's not often that I see the xxc/xy situation described as abuse but xy DID abuse his power over xxc to trick him into murdering people (and then the heavy implication that they were in a relationship too 😬)

I love this expression from SL. no detached justice here. this man is furious and ready to kill

this fight scene is actually good? so many fight scenes in this show are bad and this one just rules. the chemistry, the action, the drama, the tragedy. what a neat and tight little narrative

ohh double-meanings. KILL HIM SONG LAN

this was so insane of xxc to do. man had one great love of his life and he dug out his eyes for him then walked away 😭

this is so funny though. he is the worst. oh SHIT THERE'S THE CHEETAH-PRINT ROBES. what a slay

also now xy won't stop rubbing it in his face and playing on sl's insecurities. deflecting from his own crimes. as jgy does, later in the temple. xy probably learned from him honestly. but don't fall for it song lan!!! he is literally using xxc to murder people!!!

this is a taunt eerily reminiscent of wwx. his voice goes up all high, like 'awww, were you SAD? huh?' wwx taunts like this, all sarcastic. but also he's not like, evil

BITCH YOU'RE THE ONE LYING AND MANIPULATING HIM

when sl's tongue gets cut out, a-qing gets all this splashed on her. ugh

NOOOOOOOO XIAO XINGCHEN!!! THAT'S THE MAN YOU LOVE!!!

#cql re-rewatch #this is so upsetting!!! bro!!!!

[sunfaggot]

What music does Copper and Travis listen to and what kind of music will you add to their playlist and why??????? Or just talk about your thought process when making them idk go crazy

What music they listen to: hmmm... let me think of music from the 80s..... Travis definitely listens to Queen and The Smiths. Copper maybe listens to Bon Jovi and Survivor? In a character playlist, Travis would have a lot of religious themed stuff, while Copper would have... violent angry sounding music.

Think Hell's Coming With Me and Take Me To Church for Travis and... Skillet songs for Copper, just anger issues.

Thought process for Travis: at first he was just Copper's love interest, and then I thought about him more, what kind of impact he would have on Copper, and realized he was kind of... Boring? I mean, he didn't have anything that made it really feel like Copper needed him in the story. He wasn't his own character, he was just Copper's accessory, and I didn't want that anymore. So I added more character qualities! He's Copper's opposite – he's a nice church boy who the other children around him admire, including Copper. Then I thought.... How else can I make him interesting? How do I make him compelling as a character? What if the kindness was a facade for something else, something resentful, something terrified? Travis is a nice church boy who is completely terrified of the people around him and resents them all, every single one of them, except for Copper – who he worships almost like a god in this crappy little town where monsters haunt the forests and houses shake in anger. Travis loves Copper because he's everything people are afraid to show. Copper is rage, dirt, blood, sin, and the inability the hide how you truly feel, and Travis adores that about him.

Thought process for Copper: ok... so Copper Davies, right? He's the main protagonist here. He's the guy you're supposed to root for and follow around and his main goal is to murder his abusive uncle in cold blood and bury him in the forest where nobody will find him. The house shakes because of how angry he is, forests burn when he bares his teeth, and he's wounded like a feral dog. His uncle's blood is on his hands and he sniffs it, hungrily and hungrily, before biting off his own hands, that's how hurt he is because of his uncle; biting the hands with his abuser's blood stained on them is the only way he'll have ever been loved by him; by consuming him until there's nothing left. That's just a metaphor, but who knows, with my fucked up mind it may actually happen in the story atleast once. Copper's only place of comfort would be his best friend, Travis, who he thinks may just be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. In a way, Copper worships Travis like a god too, because sometimes he's the only thing that can heal the hurt. Copper is the only one who genuinely sees Travis for who he is (something broken and terrible and utterly disgusting) and he doesn't mind as long as he gets to hold his hand. Maybe when this is all over he'll actually ask him out on a date. Just the two of them while the sky opens up and fire rains down on all of them. It's the end of the world and he's setting up a candle-lit dinner for Travis.

they actually have very similar goals that parallel each other. Copper wants to kill his uncle. Travis wants to burn down the church. They just want to get rid of the things that hurt them.

(they both have unhealthy mindsets but they'll unlearn it post-story... or try to.)

#mywriting #copper and travis

[moremysteriesthantragedies]

...I Was an Angel

Welcome to my writerblr for WIP intros, WIP updates, and WIP ramblings/news. No minors, MAPS, or bigots allowed! My blog for reblogging and reacting to others works is @essiesreadingcorner, and my music rec blog is @darlingletmesing.

