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MAJOR ONE PUNCH MAN MANGA CH 166 SPOILERS BEWARE!!!!!
I’m actually going to kms over this panel. The fact that Murata decided to draw him with regular sclera, giving the visual impression that genos flashed back to his pre-cyborg self before he (HYPOTHETICALLY!!!!!) died bc grazing death gave him a flash of humanity? The fact that he looks so shocked but silent? The fact that his. Last. Words. Were sensei. ???????? That hurts me so much. Even in his (HYPOTHETICAL) last moments, Saitama is the most important thing on his mind. “Well yeah he’s saying that bc he wants Saitama to swoop in and save him” yeah no shit, it’s that as well as him worrying about Saitama and what he’ll do without Genos, him knowing that even tho Saitama’s late he’ll come. This moment could’ve been Genos being upset and feeling betrayed, but no. It’s him having faith in his sensei even though he knows it’s too late because whether Saitama saves him or not, he’ll always be his hero, and that those days with saitama were the happiest he’d been in a long time.
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Etiology - Chapter Two: Agoraphobia
Wooo, I finally updated Etiology! Now that the pre-story stuff is over we can start getting into the Arkham storyline in the next chapter.
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Jester sat with his head on the filthy table as Dr. Crane fiddled with the ‘super important’ vial of chemicals. As much as he and Eddie claimed that they were completely different, they had one thing in common. They weren’t very interesting to be around. Jonathan had told Jester they could talk in ‘one minute’, which was about fifteen minutes of silence ago. Jester glared at the old man pouring one vial into another with shaky hands.
He slammed his hand down on the table loudly, causing Dr. Crane to jump.
Jester snickered and covered his mouth with his hand while Jonathan simply rolled his eyes and put down the vials. “What?” he asked in a tired, raspy voice.
Jester smiled and finally sat up. “I need advice.”
“Isn’t that Edward’s job?” Jonathan asked, getting up to wash his hands in the lab sink.
“Well, yes. But he’s giving me bad advice!”
“Ah. So you want me to tell you what you want to hear?”
Jester shot the older man a frustrated look. “Eddie is forbidding me from talking to Red Hood. Honestly, I think it’s way uncool. It’s like he thinks I’m just gonna deliver all of our secrets on a silver platter right to Batman! And according to Red, they aren’t even that close.”
Jonathan shrugs and leans back in his desk chair. “Edward is afraid of losing what little influence in this city he has left. He’s lost his touch, you and I both know that.”
“But that’s my point. All Eddie cares about is his stupid reputation. He just HAS to be better than everyone else. When’s the last time he cared about ME?”
“He took you in, didn’t he? He’s given you his home, food and safety.”
“Eight years ago. I just… want him to pay more attention to me. Instead of his stupid toys.”
Jonathan sighed and pushed his glasses further up his crooked nose. Jester pretended like he didn’t notice him jotting down notes in his notebook under the desk. “You want him to be your father.”
Jester felt a pang in his chest. He and Eddie had known each other since he was a child. Eddie had taught him everything he knew. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Not a bad thing… just an unrealistic one. I can’t change Edward’s behavior or his… apathy towards others. However, if it’s freedom you want, perhaps it’s time to move out. You’re an adult now. Edward can’t look after you forever.”
Jester thought about Jonathan’s words while staring at the ceiling in bed that night. Being on his own again was a horrifying thought. He had no education, despite Eddie’s best efforts, no marketable skills, no money and no future planned. He’d be useless in the real world. Eddie couldn’t help him anymore… Maybe Red would have some ideas.
The next morning, Jester rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked down the stairs. Jonathan always made bacon in the mornings he visited, but the smell hadn’t reached him yet.
As soon as he reached the bottom stair, the sound of Eddie’s voice caused him to stop in his tracks.
“You’re not exactly one to talk when it comes to emotional vulnerability, Jon.”
“I’m just telling you what he told me, Edward. You’ll never admit it, but you love that boy and if you don’t tell him you’re going to end up just like you and your-”
“Don’t.”
“-and your father.”
Jester’s breathing stopped. Eddie’s dad was a forbidden topic of discussion. Any talk about Eddie’s past at all was, actually. He could hear a glass bottle slam down against a table, and Eddie’s upset voice. “You’re not his psychiatrist, Jonathan and you’re sure as hell not mine! I never signed up for having a kid! I should’ve spent the last eight years working on what really matters! Not making mac and cheese and playing Mario Kart!”
Tears filled Jester’s eyes. He’d had his suspicions about how Eddie felt about him for years, but to hear it said directly was a knife to the heart.
“And killing Batman… that’s what really matters to you? You don’t think that maybe you have a responsibility to that boy? He doesn’t remind you of you at all?”
“Fuck off, Jon. Don’t try to psychoanalyze me.” After a moment of silence, Eddie sighed. “I know I’m responsible for him. Which is why I’m so frustrated that he’s about to ruin everything I’ve worked for because he wants to fall for a vigilante that’s gonna send him to Arkham the second he screws something up. And knowing Jester, that’s inevitable.”
Jester couldn’t hold back the sob that racked through his body. His fingernails dug into the meat of his arms, and both of the voices in the kitchen silenced. Jester quickly grabbed his bag and ran for the front door. Eddie and Jonathan quickly ran into the living room, Eddie with a guilty look on his face. “Riley, stop-”
“NO!” Jester screamed through his tears. The use of his real name only made him tense up more. His fists shook, and he held his teeth together so tightly it felt like they were going to crack. “I get it. Loud and fucking clear!”
Eddie stepped closer, only for Jester to pull the pistol out of the holster on his hip. His whole body shook, and the dark makeup around his eyes began to streak with his tears. Eddie stilled while Jonathan slowly reached his hand for the toxin grenade on his belt. “Jester, it’s alright.” he muttered softly. “You can leave. No one’s gonna stop you.”
Eddie’s shoulders sank and he looked the younger boy in the eye. “I’m sorry. Please, we… we can talk.”
Jester scoffed and used his free hand to turn the doorknob. “I don’t wanna talk to you anymore. I think you should just leave me alone!” He quickly left, slamming the door behind him and running out of the Gotham suburbs and into the bustling city. Jester knew he couldn’t go back home, but being on the Gotham streets on a rainy night was always a losing battle. He did the only thing he could… he texted Red.
JES: I need help.
RH: You okay?
JES: No. I got in some trouble.
JES: Don’t tell anyone. Meet me at the docks.
RH: What kind of trouble?
RH: Anyone hurt?
JES: Just meet me there. NOW!!
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Jester shivered as the rain poured down on his smaller frame, seeping into his clothes and hair and smearing his makeup. He wished he could’ve picked a few things up from Eddie’s. His guitar, some clothes, his makeup.
The sound of boots wading through the puddles made Jester jump and turn to see Red walking towards him fast, the rain beading off of the shiny helmet. Jester sighed in relief and ran up to meet his friend, wrapping his arms around him quickly. Red held him for a moment before pulling back and holding him still. “What happened?”
Jester sniffled and blinked back his tears. “I… got in a fight with Eddie. I can’t go back. Red, I don’t have anywhere else to go I… I need help.”
Red sighed and shook his head. “Jesus Christ, Jes, you gave me a fucking heart attack. I thought you…”
Jester narrowed his eyes. “Thought I what?”
“Nevermind. I… you don’t have any other friends or family? No one who will take you in?”
“No, I only know Eddie and Jon… and you. Red, I know it’s a lot to ask but I need to stay with you tonight. I can’t go back out on the street, I can’t!” Jester said through sobs, holding onto the dark camo print of Red’s jacket for dear life.
Red stood still for a moment. “Jes… I can’t bring you back to my place.”
“What?”
“I live with… with everyone. If I brought you there… I’d be putting everyone in danger. You have to understand that you can’t know where I live.”
Jester furrowed his eyebrows and pushed Red away. “No. I don’t understand! I thought we were friends, I thought we were… I’ve let you crash at my place before without Eddie’s permission. I’ve patched up your scars and bought you food and I need your help!”
A loud ‘whoosh’ was heard behind the pair, and Jester quickly reached for his gun, only to have Red grab his hand quickly, muttering “shit” under his breath as he walked in front of Jester. “It’s fine, he didn’t hurt anyone. I can handle this.”
Jester looked over Red’s shoulder, only to freeze in place as he looked into the white eyes of Batman.
Jester kept his grip on Red’s jacket, his breathing beginning to quicken. “You called him?!”
Red’s helmet turned to look at him. “Your text was vague. I thought.. Something might have happened.”
“You thought… I hurt somebody?”
“Hood, I’m taking you off this mission. You’ve gotten too close. Go back to the cave while I handle this.” the older man’s deep voice boomed through the loud rain, causing both of the younger men to still.
A million thoughts ran in Jester’s head. ‘You’ve gotten too close’ and the word ‘mission’ played over and over as Red tried to explain himself to his mentor.
“It was a misunderstanding. He hasn’t done anything wrong. C’mon, B, he’s just a kid.”
Jester pushed Red away as everything began to catch up to him. “You… you set me up.”
Red turned to him, guilty. “We… We knew Riddler had a kid. He asked me to investigate, that’s it! I was never gonna turn you in-”
Jester began to hyperventilate, and for the second time today, he pulled out his pistol, shooting Red point blank in the chest.
And in a flash, Batman was on him.
A punch to his temple knocked Jester to the ground immediately, his head ringing. He felt sick. Still, he attempted to stand up and land a punch, only for it to be caught in the Bat’s gauntlet. His hands were quickly held behind his back, and he was forced to his knees. Red and blue lights flashed as the cars approached, though he couldn’t hear the sirens through the pain in his head. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Red Hood standing up, pulling the bullet from his chest plate as he ran towards Jester.
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Hey there! I have a friend who wants to write a character with OCD, but I'm worried that she might not have a fully accurate image of what it is. I don't really know many people with OCD, but if you could could you give some tips to pass on to her? Sorry if this is weird, and you don't have to answer this if you don't want to. I just thought it would be better to get information from someone who is affected by OCD than skim an article about it. Thanks again (p.s. I really love your comics!!)
This is going to go under a cut cause i wrote more than I really intended. It's very long. I put a video clip of a character who I think is a good representation in media at the end if you decide you dont want to read all of that and just skip down there.
The thing is that OCD varies a lot from person to person. My experiences arent gonna look the same as someone else's who also has it. Some people have very visible symptoms, some people have things that are still obviously ocd symptoms but would only be recognized by someone who knew what to look for, some people only have mental symptoms - you wouldnt be able to tell unless you were a mind reader. And just like any other disorder it has a range of severity.
Also not everyone's triggered by the same things. I know you said you'd rather hear from a person than an article, but I think she should look at articles that detail what typical obsessions are (Though she should go in knowing these thoughts are beyond people's control. They're sometimes extremely upsetting, and theyre of course upsetting to the person who has them. They may be very hard to read if you arent well-versed in this stuff.) In fiction I usually see perfection and contamination, but there are wayyyy more than that. Some triggers come and go even. One day I can be completely fine about something and encountering it a different day it might take me 3 months to stop spiraling about it.
An important thing that IS spread across everyone who has it is that giving into compulsions makes things worse. They are a feeling of momentary relief that can fade incredibly quickly, which is what leads people to do them over and over and over again much to the detriment of the person doing it.
There is not a lot of rhyme or reason to it. And it cannot be logic-ed with. You could be the smartest, most level headed, logical person in the world, but you cannot logic your way out of obsessive thoughts. (This usually creates an obsessive thought spiral even, which is bad and can be dangerous...)
Adding onto that, she should think hard about whether the character would know they have OCD or not. The public perception of OCD is not great. Most people dont understand what it looks like, including people who have it. And the people who do have it often feel like they cannot talk about it. (I was encouraged by a psychiatrist to never! talk about the intrusive thoughts I have to ANYONE. She sucked, but it shows the attitude that surrounds the disorder.) And whether they know or not will make a big difference in how they view themself and their mental health. Personally when I did not know I had it I was doing a lot worse mentally. A lot. Frankly it very nearly drove me to suicide. And then I found out what it was, and it helped. It didnt magically make things disappear of course, but it helped.
She also might be tempted to make the characters symptoms manifest in ways that are comedic or silly. I am not bothered by this necessarily, I think a lot of the things I do are silly and would be perceived as funny by an outsider. But if she is going to do this I ask that she makes sure she shows how frustrating and embarrassing it is for the character. If you want an example, there is a character in the show Scrubs with OCD. (Side note, Scrubs is rated TV-14 so turn back now if youre too young but)
His name is Dr Kevin Casey, though you could probably just find his scenes from looking up Scrubs OCD. He is played off as a jovial man whose disorder makes him quirky, but he is given a scene in which you can really see the toll it takes on him. One line he says "Nobody's supposed to see this" hits especially hard.
So if that was too long and you didnt read most of it the number one important thing I'd personally ask is however inconvenient this characters OCD is going to be to everyone else Id like her to make sure she shows that its a million times more inconvenient to the person who has it.
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Hi, I know not many follow me. But for the ones who do hear this message. (If you're not but you're curious, then you can too. :) )
So, I have been meaning to make content and put myself out there as an artist. However, I was having too many bumps in the road.. I have recently seeked out psychiatrist to get some answers. I have been dealing with a lot of things in my mental space that's been interfering with my daily life, and for the past 5 years it was extremely bad. And it started to affect my drawings too, in the recent 5 years.
However, I just recently got out of that really bad time I was in. I'm currently in therapy for a numerous amount of issues.
