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wri0thesley · 10 months

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I just adore Kaveh, but after your last fic, the petty in me wants to see him suffer.

I really love the idea that darling ignores Kaveh completely after his betrayal. I understand they are romantic and loving, but romanticism as an art movement was all about passion, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

But imagine a darling now 100% obedient to Althaitham, because at least his expectations are easy to understand and he doesn’t rip your heart from your chest with every new trinket or treat from a place you will never get to see. Althaitham is easy to please if you follow the rules, and seeing Kaveh suddenly finding himself on the outs is more satisfying than any reward.

And maybe, just maybe, Alhaitham finds himself softening just slightly. He knows what darling is doing, and it gives him a little thrill each time darling stares blankly at Kaveh and then buries her face in the scribe’s chest instead. In a way, they almost have a silent agreement. Darling is good for him, and he allows these small bratty acts of pettiness. After all, he never wanted you to be spoiled by Kaveh anyway.

It’s even better when darling begins seeking Alhaitham out for more intimate matters, when the craving to be held and praised outweighs pride, but darling refuses to let go of their stubborn streak and find Kaveh, who is surely more gentle. But that determination is one of the things Alhaitham found most endearing in the beginning, so he rewards darling by being gentler, telling her that she’s being good, and showing more affection by allowing darling to stay in his bed, loving how she clings to him in her sleep because he’s the only one she has now.

And just maybe…darling starts to rationalize her situation. She’s never getting free, so it would be best to make the most of it. And Alhaitham had been more bearable lately. More importantly, while they are hard-won, the slight affection he shows, like cupping her cheeks before he leaves for work, or allowing her to see the genuine fondness in his eyes when she curls into his side on that awful couch…those are REAL. She’s EARNED that affection, and Alhaitham wouldn’t lie, he’s always been honest with his intentions and desires of her. It feels more comfortable, knowing that she’s earned a reward versus having her needs and desires manipulated.

Oh, and Kaveh is just MISERABLE. He’s being completely ignored, his gifts thrown away right in front of him, his darling now seeking out Alhaitham, ALHAITHAM!! Over him. And he does everything, begging for darling to look at him with the wide loving eyes he’s used to, not this cold indifference. It’s almost like darling has become more like Alhaitham.

It comes to a head the next time Alhaitham is gone overnight, when Kaveh is hovering with treats and presents, thinking darling will finally fall back into his arms if he begs for forgiveness.

Cue him on his knees, tears in his eyes and his arms wrapped around darling’s legs, looking up and spouting the most heartfelt confession and apology.

And darling just staring down at him with rage and hurt, not saying a word until finally:

“I gave you a chance to have me all to yourself, to live a life with me. But you chose an easy life with Alhaitham instead. Is it so strange that I’d do the same?”

Just uuuuuugh! I want Kaveh to be the most miserable thing on the planet, until he’s fantasizing over what would have happened had he escaped with darling, desperately wishing he’d taken that option instead. Because now, with the suffocating pressure of a roommate who barely tolerates him and a darling who loathes him, now he truly feels like a prisoner, locked away from any and all affection.

anon i don't actually have anything to add to this but i love it so so much and it's absolutely one of the ways i imagine the scenario unfolds after the events of canicular. i love kaveh, and he suffers plenty in canon, but this yan kaveh specifically deserves to suffer.

oh! the pain of 'i gave you a chance'. kaveh realising it's slipped through his fingers. kaveh having to confront that he liked having that power over reader. just like alhaitham. he says he's not like alhaitham but oh, maybe he is--

#nat.txt #yandere for ts #genshin impact posting

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years

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Bats Out Of Hell

It's You And Me, Always: Part 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

It's You and Me, Always

Summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since elementary school and you both assumed that friendship was all you were destined for. However, when you both experience Chrissy’s supernatural death, you are pulled into the secrets beneath Hawkins and find that your feelings for eachother aren’t what they seem.

Warnings: swearing, almost drowning, mentions of death, mentions of blood, being attacked (demobats), genuine pain if I’m being honest

Word Count: 1.1k

<- Part 2: Something In The Water

Bats Out Of Hell

The last thing you heard were Eddie’s screams for you.

As soon as you and Steve had been pulled under, Nancy wasted no time jumping off the boat. Eddie, on the other hand, felt frozen in shock. You were right there.

“Eddie!” Robin screamed at him, snapping him back into reality. She was already stood by the edge of the boat, ready to jump. “Come on!”

She dived in, following her friends down into the deep. The only motivation Eddie had was to hold you again, see your bright and happy smile.

Without another second of hesitation, he dives in too. He wasn’t ready to lose you.

You struggle against the vine that is pulling you under, desperately trying to swim against it’s force. But it was too strong. As you panic, the little air you have starts leaving your lips. Your chest feels tighter and tighter until… you can breathe?

Gravity defies you when you are finally pulled through the gate. At first it felt like falling until you were… upside down.

You landed on the ground with a loud thump, oxygen leaving your body once again. You open your eyes to an eerie red sky, panting for breath.

Steve’s cries catch your attention, snapping your head to where the boy lay. You jump to your feet, running to him, your eyes not believing themselves as you see multiple bat-like creatures attacking him, one restricting his breathing.

An oar lay beside you and you make quick work to beat off as many as you can, desperate to save his life. You weren’t about to watch someone else die.

But, before you could even react, a tail wraps around your throat, sending you backwards.

You drop the oar to the ground, clawing at the creature and struggling as it drags you across the floor with such speed that Steve’s body became smaller and smaller. It eventually stopped moving but kept its grip on your throat just the same.

That’s when the worst happened. An echo of pain throughout your entire body. Bats biting into you.

When Eddie broke through the surface, it took him a second to recover from entry into the Upside Down. As he shook his head, water droplets hitting the ground, he focused his blurry eyes on where Nancy and Robin had ran to. Someone was led on the floor, surrounded by bats.

His heart stopped and before he could even register what he was doing, he grabbed an abandoned oar on the ground and ran.

His arrival came just in time for him to help Nancy and Robin fight off the bats that started to surround them, effectively striking them. He risked a glance to the body on the ground. Steve. Nancy was trying her best to remove the bat wrapped around his throat, Steve thrashing around to gain some strength against it. He was still alive.

Eddie’s breath left his body as he fought and searched. He couldn’t find you.

A burst of energy caused you to lash out at the creatures eating away at your flesh. In doing so, you turned your head to catch a glimpse of 3 figures stood over where you had left Steve. Hope filled your chest but left just as soon.

You tried to scream, but no sound came out. The tail wrapped around your throat was too tight.

Tears escape your eyes as you try and try to scream. Another bite into the leg took your last effort. You didn’t want to give up. You couldn’t. It wasn’t because you weren’t ready to die. You weren’t afraid of death, not really.

You were afraid of how Eddie would react when he found you without a heartbeat.

Realising that this was the end, your last thoughts were occupied by your best friend. Flashes of his smile, the way his hair fell, the smallest flecks of gold in his brown eyes. The rings that glinted in the sunlight whenever he pulled strands of his hair to cover his face, blushed cheeks. But most of all, the one thought crossing your mind, was how he looked at you; like you were the only shining star in the pitch black of night.

Your vision starts to blur, a cold wave of numb flooding your body. White spots laced the red sky, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

You close your eyes as the light in your dims. The strangest sense of calm until…

nothingness.

Steve rips the head off a bat, spitting it out like it second-nature. Eddie stares for a moment, intrigued at the sight. But he still has one thing on his mind.

A small group of bats flutter around just a few feet from him, catching his eye. He searches in the blur of wings for what bought their attention, focusing his sight on a still object covering the ground.

Fear strikes his body. It’s you.

“Y/N!!” He screams loud enough for his voice to crack, Robin turning to him in fright. But he’s already gone.

“Shit!” Steve yells, running after Eddie and the girls following close behind. They’ve all seen what caught Eddie’s attention.

They waste no time in fighting the bats that attacked you. Eddie manages to grab hold of the one that gripped your throat. It’s snarl only made him angrier, ripping its tail straight of and leaving the bat to bleed out.

Steve, Robin and Nancy are still busy protecting the group, but the surrounding bats are unknown to Eddie. He didn’t care about the creatures.

He’s already crouched beside you, shaking your shoulders.

