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diaryofanidiot · 8 months
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The Experiments
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader
Chapter list: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, <4>, 5
Cw: Swearing; torture; blood; medical experiments; panic attacks; malnourishment
Summary: For over a year, Y/N was held in a soviet experimentation facility. Forced to fight and claw her way to live, she managed to stay alive. When the 141 rescues her, they get way more intel than bargained for.
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Chapter Four
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The walls surrounding me felt blurry as i was dragged off. Were they going to kill me? Had i outgrown my usefulness? This wasnt happening... none of it felt real.
A muzzle dug into my jaw as it had been strapped on too tightly. I had discovered what they've done to my vocal chords. This was my punishment for trying to use it against them.
My face scrunched in agony as i was painfully thrown to the side. A long-range tazer was pointed in my direction as a warning, while my binds and the muzzle were roughly undone. I looked around wildly, trying to figure out where i was or what was going on.
"(Y/n)???"
I was forced to my feet roughly.
"Go." Was all I heard as two metal prongs pressed to my back. They were forcing me into a room like a zoo animal. I wanted to fight, but the threat of being electrocuted kept me from doing so as i complied with the orders.
As I stumbled into the room, I noticed another person looking at me with fearful eyes. He looked worse off than I did. His arms and legs were littered with deep cuts and bruises, some still bleeding.
Before I could question it, the door slammed shut behind me and locked. I rushed to it, banging relentlessly. When i finally processed that it was a futule effort, i searched the room desperately. Plain walls and a floor stained with blood were all there was.
The sight of the dried blood caused a panic to stir inside me. I looked to the only other person in the room, as if he had the answers. He was keeping his stare on me. It looked... feral. No longer fearful. His eyes peered through each layer of me. From skin to muscle, bone, and marrow. It looked as if every movement i made was being dissected down to the last atom. Was this what I was to become?
An intercom crackled and a voice came through the speakers "ебать ради... Fight." It commanded.
A chill went down my spine. This wasn't a cell. It was my own personal Collosseum. A test. One that this man had clearly taken before as he began to stalk circles around me like a wolf.
"(Y/n)... alm down- not ther-"
A shiny spot on his neck caught my attention. Scales? I wasn't sure. All i knew is he was done sizing me up.
With a hungry grin, he charged me. I didn't want to fight, but in this enclosed space, it was clear I had no choice. I weakly dodged the throws he sent my way. I wasn't as experienced in fighting, but adrenaline was a surprising thing.
After minutes of being on the defensive, I realized I'd need to switch it up. I was getting tired. Maybe if I won the fight, this would end.
I dont know how many attempted punches i threw before a leg swept under me, knocking me onto my back and ripping the air from my lungs. I felt a weight straddle my hips and hands wrap around my throat.
A sickening feeling settled in my gut once I realized. This fight was to the death. There were no announcements to stop what he was doing as he choked out my life force. Just me... and him.
"Ghost, we need you!"
I turned my head and bit down, my canines piercing the skin of his wrist with ease. I opened my eyes once the grasp on my throat was released; my surgical scar now throbbing from the pressure that had been put on it.
"Bitch." My opponent cursed. I watched fearfully as he opened his mouth. Two glands were surgically attatched to the roof of it. I barely had time to realize why before a mace like spray had been shot into my eyes from the glands like a spitting cobra.
I cried out in pain as I was blinded, my body turning in an attempt to crawl away. Somewhere in my adrenaline filled brain, I remembered my new ability.
The moment a hand grasped my ankle, I turned and screamed louder than I ever had before. The sound echoed off the brick walls, bouncing all around. Something was different this time.
While I was blinded, my hearing had amplified. The scream was louder in all places but one. The space right next to my ankle.... the space where my assailant was writing on the ground, assumingly covering his ears in agony.
I took this moment to fight back.
"Come back to us, (Y/n). You're safe."
....who was speaking to me?