But, I'm not letting this stop me. In the future of this year or next, I will see if I can start making content again on all the things I like. Whenever I feel well enough, I'll start testing the waters and see if I can have an easier time drawing and posting content again. And if I can, well...
Let's just say look out for another Welcome Home AU to come out! I'm currently brainstorming and writing. That's what I'm able to do right now. I was also thinking about if I wanted to draw this Au in a very different kind of animeish looking style, or to draw it in the muppet style but still have my own twist to it. And I've decided to do the second option!
I have updated this drawing, and I love it even more. It really speaks on what kind of character Dream is. Now, not only does she look mysterious, but fierce too! She looks so much better with the muppet eyes. Don't let the eyeliner confuse you!! (I decided to put hastags so more people enjoy this new updated version of this drawing!) Also... if you see a repost of this drawing again. Expect a paid personal voice claim reveal. :)
(I will be making a lot of changes of what I was originally gonna do with this AU. And don't worry, I will be making it abundantly clear that my works are an Au and nothing official & canon!!) One last thing, if you repost this. Do not skip out on crediting me!!! Okay okay, now good day everyone! I'm recovering finally.
Enjoy, this is my character Dream Wonderland! ♡☆
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SALVATION (series)
(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)
pairing: colin zabel x reader
words: 3047
A/N: i told myself i was gonna make the chapters shorter but its still somehow 3k🥲, anyway i hope its not boring. lmk what u think bc feedback is always appreciated. also, im still working on the requests, im having a bit of trouble atm with writing the smut but it’ll be alright. Should mosy likely be posted this week.
summary: after some drama at home, a detective saves your life. Later, an invitation is in your mail.
warnings: swearing, hallucinations
part 2: the invitation
“I’m home!” You yelled as you placed your bag next to the counter and you walked to the kitchen with your car keys where Zoe stood. She looked up from her phone and she smiled when she saw you. She waited for you to give her the car keys so she could drive herself to her internship.
“Did everything go alright?” she asked and you nodded as you leaned against the counter.
“Yeah, I got a new psychiatrist. His name is Rudy Vincent.” Zoe had a smug look on her face when she heard it was a male, and before you could protest, she already spoke.
“Is he cute?”
“He’s too old for you.” you retorted.
“I wasn't talking for me, I was talking for you.”
You gave her a knowing look and you raised your eyebrow at her, making her raise her hands up in defense.
“You’ve been single since what? The stone age?”
You huffed at that and crossed your arms. “Come on now, I’m 23. I’m not that old.”
Zoe rolled her eyes in a playful manner with a scoff. “Can’t believe that I, as a 17 year old, have more sexual experience than you, my 23 year old sister.”
“Zoe, that’s not… I don’t want to talk about this right now. I have 99 problems to think about and sex isn't one of them.” She chuckled, and this time you were the one who rolled your eyes.
“What about you? Seeing anyone interesting? A certain blonde maybe?”
She turned red and looked away and you gave her a smirk. You remembered a blonde boy that came by now and then and then Zoe would go with him. You never asked about it since you were always busy with something in the house, but now you were curious. “I thought he was the mailman first until I saw the letters KLG on his shirt. He’s a frat boy?” You scanned Zoe’s face and you couldn't help but laugh when you saw her biting her lip. “You like him.”
Zoe looked everywhere but your eyes, and you immediately knew the answer. Lately you had noticed that she was much more glowy. It was visible in her face but it was also noticeable in the way she acted. She was much more on her phone lately and she kept smiling behind her screen.
“And I think his school is close to your internship so that means you’ll get to see him even more.” You winked at her and she bit her lip while looking at her feet. “How do you even know him?”
“I met him at a frat party where Madison dragged me to a week ago.”
“Cute, you should show me a picture sometime, I haven't seen his face yet.” you respond. “Oh, and to answer your first question, Vincent seems nice but I’d like to just keep him as my psychiatrist. I have no interest in dating at the moment. For now I have my hands full with two teenagers,” you froze, your face turning into irritation. “Speaking of which, where is Violet?”
“She's upstairs, but Y/n… maybe it’s not the best idea if you-” but before she could finish her sentence, you had already moved to the stairs. You spun around to face Zoe one more time and she caught your car keys before you walked upstairs.
In the hallway you walked to the door on the right with a board that said “Do not disturb”, but you opened the door anyway and immediately stepped into a t- shirt on the ground.
When you looked up, you saw Violet with headphones next to the window with her head resting on her palms, and a cigarette between her fingers.
“Violet!” you tried but the music in her headphones were too loud for her to hear you. So you walked inside and stood next to her with your arms crossed and your eyebrow raised.
“Violet!” This time she looked up a you and placed the headphones around her neck. “What.”
“Don’t give me ‘what’” you sighed. “I got a call from school. You’ve been skipping classes, seriously Violet?”
“Skipping one class isn't gonna hurt me, Y/n.”
“This isn’t just one class, it’s four days. You’ve been skipping school for 4 days. Where the hell have you been? How do you even get cigarettes?” you eyed it in her hands with disgust.
She rolled her eyes and looked back outside. “You’re not my mother, I don't have to tell you,”
“No that's right, but as long as Cordelia is in France, you’re my responsibility. And as long as you're my responsibility you do as I say.” You closed your eyes while sighing and you rubbed your temples. “All I ask from you is to just go to school and not smoke in the house.”
She didn't seem fazed, and as a means to annoy you even more, she brought the cigarette back between her lips and made eye contact. That’s when you plucked it out of her mouth and threw it out of the window, and you could hear her protest as she watched it fall into the grass.
“You’re such a bitch.” she snarled and you rolled your eyes. “No smoking in the house, you're free to do whatever you want as long as you obey those rules.”
“Whatever.”
You sighed again, and you turned around to leave the room. You stopped however when you heard her mumble something.
“You're not even my real sister.” it was as quiet as a whisper but to you it was like a gunshot next to your ear. You slowly turned around and scanned her for any sort of hesitation on her face. All you could read was irritation that you threw her cigarette out of the window. You tried not to show her how hurt you were by her words, but your jaw clenched and your eyebrows were knitted together.
“You know what, I cannot deal with this right now, I’m gonna clear my head,” you sighed and turned around to leave the room. “We’ll talk about it later when I get back.”
When you walked downstairs, Zoe was still in the kitchen and she looked up at you once you walked over to her. You leaned against the counter.
“What am I gonna do with her.” you groaned and you covered your face with your hands. You had always been patient with Violet, especially since you saw so much of your younger self in her, but lately with everything going on, you felt like you were failing as a sister. Sisters were supposed to support each other and have fun with each other. They aren't supposed to disagree with everything and fight about everything. You hated that you kept acting like her mother, but in cases of skipping school, you had to.
You felt a hand on your shoulder and you slowly looked up to see Zoe look at you with an understanding smile. “You're doing great, Y/n. Don't beat yourself up. She'll come around, I know she will.”
“Yeah,” you whispered and you looked outside into the garden. “I think I’m gonna go for some fresh air, maybe get some coffee. I need to clear my head.”
“Alright, I’m going to my internship,” she walked to the door but paused. “You’ve got mail by the way.” She pointed at the stack of posts on the table. “I’ll check them later.” You said and you walked over to the coatrack.
After you sat down at a table with coffee in your hands you couldn't stop thinking about what Violet said. It was like a knife to your chest, and you hated that you and her didn't have a bond as tight as it was before. Yes, you weren't her sister biologically, but you didn't care that you weren't blood related to the Goode family. Violet was still legally your sister whether she liked it or not.
And although you knew it was probably just her moody teenage self, it still hurt.
You loved her unconditionally and part of you felt like that love wasn't fully returned.
You bit the inside of your cheek and before you knew it, thoughts consumed you. Most of them were about you and violet. You didn't even realize that half an hour had passed.
That’s when you looked up, and came face to face with your worst nightmare.
Kai Anderson.
It was so sudden that your smile immediately disappeared. It felt like the air got sucked from your lungs, and your mind stopped working. As if the wheels in your head stopped spinning, and the world around you froze.
He was casually standing on the other side of the crosswalk with his hands in his pockets, a neutral expression on his face and his lips in a thin line. When you made eye contact, his lips curled upwards in somewhat of a mocking smile and you analyzed him cautiously. His blue hair was shoulder length as always, he wore a black jacket and black trousers, and he had a dark blue beanie on his head.
Even from a distance he looked menacing.
Your eyes narrowed at him, and your knuckles turned white as you squeezed your coffee cup. It was a wonder that you didn’t squish it, but luckily it didn’t since the coat you were wearing was Zoe’s. She’d kill you if you stained it since it was one of her favorites. One time when you stole her scarf for a day and stained it with cola, she didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day. Which is funny since she wasn't the most fond of fashion.
After a few seconds of recollection, your grip loosened on the cup and your mouth that hung slightly open, closed. You remembered what Vincent said.
“If you see him again, I want you to try and convince yourself that he isn’t real.”
So you closed your eyes, and let out a deep sigh while repeating the same sentence over and over again.
you are not real, you are not real, you are not real.
You were sure that if bystanders were to see you chant this, they would absolutely think you were batshit crazy, but you didn't care. They already thought you were. All you wanted was for this fucker to go away and rot in hell, not in your dreams or in your daily life. And if making yourself look like a fool was the solution to get him away, you would gladly do it.
After minutes passed, you sucked in one deep breath, and when you opened your eyes part of you expected for him to be gone.
Yet again, you were met with the same terrifying eyes of Kai.
Fear began to creep back in, and your muscles that loosened a while ago now tensed again. Why wasn’t he going away? Why was he still standing there like time hadn’t passed? How did he look so real?
Your eyes blinked rapidly, like there was something in your eye that wouldn’t go away. But no matter what you did, he just didn’t go away. He was like a fly in the room at night who kept zooming in your ear. Like, no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to swat it away, it just keeps zooming like a nuclear alarm. It was the most infuriating thing ever.
Suddenly you had the urge to kick him as hard as possible. You downed the last remaining bits of coffee down your throat, clenched your jaws shut together and your clammy hands turned into fists. Suddenly all the fear and confusion started to morph into anger.
It morphed into pure rage.
He had taken control over your life for 7 years.
He wasn't gonna take more.
So you did something that might be the smartest or dumbest thing you had ever done.
You stood up, threw 5 dollars out of your purse on the table for your coffee, and you started making your way to the other side of the crossroad. People around you didn’t notice the way you marched in one line straight to Kai, except for the people you pushed away. They glared.
But you didn't give a flying fuck. For years you had made yourself a victim, trying to ignore your problems until they eventually went away, only to recur again. But right now, you wanted to face your problem, in the hopes of finally overcoming your fear. In the hopes of finally being able to breathe without feeling paranoid. You finally decided to not cower or run away.
You almost reached the pedestrian cross, when you suddenly got pulled out of your thoughts as someone roughly pulled your coat, making you let out a yelp. Your body got tugged backwards just as a car screeched down the road, and you nearly tripped as your heel got stuck in front of the trottoir. Your eyes went wide as the car honked, and if it weren't for two hands holding you steady, you would've fallen down due to the momentum.
“It’s a pedestrian crossing, are you blind?!” A man shouted. He held your arms firmly, afraid that you’d fall if he didn't and his voice was filled with worry. “I got you.” His voice was gentle and you stared at his chest in shock. You didn't realize that your inner monologue made you not watch your surroundings. It almost got you run over. A few people who were now crossing the road, looked up at the two of you and you couldn't feel more embarrassed.
His eyes were still focused on the car that moved around the corner. Your eyes were still wide and your heart was rapidly beating as adrenaline flooded through your body. Your arms were clutched to your chest and your mouth hung slightly agape. You looked like a lost child who just lost their parents.
“Hey, are you okay?” You snapped back into reality and your head tilted to look at the man who saved your life. “Yeah.” You managed to get out in a voice crack and you gulped harshly. He gave you a soft smile and let go of your arms carefully. His hands went into his pockets and you scanned his face. He had dimples, dark brown eyes and dark brown hair.
“You saved my life, thank you.”
“It’s nothing. That asshole should’ve seen that it was a pedestrian crossing. There are children walking around here.” He looked at two kids eating ice cream a few meters away from you before looking back at me again.
“Are you okay, truly? Cause that must've been quite the scare. I hope I didn't grab your arm too harshly.”
“Yeah I’m fine, really. Thank you again for pulling me back. I owe you.”
There was a short silence and you both exchanged shy glances. You had never seen this man before, but he had somewhat of a familiar face. You swore you had seen him somewhere before but you couldn't quite place it from where you had seen him. It was probably just one of those faces that looked similar.
After you got out of your trance, you looked at the spot where Kai stood, and now he was nowhere to be seen.
“Fuck,” you said as you stared at the empty spot, and the man raised his eyebrows.
“I’m sorry, I just…” you began and the man looked at the spot where you were previously staring at. “Never mind.”
You looked back at him and after a short glance, he raised his hand for you to shake. “I’m Colin by the way.”
His hands were big compared to yours. “Y/n.”
His smile faded and his eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re the girl from the Anderson case,” he could faintly remember your features from the girl in the court video. You looked identical, only older.
You slowly nodded while kissing the back of your teeth and he immediately shook his head. “I’m sorry, you must be tired from hearing that all the time, I’m new to the area here for work.”
That’s when the wheels for you began to click. “Wait, you’re that one detective guy, the one who solved that one cold case and the one who solved that one case in Pennsylvania.”
“Yup.” he placed emphasis on the p and you smiled. Funny how you two both recognized each other.
“That’s really impressive, are you here for the recent killings?”
