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"Who are they? They literally appeared out of nowhere."
"Does it even matter? Maybe we should just kill them?"
"Right, we're wasting too much time on them."
'Aaaah...Fuck'
You're holding your head, trying to figure out WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE AND WHERE DID YOU TAKE A WRONG TURN TO DESERVE THIS!?
How did you end up in this situation? Well...
You carried the last box into your new apartment and looked around. There wasn't much space, but it's more than enough for you to live in for now.
'Gosh, I'm so tired from all this identity change and the move. I guess I'll tackle all these boxes tomorrow. But for now, I'm going to grab something to eat.'
But just as you turned around and reached for the doorknob to leave the apartment
You heard a distorted voice from which it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman
FACE THE SIN
"Huh..?"
SAVE THE E.G.O
"What the-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
But before you can even finish speaking, an intense pain unlike anything you’ve ever felt before instantly takes hold of your body
It feels like this pain has been going on for so long that it’s preventing you from seeing anything clearly, and when it feels like this torment will never end...
Suddenly, the pain disappears as if it had never been there, and a very strange scene unfolds before your eyes
A dark forest ?
A bus ?
A pile of various human corpses ?
Weirdo with a clock for a head ?
Are three people staring right at you, looking confused ?
What's that? Blood on their weapons?
Oh . . . shit
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE !?
Aaaahhh . . . why . . . just why?
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!?
WHERE THE HELL AM I!?
WHAT THE FUCK DOES ALL THIS MEAN!?
WHY . . .
WHY . . .
WHY MEEEEEEE !?!?!?
. . .
"*sigh*"
What now?
What should I do? It looks like they're definitely going to kill me . . . Although
This isn't the first time I've had to fight for my life
Well
First, let's deal with these weirdos, and then we'll see what to do next
'In that case-'
You hadn't even had time to take a step when suddenly a spear pierced your chest
"That's really unpleasant"
It hurts, it really hurts, your strength began to fade, and your vision grew dark...But-
It’s nothing compared to what you felt back then in the apartment
And you refuse to die in such a pitiful way
You slowly opened your mouth and—
A very loud scream rang out, nearly deafening everyone around you
But that wasn't the main thing. After you screamed, they couldn't move—some inexplicable sense of fear prevented them from doing so
Then, mustering all your strength, you grabbed the man in front of you by the collar
And you hit him hard on the head with your forehead, so that for a moment there was a loud noise in his head; but that was enough to make him let go of his weapon and stagger backward
What about those two?
They were also paralyzed by your scream and could do nothing but realise what the hell was going on
But then they heard an unnatural voice that was barely intelligible, though one word was definitely clear
"Die"
An unknown force pierced their bodies, but before their eyes closed, they managed to make out a vague, dark silhouette that vaguely resembled a mummy
Now there was only one enemy left, who had already come to his senses and was clearly unhappy with what was happening
But, unfortunately for you, you could no longer stay on your feet and began to slowly fall downward
But the weirdo with a clock for a head, for some unknown reason, decided to help you and caught your body before it fell
However, just at that moment, someone appeared whom no one expected to see
But your eyes were already almost closed. The last things you remembered were the ticking of the clock and red eyes
this stupid shit has been around for so long and it’s crazy to me there are still people with enough rocks in their brain to believe it. “Oughhhhh if you aren’t nice to you oppressors they’ll become bigots instead of allies” if someone’s support for marginalized groups hinges entirely on whether or not that group is niceys, they’re by definition not effective or useful allies and, by admission of this argument, an active danger to the communities theyre supposed to be allied with because they can Enter Bigot Mode the second they become displease
Hearing about how canto 10 is going to be delayed while canto 9 was rushed kinda pisses me off considering the amount of problems there were with canto 9 and I'm not even counting the arknights collab as part of the reason for canto 9 being rushed.
Like you butchered Ryoshu's story by paying attention to every character but Ryoshu without there being any real reason for rushing it (beyond wanting to release the seasonal Ryoshu id during mother's day, apparently) but you're telling me that you want to take your time with canto 10??? I'm sorry but Ryoshu was significantly more hyped as a character than Meursault was (who had a lot of mysteries to him too even prior to mnestic experience but it was nothing compared to Ryoshu) but you're taking your time with HIM??? REALLY???
