They water down, soften, RUIN Rikyu route

at 1:09 there is one missing sentence. He said "Whatever I do to you, you forgive (allow) me. right"

at 1:38 they soften is words, the right one is "Accept this twist feeling, even if you said you don't need it, I selfishly pour (tempt) it inside you"

He is RED flag, psychopath, arrogant and can't feel sympathy.

Ohhh boy, this is a lot of characters, haha

I did my best with this, but my memories of especially Ikerev and Ikevamp are veeeery rusty at this point (and honestly some Ikesen routes I haven't reread in years so my memories of those are also dodgy) so I only stuck with what I could remember. Again, just my impressions based on my perception of these characters

I am trying to also keep these comparisons to early 1st route impressions + event story stuff so as not to spoil too much. Some characters could definitely go in different categories based on late route developments so keep that in mind.

t/n: rough tl

Bonus

Elbert's Obsession

Voiced Elbert Card 'Want to Hear Your Voice'

William's Obsession

Liam's Obsession

Alfons's Obsession

Roger's Obsession

NEW RING CARD ALERT‼️ AND HE'S LOOKING MIGHTY FINE‼️ 🗣🗣📢📢📢‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ this pool style card has changed my brain chemistry forever 🤤

added the card so you can see it for yourself + the reference used boomshakalaka. . .

Valko's archive:

You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt.  Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.

But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.

Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.

He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.

He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.

"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."

Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."

Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."

His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."

And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°

ᯓ★ valko comforts you! <3

You'd had a shit day.

It wasn't a particular thing that ruined your mood. It was just… this weird feeling of wrongness that messed with your mood.

You sat in your living room, curled up on your couch, a blanket draped over your legs and your laptop perched in your lap. You were binging your favorite show in an attempt to feel better, but there was still this restless, anxious energy humming in your chest.

You heard the small jingling of keys, then, your door was creaking open.

Valko.

He stepped in, toeing his shoes off at the door before smiling at you. "Hey, you." He tilted his head slightly, instantly noticing a weird shift in the air. "You okay?"

You forced a tiny smile. "Yeah."

He stepped into the living room, his movements slow. Carefully, he picked up your legs to make space for himself on the couch and sat down before placing them back over his lap. "You sure?"

He eyed you carefully. Then, without asking, he leaned over, cradling the back of your head to pull you toward him as he rubbed his nose to your temple. "You don't smell 'okay'," he murmured.

You recoiled. "What? Do I smell bad?"

"That's not what I meant." He placed a hand over your leg, rubbing it through the blanket. "You smell… sad."

You swallowed. "You can smell that?"

He gave a small nod.

You sighed, closing your laptop. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel—I feel sad and I have no idea why." You blinked up at your boyfriend. "It feels so stupid to say out loud. How can I feel sad without having any reason to?"

You barely had time to react before he was shifting. He grabbed your laptop, placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and pulled you sideways into his lap, your blanket bunching up on your lap.

"Valko, what are you—?"

"Not everything needs a reason," he said, drawing circles over your back.

You let out a soft exhale. "I sound crazy, Val."

"You don't sound crazy," he countered, moving you so your head was tucked under his chin and your cheek was pressed against his chest. "Sometimes we just have bad days."

You were quiet for a second. And for just a second, you started accepting his argument. But the doubt of the day slowly crept back in.

You opened your mouth again and murmured a quiet, "But I am crazy." You pulled back to look at him. "Do you really want a crazy partner who can't even tell you why they're upset?"

Valko's lips twitched up slightly. "I want you, period."

"But—"

"There's no but's. You're stuck with me. Do you understand that?" You scoffed, about to give another protest, but he continued, "I'm not going anywhere. So just sit here and let me do this."

He didn't give you a chance to respond to that either. He wrapped his arms around you, tucking you back under his chin, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head.

You finally melted, the tension in your shoulders draining out. "Thanks, Val."

He hummed, sinking back into the couch so you could rest across his lap more comfortably. "Anytime."

Everything that could go wrong did, and by the time you drag yourself through the door you’re exhausted, drained, and on the verge of tears. You don’t even get to kick your shoes off before two strong arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you back against a warm, solid chest.

Valko doesn’t say anything at first. He just holds you, chin resting on top of your head, tail curling gently around your leg like he’s trying to wrap you up completely.

“Bad day?” he finally murmurs, voice soft.

You nod, leaning into him. He doesn’t need more than that.

Without another word he scoops you up like you weigh nothing (which to him, you don’t) and carries you straight to the couch. He settles down with you curled in his lap, your face tucked into his neck while one big hand rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. His other hand gently scratches the back of your head if you’re feeling extra sensitive, or just strokes through your hair.

“You did so good today,” he whispers against your temple, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m really proud of you, sweetheart.”

His tail thumps steadily against the cushion, slow and comforting. He keeps you wrapped up in him, warm and safe, occasionally nuzzling the top of your head or giving you little squeezes like he can physically push the sadness out of you.

When you finally relax against him with a tired sigh, he smiles and tucks you closer.

“I’ve got you,” he says simply. “You can rest now. I’m right here.”

You fall asleep like that wrapped up in your giant boyfriend, his steady heartbeat under your ear and his tail curled protectively around you. The worst day doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.