“Yeah, I was on my way to the station actually, you?”
“I was uhmm… just about to head home, I’m sorry for holding you up,” you referred to his previous answer. “Thanks for saving me, again I’m really grateful.”
“It’s alright.” He said and as you looked up at him, he was contemplating whether or not to continue the conversation, but before he could speak, you had already walked away.
He cursed himself for not talking to you more because he really felt something when he touched you. He knew it was silly, but as he watched you walk away, he felt kind of… drawn to you.
When you got home you had placed yourself on the couch with your mail at hand. Most of it wasn't that special. Bills, insurance, advertisements… You scanned through it all, until one envelope caught your attention.
It was sealed with red marking and on the center of the envelope was your name written in elegant calligraphy.
You carefully opened the envelope to not damage the paper, and when it opened, a card slid out of it. The paper felt thick and expensive, and when you read the words, you knitted your eyebrows together.
Dear Miss Goode, it has been a while since we last spoke. I hope you’re doing well in these times of despair, and I hope to get our status up as acquaintances after all these years. Thereby I am most delighted to invite you to the opening of the Hotel Cortez. Saturday at 8pm. You can bring a plus one if you’d like. It would be delightful if you were to attend.
JPM
#evan peters#evan peters smut#evan peters x reader#evan peters x you#kai anderson smut#kai anderson x reader#kai anderson x y/n#kai anderson x you#kit walker#kit walker x reader#kit walker x y/n#colin zabel#colin zabel smut#colin zabel x reader#colin zabel x you#james march smut#james patrick march#kyle spencer#kyle spencer x reader#tate langdon#tate langdon smut#tate langdon x y/n#tate langdon x reader#tate langdon x you#james march x reader#jimmy darling#jimmy darling x reader#james march
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Rogue realizes he has a crush on one of his henchmen. Just walks around to think what to do when he hears Y/N conversation with her friend.
"I am not taking dating advice from Ms. 'I have a huge crush on my boss for half of year and didn't do anything with it'"
"I have a plan! I'm just gonna keep my feelings to myself until I die."
"... You can't blame me for not listening to you."
Riddler, Scarecrow, MH, TF, BM
HELL YES. Anyone else imagining them walking by and overhearing this and being like '...wait what now?' And backtracking? I can't unsee 😂
He wanted to grab you and shake you. If you could stop plaguing his mind that would be great! Yet you didn't know. You hadn't a clue. When he headed down the hall to busy himself and try to somewhat forget that you were in the building, they overheard talking and what was said made him stop in his tracks.
The Riddler: Oh hell. You're joking right? I mean, anyone with a brain would have good sense to fall for Edward Nygma. The top specimen of humanity. But you're attracted to him at the same time he's attracted to you!? Is that why you were so jumpy a while back? He hears your plan but...if you think he isn't going to extravagantly inform you that he knows then you're wrong. You'd think the guy would just come out at say it since he's so bold. Nope. He wants to dangle it in front of your face and make you figure it out for yourself that he knows.
Scarecrow: Well in that case, he's absolutely fine with these feelings he has. If you feel the same then it can't be a bad feeling, right? He doesn't really know how to navigate this feeling but if you feel it too then perhaps he doesn't have to purge it somehow from his very being. He thought about you way too much and ignoring your existence just wasn't an option. He'd never give even a hint that he overheard anything. He walks away, more content with his situation than he was before.
Mad Hatter: He scurries off before anyone can notice him. When he was far enough away, he slammed the doors shut behind him. His eyes shifted from being wide with shock to twinkling with happiness. He giggled to himself as he slid down the door. Bringing his hands to his mouth briefly before revealing his grin. His heart pounded in his chest. "My special little rabbit...loves me." His tone held nothing but adoration. "I love you too, little rabbit." He mumbled to himself.
Two-Face: His brain stops working for a second in utter disbelief. How is that possible? You must be nuts. Wait six months!? What do you mean keep them to yourself until you die!? Surely you should tell someone!? Like a psychiatrist! The thought comes to mind about telling him and he can't help but feel like you're the forbidden fruit. That he knows better. So he won't say anything but he will be haunted by the 'what if'.
Black Mask: You're too far away to hear him chuckle lowly behind the door. But he very much enjoys this new information. He's coming up with ways to get you closer to him without any suspicion. He will be a little more flirtatious towards now. Expect lingering touches that aren't necessary but no one dares question it. Not even you, if you catch on.
#batman#batman villains#batman scenarios#request#the riddler#scarecrow#two face#black mask#mad hatter#edward nygma#jonathan crane#harvey dent#roman sionis#jervis tetch
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I felt like doing a little shoutout to a fanmade Friday the 13th film (dir. Jason West, 2021) Also warning, there are going to be spoilers below!
The movie is available on YT for free by the way, always give some love to indie artists!
Now, I'm gonna get it out of the gate, I don't personally find it the best among all the fanmade FT13 stuff; most of my complaints are about general, technical stuff though.
But damn, they did what most movies don't want to explore (or they don't feel like exploring), and that's Jason's mental state/ mind. I feel like there's some great potential in showing what may possibly be going on with someone who's silent at all times- something that I don't recollect many FT13 media doing (unless you count fans' interpretations, theories and headcannons based on how Jason behaves, along with the Jason vs Leatherface comic that dug into him as a person more), but what would add to him as a villain and a character overall.
In the movie, Jason was struggling with auditory hallucinations (or you can interpret that as his mom actually talking to him from the grave, though I'm personally not all for supernatural stuff) of Pamela's voice screaming at him to kill people. "Punish them for what they did to me, to us" she said multiple times. And damn, did that make my heart ache.
He genuinely struggled with hearing that, seemingly writhing in pain and hitting himself while distressed, shaking his head.
Also, in the scene below, him looking at the picture of his mom was, in my opinion, like trying to remind himself that there's no chance it could actually be her; or maybe wondering if a person who was so sweet and loving to him, who holds her child dearly in the photograph, could really be saying all those viscious things.
I watched all those scenes and I wondered "does this portrayal of Jason actually wants to do all those horrible things?" Sure, in other movies, he is not - to me- a viscious serial killer either. He doesn't go to other towns to kill, pretty much all of his kills are quick, unless the victims struggle. There's no sick enjoyment there to me with killing itself, compared to some other villains. But this one?
He tries to make those voices stop. He can't, obviously he can't- there are no psychiatrists and therapists, there is no one to help him deal with all of this. No one will, considering he already has killed a bunch of people.
Maybe he's aware of it too- he knows his future doesn't exists, because there was just a victim after victim, but he couldn't stop, so he is metaphorically tied to that old camphouse he lives in, since he knows he's not wanted anywhere else- that was what he was taught his entire life.
He can't just stop listening to what the voice of Pamela tells him to do- there is an altar for her in the movie as well, many objects he managed to collect, pictures and newspaper cutouts, portraying the only person who loved him unconditionally- he can't stop listening to someone like that.
And he wants them to stop telling him all those atrocities, because maybe despite his mom screaming "they deserve it" inside his head, they actually didn't- but also, it's the voice of the only person who cared. If the voice stops, it may hit him a little too hard that she really is dead, and she's never coming back.
So he listens.
#His Name Was Jason#friday the 13th jason#friday the 13th#friday the 13th fanmade film#friday the thirteenth#friday the 13th part 2#coz it is kind of a remake of that#jason voorhees#slasher jason#slasher#slashers#horror#horror movie#movie rant#friday the 13th movie#friday the 13th brainrot#slasher movie#potato sack Jason will always have my heart#so they get a point for that one#gonna say this design is one of my favs#saying “here comes the BOY” to myself every time I see him at this point#special interest#many writers love to forget about his mommy issues#and that there's more to him that just “slashing n' hacking people up”#this may be a messy post#but I had to get it out of my system lol
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(Respectfully) *slams hand on table* Arkham 🎃 and 🪑 with literally anything
I WANT TO SEE THE SPOOKY MAN FLUSTERED
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arkham!scarecrow x gn!reader/sitting in their lap
i'm gonna run out of chairs at this rate fellas lmao
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Crane sat back in the tattered chair behind the desk in his makeshift office. Conducting his business, free from the judgement of the guards and other prisoners, offering a deeper counselling service than the state employed psychiatrists could. You had seen him every day for two weeks, and he’d needled his way into your mind, learning everything about you, your strengths, your weaknesses, what he could and couldn’t exploit. And you knew he was doing it. You knew his offer of dedicated therapy was an excuse to learn the worst and best of his fellow inmates, which ones he could manipulate into doing his bidding. There was one thing about you he was yet to learn though, something you had thus far, miraculously kept hidden.
You knew and you liked it. You wanted him to control you, to scare you. You wanted him to have you.
“Do we have an appointment?”
“There’s no one else in here, I thought it might be ok. I need to talk about something, and I don’t think it can wait.”
“My time is valuable. Yours is not. You will wait until I call for you.”
You came further into the room regardless, breath hitching slightly, but desperation taking over and controlling the new found bravery you utilised as you approached his desk. He let his gaze wander over you, judging, scrutinising, up the length of you, before he spoke.
“I apologise, perhaps I wasn’t explicit enough in my phrasing. Get out.”
“I insist, Dr Crane.” Leaning on the side of his desk, you placed your palm over his hand. “I think you’ll want to hear this.”
He pulled his hand out from under yours, gripping at your wrist as you reached out to him. But there was no stopping you now, and you slipped from the desk to his lap in a quick motion, too swift for him to stand up or hold you back.
“This is highly ill-advised. You’re aware of who I am. You know my reputation.”
“Absolutely.”
“And you have no concern for your own safety? Do you ever think that maybe you should exercise a modicum of self-preservation?”
You leant into him, whispering the words breathily, lips grazing against his as you formed the words.
“Make me, then.”
He blushed, as much as you could make it out on his pallid face. With a swift movement, his hand clutched your jaw, sharp, ragged nails digging into the skin. You gasped, and he chuckled in response, feeling satisfied that he had regained the upper-hand in this little pseudo-battle. But as you ground your hips against him, he whimpered, loosening the grip enough that you could grab both of his wrists in your own hands. You held them above his head. His mouth was open lightly, in genuine awe, lips quivering but no words forming. You had him speechless.
“So, Doctor, do you think I could lead the session this week?”
“I…I feel that might be appropriate in this instance, yes.”
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Chapter 12
Title: Those Evil Ways
Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)
Genre: supernatural au, slow-burn, medical, fluff, angst, smut, war
Word count: ~9 930
Characters: (Demons!BTS) Namjoon/Corson, Jin/Agares, Yoongi/Baal, Hoseok/Alastor, Jimin/Aamon, Jungkook/Mammon, Taehyung/Gaap, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)
Warnings: description of Y/N's phobia - thanatophobia (fear of dying), mentions of visits to a psychiatrist (in a good way, nothing toxic or terrible), lots of angst, mental breakdown, lots of comforting moments/fluff of some sort, triggering, age regression (NOT IN A SEXUAL WAY, just as a means of coping with stress), Jungkook is being sweet and caring, Hoseok makes some progress – if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️
Summary: Y/N is a third-year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.
Author’s notes: TAGLIST OPEN.
The new chapter is here and I'm so excited about what's to come! Because of midterm test and other things I had to do I couldn't find the energy and time to finish the chapter for a while now... I know this one might be a bit too gloomy, dark and sad but good things are on the way :3
Please, enjoy! <3
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A few weeks later the situation had gotten even worse. The Kings had decided it was best for them to return to their lands and reflect on what each one did, while Jin and Yoongi stayed behind in the capital in one of the residences so they can continue working on the battle plans with Taehyung.
What happened to Y/N you ask?
That… was a touchy subject for each of the seven men. At first, the three of them who got into a fight initially were ready to rip Hoseok apart but in the end, managed to keep their anger at bay. A new issue had risen and required to be dealt with with caution.
“Wake up, Y/N, please” Yoongi was repeating this sentence over and over again but she remained unconscious in his hands. He felt empty and weak. Looking up he searched for Jin’s eyes and when their gazes met the Master was stunned. He saw so much pain in the face of his closest man.
“Let’s take her to the mansion.” Agares said to Baal but hearing that King Mammon stood up.
With a stern expression, he shook his head. “Not gonna happen. I’m taking Y/N to the North.”
“Really?” Yoongi snapped at him. “After everything you’ve done…”
“What I’ve done? You and Agares are the main reason for this shit and all that Y/N’s been through” the usual calm self of the King disappeared again. Rage was still coursing through his veins, making Jungkook’s blood boil.
“Enough of that” Noir who was quiet until now intervened. All of that was completely pointless and if the feud would continue at this point, in their state of mind it would lead to nowhere. “I’m making the decisions now because apparently, none of you are capable from what I’m seeing.” The disappointment was noticeable in Namjoon’s voice.
He walked over to the table and lifted one of the fallen chairs and sat on it with his legs crossed. “I see now why we were so drawn to her, some more, some less but that doesn’t matter now. The causes for this girl’s presence don’t matter anymore too, it’s a fact - Y/N’s here with us and we all know what kind of being she is.”
Hoseok’s jaw tightened while listening to their Leader. The feeling of betrayal was still so strong and it was clouding the demon’s mind. “What’s the point of those words?” He hissed, leaning with spread arms over the table.
“My point - she’d been thrown into this mess without her consent and knowledge of the whole situation.” While saying this Corson’s eyes moved to Jin and Yoongi who were standing side by side. They visibly retreated into themselves but maintained eye contact with the King. “If Agares had let go of his grudges like I did decades ago and came to talk it out, Y/N might still be alive and well with her friends back in the human world - blissfully oblivious to all this here, without any schemes or intrigues.”
