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milgram-tournament · 3 months

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MILGRAM Best Song Tournament, Round 2, Match 1 WEAKNESS vs. THE PURGE MARCH

Propaganda for both options under the cut!

Propaganda for WEAKNESS:

"This is definitely more of a personal anecdote. However, I’m neurodivergent (like Haruka) and struggle with knowing it causes quite a bit of disappointment for my mother. I cry about it a lot. But I find that putting on Weakness is soothing for me. Knowing that there’s a character out there with the same issues…. I don’t know. Just my experience."

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"why weakness should win over umbilical: - THE SINGING THE HIGH NOTES - this song set the tone to what to expect for the trial songs to come (or what we expected) - the part where the song gets all slow paced and then picks up louder at the end it just done beautifully - it's haruka. - the singing sounds like a mix between of course singing and crying. the 'AHahA' sounds like manic laughing until the end when he's crying and it almost feels like he's sobbing while laughing. - the guitar and the drums complement his soft/sad-ish voice perfectly, especially at the beginning - very emotional, even if you didn't see the music video you can tell he's crying and mentally unwell I'm bad a propaganda, but vote for WEAKNESS!!!!"

Propaganda for THE PURGE MARCH:

"Despite the shorter length, the Purge March has several distinct sections in its structure.

It starts with a rolloff, and then… they don’t follow it. Amane isn’t here to follow the beat.

There’s the spoken-word intro and the upbeat first verse listing the tenets. The prechorus (“dou shiyou mo nai…”) has an amen break. The most-sampled four-bar drum beat. Well, there’s half of it. Is it supposed to mean something? Can I get an amen?

The chorus is so, so cheerful… unless you’re actually listening to the lyrics (“I’ll crush your throat too”) or watching the video. And it’s super catchy.

The second part of the verse dials things back. Now we’re in reality. This is how Amane breaks her tenets. All the while, those tenets are spoken into both ears over the singing. Get some good headphones. She sounds different in each ear.

The music picks up again with the amen break as Amane happily strolls back home, and then-

Oh.

The somber second chorus, with Amane’s lower singing voice and mournful spoken words, leads into the final chorus, with new lyrics and a more forceful tone. The once-meaningless chanting now has real words. “You’re sorry? I don’t care! Please go ahead and die already.” You can hear Amane’s anger despite the cheerful melody. She harmonizes in the final phrase, as if to say “we’re in this together, me and my little color guard troop.” And finally, it’s just her. Speaking. "Oboetemasuka?" Accompanied by only a single drum.

She is both Amane Momose and not. She upholds the doctrines that she was raised with, but she can’t."

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"Purge March is geniunaly one of my favorite pieces of fiction both in and out of the context of trauma. Its fantastically directed and composed. The batton twirling is spetacular and energetic, the set and character design of Amane conveys a lot about the world she’s in and the story she’s telling. Purge March contextulizes a lot of Magic in both expected and unexpected ways (insert the entire cat symbolism thesis here) Purge March casts Amane in the role of a scary child. The glowing eyes, the framing of Amane as Above the viewer, the brutality and catharsis of it all. It seems tailored made to make you Scared of her. It’s a continuation of the cycle of abuse that we the audience repeated in T1 when we gave her that verdict. A red flashing warning sign about the Inhumanity and Monsterous qualities of Amane Momose. But Amane as a monster is fufilling and freeing. Again, its deeply cathartic. I would write more if I wasnt so sleepy at the moment but its just some Fantastic work overall. Purge March is also just fantasitic vocally and also hids electricity sounds in the instrumental which I think is evil and awesome."

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-Amane’s vocals and how they slowly get more and more off the deep end is both really sad and cool to watch.

-The symbolism of the marching band and the flags. Ifykyk

-The beginning where it sounds like a propaganda TV show… really shows just how far Amane’s thinking is rooted in her cult and how that’s shaped her perception.

-The LYRICS. They work so well but it’s also creepy AF considering it’s a child who’s singing it.

-“So there is no second time, I’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me!”

-The overlapping part… gives me chills everytime.

-Building off the last point, the last “I’ll crush your throat too.” Ouch.

-“Remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of “I’m sorry” that I said to you?”

-The song also does a great job of showing how much the guilty verdict messed with her.

#milgramtournament #milgram #haruka sakurai #sakurai haruka #amane momose #momose amane

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plus-i-miss-you · 5 months

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Oh, one more if that's okay! Yandere Haruka, Mikoto, and Orekoto with their darling prisoner gn!reader please. 👀👀 They're my faves, so...😆

▷ listening to:

"you're just too good to be true" (gn!reader)

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılıㅤㅤ

♪ note: ahaha, sorry for starting with your second request! i just suddenly got too inspired :'D i'm working on your first request, i swear! hope you like this one! (i feel like it came out way too cute/fluffy, but maybe that's just me)

♪ summary: yandere!haruka, mikoto and orekoto/john becoming obsessed with you, a fellow prisoner, because you're way too good for them and you make their lives better every day. congratulations, these guys are okay with doing literally anything for you and now es has to worry about them possibly trying to murder someone.

♪ warnings: general yandere themes and behavior, themes of obsession, unhealthy relationship dynamics, there's also some repetition in mikoto's part and a warning for possible themes of derealization in his part too, just in case and also mikoto and john may be slightly ooc here.

haruka sakurai.

♪ i imagine it'd be very easy for haruka to become.. a little bit possessive over someone he likes. it's actually scary just how little you have to do to make him become obsessed with you. seriously, just be nice to him. give him a warm smile every time he looks at you, never forget to say hi to him, praise him for even the simplest and tiniest things, and that's it, the boy won't be able to get you out of his head. he just doesn't understand why you're so kind to him. he also noticed that even though you're nice to others as well, it feels like you kinda give him.. special treatment, maybe? like, your smile is especially wide whenever you see him and you compliment him more often than others.. there's gotta be a reason for it, right?

♪ his obsession with you isn't that noticeable at first. in fact, haruka starts acting in a way that's maybe a little.. cute, even? like, he shyly asks if it's okay for him to sit next to you and when you nod, you can see literal sparkles in his eyes. and when you say how good he is at something, he stares at you for a moment and when you ask him what's wrong, it takes him a bit to respond and he laughs quietly while a drop of sweat runs down his cheek and he says he's just not used to hearing things like that. and when you begin to walk away, he suddenly stops you and asks:

"u-um, y/n!.. d-did you.. you know, uh.. really mean it?"

and you have no idea that you're only encouraging him to go even more insane while turning back to him, smiling and saying yes.

♪ haruka will try so hard to spend even more time with you from now on. whenever everyone is eating, he always sits right next to you, if you're going somewhere, he's already following you, if you're talking about something, he will eagerly nod and agree with you, no matter what you say. someone like you just can't be wrong. honestly, he doesn't even have to think about anything when he's with you. he can just rely on you, right? he knows he's not the brightest person, but you will take good care of him, right? i mean, it's not like you have a choice.

♪ oh, but it doesn't mean that it will just be haruka depending on you for everything! if you need anything from him, please feel free to tell him! he can't make any promises, but he really will try his best to help you! he knows he's slow, he knows he's dumb, but if it's for you, he will try so hard to learn to do all the things you can't do yourself. just please, praise him for all his hard work. it's not such a high price, right? pat his head, call him a good boy, smile at him and only at him, say that you will always be by his side and that you will never, ever, ever leave him. hm? n-no, he did not just call you his mother right now. but he hopes you know that he's more than okay with killing someone for you or even himself if you so desire. again, he's not that smart, but he's strong, so you can trust him, he will take care of it!

mikoto kayano.

♪ .. it would take a LONG time for mikoto to realize that he likes you. yes, he had a girlfriend before according to his interrogation. yes, he's still a little slow when it comes to these things. yes. h-he just has so much on his mind, okay? also, you're just really nice and he enjoys your company a lot! there's nothing more to that, really! and no, he doesn't know what you're talking about, his face is definitely not red! maybe he just has a fever or something, he should go back to his cell, he doesn't want you to catch it, haha.. it's really hard to leave for some reason though. why can't he just take his eyes off you already?..

♪ he would try really hard to distract himself from thinking about you. maybe he should just go and talk to someone else!.. but for some reason hanging out with others isn't so fun anymore. he just can't get rid of those annoying thoughts. what do you think of him? do you like him? do you like him as a friend or in a different way? do you like somebody else? you don't, right? you don't, right? you don't you don't you don't-

"o-oh, sorry, y/n, i kinda spaced out a little, haha. hm? i looked.. angry? come on, don't say such scary things~"

.. but he will still listen a lot more attentively whenever mahiru talks about love around you and you reply to her.

♪ getting enough sleep is also basically impossible because of you now. whenever he closes his eyes, all he can see is you smiling, waving your hand, looking at him, getting a little too close to him.. and he immediately opens his eyes right after that because his heart starts beating way too fast, so fast that mikoto starts thinking that this is the end for him. w-wait, no, no, he shouldn't blame you for this! it's his fault for liking you so much, haha.. wait, so he likes you, huh.. that's it, he finally admitted it. he likes you. a lot. he doesn't know what he should do about it though. well, maybe, after all of this is over, you two can get together?

♪ except his feelings for you are so overwhelming that it doesn't feel like a cute little crush. he can't even simply ask you what you think about him, he starts to shake and stutter and he needs to put on a smile as quickly as he can and assure you that there's nothing wrong with him and he is so sane and so normal. oh, you have to go somewhere? he will go with you! oh, you want to spend some time alone?.. o-okay then. no, no, he's not mad! of course, he respects your privacy and he completely understands if you want to be alone right now! he will just.. stand here, in case you want to talk to him. and when he has to go back to his cell, he still can't fall asleep and he just lies there, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he should do. you have to be his. he feels normal when you're around. he feels at peace. he feels like everything is okay and there's nothing to worry about. .. huh. was there something for him to worry about?.. wait, what was he thinking about again? haha, he should just go to sleep already. you will worry about him if he doesn't get enough sleep- ah. ah, he was thinking about you.

john kayano.

