#saedriasnt

[saseossi-blog]

who did this fool think he was? yucheon wasn’t fucking breaking into an apartment. no matter how desperate someone was to get the phone back.

[ yucheon. ] i don’t see a keypad. [ unknown. ] really? because i have a code for a keypad... are you sure...?

he pretended to look closer; the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. this wasn’t good.

[ yucheon. ] i still see no keypad. [ unknown. ] i can see you. i know you’re lying. are we going to try this again?

every bone in his body screamed to run; but his legs and brain weren’t cooperating. the color draining from his face; a shaky hand began to text back.

[ yucheon. ] what? [ unknown. ] plan failed.

the pink haired librarian wanted to run - wanted to scream and flee from whatever the hell was going on. but it was too late; seeing as a much taller man was suddenly in front of him with a shock of white hair.

“ah -”

@saedriasnt / casual && deep route prologue bad end.

[xvinushka]

@saedriasnt

"You’ve done well, Saeran." 

Was it cleansing or sheer anger at his brother that had made Saeran come out -- ? It was a little less painful looking at him now. A man -- not a child clinging to her skirts. This had been a particularly difficult cleansing as even Ray could be desperately stubborn, and it had been painful to witness, but she knew it was for the best. It was only salvation. It was only letting out the strength he had inside him.

The Savior was so proud of him.

Proud of how his anger mirrored hers, and even better -- overpowered hers. It was fine that he was sometimes too brash or too cruel. That was what she was here for ; a guide. One day, she wouldn’t need to guide him anymore, and he could take over and save her too.  

Weakling Ray was gone. Just like her weaker self was no more.

"How are you feeling ?"

[hackermemelord]

I’m laughing bc the whole dash rn is crack rps

[xvinushka]

saedriasnt a réagi à votre billet : I love how you all keep sending painful memes to V...

i’ll be mean to zen :|||||

Saeran is an outlier who shall not be counted

[hackermemelord]

@saedriasnt // Cont. [x]

       He breathed out the air he inhaled first before Saeran replied. He was frozen, almost forgetting to breathe in again.

       He tried, he tried... but he could no longer hold the tears from falling. This was the top of all the emotions he had ever felt and it was like a bubble that kept growing and growing until now...

      It bursted.

      Tears began streaming down his cheeks. All that ‘don’t cry, you have to be strong for him’ was just a set of mind he had, only so back then Saeran could rely on him as the big brother figure he was to him. Holding back had become a burden to him.

      His eyes narrowed, glossy, moist with the tears that kept forming. His lips parted open slightly as the tears fell. He could taste the salt in them. It was visible, his jaw was lightly trembling as he was attempting to say something. Lips quivered until he swallowed thickly and quickly turned his hand so instead he properly gripped on Saeran’s hand.

      He used his free hand and picked it up to brush off the tears.

      “I’m sorry...” Saeyoung apologised for the pause and that he couldn’t hold back the tears. His hand squeezed Saeran’s. He inhaled deeply to calm himself down.

[saseossi-blog]

@saedriasnt / he is a good boy, isn’t he?

obediently does his mouth part; letting the other gain access. pale fingers happily rest on the other’s chest; right in the center of his chest as dark eyes slid closed. he knew he was safe, now, safe in saeran’s hold. sure, between the brainwashing and the torture, the elixir dosages and the pain he went through to be broken; it was a terrible ride.

but yucheon had noticed something that finally made him break to saeran’s will; and it was something he’d felt all his life. and now, to saeran at least, he wasn’t invisible - he was useful and loved ( in some way, at least ) and that was okay with him. if saeran wanted complete control, yucheon would happily give it.

maybe being broken wasn’t so bad, right?

“sorry, saeran-nim.”

yucheon knows he should’ve used honorifics, but the common speech slipped out - a bad habit he was really trying to break. all of his previous life was practically forgotten about: hell, his job might be slightly worried, and so might his siblings; but who cared? no one cared for him when he was alone.

maybe saeran’s practical stalking to find him was kind of cute, in a weird stockholm syndrome way.

[golden-sunshinex-blog]

@saedriasnt continued from [X]

A short gasp is all that manages to escape from the woman but there is no fear present there within her gaze. Perhaps she naively believes that no matter what she may have put this boy through, he would never lay a finger against her. She was the one to save him. The one to give him the strength that he now held - this confidence that seemed to rival even her own. If he wished to harm her then that simply was proof that he no longer needed her. A depressing thought but bittersweet in nature. To overshadow her would mean that his strength had reached the farthest distance, more than her own. He might be able to achieve her dreams better than she ever could. He might be the true Savior for them all. “If you truly believe that you can rule this place without me at least by your side then perhaps you truly are not as intelligent as I took you for”. Yes this was a foolish thing to be saying to someone who held a gun to her face but if her own son wished to end her life then that simply would mean she had failed. No, she did not wish to die here - she wished to see him reach those heights that he had set his vision on. She wished to see him reach his goals, the ones that seemed forever out of her own reach. Could the devil truly win? Could it ever survive within this world? Maybe Saeran could answer this question that had plagued her mind for years.