I tend to write

Whump/themes of abuse

Horror where the real monster is the people, not the creatures

Soft/sexy monsters/demons

Dark narratives with light moments

LGBTQ+ romance and themes

Infernal Serenade

Rating: R | Genre: Horror, Romance, Mystery | POV: 1st person

Progress: 1 and a half/4 (Writing)

In a world made up of the human and supernatural (demonic even), some might find their worshippers are truly the only thing to fear. Following the story of Quentin Callista (Quince) as he investigates the strange occurrences surrounding Bradi Cohen of Chiffon Street, through the course of four books they might find their fates are intertwined in the strangest of ways. This is a tale of lust, of pride and wrath, greed, gluttony, and envy, even sloth! But most importantly, its a story of love in the strangest of places.

FAI

Rating: R | Genre: Horror, Romance | Length: Two

Progress: Half/2 (Hiatus)

A young boy named Matthew is struggling with the recent and mysterious death of his mother. He isn't going to school and is trying to hide himself away, but, worst of all, his mother is constantly going out at odd hours and he feels none of the adults want to listen to him. In his lonely state, he ends up making friends with a FAI, an electronic toy that shows up at his house in the middle of the night, despite the recent and sudden delay in production.

LINE

Rating: R | Genre: Mystery, thriller | Length: Two

Progress: ??? (Planning)

The city is full of many types of people. In one corner, there's a young man moving in and looking forward to the normal city life, and, in another, a woman whose life has been turned absolutely upside down. Unbeknownst to him, a childhood friend is plotting behind his back, the other two are left broken and struggling for control, and his neighbor might just be hiding a secret of their own. Upon moving back to the city, Clancy Jasper finds that some things about the city never change, in the worst possible ways.

Murder of a Sacred Deer

Rating: R | Genre: Mystery, horror | Length: One

Progress: ??? (Planning)

The Therons, a family in the 1960s, is completely torn apart by the death of the oldest child, Hart. Not only was he killed "on the hunt" but what he was hunting was horribly an animal. Unable to take this sudden realization, their adoptive youngest daughter, Roe, takes her life early. Except, death is not the peaceful release she was hoping for. Finding herself in Hell, Roe does her best to survive, spending several long years following that familiar voice on the radio, struggling with herself as to whether she should confront her brother, or leave the past in the past.

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MILGRAM Trial 2 Voice Lines — English Translation

■ Source：https://milgram.jp/character ■ Artist：https://twitter.com/akka_1172 ■ Translation：HEARTMUSH

Decided to translate the voice lines on the MILGRAM character pages for fun!

CW: animal death mention, implied abuse, guilt tripping

PRISONER NO. 01: Haruka Sakurai

1. Ah— G-good morning, Warden! I'm Sakurai Haruka.   ... What's wrong? Is there something strange about me?

2. This means I was forgiven, right...? My thoughts and desires were... deemed acceptable... right? I-I'm so grateful...

3. The atmosphere about me has changed? Oh! The um, hairpin and clothes and things— were all chosen for me by Mu-san! Mu-san is so kind. She always stands up for me.

4. U-um... I got the feeling we were examined by lots of people... Everyone [the other prisoners] said it creeped them out. But... I was happy... That's weird, right?

5. MILGRAM is... really enjoyable. The guard pays so much attention to me, and Mu-san always looks after me. I've been thinking... it's okay if I don't return to that world, where no one looks at me. 

PRISONER No. 02: Kashiki Yuno

1. Go~od morning, Warden! My name is Kashiki Yuno. Did you remember it properly? 

2. Alright, Guard-san! Thanks so much for forgiving me!  

... You wanted something like that, right? 🙄

 3. Eh? I haven't really changed much. <Sigh> I miiiight be a little cold, though. What a pain. 

 4. These things always go like, "Poor girl, you must have had a horribly sad reason to do something like that!" ... So if there's no reason, I can't do it? That's so fucking stupid. (she doesn't swear but it had the energy) 

 5. Forgive, or don't forgive? That's all just playing house. I can't be warmed up like that. Without being embraced... nope, it's impossible. 

PRISONER No. 03: Kajiyama Fuuta

1. Kajiyama Fuuta. S'been a while, huh, Warden. What've you been doing all this time? 

 2. Why... Why am I a murderer!? What I did— might not have anything to do with those guys's deaths, right?! 

 3. These injuries... That bastard... Kotoko attacked me! I SERIOUSLY DON'T UNDERSTAND IT! <Gasp>...!! Was that your plan!? 

 4. It feels like shit. I'm always... always getting the feeling I'm being accused. ...What did I even do!? I just... I...! 

