Verlaine's Main Series Debut (spoilers)

verlaine's main series debut (spoilers)

okay so y'know how there's supposed to be a tripolar singularity which is obviously fukuchi

there is also shown to be this beast

it seems to be a combo of aku (who is always with atsushi, so therefore atsushi) and some demonic beast singularity. you know who has a demonic beast singularity?? VERLAINE. WHO NEEDS HIS DEBUT. guivre is here, y'all!!! anyways tripolar singularity that is the combination of three homosexuals vs one homosexual and two swords that have god in them... who do y'all think will win (it's going to be my pookies I swear it will!!! I actually really like fukuchi too, though.)

still, obviously just creating a tripolar singularity isn't the entirety of fyodor's goal. so... what next? he has wanted atsushi this entire time because of his connection to the book, so it must have something to do with that.

on a side note I now must take over the verlaine tag so people have fanfics for when he's in the main series and people really go wild over him. expect nonsense <33

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I'll tell you how I've been there too and that none of it matters

verlaine verlaine verlaine!!! my pookie bear!! unrequested but necessary. things that make verlaine feel loved.

when you hold him. when you, you, you who knows him and cares for him and tells him you love him for who he is holds his sinning self in your arms like he's a baby, a flower, something more delicate than silence. he loves to be fragile for you, but he would not mind if you even dropped him and he shattered into a million little pieces. he knows you would put him back together, though. he's a puzzle you will never hesitate to put your all into solving. he craves for your warm fingers to gently hold his broken pieces together, caress the new masterpiece slowly and kiss it with soft, precious lips like you were sealing a response to one of his love letters. when you make sure his coffee is always hot. oh, god, good good, you're thinking about him. you're thinking about even the smallest things to make his day better. how can this be anything but true love? how can he show it back? how can he honour your name, your holy presence and build you cathedrals of care? the least he can do is memorise all your preferences, he can't stand your disgust of anything. if there is a day when you are disgusted by him, he will slaughter himself then and there. if you don't like blood, he will happily drown himself out of sight. when you make sure he goes to sleep. even then, you will do your best to make sure he will get as much sleep as possible. he tries to stay up to watch over you, but you beg him to calm down because you love him and want him to get rest. that alone is enough for him to bend to your will immediately. he will sometimes stay up thinking if you're lonely, and will seek you out immediately if he worries about you in any way. he's learning to avoid that a little bit because then it ends up disturbing you and he feels guilty even though he is perfectly aware that nothing matters more to you than him. when you go along with whatever he says. you trust him completely, so whether it's a mission or out and about you know he will make the right choices. he is sometimes a little stressed because now you have weight on this scale and he can under no circumstances mess up. you don't even mind if he does, though, his imperfections and mistakes are part of what makes him oh-so-human. in the end, it's your complete and unwavering faith in his humanity that leaves him dragged awe-struck into your orbit.

he's my cutie patootie mass murderer baby <3 you couldn't keep him out of my mind even if you gave me a lobotomy.