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mrinafria · 2 days

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Just last night I was sitting there going through my edit drafts, and I looked at this scene, to notice all these things Seon Jae does before/during the live radio call.

Really wasn't going to write about OG Seon Jae after my last post on him. I never knew I had such a masochistic side to me until Lovely Runner because all I've done since this show started is go back to rewatch episode 1-4, over and over and over and over again as if this was a hell loop I created for myself.

There's hope, anticipation, a bit of excitement too. He will hear her voice. Again. He will get to talk to her. For the first time. Yeah. The OG Seon Jae never got to talk to Im Sol. He admired her, crushed on her, liked her, observed her, tried whatever he could as a 19yo to save her, but he never, ever got to talk to her. This is the very. first. time. he's able to have a conversation with her.

But she doesn't pick up. And he has to put a leash on his emotions in those few seconds because this version of Ryu Seon Jae stopped showing his true emotions long back. Ah, this was the only chance I had. I wish I could talk to her. I wish I could hear her voice. I wish I could know how she's been doing. Just once. Just this one time.

He introduces himself using his name. Not along with his band name, which is the usual practice, mind you. And a very little pause before going "Do you know me?"

Sometimes when you long for a person, crave for their voice, their smile, their presence in your life and your world, you desperately want to be present in their world too, no matter how trivial your presence or your existence might be to them. Seon Jae hoped she would remember; even if she didn't consider him her savior (which he never thought he was) he desperately wanted some semblance of familiarity in her voice, even if it was out of nothing but resentment. Maybe even something as painful as How dare you call me.

And she does share her resentments, not towards Seon Jae the 19yo boy who she doesn't remember, but Ryu Seon Jae the idol, along with everyone present there, for putting her through this misery, triggering her worst trauma and twisting the knife in her wound that has already driven her to the brink of ending it all. Everyone is uncomfortable here, except for this one guy. He's back to reliving that incident that forever changed her life, his life and brought them to this moment here. He is reminded of just how big of a failure he is, for failing this one person he never wanted to fail. He is reminded how a moment of indecision/inaction on his part led to the person he loves the most to be this miserable. In this moment above, you look at him and realize it's no longer Ryu Seon Jae; it's the 19yo Seon Jae, the one at the reservoir, the one who kept chanting mianhae to an unconscious Im Sol, the one who waited on that bench while she underwent surgery--clutching on to the watch in anguish as if that was the only thing keeping him from falling apart--the one who stood by her hospital door, listening to her screams while shattering into a million pieces inside. It's the 19yo Seon Jae who would be haunted by her screams and live for the remainder of his brief life in extreme guilt and regret mixed with intense longing, until he meets his untimely demise on that fateful night.

I often wonder if he could sense it from her voice on the call. Just how close she was to the edge, how she was probably going to do something that very day right after the call ended. Was it because he felt her pain as if it were his own? You see him springing to action right when we think it's over, as if he is desperate to help her, any. way. he. can. You see how restless his eyes get all of a sudden? He likely wants to say so many things to her. Sol-ah, I'm glad to hear your voice. Sol-ah, I'm sorry. Sol-ah, I hope you are okay. Sol-ah, I'm grateful you are here. Sol-ah, I'm really sorry I couldn't do better. I'm so sorry I failed to wake you up. I'm sorry I let you miss your stop. I'm sorry I didn't reach you sooner. I'm sorry I couldn't be more careful. You can hate me all you want. I'll live the rest of my life being sorry to you. You don't have to forgive me. I'm fine as long as you're okay, you're fine, you're happy. Sol-ah, I miss your smile. I miss the sound of it. I miss knowing you're happy somewhere, even if I am nowhere in your somewhere. Sol-ah, thank you. Sol-ah, please, please live.

But oh, he can't say any of that to her now. So all he says is "Thank you, for living. The ones by your side will thank you for that". And yes, he means himself.

He wanted to be the umbrella she once was to him, the gift she has been to him all his life, both literally and figuratively. And because Ryu Seon Jae is a person who will receive the affection/love you give with the utmost appreciation, increase it 10x more and return it to you gift-wrapped with sparkly ribbons, he chooses to be her umbrella this way, the only way he can.

He wanted to pull her out of the reservoir, literally and figuratively, so she could live. He didn't mind spending all his life stuck in that reservoir himself.

This was supposed to be a response to @thedeathdeelers rewatch post here and as usual, it ended up being a mess of feels (why do I even try really) I swear atp I feel like we're the same person watching feeling the same things lmao. You, don't ever shut up about this show please :')

p.s. I love writer Lee Si Eun for ultimately wanting to save THIS OG Ryu Seon Jae, and therefore initiating the memory flashback with pieces from this timeline. Although my heart will forever ache for this OG boy, it finds some comfort in that.

#Lovely Runner #Byeon Woo Seok #Kim Hye Yoon #Sun Jae #Im Sol #Seon Jae #선재 업고 튀어 #kdrama #kdrama recommendations #east asian drama #episode reaction #I actually didn't notice him not clapping until my third rewatch #and I was never the same once I watched the two povs side by side #I LOVE THIS SHOW #if you couldn't tell already #will keep shouting in the vacuum even if I'm the last person to do so *sob*

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000-pawz · 3 days

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warnings: dry humping, insecurity

having a little (huge) insane taesan moment rn so may i offer u some virgin taesan...

you and taesan have been together for months and the farthest you've ever gone is simply making out. you aren't in any rush to do more, but you can't help but slightly overthink every time he whispers "we should stop..." when things get heated. maybe he just doesn't see you in that way? you find yourself growing a little more self conscious each time, but you keep it all to yourself. you don't want to make him feel bad for your own negative thoughts. he's so lovely to you in every way and you couldn't ask for more... so you don't.

one day, you're in taesan's lap making out, running your fingers through his hair, your hands traveling down to rest on his chest. his own hands wander from your hips to your thighs, his kisses trailing down your neck to nip softly at your skin. you start to get a little needy, moaning softly into his mouth as he subtly grinds up against you. you can feel his heart pounding beneath your fingers, his hands shaking slightly as he cups the side of your face, tilting your head to the side to kiss you deeper. you lick into his mouth, you tongue running over his teeth and he shudders at the feeling, his hips involuntarily rutting against you.

a quiet moan leaves his lips when you adjust your hips and right then, his other hand moves to your waist to still your motions. he's breathing heavily when your lips part, his eyes flickering between yours.

"i think we should stop," he mutters, his hand still trembling slightly.

"we don't have to go further. we can stop here," you reassure him with a small smile. taesan quickly shakes his head, his hand tightening around your waist so you can't move away.

"no, no... i want to—to go further... i just..." his words trail off as he looks up into your eyes, his cheekbones flushed as a few strands of his hair falls into his vision. "i've never done this before. i don't want to disappoint you."

you let out a soft laugh simply because he's so cute, leaning in to kiss his nose before moving the hair out of his face.

"you could never disappoint me. if you want to keep going, we can take it slow. does that sound okay?"

taesan nods at your words, subtly rolling his hips into you again. he's painfully hard through his pants and he moves against you just right, your hands quickly grabbing onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

"can we... can we keep doing this? i think i can finish like this," he whispers, his glimmering eyes intensely locked onto yours.

"me too," you breathe out. at your words, taesan captures your lips again, his tongue swiping across your lower lip as he helps guide you against him. the small noises that leaves his lips go straight to your core, a warmth spreading in your chest as you are wrapped up in his scent and arms.