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Queequeg watches you sleep, in the early hours of morning. stroking your hair, the sunlight splaying over your face. she always wakes up before you. a habit from years in the Middle and more out on the sea. it doesn't bother her. not anymore. you're so soft like this. curled up against her side, head leaning against her chest. perhaps a harpooner's heartbeat is what keeps you so at peace. dreaming away your troubles, little jellyfish sent out to the ocean. you shift closer with a drowsy grumble, and Queequeg huffs, unable to suppress a fond smile.
her lips press against your temple, smoothing a hand over your cheek. coaxing you towards wakefulness, watching your eyes slowly, reluctantly flutter open. her grin widens. a glint of mischief flickers in her gaze, reaching down and gently poking the tip of your nose as you yawn.
"Cute."
teasing, quiet and sweet, tucking your head under her chin. she squeezes carefully, an embrace all of muscle and soft strength. you instinctively nuzzle into her side. seeking her warmth, the safety of her arms. Queequeg's hand resumes petting your hair, the most natural thing in the world.
"Cute," she murmurs again. mushy words from a melting heart. preserving the moment when everything was right with the world.
──────── ✦ had something much grander planned for today but alas. also hbd heathy, will write sth for you later on
"and just how exactly am i supposed to know which worm is you?"
moses let out a long, soft sigh, pressing a hand against her forehead as her brows drew together. the look on her face made it abundantly clear that she had already accepted this as yet another one of your harmless — albeit utterly nonsensical — antics.
for a brief moment, she seemed genuinely inclined to dismiss the question altogether; yet the instant your cheeks puffed into an unmistakable pout, the resolve she'd so carefully maintained gave way.
"fine."
it wasn't as if humoring you would cost her anything.
". . . yes," she answered simply, the corners of her lips softening ever so slightly. "i'd still love you if you were a worm."
". . ."
rather than answering immediately, erza folded her arms and furrowed her brows with the utmost seriousness, looking as though she had been tasked with solving the greatest mystery known to mankind. you merely watched in silence as she remained completely still for a while, painstakingly searching for what she believed to be the perfect answer.
"erza?"
at once, her eyes suddenly lit up, sparkling as though she'd just uncovered the greatest revelation of her life.
". . . we could be worms together," she shyly pressed the tips of her index fingers together, looking oddly proud of her conclusion.
the surprise on your face soon softened into fond amusement, which the blonde-haired woman readily took as all the encouragement she needed.
"i'd even fight all the other worms for you ! then everyone— everyworm would know you're my worm !!" she declared it with such wholehearted conviction that neither of you could suppress the laughter that followed.
"if you were a worm, that would complicate matters."
"a worm wouldn't be able to communicate properly. you'd be vulnerable to predators, incapable of defending yourself, and. . ." his voice remained calm and methodical as his thoughts wandered further. "i assume your dietary requirements would also change."
"i'd need to look into proper care." he closed his eyes for a laconic moment, only to reopen them and meet your thoroughly bewildered gaze, your head tilted slightly to the side.
". . . i believe i've misunderstood the question."
you answered with nothing more than a small nod.
a deliberate cough escaped him as the realization settled in. for the first time that day — or perhaps week — a faint trace of embarrassment crossed his otherwise composed features.
he had, after all, devoted an astonishing amount of thought to the logistics of caring for a hypothetical worm.
"whether you were human or a worm wouldn't change who you are to me."
"so yes," his eyes found their way back to yours. "i'd still love you if you were a worm."
hhhhh, i got lazy at the ending and atp idk what title to put. i got inspired from some fuckass asmr that i didn't even bother to watch. enjoy or hate it idc
"Sweetheart, what's got you so moody?"
That was the first question you were greeted with before you came home from an eventful day, that tore off every single bit of energy from you. Rien was waiting for you in the kitchen, he was just done preparing something.
"Nothing Rien , nothing." you answer in a tired voice. You REALLY wanted to rest and take a big fat sleep. But first, you had to check out what your spouse tried cooking for you. He is a good husband , who knows how to prepare food and anything in general. How lucky.
