Everyone always theorizes about the possible dark and dramatic endings to kuro and I’m just thinking, wouldn’t it be funny if it was the complete opposite? The final twist is something really lighthearted. Like it turns out the whole thing has been them playing a fantasy game, sort of d&d style, and making up the story with their characters in Ciel’s living room on a rainy day. When characters die it’s because they had to go home. Lau’s been missing because he’s in the kitchen getting snacks. The plot sometimes seems like it isn’t going anywhere because they’re just making it up as they go along. The lighter arcs are when soma and Lizzy are in charge, the darker ones are mainly due to Ciel being a massive edgelord. Vincent is annoyed that they killed him off right away because Ciel didn’t want to play with his dad, so he keeps popping in to have flashback moments, dragging his friend deidrich with him. Sebastian isn’t even a demon, he’s just Ciel’s older brother that Ciel insisted on being a demon and doing everything he asks. And at the end there’s flashback scenes to them playing out major scenes from throughout the story.
I was at my therapist the other day and I told her about my newest OBSESSION that turned out to be Villainous. Well, she handed me pens and a piece of paper and said “draw it!” and I was like “now?!” and she was like “yes right now” and well okey here you go, have a drawing on shitty paper of Black Hat being proud af of his scientist
“Jacob,” Bella begins. “I love you. You’re my best friend. But… I can’t change how I feel.” Bella’s voice is quiet, and wobbling with emotion. “Because it’ll be him. It’s always him.”
Anguish sweeps across the wolf’s fierce face, and it’s even harder to take, Bella thinks, than if he were in human form. It is moments like these where she’s amazed by just how human Jacob is– how life exudes from every inch of his skin, even more so when he is his wolf.
While the division and its
workings are not generally known among lower ranked officials, it is regarded
with utmost respect, and a highly coveted rank among the few that are aware of
its existence, however , fewer know of its true workings.
Operating as a small
task force for anything and everything of the utmost importance required of the
emperor, The HOUND division is primarily made up of high functioning members of
the imperial military too valuable to dispose of for skill, or place in
imperial prisons, for information. While it is a position that can be applied
for or assigned to (however rarely) it is not generally known that its members are
made up of those who have either tried to leave the empire, have become disagreeable, or too aware…
Each Squad has a handler, of
either a dark council member or one that directly answers to it of superior
rank. The handler is in possession of 1 conditioning code word for the squad as
a whole and one for each ‘Pack’ member. Control and surveillance is always overseen
and maintained over each squad. Members rarely succeed 2 years of service.
But Connor’s already storming off, and Evan… Evan can’t let him
take it. He can’t. What if he shows Zoe? What if he shows the whole
school? No. No. He can’t. He can’t let that happen.
It’s the fear that pushes him to run after Connor and grab his arm,
pleading for him to stop. And when Connor twists around and yanks his
arm out of Evan’s grip with a vicious, “Get the hell off me!”, Evan
won’t deny that he flinches back and almost runs off. If
it were any other situation, he’d retreat and let Connor go. Let it go. But the panic of imagining how much worse this could get if he did keeps Evan right where he is, and he ends up pouring out a rambling, stuttering explanation.
“Please, I really need that back,” He says, voice wavering embarrassingly while his hands
flail in nonsensical gestures. “It really wasn’t meant for you. Like, at
all. I have a therapist… and they said, they wanted me to write a
letter to myself. You know, like write positive thoughts
and all. And that’s supposed to make me feel better. A psych yourself
up sorta thing. But like, it didn’t work. It doesn’t work. Because…
haha, because you know, it really hasn’t been good so far? It’s been
pretty bad. I mean, you shoved me on the
first day back. Not… not that it’s your fault! I don’t blame you!
Like, who likes it when someone’s laughing at them. I sure don’t. But I
wasn’t, by the way. Laughing at you, I mean. And… um, where was I
going with this? The letter! Yes. I have to bring it to my session, it was an assignment. So um… if I could get it back…”
He trails off with an awkward laugh, eyes flickering down to stare at the ground and face burning in shame. He’s so screwed.
disgusted scoff is enough to tell him he’s ruined all chances making it
out of this with any semblance of dignity or a even lack of animosity
from the guy.
Evan nods. Words aren’t doing so great for him, afterall.
“They think a fucking letter is going to do anything? What a load of shit.”
Again, Evan nods.
“They always think they know what’s best. They don’t even think that
we all got our own ways of dealing with shit. Or that things that work
for others isn’t going to work for us. You. They won’t work for you. It
doesn’t help, right?” Connor asks.
Evan hesitates, then shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs. “It doesn’t help.”
“But you gotta show something that makes them think you’re doing better?”
There’s a loaded silence. Heavy and uncomfortable. He can feel Connor
staring him down, but he has no idea what the guy is thinking.
“Here, then,” says Connor, and then he tears the letter in half. Right in front of Evan eyes. And he folds it over, and tears it again.
Evan can’t believe what he’s seeing, his mouth opened in dumbfounded
shock. Connor looks back at him with a raised brow, like Evan’s the one
“Look, don’t show them this. Show them your cast instead.”
Looking down at his cast, all Evan can see is the glaringly, obvious
blocky letters of ‘CONNOR’ scrawled over it. He’s sure the confusion he
feels is not at all subtle.
“Tell them you made a friend. So you forgot about the assignment. Or
you were busy,” Connor explains. “It’ll look a ton better than that
sorry excuse of a letter you wrote.” He holds his hand out and drops the
shredded remains of the letter into Evan’s
hand. “Or don’t do it. I don’t care. It’s your fucking life.”
“Oh…” says Evan, fingers clasping over the pieces of paper in a
loose grip. “Th… thanks.” It’s a good plan. A good alternative. One
that won’t make his mum disappointed. But does he really want to lie?
'Haven’t you, already?’ says a voice in his head. He glances back at his cast and thinks the voice does have a point.
“Guess I’ll see you around then. Later.”
He looks back up to see Connor already walking away. Of course, he wasn’t expecting a friendlier goodbye. He’s lucky he didn’t get punched or something. Thank goodness for small graces, huh?
thank you.” It startles Evan to realise he’s even calling out to
Connor. But he supposes the guy’s helped him out. So he should be
grateful. He raises his broken arm. “For this. Thanks.”
It’s possible he’s imagining it. But he swears he sees Connor look a little less murderous.
And then, the impossible happens.
Connor smiles at him.
Evan nods emphatically. Maybe… maybe this isn’t going to be such a bad day afterall.
But then Connor’s smile drops, replaced with a menacing glare.