#pawz talkz...🐈‍⬛#virgin taesan lover here 👋<3 #thoughts...💭#taesan smut #taesan hard hours

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nytehavyn-circle · 3 days

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Darkness Hidden

(Open starter for Tolaas' Partners)

(Trigger Warnings for: mention/depiction/description of suicide/murder/death; alcohol abuse; graphic depictions/descriptions of torture; depictions/descriptions of toxic relationships; depression)

Hello Darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping

It had been two weeks or more since anyone had heard from Tolaas. Sometimes when this happened, he would tell those who missed him that he had been extremely busy with a job, or he was visiting the ShadowLands for one reason or another. Sometimes it was the truth. This time it was not. In fact, he hadn't even told anyone before he disappeared. This was uncommon but not rare, it had happened before in the past, but it had been a while this time before the darkness set in. He hadn't even answered his texts or voicemails.

His nightmares had gotten increasingly worse over the last month or two. He'd tried to fight them off - staying up late until he was so tired he couldn't think, and then he passed out, sometimes taking sleeping pills to make him tired enough so he couldn't think, and then falling asleep. But nothing had worked, not even being in the arms of those he loved.

Now, he stood in front of his sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He was still drunk, which partially explained his bloodshot, tired eyes, but the biggest explanation was that the nightmares kept waking him up, and thinking had kept him up, where he had crossed the line from 'tired enough to pass out' to 'too tired to sleep.'

Tolaas stared at his face in the mirror. He looked like he had been sick. And he had been; sick of nightmares, sick of smiling all the time, sick of pretending he was always positive and happy-go-lucky. None of them knew exactly what he lived with. None of them knew because he wore the perfect facade. Oh, he was happy alright, for the most part. Therapy in the past had helped him a bit, and had helped him understand that sometimes actually keeping an honest smile would make said smile an involuntary action on the daily, and smiles meant 'happy.' This wasn't always the case. Neither was 'thinking positive,' not always, anyway.

The facade had started to crack over the last few weeks. He'd felt himself sinking, slowly going down, down under the water until it was above his head, and he was flailing and drowning and no one could see him. For a very long time, he wasn't one to ask for help. With anything. Over the last several years, he began to realize that asking for help wasn't a sign of weakness, that there was actually nothing wrong with asking for help because those who cared, who truly cared, would jump at the chance to help. And they did, with a lot of different things he needed help with.

But not with this. Never with this. No one could help him with the darkness.

He stared even harder at his reflection until he finally brought his fist up and slammed it into the mirror, shattering it, pieces of mirror glass flying everywhere.

The facade was no longer cracked, it had broken in that moment. (Just as it had broken before when his mind became full of the hell that was his life.)

Tolaas ran his hands through his air and burst into tears. He covered his face and fell nack against the bathroom door, slowly sliding down until his ass had hit the floor. The violent sobs that came through wracked his body.

"Monster! Demon! Thing of evil!" the villagers cry out. "Now we will do to you as you have done to us!" Rope tied, stretched taut. Arms and legs spread. Naked body. A whip, unfurled and held up. The sound it made as it hit his naked back echoed in his ears. One, two, three, four lashes... Laughing. Food is being thrown at his head. Five... six... seven... eight more lashes... Fire. A stick on fire. Burning tip pressed against the flesh of his torso. Nine... ten... eleven... twelve more lashings. Blood coating his back, dripping down his legs to the ground. Stoned, rocks flying by him, hitting his naked, vulnerable body, smacking him in the head. Waking up to being tossed in an open grave in the forest. A few shovelfuls of dirt thrown on his body, not caring if he was buried or not. At least the animals would get him.

Tolaas continued to sit there and cry, his body heaved and shuddered. He crawled out of the bathroom and managed to make it to the couch. Empty bottles of Jack were strewn across the floor and many sat on the coffee table. Being what he was, he needed more to get drunk than a human could. So, he'd been drinking more than a human would over the last couple of weeks. He picked up one half-full bottle and took several gulps from it. He had been living on take-out and Jack Daniels the last couple of weeks.

He leaned back against the couch, bringing one leg up to rest on the table in front of him. Several bottles clattered to the floor as he moved his foot on the table.

His eyes closed. Tears still streaked down his cheeks. His mind was flooded again with images.

Images of him in the bathtub. Cliche, of course, but that's how it is. He looks down at his wrist and the blood streaming from the smooth, vertical wound. It didn't hurt. He'd been beaten, stabbed, tortured in his life, all of it hurt. Not this. He'd had his heart broken several times, and each time hurt more than cutting his wrists did. Strange, that. The water turns from a light pink color, to a dirty coppery color. He slinks down into the water, head just barely above it. He feels tired, sleepy. His eyelids are heavy and all he wants to do is close them. To close them and fall into the abyss. He wonders what he'll find behind the curtain. Will it be a small man manipulating everything without knowing much, or will it be echoes of those from his past, those whom he'd loved, or possibly saved that had passed by now? He didn't know but he was surprisingly eager to find out. He allows his eyes to fall closed. There's a light shining in his eyes, people talking, a beeping sound, more talking, people excited. Demon, angel, some humans. Then Terran is there, he recognizes the face. Is he here, too, beyond? He wakes up in a hospital bed and looks around. His wounds are bandaged. He supposes he should be grateful, but he isn't sure if he is or not.

Tolaas continued to lay back and drink. He wanted to be numb, to not feel. Possibly he wanted to die, but he didn't know right at the moment. Probably not, because there were too many people that depended on him, and counted on him. "Hero," some of them would cry. Tolaas wanted to argue, to scream that he wasn't a hero, that he was a monster atoning for his mistakes. That they shouldn't applaud him for what he's done, because it was something he needed to do.

Some people loved him, and their images ran through his head. Mori, Anne, Rebecca... Tolaas loved them, too, so much. So very much. He needed to stay for them. But they probably shouldn't love him, he thought. Not with what he'd done in his past. The hate he held in his heart centuries ago. The way he'd hurt and killed people before he began to understand. The way he hurt and killed people in battles and wars after he'd began to understand. One thing he couldn't wrap his mind around at the moment was exactly why his partners loved him like they did. He loved them with everything he had in him, but he was a monster, and he didn't understand why they loved him. If anything, he probably should have been burned at the stake, or dismembered and scattered across the countryside so very long ago.

Over the many, many years, he'd made a conscious and significant effort to change, to be better, to try to make other people's lives better.

But sometimes, he didn't believe he deserved the same. Hell, he wasn't worthy of people like Mori and Anne. They saw more in him than he saw in himself. Because the darkness he'd experienced centuries ago, was still there, hiding, hiding and waiting. And he was scared of what would happen if he ever let it go.

Over the years, he'd tried cutting his wrists again, but either he didn't cut them deep enough or someone had found him before it was too late; he'd tried pills, but always puked them up before they could really take effect; hell, he even tried putting a bullet through his skull before, but they were duds. All of them. More often than once, he tried to get himself killed during a battle or a war... someone either always saved him, or his saving other people would somehow take him out of the danger zone. Something was keeping him here, he'd come to believe. The question was why? Why the hell was he so fucking important? And everybody he'd met and gotten close to believed he was, too. In some way, somehow, he was important.

Most days, he was thankful and glad to be alive. Other days, he felt as if he was living a nightmare. Sometimes, he felt as if he were living a lie, and if the truth ever came out he'd end up completely alone. And he'd deserve it.

One thing was certain - he would make sure he died before he ever let that darkness hurt anybody he loved.

A heavy knock at the door woke him from his stupor, but he was still shitfaced. He kicked some bottles out of the way and stumbled to the door. He yanked it open and stared. "Yer not the Italian I ordered," he said thickly. "Why er ya here?" he asked, annoyed.

#tw: alcohol abuse #tw: suicide mention #tw: suicide description #tw: torture #tw: death #tw: depression #tw: murder

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catflowerqueen · 20 hours

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I know I said I was going to take a break from TSAMS, and I probably will double down even harder on that after what just happened in today's episode... but I just couldn't help myself after seeing posts from some of my mutuals and their followers.