"Are you sure? Dear, do tell me , what is troubling you?"
"Just another tiring day , I suppose, as usual."
"Mm"
He wasn't the type to persist , though, he wish he could help you sometimes, with whatever happened. Even if you keep it a secret, he will still find a way and try to help you. Either he notices small things about your behavior that changed or simply, reactions towards something. You usually had to initiate a conversation first though.
You were greeted with the smell of omelettes. Simple yet efficient. Probably he took the initiative himself to decorate them with all kinds of stuff which you appreciated. Nothing is better than coming home and be greeted by your husband.
Sometimes, he's busy. He's busy fulfilling those Prescripts and he can't greet you with his mere presence. He still leaves some gifts though, as an apology, for not being there for you.Mostly flowers or hell accompanied with handwritten letters, with his handwriting being elegant to say the least. You somewhat have an idea of what he does behind the scenes and that, you're actively put at risk by the Prescript , but you learned to accept it. You also know about his past, his past wife, his kids. hell even Ryoshu and how much he cherished them all. He has moved from since but still reminiscences over it. Over how he couldn't save them and watched his family die with his daughter betraying him.
Even if it might seem childish at first, he would read bedtime stories to you that he never got to finish. The ending was left for interpretation but you REALLY wanted to know what happened. Whenever you tried falling asleep after a tiring day, his voice would soothe you, lulling you to sleep in a short period of time before , eventually, joining you in bed, holding you close.
It wasn't like this always. Sometimes, you'd sleep alone, without him. And you wouldn't be lying when you missed his warm presence. He'd make it up for you though, eventually.
Hell, he even know how hard your job is, listening to your complaints about your shitty coworkers, that asshole of a boss that keeps on pestering with MORE paperwork and the fact that weekends are a blessing for you.
Both of you were busy but still found time to spend together , even if it was for a short period of time. That counted too. As long as he was here , with you , that's everything that mattered He loved you truly , as a person completely and his acts showed that. Rien would cook for you if you were feeling sluggish, he would help you organize your paperwork (though he didn't know what they are about) and give motivation to keep on going. He would also console you if no one was there for you, reassuring you:
"Sweetheart, let everything that pains you on me. I am here for you. I shall carry your burden so you, could be happy. Afterall, your mere smile is enough to keep me going."
While you appreciated his acts towards you, you felt like you had to help him somewhat, to get back at him for taking such good care of you. It felt like whatever you were doing wasn't enough.
"Are you still here? Your food is becoming cold and then it won't be as enjoyable." He said while waving his hand in front of your face.
"Ah uh, I'm sorry, I was spacing out. Was thinking about some stuff."
You were brought back to reality, after getting lost in your thoughts. You completely forgot about your food at this point. He had finished it and was standing right in front of you, waiting for your next move. He'd admire you when you weren't looking at him.
Whatever, you finished your food fast and decided to take a well deserved sleep. You didn't feel like doing anything else anymore . Afterall, tomorrow was Saturday and it was late at night. Weekend finally came after an eternity and it felt like pure bliss.
"Would you want another bedtime story darling? I promise I'll finish it this time. "
"Make sure you keep your promise. I'll end up spoiling the endings myself if you don't, maybe kick you too."
"Anything for you. You know how much you mean to me…right?" He said while ruffling your hair
"Rien is grass green?"
"Yes dear. What are you trying to insinuate?"
"Tch, I will kill you one day, I swear."
You had plenty of bedtime stories in your house , most of them catered towards kids. You'd think their original purpose was for Rien to read to his (dead) kid which, you were right. He also knew what your favorite childhood story was.
"Would you like to go through your favorite childhood story again? You seem like you're under the weather afterall sweetie."
"Rien I told you countless of times that I don't mind what you're reading. Just do whatever."
"Alright love, if that's what you desire."
Usually, when he did this, you would sit near him, sometimes with your head on his lap. When you did that, you'd be greeted with him standing as still as possible just to not risk waking you up, like a brick wall which you appreciated but eventually you reassured him that if he was busy then he could wake you up, on the promise that you'd fall asleep back again.