I began to let out small screeches, listening to the sound as I blindly searched for my opponent. He fought me once my hands brushed his body. Found you.
I quickly moved closer to his face and let out a deafening level screech before taking bite after bite out of him. My jaws soon found their target clamped around his throat and clenched down. I could feel his esophagus crushing between my maw with a sickening crunch. I could feel the flesh move between my teeth like an unsteady beating heart as he struggled to breathe. The metallic blood filled up in my mouth before spilling out the sides of my lips, dripping down his skin like a fountain.
He stopped struggling in seconds. To kill a serpent? Aim for the neck.
I understand now. To defeat your opponent, you need to truly understand him. I became just as feral as he at that moment.
"(Y/n) snap out of it." A gruff yet familiar voice flooded my ears. "You're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you here."
My visual input flashed between past and present. I didn't know which was real. The only real thing was the pounding in my head and the spasms of my muscles. Along with...a soft touch on my back?
"That's it... you're safe. You're here with us. I need you to breathe (Y/n). Can you do that?"
I tried to speak, but a strained whimper was the only sound that made it past my lips.
"You're alright. Just keep breathing."
I blinked myself back into the present. Greeted by an all too familiar set of eyes.
"Ghost..."
"Yea, I'm here now. You're just having a flashback. Youre safe here with us."
Us? I looked around the room and saw the rest of the 141 staring at me with concern. Price handed me a bottle of water from my peripheral. I accepted it with shakey hands.
"Where am I?" I asked timidly. Ghost must've noticed my struggle with the cap of the water bottle and took it to open it for me. My body shook with each adrenaline infused spasm.
I felt a hand remove mine from my arms, where i had been digging my nails into my skin until it bled.
"We're in Price's office." Soap explained. "He asked you a question, but your mind spiraled before we could keep you in the present."
I nodded slowly. "Im sorry... what was the question?"
"Did you ever interact with the other experiments?"
My jaw clenched as I swallowed thickly. Ghost was standing now, no longer at eye level, but he kept close by just in case.
"If you can't answer, we can move onto the next few or wait a while longer." Price assured me. I instantly shook my head.
"No... I'm fine. I can do this." I took a deep breath and accounted what I could. I could see concern written all over their faces as I described the first cage fight and the many others that came after. A deep dive into every person and ability I've faced and conquered. Despite my stuttering, rapid breaths, and the occasional shutdown, I was able to manage.
"We're... meant to fight these things?" Gaz was looking at Price, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.
Ghost inturrupted. "Doesn't matter. If it bleeds, you can kill it."
I felt the blood leave my face after he said that. Did he forget that I was one of these things?? "...excuse me?"
He turned to me, that cold look coming back in his eyes. "Not victims like you. But if there are any who accepted their use as a weapon, we will have no choice."
"They dont have a choice!" I yelled, using my crutches to stand up. I was indignant now. "I was through with the cage matches! I won every battle! Do you even know what they had planned for me after?! Do you?!"
The room was quiet after my outburst. I felt a crossbreeze from the air conditioner hit a wet spot on my cheek. Shit was I crying?
I heard Price sigh as he grabbed a file off his desk and held it out to me. "We know more than you think. You never got to read your file, have you?"
I frowned and hastily wiped my tears before accepting the file, sitting down once more to read. It had been translated into English and was a clear copy of the original translation.
Test subject no. 237
"Banshee"
Blood type: ###
Sex: Female
{REDACTED}
{REDACTED}
Weight Class: Malnourished. (Begin protein heavy diet before the next procedure)
Trials: Successful. (Adaptive; high intelligence)
Alterations: Vocal chord modification. Dental adjustments.
Notes:
Highest recorded scream 190+ decibles.
Keep muzzled. Ear protection required when interacting with the subject.
Proven high IQ. Suspected around 145-155.
Has managed to exterminate all other subjects pitted against her.
The subject has proven adequate for the indoctrination process.