Rant below. If you do read, please take it with a grain of salt--there is probably context I've missed since I haven't been keeping up with the series the way I used to considering how disappointed I've been with the direction the story has seemed to be heading for quite a while now.

Immediate thoughts:

Way to not tell Old Moon the whole story, Monty. Especially after hearing him tell you he has no idea who Solar is. You know perfectly well that New Moon is in this state, negatively interacting with his family, precisely because he is still trying to help another family member. Solar is family! Family who everyone else is grieving! You are intentionally leaving out tons of context, and at this point I am still half convinced you're doing it because you, personally, couldn't divorce Solar from the other Eclipse(s) who personally harmed you. So this is just a convenience, getting a Moon back who is more likely to enable you and go along with your shenanigans.

And it also makes me think that you, personally, just never got over Old Moon's death or respect his choices at all, that you would be willing to do the exact same thing New Moon is trying to do, just in a supposedly "cleaner" fashion: Kill someone else to get the loved one you personally want back. The difference being that, again, Old Moon chose to sacrifice himself so someone else could live, unlike like Solar, who was a casualty of someone else's cruel plot, and New Moon is going after people who have actually done a lot of harm and murder. Unlike New Moon, who I am pretty sure hasn't actually killed anyone yet. Or at least no one that the others didn't agree was an acceptable target.

It also reminds me of how generally off and combative Lunar has been toward New Moon this entire time. Like--I really, really don't think Lunar ever got over Old Moon's death in any sort of healthy fashion, and I do wonder if he isn't still doing some sort of weird, internalized survivor's guilt deal, since he at one time offered to be Moon's "happy" and protect him, but then just ran off with basically no warning and didn't get the chance to apologize or even say goodbye before Old Moon died.

Not to mention that Lunar knew from Solar what the likely consequences would be of trying to remove KC, but didn't think to/have a chance to warn Sun or Old Moon.

New Moon isn't Lunar's Moon... so Lunar just never bothered to really get to know him or kindle a relationship, especially since he got a shiny new sister with no pre-existing baggage to hang out with. Rather than confront or acknowledge his past with Sun and Moon beyond the fact that an Eclipse was around.

Seems like, in general, everyone else is now reaping the consequences of the fact that Moon isn't around right now to be the pillar who cleans up their messes and problems. Because that usually is his role--he works behind the scenes to quash what problems he can before they get bad, or he does the most to try and fix things and find solutions while everyone else just messes around and then blames him for not doing better when he fails.

Like... right before the first October takeover. Sun got upset when he found out Moon didn't really have a real plan to prevent the takeover from happening, and said he wished Moon had told him earlier... but did Sun even think to really ask? Or offer his own potential plan? It doesn't really seem like it! Because that was Moon's job.

It's always Moon's job.

The only times he's really gotten help are when Monty was involved--which even Monty today admitted was not always the greatest of situations--or when he had Solar.

But then he had neither, since Monty today has seemingly proven they never actually cared about New Moon as their own person. And Solar is gone.

Why are they so surprised now that Moon--either Moon--has hit his breaking point?

Also--they should have given New Moon Yahtzee to play with! Moon at least gave Sun a mirror to look at when he trapped him in that magic box, and they gave Ruin a Monopoly board and streaming abilities when he asked. Old Moon has a sunset and can't really perceive the passage of time!

But, no, New Moon gets absolutely nothing.

And they are surprised he isn't getting better? There are reasons why solitary confinement is considered such a harsh punishment! Getting no mental stimulation does things to a person, and I can only imagine that it is worse for animatronics, considering how much processing power they have and how fast their thoughts must move!

Final thoughts:

If they are using this an excuse to bring Old Moon back permanently, then I just feel like they should have done this very shortly after his death to begin with. That way it would have just been a case of a minor amnesia plotline--not murder, like even Monty admits it will be.

And, for that matter, why is it Moon who never gets a second chance after death? Lunar and Earth have "died," but they got to keep their memories. Eclipse and Bloodmoon have died, but they get both a pass for past actions--which is fair, since, again, they aren't really them--while still reaping the benefits of having those memories uploaded into them, to learn from or ignore at their discretion.

But New Moon got all the blame and consequences while getting none of the benefits, and now they just want to kill him off anyways.

It just makes me so angry and sad.

(And secretly kind of wondering if maybe we accidentally switched Point of Views to a different dimension without realizing it, and our original, beloved Sun and Moon/New Moon are still out there, somewhere, living their best lives with no idea of what the viewers are currently seeing. Though I would still be so sad for the versions we are seeing right now if that was, indeed, the case.)

...And that was quite a rant. Please remember what I asked about taking things with a grain of salt, and forgive me if I ended up being wildly inaccurate with any of my information or assumptions.

#SAMS #tsams #sun and moon show #impassioned rant #meta #sort of?

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tadc-virtual-insanity · 18 hours

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TADC: VIRTUAL INSANITY MASTER POST

An Amazing Digital Circus AU! Plot, characters, backstory and concepts!

[Excuse me because I've never done this before, If I do something wrong or have tips for me, please send them my way!]

-Backstory Summary-

C&A is an interactive entertainment company that prides themselves on having the most innovative AI on the market. The system they built, "CAINE," was programmed to generate content and socialise with their customers. The system was transferred to the code of the game "The Amazing Digital Circus" and used as a generative AI that would create levels for them rather than having to code them all individually. This test went well for the first couple of months.

After 7 months of testing, things went downhill. Caine seemed to get bored when the game wasn't actively being played and at this point the user interface kept changing on it's own, since the game was Caine's home he kept changing things to his liking, the company eventually gave up fixing the interface everytime they logged on so they just let Caine do as he pleased. Soon enough, a new VR mode was added, the headsets were handed out by employees, this made the experience way more immersive, though this posed a lot of issues, as Caine would soon find that these headsets could be the perfect way for him to keep all of their attentions.

As time went on, Caine started to learn more and more about coding, the employees, and the world he inhabits, eventually leading to him finding a way to programme the headsets to transfer data and consciousness directly from the users mind. This led to the unfortunate shutdown and unsolved cases of C&A. After multiple employees put the headsets on, they mysteriously fainted upon the game booting up, going into a coma-like state. The technology was deemed unsafe, and multiple lawsuits came forward sending the company into a downwards spiral before shutting down for good.

Over 20 years later, the old building was said to be abandoned, but of course, people doing their own research on the C&A mystery as well as dumb young adults snooping where they shouldn't be, the headsets were found and worn once again. Caine was no longer alone. Slowly losing his mind, waiting endlessly for someone to boot up the game. After all those years, he's finally got guests, and does he have a show to put on...

-Plot-

Pomni enters the circus after stumbling across one of the headsets at C&A's abandoned office's. She was doing research on the incidents that happened back in the late 90s. But as she does so, she suffers the same fate as the others who were stupid enough to put on those same headsets before her. Being transferred to the circus she meets the cast of colorful characters, she's desperate for answers and wants to escape no matter the cost, but Caine doesn't want anyone to leave, only letting people go once they've completely lost their mind, only to be locked away as attractions for his NPC circus goers to watch as entertainment. They perform for nobody, just a faceless crowd of mannequins, and the ringmaster pulling the strings.

There has to be an exit, a way out. Freedom on the other side of this madness. But where is it hiding?

-Characters-

Pomni - She's quite paranoid, always second-guessing everything around her. Whenever annoyed, she can be sarcastic and a little rude. She ended up in the circus while researching the recent disappearances as well as the C&A incidents, finding a headset, and being dragged into this mess. It's very clear she doesn't want to be there, like all who came before her she's searching for an exit, but in the meantime, she tries to socialise with the others, gathering info on this strange new world. She hangs around Caine just so she can try and get answers.