Anyway, he grabbed your favorite book and started reciting from it, slowly but efficient, because you could feel your eyelids dropping and being lured by your well deserved sleep. It was a good feeling ever, you coming late at night, being tucked in your bed by your husband and then him reading a child's book. As long as you were comfortable then he didn't care much.
When he finished reading it, you were already dead asleep. You didn't even notice that he forgot to get to the ending AGAIN. To this day, you still don't know why does he do these kinds of stuff. Is it of pure laziness or something much deeper?
He slowly stars to caress your face , going as far as to caress your lips. He then reaches out and kisses you.
"Mm, asleep? I see, I see. You're still beautiful when you're like this. My beautiful flower."
Thankfully, today, his beeper didn't ask him to do anything, so, he decided to hold you close to him and cuddle you.
Goodnight.
yea idk how to write overly poetic characters and he unironically is first on the clasament on "Who is the hardest character to write as a oneshot" , on second place being either yi sang or heathcliff. mb is he is ooc
IM SORRY FPOON ANON ILL DO YOUR REQUEST SOON FORGIVE ME.
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Hello! I am infact alive, and I am back to write once more. Life really loves to kick you when you are down, so it's been a struggle to pick writing back up. (And also my Internet went out for a day) But enough about me, you're here for
Heishou Pack Yôu Branch x Caretaker! Reader
The plate clatters as you eat; Hongyuan became significantly...quieter around you. Infact, the place you were eating at was empty. No other customers were here, and all of the staff had retreated into the back. Why? Well...it's not like you have a bunch of mutated people following you, right? What, that wasn't you who left a bunch of wool around?
The opening of the restaurant's door snapped you out of your thoughts. Confident, slow steps approached you. Turning yourself, you are met with the figure of a male looming over you.
"Mm, So you're the one the Mao and Wei won't shut up about." Calculated, calm...yet friendly?
"You must be-" before you could even finish your sentence, he raises his hand
"Hong Lu. Lord of Hongyuan, and also the one employing you to take care of the Heishou Pack." He looked you up and down -calculating, sizing you up- as he continues
"Tell me, how do you do it?"
Demanding. Pointed. Sharp.
"What? What do you mean?"
"Don't try to act you don't know. You really expect me to believe that you can make the Heishou Pack - some of the fiercest fighters around - turn into...mush around you? You're no ordinary caretaker, that's for sure. The Wei Branch won't shut up about you, and the Mao are asking me to rehire you for them."
His shoulders relax as you watch the tension leave his body
"What I want to know is how you do it."
He walks closer to you, his shadow casting over your body
"But...you really don't know, do you?"
He draws out a long sigh as he looks away
"Whatever it is you're capable of...I have a proposal for you, if you will."
He turns back to you, continuing as you give him a nod
"There is a branch of the Heishou Pack - the Yôu branch - roosters, they are. Troublemakers at that. They are very...volatile with their outbursts, and it does get quite cumbersome having to constantly reel them in after their episodes."
He fully turns himself to you, holding out an object to show you.
"It's the leash for the Yôu branch. If you are able to work your...expertise, as you have, then I shall reward you with this leash. One tug, and you'll have them around you within seconds, protecting you with their lives."
He turns to look out the restaurant windows as silence befalls you both.
"Though..." He trails on
"I must warn you - the Yôu branch are fighters by nature, good ones at that. So if you do accept my offer... just know that what you'll be dealing with, is a bunch of aggressive roosters fully capable of killing someone just by one alone."
"And yet..."
He turns back to you, and if you weren't dead focused on him, you would've missed the small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth
"I have a feeling that you'll turn out just fine. Call it a...precognition, if you will."
He glances out side one last time before heading to the door, giving you one last indiscernible look as he disappears.
A part of you was questioning his words. He did have a point about you and the Heishou Pack. Rarely, have you had such a large group of animals - human-like or not - be so docile, or at least content around you.
But something was telling you that time, things might not be so easy. But a job is a job, and what did he mean by the leash? Would it actually summon them?
Figuring that the only way to find out was by going back into Hongyuan, you got up and left after your meal.