“Y/n? Y/n, come on! Y/N!” He tries but gets no response. He unsteadily presses his fingers to your throat, fumbling for a pulse. He feels nothing.

Eddie pulls you into his arms, shaking from terror. You can’t be dead. You can’t. He wasn’t ready, he wasn’t ever going to be ready.

“Please don’t leave me. I need you. Please, please.” He whispers against your forehead, tears falling onto your delicate skin. “I can’t do this without you. It’s you and me, Y/n. It’s you and me…”

He hugs you tighter. Everything else seemed to fade into a blur. All he could see was you, eyes shut as your limbs are too relaxed for him have any more faith.

He presses his last kiss to your forehead. He can faintly hear Robin choke out a sob, an eerie silence falling over the others only reminding him that you were gone. The ache buried deeper and deeper into his chest. He never got to tell you. He didn’t want to say the three words he had been longing to utter for months now. He couldn’t bring himself to say it to a corpse, to the girl he loved that could no longer hear him. With a shaky breath, he realised. He missed his chance.

But the universe decided a different fate.

You gasped.

Part 4: Escape Plan ->

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princessmariaphiliper · 4 months

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‘Wintering’ Part 3

Wintering (especially of a bird) Spend the winter in a particular place.

Where Arthur and Merlin meet, again, and again, and again. Until eventually- they fall for one another.

Monday December 18th

Arthur entered the church hall.

Christmas was right around the corner, work signed off on Thursday and he was more than ready to relax. Over the weekend heaps of snow had fallen. Covering the world in a sea of white velvet and exciting the masses. He was a little early for the soup kitchen today, having driven straight from work in fear of the icy roads causing major mayhem / traffic.

He rubbed cold hands together, feeling the chill of outside in the building. Cursing Merlin. Merlin who- a few days ago had bridged the social expectation of adding one another on social media.

He had, admittedly, stalked his profile for hours.

Consuming the many images of Merlin and friends. And more of books upon books, black coffee, historical buildings or documents of said historical buildings. The most predominant images however being of the very church he stood in now, acting as a sort of motif on his page.

After some further digging he’d discovered Merlins PHD had been written on said building.

Everything finally making sense to Arthur with a lazy smile across his face.

Zooming in on pictures of Merlin through the early hours of the morning in bleak midwinter.

He’d spend the past few days working out costs of getting the skilled labourers needed to fix the church roof. Ringing them up one by one to interview (interrogate) them about previous projects as delicate as this one. So far he’d found only two men with the dependable skill set that Arthur trusted.

He wanted to do good by Merlin. As a sort of apology for his behaviour the first couple of times the two had met. Not because he liked him or anything.

Definitely not because of that.

Rubbing his eyes with delirium. He listened to a voice singing across the church hall. Stunned by the sound of it.

The church, as usual, was candlelit and smelt of frankinsense. The recently erected christmas tree glowed with red and gold baubles. Mesmerising golden star balancing atop of it. Adding to the familiarity a faint addition of pine. Arthur breathed in the smell. Relaxing into the sound.

Tip me in your smooth waters

I go in

As a man with many crimes

Come up for air

As my sins flow down the Jordan

Oh, I wanna come near and give ya

Every part of me

But there is blood on my hands

And my lips aren't clean

Arthur followed like a dog to its dish, mesmerised by the music.

His heart might very well have stopped beating when the musician came into his sightline.

Merlin was seated at the organ, seemingly in his own world. Eyes closed and singing out.

The blonde stilled in his tracks. Blinking thrice slowly.

Take me to your river

I wanna go

Go on

Take me to your river

I wanna know

Why didn’t he know what to do with his hands?

Merlin opened his eyes, focusing on the lyrics infront of him. Voice trickling from him like water, Arthur was honey, melting into his heat. To look like that was something unholy.

Thats when it happened. Arthur, breath hitched, thinking of every step before he took it towards Merlin. Realisied how beautiful the man before him was. It was as though he was always made to find him here. In this church, snow falling outside with the day dying behind coloured glass.

With his soft raven curls and full looking lips, his stupid black hoodie covering his top half.

His singing dropped off as his fingers fumbled on the organ keys. A faint growl of frustration falling from his throat. He fiddled with the sheet music on the stand, turing over the pages to the front. Beginning again.

“Bravo Merlin.” Arthur was speaking before he registered it. “Didn’t know you were such a songbird.”

Merlin looked across to the voice, startled. Registering the voice as Arthurs. Who was by Merlin’s side in an instant.

“We just met. Theres a lot you don’t know about me”

“I know you’re an imbecile” He jested.

“Thats not very nice” Merlin fake pouted. Arthur coudln’t look away.

“I feel honored to have gotten a sneak peak of the show.”

“Oh - thats not in the setlist dont worry, I’m fiddling with possible contenders for Easter.”

“Ah, well it should be.”

The two looked upon one another, eyes locking. Merlin's head tilted upwards as a disciple, Arthur his secret prayer. A pause swelled. Both captivated. Merlin near enough whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah its lovely.”

“Thank you.” There was a softness in his voice. Arthur wanted to keep it.

Arthur cleared his throat, breaking the eye contact.

“Are you always here?”

“Rough day.”

“Right.”

“You?”

“Food bank, wanted to get here early because of the snow.”

“Of course.”

Merlin suddenly shifted along the piano bench, patting the seat beside himself. Inviting the blonde to sit down. Arthur raised a brow at the boy quizzingly.

“What?” Merlin stated with a lazy smile, “I’m freezing let me steal your body heat.”

Arthur took a seat obediently beside him. Rolling his eyes as he plopped down.

Their arms brush and Arthur holds onto his breath. He can smell Merlin’s chosen fragrance of the day - a mixture of tonka and toffee, He smelt like heaven.

Arthur listened to the light sound of his breathing for a few seconds.

Idly, overcome with awkwardness, Arthur took the sheet music into his own hands. Pretending to read.

“It was lovely you know. Your singing, I mean.” He said in a near enough whisper.

“Whats come over you? Are you feeling well?” Merlin teasingly placed his the back of his fingers against Arthurs forehead. Arthurs cheeks grew warm. “You’re being far too sentimental this evening”

He swatted his hand away.

“I’m just in the festive spirit Melin.”

“That or you’ve had too many mulled wines.”

“Two things can be true at once”

“Hmm.”

“So whats on the setlist for Friday?” He considered his statement, turning towards Merlin enquisitevly. “It is Friday isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Are you - going to be there?” Merlin didn’t look at him while he spoke, Arthur tried to read his body language. Unsure of the answer the other wanted.

“Erm,” Arthur was taken aback by the question. “I was going to come with Morgana yes.”

“For gods sake.” Merlin teased. “Can’t get rid of you.”

“Shut up Merlin.” “Shut up Merlin”

Merlin mimicked, their voices overlapping one another. Pulling a chuckle out of Arthur at his boldness. Granting Merlin a shove.

Arthurs fingers electric as they touched the soft material of Merlins jumper. Pushing him a little too hard, the blonde hadn't realised how close he was to the end of the bench. Merlin, beginning to fall off the edge, grabbed onto Arthurs own jumper in a blind panic. A tiny yelp drawing from his lips. Eyes going wide as he registered the sound he made.

“What the hell was that?” Arthur laughed as Merlin straightened up, embarrassed. Letting the other free from his grasp.

“You’re such a dick.” He hissed in amusement.

“I was going to say the same about you!”

Merlin braced his hands onto his knees, giving into the arrival of the night. He took a deep breath, checking his phone for the time. Beginning to stand, he gathered the papers in front of them. Placing a timid hand upon Arthurs board shoulder.

“I should get going. Get out of your hair.” He stated. Arthur detected a hint of sadness in his voice, but most likely imagined it. Letting go with a smile. “I’ll see you Friday?”

“Yes! See you friday!” Merlins brow raised with a smirk, amused by his quickness.

“Gorgeous.”

Arthur stood along with him then. Pulling his sleeves down to cover his hands, chill rolling through him as he registered the lack of Merlins warmth by his side now. They gazed at one another for a while. Four blue eyes holding eachother. Arthur studied Merlin’s face, up close and soft he looked handsome. With a five oclock shadow upon chisled cheekbones, and cowish lashes fluttering underneath the boys fringe. He marked the freckles dotted around his brow, registering them to his memory.