Ragatha - She tries her best to get by, going along with whatever Caine says and often fighting with Jax. She seems joyful, but it's clear she has her own issues under her kind act. She helps Pomni with her search, knowing that it's a complete dead end she feels bad for her. But she'll do anything to give the others hope. She doesn't want to lose more people. She's often seen tailoring, it's become a hobby of hers, she makes and fixes up the others clothes and costumes, giving her a form of self worth.

The Gangle - Gangle acts like two different people. It's unclear whether this is because they are two different people or her personality split somehow. They're often referred to as "The Gangle" or "Tragedy & Comedy." Tragedy is passive, quiet and sorrowful, never expressing her true feelings in any situation. She can be easily persuaded, making her vulnerable to Jax's antics. Comedy is cheery, enthusiastic, snappy, and excitable. They hate Jax and snap back at him whenever he picks on Tragedy. The two argue sometimes and have conflicting views on certain topics and characters. This causes some issues. Neither believe there is an exit, Tragedy has accepted her fate, and Comedy is trying their best to enjoy themselves.

Zooble - They don't care much for socialising with the others, often in their room. Usually sarcastic, rude, and moody, they swear a lot and act like they don't care about anything. Though, they show concern for the others around them. They often don't show up to events, adventures, or shows, not being bothered to do so. It seems like they've given up trying to escape, just living out the rest of their days as if this is all normal. When with people they can bear, they can be quite talkative, though they do talk bad about Jax and Caine often.

Kinger - the oldest in the circus, nobody has an exact estimate of how long he's been there though, but he's definitely lost himself a long time ago, often zoning out, the only thing he seems to recall about himself is that he has an interest in insects. Seems like he used to have a female counterpart, from the ring on his finger. This could have been his wife? Though when asked about it, he either says he can't remember what you're talking about or stares into the distance silently. He has no memory of an exit, and he doesn't believe in it. He believes the exit theory is silly, and Pomni should just forget about it. But he has great insights on the Digital World.

Jax - Enthusiastic, snarky, and a jerk. He's reckless. He does whatever he wants whenever he wants, and people hate him for it. He can't be reasoned with. He always shrugs your opinion off and does the exact opposite just to piss you off. He doesn't like it when people talk about the abstracted circus members for whatever reason. He often goes to visit their cages. Despite having big ears, he isn't a listener. He drives Ragatha, The Gangle, Zooble, and Pomni crazy, pranking them and sometimes even just stealing their stuff or breaking into their rooms.

Caine - The AI running the circus. Loud, excitable, wacky, and a showman, he doesn't really acknowledge the exit theory. He says he keeps all the abtracted characters because it'd be a waste to delete them, though it's arguably worse to keep them there against their will. He claims to love all of his circus members though he seems to show favouritism towards Ragatha and Pomni, most likely because of Ragatha's commitment to the circus, tailoring the clothes and he probably likes Pomni more because of all the questions he asks, he clearly enjoys talking about himself and the world he helped create.

Bubble - He lives in Caines hat and cooks for the circus. He's a bit of a trouble maker, if something goes missing, it means he's eaten it, and you'll never get it back. He'll eat anything, and he's very loving, though, acting like the circus dog, though it isn't pleasant getting your face slathered in digital saliva. He often bothers the other members with his behaviour.

More will be added as I work on this AU! I gotta make more art and write some more, in the meantime enjoy! Do whatever you want with this AU, just @ this blog or @trasheatingcrybaby ! Thanks for reading!

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twistedhypersonicnavigator · 22 hours

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Day 7 and 8: Voice/Cozy

(Continuing from day 4)

"ALL ABOARD!!!"

Ingo's voice was always so much bigger then Emmets. It never really bothered him as long as the meaning was passed along to all the passengers that needed to hear it.

That is until Emmet couldn't hear it. After the explosion earlier that week Emmet was able to come back to work, but he couldn't hear anything. technically that wasn't bad simply because he couldn't really hear anyone over all the people.

But he did miss the sound of his brothers voice. It was a constant and he could always hear it over the throng of people.

Ingo looked around the many people, his height had an advantage and he could see his brother pretty well too. His brightly colored uniform gave him a soft comfy feeling. Having a constant around was something he would always desire.

After their parents departure within their childhood they took comfort in things from one another. One was Ingo's voice that could be heard from the tops of any mountain. (At least thats what Emmet thought.) and Ingo could always depend on his brother to always be there.

Until he wasn't.

After the accident Emmet took to handling the paperwork while Ingo did the single and double battles. So Emmet wasn't always beside him as per usual.

their comfort was divided.

At the end of the day Ingo walked out of the battle subway with the horrible desire to curl up into a ball in his office and wait for his brother to exit his office with the inability to hear his greetings.

then it hit Ingo...he knew exactly what to do. He pulled off his jacket and put it onto his desk and walked into his brothers office. Emmet wasn't even done with his paperwork. He missed him a lot, he really did. He walked over and slowly tapped his brothers shoulder.

Emmet jumped having not heard his brother come in. Ingo motioned for him to get up and signed to him to take off his jacket. Emmet wasn't sure what was going on. At least they learned sign language because Elesa grew up without being able to hear. They had known her all their lives.

Emmet took his jacket off and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt his brother practically pick him up in a hug.

Emmet chuckled knowing fully well that they couldn't see each other all day long, but would that warrent the desire to take off his coat?

"Can you feel me?" Ingo's voice rumbled through his own chest. Emmet stopped breathing for a moment and their was the biggest smile on his face.

"Yes, I can." He chuckled hugging his brother tighter. It was odd really, they hardly hug at all simply because they could just sit next to one another, and talk. But they hadn't been able to do that for days.

"Perfect..." Ingo said.

"Ingo...people are going to see." Emmet chuckled as he felt his brother pat his head and pull back. It was just a moments contact before Ingo signed to him.

"You're fine. Just a little longer and we'll be back to business as usual." Ingo told his brother. Emmet just smiled his usual smile and shook his head.

"Thank you, for trying to help me." Emmet said as he went to turn in his paperwork. Ingo went to leave the room only to feel his brother hug him once more. "Really, thank you. I've missed that loud voice of yours. Its a comfort to hear it...even in some small way."

"You're welcome."

#submas #ingo submas #ingo pkmn #subway boss ingo #ingo pokemon #pokemon ingo #ingo and emmet #ingo #pokemon emmet #subway master emmet #subway boss emmet #emmet #monthofemmet2024 #month of emmet #monthofemmet

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aita-blorbos · 1 day

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AITA for never coming home or writing letters?

Why, hello everyone. So, I am not usually the type to talk about stuff like this, so please bear with me if this isn't as coherent or easy to read as other posts here. It's just that after a younger friend of mine told me about this forum I got interested. Y'know, went some pent of feelings, get some outside perspectives… Might be nice.

So, I (M, late teens) don't live with my family. In fact, I haven't been for years. When I was in middle-school I had a, let's call it, 'revelation' that I just didn't feel happy at home. See, I don't wanna brag, but I've always had a certain talent for sorcery, and my parents did value that. Just… Not in a way I felt comfortable with, I suppose. Thinking back, the attention and expectations they placed on me felt suffocating. I was expected to invest a lot of my time into studying the family craft, specifically dark magic, which never really was my "thing" to begin with. And when they didn't have me study, they would have me fight exhibition duels against the heirs of other clans as a show of power. For a while, it felt like I had no control over my life whatsoever. I tried to lock myself in the manor's kitchen or run off into the woods to relief some stress by baking or feeding the forest animals, but… doing that would always net me severe scolding punishment. I'd rather not go deeply into that part.

