kind of embarrasing when your life is actually going pretty well but you still have mental health problems. it's like when you drink water but still have a headache like what the hell. you're telling me this isn't because of the Situations i'm actually just like this. i want a refund.
Everytime reader ragebaits yan jia huan, they run off to little huan for protection
Oh my gosh he'd be fuming like genuinely. Little Huan tells him that it's not good to bully people even if we like them, and he just hangs his head in defeat. Watching that bum begrudgingly nod along with little Huan's (rightfully) defence of you is a sight you'll never forget.
In readerβs place I would crush out on the first day and trash whatever room Lordluβs assigned me too nglπTearing up all the books, breaking everything in sight and tossing that at him
He'd just stare at you like a dissappointed parent like are you done throwing your little tantrum. Did it do anything for you? Are you now somehow out of his reach because you broke his... sniffles.. favourite vase? He doesn't care. You're free to do as you pleased as long as you stay with him (that's a fat lie and he knows it).
roland has genuinely invaded my brain i can't even functiom properly without hearing his that's that and this is this someone help me i didn't even want to simp for him at first cause i don't wanna be a homewrecker now i tried getting him out of my head by lobotomizing myself yet his stupid fucking smiles is still stuck in my brain wings help me i want- no i NEED him so bad it's actually killing me
Its not homeworking if you take him AND his wife #BISEXUALWINNNNNN.
Anyways thgs is actually really real anon I didnβt think I'd like him as much as I do either but like there's smth so charming and endering abt his sogginess.
The popularity of the "incompetent stupid piece of shit husband and competent wife who loves him anyways" trope in media is a psyop to make women believe its normal to settle for an incompetent stupid piece of shit husband
Well, can you write something about a possibility Yandere Angela and a Sephirah reader who treats her like a person? Maybe instilling the want to live, therefore indirectly causing Angela to want to become human and become Sephirah reader's idea of her?
I love Angela, and I think this is interesting. You don't have to write it if you don't want to. Love from your fellow insane writer
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Zumzum ily pls dont go bald
Have Cake, and Smile
Yandere!Angela x Sephirot!Reader
Primarily focuses on Lobotomy Corporation, but some mentions of Library of Ruina.
Warnings: Obsession and general yandere behavior; canon-typical violence and death (mentioned); drug use (mentioned); relationships and characters displayed inaccurately (Angela POV); not proof-read
Note: Time to write my favorite blue-haired AI <3 Hope you can catch the reference made to another fictional AI in this too <3
I really need to finish Library of Ruina. For Angela *insert Do It For Her image with Angela*
It was likely you were someone who thought of anything that displayed an ounce of sentience or human-like intelligence as equivalent to a human, or at least like it enough to treat whatever it was as a person.
With an Abnormality, this could be deadly. In fact, if you weren't a Sephirah yourself, it would be deadly. You would be dead, forgotten, and the world would move on.
But you died once. And now you're a conscious within a robot managing a department at Lobotomy Corporation. If you're the same as who you were before or not, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that kindnessβor is it pure delusion?β stuck.
Whatever department you manage isn't important either. But let's say you run the Maintenance Department. At the end of each workday, you and your employees come by to clean up the mess. Bag up the corpses and mop up the blood. And repair any damages the Abnormalities or employees made to the containment procedures.
This leads to interactions with Angela. Day after day you debrief with her, telling her the costs of what damages needed more to be fixed and everything that needed to be done. She listens, same impassive smile, watching calmly as you congratulate your employees on another day of hard work and send them to the dorms.
You don't typically interact with the Manager. Why would you? His job was to manage the employees during the day. Your job was to clean up any mess caused from his mistakes.
You have a ritual of sorts. Whenever a Memory Repository rolls around, you request a few cakes to share with your department. Typically, this request is denied, and you simply go make the cakes yourself. It's part of the reason many employees clamor to join your department whenever an opening arises. Your department is peaceful too, as are you.
Once, Angela questioned the necessity of your ritual. You just offered her to join you, which she declined. But ever since you regularly offered her to join.
"Why do you wish for me to accompany you?" She asked one day.
You told her because she was always alone. Wouldn't it do her good to have friends? Furthermore, enjoying food was a welcome experience you were still fortunate to have despite your body.
"I am an AI. I am uncertain if it is possible for me to eat?"