 5. I wasn't in the wrong. ... I think. If what I did isn't forgivable, then what the hell is what YOU’RE doing now?!

PRISONER No. 04: Kusunoki Mū

1. It's Kusunoki Mū. Warden-san... It's been a long time, right? 

 2. Eh? It's only natural, right? Mū... wasn't wrong. But... Mū believed that Warden would understand. Thank you. 

 3. It was super scary before... But now the atmosphere is really comfortable! Also... Haruka-kun is sweet. He does anything I ask him to. 

 4. My brain was all messy before... but I don't need that. I don't need to think! You saw it, right? Mū... isn't to blame! Right? 

 5. Mū has sort of begun thinking, "It might be nice to stay here forever~". The outside world has only ever done bad things to Mū. ... It's a bit lonely not being able to meet Papa and Mama, though. 

PRISONER No. 05: Kirisaki Shidou

1. I'm Kirisaki Shidou. It's been a long time, Es-kun. Many things happened while you were gone. 

 2. You forgave me, didn't you? ... Even though I asked you not to do so. ...Why? I want to hear your reasoning. 

 3. Conflict amongst the prisoners resulted in injuries, some severe. I don't want anyone to lose their lives pointlessly. As a doctor, I have to do anything I can about this. 

 4. [Sighs] I just don't know... Why was I forgiven? It's just as I said. I stole so many lives. You heard the song, and saw the footage, right? Then why...? 

 5. I had said I wished you would not forgive me. However... It is true that thanks to your forgiveness, I was able to save the lives of the prisoners. Now I no longer can say I wish to be found guilty.* If I am not alive, I cannot protect their lives. 

  *language used asserts that this is a regrettable thing

PRISONER No. 06: Shiina Mahiru

1. I'm Shiina Mahiru. It's been a while, Es-kun. I... missed you... 

2. You didn't forgive me, did you? Does that mean my love is a sin? Does that mean... there's no reason I should be alive? Well... I already knew that, you know? Ever since that day... 

3. These wounds... I think it was Kotoko-chan, while [you were] sleeping, maybe... If Shidou-san hadn't taken care of me... I'd... probably... be dead.  ... It doesn't hurt, though! Compared to the pain in my heart from not being forgiven by you... It doesn't hurt at all... 

 4. This whole time, I heard voices that doubted and accused me. I used to think love would never lose to anything, but... It hurts knowing you aren't wanted, huh? 

 5. While living in MILGRAM... I really fell in love with everyone! I also love Es-kun! But... My loving other people can't be forgiven, right...?

PRISONER No. 07: Mukuhara Kazui

1. Good morning. <An amused chuckle.> Warden, could it be you haven't fully woken up yet? I'm Mukuhara Kazui. Remember me now? 

 2. I was... forgiven by you... Is that about right? Thinking about it all, I've got some complicated feelings... Well, I wonder. Maybe it's only because I'm speaking from the safety of already being forgiven. 

 3. I myself have not changed much at all. Yuzuriha-chan attacked some of the prisoners. I was able to protect Fuuta-kun, but I couldn't make it in time for Shiina-chan. It was a terrible affair.* 

  * this line is more accurately translated as, "__ did a terrible thing", but kazui doesn't use personal pronouns in the phrase, so it could imply that either kotoko did a terrible thing in attacking others, or that his failure to protect mahiru was a terrible thing. my personal onion is that it refers to both ^_^ 

 4.  I definitely came out of the womb a liar. <Laughs> Don't worry. I'm certain you'll see through my lies this time around.. When that happens, I'll receive your thoughts and feelings with open arms. 

 5. I don't know what the aim of MILGRAM is... But I'll stop any fights as much as my body will allow. Ah. <laughs> This isn't me trying to earn your forgiveness, though.

Prisoner No. 08: Momose Amane

1.  Momose Amane. Don't disappointment me any further than this. 

2. "Unforgivable" was the decision you made, huh? If you don't properly review* your decision... We won't be able to forgive you either. 

* revise, reform, basically to do formally i.e in education re-evaluating a paper 

3. Kirisaki Shidou... His conduct goes against our taboos. I issued him a warning, but if he continues, I will have no choice but to hand him a verdict. If you don't want that to happen... You'll have to stop it*. It's possible if it's you, right? 

* [it] is not specified; could refer to Shidou (i.e declaring him guilty), Amane herself, or... MILGRAM? 

4. Good grief... I seriously had hope in you. You're anything but understanding. 

5. MILGRAM's standard of Good and Evil are not in harmony with our own. MILGRAM is NOT a just world. But... we will forgive it just this once. We are quite generous, after all. Take your time, and think it over properly.