“She’s alive” Jungkook stated flatly but King Noir shot him a warning glare.
“We might be demons and according to the humans that’s the synonym of “evil” but I believe we’re more than that.” Namjoon got quiet looking around the room at the other six men. At that moment Taehyung who was awfully quiet spoke up.
“It’s not my place to rub salt in the wound but this affair has gone too out of hand. I have spent enough time with Y/N to know that she was innocent and pretty much unaware of all of this. At first, I was opposed to being involved but from what I know now there wasn’t even a slight chance of me not getting in the middle of it somehow. Mind you it was my choice in the end so I’m not blaming anyone.” The General somehow felt responsible for the young woman too. “We are intelligent creatures, that’s why each one of us has such a high position in this society.” He got closer to King Alastor and placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. “The first time a crisis occurred I don’t think we gave our best to avert it and we just let resentment and fury take over which was not right. That’s the main reason why we’re here now at each other's throats. This is not right…” Gaap closed his eyes in frustration. The demon wanted all this to be finally over. “We were what the humans call “friends” and now everything has crumbled to the ground and I’m still hoping there’s some way to fix it.”
“Tch…” Hoseok snorted “friends? Friends don’t choose a-” but at that second Jimin’s open hand shot up in a warning for him to stop. “Whatever.” The King of the East then said, thrown off.
“So I was saying that if we let go of our rage maybe could come together once more. Maybe Y/N is the key to make this possible.”
Agares smiled mockingly in the General’s direction. “You really think we can do that? Don’t make me laugh.”
“I’m not” Gaap replied with a serious face. “A war is approaching, a half-dead girl is laying on the ground and we’re further apart than ever before. This is not a joke or a way to mock any of you…”
“Taehyung is right,” Namjoon said backing him up. “I think it’s best for all of us to return to our regions and reflect. Think about what happened and once you reach a decision on what you want to do next return to the capital, then send a letter to the other six. Once everyone has reached a final decision we will gather here in the palace to discuss what would be the best course of action.” Then the King of the West laced his fingers together waiting for the others to say what they think about his offer. Slowly the demons nodded one by one without a word. “If someone wants to say something, anything, now it’s the time.”
“What about Y/N?” King Mammon asked with a pleading look, hoping for Noir to take the hint. The other man stared at the unconscious girl and then turned to Jungkook.
“Get her to the North. It’s dangerous for her to stay here since apparently someone is after her.”
The moment Baal opened his mouth to express his displeasure with this decision Namjoon shook his head. “It’s final. Doordale is too open. She’s helpless and given the fact that we will be far away, it’s better if Jungkook takes care of her for now. He is the best with making someone disappear and the guards there are top-notch.”
“Thank you Noir” Jungkook flashed him a smile but then felt the air getting thicker. Afraid to cause another misunderstanding he turned to Baal and Agares. “Hey! I didn’t mean to gloat don’t get me wrong. If she wakes up you will be the first to know. It’s not my intention to keep Y/N away from either of you.”
Yoongi visibly relaxed while Jin remained on edge. “You better.” The taller demon seethed through clenched teeth. “If something happens to her your head will roll, mark my words.”
“Come on, let’s get back.” Baal urged the Master to the door.
The other demons began shifting slowly and getting ready to leave. Jungkook approached Y/N who was still out of it, breathing ever so slightly. Her face was pale and the lips - dry. “I will take care of you” the demon whispered and pushed his hands under the young woman’s body, lifting her up with ease. Jimin then stepped in front of him, preventing Mammon from leaving.
“Wanna go some of the way together - to the Big Crossroad?”
The tattooed demon just nodded curtly.
…
The carriages were going together with guards riding at the front and at the back, but the two Kings were together in Mammon’s carriage.
There was still some time until they reached the place where they would go their separate ways. Both men were quiet with Y/N sleeping in Jungkook’s arms. He was mindlessly stroking the girl’s hair.
“I never meant for this to blow so out of proportion,” Aamon said quietly, never taking his eyes off the other two. You could say that he almost regretted his actions…
“Me neither. To be honest, I’ve had so many dreams of the seven of us fixing our problems and coming together as brothers but I’m too engrossed in doing my own things and enjoying celebration after celebration. The Ministers never stopped sending women and gifts… I’m too greedy.” The tattooed demon smiled bitterly. The irony - calling himself greedy.
“We’re bearers of great sins, we are born from that. I’m not going to sit here and wine about the things I’ve done” those words made Jungkook uncomfortable. It sounded like his companion didn’t want to change a thing. “Look, don’t get me wrong, I know I’ve fucked things up just as much as any of us did but you know what they say - there’s no use crying over spilled milk.”
Jimin’s eyes landed on Y/N’s pale face. “We are Kings and must only look forward. I will go back to the South and figure a way how to work things out with Hoseok.”
“What about Agares and Baal?”
“Baal will come around and as for Agares…” he sighed heavily. “He’s bottled too much hate and is still living in the past. It will take time.”
The other demon laughed lightly. It was funny how much faith Jimin had in the rest. Maybe this was not all bad though… Maybe he should do the same?
“What about her?” the silver-haired man asked softly, his demeanor and facial expression changing instantly. His biggest fear was that Y/N would choose someone else but not him which was very likely given what had happened up until this point. The young woman was nothing like them - a Spark and a demon with human behavioral patterns, so peculiar. At times she seemed incredibly confused and lost around the seven men. “It was entertaining how Y/N was struggling with herself when we were coming strong onto her.”
“Most humans are monogamous.” King Mammon stated matter-of-factly, with no emotion.
“I know, I know but her two selves were constantly fighting. Y/N’s strong since she managed to keep those primal instincts at bay.” Jimin was musing mostly to himself.
The taller demon had so many things he wanted to tell the man sitting in front of him but said only one wishful sentence. “I hope she decides to stay and stick with us.”
“Meaning?” Jimin lifted a brow not understanding where this was going.
“The Spark. It’s dangerous for her, while if Y/N chooses her demonic side… can you…” Mammon got excited and his eyes became glossy and shiny. He tightened his arms around the girl, then continued speaking in this overly excited manner. “Can you imagine how strong she would be? You saw the markings - the power of speech, this hasn’t happened in centuries.”
The maniacal look on the black-haired demon’s face worried King Aamon. “Jungkook…” he leaned forward placing a hand on Mammon’s knee. “It’s up to her. You have to ensure Y/N is safe and taken care of for now. When she comes to it will be entirely up to her. Don’t do this because it will push her away and force an unpleasant outcome.”
“My King, we are at the Big Crossroad.” The Coachman informed Jimin while tapping on the roof of the carriage. Aamon nodded and straightened up.
“Very well. I will be out in a minute.” With that, he focused on his companion once more. “Please don’t coerce or pressure her if she wakes up.”
“She will. No “if”s.” Jungkook snapped back.
The other man smiled. “You have my complete trust and I’m glad that Corson entrusted Y/N to you.”
The King of the North rolled his eyes playfully. “Don’t fuck with me. I know how much you want to be in my place.”
They said their goodbyes and Aamon reached for the door handle but then turned back. A longing look took over his doll-like features. In a swift motion, then he bent over and placed a gentle hand on the girl’s cheek then planted a kiss on her forehead. It felt like the time had stopped. Jimin remained like this for a few seconds basking in the feeling while Jungkook sat completely still. “We will see each other soon princess.”
After that, he left and Mammon continued on his way with the young woman pressed to his chest.
…
“Mom?” Y/N woke up when the door opened.
“Hey, baby.” The woman looked anxious. It was a rare sight to see.
“What’s happening? Why’re you looking at me like this?”
Turning around in the bed the girl saw a bright light coming from the windows. The decoration in the room was from her childhood days with all the stuffed toys and books spread over the floor.
“Y/N, baby, we don’t have much time. Listen to me” her mother sat on the edge of the bed and took the girl’s little hands in hers. “It’s important to stay true to yourself and not lose track of the right path. Important decisions have to be made in due time.”
Flashes of some scary dreams appeared in Y/N’s mind - seven tall figures looming over her tiny body with hands outstretched coming closer and closer. “Mommy I’m scared” she whimpered, pulling on the woman’s shirt.
“I’m right here, don’t be.” The two hugged each other tightly and stayed like that for a few minutes. “Now, do you want to hear a story?”
Y/N nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. “Once upon a time there lived a princess in a kingdom far away from here. Her parents were extremely busy and were always leaving her alone to deal with whatever problem arose. When the princess got older her mom and dad told her that she should help them with ruling the Kingdom but this required her to become a fearless warrior.” Y/N exclaimed in surprise.
“But… mom, aren’t the princesses supposed to be pretty and get married to a nice prince?”
Her mom laughed wholeheartedly and ruffled the girl’s hair. “You know your fairytales very well.” Then she got serious once again. “This princess was not like the others, her life was harder but also very rewarding. One day on the battlefield she saved a wounded man and took good care of him and since the woman was so nice to him he fell in love with her. The princess was afraid to admit she had developed feelings for him too so she left the next night.”
“But that’s sad…” Y/N sniffled.
“It is but then something unthinkable happened. One day while the girl was taking a walk around the city the same man approached her. He had traveled the world to find her and in the end, his efforts were granted with success. Then and there the young woman promised to never leave his side no matter what. It turned out that he was a magical being with great power but the princess’ parents were mad at her for choosing him. That’s why the two ran away and hid from everyone. They had a beautiful baby girl but bad people found out and came looking for them. The parents were left with no choice but to run again. In the end the best choice was to give their child to a nice woman who kindly offered shelter for the baby. The kid grew up to be sweet and caring just like her parents, even though she didn’t have any recollection of them ever existing.”
“But mom why did they leave their child if they loved it so much?”
“Because she was in danger and they would never be able to forgive themselves if something bad would happen to their daughter. In the end, her parents were separated and they never saw each other again.”
Y/N’s lower lip trembled. “That’s a sad story mommy.”
“I know love but this story is my gift for you. Once you grow up you will understand everything.”
…
The days were passing monotonously. Things stayed the same, Jungkook woke up each morning and checked the reports from the previous night. Nothing was happening, as if the Queen was dormant, waiting for something specific to occur. After that, he was spending the day staying in Y/N’s room reading a book to her or drawing her sleeping face over and over again. She was being washed and dressed every day by the two maids who were by her side the first time when she came here.
“I miss your voice so much. Don’t leave me” he whispered. “I’ve heard Monica say you will love me one day and I will wait. I will wait for your loving one day…” He pressed his forehead to the soft mattress and closed his eyes. “Please wake up Y/N.”
Mammon felt pathetic for saying those things over and over again but he couldn’t help it. Guilt was eating away at the demon for all the times he used her for his and the other’s entertainment. Jungkook was fixated on making it right by her once the girl has woken up. Each time he closed his eyes the only thing he saw were Y/N’s sad eyes, the scared look after the markings appeared, King Alastor squeezing her neck, and how she was struggling in the King’s tight grip. All this was unforgivable indeed but she was always so good and the demon hoped that somewhere in her heart Y/N will find absolution and would be ready to accept his apology.
Let me say just this - sometimes some things are too hard or even impossible to forget but the key is to be able to forgive. Sometimes letting go of old grudges and focusing on what’s to come is the best option so you don’t lose yourself in all the anger and sorrow.
Jungkook was ready to climb a mountain if that was needed to prove he meant each word.
…
Almost three weeks went by. Jin and Yoongi were occasionally seeing each other in the mansion and even then they didn’t say much. The two men had buried themselves in old tomes looking for a way to wake Y/N up.
None of them had said a thing about what transpired in the central palace. Agares was still bitter and he felt defeated. Why?
Well, that’s because Jungkook had taken Y/N away after Namjoon gave his final ruling. After the Master had returned home the same day he had let his rage run free until Yoongi came back to the residence.
“Stop this shit.” The emotionless voice made Jin stop and turn around. The room was in disarray, broken chairs and pieces of glass and porcelain were scattered everywhere. “Do you think I’m happy that she’s gone?”
“It’s all because of them four. No! Hoseok! He’s the one to blame-”
Baal’s teeth clicked in frustration. “Don’t do that. Things will continue to go downhill until you cut this shit off. Use your brain Jin!” His voice became louder than before and the Master’s eyes narrowed.
“Mind your tone and words” he warned but the shorter demon didn’t care one bit.
“You can’t intimidate me. She’s gone now and we might never see her again so forgive me if I’m not ready to deal with your childish behavior yet.”
Agares gritted his teeth angrily but instead of deepening the confrontation, he kept quiet.
“We should fix things with King Alastor and also look for a way to bring Y/N back.”
Throwing his head back, Jin began laughing crazily. The loud sound tore the air around the two and echoed for a few seconds after the demon had stopped. “Whoa, you really know how to entertain me.” His face got serious. “There is no way in Hell I would go back to this bastard and talk with him. His selfishness got us here.”
The other man shook his head. “No Jin, all of us. We got ourselves in the middle of that shitstorm and we should find a way out of it.” Turning around to the door Yoongi stopped with his hand on the handle. “Think about it and you will see this is the best course of action. We should find a way back to each other because you remember - long ago we were inseparable.”
Looking at them you might wonder how the two demons haven’t killed each other - they were the exact opposites character-wise and yet - to see or hear a fight or dispute between them was an extremely rare occurrence. The sole reason for this was only one - Yoongi was the quiet and calm part in this friendship and then there was Jin - rowdy and loud with a short temper. You know how it goes - opposites attract.