Wouldn't she like to try, you asked. Try food, test if she can eat? If she cannot, she can simply blame you.
She did not understand why you treated her in such a way, but she relented.
The time loop was harsh on her, after all. But maybe a bite of cake would be a welcome experienceβ¦
What was ten seconds to taste cake was a thousand to her. A thousand wonderful seconds compared to the billions of agony she went through before. Your employees were a little wary at her joining, but did not attempt to fight back.
You asked her if she liked the cake.
"β¦It is passable." She concluded. And then, in a voice barely a whisper, "Thank you."
You did not catch this, but ever since that day, Angela agreed to join in on your little ritual. And your requests began to become approved. But the timeline wore on. Managers were reset, days started anew, and nothing every seemed to change. But your ritual remained, as did your kindness, even towards her.
"Why do you speak to me the same way you speak to your employees?" She asked once.
You asked if she was not a person.
"I am an AI." She repeated, as she did so many times before. "I am not a human, and yet you seem to think of me as one."
She looked like a human, and she seemed to behave like one.
"Hm? How so?"
She could speak, she could think, and she even had opinions of her own.
"As do some Abnormalities. But they are not human, and it would be foolish to make the mistake of thinking so."
You asked if she thought she was an Abnormality.
"I do not, but I do not make the mistake of assuming I am a human."
You point out your own robotic form, asking if you do not count as a person.
"You have the mind of one. I simply have the appearance."
Silence, for a moment, and then you asked if she wanted to be a human.
"β¦"
She never gave you a response. And soon, you got up and left.
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Angela's favoritism towards you was obvious among the other Sephirah. She'd speak down to them, but with you be polite and behave as if you were her equal. She'd calmly allow their employees to die, yet would give you time to mourn when the rare occasion came you lost one of yours. But the most evident of all was when the day ended and she spent her time hovering around you.
Now, you did not typically interact with most Sephirah, save for when you started work and needed to hear about what Abnormalities got out that day and who they killed. Perhaps who you interacted with the most would be those responsible for training or handling employees, but even then it would be rare. You almost never descended down to the bottom layer, much less interacted with Binah, Hokma, or whoever ran the Architecture Department.
And the Manager⦠well, as time wore on, you started to speak with him more. Even if to simply offer your missions and forcibly remember how you died. And how agonizing it was.
To be torn apart by something you once trusted⦠How cruel.
Yet your ritual remained. And you remained. You always remained. Even as employees went, you remained to mourn and remember them. Even as no one else seemed to care.
Angela asked you about this, once.
"Why do you seemed so bothered when an employee is lost? It has happen so often it would be natural to become used to it by now, no?"
You told her all dead should have someone to mourn them. Including her.
"I am incapable of death. As are you, for that matter. Your body may become damaged, yet that shall be repaired. It may be destroyed, and it will be rebuilt. You cannot die."
All the more reason for you to mourn someone when they go. After all, you died yourself.
"And yet you are back. And I cannot say anyone mourns you."
So you'll mourn yourself.
She fell silent at that.
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Your meltdown came swiftly and harshly. Ironic someone who's job was to clean up when Abnormalities broke loose instead spent their whole meltdown trying to let them free.
Angela didn't interfere. After all, she wasn't allowed to interfere in matters like this. But something within her ached. If she were human, it would be her heart. But she is not one.
Yet you continue to act as if she is one.
Once your meltdown came to an end, she approached you. There was no passive-aggressive tones or cutting words, merely her silently standing over your smaller form.
She didn't say a word as you looked to her.
"How long until all of this is over?"
She didn't know. But even without a face, she saw your smile.
"I think this will end soon. And all our suffering will be worth it."
Not her's. Her's will never be worth it.
She didn't understand how you looked at that man and smiled like how you did to her. Or to the other Sephirah, who seemed rather apathetic to your struggles. Or to your employees, who's lives were meaningless and easily ended. You were an emotional thing.
But when you smiled at her like that, any ire towards you faded. You were by far the most innocent of the Sephirah, even if to the point of foolishness. But it was alright.
Even if you stand against her on the final day. Even if you don't smile at her when she keeps some of the light for herself. Even as you ignore her as she enters your floor of the Library. It will all be alright. She's a patient woman, after all. She's suffered through thousands of years of agony, after all. It will be worth it.
The two of you shall have cake, and you will smile at her again. As if she was a human.
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