"...indoctrination process?" I whispered, my eyes still scanning the paper just before it was gently taken from me.
"If any of the other experiments are currently out there being used as weapons," Price explained, "then they are already lost. We will rescue who we can, but (Y/n)... The facility you were rescued from isn't the only one out there."
The room suddenly felt like it was spinning. I gripped the arm of the chair I was sitting on, my eyes never leaving the floor.
"We're done here." Gaz's voice. His hand was on my shoulder now. "She needs time to process this."
Price agreed and dismissed us. I dont remember the walk back to my room. The world was somehow both too loud and too quiet.
The only certainty I had was that I needed to do something. An odd sense of duty. They were like me.
Nobody deserved that.
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A/N: i know it's another short chapter, but it was so heavy with backstory that to add more would only water it down. Im genuinely so stoked that this fic has reached such a vast audience, and i love you all for the kind words.
Shitty google translation:
"ебать ради": For fucks sake
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sukunasweetheart · 6 months
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the urge to throw trueform sukuna into the shoujo manga genre....
(fem!reader, sexual undertones towards the end)
it would be so funny yet so beautiful...i also think he would look so great in that flowery, feminine kind of artstyle <3-
in terms of cliche shoujo love interest, he's a lonely immortal god who is against everything that supports the notion of love... until he experiences what true love is like, for himself. you're his little servant toy that he mingles with for some time, until he realises something's wrong with his heart...
i love him for what he is, but wouldnt it also be lovely to see him in a softhearted story?? the almighty and powerful, but grows weak in the knees all because of one woman!
one day, imagine if he, the most renowned selfish man, with complete disregard for others, who had always valued himself vastly more than anyone else, comes to a point where he sees you in the way of an unstoppable attack from the wrath of an enemy, and rushes in to tank the would-have-been-fatal strike in your stead...
it happened in an instant. he didnt even realise he was moving until he had already been hit. he's bleeding for the first time in a thousand years. he's hit, and it should hurt, it should feel unpleasant, because he certainly wasnt planning to be hit, nor did he engage in this fight for his own pleasure, but for your protection.
yet, he feels relieved. you're tucked behind him safely, looking up at him with worried eyes, and he feels relieved, all because a weakling like you is alive.
after he sends you away to uraume (who gives you the stink eye), he promptly kills the opponent but becomes a little weakened temporarily afterwards as a result of the powerful attack
he's absolutely grumpy about having to be bedridden for a few days for recovery, often stares down at you with unreadable eyes, like he's in deep contemplation about his own feelings
oh fuck me, he thinks, when he finds himself wanting to comfort you as you're in tears over him, even though he's the one that's hurt.
its a confusing sensation, feeling like shit but also not hating everything about being in the centre of your concerns. look at you, feeling so guilty, so worried sick, fussing over him. as you should. he mulls over the incident where he uncharacteristically jumped in to protect you... but he's not one to over complicate things for too long. he'll just continue to do as he pleases, just like before. and if that involves showing you some affection, kissing you, holding your hand, shielding you from his woes... then so be it. if he's the strongest, if he's a god, shouldn't he also be able to save such a frail thing as you?
he orders for your presence in his bed to keep him entertained, but he doesn't even say a word when you're there laying next to him, he's only just staring at you and giving curt touches, like your body is a plaything to him. maybe palms your thighs and breasts, but it doesn't feel sexual at all.
"it's not so bad, having you in my debt," he suddenly says, as sukuna plays around with a lock of your hair. these new feelings he harbors, intrigues him just as much as they irritate him.
"i do owe you my life..." you tell him in response.
"so you're aware. and? what will you do about it?" he asks you.
"i'm not sure, my lord... what would you like me to do?"
"how sly of you, turning the question back onto me."
he thinks about it for a moment.
"well, i suppose there's nothing you could offer me but yourself," he says as he slowly undoes your robe, the other free hand grabbing your face.