Arthur realised he was staring. Killing the tensity the only way he knew how.

“Now go away. I have people to feed.”

Friday December 22nd

The churchhall glowed a warm golden colour. Sound of hyms lulling across people in pews. The atmosphere was alive with cheer.

The crowd had arrived around eight, with the concert due to start at nine. Guests cuddled by their coats, hats and scarves protecting them from the snowfall. Shedding their layers as they all became seated. Chatter about deals on turkey filling the room.

Merlin had searched for Arthur in the crowd. Having seen from his instagram story that he’d arrived over twenty minuets ago. Gwen noticed his anticipation.

“Who are you looking for?” She observed, joining him to lean over the balcony. They’d already greeted their group of friends, Isobel, Zeren, Gwaine and Leon having gotten there a half hour back. Taking a pew towards the front of the holy building, a seat next to Isobel reserved for Hunith (Running late due to snowfall).

“No one.” Merlin stated casually. Leaning back.

Gwen’s eyes finally landed on the object of Merlins desires. He was so readable.

“He’s sixth row back.”

“Who?”

“Arthur.”

“Thats nice.”

“You’re a nightmare.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Merlin was feeling all sorts of emotions as they made their way down to the ground floor. Fluttering around the choir and calming nerves with soft pats upon backs and gente hand squeezes. The church was alive with people. Merlin felt love surround him. Scanning the faces in the crowd as he walked over to the organ. He saw Zeren beam, giving a supportive thumbs up as his mother scooched along their pew. Glad she’d arrived on time.

He felt he should be able to relax a little, now Huniths gentle face was giving him that warm motherly gaze she had done his whole life.

But he couldn’t.

And he knew why.

He was nervous to perform infront of Arthur, still having not spoken to him that evening. Scared to look foolish and awkward. Gone were the days he spent thinking of Arthur spitefully. Now, he thought about his tenderness. Hyperfixating on all the touches they’d shared, and scrolling through his pictures. He’d started posting more himself, in absolute glee each time Arthurs handle popped up on his screen.

He’d even written Arthur a christmas card. Like a schoolgirl. Thankfully foregoing the glitter gel pen. He wanted to give him it tonight, after the concert. It was making him feel a little sick.

Merlin found his face in the sea of people, Arthur sat up straight, eyes boaring into Merlin's soul.

He smiled - a timid wave hidden in the crowd. Merlins mind went blank. Forgetting where he was. Brightly he returned the gesture. Warmth filling him. All anxieties being pushed away.

Taking his seat, choir following. He began to play.

“Merlin!” Zeren and Hunith beamed. Both pulling the blue eyed boy into warming hugs one after the other. The rest of the group having excused themselves for cigarettes post performance.

“Hey,”

“Oh darling you were wonderful”

“Thanks mum,” Merlin responded sheepish.

“Really love you’re fantastic.” Hunith stated, pulling him in once again for another cuddle, nearly taking him out. “Thank you so much for inviting me.”

“Mum,” Embarrassed, he made pleading eyes as Zeren as she clung onto him.

Smiling warmly, she steered the conversation, saving Merlin from further mothering.

“I loved the third song, whats it called?”

“Oh,” Hunith released his grasp. “Scenes from an Italian restaurant.”

“Billy Joel.” A voice added from behind Merlin. Familiarity swallowing him whole.

“Arthur” He turned to face the boy beaming.

He pulled the other into a warm hug, forgetting himself. Pulling back to see Arthurs stunned face. So caught up in the hugs and love surrounding him. It took a moment before Arthur relaxed into the hug. The smell of ginger filling Merlin’s nostrils for a brief second before they pull back and let go.

“Thank you so much for coming.” Merlin greeted him. Eyes shining in the festive lights.

“You were terrible by the way.” Arthur grinned cheekily.

“Prat.”

“Dork.”

Giddy. The two smiled at one another, before Zeren cleared her throat. Reminding Merlin of where he was.

“Oh sorry,” He turned to face his mother and friend “Arthur, this is my mum Hunith. And friend Zeren.”

They wave gently at one another. Smiling happily.

“Nice to meet you both.” Arthur oses charm. Pulling the two into tender hugs, charismatically giving them both his notice. “Hunith?” He tested his pronunciation.

“Yes that's it.” His mother smiled at him.

“Beautiful name, Welsh is it not?”

“Thank you, yes. It is. Merlin darling where have you found this man? So charming, you could do with learning some manners from him.” Holding onto Arthurs palms, warming them in her own.

“I’m glad you’ve brought that up actually Hunith, as the first time we met he called me a tosser.” Arthur teased, Merlin rolling his eyes.

“Merlin!”

“There was context for that.”

“No there wasnt”

“Arthur dear I’m so sorry. Just know I tried my best to raise him right.”

“I dont doubt that for a second Hunith.”

“I don’t like you two being in a room together” Merlin said flatly, trying (failing) to hide his grin. The reality was the opposite. Watching the two interact warmed his stomach, in the glow of god and hym. Things felt right. With his friend stood beside him, his mother and Arthur.

December was starting to feel like Christmas.

“Oh,” He took the opportunity, running. “I have a card for you Arthur don't let me forget it.”

Arthur nodded at him. Another killer smile taking residency upon his lips.

The four of them chatted for a while. Small talk and jovial nattering before Arthur had to excuse himself. His parking finally up. Merlin ran to his bag on the other side of the church. Christmas card aquired he delivered it to Arthur upon his return. Before the blonde patted his shoulder in a goodbye. Wishing one another a Very Merry Christmas.

When he had finally gone Hunith and Zeren stared at him expectedly.

“Who was that?” Hunith teased.

“Just a friend.”

“Very handsome friend.”

“Mum.”

“Dashing.”

“Mother please.”

“Yes darling?”

“Don’t.”

“Is he coming for christmas dinner?”

Wednesday December 27th

Hey Arthur! I’m having a party round my place for New Years. If you’re free come along! We’re going to drink and then make our way over to the Minster for the midnight countdown. I’d love to have you there, Hope you had an awful Christmas Dollophead xo

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its-my-whump · 7 months

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Whumptober 12

No. 12: Red

Hummingbird 12

(Story starts here, if you like) previous

...

When Sam's mind came to the next time, he was laying on that soft surface. It smelled fresh, a blanket up to his shoulders. He felt mentally exhausted. Everything was but a blurr of what had happened. He remembered having an emotional breakdown. Waves of shame washed over him.

Nevertheless, his body felt kind of rested. His head was clear for the first time in... how long had it been? Was it all real, or just a nightmare? He was hungry.

When Sam finally opened his eyes, he saw white sheets. He was in this bed again. It felt like the first time he actually really felt the softness of the sheets, smelled freshly washed bedding and realised the warmth of the sun, bringing in light from the window above his head. For the first time he really saw the clear blue sky outside. Everything looked like a normal room, no equipment by the bed, just furniture in light colors around.

The white wooden door, opposide the window, by the end of the bed, opened slowly.

'Grey' entered with breakfast on a plate, Sam esstimated by the looks of it.

It was probably the first time, he saw him clearly after their encounter in the basement, where his heart had stopped. He looked kind of sympatic.

Because of his grey short hair, Sam had stored him as 'Grey', he just realised. Despite the color of his hair, the man really didn't look that old. Some stubbles in his face. Athletic like Sam but not that scrawny, he looked healthy with having a few pounts more than him. Long arms and legs, big hands grabbing that plate. All details Sam hadn't actually registered or saved till now.

Sam moved, wanted to get up from the bed. He didn't know, where he was. As in WHERE he actually was? What really happened. How long he had already been here. Who Grey was. What he wanted. How he could get out of here. Why he had his heart on his tongue last night. Embaressment crept up his face, when he vaguely remembered crying like a baby.

"Did you rest well, hummingbird?"

'That word.' It let goosebumps run down his spin immidiantely. 'This wasn't a welcoming party!' Sam could actually think for the first time. For the first time in god-knows how long. He only now realisied his place in reality and wasn't only but a mere puppet for that guy anymore. Sam instantly decided, that he wouldn't play his part as the shy, intimidated victim any longer.

Anger already flared inside of him. It felt good. Not only really feeling something again after all this time, but to tap into that pit of fire and rise.

Simultaniously, single fragments, pictures, thoughts and feelings were bumping through his head orderless. All this time as a drugged puppet were infact real memories and not just a fictional nightmare.