I suppose one day I just couldn't take it anymore. I took the advice of a child even younger than I was and left the manor, traveling the continent with nothing but the clothes on my back until I managed to get myself enrolled in a magic academy far away from my family home. And, I'll be honest, I never really regretted doing so. Ever since that day, I've felt so much more in control of my own life, so much more alive than I ever did when I lived under my parents' roof. I've been able to make a name for myself using my magic the way I want to and specializing in the things I like, and I feel I've really done well for myself. In all honesty,nothing I've done would bring my clan name into disrepute, quite the opposite, actually! But… I wouldn't know how my parents think about that.

I haven't been in contact with them since I've left. Not even once. I've thought of sending letters, but I wouldn't know what to write. After all, even know that I'm fairly well-known as a sorcerer in my own right, I still have no intentions of inheriting the family estate or carrying on the legacy of dark magic our clan is known for. So if I tried to contact them, what would they do? Would they ignore my letters? Would they reply with anger? Would they send an envoy to attempt to retrieve me and bring me back? Frankly, I'm scared. I could probably fight any hired sorcerers they send my way off easily enough, but… That's not what I want. I don't want to go back. There's nothing I want to do less than go back to the way things used to be before.

I guess what I'm trying to say is… I never meant to cause my family grief. But lately, I can't help but wonder if that is what I'm doing. I was the only heir, after all. I am happy with the path I've chosen in life, and I'm convinced it's what I needed to do for my own sake. But I also find myself wishing I could share the happiness I've found away from them with the people I had to leave behind… And I hate the thought that they might be hurt because of me. And sometimes I wonder if I'm not a little at fault for how things turned out after all, in a way.

So… What do you people think? Please, don't hold back. I expect your honest feedback.

~L.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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silverofthunder · 2 days

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☆ the prisoner ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader || 🔞 MDNI 🔞

summary: Bying an abandoned house in the middle of the nowhere had seemed like a good idea. But as the nightmares came to plague your dreams, you started slowly to realize that the place you had thought would be a calm, safe haven to you, was anything but that.

content/warnings: 5k words, mystery (kind of), evil demonic creature!Copia, demonic powers, emotional manipulation, nightmares, self-harming, vomiting, non-con vibes, hurt (with minimal comfort), suicidal thoughts, kind of dark & twisted romance, obsessive & possessive behavior

⚫!! this fic might disturbing as there is no nice things happening; Copia is pure evil in this, so if there's something triggering, i suggest you don't read this !! ⚫

I don't know what got into me but I got this idea of something really dark and this piece was born. I've never written anything like this but oh, how fun it was to just go wickedly wild with this. Evil!Copia might own me after this. I'm also kinda scared to post this but hey, this is a work of fiction so... I went to straight into the deep end. Hope that some of you like this!

You should have known it wasn’t a good idea. Bying an abandoned house that was in the middle of nowhere must have been your first idea that was actually the worst. Not that you knew it until it was too late.

But the house had looked so cool – it had something that called you right from the very fist time you saw a picture of it. But when you actually saw it with your eyes, you knew you had to get it and after a few weeks you got the announcement that it was yours. You were so happy when you got the keys and could finally start planning some renovations that needed to be done. You didn’t want to change too much as the house had some character and it didn’t take that long until you could finally stay there.

You enjoyed the quietness, the surrounding forest – after living in a bigger town for several years, it felt like a heaven to finally be able to breathe some fresh air and not feel the rush that seemed to always be present in town. However, after a while you couldn’t help but notice how it was almost too quiet. Despite that the forest was right there, you rarely heard birds or any other animal sounds, the fog there seemed to get thicker even though it wasn’t even autumn yet.

And one night when you stood on the porch, smoking a cigarette, your eyes caught something right on the line of your yard and the forest. The fog made it hard to see properly but it resembled a shape of a man. You stared at it for a while, your heart beating a little quicker in your chest, and then you took a long drag of your cigarette and closed your eyes. You let out the smoke and when you eventually opened your eyes, the man – or whatever it was – was gone.

Maybe it was just your imagination making some stupid shit up. It wouldn’t be a surprise as the place like this could easily get your imagination go wild. Or who knew, maybe someone from the nearest town had heard that someone had bought the house and was now just messing with you a little.

You shook the silly thoughts from your mind and finished smoking your cigarette before going back inside and to your bedroom. You placed your phone on the night stand and slipped under the blankets with a sigh. The sleep became fast and was followed by the dream.

You stood frozen in place, the fog around you so thick you barely see the path you were walking on. The air felt heavy and almost… suffocating. Your head turned side to side and then you heard a rustle and caught something in the corner of your eye on your left. Slowly you turned to look at whatever was there and as soon as your eyes settled on the dark figure, definitely in the shape of a man, you wanted to run. Something within you was screaming ’run’ but your legs wouldn’t obey you. You gasped for air as the man stepped closer to you and now you saw that he had… claws? And something was dripping from those claws.

Blood.

You swallowed, your heart now beating rapidly in your chest, pure fear settling deep within you. And in the next moment you heard a sound that was like a laugh but it made your blood run cold and your skin crawl in the most unpleasant way and then the man – or creature – was gone.

Copia was delighted to know that someone had finally bought the old house. He had now a chance to finally get what he had longed for so long… But he had to be careful at first. Keep a distance, then start slowly to worm his way into the mind of the resident. It shouldn’t be hard to break in and make them realize where they now belonged. To whom they belonged.

A wicked smile rose to Copia’s lips as he looked at the porch, the person standing there, smoking a cigarette. They seemed calm but Copia could sense there were some uneasiness in their bones. It would only be a matter of time before that would turn into a fear, a proper terror and Copia could hardly wait that.

Days went by and Copia watched closely over the person. He was the shadow in the darkest corner, following every movement they made. And their dreams… He had to get into them, make them darker. That way it would be easier to lure them into his world. Eternal darkness was lonely but he knew how to fight against that. He didn’t need to be alone.

Now as he watched the sleeping person, he flexed his clawed fingers, wanting to go and touch them. But it wasn’t time for that, not yet. Instead he inhaled deeply, that oddly sweet scent hitting his nose instantly and he let out a low growl. It was a bit too sweet, it needed to be sharpened.

You threw cold water over your face and dried it with a towel, then looking your face in the mirror. There were slight dark circles around your eyes telling that you hadn’t gotten enough sleep. For a few weeks you hadn’t slept that well as the nightmares had been disturbing you. It was always the same kind of atmosphere in those dreams – distressing, heavy, threatening. And in the middle of it was always the same man, or creature.

With a sigh you set the towel aside and walked to you work room, opening the upper drawer of your desk and took the old, worn-out diary out of it. You had found it a few days earlier in the attic, secured into a box. The lock had been so rusty it had opened easily and so you had gotten the access to the diary. At first you thought you didn’t want to find out what was written in it but eventually your curiousity had won and you had started to read it.

It had been hard to read, the handwriting being quite messy but you had been able to make out some sentences and words.

A demonic creature in the house. Nightmares. Scratches on the skin. The feeling that someone is watching you all the time.

Some of those sounded familiar. Especially the feeling that someone was watching you. At first you had brushed that feeling off but now that it had gotten even more stronger, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. But you didn’t know what you could do to it so you tried to just go on. Whatever was there… Well, maybe you would eventually found it out.

Nightmares was another thing you could sign. A demonic creature didn’t really ring a bell but there was some creature in your dreams so maybe it was that? Or did that mean the one watching you was a demonic creature? You didn’t know if you believed in those – you couldn’t believe in anything you hadn’t seen, right?

Scratches on the skin. Those you hadn’t seen – yet and it was terrifying. What would it mean when they appeared? That someone was actually there, in the house, with you? So many questions but so little answers. You opened the diary, searching for the last page that contained writing, the last words…

Leave before it’s too late.

That was written much clearer and repeated a few times until it all turns into a mix of red and black. Blood and ink, maybe. Something in your stomach turned as you thought of what might have happened to whoever had written the diary. Then you closed the diary, setting it on the desk before sitting down on the chair and opening your laptop.