"...and your everlasting devotion, to me."
as he's about to sit up to continue, your tiny hand pushes against his chest in resistance.
"you mustn't exert yourself, your wounds are still healing, my lord," you protest, much to his annoyance.
"cease your fretting. movement of this degree isn't enough to hurt me," sukuna sighs, grabbing your wrist and pinning it down against the sheets.
"i... i can do the moving," you tell him with determination, which earns you can amused smile.
"...oh? now that's certainly worth considering," he says, slowly letting go of you.
you carefully get up to straddle the larger man, sitting yourself down on his hips.
"alright then, my brave little devotee. entrance me."
and you do just that for him, all throughout the night. (it wasn't the first time, and it certainly wont be the last)
sukuna learns all about how some fragile things are worth keeping around.
at first, the relationship revolves solely around his own pleasure and satisfaction. but as the ice begins to melt, he sinks into a trap in which he's seeking more and more to keep your own happiness and your beautiful smile in place. he begins to hurt when you're hurting. it was exactly as he feared - his life becoming molded around one singular person who's somehow crawled their way into his heart-- his heart that should've been sealed tight.
at times, when his teasing goes too far, and your bright expressions dissolve into sorrow, his own mood drops considerably and there comes seeping in a crushing feeling in his chest.
he lifts your face up by the chin and says; "i'm only joking. don't make such a pitiful face."
but when he realises that you were merely feigning your hurt, giving him a little cheeky grin, he flies into a quick, but playful anger.
"you little minx. i've spoiled you a little too much haven't i? you're getting ahead of yourself."
he proceeds to lift you up into his arms, an extra hand keeping your wrists together, as he aims to litter his bite marks down your neck and shoulder.
"aah! forgive me, my lord!" you exclaim, writhing around in his tight grip.
but there's an audible giggle in your voice.
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tu-es-gegg · 1 month
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in my qslime drought era, if when he comes he alive in the new qsmp lands i will hc him with some sort of hand mobility issues because of the code infection affecting his nervous system (or whatever slime equivilent that is) that is leading to that pins and needles issues and also eating away at his physical mass of his hands.
he would have issues with finer hand movement, like flexing his fingers in certain ways, or pinching things, gripping things hard iss difficult sometimes for him. he would also jsut have general loss of feeling in his hands and cant really do strong flexes liek clenching his fist. some pain too, like there can be flare ups with the pins and needles but worse that extends to his forearm area
in purgatory he managed to just force himself in general to do things but he would kinda be clumsy with it or VERY in pain that he'd have to straight up fight through it in battles then back in BOLAS base, have to massage and soothe his hands on his own. sometimes drowning out that pain with like OTHER pain was a solution.
id like to think even in prison, although the code infection wasnt present, the mobility issues were still there he jsut made sure no one noticed. especially sunny, when she hold his hand to go anywhere around, he hoped to god she didnt notice his tremors as he tried to flex a grip.
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reallyromealone · 2 years
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First off.
Don't judge me.
Second
Here's the plot for it.
Omega male reader x toman vs tenjiku but the gangs are demon clans and male omegas are the only ones who can carry demon spawn without dying or killing the baby so they are greatly saught after but due to the ability many people kill off male omegas after they present to avoid demons raiding villages and such.
Reader is an omega who escaped before he was killed and lived alone in solitude deep within a forest where he discovers a wounded alpha and decides to help him but oh no it's not a person per say it's a fucking demon.
Specifically Angry.
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(Name) hummed softly while he picked from the fruit tree, the warm summer breeze nice against his skin as he wandered the woods he had down to memory at this point.
(Name) was a gentle young man, kind features and the prettiest (color) eyes anyone's ever seen.
It was a shame his village didn't see that.
(Name) gripped his basket slightly at the memory of his parents trying to kill him for being an omega.
All his friends and family.... Just turned on him.
He doesn't even remember how he managed to escape.