♪ john doesn't really care about his own feelings. his job is to protect mikoto and that's it. he doesn't have time for other things. and why should he, out of all people, be interested in romance?.. well, uh, that's what he thought. honestly, you're so weird. since the second trial started, he's been the one who's fronting and pretty much all prisoners have been avoiding him, even shidou and kazui, but he wasn't mad or anything. actually, it's better for mikoto's safety if everyone just leaves him alone. but you were an exception. you still were patient with him and you still were nice to him no matter what he said. even if he threatened you, even if he showed that he's more than capable of attacking you and he's totally okay with it, you still believed that he wasn't a bad person. eventually he just gave up and let you do whatever you wanted. as long as you're not dangerous for mikoto, you're okay.. probably.

♪ his trust issues are still bad and he analyzes your every move, but also for some reason your presence feels safer than the other prisoners'. you actually greet him every time you see him, you actually talk to him and you just.. see him as a person? he even tried to ask you about it simply out of curiosity and you gave him a confused look and replied with:

"well, it's true, that you can be a little.. you know, scary, but hey, you're not a monster or anything. just a person who needs a little bit more care and love and that's all, haha."

.. god, you're weird. how can you just say things like that without a second thought?.. you actually remind him of mikoto a lot.

♪ actually, he's not sure if you still see him as mikoto or someone completely different. how much do you know about him and mikoto? how close were you to mikoto? did mikoto like you?.. well, john doesn't find you suspicious and he actually feels sort of calm when you're around, so that's probably a good sign. and it's also a sign to make sure nothing bad ever happens to you. if mikoto really did like you, he would be devastated if you got hurt. and, um.. john probably wouldn't like it either. he actually feels like you're too nice for this place. sure, he knows you're a murderer as well, but he doesn't really have a right to judge you. so don't be surprised if you start to notice or feel john's presence more often or see john getting visibly annoyed if anyone looks at you in a "wrong" way or says something even slightly mean about you, even as a joke.

♪ yes, he's fine with attacking someone if he gets a feeling that they may do something bad to you. even if that person just doesn't like you that much or they have done something that made you sad, even if it was an accident, it's enough for john to see them as a threat. just don't worry too much about it, okay? it's not like it's your fault or anything. and it's not that hard for john to do it. he's.. uh, used to protecting the people he cares about, so it's fine. and you don't have to worry about him "losing" or anything. he won't calm down until that person gets what they deserve. also, if the guard has anything against you, he won't hesitate to take care of them either. it's fine, you can trust him. just remember to thank him for saving you after he's done.

#💌 requested!#milgram #milgram x reader #haruka sakurai #haruka sakurai x reader #mikoto kayano #mikoto kayano x reader #john milgram #john kayano #john kayano x reader #(yes my heart still bleeds every time i use his canon name but. yeah. it's a canon name so)

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malarkgirlypop · 5 months

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MEDIC! Part 22 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

So one minuet I'm cackling laughing and then the next I'm blubbing like a baby. Giving myself whiplash over here! Just to be warned, I barely re-read this cause I want to get it out. So if something doesn't make sense, whoops, I will do a proof read later, I'll fix it ahaha. OMG yeah no this chapter is all over the place, my bad!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

I tossed and turned, my brain in overdrive, wouldn’t let me go to sleep. The soft snores of the men filled the room. They all instantly fell asleep as soon as they laid their head on the pillow. I was jealous, my body was exhausted but my mind was wide awake. I kept replaying the fight I had with Don. Then how he was in the kitchen. Like he wasn’t upset by it, maybe he wasn’t. I rolled over trying to get comfortable but nothing worked. I reached down grabbing my canteen from beside my bed. I unscrewed the lip, tipping it back. No water entered my mouth, I shook it over my face. It was empty. I huffed. There was a water supply downstairs.

I pulled back my covers moving very slowly. I didn’t want to wake the men, knowing they needed their rest for the patrol. I placed my feet down on the floor, it was cold but I didn’t want to put on my boots. I would be down and back in seconds there was no need. I got off the bed, wincing at every creak and squeak from the mattress and the floor. I tip-toed slowly out of the room pausing every time I heard a noise. I could briefly make out shapes in the dark, the large holes in the wall providing some luminance from the moonlight.

I snuck down the stairs, cringing with every creak they made underfoot. I made it to the third step from the top, stepping down on my toes, when my ankle gave way underneath me. I flailed my arms trying to reach for something to grab onto but the steps didn’t have a handrail. I tipped forward, my body careening down the stairs. I seemed to hit every single step on the way down. I winced, but not from the pain, from the amount of noise my body made as it bounced down the stairs. So much for being quiet. I barrel rolled down the steps, landing in a heap at the bottom. I lay still, panting from the fall. Maybe if i just didn’t move no one would notice. I wasn’t in pain, probably from the adrenaline that was now coursing through my veins, yeah that’s going to help me get to sleep. I heard movements from upstairs.

“What was that?”

“Was that a bomb?”

“What was that noise?” I heard the men upstairs whispering to each other, trying to figure out what all the crashing was from.

“Who’s there?” Even though I was laying on my front sprawled out with my hair covering my face, I could see the shine from the flashlight land on me.

“It’s Emily.” I said weakly, raising my hand over my head. “I fell.”

The sound of footsteps sounded coming down the stairs. Babe was at my side in seconds.

“Jesus, of course it was you who fell down the stairs.” Babe chuckled. I groaned. “Sorry, are you ok?” He asked, I gave him a weak thumbs up. “Come on, let’s get you up.”

I got to my hands and knees, my head spinning slightly. Babe grabbed my hands pulling me to stand. I winced in pain, oh no there it is. My whole body screamed in agnoy, especially my back which took the brunt of the fall. I clung onto Babe’s shoulder’s. As he helped me back up the stairs again, the rest of the men waited at the top, some of which had gotten back into their beds.

“Can we take you anywhere?” Grant asked with a playful smile.

“I’m sorry, I was trying to be quiet.” I felt so bad for waking them all.

“Are you ok though?” Joe asked from his bed. I gave a nod as Babe gently placed me back onto the bunk, lifting my legs for me to swing into bed. I wasn’t that injured but he had done it before I could say anything. I let him tuck me back in.

“You’re such a goose.” Babe said to me before climbing back into his own bed. Everyone fell asleep quickly including myself.

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I was up with the men as they prepared to leave on the patrol. I gave a hug to Babe and Grant who left with the men. All we could do was wait. We made our way into the basement, where the men would bring the prisoner if it was a success.

The sounds of footsteps clunked into the room, surely they weren’t back yet? Cobb, Skinny and Garcia walked in dripping wet.

“What the hell happened?” I asked, standing from my seat, making my way over to the shivering men.

“We took a dip.” Cobb said sarcastically. I moved forward to the men who stood in front of me.

“Here, take off those clothes before you catch your death. Can we get some blankets and dry clothes over here!” I called helping Skinny pull off his jacket since his hands were shaking so badly. I ensured the other men took off their wet clothes as well. Once they were in dry clothes I draped them in blankets and put them by the fire. Skinny was still shivering, I passed him the warm coffee I had made for him.

Then it was a waiting game again. Everyone else was out to help with covering fire. The men who had fallen into the water and I waited in the basement. I could hear distant gunfire and explosions. I could hear the sound of the whistles being blown, they were on their way back. I paced around the room, anxious to see how it went. I flinched with every explosion, come on why aren’t they back yet.

The door burst open as the men poured in, “We got wounded. Come on!” They carried in the soldier. It was chaos, the men shouting orders, the gunfire that continued outside, the bustle of people that made their way in. The once empty room filled with four people was now teeming with life and noise.

I made room on the table, instructing them to lay down the wounded man. It was Jackson. His face was badly injured as well as his upper torso. He gasped for breaths as he shook in pain. His face was burnt and disfigured.

“It was his own grenade, he ran in too early.” One of the men told me.

“Hold him down.” I yelled at the soldiers as Jackson squirmed around, making it harder for me to see. I pulled out my flashlight, opening his mouth. The inside of his throat was burnt. Shit. This wasn’t good. We were losing his airway every second, as it swelled shut. I needed an Oropharyngeal, but I didn’t have one, no one did.

“Does anyone have a tube?” I asked, looking around at the men, they shook their heads. I tilted Jackson's head back trying to open his airway as best I could. But it would be no use in a matter of minutes when it swelled shut.

“Does anyone have a pen?” More shaking heads. God fucking dammit. I wanted to try and do a tracheostomy, if I had a scalpel and a tube or even a pen I could create a new airway. But I had nothing in the way that I could perform the procedure. I flicked my eyes to Jackson, as he tried to fight, sitting up and moving. He was panicking, he was losing his breath faster, gasping and choking.

“Jackson, lie still, don’t panic.” I tried to reassure him, but with each gasp he took, less air was entering his lungs. He was slowly suffocating. I didn’t have anything with me, no intubation kit, no scapula, no pen. I couldn’t keep his airway open. He was going to die if I did nothing. I could save him but I don’t have anything, I have no supplies.

“Gene, do you have anything to intubate with, a pen, anything?” I asked as he rushed into the room. I watched him scavenge through his bag, he shook his head.

“We need to move him, I don’t have the supplies to keep his airway open!” I told him. He nodded.

“Let’s get him moving.” Gene called, the men helping him onto the stretcher.

“I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die.” He cried as he gurgled on his saliva. I held his hand as he was transferred. He looked right at me, “Don’t let me die.” I shook my head. “I won’t!” We moved him off the table. A bomb shook the house, making all of us duck, the men laying him on the floor on the stretcher. I kept his head tilted back as he choked on his blood and spit. I could hear him struggling to draw his breath. He writhed around gasping for air that wasn’t making it into his lungs.