A muffed metallic sound reached his ears, while he tried to get up. The blanket shifted, dumbstruck he suddenly stared at his hands. "What the f...?" There were handcuffs around his wrists. Frightened he followed the connecting chain with his eyes from his hands to the upper bedpost.

Fear was exchanged by rage in an instant. Without hesitation he started to yank. Angry sounds from metal on metal. His astonishment and slight fear had totally vanished in a heartbeat. He turned even more furious. That was good. With anger he could work.

"What..." Sam looked up from his task. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" He screamed at his captor, his heart hammering painfully, flushing his veins with adrenaline. His agitated ribs protested his movements.

"There, there little hummingbird. Don't overreact. That's bad for your heart. I'll sedate you again, if I have too."

The man was too calm, he hadn't moved from his spot by the door, plate still steady in hand, but his words were a plain threat.

Sam's anger was penetrated by a flash of despair. His eyes went wide, his voice almost sounded like a kid. "You promised!" His facial expression couldn't hide his disbelieve. "You fucking promised to let me go."

"But I did keep my promise. This is your home now. Nobody out there cares about you. You told me so yourself. Look at what's life ever given you. No job, no girlfriend, no real life..."

"Wha...?"

Sam yanked again at the chains, more forcefully. "THE FUCK! That's none of your goddamn business."

For Sam 'Home' wasn't a family or a childhood home. It was the place he called home for a few years by now. It was his appartment, with the bolted door and the safety lock. It was the place, he could ban the world. Where he could hide from everything that was out there, when he needed to. The place where no one except Peter, who was living hours away by now, could ever enter, unless he decided to let them. It was the place, he felt safe.

Still violently yanking, the healed skin on his wrists broke again. Very fast, drops turned into thin streams of red. The stinging and strain on his arms hardly reached his attention, too big the disappointment of a broken promise and this man audacity to decide over his life and freedom.

Nevertheless, Sam felt his eyes watering. 'How could he fall into the stage of a vulnable hurt child again, ever believing the aduld's lies. More frustration, but also rage got the upper hand. "FUCK YOU!"

The man shrugged his shoulders and turned on his heel, a disappointed look on his face himself. "Seems you need some time to calm down, hummingbird."

"STOP! fucking calling me that, you damn fucking PSYCHO!"

He screamed from the top of his lungs, shaking from head to toe with rage. But the door had already closed, leaving him alone with his pain and frustration and a groawling stomach. He could feel his heart jumping from his outburst. Whatever happened in his chest felt wrong. It was hard to breath. A coughing fit aggrivated his overloaded system in addition. He really needed to calm down, or he would probably pass out.

Constantly more tears of anger, frustration, fear and hopelessness summoning in his eyes and were finally dropping onto his bloody hands. Liquids were mixing and big drops of light and dark red colored the white sheeting, while a wave of despair rolled over him.

TBC

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bts reaction when their s/o doesn’t like his kinks

requested? yes.

warnings: smut(+18), hair pulling, degradation, exhibitionism, daddy kink, blindfolding, breeding kink, choking

KIM SEOKJIN

there are times when jin gets too overwhelmed with his job and you’re the only one who can help him ease the tension but you never minded it. it was fun and hot, seeing him all frustrated and just fucking the shit out of you like you’re his personal slave and then later showering you with kisses and praises.

he also never goes overboard, as he knows your limits and he would never try to do something you’re uncomfortable with on purpose. so when he was fucking into you from behind, you were shocked to say at least when you felt his hand grab your hair and pull towards him harshly.

jin was so caught up in the moment, that he didn’t even notice his actions himself until you loudly said his name, making him snap out of it. “shit, what happened?” he quickly turned you around so he could look at you.

“don’t pull my hair please, it hurts” you rubbed the back of your head, grimacing at him.

“oh fuck, i’m sorry. i didn’t even realise it. i’m so so sorry”

MIN YOONGI

“you’re such a good little slut for me” yoongi grunted and your whole body froze on top of him.

“what did you just call me?” you looked down at him, his eyes wide open from your tone.

“i..i-“ he stuttered looking around the room, not knowing what to say.

“please, don’t even degrade me ever again” you frowned but quickly smiled at him to ease the tension.

“i’m sorry” yoongi grabbed your hand and pulled you completely on top of him, wrapping his arms around your head before kissing the top of your head. “i didn’t know”

“it’s okay” you giggled. “but i swear to god if i ever hear those words coming from your mouth again i won’t hesitate to slap you”

“ohh, kinky”

JUNG HOSEOK

no matter how long you know hoseok for, he always manages to surprise you with something new. usually it’s nothing bad, even the opposite but when you felt his hand going higher up your skirt while the two of you were sitting in the restaurant side by side, your eyes almost popped out of your face.

you immediately looked at him with wide eyes and he shot you a smirk, making you anxiously look around. he didn’t stop until his fingers dipped inside of your panties.

you grabbed his wrist to stop him from going further. “what are you doing?” you hissed through your teeth.

hobi leaned so his lips were near your ear. “let’s have a little fun”

you quickly shook your head and completely removed his hand from you. “i’m not doing this in public”

your face was serious and he instantly realised that you’re not playing around and he seriously made you uncomfortable. he felt bad for making you feel this way. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”

KIM NAMJOON

“call me daddy” he grunted in your ear, making your eyes go wide at his words.

“no, no, no” you quickly tapped his chest and he stopped abruptly with a scared look on his face. namjoon immediately pulled out and hugged you.

“i’m sorry, did i hurt you? why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he started blabbering which only made you laugh.

“no, it’s okay but i will never call you daddy” you stated and namjoon’s head shot back up from your neck. he opened his mouth and let out a quite ‘ahh’.

“shit, i’m sorry” he laughed embarrassed at himself.

PARK JIMIN

as soon as the blindfold was put on your eyes you felt strange but decided to stay quiet for a while, hoping that you might like it eventually.

but as time passed, you felt more and more uncomfortable, finding yourself unable to even feel the pleasure from jimin. having one of your senses blocked made you anxious.

“jimin, jimin, park jimin” you called him out, immediately gaining his attention when he noticed the tone in your voice.

“are you okay? did i hurt you?”

you just shook your head and pulled your arms away from his hold before ripping the blindfold off your eyes. as soon as you saw jimin’s face, you relaxed. “i didn’t like it” you admitted.

jimin smiled, realising that tonight’s fun is over, at least for now, he wrapped his arms around your waist, cuddling you to his chest. “you should have said something earlier. i’m sorry”

KIM TAEHYUNG

taehyung always talked about wanting to have kids and you found it cute until he actually wanted to do something about it. it’s not the first time you had unprotected sex and even though you’re on the pill, he would always pull out until one day, when you both were near your high, he started whispering in your ear how he’s going to fuck a baby into you.

you immediately stopped him. “i don’t like this”

“but you’re on the pill, it’s okay”

“there’s still a possibility and these words... turns me off, i feel strange please don’t ever say that to me”

at first taehyung felt hurt because he thought that it means you don’t see a future with him but after you sat down and talked it out he understood you and promised to keep those words to himself.

JEON JUNGKOOK

you and jungkook liked to experiment a bit in bed, usually it ended up in both of you liking or hating something. there are also some things that are immediately off limits for at least one of you and it was never a problem.

but jungkook decided to try one more thing without talking with you beforehand. he thought it might be more exciting or it might bring more pleasure.

so when he was fucking you into the mattress, you felt his hand sneak around your throat as he squeezed the sides of it. your eyes shot open as you flinched and instantly grabbed his arm. “no”

he was quick to pull away from you and placed his palms on each of your cheeks. “i’m sorry, was that too much?” he asked concerned.

“yeah a bit, it was suffocating” you admitted.

“i’m sorry, i should have asked first”

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sserpente · 3 years

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Pastel Blue (Chapter 9)

Synopsis: After his lucky escape, the Tesseract takes Loki on new adventures–but unfortunately, his journeys through space do not go unnoticed and he soon ends up on the TVA’s radar. Working for them, albeit reluctantly, he keeps finding himself in the company of a young woman, Jess, who works in the linguistics department and who has a truly strange effect on him. Smitten by her confidence and smugness, he seeks her presence like a bee hunting for honey and lets her wreak havoc in his heart without really knowing why. But he is determined to find out. He means to escape his new prison anyway.