Prisoner No. 09: Kayano Mikoto

1. Ah... Warden-kun... It's been a while. Ow— Ow ow... My head hurts...

2. I wasn't forgiven, huh. You're so mean, y'know. Even though I said I didn't do anything... Curse you...

3. Somehow my entire body hurts...  I'm all listless too... Here and there my memory is fuzzy... ... Well, it's happened now and again before all this too... But I feel like it's increasing lately... 

4. There's so much stuff I don't understand...! Really... Why do I have to endure all these horrible things? I can't go on like this...!

5. Oi, Warden-brat... Don't add to my stress any more than this. If it's to protect myself, I'll do anything.* 

* mikoto uses "boku" in all the other dialogue. here, he refers to himself as "ore" (more masculine, bolder?) and says if it's to protect the himself that uses <boku> he'll do anything.

Prisoner No. 09: Yuzuriha Kotoko

1. Good morning, Es. It's Yuzuriha Kotoko, your Fang. 

2. <Laughs> Just as I'd hoped. You were hoping for my help, right? I'll answer those wishes! With all the power I have. 

3. I gave the prisoners you decided not to forgive what they deserved. Since I'm following the MILGRAM system, I didn't knock 'em off* in one go. You're gonna need more time to think things through, yeah?  ... What's with that face? 

*仕留める refers to shooting down animals or opponents. 

4. I was gonna follow your judgment and leave things to you, but. You're real naive, huh? If it were up to me, I wouldn't forgive some of these people. It would have been better if I had been the Warden. Well. Can't win 'em all, I guess. 

5. I'll behave for a while, wait for you to finish your judging. I'll make my move after that. Don't worry. I'm on your side. Together, let us deliver judgment onto those who cannot be forgiven! 

#MILGRAM #MILGRAM project #cw animal death #cw implied abuse #cw guilt tripping #translations

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Chuck's Backstory

If I was given the structure that DOn used to make the Chucky Tv series the I guess this is how I would go about it. This for the most isn't canon in my AU. Yes in my AU they meet as kids in school. And not of the Flash Back when they met as adults that's just lazy writing Anyways... Shall we...

Ok. So after seeing the Chucky Tv series... I don't know how many times. I gotta get this off my chest. I thought it was an interesting approach to Chucky's whole Character and what makes him a villain. But........... Why tho. Honestly, I think we all knew Charles was always Fucked up in the head. The way Don could have made this work with all the fans who thought he grew up in an abusive home was by having him being abused by his father and he just lacks remorse or empathy towards anything and everyone. Except for this one girl who actually seemed to give a damn about him. They become best friends forming a bond and blah blah blah. Later they probably meet Eddie and hang out idk. Then it matches up to how in the films he shows emotion towards Tiffany and Tiffany ONLY. For example "Rome wasn't built in a day scene and Chucky trying to comfort Tiffany" Or when he stabs her and hesitates and stops and looks down at his knife only to be him with a shovel by Jesse. I'm pretty sure when he was probably younger he killed animals just cuz why not. Probably rabbits, cats, or birds. When he was younger he probably cried when he was beaten but as he got older (9-10) he was only fueled by rage causing him to snap and kill his father and be sent to the boy's foster home. Yes, he would kill the janitor but probably make it look like an accident he ain't stupid. He's actually really intelligent. The only reason he goes wild as a doll is because... He's a doll. Who in the right mind would ever blame a doll for murder? Anyway... About that weird Flash back about them meeting as adults kinda weirded me out. Chucky didn't seem like himself. If he really had to keep this scene in why not make a reunite?

*Chucky about to stab Tiffany*

"Chucky"

This catches him off guard since Tiffany's only ever called in that name.

"Charles What's taking so long? STAB THE BITCH ALREADY!"

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP!"

Turns his attention back towards Tiffany puzzled.

"Tiff? Is it really you?"

"Aww Sweetface you remembered me?"

"WHAT THE HELL? SWEETFACE?"

Chucky turns over to the annoying blonde.

"Didn't I tell you to keep your fuckin mouth shut?"

*Chucky proceeds to slit her throat*

He turns over to Tiffany

"Lookin good doll"

"Not so bad yourself Sweetface"

They passionately kiss each other.

SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS IDK???????? Oh BTW, I'm currently working on Chucky reacting with his family to his first film if anybody was wondering. It should be out soon. :)

#childs play #chucky #chucky x tiffany #chuckyxtiffany #tiffany valentine #charles lee ray #raysforever #glen and glenda #chiffany