“Jackson! Jackson! Please, you have to hold on, please!” I begged trying to keep his airway open. He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth and onto my face and clothes. He stilled.

“No! No!” I said bending down pressing my mouth on his as I gave him rescue breaths. I could taste his blood in my mouth as I pulled back. I bent down again giving him two more, I blew into his mouth, turning my head to look at his chest. I waited for his chest to rise and fall, the feeling of his exhale on my cheek, listening intently for the sound of him taking a gulp of air. But I didn’t, his chest didn’t move, I didn’t feel anything on my cheek or the sounds of him breathing again. He was still. I hovered over his face, staring down into his now dull eyes. I pulled back, resting on my haunches, I looked around the room. Babe's eyes found mine, he shook his head in disbelief. Surely he didn’t lose another friend, another brother. The sad look in my eyes said it all. He had. We all had.

I was so mad, I could’ve saved him, if I just had the supplies, anything, I could have sent this young man back to his family.

I wiped my mouth that was covered in his blood. Martin approached, laying a blanket over the man, no boy. He was just a boy.

The room that was once overbearing with noise, fell eerily silent. I hastily wiped the tears from my cheeks. I moved from my position walking over to Babe. I wrapped him in my embrace as he clung to me burying his head in my shoulder.

I don’t think we slept the rest of the night. We made our way back to base, but we all stayed up. I sat in the middle of my bunk as Babe laid down smoking, resting his legs on my lap. I leaned back into the wall, still covered in the blood that wasn’t mine. Jones and Webster made their way back from dropping off the POW’s, wandering back into the room.

“We heard you got two prisoners. Good work.” Don complimented Jones.

“Jackson’s dead.” Webster announced. Don and Lieb who hadn’t been there nodded, already hearing it from us when we got back.

“Yeah, we heard.” Lieb said, laying on the top bunk behind Don.

“Yeah, well, they want another patrol tonight.” Perconte informed the men who had just joined us. When we had heard there was going to be another one, we were less than enthused, just because it went to plan didn’t mean we lost nothing. We lost a life. Why risk losing more? Why did they need more prisoners? The Germans were falling apart anyway. It felt like a waste to go over again. A risk we didn’t want to take. Just because it was a ‘success’ this time, didn’t mean the next one was going to be. What if we sent 15 men over there just to be killed. It was infuriating. I knew how this was going to end, hell it was all I learnt in history class. I knew that the Germans lost, and it was closer than they knew. I couldn’t blurt that to them, they would think I was crazy, or a spy. I wanted to shake Colonel Sink, tell him it wasn’t worth it. That these men were more precious than the German POW's they wanted so badly. Couldn’t he see that these men needed to be preserved. I huffed, patting Babe’s leg. He glanced over to smile at me. A small smile but it meant the world, I returned it.

The men prepared nonetheless. Waiting in the same basement from last night. It felt tainted in that kitchen now. It wasn’t the same warm atmosphere it held before. Everything had been cleaned and organised but the feel of the room was heavy.

I sat looking over the things in my medic bag. I wish I had more in it. It was almost barren apart from a couple of bandages, sulphur and medication. The rest of my bag was my personal items. I thumbed over them. The dress from Renee, a stone I had taken from the woods in Bastogne, the gloves I had had in my pockets the day I had arrived, the hand sanitizer bottle that was now empty, my wallet, my phone and headphones. It was bizarre to have those things in this time. These men had no idea who I really was. They believed I was a young girl from Boston who came over to help the injured and dying men. When in reality I had messed with someone much bigger than myself and got stuck. If I go home, or when I go home, these men will have passed. After I leave I will never get to see them again. I looked around at the group, they all looked weary and tired. Yawning as they cleaned their equipment. I glanced over to Cobb who stood in the doorway, raising a bottle to his lips and throwing back the drink. He swayed on his feet. He was clearly drunk. I shook my head.

“Whatcha you looking at, Webster?” I heard him slur. I glanced up, Webster’s eyes trained on the inebriated man. Awkwardly glancing away after he had been called out by Cobb.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, college boy.” He taunted the man. I huffed, annoyed at his loud obnoxious voice. Everyone else was doing as they were asked, sure they weren’t thrilled but they never fussed. Cobb on the other hand had to be dragged to do everything and somehow managed to weasel his way out of it all. Moaning and groaning about doing the least amount possible.

“Are you drunk, trooper?” Jones swivelled in his chair to face the drunkard.

“Leave me alone.” Cobb snapped. But Jones didn’t flinch to his bitterness.

“Answer the question.” Jones said again, tone more firm. The young boy who had wandered into CP yesterday was gone, he seemed more confident in his role. It fit him nicely.

“Yes, sir. I am drunk, sir.” Cobb muttered. “Drunk, sick and tired of fucking patrols and taking orders.” He droned on.

“Hey Cobb, shut up. It’s boring, okay?” Martin told the man. I hid my smile. It was nice to see him being put in his place. And Martin did give the best tellings off.

“Taking his side, Johnny?” Cobb asked, looking butthurt.

“Yeah, I am.” Martin said, turning away from him. We stayed in the basement preparing, waiting for our orders.

I spoke quietly with Grant, Babe and Lieb who I was sitting with as they cleaned their guns. No one raised their voices over a hushed whisper. The tension in the room was solemn.

“Do I need to do something about the situation?” Lieb whispered to me leaning closer so I could hear him. We hadn’t been talking before just sitting in silence.

“What?” I asked confused, as the man had started talking like we were in the middle of a conversation that didn’t exist.

“You and Malarkey.” He stated.

“It’s fine Joe.” I shook my head, looking down at the floor.

“Well it clearly isn’t, I can see that you’re upset. He also hasn’t spoken to you in days. Do I need to talk to him?” He asked concerned, ducking his head down to make eye contact with me.

“What happened? This isn’t like you two.” I chuckled, when did he become so observant of me.

“I have it sorted, I’m waiting for him to apologise.” I said.

“Why does he have to apologise? What did he say?” He questioned me, the interrogator in him coming out.

“He just said that he didn’t have time for me, that he was busy.” I intentionally left out the part where he said he was my babysitter. I knew if I told that to Joe, he would try and fight Don.

“He’d better do it fast.” Lieb’s eyes falling on the man sitting across the room. He looked distant, staring off into space.

“It’s fine Joe, plenty of other fish in the sea right?” I stated, trying to play off the hurt in my chest. Of course it wasn’t as simple as finding someone else, I didn’t want anyone else. But I didn’t want to fool myself into thinking he would do what I wanted him to do. Who knows he might be already done with me, before anything started. If there was nothing there like he said, he could be perfectly fine. He is just mourning his friends, nothing else.

Joe gave me a sad smile, clearly not believing the front I had put up. His hand landed on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. I smiled, leaning into him. I rested my head on his shoulder as he lent his head on mine. We stayed like that for a while, not speaking, just resting. It was comforting. He was the older brother I never had. I didn’t think I would be able to smile again after losing Skip and Alex. I adored the two men. They had become my family. After I had lost them, I didn’t think I could trust and love someone as much as I did those two men. But somehow after the haze of it all, Joe waited for me. We were friendly, but never close before. Then suddenly he was everywhere I turned, with his charming smirk and witty banter. Same for Babe and Grant. They were just there when I needed them. They just took me in. I think that Alex and Skip had sent them somehow. I missed them so dearly.

Grief was a weird emotion. I had experienced it many times before, but it was never the same. With my Nana, I was sad, but I was grateful, she was old and ready to go. I always thought of her fondly, never plagued too much by her passing.

My mother on the other hand was a weight pulling me to the bottom of the sea. The heaviness of my grief was crushing. It was one thing to lose a parent, but to a disease where you had to watch them die slowly, knowing their fate, but secretly hoping for their survival. She was all I had left. I never fully am free of the sadness of her passing.

Then here, losing lives everyday was hard, but it was manageable. Most of the men I didn’t know personally, I wasn’t tied to them. I felt sad for their death but was able to move forward. If I didn’t think of them too hard or how I had lost them, I was fine.

With Alex and Skip it came in waves. The first a tidal wave, threatening to pull me down to the ocean floor just like with my mother. But I was dragged from the water, thrown a life saver. I had support. I would float on the top of the water, everything fine, happy and normal. Then every so often I would sink under the surface. The weight returned. It would hurt all over again, like a fresh wound. Just like lying in water, I would sink and float. Sometimes the sea was rougher than normal, or it was calm and tranquil. But just like the ocean it was unpredictable.

I missed them all so much.

“!0-hut!” Martin called. I stood quickly, focusing on the world around me again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, being so deep in thought.

Winters, Nixon, and Speirs walked into the room. “At ease.” We all relax at Winters command.

“This everybody Grant?” Winters asked.

“Sir.” Grant confirmed.

Winters spoke to the men, telling them he was proud. My eyes wandered over to Nixon who hung in the archway. I smiled at him as he sent me a wink. I didn’t miss the exhaustion that lingered on his face. He motioned for me to pay attention, still smiling. I looked back at Winters who was telling the men there was another patrol set for tonight. Many heads hung low. Winters explained the plan, noting that not much was changing, other than the men would need to go further into town. More risk. I sighed, my leg bouncing nervously. Babe’s hand stilled my movements, he left his hand there.

“It will be 0200 hours instead of 0100. Is that clear?” Winters asked, the men confirming. “Good. Because, uh, I want you all to get a full night’s sleep tonight. Which means in the morning you will report to me that you made it across the river into German lines but were unable to secure any live prisoners.” Winters paused as his words sunk in. He was going to lie. The men weren’t going to have to go on the patrol after all. I grabbed Babe’s hand under the table, squeezing it tightly. I channelled all of my relief into our clasped hands so that I wouldn’t whoop and yell. Babe held my hand as tightly as I did his.