Roosters...if what he said was true, and the Yôu branch were good fighters, then it was safe to assume that they had sharp claws and beaks.
Surely not the most dangerous thing you've encountered, so what would make this so bad?
Hell.
Or, at least some form of it. It seemed the only appropriate description of what you were going through.
You've been scratched at least over 10 times, and pecked 5 times. The Roosters were not going to make this easy on you. Oh, and some have blades. Where-where the hell did they get those from? Thank whatever accursed god(s) in this city that you weren't attacked with one...yet.
Most of them were staring at you - where the Mao was daring at you to do something to them, the Yôu looked like they were about to murder you on the spot - and there was truly very little you could do here.
While wracking the poor organ in your head for ideas, you felt a familiar, gentle...soft tug on your body.
Looking down - it was probably the last thing you wanted to see right now outside of the head itself - the young Mao was right there, posted up right against your leg.
What. The. Fuck.
Trying not to implode on the spot, you feverishly look around for
A. Where the hell it came from,
And B. Why the hell it was alone.
Seeing that nothing was satisfying either question, you turn back to the Roosters; one of which had gotten significantly closer to you. Following its gaze, you could tell that it was eyeing up the Mao.
"No!-" before you could process it, you instinctively threw your body forward, shielding the Mao as the Rooster delivered a devastating blow across your body.
Collapsing to the ground, blood began to slowly pool around you as the gash felt searing hot. Your vision fades, but you spot the surprise and...respect, in the eyes of the Rooster. Looking over, the horrified expression of the Mao was the last thing you saw before going under.
Was this...death? If it were, then...why did it feel so warm? Wasn't it supposed to be cold?
Before you could dwell on it further, your eyes adjust to a dimmed room. Your body felt like it had been dragged through every layer of hell possible thrice over.
You couldn't move due to the pain, but you were alive. Surprisingly, you don't see any bandages or any scars, for that matter.
As far as you could tell, you were still in Hongyuan...likely in a hospital of sorts, or perhaps somewhere meant for you to recover.
Looking over to the nightstand on your left, you find two objects with two letters attached to each one.
The first one...it was a leash - the same one Hong Lu showed you. Did he actually give you the Yôu branch's leash?
Reading the note, it was infact by Hong Lu:
'Please do excuse the situation you find yourself in, this was the only option to guarantee you living.
I must say, you have impressed me - something I have not felt during my rule here in Hongyuan. It appears you have confirmed what I thought, though...I expected you to not be as...mangled as you were.
Despite that, I have never seen someone willing to risk their life for a member of the Heishou Pack, and for that I present you: the Yôu branch leash.
If you are worried about their aggression still, let it be known that after you were injured, it was reported to me that the Yôu were proud of you for what you did. Resilience is their specialty, and you showed that to them. If I were more naïve, I would say that it was surprising that the Yôu didn't finish the job.
Nonetheless, I fully entrust you to take care of them now, as they will fight fiercely for you with a simple tug of the leash.'
-Hong Lu
Focusing your attention onto the other object, you find it to be a scarf; more specifically, one that the Mao wear.
The note attached was from someone you don't recognize:
'Firstly, let me extend the gratitude of the Mao. You have risked your life unprompted, in order to save one of our young ones.
While you were recovering, I took it upon myself to look over you, making sure you were safe. Many of the Mao visited you while you were out; they wanted to personally thank you for your heroism. Even some of the Wei stopped in to make sure you were okay.
As much as I wanted to meet you personally, duty had summoned me before you woke up, so I opted to write instead.
The Mao are forever grateful, and even if you don't hold our leash, we gave you a way to contact us, should you ever need to. Simply put on the scarf, and we'll be next to you as quickly as if you tugged on our leash. Do not hesitate for our assistance, we will always be glad to help you out.'
Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
Ignorant person talking please excuse me but I've seen a bit of discourse involving Heathcliff's birthday art and how giving him dog features is racist and I'm wondering why???
Like I wouldn't want to portray him as a dog unless necessary, especially post canto 6 since doing so would be ignoring his character arc so I get the dog features being disliked in that regard. But the racist stuff is completely lost on me unfortunately
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