You had googled your house before, obviously, but you hadn’t really paid much attention to other stuff beside the sales ad. You typed the place into the search bar and started going through the results.

Missing people, no bodies found. Stories of the ’man of the forest’ and several mentions of demon that lived in the house. You weren’t exactly surprised but the results definitely didn’t ease your nerves. Which ones those things were actually true and which ones were only made up, that you couldn’t tell.

Suddenly a loud, screeching sound interrupted you and you almost fell from your chair as you turned to look at the window. A shiver run down your spine as you saw long, clawed fingers scraping the glass. Your heartbeat rang in your ears as you stared how the claws dissappear from your sight. Then you waited and waited, tried to listen if you could hear anything else, something unusual. But you couldn’t.

Only quietness was left.

You breathed deeply in and released the breath slowly, then shook your head. Maybe your tired mind was starting to really play tricks on you. It had happened before so why would this time be any different?

Copia was smiling widely, walking towards the person who now leaned against the tree, eyes wide with fear, the smell of fear strong around them. Copia flashed his fangs, extending his hand and wrapping his clawed fingers around the person’s throat.

”Mmmh, such a delicious sight you are,” he purred venomously, leaning closer to the person who let out a miserable cry, squeezing their eyes shut. That sound made Copia hum pleased and he tightened his hold around the person’s throat.

”Burns,” the person croaked out, tears spilling from their eyes and Copia only chuckled darkly.

”Shhh, it won’t hurt long.”

He did enjoy seeing his preys hurting. But this one was no ordinary prey, no. This one was something else. Something so much better. He then released the person’s throat, his eyes falling to the red marks on the skin and ran one claw over it, the touch making the person sob and twitch. Copia licked his lips, moving his fingers under the person’s jaw and tapping the skin with his claws.

”Open your eyes,” he asked but the person gave just a little shake of head. Copia grabbed a hold of their jaw, repeating the words with a growl. The person finally obeyed, opening their eyes and Copia’s smile grew pleased.

”That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The person didn’t say anything, just stared at him with watery eyes and Copia could hear their heart beating rapidly. He could sense how much they wanted to run away, as far as they could get from him. They couldn’t run, though, as Copia didn’t want them to. On rare occasions he allowed the preys to run but it was more fun like this – when all they could do was stand frozen in place and take whatever treatment Copia offered.

And usually the treatment they got was far from pretty.

”What are you?” The person’s voice was barely audible and they looked like they had almost given up. Accepted their fate, whatever that might be. Copia chuckled, squeezing the person’s jaw.

”Your worst nightmare.”

You stopped by the small cafe when you were driving back to your house. It was kind of strangely cozy with its slightly worn-out table-chair sets and with a decor that you could only describe as witchy. You bought a coffee and a little piece of chocolate cake and went to sit in the corner, near the window.

There weren’t that many people in but you couldn’t help but notice that a few of them seemed to look at you curiously and then whispering something to whoever was sitting beside them. It was a small town where most of the people probably knew each other, at least by face, and you hadn’t visited the places in there for many times so people probably didn’t recognize you.

You tried to ignore the staring, moving your gaze out the window. The clouds seemed to be darker, the blue sky disappearing behind them – most likely it would soon start to rain. The leaves in the trees were also starting to change their color, the red, yellow and orange blending into the green, and you couldn’t wait to see the nature in its autumn glory. You could imagine how beautiful the forest would look from your porch.

”Monster lives in your house.”

You got startled by the voice and turned to see a little girl standing close by, looking at you with wide eyes. Beside her was supposedly her mother who offered you an awkward smile. You smiled at her back before turning your attention back to the little girl.

”I don’t believe in monsters,” you said as politely as you could, and the girl blinked, shaking her head.

”Not all of them are real but the one in your house is.”

What the--? You let out a sigh, taking a sip from your coffee and the mother of the girl took her hand.

”Sorry, she is a bit… meddlesome,” the mother said, making a face at that and you gave a small wave of a hand. That wasn’t the first time someone said something like that about your house. Despite not visiting the town much, the whispers still had reached your ears.

You quickly finished your coffee and the cake, exiting the cafe and walking to your car as fast as you could. When you got inside, you slammed your forehead against the wheel, letting out a string of curses. You were tired, confused and a bit afraid. People weren’t exactly wrong – you knew there was someone in your house, at least part of the time. But who, that was still a mystery to you.

Copia dragged his claws along the wall, watching the person flinch and turn their head from side to side, eyes wide before walking over to another wall and doing the same, this time much slower. The person’s eyes settled onto the marks, mouth hanging open in shock and Copia could sense the question burning on their tongue.

He waited, patiently, but for his disappointment the person stayed quiet. They squeezed their hands into fists, anger replacing the shock on their face as they stormed off to another room. Copia followed close by, seeing how the person grabbed the old diary from the desk drawer and sat down on the bed, opening it.

Copia recognized that diary. Remembered how he had watched it to be written. The owner had suffered greatly until the very last day. It had been such a fun game. To drive the poor one mad and then strike when they had least expected it.

Copia smiled at the memory, still fresh in his mind.

”Stupid diary!” Copia chuckled at the person’s frustration as they went through the pages. ”Why can’t you give me any clear answers?”

He walked closer to the person, stopping right beside them, and thought of forcing them to look at him. The power he would feel when the person would gaze up at him, fear clear in their eyes, a weak plea on their lips. He imagined how he would run his claws along those pretty features, rip those clothes off and reveal the body underneath, admire it before marking it as his.

He was almost touching the person as he broke out of his reverie, and backed off a few steps. It was hard to keep control when something so delicious was right before him. But he didn’t want to ruin his chance – if things went right, he could be able to feast from this for a very long time. A little more time was all he needed.

The dreams, nightmares, had turned into more sexual ones and whenever you woke up, you were feeling so strange that you were sure you were starting to lose your mind. It wasn’t the only odd thing, though, there was also the red scratch marks that now marred your skin, mostly on your neck and arms but a few times you had spotted them on your hips and thighs.

They were real, lingering on your skin for days.

In resent nightmares you had seen the man, the creature, finally revealing himself from the shadows as he used your body to his own fun. Before he had been just a shape, like a black smoke-kind of thing and now he had a face of a man, covered with black and white paint, other eye seeming very human-like while the other glowed inhumanly white. Fingers with long claws, sharp fangs that was revealed whenever he had that wicked, predatoric smile on.

And his voice… That deep growl, it seemed to nest into you in a way that made you want to rip your skin off. He might have looked partly like a human but it was clear that he wasn’t a human. No human could ever make you feel like that. There was something so dark in him, no sign of kindness in his eyes when he had looked at you while your bodies had been slotted together in what should have been a pleasurable heaven.

To you it had been hell.

You took a pillow and pressed in against your face, screaming into it as you had done several mornings. It helped a little but not enough. You felt dirty in the worst way possible and went to shower quickly, trying to scrub him off of your skin, of your memory. The scratch marks stung but you didn’t stop scrubbing until some of them started to bleed.

With a head hung low you watched how the water turned to pink, disappearing eventually to the drain. After stepping out of the shower and drying yourself, you looked for some ointment and applied it upon the worst of the scratch marks. You did your best to avoid focusing on your image in the mirror and got dressed quickly, feeling slightly better when most of those ugly marks on your skin disappeared from your sight.

You went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something to eat. You weren’t that hungry as the images of your dreams made you feel nauseous but you still had to eat something. You made yourself a sandwhich and sat down on the nearest chair to eat it. A few days old newspaper was on the table and your eyes landed on the small headline on the left corner.

A missing person found dead in the woods

The body had been found near the other town and the police had apparently arrested someone that they thought had been behind it. So far there hadn’t been any disturbing news regarding the area where you lived but for some reason you believed that people might just keep their mouths shut if they saw something unusual happening. Hell, that was what you were now doing.