“Understand?” Winters asked the men, his eyes flitting around the room. The tension in the room had evaporated immediately, like a weight being lifted off our shoulders.

“Yes, sir!” The soldiers said in unison.

“Good, look sharp for tomorrow. We’re moving off the line.” He told the men as he gathered his supplies and left. I could’ve fallen out of my seat. OFF THE LINE! OFF THE LINE!

“Did I fucking hear that right?” Lieb turned and asked me. I shook my head in disbelief. A smile pulling at my lips.

“We’re moving off the line.” I uttered, Lieb and Babe grinning at me.

#wtf that got heavy quickly #sorry for all the ocean content with grief #idk I just rolled with it #i thought it gave it good visuals #ahaha #next chapter is funny promise #but ay it's me we are talking about so lol #emarkey #also don and Em still fighting #guys wth #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #donald malarkey #band of brothers imagine #joe toye #bill guarnere #dick winters

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

BOTH ENDINGS BONUS.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: mildly suggestive.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

I decided not to love anyone anymore.

I decided not to trust anyone anymore.

I broke that old vow without hesitation.

It was very frightening.

Emma: How is it, Lord Gilbert?

Emma dances in an empty dance hall wearing a jet-black dress that looks like the night sky.

There is no music, no audience, only a dance hall that has lost its former glory,

Emma’s dance was more alive and brighter than the starry sky that covered the windows.

(I don't know what you enjoy so much….) // (I don't know what's so fun about it.)

The dance partner is a sickly man who has been forced to live on a bed for years.

Unlike most of the world's most skilled dancers, I am by no means a good dancer.

Even so, Emma’s smile was bright with joy.

Gilbert: You're getting better than you were the first time.

(When you danced at Rhodolite, it was like you just learned on the spur of the moment….)

Even if she were to join society today, no one would doubt that she was from a commoner family. // Now, if she were to join in a social gathering, no one would suspect that she was a commoner.

Gilbert: Who did you practice with?

Emma:….No one.

Gilbert: Eh— really?

Emma: You already know that, don't you?

Gilbert: I'm being a skeptic man.

Emma: Please rest assured. Since Lord Gilbert always had his eye on me, no one would go out with me.

Gilbert: Ahaha. That's good to hear.

Emma:…..It's not good.

Gilbert: What, you want to dance with another man?

Emma:…….

The eyes that are looking at her with a steady, questioning gaze are passed off with a smile.

She is the only woman who is so undaunted by the royal family, the symbol of terror.

Gilbert: By the way, I won't allow you to go around the place just to show off. It's a big deal if pests come near you.

Emma: Originally, I had no intention of showing off except to Lord Gilbert. // Originally, I was only going to show it to Lord Gilbert.

Emma: And this is...well, a party…to celebrate your recovery.

Gilbert: To celebrate my recovery. If that's the case——

I tugged Emma’s hand and pressed her lips against mine.

Gilbert: Does that mean I can do this too?

Emma:….Of….course.

Not only her face but also her ears turn red, and she kisses me back.

The fact that it is awkward no matter how many times she has done it is a sign that she’s not used to being with men.

I placed my hand on her cheek to chase her lips, which quickly parted, and takes her breath away again.

(…But to be honest, I didn't expect to be loved by you.)

(I thought I was going to die without ever having been involved in love or anything like this.)

(It's truly amazing how a series of coincidences have led us to where we are now——)

Gilbert: Hello, big brother.

Akatsuki: Ah, you're here again, pipsqueak.

The time I spent in the beautiful country of Rhodolite, full of roses and art, was filled with joy.

Among them, I was especially looking forward to the second-hand book market that is held regularly under the blue sky……

I got along especially well with the merchant from Kougyoku(Ruby), who opened his shop almost every time.

Gilbert: Wow...there are a lot of interesting books again this time.

Only his store had so many rare books that I couldn't understand why people were avoiding it.

Akatsuki:…Every time, you only pick up the most difficult books, don't you?

Gilbert: I like academic books from other countries because they contain a lot of things I don't know.

Gilbert: I've read all the books from my country, so it's boring. Oh this book looks interesting——

When I reached out, I bumped into another hand reaching out from the other direction.

Gilbert: Ah….

Blonde boy:……

He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was clearly an aristocratic boy.

He's a little taller than me, but he's about the same age as me.

Gilbert: Are you interested in this book?

Blonde boy: Yes.

Gilbert: How strange. It's the world's first legal book written in ancient achroite script….

Blonde boy:…I'm surprised anyone else can read this.

He was clearly different. And I instantly knew it.

He, like myself, deserves to be classified as a genius.

Gilbert: Then, shall we read it together?

Gilbert: My name is Gil. And you are?

Blonde boy:……

We went into a nearby back alley and read the book we just bought side by side.

The blonde boy was surprisingly quiet.

Gilbert: I wish you could tell me your name. // You could have at least told me your name.

Blonde boy: We’re not going to get along.

Gilbert: But if we read a book together, that means we're friends.

Blonde boy: What's with that rule?

Gilbert: I just decided. I wanted to be your friend.

Blonde boy: Why?

Gilbert: Because I’m lonely.

Blonde boy:……..

Gilbert: You seem to have no problem making friends like this, so…..I'm never letting you go.

Blonde boy:…..Sighs.

The first friend I made at Rhodolite was a blunt, impertinent boy who honestly didn't seem to be good at socializing.

Still, he is intelligent, and he is willing to engage in discussions that even adults could not come close to.

Every time I met him at a used book market, we would exchange books while reading it together.

Gilbert: I wonder why people with powers are always so corrupted.

At one point, I sat on a barrel in a back alley, closes a thick book on my lap, and uttered a few unrelated words.

This is my impression after reading all the history books of the continent written in ancient languages.

The blonde boy, sitting on the ground with one knee, was listening while reading the book without stopping.

Gilbert: They say continental history is from the nobility, but there are none.

Gilbert: Those who killed their own people to gain the throne, those who cheated other nations to expand their territory, and those who turned a blind eye to the suffering of their people……

Gilbert: Because it has a long history, there should be someone with a benevolent and kind monarch who is equal to everyone.

Gilbert:……No, people like that don't go down in history.

Blonde boy: No wonder.

Blonde boy: In today's society, a monarch who claims to be loving and equal would be the first to be eliminated.

Blonde boy: The one who has seized power will never let go of it again. If there is even a slight disadvantage, they would turn a blind eye.

Blonde boy: I don't know about the pain of others. That is part of human’s nature.

Gilbert: Hmm, I see.

I put my dangling feet on the ground and smiled brightly.

Gilbert: I think human beings are inherently conscientious creatures.

Gilbert: It's the world that makes people greedy, not the people themselves.

At this time, the images of Albert and my mother were in my mind.

The loved ones always lavish their affection on the sickly prince.

If Albert survives the battle, he will take the throne,

I was sure that he would be a king of love and equality.

While knowing that our homeland is a land of deceit and corruption,

I thought people had a conscience and took it for granted.

Blonde boy: According to your theory, there are no real bad people in the world.

Gilbert: Yeah. Because the essence of human beings is love.

Gilbert: The rotten monarchs who spun history could have been kind to others if the world was different.

Blonde boy:...You say very dreamy things, don't you?

Gilbert: It is, but whatever.

Gilbert: I like people.

My friend snickered at me, but at the time I was really thinking about it.

The sickly prince was surrounded by kind people——

Because they didn't know about the real deception and corruption.

Akatsuki: Hey, pipsqueak, what's up? You don't look so happy today.

When I arrived in the land of roses and the four seasons had come and gone, the letters I had received from the home country suddenly stopped.

A sense of foreboding swirls in my heart, and my smile is drawn back into a tight line.

Gilbert:…I think it's time for me to go home. Today is the last time I'll be here.

Akatsuki: I see.

Gilbert: Hey, big brother. Here, I got something for you.

I looked around, made sure no one was near us, and then, I handed him over the pass to Obsidian.

Obsidian, which had strict checkpoints since that time, was a difficult country for outsiders to enter.

An exception to this rule is the passport issued by the royal family, which allows easy entry into the country.

That is how strong the position of the royal family was in the country.

Gilbert: I wonder if you can sneak in and sell some books for me.

Akatsuki:…..All right. I also wanted to visit this country once.

Akatsuki: I promise I'll sell you books.

Gilbert: Thank you. Then, big brother is also my friend.

Akatsuki:….Yeah.

Perhaps the reason I wasn't too surprised when I handed over my Obsidian pass was because I had a vague idea of what was going on.

Akatsuki puts the pass in his pocket and pats my head.

Akatsuki: I know it's a tough country. But....don’t change, pipsqueak.

Akatsuki: If you grow up to be the man you are today, you will become a wise ruler.

Gilbert: I don't know if it’s true....but, thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

Gilbert: ——Today is the last time I'll see you.

Blonde boy:…….

After Akatsuki, I have to bid farewell to the blonde boy.

In the past year, even though we had a fair amount of interaction, nothing had changed, whether it was bluntness or impertinence.

Gilbert: You're so heartless. I can't believe you're not even sad for me.

Blonde boy: You've always been a one-sided talker. // It's probably just that you were always talking one-sidedly.

Gilbert: Well, that's right, but in the end….please tell me at least your name.

Blonde boy: It's a hassle.

Gilbert: Even though we are friends.

Blonde boy: I’m not sure. // I don’t know.

Gilbert: I'm going to cry.

Blonde boy: Then cry.

My first friend sighs in annoyance and hands me an envelope.

Gilbert: What's this?

Blonde boy: You’ve been coughing violently from time to time.

Gilbert:……

Blonde boy: I have a foolish younger brother who gets sick a lot. The doctor has been giving him tea regularly, but he's been sulking.

Gilbert:….I can't believe you’ve been nice to me at the very last minute.

The envelope is even carefully marked with the sender's name.

"Chevalier=Michel"...that seems to be his name.

I knew that, but it's the name of a prince of Rhodolite.