“What about Y/N then?” Agares asked hurriedly before the other man left.
“I will send a letter to Trophonius. During the time we spent there with her the Oracle took a liking to the girl and once he knows the details of the issue at hand maybe he will be kind enough to come and help us.”
It was amazing how when it came to Y/N most of the seven men were thinking as one and were trying to make her stay in the Scarlet Land as pleasant as possible. If we… could call it that.
…
King Alastor was plagued by unwelcomed memories of the past. It was an absolute hell - each time he closed his eyes the demon was seeing scenes of the previous war, the day the seven demons fell apart, ugly disfigured faces of the enemies he had fought and the one that always made Hoseok wake up covered in sweat - Y/N, pale, struggling in his iron grip, tight around her neck and the next scene was her on the ground - lifeless. Then this was followed by the other six standing at her side looking at the King with resentment for what he had done.
“She’s not dead!” He was shouting in the dream but they didn’t care one bit and just continued to look at him, unmoving and silent.
This went on for a week or so. All the alcohol couldn’t drown the uneasy feeling and bitterness.
Then the second week came. The servants were quiet and extremely careful not to trigger the King in any way. Eternal life could be too much to handle if each day passed like that - buried in heavy, burdensome thoughts and reliving the worst moments. Hoseok began thinking that it was a punishment from some god-like being for going once more against his closest people and for getting consumed by hatred that he thought to be just.
When the third week began things slowly started to settle down and after long hours of thinking back on what had happened Hoseok concluded that he had jumped to conclusions too fast. After all, even Namjoon who was calculating and incredulous decided to grant Y/N the benefit of the doubt.
“I should talk to him…” he muttered while a maid was pouring him coffee.
“Excuse me Your Highness?” she turned to him with an apologetic look. “I didn’t hear You well.”
Alastor slowly lifted his head to look at the succubus. Her eyes widened in horror and she bowed and then immediately began apologizing and begging for forgiveness. He sighed in frustration - none of them had done anything to upset him and yet each sound that reached his ears or if a movement was a bit too wide or uncoordinated the King grew frustrated and angry at the staff. “Leave me be” Alastor waved dismissively at the maid and sent her away.
By the end of the third week, the King of the East had made arrangements to visit Noir in the West. It was easy to talk to him. The other demon was a good listener, always has been and especially if the person before him was close to him somehow. Hoseok hoped that Namjoon would be ready to hear him out after what had happened not so long ago.
The West had a different atmosphere about it even though the region was part of the kingdom of Doordale. All kinds of important people had a residence there - the demons from the ministry, fauns and ghouls who were members of the royal council and so on. The region was like the Orange county of the empire - you could wander all day long looking at the architectural wonders which were their homes. There was only one reason why they were choosing to live here - to be away from prying eyes.
"Greetings my King" the men standing guard by the massive double doors saluted Hoseok when he approached with his entourage. "King Corson is expecting You." They opened the doors to let him in. As per usual the members of the staff bowed to the demon. A butler accompanied by two other guards appeared inviting Alastor to walk with them so they could take him to Namjoon.
The Royal Protocol seemed demanding to someone who was taking a first look at it but in time it was turning out to be quite easy to get accustomed to. The key to it all - perfect coordination with others.
"Welcome!" Namjoon stood up from his chair and handed the book he was reading to one of the servants. "I was surprised when the messenger boy brought me the letter. I presume you want to talk?" There was a whiff of a good-hearted jest in Noir's voice.
"Oh no, I just came for the tea" the other King laughed lightly and they clasped each other's hands tightly as a greeting.
"Good" Namjoon became serious for a second and then smiled widely, his dimples appearing immediately "because I have none."
If he had to be honest King Corson would never say he didn’t expect Alastor to come. The subjects of the kingdom knew Noir to keep away from familiarities and empty pleasantries with the higher-ups, his calculating look that he had on constantly usually managed to intimidate everyone but it was for a reason. Who would look at him and take the demon seriously if he was an airhead who cared only about small talk and pretentious meetings? Exactly - no one. This behavior was what has gotten Namjoon this far, it was the reason why he has established himself as a leader of some sorts.
“Let me be clear - I won’t pressure you into taking a side” Hoseok said while twirling one of the strings dangling from his dress shirt between his fingers. “I just want to tell you how I feel about the whole thing. I’ve been closest to you all those centuries for a reason.”
Namjoon just nodded, suppressing the urge to ask him all sorts of questions.
“I don’t like her or… let’s say I don’t trust her. I don’t know this woman and after what came to light about her identity I didn’t see a reason to even try.” The King knew the legends very well and could recite every story he had heard of the Spark.
“Why?” tilting his head to the side Noir rubbed his chin, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Well, it’s not like I have something against Y/N being a Spark or her being a demon. My problem is the combination - you know our kind very well and what we’re capable of, the atrocities.” The other man blinked once with understanding. “I’m not saying that the nation of the Spark was bad or dangerous but I get it now why they were killed off.”
“Really? Tell me” he really wanted to know why Hoseok had been so off about Y/N, apparently, it wasn’t just a pretense.
The King of the East was usually so accepting of other species and gave the people every chance to prove themselves without any bias. Of course, he had a twisted sense of humor and liked to push others to their limits but this was a different matter. “Imagine what would’ve happened if the Sparks began mating with us or the ghouls or even worse - the therianthropes.” Alastor huffed in frustration, the skin under his eyes wrinkled when he grimaced in disgust. Namjoon smirked, it was amusing how expressive the other King was. “You know how everyone used to say that the worst that could happen to the Scarlet Land was if the Spark turned dark.”
“Mmh. I’ve heard of this… what was it called…?”
“Dim Glow. That’s what my brother and father used to call the phenomenon of them turning rogue and forsaking the Light.”
It was a sad story. The nation of the Spark was never meant to live in a dark and rotten place like the Scarlet Land, but being feared and shunned by everyone they had ended up there, which had led to their inevitable demise. Let’s say that as a whole the supernatural beings were divided as ones of the “Light” and those of “the Darkness”. The primordial rule was to never mix the two in any way, especially if it came down to procreation because the results might turn out disastrous. The power those beings possess was said to be greater than that of a god. “So imagine if this girl turned out like this! She could tear everything around us down if the essence of the two sides mix - Y/N will be-”
“Uncontrollable. Unstoppable…” King Noir finished the sentence and he and Hoseok shared a look. “But that’s what Jungkook and Yoongi were trying to prevent recently. Baal and Agares had figured out things long before we did while Mammon was doing it out of selfish desires but all of them were helping Y/N stick to only one side.”
“I see that now, yes.” The other man’s eyes lowered with guilt. “I regret messing up the things between the four of us.”
One very specific arrogant look of Corson’s appeared and the other demon knew it was there without even seeing it. “You should. Also, keep in mind that what Y/N did was induced by our behavior - because of Aamon, Agares and Mammon throwing her around, because us three with Taehyung had been suspicious and treating the girl as some lowly tool in order to achieve one’s goal, lower than the cheap whores roaming the streets, also you - becoming aggressive… all of those things led to this outcome.”
“I have to find a way to fix “us” if that’s even possible.”
Hoseok leaned back in his chair and covered his face with a hand. He has never been rash or that impulsive, maybe the pressure recently had reached a new high or maybe he was losing his touch…
…
I guess you all know the story of Sleeping Beauty. Y/N was now in a similar situation but the difference was that she was fighting to stay afloat and alive in her mind.
All the nightmares and terrors that were appearing in her head prevented her from waking up. I can’t even count how many times she saw her mother who was trying to influence the girl to give up and go with her. Where? Oh, I don't know exactly… so many times Y/N thought of following her but then decided against it saying "I have to wait for someone, I don't know who but they are coming to get me." Then the Kings and the other demons would appear taunting her or whispering sweet nothings, coercing Y/N to give her body to the pleasure they were offering. Another time scary creatures chased her around a dark forest and in the end she always ended up falling from a cliff.
“Hey baby” Y/N’s mother entered the room again. She had her hair tied in a tight bun which meant that the woman had just returned from the office. “Wanna talk?” Something felt off this time.
The young woman nodded and left the thick textbook on the bed. “Sure mom. What do you wanna talk about?” Back in the days it was not an unusual thing for them to share a moment like this, just the two, discussing something important but now Y/N felt weird and out of place. She couldn’t think of a topic or a problem that needed their attention at the moment.
The mother looked down at the textbook - “Internal medicine”. After a long pause she sighed as if the whole world was weighing down on her shoulders. “Why did you decide to study this? It’s so hard for you mentally and physically - you barely sleep these days or eat properly.”
“Mom…” Y/N rubbed her temples trying not to get agitated. This conversation has always been the worst, since the first day the girl announced she had planned on enrolling in the medical university. Mrs. Y/L/N had tried her best to dissuade her daughter from doing this but to no avail. “You know very well why. Moreover, it’s my last year. I enjoy every part of this - the help I can provide, giving hope to people, the efforts to lessen the struggles of others - it’s all incredibly rewarding.”
Her mother shook her head in disappointment and looked Y/N dead in the eye. The color of their pupils was exactly the same, and the face shapes too. A random thought crossed the girl’s mind unexpectedly “How could she not be my mom?” But why did she think of that? “Am I forgetting something…?”
“Don’t be a child. This crippling fear that’s been plaguing your mind since you were five? That has nothing to do with choosing this profession?” Her voice became unrecognizable, laced with menace. It also had this unpleasant sound as if the woman’s mouth was filled with unswallowed saliva.
“You know I don’t talk about that. Not anymore,” Y/N said through clenched teeth.
“That? This-“
“No mom. Stop it.” Panic began rising in her chest.
Mrs. Y/L/N had this sad expression on her face now. “The fear of death is common in many people, baby.”
Shaking her head Y/N tried to get rid of these thoughts just like before but it didn’t work now. Anxiety and desperation got her in a tight chokehold and she began breathing heavily.
“Seeing and reading about all the possible causes for someone’s death is tiring. Do you see the darkness sometimes? Do you think about it?” The girl was now shaking uncontrollably, sobbing and whimpering. She hadn’t had a panic attack in so long. “You want to become a medical geneticist or no… what was it? Genetic engineer so you can find the key to eternal life right?” Her mother took Y/N’s hands in hers and continued speaking. “You know if you let me take you away I will show you only light and there won’t be a need to ever think of that again.”
Holding on for dear life her daughter tried speaking. “M-m-mom… I’m… I-I…”
“Shhh… don’t be scared.”
“Master!” Monica ran inside the office screaming her lungs out. “Please! Come quick!”
Jungkook knew that this behavior meant only two things - either Y/N has woken up or was dying. Jumping to his feet the demon ran through the hallways.
When he entered the girl’s room he saw her in a terrible state - her body shaking from tremors with different intensity, sweat covering her face and neck, tears streaming down. The most unbearable thing was the quiet wailing reaching the King’s ears. “What’s wrong with her?!” He roared while crossing the room to sit on the bed next to Y/N.
“I-I…” the maid stuttered. “I was sitting on the chair watching her Ladyship and then it just happened out of nowhere.”
Jungkook hasn’t done this in so long but now was the perfect time for it. Closing his eyes the man emptied his mind completely. He pictured Yoongi’s face and a thin red loose string appeared, connecting the two demons. That was the telepathic bond the seven of them were sharing. “Yoongi are you listening?” Mammon said. A few seconds passed and then he continued, his voice turning frantic. “Y/N’s not well. Something is happening and I need you to come. Use the Wishing well and…”
The maid stayed on the side, crying. She liked the young woman so much and was so grateful for all the good things Y/N had said to her and for the nice attitude. The first time she felt like a human being was when the girl came to the palace and treated Monica as a friend and not as some lowlife. “Please save her, Your Highness…” the maid sobbed quietly.
A few minutes went by and the wooden door flew open. Baal came in tow with the man from Christopher’s memories - the Leader of the Oracles. The white-haired man didn’t say a word, just approached and bent down to touch Y/N’s forehead with his. Her body continued spasming in uneven intervals.
After a while the Oracle straightened up and looked at Jungkook with a grim expression. “She’s dying.”
“NO!” Both Mammon and Baal shouted simultaneously. The King’s black hair was in disarray, his cold eyes were filled with sadness and fear now and his hands were trembling from the adrenaline rush.
“Save her!” Yoongi got closer to them. He was obliged to find a way to keep Y/N alive at all costs, there was so much more to tell her and do together. The demon had plans to return with the girl to her world and clean up his wrongdoings but this…
The white-haired man nodded with a reserved expression. “Keep in mind that this might not work but since we don’t have another option…”
“Say it.” Jungkook ordered harshly, his eyes burning with determination.
“The thing is that whatever is killing Y/N is in her mind. Probably her own thoughts and since she’s been in this state for a while exhaustion is taking a toll on her. I need to channel some of your life essence into her.”
“Done” Jungkook and Yoongi both stepped forward as one but the Oracle shook his head.
“Only one thing is stopping me from doing this.”
Baal’s jaw tightened. “Those two sides of her.”
“Exactly. She might become a demon…”
“I don’t care! Do you want Y/N to…” The King was unable to say it. This was the first time in his centuries-long life he felt so desperate and lost. The woman was so precious to him and just thinking about losing her caused the demon immense pain - both physical and mental. He… loved Y/N and would give his own life to save hers. “Do it!” Jungkook grabbed the Oracle by the shoulders with gloved hands.