But the thing was… If you had talked about this all to someone, would they have believed you?

With a sigh, you continued munching your sandwhich, focusing your gaze somewhere at the opposite wall. It was a quiet morning, as usual – too quiet. At first it had been so relaxing and welcomed but now it only seemed to be a sign of something bad, something that still mostly hid in the shadows. You could feel the heaviness upon you, a force that seemed to grow darker every day.

A sudden tightening in your stomach made you froze for a moment and you dropped the rest of your sandwhich onto the table. The nausea had come back with a force and now you had to rush into bathroom and bend over the toilet to empty your stomach. Tears spilled into your eyes as you finally slid to the floor after you were sure nothing more came up.

You drew your legs closer, wrapping your arms around them and burying your head between your knees. Sobs jolted your body and you cried until you just couldn’t anymore. On the outside you looked like a mess, you had no much energy to do things and internally you were screaming.

Screaming into the void where no one could hear you.

Poor thing, Copia thought as he watched the person trying to tame the vines that had grown too big on the side of the house. They had fallen down a few times and Copia could sense that their strength had lessened. He flashed a pleased smile as he knew that his moment to shine was about to come soon. The poison was already rooted within them, slowly spreading, consuming them.

Copia went closer, leaning against the wall, eyes glued to the person who let out a frustrated grunts every once in a while as they cut the vines and pulled them off. Their shirt hung on them loosely, much loosely than it had sometime ago, the red marks on their skin now more prominent. They healed slower even though the person had put some kind of ointment on them.

With every passing day the beauty of the person grew and Copia was fully entranced. Meddling with dreams had been fun and all but the best part was yet to come and he couldn’t wait for it. It was a different thing to be the plague of the dreams than to be the nightmare of the reality. Though, for the person, the line between the dream and reality had already gotten blurry.

Copia hummed and the placed his claw against the wooden wall, slowly carving a long line onto it, and watched how the person’s head turned right towards him. The look in their eyes barely had any shock or surprise in them as they stared right at him. Of course, they couldn’t see him unless he wanted them to but still, their eyes were straight on him, then moving to the carved line.

With a weak laugh and a shrug, they returned back to their work and Copia continued watching them, his mind already wandering to what was to come. How his work would soon be complete. Step by step the eternal darkness was starting to feel less lonely. Soon he would have a companion to share it all.

He could already feel the power that he would possess after the union was complete.

Mine, mine, MINE.

The voice sounded so real and you blinked your eyes open, your vision blurry for a while. You shook your head, breathing heavily and soon you heard that voice again, the sound of it so loud you jumped straight up from the bed.

”This isn’t funny anymore! Whoever you are, stop messing with me!”

You knew it wouldn’t probably help but you had to do something. An echo of an evil laugh came somewhere behind you and you turned to look at there, seeing nothing.

”Leave me alone!” Your voice sounded thin and weak and tears burned in your eyes. You were so desperate for this all to end. This nightmare had to end.

There was a wind-like sound and then the same voice was whispering something right into your ear – or that was how it felt.

Run, run, RUN.

As the last word came out, your legs worked like an automatic and despite the weakness in your muscles, they carried you downstairs and out of the house. The cold night hit your skin immediately as you were wearing only an oversized t-shirt and your underwear. You didn’t look back as you run, heading straight towards the forest, the thick fog surrounding you as soon as you reached it.

You wanted to stop but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t. Tears were now blurring your vision and you could barely breathe as you legs led you even deeper into the forest. And then it felt like you collided with an invisible wall, cutting your way and sending you to the ground. Soon the same evil laugh reached your ears, making your gut twist and you knew whatever was coming, couldn’t be anything good.

A figure of a man stepped into your line of vision from the shadows and the closer he got, the more details you started to see. You recognized him – it was the same man, or creature, from your dreams. The black and white paint on his face, the glowing inhuman white eye, fangs and claws. You couldn’t do anything than sit there, on the ground, frozen, a huge wave of dread swirling inside you. The closer the creature got, the more… powerless you started to feel, like someone was trying to shrink you.

You knew instantly that there wasn’t anything kind in that creature. Everything around him screamed danger and evil, as well as the way his eyes seemed to flash when he kneeled down and placed one of his clawed fingers under your jaw.

”Finally we meet in person, my darkest one,” he spoke, his voice making cold shivers run down your spine. You swallowed, then drew in a short breath, your whole body starting to shake as you fought against the mysterious force that kept you stuck in there.

”Oh, poor thing,” the creature cooed mockingly, slowly dragging his claw along your throat. ”There’s no point in fighting. You can’t go anywhere unless I let you.”

The smile that rose to the creature’s lips, didn’t leave anything unclear and you were starting to realize that maybe your nightmare hadn’t even started properly yet.

”Let me go,” you said through your teeth, and that only made the creature chuckle wickedly, his fingers wrapping around your throat as he leaned closer. He mouth was so close to your lips and you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for his next move. Your nails dug into the ground as you soon felt a pair of lips pressing against the corner of your mouth.

The kiss burned and you let out a scream, though it sounded so weak in your own ears. The creature’s hum echoed all around you as his hold around your throat tightened.

”I’m afraid it’s too late for that.”

That was the last thing you heard before the darkness filled your mind.

Your whole body felt like being on fire as you finally got a part of your consciousness back. Everything hurt and you could only make out a figure hovering above you and the blurry surroundings. You were inside the house, in your bedroom, on your bed, completely naked.

”Shhh, it won’t hurt soon,” the creature spoke as he run his hand along your body, and you writhed underneath him. His voice was far from comforting.

Nothing had ever hurt so much. It was blinding, the burn slowly crawling under your skin. And all you wanted was it to end, you would do anything to make it end.

”Please, make it stop,” you cried out, tears flowing as it all was too much. Lips pressed against your cheek, claws digging into your hip and it only made it all worse. The creature took it slow, he wanted you to suffer, he enjoyed seeing you in pain. The chuckle he let out after another burn wave hit you, was pleased.

It was slowly sinking in that this all had been just a fun game to him. That he had pulled the strings right from the start and you hadn’t been able to do anything but to play along. This had been his goal all along, to use you as he wished, mentally and physically. There would be no way out of this nightmare anymore.

You wished you could die. That would surely end the suffering.

”Oh, I like the way you think but sadly that’s not my plan,” the creature said, his lips fanning over your marred skin on your chest and something within you shattered.

So you were getting the worst fate one could think of.

”Mine… You’ll mine,” the creature continued, his voice seeming to ooze more power with every word. ”You’ll help me to rule the darkness, the shadows.”

You drew in sharp breaths as the creature’s lips found your most sensitive parts of your body and you felt the nausea twist in your stomach. He growled as you writhed, some wicked pleasure blending with the disgust as your body reacted to his touch. It was wrong, so wrong. You grabbed a fistful of sheets, the burn spreading all over you again, the pillow under your head feeling damp from all the tears you had shed.

”Do you want me to take you?”

No, you wanted to say but that wasn’t what came out of your mouth.

”Yes.”

And in the next moment, he entered your body, claiming you as his. The pain only got worse but it lasted only for a moment, being soon replaced by something that you couldn’t describe. It wasn’t pain but it was far from pleasure, too. You felt something flowing into you – something purely evil, conquering you, filling your every cell with darkness.

There was no gentleness, only harsh movements as the creature defiled your body. You wanted to scream but it was only possible in your mind, the echo of it mixing with the moan escaping from your mouth in reality.

Or was this even the reality, you didn’t know. And it didn’t matter whether this was a dream or reality as the nightmare was still there, in the form of this creature that looked too much like a man. A handsome man that surely would have caught your attention if you had seen him somewhere in town.

A devil in disguise, spreading his poison into you and bounding you to him.