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you.

Gilbert: I'm Gilbert, by the way. Gilbert Kloss.

Chevalier:…."Kloss"….yes…

Gilbert: I hope we can remain friends the next time we meet.

Chevalier: We’ll see about that.

There are no more words for each other——

The exchange with my first friend also ended there.

Gilbert:……Albert…..

Gilbert: Mo….ther….?

The first thing that awaited me upon my return to the land of deceit and corruption was a row of corpses lining the walls.

The two stared into the distance with empty eyes.

The happy and peaceful time in the land of roses crumbled all at once.

Gilbert: Ah——……..

Gilbert:……Aah….AAAAAHH!

━━FLASHBACK━━

Albert: Listen, Gil. I'm on your side no matter what.

Albert: I promise. I won't leave you alone…..okay?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert:…Liar…..

Gilbert:…You Liar….

The sunset stained my eye.

The sunset was like the color of blood.

As I stood frozen like a stone statue in front of this unacceptable reality, a tap on my shoulder came from behind.

He was the patriarchal grandfather of the Kloss family, one of the noblest bloodlines in Obsidian.

Grandfather: Gilbert, I hope you are all right. I'm glad you didn't do anything foolish.

Gilbert: Foolish?

Grandfather: Yes. Of course, those two were against the emperor.

Grandfather: They deserve to die. They’re a disgrace to our family. Gilbert, you're the only one who can't bring any more shame on us.

Gilbert:……

The gentle world shatters into pieces.

And that's how I finally learned about the real world.

Eldest brother: What, you're still alive? You're so stubborn for a sickly man.

Eldest brother: But the brother you loved is dead. There's no one left to protect you now.

Eldest brother: You can't wait to die eventually, but you want to see Albert as soon as possible, don't you?

Eldest brother: He took my idea seriously that if he wanted to stop killing each other, he should give his opinion to the emperor…..

Eldest brother: Ahaha, he’s an idiot. The Kloss family doesn't need weaklings like you guys.

Gilbert:…..Is that all you have to say?

As we passed each other, I stabbed my brother's heart with a knife.

This was the beginning of the trampling beast.

Eldest brother: Y….You…..

Gilbert: What an idiot. We are in the middle of a battle for the throne, aren't we?

Gilbert: The weaklings should disappear quickly from my sight.

Mocking people's deaths and covering up the truth with deception.

There is no one who takes pleasure in oppressing the weak, and there is no one who cares for the weak.

There was a world out there that I could not have known when I was bedridden.

The land of corruption that Albert and my mother hid so well was full of stench and unbearable…..

I killed and killed and killed.

The innocent boy who believed in love found himself killing almost all the members of the royal family,

I have done things that no one with "love" would ever do.

My own heart was false love.

Every time I kill someone, I realize that there is no such thing as love.

Both my mother and Albert betrayed me.

The foolishness of choosing death with the mouth that spun love is truly false love.

Whenever I saw something beautiful, I began to suspect that it was all just a trick of the mind.

The trampling beast has gone as far as it will go.

The emperor: You…..

Gilbert: Ahaha, you fool. I can't believe you fell for such an easy trap.

Then, after 10 years, on the bloodstained rose day.

The Emperor, who had decided to march on Rhodolite, was running across the battlefield,

He used several bribed soldiers to get false information and lure him into a deserted area.

The mad emperor, the root of all evil that caused the brothers to kill each other.

But I kept him alive until this day because I was not strong enough.

The emperor's swordsmanship was so divine that if we tried to interfere, we would be killed.

To kill him, I needed a weapon.

The weapon was finally completed on bloodstained rose day.

Gilbert: If you die, I will be the only member of the Obsidian royal family now, won't I?

I pointed the rifle of my cane at the emperor.

The normally bloodshot eyes of the emperor were somehow calm on this particular day.

Gilbert: I've been working on this weapon without your knowledge.

Gilbert: I am an impotent member of the royal family, so I have to use my cowardice to fight against you, a barbarian…..

Gilbert: Well, no words will ever reach you, so I guess that's enough. Good-bye.

The emperor: ——……As expected, of my red eyed son.

The moment I tried to pull the trigger, my fingers stopped at the words I heard.

Facing his own death, the emperor suddenly clapped his hands in praise.

The emperor: A beast among beasts. Indeed, the future of Obsidian is safe.

The emperor: You are the one who would be the best suited to the bloodstained throne. I have longed for such a successor.

Gilbert:……

The emperor: Come, kill me. And it would be better if the bloodstained country was more blackened by your generation.

The emperor: In the end, you were destined to become a trampling king…..just like me.

The emperor: Haha…..ahahaha!

Gilbert:…….

This time, I pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The emperor's body is thrown back and falls down the cliff.

Deep in the woods, where no one would ever come, became the graveyard of the mad emperor.

Gilbert:…. I see. I was wondering how a crazy emperor like you was born…..

Gilbert: I….guess I went the same way as you. // I….must have followed the same path as you.

I have killed relatives, I have killed nobles, my body has been defiled, my heart has been shattered.

Killing my biological father doesn't make me feel anything, but rather makes me smile.

Anyway, I couldn't stop laughing.

Gilbert: I’ve already….

Gilbert: Gone insane.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Akatsuki: ——There's a girl who recently started coming to my store.

I suddenly remembered a trivial conversation that Akatsuki had with me while he was selling books.

Akatsuki: She's as lovely and adorable as a little rabbit.

Akatsuki: The girl had given candy to a crying boy in front of the store.

Akatsuki: That candy was her reward for helping me.

Akatsuki: She was happy to receive candy, but she gave it to someone else without hesitation.

Akatsuki: Seeing the boy stop crying, she looked even happier than when he received the candy.

Gilbert:….Heeh?

Akatsuki:…I thought she was just like you when you were at Rhodolite.

Akatsuki: She's a beautiful girl with a pure heart, just like you.

Perhaps Akatsuki had noticed.

That the innocent boy's heart has been broken and soiled…..

He may have started talking about her in an attempt to keep me forgetting about my broken heart.

She is a girl from the land of roses, like my former self, who believes in human love and has no doubts.

Every time I hear about her story, I am reminded that there are beautiful people in the world.

Even if I can't believe how beautiful it is….

Even if the child's heart is also false and may change someday anyway….

The "other me"(little rabbit) was my last hope.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert:…Oh well.

I put down the cane and looked up to the sky.

Gilbert: Even if it was an act of madness——

Gilbert: I don’t want her to be trampled by anyone other than me.

Gilbert: ——Now that I think about it, I wonder if it was my first love.

Emma: First love?

After returning to the room from the dance hall, Emma reacts sensitively to the words she accidentally spilled.

Emma: Did you have your first love, Lord Gilbert?

Forgetting that she was completely naked on the bed, she blinked her eyes.

Gilbert: Why are you so surprised?

Emma: Since I came to this castle, I haven’t seen any women hanging around with Lord Gilbert at all, which is surprising…..

Gilbert: Oh, man, I'm a handsome man, too, you know?

Gilbert: I do this kind of thing to you every day.

When I bit into Emma’s soft chest, her delicate body bounced while she was on my lap.

The fingertips that were on my shoulders tightened, and I secretly smiled.

Emma: W—What kind of person were you?

Gilbert: Let’s see….

Gilbert: I won't tell you for free.

Emma:……

(I don't think it's worth asking.)

(….Or maybe I don’t think so myself.)

When I looked into her eyes with a smile, a warm hand was placed on my cheek as she kissed me.

As she repeatedly nibbled over and over again to transfer heat to my cold lips, I felt more frustration than satisfaction.

Gilbert: Hey, are you doing this on purpose?

Emma: What…do you mean?

Gilbert: More like….this?

I put my finger in her mouth and lightly stroked her tongue, and she seemed to understand what I meant.

She nodded with a bright red face and kissed me again, deeper than before.

Her tongue was entwined with mine in a stuttering manner, and I felt the heat circulate not only through my lips but also through my fingertips.

As I teased her heat with my fingertips, and suddenly our kisses turned sloppy.

Emma: Haa…..nn——

Gilbert: That was close.

Emma:….It wasn’t good….?

Gilbert: Yeah, you got comfortable first. // Yeah, you made me feel good first.

I bit down Emma’s neck, which covers her face with both hands, and then leaves bite marks on her shoulder and chest.

Sometimes sucking on the skin and adding long-lasting marks.

The remnants of daily lovemaking pile up, and Emma is full of marks now.

Gilbert: Hehe…how pitiful.

When I kissed her to caress the marks, the hand that was holding my shoulder trembled.

Emma: If that's how you feel, then go easy on me.

Gilbert: I can't go easy on loving you.

Emma:…It's not fair.

Gilbert: I've only ever done this to you, by the way.

Emma:….Really?

Gilbert: Yes. I’m all for you.

Gilbert: I just wondered if this moment was my first love.

When I confess, Emma freezes for a few seconds and then lightly taps me on the shoulder.

Emma: Was it me….?

Gilbert: Yes. My first love is strong, isn’t she?

(Whenever I told Walter about the girl Akatsuki told me about, he would always ask if she was my first love….)

(….Yeah i might have loved her.)

I hate pure things because you never know when they will get dirty.

But at the same time, it reminds me of how I felt when I loved someone.

Akatsuki has told me about the little rabbit over the years…..

She showed no signs of changing, but I somehow developed a liking for her.

(Even if I forced myself, I wanted to see you at the end….)

(Maybe it's because I wanted confirmation that "no matter what happens, it won't get dirty.")

The "Last Judgment" was not intended to see if a compromise could be reached through communication.

If she doesn't change no matter what happens, then I think the essence of human nature is still love…..

I just wanted to do such a final struggle.

(….Actually, I was thinking about just watching over.)

(I had already sowed the seeds of malice in Benitoite and Jade….)

(By watching her face them, I was able to make the final judgment.)