The other man blinked once, agreeing silently. “I will sit here and make sure to establish a bond with her. You must place a hand on my forehead and let down all the defenses so I can channel your essence into her.” The man then turned to Yoongi with a stern expression. “Keep a close watch on him. He mustn’t break physical contact with me.” Baal just stared unblinkingly.
“Come on baby, let me help you” her mother went on and on.
When Y/N was younger and an episode like this happened it was common after that for the girl to regress for different periods of time. That’s why her mom was always staying by Y/N’s side helping her recover. Why regressing? The girl’s mind was always so exhausted due to the stress caused by those intrusive thoughts. During and after an event of that sorts the regression became a coping mechanism so the brain could recover. In the past, the panic attacks used to happen almost every other day and the psychiatrist that Y/N was seeing at that time, had explained that it was a way to deal with the stress - reverting back to the stress-free, burdenless life of an infant or a child.
Y/N continued seeing the doctor for years up until her fifteenth birthday. Then looking at the cake the girl decided that the best decision was to become a doctor. The psychiatrist had advised her to find a way to deal permanently with the fear without the help of pills and other drugs. At some point the mentioning of the medical profession put Y/N on the way to healing.
“You’re strong enough to deal with this. Of course this is not a panacea, there might be times when you will get triggered by something, given the fact that being a doctor means seeing death a lot. You should have a grounding object or something of the sorts. You can always count on me and come for sessions. We’ve ruled out all of the underlying mental disorders so there’s nothing to worry about. This is just a coping mechanism for worries about the impact of aging.”
Once the girl started preparing for the entrance exams things began changing slowly. The panic attacks got rarer and rarer and those intrusive thoughts bothered her less and less with time. It all came from the fact that Y/N was working in the direction to find a way to be alive forever. A childish goal in the other’s eyes but the strongest driving force for her to stay afloat.
And now…
This uncooperative mind of hers was trying to “persuade” the young woman to let go and thus the attack happened.
At some point during the whole ordeal Yoongi began doubting if this was working at all - Y/N was still convulsing and whimpering. Jungkook on the other hand looked horrible - he was pale, breathing heavily and gritting his teeth.
“She’s so strong, there’re so many walls, metaphorically speaking, in her mind. I can’t break them down.” Trophonius murmured with his eyes closed.
“Just… figure it out” Yoongi hissed angrily. “I can feel her becoming weaker.”
The minutes were passing and nothing was happening…
At some point the King felt weak in the knees but did his best to resist the fatigue. Baal saw that and cautiously made a step towards him.
“I’m fine” Mammon spat out, still looking intently at Y/N’s face. “I don’t need your help!” So stubborn and unwilling to accept assistance from anyone.
More time went by but at one certain moment something felt like breaking. The air in the room turned static and Trophonius opened his eyes suddenly. “That’s it! Keep going!” Those words were aimed at Jungkook.
In the chests of both demons their hearts skipped a beat. Yoongi expected to see Mammon transforming but apparently the low energy level had the last say now. It was a well-known fact that in the process of shifting a lot of energy was required and now Jungkook had exhausted most of it.
“Y/N, look at me” her mom tried getting the girl’s attention but it was no use.
Y/N was crying unstoppably, the screams now resembled those of physical pain. She felt so helpless and bare. There’s no way she could die. Her mom would never be so mean to trigger her on purpose and then not even try to help her get over the episode.
“I-It… hurt-t-ts” the young woman cried pathetically. “I can-n’t” a new agonizing moan ripped through the air.
There was a knock at the door and both women cast their eyes in the direction of the sound.
“Yoongi hold him” Trophonius groaned in displeasure. “If he lets go all would have been for nothing.”
Without a second thought the other demon appeared behind the King and pressed himself to the other’s back. At that moment a nice thought dawned on him - Baal reached forward and placed his hand over Jungkook’s and the other around his chest for support.
“Whoa! I didn’t expect your spirit to be so strong” the Oracle exclaimed. It was a good decision to use the two of them but the downside would have been that both of their energy supply could run out just as fast so Trophonius needed a backup. “You are the sin of Sloth and yet this is… incredible!”
Then the white-haired man felt it - the last “wall” falling down.
Jungkook saw it first - the door in the darkness. Screams were coming from behind it and this bothered the demon to another extent. He began walking towards it but then Yoongi materialized too.
“What’s that?” Baal asked confused.
“Must be Y/N’s mind space. Let’s go, I don’t like this.”
The two approached the door and Jungkook knocked twice. It was best not to scare Y/N even more considering the state she was in back in the real world. After a second he opened the door and what they saw stunned them. This disgusting deformed apparition sat next to their pretty girl with tentacle-like appendages wrapped around different parts of Y/N’s body.
From her perspective, though this seemed different - it was still her mother and everything was completely normal.
Of course, the two demons looked exactly like themselves but the young woman couldn’t remember who they were. Looking at the men she began crying again. “I-I don’ wan-n-nt to…”
Baal crossed the room and grabbed the ghost-like creature. It screeched and another outgrowth shot out from its body wrapping around the demon’s neck. The King ran forward while the other two were struggling and grabbed Y/N who was still under the apparition’s influence. The tentacles were wrapped so tightly around her that even Jungkook with his strength couldn’t get the girl out. “Rip its head off!” the tattooed demon roared.
Yoongi didn’t answer back. He was still struggling with overpowering the creature. Seeing no other way around it Mammon began transforming partially and he dug his sharpened teeth into the black matter keeping Y/N under. No blood came out, nor did any tissue got ripped - of course this was a thought. Y/N’s thought that they couldn’t kill.
“Talk to her!” Yoongi urged Jungkook to try a different approach.
The King then knelt near the bed and grabbed the girl’s hand. “Hey princess. It’s me, do you remember me?”
Y/N’s eyes widened in horror, she knew this face from another nightmare of hers. He was bad and mean, this man was not good and the girl wasn’t supposed to go with him anywhere. She shook her head frantically. “Pl-please d-d-don’t hur’ me!”
Those words stung badly. The demon winced and balled his fists. “What has this thing done to you?” Jungkook didn’t know what to say. He was lost.
Yoongi was still trying to fight the apparition but nothing physical could make it budge. Everytime he tried punching, squeezing or kicking it felt like sand was on the other side of his fist. That’s why the only way seemed to be a battle of their minds but he couldn’t do it. It was just an idea of sorts and it didn’t have any brain to produce thoughts of its’ own.
“She has to deal with it” Baal said in the end. “We can’t do shit.” Once he stopped struggling the vision stopped fighting him too. It then turned his attention back to Y/N.
“Who are those people?!” Y/N’s mother was shouting in her face. “Tell them to go and leave us alone!”
The girl just shook her head.
“Hey, princess listen to me.” Jungkook began once again. “It’s me one of the Kings. Remember how you were feeding the birds in the pond in my garden?”
“N-no” Y/N stuttered and got her hands away from the demon’s, pressing them to her chest. “No!”
“Come on” the tattooed man smiled pleasantly and his lip ring glistened in the daylight. “The talk we had in the bathroom, the confessions?” From what Mammon knew the way to bring someone back was to remind them of some good moment but… He felt so guilty. There were almost no pleasant memories to speak of - he cause Y/N so much pain he had to atone for. If he was able to cry this was the moment he would do it. Taking a deep breath he placed his hand on the girl’s knee. Her eyes widened and she began trashing around.
“Don’t t-touch m-m-!”
“Hey, hey. Okay I won’t touch you” the demon lifted his hands up in the air. Then Yoongi approached from behind keeping an eye on the creature who was murmuring something inaudible.
“We don’t have much time Jungkook” the shorter demon warned. “Something’s changing.”
So many sounds were overlapping in Y/N’s mind. Her mother was screaming on one side and then there were the two men saying some weird things that made her even more confused. It was impossible to think straight.
“Do you remember how sad you were-”
“That’s not how you do it” Baal cut the other man off. He feared that everything would go from bad to worse.
“Let me be. Y/N you were very sad and lonely that I left you for days during the feast. But do you also recall how glum I was when you decided to leave? That’s because I regretted my decisions then and now even more.” A tremor ripped through Y/N’s body.
“Mommy…” she wept weakly.
“She sees her mother.” Yoongi muttered more to himself. This was proving so much…
“I’m so sorry princess, I’m so sorry. I will never leave you again” those words sounded so genuine that they surprised even Baal. The mint-haired demon felt a pang of jealousy. Why couldn’t he be the one to do this? “Monica is taking care of you for so many days now. She loves you so much, the girl’s saying you’re her closest friend. I adore you for this kind heart of yours, Yoongi here feels the same way.” The King reached up to touch the young woman’s face but one of the tentacles of the apparition wrapped around his hand, stopping the demon. “Let me take you away and help you. I will make sure to eliminate every threat and danger around you, princess.”
“Liar” she sniffled.
“I can prove to you that I’m not. Don’t you want to see the people that long for you?” Y/N shivered and scooted over closer to the creature. Jungkook’s doe eyes got wider with fear.
“Y-you are n-no real…”
“But I am. Want me to prove you wrong? Think back and remember the time when I held you close. There’s something I asked you in the beginning. Do you remember what was it?”
“I don’t want to go” Y/N whispered, not listening to the King. He was becoming desperate.
“Do you remember what I asked you, princess?” he tried once again. “Let me ask one last question - demon shift or human?”
Then the girl got quiet. Everything stood still, the apparition stopped moving, the tentacles froze for a second and their matter stopped shifting too. “D-demon sh-shif’ or h-?”
“Yes.”
“Demon or human…” Y/N was talking to herself, her eyes glued to Mammon’s face. There was something strangely adorable about her disheveled look and those wide curious eyes, looking for an answer. Chewing on her bottom lip now the girl looked at the nightstand. There she saw her first stethoscope. Reaching for it with a trembling hand the creature didn’t try to stop her this time.
Yoongi followed her movement with interest - she wanted to take it. Getting on the other side of Jungkook he took it and handed it to Y/N. When she touched the stethoscope the young woman closed her eyes and her facial features softened. She ran her fingers over the cold shiny metallic parts, trying to steady the ragged breathing. “Demon or human…” Y/N said once more.
“Mmh.” Jungkook hummed. The two men stood in their respective spots, waiting for what was to come next.
“I-it’s you. Kookie…”
At this moment Yoongi visibly relaxed and sighed. The King smiled brightly and the skin around his eyes scrunched cutely. “It’s me and Yoongi. He was as annoying as ever but… helped me so much. Come on.” The demon took Y/N’s hands and kissed them.
“But…” she hesitated for a moment looking at the deformed creature, still seeing her mother with a disappointed angry look on her face. “What about my mom?”
“Thoughts can’t hurt you Y/N” the mint-haired demon tilted his head towards the apparition. “She’s been gone for a while now. You’re safe with us.”
Jungkook then carefully lifted the woman up and walked out the door with the other man following close behind.
“Your Excellency! Excuse my intrusion but the soldiers on the southern border were attacked” one of the first Lieutenants barged into the Solar room of Taehyung’s mansion. The General was snoozing on the soft daybed with a couple of books laying open on the small table next to him.
“So it’s begun.” Gaap rose up quickly and headed for the door. “It’s time to do what I do best.” Taehyung’s eyes flashed dangerously with his sharp mind already in full motion, running laps.
The supreme moment of Y/N returning after weeks of being unconscious brought joy and relief to everyone. The Oracle congratulated the two demons for their hard work which was a miracle by itself. “I will be staying at Agares’ residence so if you need me just tell the King and I will be here.” Those were the last words he said to Y/N before leaving.
Immediately after coming back to the real world, the three men noticed the state she was in - frail and on the verge of another breakdown. All those horrible nightmares and terrors that her mind put the girl through had drained her immensely. Here, now in the waking world, she was still in regression, which was concerning for everyone.
It was heartbreaking to see this strong woman in this state - eyes filled with fear and sadness, with knees bent close to her chest, chewing on her nails and lips. Y/N’s speech was disrupted, sometimes not understandable at all.
“I trust you will take good care of her” there was nothing more important to Yoongi now. He didn’t want to leave but the demon also didn’t want to overstay his welcome.
“There’s no way I would leave her side.”
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Soon news about the attack spread all around the empire. The idea of the Kings gathering to sort everything out at the set time and date didn’t become reality.
At that precise moment when the messenger arrived to tell Jungkook the bad news, he was laying in bed with Y/N who was sleeping in his lap. King Mammon had his head pressed to the headboard, eyes half-closed, playing with the girl’s hair and softly scratching and massaging the skin of the scalp just like she had asked him to do.
For the past three days, the demon was working on helping his precious girl recover just like the Oracle had advised him to do.
Only Monica was allowed to enter Y/N’s room and when it was time for a bath Jungkook was leaving in order to respect her privacy. On the first day, the young woman cried like a child when the demon left her side. “I will be back in a while, princess,” he said to her, kissing the back of Y/N’s hand.
Now when the maid entered Mammon noticed the antsy behavior immediately. “What is it?” he asked in a hushed voice.
“My King, there’s a messenger here. Should I send him in?”
The pretty features of Jungkook’s face got distorted. He frowned but tried to contain the bubbling irritation. “Why is he here?”
“I don’t know, he wouldn’t say.”
“Bull… send him in. I can’t come to the main hall now.”
Monica bowed deeply. “I understand.”
When the ghoul entered he stood straight and spoke in a loud exalted tone. “Greetings Your Majesty, King Mammon of the North!” At that point, if Jungkook was a character in some anime he would get this so-called “anger mark” on the side of his forehead. That asshat was so loud and annoying and he would wake Y/N up. Instinctively the King squeezed the girl harder as if trying to protect her from the sounds.