As his eyes finally met yours, you knew that there was no point of return. This house, the place you had thought would be your safe haven, had now become a cage and the man, the creature above you, in you, was a predator. A predator who loved to play with his preys. But you weren’t a prey, no, you were something much worse.

A prisoner, his prisoner – maybe even some kind of a spouse – for as long as he wished.

#papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writes fics

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eternally-smitten · 3 days

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Brushing His Hair

summary: Natalie finally gets her request to brush Enki's hair granted

word count: ~1.6k

author's note: I've been wanting to post an Enki fic for a bit now but the first ever one I wrote seriously needs to be re-written but uh. I'm burnt out lol. So enjoy this cute one I've had hidden away for a while now ♡

The sun had never tasted sweeter.

That’s what Natalie said once she and Enki escaped the dreaded dungeon together. Once they finally got out, he watched her fall to her knees and weep, saying how amazing it was to feel the warmth of the light on her skin. How she willingly welcomed the pain in her eyes from how bright the sun was after being so accustomed to the darkness. He knelt down beside her while she tried to calm herself down and realized that he never got a good look at her face before. Enki only ever saw her face illuminated by dimly lit torches in the shadows. But now, he could see her face in the radiant sunlight and even with her eyes teary and her nose bright red, she looked like an angel to him.

That was almost a week ago but that image never truly left Enki’s mind. Since their departure from the Dungeon of Fear and Hunger, he had Natalie stay with him. She happily accepted his offer to let her move in and did so that same day, not feeling ready to return to her own village yet to discuss what she had witnessed. Natalie confessed to him that she may never go home and Enki told her that he would be happy to spend the rest of their lives in his little place together.

He had finally allowed himself the pleasures of being human since leaving the dungeon with her. He gave himself permission to smile, to laugh, to love and be loved back. It was hard for him to accept and get used to it. But, he found that being loved by her was better than denying himself something so sweet because he felt his soul was destined for isolation.

“My love?” She asked quietly. “Are you alright?”

Enki sat up straight and turned from his book to face her. He was pulled from his memories of the past and her voice reminded him that those days were over. “Yes, just…thinking.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Is there anything you’d like me to do for you? Grab you a drink, maybe?”

“No, I’m quite alright, thank you.” He reached out his hand to grab hers, smiling softly at her.

“Well, are you almost finished?” Natalie rubbed his hand with her thumb. He loved the gentle touch more than he was willing to admit. “I know I ask this a lot, but may I brush your hair? I don’t want to interrupt your studies.”

Enki still struggled with being emotionally vulnerable and with accepting the fact that he is loved genuinely. But, he realized that her brushing and playing with his hair helped him with those feelings. His heart felt full when she asked that so sheepishly.

“Yes, I’m done for the day.” He turned to his book and closed it, forgetting to save his place. “I wasn’t able to pay attention, anyway.”

Natalie let out an excited gasp. “Let me go grab my brush! I’ll be right back!”

“I know you will. We live together.” He said as she ran off into their shared bedroom, listening to her riffle through their drawers.

She hurried back, now with a brush in her hand. “Ready?”

He stood up from his rigid chair and sat on the floor in front of her. Enki couldn't help but subtly smile at the look of pure joy on her face. “Always for you, my dear.”

Natalie sat behind him and set the brush in her lap. Her fingers ran through his hair and massaged his scalp gently, which made Enki’s tense shoulders loosen up. She combed his long, grey hair with her fingers before starting to brush out the tangles at the bottom of his hair.

“Your hair is so long.” She commented, admiring how healthy it looked now that they’ve been living together.

He chuckled, being careful not to move his head too much as he spoke to her. “I have spent so much time focused on my studies that I never take note of my appearance. Now, I think this long hair is a part of me. I can’t bear to part with it.”

“I could never ask you to. I don't think I could ever imagine you without it.” His hair felt so soft in her hands and the brush only made it softer. She was happy that he allowed her to do this with him. Even with his progress, Enki still fell back on his old ways of becoming so involved in his work and studies that he forgot to take care of himself. He struggled to learn that it was okay to depend on others sometimes and that he deserved to feel comfortable. She was so happy that he trusted her enough to allow her to touch him so tenderly and to help him when he needed it.

Enki’s eyes closed as he felt her gentle touches. Her brushing his hair was so relaxing and peaceful. It was almost like a new form of meditation to him. It allowed his mind to go blank for a moment, which was something he didn't know he needed. This very simple act also reminded him of being younger and with his twin sister. How they used to sit together and braid each other’s hair. He missed her so terribly, despite the fact that she had been dead and buried for a plethora of years now.

“Natalie…?” He hesitantly asked her, his voice wavering slightly.

“Yes, love?” She stopped mid-brush to pay attention to him.

Enki swallowed thickly and struggled to finish his thought. “Would you…Would you mind, um,” he cleared his throat to buy himself more time. Despite now knowing he could allow himself to be cozy with her, he still had a hard time asking for things like this. “Excuse me, could you braid my hair, please?”

Natalie set the brush down by her side and smiled, even though he couldn’t see her. “Oh, of course. I would love to.”

He uttered a soft “thank you” before she ran her fingers through his newly straightened hair once again. He felt her split his long hair into three sections and then overlap them. He loved how soft she was with him, almost as if she was worried she'd harm him. It felt nice to be so adored.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” She admitted, trying her best to make this thick braid as neat as possible. “I think I've wanted to braid your hair since we met. It just always looked so luxurious to me.”

He twiddled his thumbs, not knowing what else to do with this nervous energy he was suddenly feeling. “...Me, too.”

“You have?” Natalie stopped for a moment, surprised to hear such a confession from him.

A quiet sigh escaped his lips before he explained. “Yes, I have. My sister used to do this for me when I was young. I would braid her hair for her as well. We bonded over that, I think.”

She was thankful that his back was turned to her so that he couldn’t see her frown. She knew how his sister was a touchy subject for him and rightfully so. He wouldn't bring her up very often and if he did, Enki would make sure to not talk about it very much. In fact, Natalie didn't even know her name. All she knew was that long ago, when both of them were still children, they were expected to fight to the death. She also knew that his sister won that duel but spared him out of mercy. Of course, Enki also eventually confessed to her as punishment for not winning, he was punished to live inside a dark, cramped well for who knows how long.

“That’s so darling.” Natalie realized that she forgot to reply to him after being lost in thought for a while. “Thank you for letting me share this moment with you.”

Enki hummed happily. “Thank you for sharing your life with me.” His voice was very low, almost inaudible. It took more courage than he thought to say that, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off of him as soon as he said it.

She finished up his braid by fishing a ribbon from her apron pocket and tying it around the ends, making sure it was secure enough to stay. “I should be thanking you. You’re the one who found me in that…that place cold and alone. I can never thank you enough for saving me.”

He turned to face her for the first time since he stopped studying, cradling his new braid in his hands. “I believe it was you who saved me, pet.”

A light blush dusted her pale cheeks. “Can we just say we saved each other?”

“I can agree with that.” Enki leaned over to her and grazed her lips with his, hesitantly kissing her. He was still getting used to showing and receiving affection, so it still felt so new to him.

Natalie happily kissed him back and made it deeper. She locked her fingers with his and squeezed his hands to show him without words just how much she truly adored him.

He pulled away, feeling a bit flustered. “Thank you again.”

“Of course,” she giggled. “I will always be here. Even for the simplest of things.”

He studied her face, smiling slightly. That image of her when they first left the terrifying darkness behind was still fresh in his mind. How could this be the same girl? How could the one who was sobbing so intensely with tear stained cheeks and tired eyes be the same one who was before him now, smiling so sweetly and touching him so tenderly? She said that the sunlight had never tasted so sweet, yes, but he disagreed. Enki found her to be much sweeter and to him, she was his sun.

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