I want Firefist Gregor to kick me in the ribs and look down at me like I'm trash as I puke my guts out and whimper for him.
Should I write that..
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I want Firefist Gregor to kick me in the ribs and look down at me like I'm trash as I puke my guts out and whimper for him.
Should I write that..
Will I be nailed to the wall if I write a self indulgent bloodfiend gregor x human!reader nsfw drabble...?
Thought I could re-post this yisang/reader from my old account
Warning: you die <3
Funeral of the butterflies <3
How long have you been here? time was an alienating concept..can't remember the last time you stared at the sun or gazed at the moon and stars, you've been looking at papers and documents all your life or for as long as you remember at least.. not like your memory functioned properly the blur gets worse with each breach that happened leaving you with the deep desire to disappear. but here you are reading through sickly words your mind can no longer comprehend...did it matter? who were you doing all this for? was there ever a person waiting for you. was there someone on the other side?
...the realization hit you like a truck, staring blankly at the white desk you seemed to spend most your time sitting on with all sorts of files scattered around it. the other clerks didn't seem to notice the piling panick seeping within you..probably lost in their own trance and suffering like the undead dragging their feet with them, despite it all they worked diligently like there is nowhere else in the world they rather be..employees they shall remain for eternity.
till the end of times..
you were unsure of what came upon you as you walked if not rushed to where the emergency pistol was at first frantic eyes stared at it waiting for answers. It molded into your hand perfectly. tailored to the grip.. strange comfort washed over as you held it and the devastating feeling of being in control if not for moment, must you wait for your demise like everyone else? in pain while teeth and claws teared your flesh when it can be as peaceful and instant as one singular bullet..fingers caressed the firearm with quiet thoughts being gentle on your soul for once. rising the gun for the cold muzzle to press against your head as you took a deep hitched breath followed with a couple more hysteric gasps signaling the tears streaming down your face with each sob filled with hopelessness. fear clawed against your skin trying to convince you that it was bad idea and you were just overwhelmed and needed to..rinse and repeat, rinse a repeat, rinse and repea— the horrifying alarm went off amplifying the urgency and danger that follows, you watched the clerks and workers begin to panick, some start to cry..it feels most alive when there's breach. deathly silent when it's not.
'Urgent , *XXXX* has escaped ! We need to—'
the announcement grew muffled in your ears your body refused to hear it. the hand holding the gun shaked erratically as the screeching voiced of an approaching entity got louder and louder your closed your eyes shut bracing yourself for a swift death but....nothing happened..? you didn't hear the sound of screams or cries. not the stomping foot steps or the fearful sounds of entities. cautiously your eyes opened meeting a figure standing beside you. bleary-eyes stared down at you as if it felt sorry for your state but if anything it was you who felt sorry for how lifeless those sable orbs looked at you. the man's complexion was pale akin to a ghost. you then realized his hand was on the gun you were holding , you didn't know what was going on so you just gave it away for him to hold, the man examined it briefly before putting it away and then he spoke "you wish for death to embrace you? despite the unknown." his question left you off gaurd but it's not like it wasn't obvious already what your intents was so you answered honestly,
yi sang hummed in acknowledgement with a distant expression before he walked away he didn't ask you to follow him but his eyes urged you to come along..so you both walked through empty corridors you looked around wondering where everyone was but he seemed unbothered. on his back was a black coffin engraved with white butterflies, so you asked, "What's with the coffin?" he seemed lost in his own thoughts till you striked the question and it didn't take a while for his lips to part, "It's where the souls rest..no more pain, no more fear." You liked the sound of that..no more fear..felt like music to your ears, you spent a pointless life slaving away for this corporation, and now you yearned to feel safe even if it's your last breath you had to take..
the path kept getting darker with each step you took until it was shrouded with in black, below your feet was a bed of white butterflies fluttering their wings as you walked through, it was beautiful..you smiled like you never have before running through the field of butterflies watching them scatter but remain in place, the man merely stared while you ran in cycles like a child, you were free...happy. After a while. you plopped down, catching your breathe and he joined you, placing the coffin down. this time, you noticed the faint smile on his face. You both stared at the void surrounding you, "...is it everything you wished for." his voice broke through the silence, unsure of what he meant, "is there nothing else?" Yi sang looked rather troubled and hesitantly shook his head..he brought a butterfly to your hand. a perfect veil of white with a dull yet steady light surrounding it.
"one shouldn't confine themselves with the feeble image of the afterlife...the beauty of death is as mundane as the silence that follows a funeral.." you didn't know how to explain how his voice was like a gentle wave passing through your soul, you don't remember laying down against him but you could no longer control your body no matter how hard you tried to move paralysed from the neck down, but he held you close for your worries to subside..maybe this was all a strange dream and you'll wake up in your desk any moment now so you enjoyed the embrace and mumbled, "would you ..be at my funeral.." oh.. words seemed to die at your throat as a mouthful of blood gushed out instead, you looked at him with wide panicked eyes as you gradually lost your senses, holding onto him tighter, he pressed a gentle hand against your face wiping the piled tears with his thumb. he soothed your scared gasps for air, your sight faded.. yet you could see his pained smiles and sad eyes, he pulled you close and whispered softly,
"yes..i will."
before it all went black..you didn't wake from the dreaming , you seemed to float endlessly in the void with no one to talk to or seek for comfort..not knowing that you've died a long time ago with your body sitting in that chair limbed and lifeless..along with whoever else that didn't survive the breach.
yi sang wiped the crimson off your face once you were gone before resting you inside the coffin and caressing your cold face..he kept his promise and stayed beside you till the funeral arrived and claimed your body, "Did resting their soul satisfy you? the way you couldn't rest your loved ones." The funeral's snarky tone caused the sinner to clench his jaw he didn't know how to answer that .. but it was true, he had to live with that guilt forever, with wings for a head you couldn't exactly tell what expression the funeral was making but its body language was dismissive, it had already got what it wanted so no point lounging around "maybe one day I'll free you as well."