“Speak quietly, you twit. What is it?”
“King Corson of the West sent me to…” the messenger continued speaking the same way and Y/N began shuffling in the King’s arms. “Inform you that there was an attack on the southern border and many soldiers lost their lives fighting.”
Opening her eyes the young woman got startled by the unfamiliar voice. Looking up and squeezing Jungkook’s black cotton shirt alerted the demon. She then hid her face in the crook of his neck, trying to get even closer than before, if that was even possible… “So what? What did he send you here for?”
“King Corson instructed me to tell You that he had spared you for a few days, considering the situation You are in but now it’s time to come to the capital and perform your duties as King of the North.”
It was unfortunate but Jungkook couldn’t sit idly while the others were fighting to protect the Empire. “I will be there in a while.” Mammon said finally and motioned for the ghoul to go away. When that happened the demon ran his fingers through Y/N’s hair and began speaking quietly in the girl’s ear “Princess, I have to leave for a while. Monica will be here with you all the time, all my guards-”
He couldn’t finish his sentence because once she understood where this was going to happen the girl began crying immediately. “No, no! No please… d-don’t leav-ve me” stuttering, Y/N was clutching his shirt in tiny fists.
“I will be back in a few days baby girl” the demon tried reassuring her but it was absolutely useless - the sobbing didn’t stop. “Please, Y/N…” Mammon’s heart was breaking at the sight but he also knew that his brothers needed him.
“Don’t… please don’t leave me! I will die and you will forget about me!” It seemed that what occurred seconds ago now reverted all the progress they had made back to square one. There was no point explaining that if he went to see the others at the capital her safety will be more than ensured.
“Let’s make a deal - I will give you my pretty wristwatch and I promise you that I will be gone for no more than four hours. If I’m late, no matter the reason, I will bring you a bouquet made of golden flowers. Does that work for you?”
A pout appeared on Y/N’s lips and she got quiet. After a long staring contest she extended an arm out waiting for the watch. Smiling at her the King took the accessory off his wrist and placed it in the girl’s hands. Then he bent over to kiss her forehead and left without another word.
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#bts fanfiction#bts angst#bts fluff#bts smut#min yoongi#bts jin#kim namjoon#jungkook#jimin#j hope#hoseok#taehyung#those evil ways#chapter 12#taglist open#ot7 x yn#bts x reader#bts supernatural au#bts suga#writing
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hello lesbians and also others who follow me. you all know what fucking time it is lets fucking do a yellowjackets 02x06 recap
- first of all taivan in the sex ed scene hehe my girlies more pre crash moments of them PLEASE, i’d love a flashback to like their friendship/start of relationship
- lottie being horrified at misty showing up at the cult so real. imagine you’re just trying to vibe w/ your homoerotic friend then said friend’s other homoerotic friend shows up? a rough day
- “it honestly would’ve been better if she just had sex with him” SHAUNA MY BITCH WORST MOTHER OF THE YEAR
- mari saying she hopes shauna doesn’t die top five things not to say when your friend is about to give birth with no medical care in the middle of fucking no where
- nat was wounding me this episode, she has so much guilt and hates herself for having survived its just awful
- van rightly pissed about tai’s sleepwalking (especially kiss). she clearly does not want to be dragged into this and honestly valid but bc she’s van she’s gonna let herself be dragged in
- “you’re married taissa there’s no us anymore” everything van says to tai just leads me to want to know more about how their relationship ended bc clearly she’s not happy that it did
- misty being unable to focus on the birth bc of crystal was so sad, the bit where she saw the blood on her hands that was intercut with crystal’s death was great very nice scene
- lottie’s psychiatrist is so sketchy. like the encouragement of the visions is so bizarre and just bad vibes
- thinking that “it” influenced travis, nat, and misty to return to lottie’s life
- “it was part of us” “the god of that place, we did terrible things in it’s name” WHAT DID THEY FUCKING DO also furthering my agenda that the antler queen is it’s own spirit/entity rather than one of the girls
- tai trying to flirt with van BITCH YOUR WIFE IS IN THE HOSPITAL YOUR KID IS GOD KNOWS WHERE
- TAI PUTTING THE DEER BONE NECKLACE IN SHAUNA’S HAND YEAH THAT’S THE GOOD STUFF like it saved van maybe it will save shauna and i mean hey she didn’t die so
- jackie’s voice, i knew she’d have some sort of presence during birth and definitely liked this especially given it was in the dream
- “yeah the past where we thought being happy was something that was possible not what happened” OW?????
- van having given up on love </3 her relationship with tai really did a number on her huh. representation for the girlies that never get over anything ever
- lisa giving nat the fish and that whole conversation was so good their friendship is important to me
- jeff just fucking jamming to “fuck the police” was hilarious. yes they need to tune down the jeff this season but i did enjoy this bit
- this is not plot related but honestly so glad the baby did not survive bc those few minutes of baby crying were making me insane i cannot handle the sound of babies crying (one of many reasons i will never have children lol)
- loved loved loved shauna’s monologue to creepy cop man, just saying out loud that literally her whole life is how it is because of guilt just UGH melanie did amazingly (as always)
- dream lottie being weird with the baby so fun so good “we need to feed” —> “he needs to feed”
- callie continuing to be so proud of herself about lying to the cops this is her season for real
- i should’ve known the baby was doomed the second it started to nurse like that and shauna being so loving to it were my real red flags that something was weird
- “if you see any barrels of kool aid powder in there consider me on call for an extraction” van i love you. also her being like lets leave and just go to ihop or something
- misty asking if taivan is back together she’s so real for that
- the moment of van seeing lottie and lottie seeing that they’re all there ugh i cannot wait to see the interactions between them all next week
- OK dream baby eating time: my favorite part was nat, the way she was wiping the blood from her mouth when she saw shauna, the guilt in her eyes, just perfect. also ben being the only other one who looked fully human/guilty in the scene. and then the rest of them being so animalistic i just loved it. bummed we didn’t get real baby eating but this is a good compromise i think
- shauna saying “why can’t you hear him crying” was so fucking heartbreaking sophie nelisse needs all the awards. i did not think i would be satisfied with the baby being stillborn but i loved the way they did it. i do hope that next episode we do see the body, specifically for one reason and that is i want shauna to keep seeing jackie in the baby. like she looks at it once and sees jackie’s eyes, next look it has her nose, etc. maybe even give it some sort of animal features at some point. i just want her to not be able to look at the corpse and see a baby. i want her to look at it and see jackie and her own guilt. next week’s episode is called “burial” so i’m assuming they will be disposing of the body and i want shauna to look at it as it’s being dispose of and just see jackie laying there instead. do you see my vision? i think it would be very fun. either that or they actually eat the baby. also we better get some placenta eating next episode bc not eating it would be a huge waste
#yellowjackets#yellowjackets s2#yellowjackets spoilers#lila’s yellowjackets recap#anyway yeah i enjoyed this episode#definitely a few things could’ve been more fucked up but i think they did well anyway
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Alright since I'm feeling very lazy right now, and since I've read way too many clannibal fics, and since you (probably) read way too many clannibal fics I'm gonna use you as a search engine real quick.
Do you have any clannibal fic recommendations here Clarice is just obsessed with Hannibal? Like having dreams about him, hearing his voice in her mind etc.
Thank you! <3
Time to embarrass myself on main and say: I've not read that many clannibal fanfics, especially with that limitation you gave me :(
(Preposterous, ik)
I mostly read from Ao3 so, something tells me you've already checked out most of the stories in there.
I also don't use FF because it is totally cumbersome for me, so no luck with the older fanfics I'm afraid :(
the best I can offer is my favourite clannibal stories:
La Bella Vita by rahleeyah (incomplete unfortunately). The most realistic post Hannibal fanfic I've read so far, with an excellent writing style. Clarice gets pregnant, only for Hannibal to start falling into a mental mess of wanting to create the new mischa out of his unborn child, as well as going into a killing spree in order to "protect" his unborn child. But the Argentinian police aren't totally useless...
Satin and Pearls by filthybonnet. One shot with some delicious post hannibal smut :} (Someone please don't let Hannibal near a pearl necklace ever again!!)
Some of our stars... by Clarissa01. (This one isn't in English, so I suggest you use "DeepL" for translating it! much better than google translate in my opinion). In this retelling of the SoTL and Hannibal books, Clarice is an 18 y.o student dreaming of entering the FBI, and Hannibal is a 38 y.o psychiatrist. Through a play of fate, they meet and something sparks within their hearts.
This one contains some veeeery cool Ocs, vital to the story, lots of action, smut and well... other things that make my clannibal heart happy :} (It has a happy ending so don't be afraid!)
#ik these were not what you asked for#but I felt guilty giving you nothing :/#if someone has any recs please write them down here!!#clannibal#fic rec
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little health update under the cut bc it is going to affect my activity levels both writing wise and ooc. mention of heavy subjects so. you don't have to read <3
so as some may remember from my hook blog, i got super sick in late 2021. It carried over into '22 and eventually led to me finally getting a lot of bloodwork, x rays, an echocardiogram .. literally all kinds of things. the only thing anyone could tell me was i was definitely sick and it was probably something 'minor' (i'm using that term so loosely) like a disorder or something that was no big deal. I've gone in for frequent labwork and things keep getting worse. It was actually my psychiatrist (not my gp. what a shock :| ) who looked closer and referred me to a hematologist oncologist. Sadly, the trend in my blood is getting worse. Despite meds, everything that should be going higher is still getting lower and everything that should be getting lower is going way higher. I got a test back yesterday and I more than likely am going to have to have a bone marrow biopsy (which. don't look that up. fuck.). They are thinking i have Primary Polycythemia which is a rare disorder (for my age group) classified as a blood cancer (again. perfect. not escaping the word lmao) since it involves mutated cells inside the bone marrow fucking up and going on the fritz. Thankfully, I have the best oncologist in the world and she's very thorough and though there are outliers .. survival rate if you get treatment is 14-24 years. That's not bad. It's 14-24 years of chemo rounds and blood transfusions and sometimes removing the equivalent of a blood donation every 2-3 days in the worst case scenarios but like .. you're not dead. so. i think that evens out. The unfortunate thing is survival is 1.5-3 years if untreated/treated improperly and I'm at 1.5 years since everything started. I have headaches, blurred vision, exhaustion, aches, bruising, incessant itching, constant nausea and I'm overheated like all the fucking time. poor hunter is always wrapped in blankets because when we turn the heater on it becomes unbearable for me. My blood pressure sucks for the first time ever in my entire life (I've gone from 109/60 to 150/100 this past friday) and when it pounds in my temples, it's hard to write. and to top it all off, my platelets are so damn high thanks to my bone marrow being fucked up and overproducing that I have to constantly worry about a stroke or embolism or something else just as sinister. So, hopefully, the plan is to get this show on the road and alleviate a lot of things and reverse what's been done.
My point in this is that I'm tired. I want to do things that sometimes my body won't let me do. I have moments where the little box in the corner of my mind I've stored everything in opens and I panic a bit. Am I gonna be grumpy sometimes? fuck yes. I'm not magic. Everyone has bad days/bad moods and you add stuff like this and sometimes i just want to punch things. so i ask for patience. both in replies and ooc communication. I want to talk to all of you. I want to hear about everything same as always, but sometimes I just don't have the energy to reply as quickly as I once did. throughout this whole thing, tumblr/writing has sort of been my getaway because its an escape that I can do while house bound .. and there's this little tiny part of my brain that keeps saying if I'm not active on the dash or making people laugh as much, that I'll fade away and be forgotten about. so i'm just asking that people please not let that be the case. i love you all <3
#medical //#cancer mention //#health //#ask to tag //#psa ;#yall don't have to read this.#the gist is suck it up bc i'm gonna be gone a lot but also love me pls#also if i hyperfixate on somethign and bug you about it like a desperate man trying to find some happiness#i'm apologizing now sjhfjfhghj lmao
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hi dokter (i think i spelled it right? sorry;;). im gonna sound like an asshole and i feel horrible about that but, i feel like a lot of people fake DID and multiple personality disorders. I know that i shouldnt fake claim people and such but, ive been on discord servers and theres a random channel dedicated to alters finding out who they are and then they always know how to set themselves up with a bot mechanic and switch between people rapidly. im a jerk for this, but genuinely in my head there is no logical explanation for how they have amnesia but know and understand discord completely. or how people will have fictives that are nothing like the source, just genuinely nothing like the character. its present in a lot of teenagers that struggle with mental illness and escapism, i think its less of a knowingly faking thing and more of a misdiagnosing themselves and truly WISHING there were more people there and they could share a body with dream. I feel like i do a fair amount of research, and looking into DID leaves me confused sometimes with how a lot of people online display their symptoms. why do alters all share an account and sign it? how do they all know the password? how do they all know how to operate it? (referring to tiktok because so much DID content comes from there, all with teenagers and young adults. i have yet to see someone over the age of like, 23 talking about DID. Not saying that just cause youre young you cant be blank, but i feel like its worth noting.) i guess i consider myself a kind person, and i dont care about what people do if it doesnt harm anyone. but this DOES harm people. i think its mostly people self diagnosing because they identify mood swings, different interests, and a yearning to be closer to their favorite fictional character or not be alone. so they truly do believe that this character is possessing them, even when its truly them changing their voice, putting on different clothes, adding an accent, and such. when people fake an illness, they dont fully understand what its like to have it and act in a way that is not accurate. isnt this the kind of thing that leads to stigmatization? to people completely changing their definition of DID since all they have seen is kids faking and acting like their favorite minecraft youtuber? i dont know. i feel bad since i hear from people with DID that they do feel this way, they feel like people now have a warped view of the disorder from people faking it online. Im not speaking for everyones experiences, maybe some dont care maybe some think its a coping mechanism, i have no idea. im sorry i went off on such a rant. i really like kats blog, she's helped a lot in ways. one last asshole note. A part of me is crying out that youre just kat typing while speaking her true and harsher thoughts under a different name, like an alter ego. im sorry, i know she wouldnt do that and im sure thats not what you are. i just had to ask, to clarify i guess (Even though i more just. stated it. sorry;;). i am probably not very nice in your eyes now, i dont mean to be the mental illness gatekeeper or anything but when you can very clearly tell so many are faking something serious its hard to just, go along with it. p.s. since youre a dokter who shares kats mind, how did you get all the education to be a psychiatrist? i feel like kat alone could be one, since she is very well educated and good at that stuff. is that why? or another reason. jsut genuinely curious;;.