But it's been six years and he had done fairly well in his solace, now 19.
It did get lonely but he would rather be lonely and alive than social and dead.
(Name) was wandering, not particularly caring or paying attention when he noticed a blue puff just below the hill.
Angry was bloodied and bruised as he lay against the cool mossy stone, his body healing at a very slow rate.
He was going to be here a while if those holy humans from that temple don't find him.
Eyes closed he forced his body to relax.
Listening to the sound of nature he heard it.
The sound of twigs cracking and then the smell.
Omega.
Souya looked at the top of the hill and eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.
A male omega.
Holy shit.
Quickly he hid any demonic features before the other got close enough to see him properly and god when he got closer was he a sight to behold.
If he couldn't smell the human on him he would have assumed he was an angel of sorts.
And the smell...
He would die happy if that's what he smelt before deaths cold hands took him.
"Are you alright? Oh god you're bleeding!" The angel said as Souya felt himself get propped up on the other and the smell was intoxicating so close.
Souya let himself be hobbled back to the omegas little home and set down on a bed of sorts, the smell of the omega was absolutely devine around him.
"Let me get some water and rags to clean you up" (name) said softly as he went off to get the items, Souya left to look around the omegas little home and it wasnt anything particularly special but the nest in the corner confirmed his theory.
He was in the presence of an actual male omega.
Wild.
"Here drink this" (name) said coming back with two containers of water and some rags along with a wooden cup.
Holding the cup of water to his lips Souya drank slowly and droplets of water fell down his chin "you must be in pain, i have some wraps and herbs to help you..." (Name) mumbled before moving the cup away from the strangers mouth.
"Why are you helping me?" Souya was genuinely curious on why the omega was helping him, risking himself like this for an Alpha who could kill him or worse.
"Do I need a reason? You needed help and I was there" (name) said simply and began to clean blood off of the blue haired man "and do you promise not to hurt me?"
Souya was a bit thrown off by the omegas genuine care for him, he could smell the genuine want to help him and god was it strange.
But he would welcome the help of a pretty omega any day.
Souya allowed the omega to bandage and care for him, watching his movements curiously and wondered if the omega was this kind and soft to pups.
Souya thought he would make an excellent mother to his clan.
"You never told me your name" Souya said softly while watching the omega cook a stew for them both, the food smelt wonderful.
"You never told me yours either"
"Souya"
"(Name)"
Souya tried to grab the bowl from (name) but only for his hand to be smacked away "you're to weak, let me take care of you" (name) huffed out before taking the spoon and blowing on it and putting it towards his lips "eat please" and Souya would die for the smile (name) had when he opened his lips and accepted the food and by the devil himself was the omega good at cooking.
"So how did you manage to end up in the woods bloodied and half dead?" (Name) finally asked as they finished up eating, letting the Alpha drink water before speaking "everyone has enemies" Souya said vaguely, not wanting to scare off the sweet omega off.
"I can understand that" (name) said with a slight frown as he cleaned up their dishes and fidgeted slighly before speaking up "would you like some apples?"
"Sure..." Souya said analyzing the other who ran off to grab a few apples and a small knife before sitting back down.
What happened to this man?
Souya wasn't dumb to what happens to male omegas and put the pieces together fast and watched the omega gently slice the apples jp and cut away the core before holding a slice to his lips and gently Souya took it into his mouth.
He could get used to this honestly.
Souya spent his week healing and getting closer to the omega, learning more about him and his little hobbies and such.
And (name) learned more about Souya, that he was a twin and that he was from a clan of sorts and loved cooking.
Sadly the peace came to a close when Souya smelt the sulfur mixed with blood oranges.
Nahoya found him.
His brother was here.
Souya felt received as he slowly sat up off the bed, watching the omega who was asleep in his nest across the room before exiting the hut like house to see his elder brother standing roughly twenty metres away from the door before instantly getting closer and the worry was radiating off him in waves.