Find all chapters on my masterlist! ♥

A/N: I am in LOVE with the Loki series. Anyone else?! Oh, I know you are. WE ALL ARE. Enjoy the next chapter, everyone! ♥

Also, now that the series is out, I‘ll be working in little canon details so beware of mild spoilers for the latest episodes from now on! ♥

“What were you doing when it happened?”

“I don’t know!” Jess was pacing back and forth in her living room after covering up the camera with a towel she’d say she ‘accidentally’ tossed there after taking a shower, munching on some peanuts to calm herself down. “I was working on those stupid translations and I realised I’d forgotten some of my books and then I ran out of ink and…” She stopped, looking at him with her lips parted. “I was too lazy to get up and then… I was suddenly there.”

“So your thoughts triggered it. Interesting… Has it happened more than once?”

She shook her head. “No. But I put the earrings in my pockets after. I’m surprised that Mobius didn’t see them missing when I ran into you guys.”

Loki smirked. “Well, he certainly was too occupied with his own employee’s stupidity to notice, I presume.”

“This isn’t funny!” She yelled. Her defending him to do hovered in the air unspoken. “How did I do that? Why can I do that?”

“Mobius knew, Jess,” Loki said matter-of-factly, repeating what he had already told her. She only gaped at him.

“But… Why would he hide that from me? Why would he keep me from using this power if it could be of so much help?”

“I presume that the risk of you drowning the multiverse in chaos instead appeared to be too high for him, especially with the Tesseract somewhere in the facility as well. With your backstory, how likely is it that one day you decided to go your own way, so to speak?”

“But I’m not powerful.”

“Not right now you are not. But with practice… I am sure you could be. You don’t know how far your teleportation skills reach. They could take you to other places entirely, realms even.”

“At least that would explain my obsession with Doctor Who.” Jess sighed. She approached them, dropping the remaining peanuts on the coffee table and sat herself down on his lap, straddling him. Loki reacted to her advances immediately, his hands cupping her waist. “So what are you saying? That I should practice in secret? And then what?”

“I would say find out where it will take you… eventually.”

“This doesn’t even make sense. None of this does. I shouldn’t be able to do that. For Fuck’s sake, not even Infinity stones work in here! Why can I teleport myself?”

“What?”

“Magic doesn’t work in here.” She continued upon noticing Loki’s puzzled expression. “Have you never tried to use your powers?”

“No, I did. It was fruitless. What did you mean by ‘not even Infinity Stones work here’?”

“I mean they don’t work. They’re useless. The Tesseract isn’t the only one that ended up here. There’s dozens. They use them as paperweights even.”

Loki frowned, realisiation hitting him with a start and making him swallow thickly. This place… was more powerful than he had assumed. To think… to think that he had had to risk his life and endure the worst tortures imaginable for just one of them and the TVA used them as paperweights… he gritted his teeth, even more determined now to escape this nightmare.

“L-Loki?”

“It is rather bold of you to assume that I would need my powers to burn this place to the ground.” He purred. Jess raised her eyebrows. Fine… don’t tell me why you just dazed off then.

Beat. Jess leaned her forehead against his and let the comfortable silence between them consume her for a moment. “Are you going to tell me what happened today, Trickster?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Is that really what you wish to talk about now?”

“Please. What was it you called him again? A mewling quim?” She chuckled, making Loki smirk.

“Dave,” he spat his name, “meant to play hero and stop the cloaked figure Mobius saw on his computers. He ran straight towards the eruption.”

“He kinda made it sound like you caused the eruption though.”

He laughed bitterly. “Yes, that is what he would like to believe.”

“So what happened?”

“I pulled him out of there before the pyroclastic ash could get to him. I saved his life.”

“And the cloaked figure?”

“Got away and killed a few Minutemen.” He finished. “He blames me for it and claims I pushed him.”

Jess raised her eyebrows. “Oh, Jesus… that sounds an awful lot like kindergarten to me.” The God of Mischief growled. “But if Mobius did see it, then rest assured, he’ll receive a lecture. It doesn’t really matter whether his employees are time criminals or not, M loves order as much as I like peanuts.”

“Dave does seem to be eager to get rid of me soon though.” He stated, rubbing his nose against her neck, inhaling her scent. The sweetness of her candy necklace filled his nostrils, tempting him to bite off one of the hard pearls.

“You know that no one around here trusts you… oh…” She moaned quietly, feeling his lips against her skin. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying a snack…” He mumbled, sucking on the candy necklace and making sure his tongue darted out to lick over her delicate neck. He purred. Oh, it tasted much better than the sugar pearls.

“S-speaking of which… H-How’s your neck?”

Loki leaned back, frowning. Surprise flew over his face. “Alright. I guess…”

“They don’t usually do this… I mean, they usually just use them to loop you back in place, so to speak. You must have really pissed Dave off.”

“One might say that is in my nature.”

“Oh, it probably is.” Jess giggled before her face fell. “I could… I mean I have some cream that you could use for the burn… I’m not sure if it works on you though, being a Frost Giant and all.” Loki raised his eyebrows. This woman truly never ceased to surprise him over and over. So he gave her a court nod, watching her slide off of his lap, hurry into the bathroom and reappear with a small reddish tube.

Her expression was focused when she applied a small amount of a gel-like substance on her fingers and then slipped them as far under the collar as she could, spreading it all over his skin until the coolness kicked in and Loki sighed.

Jess smiled. “Feel good?”

“Admittedly, yes.”

“Come on then. Let’s go take a walk.” Loki raised his eyebrows, incredulousness swinging in his voice when he spoke.

“A walk?”

“I need some air.”

“Now I thought we’re doing… something else.” He tilted his head, making her grin.

“So insatiable, huh? Come on… it’s only a matter of time until they realise that you’re unsupervised.”

Loki sighed, following the brown-haired woman reluctantly. She had a point though. He probably didn’t have another hour before Mobius would come lunging for him again. It was likely he was already watching him via the security cameras as soon as they left her unit.

He remained silent when she came to halt eventually, leaning against the railing. It wasn’t fresh air per se… but the view, this massive city stretching out before them like a landscape was indeed rather nice. Futuristic.

“It impressed me the first time around.” Loki hummed. Jess shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah… I guess it is quite impressive.” She said. Only she sounded like she didn’t mean it at all. Loki looked at her.

“I keep asking myself… if the timekeepers created everyone around here… then how come they let in an outsider like you? You are not a Variant.”

“No… at least I don’t think so. Not that I know of. I never received a trial like you did. I don’t think I could be reset.”

“Then how would you explain Mobius finding out about your powers?”

“Maybe my criminal parents got involved with them. What do I know? Maybe they could teleport too and caused havoc. It would make sense.”

The God of Mischief paused. “I’m going to get out of this place, Jess.”

“If anyone can manage to escape, it’s you.”

“And what of you?”

“This is home.”

“It is not. It is anything but home.”

“I don’t know, Loki. Honestly. How often are you going to bring this up?”

“I’m sorry.” Jess’ lips parted. Had he just… apologised to her? She turned her gaze towards him, searching for hints of mockery or sarcasm. His expression was genuine.

“Mobius did not fail to point out how I cannot return to my own timeline. But I refuse to accept this place as my new purpose.” He spat. Jess took a deep breath. Loki truly was a riddle and a really hard one at that. It mattered little that his silver tongue had danced across her clit last night—his heart was a fortress and the more time she spent around him, the more she longed to usurp it and get to know the man… god… he really was.

“What else did he tell you?”

“The truth, I presume. According to the TVA, I am nothing but a failure that exists for the thriving of others. Of heroes.” He scoffed.

Jess breathed in sharply. “M showed you your tape, didn’t he?” She realised.

Loki nodded. “Have you…?”

“What? Seen your tape? No… I read all about it but I’ve never seen it.”

Heavens… it was hardly short of a miracle now that Loki was so insistent on keeping Mobius at a distance. It was rather rare the senior manager let anyone see their original timeline—you didn’t know yours either, if there was one to begin with.

His fascination and quite frankly, obsession for Loki was understandable given that he specialised in particularly dangerous Variants but this? This was new.

“Loki… I don’t know what Mobius told you but the way I got to know you, you are the God of Mischief but you’re not a villain. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Remember, I’ve done shit too.” Loki’s expression darkened.