But...in the end, I didn't.

There was no way I could hold back in front of Emma, whom I had admired for so long.

(I ruined her peaceful life for my own personal reasons….)

Gilbert:…Hey, Emma.

I inserted my fingers between her legs and asked her while she’s writhing.

Gilbert: Am I crazy?

Emma:……

(No, I don't even have to ask.)

Gilbert:…..Sorry, just forget about it.

Gilbert: If I’m not crazy, then who——

Emma: I….don’t like crazy people.

(…….)

Emma: You’re troublesome, difficult, jealous, and you do bad things without a care in the world….

Emma:….Never have I ever thought you were crazy.

I was hugged tightly around my head.

(….After I've killed so many people.)

(…….)

(Ah, but...I see. There is only one difference between the mad emperor and me.)

Gilbert: Because you were there for me.

The emperor loved no one as much as he loved himself.

But I decided to love again at the very end of my life. // But I decided to love again in my last moments.

The presence of the little rabbit, brought to me by Akatsuki, has connected our hearts,

Perhaps that’s the way of rebuilding my broken heart now.

Gilbert:….Don't go anywhere.

Our bodies flushed together.

When I hold her slim waist close to me, her sweet breath and voice stir my ears.

Gilbert: And you can't die before I do, okay?

(….I feel hot….)

I took off my shirt and hold Emma again.

At the time, the scars from the treatment were not very good to show, but now it's healed properly.

Emma: Aah…Lord Gilbert…please live…a long life.

Emma: I…would be lonely….without you.

(….I know.)

(Loneliness is a disgusting thing.)

(….It's an emotion she shouldn't have to experience as beautiful as she is.)

Gilbert: How bad has it gotten for the little rabbit to ask such a favor from the evil emperor?

(I thought the blood of the royal family should be eradicated….but like any human being, I got greedy.)

Because it is a wish that is contrary to ambition, I laugh bitterly at what to do.

(But……we'll figure that out later.)

Now I have another desire.

(To be honest, I'm still afraid to trust her…..)

(At the end of my life, I wanted to love her.)

(….That's all.)

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First off; I LOVE 666!!! 'Multi-series hard kink/edge play pwps (though I'm with you on the 'without plot' being a total misnomer) that are actually in depth psychoanalysis of characters and complicated relationships' is one of my favorite parts of any fandom ( I'm being specific with that because no really for years in a lot of fandoms there's been that one ((or 2)) series that like. Will stick with me forever and make me think about sex/intimacy/myself differently. And your fic is 100% that for HH). I have a lot of squeeing about a lot of it that I hope to be able to coherently comment about at some point but for now!!!!

I was wondering if there was specific purpose behind where certain scenes take place? Like if they're at 'Vox's place' or 'Alastor's place'? because I thought there was a pattern of when Vox is (or ends up) subbing it's at his place (where he would feel safer and therefore more comfortable being vulnerable maybe) and vice versa with when they're at the hotel. But looking back at it to write this maybe I'm making that up? Because they just mostly do take place at somewhere of Vox's? Because I guess Alastor did end up 'going home' at the end a lot. In which case is there specific reasoning behind them not being at Alastor's place as often? (Does he just have less privacy at the hotel lol?) Idk I thought I was getting something, especially with that 'we're at the heart of your territory' line in part 8??? The more I type into this rambly chatty ask the more I think I was just overthinking. But it stood out to me anyway. ANYWAYS. *Finally pauses to breathe*

I really appreciate your series and I love your interpretation of these two weirdos relationship!!! Every snippet and every update I see drives me crazy!!! Thank you so so much for all your work!

Ahaha, I'm so glad to have written that fic for you in this fandom! Someone left a tag on one of the art posts for 666 recently that said "can't wait to see what emotional revelation unsafe kink will lead to this time" and it's. Pretty on point for the series, ehehe. With the likes of Alastor and Vox, it's really hard to dive into any form of intimacy without, like, emotional repurcussions, and that's my favorite thing to write! Thank you so much!

As for your question: To be perfectly honest, there's no specific pattern behind which location I choose for a fic as far as their roles are concerned! They mostly take place preferentially at Vee Tower because Alastor doesn't want to invite all the fuss and bother of Vox's...everything...to the hotel until much later in their reacquaintence. It's much easier to decide that he's done with whatever's going on and to dip out of Vee Tower than it is to have to remove Vox from the hotel (or, well, at least in theory: he portals Vox back into his own bed pretty easily after their night of drinking, haha).

Alastor inviting Vox over for drinks is a sign that he's actually, like, opening up a bit in certain ways by actually inviting him into his living space. Previously they'd mostly only been at the hotel transitionally, and during the second time they slept together, which is also the first time Alastor actually slept with Vox for reasons other than "for the meme", and was looking for a more comfortable, controlled environment to try this new thing in. (And also gave fewer shits about kicking Vox the fuck out without a second thought.)

In a way, the locations follow the general pattern of Alastor's emotional evolution throughtout the series: he's fine with it being at his place at first because he feels more secure and doesn't give a shit about Vox; then he transitions to being more careful and shutting Vox out of his personal space; and now he's slowly gotten to the point where he's comfortable inviting Vox in on occasion.

Alastor's opinion tends to matter more between the two of them as far as location is concerned, so it's mostly down to that, plus occasionally me thinking, "Hm, this episode would be cool to do in blue shark tank mood lighting," hahaha.

#ask #personal #callmeicarus #666 live on air #my writing #hazbin hotel #t #long post

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loquaciousquark · 19 days

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okay but pls to tell me about the horror of hunger

BOY WOULD I LOVE TO okay so, first, it is imperative to understand that it's Tavish's canon that Astarion kills her the first time he feeds. This is because in playing the scene the first time ever, I was in MP with @mystery-moose & @eponymous-rose, and it so happened that the scene triggered on Tav & it so happened that she rolled TWO NATURAL ONES on both those checks & outright died, and it was so hilarious and unexpected that it simply had to become an integral part of her story.

Except of course as I got to know the character over several playthroughs, I was presented with a couple of questions! Why in the world would Tavish (selfish, self-centered, uniquely concerned with her own survival early in the game) firstly allow Astarion to feed on her at all, and secondly, fail so fatally to stop him before he killed her? How can I reconcile the dice with the narrative?

What I realized on the second run, though, was that Tav was a street kid from the age of 14. She had to fend for herself completely, unable to even scrounge up protection from the Thieves' Guild, and I think there were a lot (a lot) of nights where she went to bed hungry, especially the first few years. I think she developed a bone-deep fear of that hunger, and I think recognizing that same hunger in Astarion's eyes on bite night is what pushes her over the edge to allow the feed, even though it's not something she would have ever agreed to in a million years otherwise.

She likes Astarion by now, even if she doesn't like like him, and along with her realization that she doesn't mind helping others altruistically (some of the early tief stuff) comes the same realization about her companions. (It helps that Tav has additional hangups about her worth as a person being tied to her utility, especially surrounded by people she sees as much more competent than herself; if she can make Astarion dependent on her in this way, she can cement her place in the gang and they won't leave her behind. This is why she fails to stop him when she should, and then can't stop him when she must.) (This entire relationship is initially founded on bilateral manipulation and I love it.)

Anyway, the fic will start with an exploration of those events, then hopefully will move into other expressions of hunger & its dangers for both Tav & Astarion. She sees his ostensible hunger for power & recognizes his true hunger for safety & freedom, both from Cazador & the sun; he sees her hunger for gold and understands she's actually after the security of a warm place to sleep with food in her belly & someone who'll notice if she dies.

I have strong ideas for the first half of this fic & more nebulous vibes for the second half, but I think it'd be a really fun investigation of the way their characters mirror each other, & I like the idea of examining what they think "help" looks like, ahaha.

Thank you for asking! <3<3<3

#quark replies #blackestnight #wip name meme #tavish gale #astarion #quark plays bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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mochiimadness · 2 years

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Hi! Can i request a headcannon for rottmnt where the guys find out their s/o is a huge fan of horror & mystery. Like for example buzzfeed unsolved and movies like the conjuring and/or it? Thank you!

Neon Leon

Leo’s a huge horror skeptic

“Psh, ghosts aren’t real! It’s probably just the wind.”

Which means for the most part, he isn’t afraid to watch horror movies or read scary stories

Which is great for you!

He won’t object to watching them

But

He also, well, a huge-

H u g e

Critic

“That isn’t even possible!”

“How did he catch up to them, he was walking!”

It can get to be a bit much

If you’re fine with that, cool!

Critique with him, you two will end up laughing at most of the movies and stories

(Mikey walks by and sees you two laughing at the scariest thing he’s seen and is convinced you two are possessed-)

If you’re not okay with that, just let him know!

He won’t take offense

Realizes his critiquing can take away from the horror atmosphere

He’ll tone it down and instead opt to laugh quietly at some scenes

Is absolutely down to lay down with you and scroll through some buzzfeed unsolved articles

“Maybe I’ll end up on there one day! I’ll be famous, baby! Just make sure they put the best photo of me.”

Leo no

He does get a bit freaked out with horror movies based on real events

Tries to laugh it off

“C’mon, it can’t actually be real.”

He’ll manage to keep up his unphased image at first

But the second the scary scenes come on, he’s clinging to you

Will try to play it off

“I just thought maybe you were scared- ahaha…ha…”

You’re not fooling anyone Leo.

Please give him a hug.

Don Tron

One word

✨Theories✨

He loves to theorize about the paranormal and such

Will share his theories with you

“BUT WHAT IF THERE WAS NO GHOST ALL ALONG??? WHAT IF IT WAS- A DREAM?!”

D o n n i e

He’s so excited to share his theories with you, especially since you listen

You two regularly have a horror movie/reading binge at least once a week

It’s one of y’all’s favorite thing to do

You’ll both curl up with some pillows and blankets

Snacks and drinks within arms reach

The highest quality screens he has

And ofc he has note pads by him

If you also love theorizing, he sets up a space in his lab for you two to record your theories

Y’all probably have a podcast or YouTube channel

And you both wear hoodies with horror puns and references on them.