"Sou! Fuck we have been looking everywhere for you!" Nahoya said looking over his brother and smile off his face while he made sure the other was safe and sound.
Then he smelt it.
The sweet smell coming off his brother in waves.
"An omega?"
"One saved me in the woods"
"Why?"
"He did it because he could believe it or not" Souya said simply and Nahoya reeled in the fact that that his brother said 'he'....a male omega?
In these woods?
How did they not know?
"The others are coming, can't believe little sou sou found us a mate~" Nahoya said with a snigger before walking past his brother and into the small home and took a deep breath of the omegas scent before looking at the little thing before him, snuggled into his nest and sleeping sweetly.
"So he took care of you?"
"Changed my bandages and fed me" Souya said awkwardly as the two stayed just outside the omegas nest.
You never go into an omegas nest unless you wanted to die.
An angry omega can quickly become a feral omega if threatened enough.
"He would make an excellent Dame and mate" Souya said softly while the brothers waited for the rest of the clan in the very early hours of the morning and left to sit outside the door.
They saw the toman robes, black as the night with golden thread accents.
Mikey leading them with his head held high.
They must have been worried about him.
"You won't believe what our little Souya found!" Nahoya practically sang out when the clan got closer and the men looked at him curiously before the faint smell hit their nose.
"Omega?"
"Male"
Eyes shifted into a empty black amongst the men as they looked towards the hut.
"Unmated?"
"As unmated as they come"
"Wonderful"
Mikey walked towards the hut, the Kawata twins making way for the clan leader and honestly one of the most terrifying demons to walk the earth.
The door opened itself up as Mikey sauntered in and took in the scent of the omega before glancing around to see the poor thing curled into himself and still sleeping in his nest.
Cute.
"Hello little omega... Time to wake up for alpha" Mikey said softly as he waved his hand Infront of the omegas face, giving a soft smile when the omega made soft grunting and whines before slowly waking, the sweet smell radiating from the omega turning sour and foul when he made eye contact with the demon.
"W-who are you?!" (Name) snapped out as he pushed himself deeper within the nest and bared his teeth but Mikey was barely phased if at all as he just looked at the omega amused before letting out soothing pharamones and watched the omega struggle to not relax from the smell.
"Don't worry mate, i won't hurt you"
"Mikey we got a problem" Draken said bursting in and Mikey growled slightly as the omega fell out of the trance he was putting him in.
"What?" Mikey hissed out before walking towards the taller man and out of the hut where he saw the so called problem.
Tenjiku.
Why are they here?
"Hmm? Someone found the little omega first?" Ran said teasingly as he stared down the opposing group with almost a sadistic gleam.
"Back off he's ours" Mitsuya spat out with a glare, Izana just dead staring at Mikey before speaking "not if we grab him first" and that's when hell almost literally broke loose as the apposing clans went at each other.
(Name) was loosing his shit in his hut, moving his nest into his closet hastily and releasing the most foul of pharamones as his brain slowly regressed into it's most basic instincts and teeth bared threateningly at any possibility of a threat.
To many alphas that were invading his space.
Alphas that could hurt omega.
Blue alpha betrayed omega.
Alpha was a demon.
(Name) was in a panicked Frenzie at this point and became even more defensive when the front door busted open and the sound of fighting just outside the door and (name) moved as far back as he could and kept deathly quiet.
They were to close to him and his nest.
They invaded his home.
They broke his things.
(Name)s omega didn't like them at all.
And neither did he honestly.
"Omega~ please stop hiding from us" an unfamiliar voice rang out as if he were right beside (name), stressing the omega out even more.
"Please come out omega~" the blondes voice from earlier spoke out before the two alphas began bickering once more and (name) could hear them arguing about who he belonged to and something about a toman and a tenjiku.
Eventually the door opened and the light leaked in and (name) glared and bared his teeth at the two alphas and leaked rancid pharamones but the two payed the omegas anger no mind while staring at him like he was an angry kitten.