“I wouldn’t trust that sentiment if I were you.”

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angstalottle · 4 years

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Blue Feather

Part 3- Final

As time passed these blue feathers seemed to appear more and more just lying around the castle.

Some seemed to have been dropped by accident but most looked to have been placed purposely, waiting to be found by the other members of the team.

Everyone took this as a sign that Lance was starting to take care of his wings again, that the fistfulls in the bathroom trash had to mean he was preparing to show off his wings to his friends.

As the days passed the team only grew more and more excited by the idea of seeing them. Keith especially wanted to know what his ‘rival’ was working with so he could challenge him to a race.

Hunk was great and all but his big wings were made more for long slow glides with the occasional burst of speed while Keith was constantly zipping around him.

The idea of dancing around the air together made his heart rate pick up, his hands get sweaty and his knees feel weak…

So maybe Keith had some repressed emotions he needed help figuring out.

The idea of actually talking to anyone about these was well nothing short of terrifying, but as he found himself distracted by every little thing Lance did from how he would grin excitedly whenever they found a new planet or would gently bump his shoulder against his when they were about to enter a battle… or how he would so gently run his fingers through his wings while he hummed old songs and the two would just spend hours sat together in a comfortable closeness that Keith never imagined he would have.

It all really came to head when the two were sent on a mission alone together and they ended up spending a night cuddled up close by a fire waiting for a storm to pass.

Lance even called it their makeup bonding moment.

Keith didn't sleep at all that night, he just watched Lance softly breathing taking the time to memorise every detail of his beautiful face…

Soon as they got back Keith went right to Shiro's door and kept banging on it until he opened up.

The door slid open to a half asleep Shiro looking down at Keith in confusion.

“Did i miss the alarm?” he asked followed by a yawn.

“No!” Keith looked down the hallway before shoving Shiro back into his room. “Somthings wrong, Lance.”

That certainly woke him up.

“What happened? Did he get hurt on your mission? Was he captured?!” Shiro was already mentally preparing a plan of action when he heard Keith let out a frustrated groan.

“He's too pretty and it's distracting me and i don't know why!” he tugged at his hair as he sat on the edge of the unmade bed, the blankets still on the floor from when Shiro bolted for the door.

He stared at his adopted little brother for a moment before bursting out laughing.

Keith glared blushing bright red “It's not funny! There's clearly something wrong with me!”

That just made Shiro laugh even harder.

“Shiro!”

“There's nothing wrong, you just have a crush on Lance.” He finally managed to get out between gasps for air.

This was the funniest thing that had happened since Hunk made mac and cheese that turned everyone purple for a week.

Keith stared at him like he had just told him the secret to the entire universe. “Oh...Oh.”

With the dawning realisiation of having his first crush hitting him Keith decided his brain was stupid and it needed to stop existing in a constant state of gay panic whenever he saw Lance.

“Fuck what do i do?” he asked hopelessly.

Shiro sat down next to him and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder “well with these kinds of things you can either confess or wait till it goes away.”

“How long would that take?”

“In your case I'd say never.” Shiro smirked at him as Keith flopped back onto the bed defeated “i don't think this is just a normal crush, i think it's the start of something special that began when you cradled him in your arms.”

“I… i was just impressed that he could shoot a guy while being super concussed.” Keith was quiet for a moment “fuck i practically shoved Pidge and you out of the way to hold him.”

“Yeah poor Pidge nearly had to go in a pod from that too.” Shiro sighed, it had been hard times recently, it was nice to be able to talk like normal people for once and not soldiers.

“You should talk to him, see if he feels the same way and then go from there.”

“He doesn't even trust us to see his wings, how could he ever want to be in a relationship with me?”

That one was admittedly trickier.

It wasn't like Shiro could just tell him that didn't mean anything, he may be wingless but Adam was not.

God just thinking of his fiance made his heart ache. He longed to hold him in his arms and have his beautiful green wings wrap around him letting him know he's home, that the wars over and he can finally be safe.

A person's wings were an extension of who they are, and without showing them Lance was essentially keeping a part of himself secret.

And that hurt.

“Give him time.” Shiro finally said after a few tense silent moments. “I'm sure he will come around eventually.”

Keith sighed “I hope you're right.”

It turned out that they wouldn't have to wait all that long.

Only a week after that interaction Lance came quietly into the kitchen while the rest of the team were sitting eating breakfast.

“I want to talk to you guys”

“Sure buddy whats up?” Hunk asked between serving pancakes.

“It's about my wings.”

That certainly got everyone's attention.

“I know you've all been curious about why i keep them hidden and well i think i owe it to all of you to tell you why.”

Lance pulled a handful of blue feathers out of his pocket and placed them on the table.

“My family have peacock wings but these aren't peacock feathers.”

Pidge picked one up and examined it in the light “these are fake.”

Lance nodded as he turned around and dropped his robe to the ground and stretched his wings out for all to see.

They had many theories about what could be wrong with his wings to make Lance hide them for so long.

They never expected it to be because he had two perfectly formed wings… that happened to be a dull brown.

“Those are female wings...oh” Hunk said what they were all thinking as a realisation filled the room.

And suddenly it all made sense.

All the secrecy and nervousness that seemed to slowly melt away as he realised he was around people he could trust and was safe to be himself around.

“Im trans.”

It was unsurprisingly Hunk that first tackled Lance to the ground in a hug, quickly followed by the rest of the team.

They all sat there for what seemed like hours just hugging and assuring Lance that everything was ok, that he was loved and accepted no matter what.

More than a few tears were shed by all involved, but eventually everyone parted ways, with Hunk going to the kitchen to prepare for a coming out party.

That just left Keith and Lance alone together.

“I think your wings are really beautiful… just like you”

Lance started as a blush creeped its way onto Keith's cheeks as a smile spread out on his own face.

“We have some time now, would you maybe want to go for a fly?”

And so the two spent the rest of the day exploring the peaceful planet together, racing, talking and come sunset perched atop the large trees they kissed.

Lance never saw the need to hide his wings again, why would he when he was loved by people that saw him and his wings and nothing less than Lance, blue paladin of voltron and a man.

#langst #wings au #winged lance #winged keith #pidge #shiro #hunk #klance

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postmodernjpg · 4 years

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Exclusive interview with artist Vadicore for Postmodern.jpg blog.

We had a chance to ask some questions to young and talented artist from Russia who is working in a original unique style and is known by the name of Vadicore.

Tell us briefly about yourself. How did you find your own style?

I was born in the middle of nowhere in a small Latvian town on Baltic Sea. Lived there till the age of ten until we had to run from gangsters. I started to draw just from boredom at school. I could not stand all the bullshit that they fed us there so i found myself in art. Continued at the university the same reason and do it still.

How were your first drawings born? Did you come up with all these forms on purpose or did it happen accidentaly during the search of your style?

I would say more likely it was an accident. I could not reach a decent level in realism so i had to invent a whole world of my own filled with my characters and system.

When you start composing a new drawing do you have a full picture of what's going on in your head or it's more like some sort of an automatic drawing technique?

It depends. Often i have a ready to go idea or a vision but most of the time what happens is that the drawing is telling me where to go. As to progress through the work it gives you hints where to turn. And many things just happen spontaneously. It is dope that you have no such thing as cancel or step back like on a computer or dealing with a pencil cause i always use pens and markers.

How much time do you spend daily on drawing? Do you feel your progress in technique and style?

I did not learn to draw nowhere. I like the fact that all my works are intuitive in a way. I am trying to reach a form that i would consider as beautiful. So you can tell that i have developed my own style or found it somehow if you wish. I tried to draw parallel lines on a certain distance from each other and then some circles in order to master my hand and make the lines more straight and accurate. But to study academical drawing is not my way cause i feel like i can loose my technique which is pure instincts. It may sound stupid but still. There is almost no progress only my imagination got bigger. Some things i realisied through the years with trying and failing. For example i realisied that every single liner out there has its own unique color even the same model. And you better have the work done with the same one. Also when you darken a big piece with a full black segment you can cheat using a marker. But if you stick with your more thin pen that you used already for the rest of the thing you will see that the piece is more accurate and atmospheric. I force myself to practice every day cause it happens so that your original idea can disappear when you do it slow. One A2 sized artwork is done in 10 hours. I am glad when its done in 3 sessions.