He still gets scared and will knock over a bowl of popcorn or too-

But don’t worry, Shelldon helps y’all clean it up

Speaking of Shelldon-

He joins y’all every now and then

His fans whirs loudly when he gets scared but he’ll deny it.

Donnie sometimes grabs your hand when he gets really scared

Just hold his hand and tell him it’s alright- you’ll throw hands with any monster

“You can’t hit a ghost-“

“Watch me.”

Mystic Mike

Mikey likes watching horror movies every now and then

But can he handle horror???

N o

It’s okay, he’ll still try to be brave with you

“With my s/o with me, there’s no monster we can’t beat!”

Two seconds later he’s popped into his shell

Just pick him up and put him in your lap

Scratch his shell gently and he’ll pop back out after a moment

Mikey definitely clings to you during movies, and keeps a blanket wrapped around you both.

He does much better with reading horror

Loves to read buzzfeed unsolved with you

“Hey wait a minute- I’ve seen that guy!”

“W h a t?!”

He’s definitely seen one or two ‘missing’ people

Usually they’ve just been mutated

If you want, he’ll introduce you to them!

You two usually curl up on his bed and read horror stories together

He even gets a few scary scrolls and books from the Hidden City library for you two to enjoy

More often than not, they’re mainly illustrated- like a comic book.

Mystic horror books are on a whole different level

Sometimes the books come alive and try to eat y’all

Other times, they sort of work like a mystic 3D hologram-

Using magic to show the events of the story happening around you

You two get so invested that you both shriek when the monster suddenly appears in front of you both

10/10 for practically being in the stories yourself

Big Red

Oh sweet, sweet Raph…

He can’t handle anything horror to save his life

He’ll try to tough out watching a movie or two for you

But he always ends up shrieking and nearly breaking your tv- or his dads projector

(Okay, he has broken his dads projector repeatedly)

He thinks you’re the bravest person ever for enjoying horror

If you want him to watch a movie with you, you’ll usually have to coax him into it

Make the couch super comfy and cozy- with his favorite blankets and pillows

You’ll have to keep a light on- or get fairy lights

He’ll sit with you in his lap, with his arms around you

This way he can hold onto you when he gets scared

(Also so he can hide behind you)

He’ll be so happy if you get him some noise cancelling headphones

The movie will still scare him, but he’ll be able to handle it a bit better.

If you’re reading some buzzfeed unsolved or horror stories,

He’ll gladly sit next to you with a book of his own, or his phone

While he won’t read it with you, he’s more than glad to spend time with you

You both get to enjoy time together while doing what y’all like

He usually falls asleep with his head in your lap while you scroll through buzzfeed unsolved, or watch movies on your phone with your headphones in.

He may feel a bit guilty over not being able to enjoy horror with you

So he gets you a poster of your favorite movie

Or asks Splinter if he knows one of your favorite horror actors so he could get a signature for you

“I uh- know ya really love scary stuff, so I got ya a signature from that one actor you like!”

Sweet boi

He’s trying.

Thanks for requesting, I hope you liked it!!

This was pretty fun to write ^^

Reblogs appreciated :3

Updated and edited as of July 2023

#x reader #my writing #imagines #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raph #rottmnt leo #hamato #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #neon leon #don tron #mystic mike #big red #the boys

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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Okay, but I am frothing at the mouth for a second part to the homelander and his cleaning maid tidbit because that one just *chefs kiss*

homelander doing everything in his power to get her to come to stay with him. Like if she’s in a relationship he stages stuff to get her out of it and when she’s alone with no where to go he’s like « oh just stay with me, we’re friends after all» all the while knowing he’s not going to let her leave when she’s back on her feet. I’ve thought of this extensively lol.

oh yes, this one here!! what a surprise hit it ended up being. i'm so glad you liked it!

you certainly HAVE been thinking of this!!! ahaha i do love Homelander being manipulative, pulling strings behind the scenes vs upfront 'i am kidnapping you forever' behaviors. i think it works especially well for this fic, since it comes across as quite innocent and sweet from the readers pov... but is definitely VERY calculated and a little sinister on Homelander's part, given the power imbalance.

i've also been thinking a lot about a follow-up to this one, and i think it's going to involve a rather traumatizing home invasion and some gore, because somehow i haven't written Homelander rescuing the reader yet??? so that MUST be remedied.

and he does so love being your hero.

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #make this heart a home

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hyenahunt · 5 months

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Saga: Rivals - 21

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Jun, Hiyori, Seiya, Jin, Mika, Madara, Akiomi, Sora

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & hyenahunt (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Akiomi: Ahaha… Oh, how I wish you'd told me that much sooner.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Location: Reverse Live Stage

Time: Hours later. Reverse Live, at the start of the second day.

Jun: “♪~♪~♪”

“Lilith! The original heretic! The revolutionary who spoke against God’s deception when none dared to!”

Hiyori: “Lilith! The mother of humanity, flung into the depths of Hell! How she screamed of love and sang of hope, no matter how far she fell!”

Seiya: “Lilith! That is who we are! Buried in the depths of history, we are the true idols, long forgotten by the world!”

Hiyori: “How long it has been! How I waited to meet you again! In the darkness, you were the only light I could see!”

Seiya: “I love you! I’ve loved you since this world came to be!”

Jun: “Destiny split us apart, and yet, we’ve been brought together once more!”

Hiyori: “Never shall we part again! Your warmth is forever ours!”

Jun: “Now, let us embrace! Let us love together, even if the very world forbids it!”

Seiya: “We are Lilith! It is to love you that we’ve arrived…!”

“♪~♪~♪”

Jin: …Ooh, how passionate. Or maybe over-the-top. Kinda like Valkyrie, actually.

Mika: Hey, you ain't ever gonna catch us sayin' love, love, love over an’ over like that! We’re passionate but artistic! Even if we’re speakin’ about love, we’d be a lot more subtle 'bout it.

Madara: Hahaha. It does seem like a refined… or rather, popularized version of Valkyrie’s methods.

They’ve got extravagant production for their stage too, probably thanks to the big shots all wanting to suck up to Hidaka Seiya —

So, their melodramatic lines suit the atmosphere, actually.

But unlike Shu-san, they’re not drowning in their own world. Instead, they're opening it up to the public; they gaze into their audience’s eyes and actively pull them in.

Akiomi: Lilith… I’d been wary of what tactics they might use, but they've been taking an unexpectedly materialistic and straight-forward approach.

They maximized the promotion, stage production, and everything else they could; and even shamelessly used Hidaka-daisenpai’s fame to call in an army of fans.

War is essentially about numbers. With everything so perfectly coordinated like this, well, there's no way to fight back through ordinary means.

Hidaka-daisenpai has truly made the most out of his advantage as an active, highly popular, professional idol.

He is on a completely different level from us, who finance our own small-scale concerts within the confines of an idol training school.

Even budget-wise, he definitely has one or two more zeros on us, I'm sure.

Madara: Hahaha. Especially when we as Ba-barrier don’t really have that much work, so we have no funds for battle, either…

We've turned our lack of cohesion into our selling point, making a novel show with each of our unique charms and gaining an upper hand that way.

In other words, we resort to clever schemes to put up a semblance of fight, so we’re at a disadvantage against planned head-on attacks.

Mika: …They’re so vulgar. I don’t reckon I like ‘em. They’re totally different from Valkyrie, 'kay?

Sora: HaHa~♪ Yep, totally different!

Valkyrie paints a single color over and over until it reaches a density no one can reproduce —

But Lilith kinda takes a bucket of paint and goes “splash!” with it, I guess~?

…And by spilling that much paint, they erase all the other colours.

Jin: Ooh~… I thought I heard grumbling. Turns out it was the defeated Akiyan and his merry men.

Akiomi: You're truly something… We're your good rivals and comrades from the same school, who have been supporting you this whole time both behind the scenes and out in the open — Is that any way to talk to us?

Madara: Hahaha. I’ve got no comeback since we did lose spectacularly last night!

Smashed to smithereens, in a most dramatic death! If Rain-bows are rainbows, then we must be fleeting fireworks!

Mika: Why're ya havin’ so much fun even though we lost, Mikejima-senpai?

Madara: Well, when the opponent did such a fine job in gaining the upper hand on us, the loss felt conversely exhilarating, see!

I quite enjoy defeat, actually! Especially when it’s the result of an all-out fight!

Mika: I can’t understand that feelin’…

Valkyrie an' Lilith are totally different, but fer some reason it jus' reminded me of the time when fine kicked us down.

Madara: Hmm. Their methods indeed resemble that of the former fine…

If there's a quantifiable way to win, then pouring all you possess will bring definite victory.

In the war last year, Eichi-san used all the lofty assets available to him to invent a game board that worked to his advantage.

Well, he was only making the most of his perks as a rich heir with money and authority… so it wasn’t exactly a low move.

Akiomi: Hmm. In this case, all participating units are new groups formed specifically for Project-Saga…

More often than not, it’s the audience’s first time seeing them.

As it’s hard to tell everyone apart at a glance, Lilith ends up standing out due to their expensive costume and production. Their lavish extravagance only makes them all the more eye-catching to the audience.

Not to mention, the famous Hidaka Seiya is in the group. That’s more than enough name and power.

Though yes, of course, these things don’t decide the entire value of an idol.

But under these circumstances, it becomes a challenge to even put up a fight. Without a good strategy on your side, they'll simply overpower you.

Madara: Wow, how ruthless! I guess miracles don’t happen all the time! Hahaha☆

Mika: Seriously, why d’ya look like yer havin' the time of yer life? I’m right frustrated, personally~ Unlike you, Mikejima-senpai, I ain't a fan of losing!