Hello, I just read you gregor post. The one about yuri. And I just want to ask,
Do you think he'd be jealous on why, why does the other get better, why does my turn is the only one that got bad, why?
Like, except rodya's canto, so far the sinners all ends up in a positive note.
He's probably bottling it up, like, no don't be jealous, they're your friends now you should be happy for them.
Might be just me projecting, but yeah
HI thank you for reading that silly drabble of mine <3 but to answer your question I do think in a way he wonders why he lost things and people dear for him and gained nothing as his canto ending remained ambiguous.
'Eh..? How come everyone gets their solace except me?'
Although those feelings have no malice towards any of the sinners. He believes that everyone should fight their own battle and he is not an exception, you have to keep in mind he has a festering guilt of being the only survivor of all his comrades so he bares the weight on his shoulders and yet he copes by being funny and bringing a lighthearted atmosphere into the air. He knows if he slips up and falls into the spiral of his own emotions and mind then he won't stop thinking about it. (Low-key wish they could give us another Gregor canto but that's only a dream..)
I did two more ~♡
Seven! and Blade Lineage! dongsang on paper
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tumblr deleted over a half of what I wrote for Heath (being asked to go skinny dipping). It just didn’t save. I’m going to go cry. If you wonder why I’ve been silent this unironically happens more often than not cause wonky internet connection. I’m so mad I’m going to start writing those by hand and mailing them out to you /nsrs
Bro that's absolutely horrible im so sorry :(( that's why I kind of recommend you don't write in tumblr but in ur like notes or docs because I remember tumblr would like suddenly have a weird moment and not send the post I was uploading lmao but I hope you get to have the motivation to write it again! anything for the glorious king heathcliff
Day 4 of Gregtober! Prompt was "Casual Outfit" but my fashion is so bad, I just gave him a silly shirt.
Day 4 of Gregtober! Prompt was "Casual Outfit" but my fashion is so bad, I just gave him a silly shirt.
special defense
does this count as anything ???is this art
yes this is very art
Weirdly heathcliff would probably do this...
Dragon of Dojima Meursault
Me with #sangbaek ..I'm definitely writing a sweet fic about them being lovers in an alternative universe or maybe in the past
When you get gregors funeral ego but all you ever wanted was butterfly yi sang...
CRACK BABY YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. BUT YOU KNOW THAT YOU WANT IT..
The after math of gregor's canto..
The events left all the sinners and their manager in despair, yuri's death was forever engraved in their minds and hearts, but they know the life of fixers wasn't easy, and it came with sacrifices. yet gregor's silence was the loudest ... no one dared to speak to him or strike a conversation, not even rodya thought she was able to save him. his eyes would stare into the distance while his lips barely held the cigarette in place and forgotten to be inhaled as it burned away. what could be said to the man who couldn't rescue an innocent yet tormented soul? yuri was like a mirror reflection of himself..
he knew if she was still alive, they could heal together and overcome everything. to protect her when she needed it and comfort her when he could ... but she was gone. yet another shard lost in the glass fragments he can't seem to ever repair. how many did he lose at this point?.
as everyone left for their bed quarters, rodya stopped gregor before he could walk to the darkness of his room. Her lips twitched, yet for once, her words seemed to disperse into nothing but her concern stained eyes, and as if gregor catched on .. he didn't wish to worry her. he smiled or at least tried to and told her to have a good night. and once he was all alone, he sat at the edge of his bed engulfed in his guilt. yuri's bleeding head detached from her body fresh in his mind, replying like a broken record. he should've held her hand and told her to stay in place. Why didn't he? gregor was fighting an endless war in his head, desperately washing away the haunting thoughts, knowing he'll soon drown with them, a fool and a hedious pest is what he was. a soldier had no place in leading a normal life. dying in the fry with his comrades was the goal, and he didn't achieve it. their ghosts embrace his body, instead reminding him of his failures.
the sinner rummaged for his cigarette pack with a shaken hand biting one of the last few left. Getting the lighter was even harder, but he managed to proceed to fill his lungs, hoping it'll muffle the raging voices inside he wasn't brave enough to cry her loss. thinking he was undeserving to seek the comfort of shedding tears for all his loved ones, but that night, it streamed down his face. he sobbed quietly till the universe lost its meaningless existence, muttering his apologies and pleading to be forgiven..
he now visits yuri's gas mask he placed on the bus whenever he could. When it's unmoving, he finds himself talking to her about his day, and everything he finds interesting happened. almost like she was truly still there.
Attention to the limbus company tumblr!
This is my original account that I lost, so I will be reposting things from it! due to unfortunate circumstances, I had to factory reset my phone..
Reblogging is greatly appreciated so I can get the mutuals I had there back tysm !