None of us are psych professionals and none of us are claiming to have DID. Like sure there is a general issue of misdiagnosis causing the spread of misinformation which is to some degree harmful, but when I am explicitly stating that I don't have DID, how do you then read that as me faking DID? How is my experience inherently fake just because it isn't corresponding with the clinical experience of DID? Why is having the clinical disorder DID the only way my experience could be valid and real? Why is anything besides the clinical diagnosis DID fake in your eyes? Please spell that part out for me
#doktor speaks#identity compartmentalization tw#sysdiscourse tw#accusations of faking tw#faking tw#diagnosis denial tw
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I was tagged at @qrevo in this tag game. Thanks for the tag! Anyone else who wants to do it can. I am gonna tag a few people to pay it forward but no one has to do it. @apatchworkstar, @peccadrome, @givemeanaccountalready, @genderqueer-miharu, @doctorbunny, @siverfanweedo.
1. Are you named after anyone?
Yeah my middle name is my grandma's first name and the first letter of my first name refers back to my father. It's the same with his last three kids.
2. When was the last time you cried?
This week and I will cry again. It's allergy season and on top of that I have spring seasonal affective disorder. So, that's here until like summer.
3. Do you have kids?
Nope and right now I don't have any plans to.
4. What sports do you play/have you played?
I've never played a sport. I was told that I was in ballet when I was way younger. Because my mom signed me and my sister up for it but I don't really remember it. if we're speaking casually I played all the ones you'd find in a regular american high school gym class. Basketball, dodgeball, jumprope etc.
5. Do you use sarcasm?
Yes, but it's very extragerated instead of catty which people say takes the bite away from it. I tend to be sarcastic for fun unless really ticked off.
6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?
Their facial features be it their hair eyes or something else.
7. Eye color?
Brown.
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
I'm a fan of scary movies mostly psychological horror or horror comedies.
9. Any talents?
Writing. Though people also say I'm a good listener and give good advice to the point I've been getting prompted into going back to college for psychology. The thing my family did not want me to do when I did want to do it~
10. Where were you born?
The US state of Michigan. Been here my whole life. It's pretty decent and the people tend to be personable and interesting in various ways. However, it can be very stereotypically American out here. My sister came into town with her bf who'd never been to the midwest and he was stunned at how talkative the everyday person is here. It was funny to hear that sort of culture shock actually exists. Plus when I visited London it wasn't much different in atmosphere. So, I was pretty comfortable. The people did keep to themselves more though.
11. Hobbies?
I'm slowly getting back into enjoying writing original stuff. I've been doing it since I was ten. My first longest hobby is music appreciation if that counts which i've been doing since earlier than that. I tend to like listening to all sorts of music there's this good graphic novel on it I saw at the library a while back too.
Oh and i like video games too. I tend to play roguelikes and rhythm games a lot.
12. Any pets?
I have two cats. Angel who is going on fourteen and Luco who I adopted last year and is going on two.
13. Height?
I'm around five feet and four inches. Though I haven't gotten it measssure in a while.
14. Favorite school subject?
Science mostly the parts focusing on biology and medicine. I really enjoyed it in high school and when I was in college.
15. Dream job?
My dream job and life plan was to be a school psychologist and a writer under a pseudonym. However, writers have become a sort of influencer these days and I literally have zero interest in that sort of attention.
The school psychiatrist thing was burst by the college I was going to literally being too expensive for me. Made funnier by the fact I was going to a community one that mysteriously lost my grant mid semester. Putting me in a pay us this pile of money you don't have or leave situation. I had all A's at the time. Ha, ha... So, I'm at a I don't even want to bother anymore point honestly. Also schools are unsurprisingly dangerous in the states and pay staff very little. So it's more risk than reward.
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hiiiiiiii we havent sent you any asks for some time. mostly because kanra didnt front much
[idk if you can recognize us after all the url changes]
ereyesterday our their of pissed suggested getting into an outpatient psychward and told us to think about it. and silver[headmate] made a post on the tumbler saying that this could be a bad idea because somewhat recently i made a hole in a wall and less than a week ago Lyra messed up a cupboard. as if we're the only ones who on occasion damage stuff when angered. this is literally so mean for no reason.
also. a few months ago shinra had an accident with a knife. and we got a fun new 1 inch long scar and possibly a little bit of nerve damage or something. and we were supposed to get some reminder tetanus shot around a month after that since i had no idea when was my previous tetanus shot. and i uhhhhhhh didn't get it since i'm scared of doctors, and it would probably seem quite weird if i went to a doctor about this now
also im sorta balding but. scared of doctors so cant do anything about that
last sunday i was in some social studies class or some other shit. and the teacher said something about how lgbt people were never oppressed in this country. which is a very bold thing to say as someone living in a country in which like a quarter of the area declared itself a "lgbt free zone" and only calmed down a little when the european onion told them that that's probably illegal. and i decided to argue with the teacher a bit. one of the things she said was that sometimes there's dudes in pup masks on pride parades, which invokes disgust and thus should be banned, and. idk why but i kinda expected teachers to have a bit more common sense than 14 year old twitter users. also i came to school wearing a spiked dog collar on a regular basis. [for reasons unrelated to kink.]
well. good thing i'm failing every single one of my classes lmao. at least i won't be invoking disgust in fragile old ladies
also. i just met a doggy and he was very niceys. very soft and friendly. and polite also.
- toby
HOW COULD I NOT RECOGNIZE U MY BESTIE IN CHRIST <3 u changed ur url a binch of times but ur icon remained the same sdlfndnfkjsnsdf so i was able to keep track!
i however do not understand a single word of that first paragraph. if u want my advice, DO NOT. FUCKING GO. TO A PSYCH WARD!!!!! idfc Who it helped, it hurts a lot more than it helps, theres NO WAY to tell which psych wards are good and which are shit. no really let me go thru them all rn:
REFERRALS: most professionals that work in different offices do not know each other on a personal level and may never hear of their bad stories. a doctor that was the chillest coolest doctor id ever met referred me to a psychiatrist that sucked fucking ass shit. there is no way to know for sure
GOOGLE REVIEWS: im gonna b real i dont trust some of those mfs. you seen the guys that go into psych wards? a lot of mentally ill people r internalizers and just accept whatever happens to them, and even if they arent, society looks down on the mentally ill SO MUCH that they could b told "you deserve this bc ur crazy" and due to all this societal gaslighting, theyd agree
REVIEWS ON OTHER WEBSITES: same thing lol
why is this so important? because you cannot Fucking leave a psych ward. an outpatient ward yeah you can leave, but ive been to both in and outpatient and they excert the same level of bullshit control over their patients. in outpatient, one of the therapist told me "you are not mentally ill" and made me cry lol. she MEANT to mean it in a "you're not mentally ill, you're ~suffering from a mental illness~ uwu dont let ur disorder define you" kinda way, but that concept was introduced in therapy..... two days after she told me this. like hello? and then she tried to spin it as like, it was a problem with Me i.e. My PTSD Was Triggered and not She Is Dog Shit At Timing The Explaining Of Concepts.
this place also invited my abuser into group therapy even after me incessantly telling them "this is my abuser, she will use all this against me" and yeah guess what she did immidiatley after lol
dont go to wards.
WRT THE KNIFE: damn :0 thats insane dude, hopefully the nerve damage will heal but from experience its gonna take like, a few years at minimum lmao. i had a Knife Incident involving my pinky and the nerve damage was so bad that i couldnt hold scissors w my pinky in the scissor loop thing but evenchually it got better but it took like 4 years. if the knife was clean and not rusty ur risk of tetanus is pretty low i THINK, do not quote me on this. if ur scared of doctors, look into if ur pharmacy offers tetanus shots! some pharmacies have vaccinations other than flu and covid (which i need 2 get lol rip) so u might be able to get one THERE and not see A Doctor about it!
u dont need a doctor for the balding. minoxidil my dear boy, its at walmart, its the stuff thats in rogaine. you want "minoxidil 5%" thats whats in rogaine, theres "minoxidil 3%" thats For Girls but idk ive never heard of anyone having a problem w it. IT IS TOXIC TO CATS THOUGH IT IS VERY VERY TOXIC TO CATS IF YOU HAVE A CAT DO NOT LET THEM FUCKING TOUCH YOU OR RUB ON YOU UNTIL IT DRIES ok? :) id google more if i were u but boom. problem solved. i am the doctor now
"dog masks invoke disgust and should be banned" babygirl disgust is subjective and like, someone could use that logic to ban whatever YOU like, or Are. maybe someone is really disgusted by lil old ladies bc the wrinkles look gross as fuck to them. should we quarrantine the grandmas?
also lol at the dig against 14 year old internet puritans and then surprise surprise guess what happened on This Very Blog while this ask was sitting n collecting dust!! i gotta b on my best behavior bc theres a nonzero chance that The Feds will be looking at this blog (did u know u dont report cybercrime to local police and instead theres a form on the fbi's website? Well Now You Know!) and that goes 4 all of u too. bart please be good..... for the love of GOD please be good....... please tell me yall know that simpsons scene
also also yay doggy!! was it a regular dog or a dude in a pup mask? either way very fun n cool!!!
#wasks#4 everyone else: im gonna turn asks back on but no anons for a lil while <3#kanranon#missed u bestie!!!!! i was wondering when ud send another ask#tho ig ur not kanra ur toby sdjnksjdsndf but either way!! a message !!!
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Hello! Can I request a comfort scenario for kirishima (as a student) with a s/o that has been taking antidepressants for the first time in her life and is struggling with dealing with the side effects (feeling anxious/jittery, urge to SH, brain fog, drowsiness, stuff like that). Sometimes things feels worse than they did before going on meds, and s/o is scared the meds will turn her into a whole different person.
Only if you're comfortable with that ofc! Thank you!
I’ve been on antidepressants for so long, I don’t even remember how I felt when I started them. My psychiatrist changed my antidepressants in December of 2021, but since I’ve never had any bad side effects from them, I didn’t really have any of this. I tried to write this how you described and I’m sorry this took so long to do
You were spacing out for like the third time in class that day. Kirishima had of course been glancing at you occasionally, and he’d noticed you didn’t really look like you were paying attention.
“Hey (Name)” he whispered and poked your shoulder.
“Hmmm?” you snapped out of it and looked at him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” you shrugged.
“Okay…” Kirishima said, but you could hear the doubt in his voice.
He knew you weren’t as okay as you were trying to assure him, he was pretty sure because it was of that new medication you started taking, but he couldn’t be sure.
After the school day was over and you had returned to the dorms, you sort of just shut yourself in your room. Kirishima had noticed you had been doing that quite a lot lately. You hadn’t really been shutting him out, but you weren’t really interacting much with anyone else, and you seemed to be having a bit of a hard time in general.
Kirishima went to change out of his school uniform and into some more comfortable clothes, before going to knock on your door. He was getting worried about your state of mind as of late, you seemed to be spacing out quite a lot and you just seemed like you were in a fog.
He knocked and waited for you to let him in.
“Who is it?” came your voice from inside the room.
“It’s me” Kirishima answered.
You came to open the door and let him in. You sat on your bed and Kirishima sat on a chair opposite of you.
“How you feeling?”
“I’m okay… I guess” you sighed.
“Are you sure these meds are good for you? You’ve been pretty out of it lately, and what we talked about last night…” he trailed off.
“You mean the self-harm urges and the constant drowsiness and anxiety? Yeah, I don’t really enjoy those” you scoffed.
“I know you don’t, but I’m sure it’s not gonna be like that all the time” he smiled, trying to cheer you up.
“But what if it is? What if taking these meds is going to keep me in this state? I don’t even feel like myself right now, I feel like a different person and I don’t like it” you grumbled.
“It’s just the meds babe. You’re the same person you’ve always been, you might feel different, but you’re the same person that beat me at mario cart like a million times in a row, the person who’s kind and warm to everyone, because they don’t want anyone to feel the way they do. You’re the person I love” he said and grabbed your hand.
“Am I though? What if this doesn’t pass? What if I’m gonna be in a fog for as long as I take these meds. I know these pills aren’t a miracle cure, but I also know something like this can really help me if it just didn’t have these shitty side effects” you grabbed the bottle of pills and rattled it, before throwing it at your pillow.
“Hey, I know you’re frustrated, but it’s gonna be fine, I’m sure of that” he squeezed your hand.
You sighed, but you had to admit, you liked his optimism. You were having a hard time with seeing the bright side of pretty much anything right now, but it helped that he was able to.
“Thank you, Eiji” you said and raised his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles.
“No problem” he smiled widely.
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