Madara: Alright! Let’s turn that frustration into motivation, then! We might’ve lost yesterday, but let's win today!

Liltih may have wiped the floor with us, but we're steadily winning against all the other units we’re up against! We still have a chance!

Akiomi: That's right. The rule isn’t as simple as retiring with one defeat.

While we’re nowhere as active as Rain-bows, we're still one of the most senior players of Project-Saga —

As a result, we've amassed fans through all our activities. We won't lose so easily to newbie units.

Sora: Yeah! Schemes and tricks are Sora's specialty~ Magic exists for the oppressed minority!

Even if the conformist majority closes in on us, we'll sidestep them and make a miracle happen!

Mika: Ahaha. Everyone in Ba-barrier's so tough an' dependable~ ♪

Jin: Haha. Who'd have thought you'd get along so well, Akiyan?

You’re definitely having fun being an idol, aren’tcha? Unlike me, you retired with regrets.

Akiomi: On the contrary, I have left my regrets behind.

We had accomplished our role with the success of Rainbow Stage, so we could’ve dispersed right then and there…

But that performance garnered us a good reputation, with many fans requesting that we continue…

And I thought we might come in handy someday, so I continued on with Ba-barrier.

Compared to the other Mentors out there, I am a level below them in terms of achievements, so I did have my reservations. But well, I’ve always been the shameless sort, anyway.

Jin: Really? You’re more competitive than shameless, in my opinion… The more people look down on you, the more you fight back to prove 'em wrong.

I’ve always admired that side of you since long ago.

Akiomi: Ahaha… Oh, how I wish you'd told me that much sooner.

Jin. We are giving our all just to hold our current position; I do not believe we’ll have the leisure to protect you.

However, you are the main character of Project-Saga, so by all means, find a way out of this predicament with your own two hands.

Lilith may prove to be a much stronger opponent than we thought, but if it's you, then surely you'll be the one to win — I’ll say this even without anything to back it up, just as I did in the past.

Jin: Thanks. I think having you there to always tell me that… was what helped me to hold out much longer than I would've on my own.

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66sharkteeth · 9 months

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Do you think Lyss gets treated a little too harshly by the fandom? Her killing Christoph's blank seems to be the main bone of contention. But the thing is, there was no malice or hatred in that act; she genuinely believed it was the kindest thing to do for him. Though I also understand why that train of thought would trigger Rex. I hope the two of them get a chance to talk properly in the future for a chance at a reconciliation, and I have a feeling that Bell may be the key to that.

"You must be new here."

(I say in the nicest way possible)

Ahaha. I actually literally...resist this topic on twitter because I have gone...on and on and on and on about how fucking cruel and unfair readers can be about Lyss. To the point that my readers that agree with me are probably even tired of hearing it by now haha.

I do think things got slightly better this season, but there are definitely a large handful of people who shit on Lyss if she so much as breathes. The level of hatred for her too is just...flat out disturbing sometimes too, and I think is kind of a reflection of the reader's character. I don't care that much if you just don't like her or think she's stupid but I have read too many (disturbingly descriptive) wishes for her to have violent death for me to have neutral opinions on Lyss.

Just to reiterate my opinions here, though... Yeah, I think people are incredibly unfair. The Christoph situation frustrates me especially because nobody seems to acknowledge Finze did the same thing to another blank and literally told her to do it. She was following his order. But there is 0 hate for Finze, even though he would have done the exact same thing in her situation.

However, I think the thing people actually hold most against her is her reporting Rex. Which... I also find unfortunately unfair. And I know a lot of my readers disagree with me haha. Like she's not stupid (despite what people think). Someone violently attacked her friend (Desmond) and even if he wasn't in control...that's kind of exactly the point. Rex wasn't in control. He could turn into this homicidal other personality and attack another person at any point. It's kind of like...if your drunk friend attacks someone while under the influence, are you just not going to report that? When you know there's a good chance they're going to get drunk and attack someone else?

Also the "dead or alive" sentence was incredibly unheard of in the context of the story (another point that a lot of people hold against her for not magically knowing would happen). A reminder that even a CRIME BOSS like Charlie was just basically just arrested and sent to a normal jail. They don't just kill blanks on site on average. They're just treated like criminals in our world and there are...not many instances where you can just go out and kill a wanted criminal. Like I dunno... Maybe that part was a fault in my writing... But the other parts I really think are unfair if you just...sit down and actually think about someone else's perspective for more than 10 seconds. I understand that's harder when we're viewing it mostly from Rex's (very hurt and upset) perspective, but a big theme in this story is that nobody is 100% right or wrong and everyone who thinks Rex is 100% justified and right is kind of missing a huge point.

#sorry i can't make a post about lyss that is less than 3 paragraphs #city of blank

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sylvanet · 1 year

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Cold Nights, Warm Hands

I'm not the best at writing so my bad! But if you have any requests or smth let me know!!!! I fr need more genshin moots smh.

characters: Lee! Kaveh, Ler! Alhaitham

•Spoilers for the sumeru archon quest•

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Kaveh sat outside his shared apartment, soaking wet and unable to enter. It was late at night, cold and raining. And for some ungodly reason, his roommate took both keys when leaving for a celebration.

It had been at least two hours of sulking outside alone before Kaveh felt the rain suddenly stop. Looking up, Kaveh saw his roommate holding an umbrella above them. A blank facial expression was placed upon Alhaitham, no smirking or remorse could be seen for the situation he put Kaveh through. Huffing, Kaveh turned his head away from his roommate.

Alhaitham raised an eyebrow before speaking,

"No comment? Now that's quite a shocker, I at least expected an earful"

When Alhaitham got no response from the other he sighed before opening the door,

"Come on, get in. You look like a wet dog"

Once the two entered the home, Kaveh immediately went to go sit on the floor and lean against the living room couch, not wanting to get it fully soaked.

Alhaitham set his bags down before looking over at the sopping wet creature that lives with him.

"You're going to get a cold you know"

"Hey..."

"Teyvat to Kaveh?"

With no response still, Alhaitham grumbled before leaving to go fetch something. When he arrived back Kaveh had his eyes closed with a pouting expression.

"Here,"

Alhaitham threw his roommate a towel and watched as it hit him right on the face.

Kaveh, making no move to do anything, just let the towel slide off his face before turning his back towards the scribe.

"You're such a baby,"

Alhaitham grumbled before walking over to pick up the fallen towel. Rolling his eyes, the scribe started to dry off Kaveh himself since no other move was being made.

While drying off Kaveh, the two continued to bask in painful silence....that is until Alhaitham moved the towel to dry his waist.

Squeaking, Kaveh quickly turned around before pushing Alhaitham away.

Alhaitham raised his eyebrow,

"Oh? Are you finally going to talk to me?"

Kaveh shook his head before looking away again, quite angry.

Alhaithem let out an amused huff before continuing to dry off his roommate, now totally not rubbing against some sensitive parts on purpose.

"Al-Alhaithem stop i'm dry now,"

"Well look who's talking, you know it was quite rude to leave me in slience like that,"

Kaveh pushed Alhaithem away again before growling,

"And it was quite rude for you to take both keys. Didn't you see the clouds outside before you left? It was obviously going to rain you shithead!"

In all honesty, Alhaithem didn't even think twice about checking the weather, he just wanted to go be with his acquaintances as fast as possible. Perhaps he did take the "prank" a bit too far, especially when it was Kaveh's first day back. But alas, it was still pretty funny to see Kaveh soaking like a wet puppy.

"I guess you're right, my bad. Here, let me make it up to you,"

"And how will you do that? You pretty much ruined my entire day," Kaveh snapped back.

"Oh, I think I know how to make your day better," Alhaithem smirked before caging Kaveh in his grasp.

"what the- AHAITHEM LET ME GO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'REHEHAGAH DOJNG- WAIT NO"

Kaveh spasmed in Alhaithem's arms while the scribe began to run his fingers along the architect's ribs.

"Well...I'm making your day better of course, and people do say that laugher is the best of all medicines"

"BUHAHT I DON'T NEEHEHED MEDICINE"

Alhaithem smiled before moving his fingers to Kaveh's hollows, "Ah yes, but you were out in the cold for some time. And it's best to take precautions before anything happens."

Clamping his arms down, Kaveh squealed and began kicking his feet "NONONOHOH THIS DOSNET HELP AT ALL AHAHA"

"Well I think it is, just look, you're smiling. Just a few seconds ago your face was displeased and now you're full of mirth."

"THIS IS NOT MIRHTHHAH," Kaveh wheezed before squeezing out of his roommates grasp. Curling up in a ball besides him on the floor.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done yet, you know you did interrupt my reading for today. I think this would be a perfect time to enact revenge"

Althaithem scooted next to the flustered architect before attacking his unprotected hips. Drilling and squeezing both hard and soft all over.

"ACK- SHITTHITHT ALTHAITHEMAH"

Kaveh did his best to roll off his attacker but could do absolutely nothing. Why the fuck was a scribe so jacked? Fuck.

Kaveh was left writhing on the floor, laughing his ass off for about ten minutes before the wiggly fingers gave one final squeeze before stopping.

The scribe stood up and watched the poor architect let out some final giggles before wiping his tears away, still curled up as the sensations still lingered.

Once Kaveh semi recovered he noticed Alheitham start to leave, not even saying a single thing.

"You...you bastard you think you can just...leave after torturing me like that..?" He huffed before spreading out like a exhausted star fish.

To his surprise, a couple minutes later his roommate came back with a cup of warm tea and placed it near him,

"Wha-"

"For you, drink up. It's best you don't catch a cold, you could give it to me after all."

Kaveh grumbled before turning his face away from the man.

"Oh and don't worry about this months rent, your laughter was good enough payment for me."

Alhaithem smirked before walking away with his hands in his pocket.

Truly infuriating, Kaveh thought.

But at least he didn't need to owe rent for a month.

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