What can you tell us about contemporary art in Russia? In what state is it? Does the society support innovative artists or judge it having classical art as an example of how things should be?

I have no trace for contemporary art. Sometimes i find some artworks but they barely inspire me. I am still high on Dore and Giger. From Russia i like Rebus. Also i find very talented Joan Cornella who is more popular today, Skinner is the man, Bonethrower. I love Japanese style, retro futurism. As for the society, unfortunately we have no tradition to make prints and sell them in limited copies for the people out there as they do it abroad. I think the culture and the industry in Russia is in its birth phase. Commercial projects open new doors and make artists more popular but do we need it to be popular? In the documentary “Exit through the giftshop” there was an idea that they basically killed street-art making it more mainstream.

Is there a meaning in your drawings? What do you want to tell your viewers?

Honestly i don't even name most of the drawings. Very rarely. And something long and silly. Example - If Tom Jones be in the room he would laugh like a brewers horse. Or naming with songs that i draw to. It often affects the dynamics of the piece. For me it is more like an endless search for beauty. There are two ways to look at my works. Simply looking at them and you also can try to make your eyes stay out of focus. There used to be those albums with strange patterns and with a certain angle you would get more detailed images like a sailboat.

What does your family say about your art? Do they support you?

From the very beggining they did not took it serious at all and there was no support and understanding of what am i doing. But after more then 10 years in the game there is a lack of respect from them. Now they do understand that for me it is for real and i enjoy it.

Who or what gives you the inspiration?

Only women inspire me. Their movements and bodies.

Do you have other things you love as well as drawing?

I have a small vinyl collection i play the drums. Since 99 i skate. I used to be a rugby player and even took part in founding our own amateur rugby club with my cats.

Name your most favourite artists. With whom would you like to collaborate?

Love Dore, Giger, Skinner, Magritte. I love Edward Hoppers “Nighthawks”. Love Chinese master Minjun with his bizarre smiling men. No collaboration is desired. I have an experience of making art with my friend. We don't speak anymore.

We have an army of talented subscribers. Do you have an advice for them how to overcome the crisis in creativity?

Crisis is a start for new beginnings. It's simply impossible to make masterpieces every single time. I would say listen to yourself, what you want. Or go for a trip. Fall in love. Fight someone. I knew that i will dig in Sepultura and Marilyn Manson so i on purpose never listened to them till i turned 25. Except some hits on the radio. The idea was that eventually you will run out of good music so i wanted to keep something for better days. As a result it was mindblowing. Sure no alcohol and drug abuse. Only pure imagination.

Proposals for Cooperation: instagram.com/vadicore Интервью на русском языке / Interview in Russian

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padawansuggest · 5 years

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For realisies tho who wanna come talk about Obi and Ani being adorable littles who the clones can’t say no to because they’re such dumb little shits who could possibly want to hurt these babies??? No war AU tho. Send me ideas. Or. Fuck it. Or. An AU where much like those fics where Obi and Ani have sex with troopers which are really unrealistic but also I don’t care cause I’m a slut for poly fics?? AU where war happens but the clones decide Obi and Ani would be very good littles and encourage that. Send ideas. I’m bored.

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doctordiscord123 · 5 years

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For realisies this time, 62 and 63 :)

62. Well, I sorta did this one already, but like, some other little things that make me happy is doing theatre. Opening night freaks me out, but every other performance I thrive off of, I played a villain one show and I actually made a kid cry in the audience I was so scary, I consider that my crowning achievement as an actress, so yeah, theatre makes me really happy (the fact that that’s where my crush and two best friends are is entirely irrelevant I promise ahem). This series also makes me stupidly happy. I really enjoy writing this, it makes me so happy that you guys stick with and enjoy all my stupid crazy ideas. Like Yan being Celine? That was a 3:00am fever dream of an idea essentially, but you guys really seemed to like it! This is turning into a rant

63. Not my first name, I really like that one, but my last name most likely. And not when I get married. See, my mom kept her last name when she married my dad, and they were planning on having one kid with her name and one kid with his, but that didn’t happen so my brother and I both have my dad’s name as our last, but we also both have my mom’s name as a second middle name. My mom kept her last name because she’s the last with that name, all her sisters took other names and her brother died before he could pass it on, so I’m kind of thinking about dropping my dad’s last name entirely and doing the same thing with my future kids what my parents’ initial plan was, to keep the name going or her :) Oh God I’m ranting again --

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imaginary-novelist · 6 years

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BTS Jungkook - Pouty asshole.

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Jungkook was a tease. Always had been, always will be. But today he was really taking it to another level. It started early in the morning when you woke up to his morning wood poking your leg. You tried to shift in his arms to get some more sleep but he held you tightly in your place. You realisied that he was awake and that he was doing this on purpose. “Kookie please. It’s way too early. Let me sleep.” You expected Jungkook to be mature and let you alone but all he did was moving his hips against your butt. When you showed no reaction he got even closer and began to moan in your ear. You groaned in annoyance and put the covers over your head. It was only then that Jungkook finally let go of you with a light chuckle on his lips.

But it didn’t stop then. After you both got up and showered he refused to put on his clothes. It wasn’t too unusual for Jungkook to walk around shirtless but today he was only wearing a thin towel around his hips, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination. “Jungkook, you own so many clothes. Don’t you want to wear some of them?” “I don’t feel the need to today. Just admit it, you like me better like this anyway.” You couldn’t deny it but for you a challenge had just began. You wouldn’t give in today. If he wanted to act bratty he would see what he’s getting out of it - nothing.

It was afternoon when you started to prepare lunch for the two of you. You were about to make some noodles when you realised that your favourite cooking pot was on the highest shelf and there was no way for you to reach it. “Kookie?” You called out for your boyfriend. “Can you please help me for a second?” He slowly made his way into the kitchen. “I can’t reach the pot. Can you grab it for me?” “I see. You’re too small and too weak for this task. Luckily you have a tall, strong man by your side. But do I really want to help you?” “Jungkook, I’m not asking you to hunt down a bear, I just need this damn pot. Do you want to eat today or not?” “Watch your language little one and respect the elder.” “Jungkook, I swear to god if you won’t give me this fucking pot in the next few seconds...-“ “No need to be angry Jagi. Here you go.” He smirked and handed you the pot. “Fucking finally.” You mumbled. But he just winked at you and smacked your ass before he left the kitchen.

You didn’t know why Jungkook had days like this but they happened every once in a while. Most of the time he was really decent but on some days he would just snap and you would be left with the world’s biggest asshole. You were eating in silence when Jungkook decided to be rude once again. “You know, I think I need some kind of reward. Since I helped you in the kitchen today.” “Ah yes and what would this reward be?” Jungkook grinned. “I thought you could go on your knees. Between my legs. You know...” He winked again. “Jeon Jungkook. Stop it or I will put my knee between your legs and make sure that your voice will be three octaves higher from now on.” “Look at my baby. Sassy as ever.” Another wink. All you wanted was to smash your head on the table. You really hoped that Jungkook would be normal again by tomorrow.

In the evening he still tried to be bratty, but he was slowly getting back to normal again. When it was bed time and you two were lying next to each other it seemed like Jungkook had finally calmed down. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and tried to kiss you but you turned your face away. “Do you think you deserve kisses after your behaviour today?” Jungkook looked at you with big eyes as his face started to turn into a pout. “Jagi please. I’m sorry. Please just kiss me.” He tried again but you rejected him. “Nope. You were bratty. Brats don’t deserve my love.” You tried to be hard on him but on the inside you were having a blast. Jungkook pouted even more and started to shower your face in kisses. “Please forgive me for taking things too far.” He took your arms and wrapped them around himself. You giggled at his cuteness. “I know I don’t deserve you Jagi, but I want you nonetheless. Please love me.” Sure, you were pissed about his previous actions but when he was acting all cute you just couldn’t resist him. “I’ll forgive you Kookie. But just this once.” His face lit up and he brought his face close to yours finally locking your lips together in a sweet innocent kiss. “I love you Y/N.” “And I hate you sometimes.” Jungkook giggled and kissed you once again. “You love me and you know it.” He was right.

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danganww · 5 years

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Wakeup Call || Asuta + Aite || Trial End

Asuta's eyes glittered with interest as a screen popped up on his tablet. He leaned back in his seat and snickered.

"Looks like some poor fool up and took a nap for realisies!! They had the great me fooled until their pulse rate went down!! Well, well, well... Two shocks in one day is gonna be pretty fun! Eheheheh!!"

He adjusted the dial on his screen and appeared to tap a few buttons unseen to the rest of the people in the trial room. What exactly each tap meant was unclear. He paused after enough taps and raised his finger into the air, dramatically lowering it in slow motion as he vocalized some indescribable sound effect, followed by a small 'pop' as he hit the screen.

Aite felt their body sear as a large zap jolted every sense in their system awake, leaving a painful tingle as the electricity started to flow.

"AUUDHEDKFVNFRORNFKLDBDKFNRKIGRKIFBFCIKGHRKEHFNRIKRHB-FRICK!" Aite bit their tongue in the process of being electrocuted, rather vigorously. Enough to send Aite onto their feet with their hair in a ball of frizz and static. Looking around a bit, shocked, at their sudden awoken state, Aite took a second to look at everything. Kiku was on the floor, Horus seemed hurt, there were votes tallied up for everyone to see on their podiums. Huh, so they did pick Okubo. Not everyone was stupid it seemed. Taking everything in, Aite gave a small cough like they might exhale smoke "What the heck happened to you guys?" Was there a brawl or something?

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nirah10 · 6 years

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From Brian,

Did you know Australia legit may be cursed?

This is not really a political post. I don't talk about policiy or about what Prime Minister or party is good or bad. I am more talking about the history, which leads me to believe the job of being PM in Australia is cursed. Legit.

As this isn't about the politics itself, rather the very bizarre thing that has happened on Australia on the LAST week.

I'm British, but am currently in Australia and it is bemusing and I thought I would share this quirky history.

Australia has not had a sitting Prime Minister fulfill his or her full three year term since 2007. No Prime Minister has made it from one election to the next.

Kevin Rudd, elected in 2007.

Next election in 2010, five months before that election he was cut from his party for being a bully and replaced with Julia Gillard.

Julia Gillard then won the 2010 election, but didn't make it to the next one in 2013. She tried to introduce a carbon tax that was very unpopular and so thinking they wouldn't win the 2013 election with her, they replaced her with Kevin Rudd, his second shot at being leader.

Rudd led them into the 2013 election, but the party lost very, very badly to the opposition. Lost 45 seats.

Tony Abbott was now prime minister. Very unpopular man though.

He pretty much wom because voters were confused by the whole Rudd/Gillard/Rudd thing in the Labor party. Then once they for Tony Abbott they realisied he was a bit of a dickhead.

He lost about 50 ''preferred PM " leadership polls in a row, in which the opposition leader Bill Shirten was ranked higher, so the Liberal party decides to knife him..... Despite seeing how badly that went for the Labor party.

2015, Abbott is replaced with Malcolm Turnbull. A new, fresh face for the Liberal party who is a moderate. Abbott was a conservative and Malcolm promises to bring the party back to the centre.

2016 election, Liberal very, very narrowly wins.

One seat majority. But Malcolm Turnbull is in!

Fast forward to 2018:

Turnbull still hated by the conservatives in the party for overthrowing their right-wing golden boy.

Turnbull tries to introduce a new environmental policies, which would set carbon emissions reduction rates into law. This is the straw that breaks the camel's back. I'm not kidding. They can't get rid of Trump no matter what he does, and in Australia they don't out a Prime Minister for trying to do something about the environment.

The conservatives in the Liberal party are furious. Caring about the environment in Labor's job, not there's!

They urge conservative Peter Dutton to challenge Turnbull for leadership.

He does. Dutton loses to Turnbull by seven votes in the party room.

Three days later there is another challenge (rumours of bullying in the party rooms, with MPs apparently manipulated and harrassed into signing a petition claiming they support Dutton- a female MP has just quit over the bullying.)

Malcolm goes 'fuck this' and decides that if Dutton is going to drown him, he's going to drag Dutton into the water with him.

Turnbull refuses to stand for the party from ballot. He knows in the second challenge he will lose to Dutton. Turnbull's plan know is just to make sure Dutton doesn't get his job either.

Turnbull gets his loyal treasurer Scott Morrison (Sco-Mo) to challenge Dutton instead, thinking Sco-Mo has a better chance. Dutton is hard conservative, Turnbull is a moderate, Sco-Mo is somewhere in between. Turnbull knows the Moderates in the party would pick Sco-Mo over Dutton, and also knew some conservatives might also switch.

It narrowly worked. Dutton was left five votes short. And Sco-Mo, the dude who never really indicated leadership ambitions is now Australia's Prime Minister.

Also, because the last election was in 2016, Australia is due for another one in about 9 months, so might get a shiny new Prime Minister, probably Bill Shorten. Bill Shorten is lucky. Turnbull was always beating Shotten in the polls, but Shorten is smashing Sco-Mo.

Turnbull has quite parliament altogether, causing his seat to be up for bi-election and has fucked off to New York, with the Liberal party in tatters. Turnbull's son is urging people to vote Labor in the next election.

Peter Dutton, the conservative challenger who outed Turnbull and caused this mess, is now in legal trouble over seperate issues. One, his family owns private day cares that may have gotten government funding, two while immigration minister, when denying legitimate refugees entry into Australia, did a favour for a rich friend of his who donates to the Liberal party, and allowed his French Nanny entry into Australia, despite the fact she applied for a tourist visa when the immigration department pointed out it was obvious she was planning to work. At the same time, a returned Australian soldier tried lobbying Dutton as well, as his Afghan translator who worked for the Australian soliders was on a ISIS hit list because he helped said Australian soldiers. Dutton wouldn't hear this soldier's case for his friend, but was more than willing to let the white nanny of a rich dude in. This has come out in the week since Dutton challenges for leadership. Sco-Mo has literally been Prime Minister for a week.

Australia has an election early next year, I'll be back in England by then. But what is funny about this Prime Minister curse, is about this whole 'no prime minister for more than two years thing', this dude John Howard was Prime Minister for like 12 years.

He was PM for 12 years, lost in 2007, and since then Australia has had a revolving door of leaders. Sounds like this dude left a curse to me right? 'No one who wins am election will take their party to the next election after I leave.' bet it is a curse.

And I did not know any of this until I came to Australia last year for work. Like some who knows Australia is on a different level of crazy until they are in Australia. 😂 As the media back home never covers Australian politics. Most because back home in England probably have no idea Australia has basically has 5 PMS in 5 years.

Bit scary when you think about it, as Australia provides a lot of the world with its natural resources. Large amounts of oil, coal and iron ore all come from Australia. They are one of the largest raw material exporters in the world. Not to mention Australia has the largest sheep population in the world and is a huge meat and wool supplier to many, many places. Huge mining and huge farming states. Being close to Asia, Australia''s produce feeds so many people other than Australia, fruit and veg too. So when a country as globally significant as Australia is in this unstable, it is not a great sign for all its allies.

Australia, being smack bang in Asia, is so important to the Asian trade market and political discourse, not only trade but as military allies, seeing that Australia provides quite a few miltary bases on its land for both UK and Amercian troops, because Australia is closer to the region.

Australia are much friendlier with China than Amercia is, because they live in the same area and therefore are in more political discussions and meetings on that side of the world. So if Australia is losing its shit, it might have wider consequences than people would expect.

I didn't know how important Australia was to the Asian political landscape (they are on so many boards) until I came here last year. I did now know how much farming they do here or the fact their fruit and vegetables and meat go all over the world. Or how much natural raw material they export to China. Or how weird their Government is. I lost my shit when I came here and found all that out. I was like WTF.

Part of me with miss it here, as I'm going home soon. Things are quite different.

Did Canada's media cover the fact Australia got a brand new Prime Minister less than a week ago?

Dear Brian,

I will be honest, I only read about a third of this and then skimmed the rest. It's just really not in my wheelhouse of knowledge or interests and that is a heck of a lot of information for someone who's not really into it, so sorry. I do remember seeing something on the news about the change but I was at work at the time so I didn't pay much attention and I'm not sure how in-depth the coverage was. I haven't heard anybody talking about it though, so it doesn't seem to be big news here for the average person.

#hello friend #submission

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