"Don't worry omega, alpha is here" the tanned white haired man spoke smoothly as he released his scent, like the other demon there was a sulphuric scent to what (name) would assume is his actual scent.
He smelt of warm bread.
If (name) wasn't terrified right now he would maybe enjoyed the scent.
It paired well with the botged alphas sweet cinnamon scent.
"Please let me in omega, c'mon baby boy" the other spoke out with a low rumble and the tanned man glared "piss off Mikey" so his name was Mikey?
"I'm taking to my omega izana, why don't you?"
The other was izana.
Now he knew the names of the alphas who he wanted to beat the shit out of.
(Name) just huffed and glared at the imposing men--demon---things.
Mikey got closer to the nest and (name) hissed him aggressively and swiped at Izanas attempt to get closer "bad alphas" (name) spat out and ignored the relaxing pharamones they produced to try and sedate him.
(Name) slowly came from his primal state and stared at the two coldly as they attempted to woo him with fancy words and promises.
"Why would I trust two jackasses who destroyed my home and my garden?" (Name) spat and the alphas looked around and realized that yes they had infact destroyed his home and belongings.
"Why would I even consider going with people who didn't even consider my feelings before coming here and trying to take me" (name) hissed out and the demons just stared at him before glancing at each other.
"Let our clans woo you"
"Whoever wins your heart gets you"
"Pardon?"
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dballzposting · 5 months
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I............. the Namek Freeza battle ....... was I think all about Satisfaction. Goku going Super Saiyan - moving into "throws of unimaginable rage" as Freeza put it - was like moving into the ultimate fury of the Fight response. Pure aggression instinct.
He didnt drop this state until he deemed the fight over. Not when Freeza was DEAD - but when GOKU FELT that he was no longer a threat. He didnt need to kill him to find satisfaction. There just had be nothing left to kick around.
This partly makes me think of the way that aggression in predators is activated by movement and resistance - and is why an animal freezing will make a cat boredly leave. Cats especially dont just hunt becasue they're hungry - it's a set of behaviors that they DELIGHT in, that brings them joy, like how birds like to sing (even when they have no prospects for a mate - think caged birds) and have the impulse to roost (even doing so when there are no eggs - think pet pigeons.) Cats love to play with their prey after they catch them. Which is so morbid for the prey. But the cat just loves to do it. And obviously they'll play with inanimate things too - as long as they keep moving, or at least make a satisfying sound.
Saiyans seem a lot like that. They LOVE to fight, have to even, there is a reserve of energy in their soul that compels them to fight - but it's not pure aggression, no, it can be joy. But the prey needs to keep active and alive to stimulate that joy- we're constantly seeing Goku needing the enemy to give him their all, and not just for honor's sake, but becasue there is a very tangible thrill that he is getting out of this and he just needs the satisfaction of a good, FULL fight. It's disappointing when the enemy gives up too soon or never puts up much resistance. Think about how many times he admits high excitement when facing a strong enemy. Think about how much later in the series, Goku gets so FRUSTARTED when theres no one good to fight. He NEEEEDS to release this energy he NEEEDS to be equally matched. He needs the proper resistance in order to put in his all, and he needs the mutual reciprocation of - bare minimum, if not any other thing to agree on - Passion.
I mean dont get me wrong Saiyans as a whole DEFINITELY KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEMSELVES when it comes to ANGRY AGGRESSION. But they also just like to fight. And "killing" is not the only satisfying end to that.
Goku, by nature, adheres to the call of mercy. He needs to fight more than anything, it's kind of his whole thing, but he never feels compelled to kill. Rather, he NEEDS the enemy to live so that they can come back stronger later and give him another Satisfying Fight...!
But that's not what's behind all of his mercy - really, his mercy is as instinctual as his need for fight. The latter we can attribute to his species, but the former is uniquely his own and just as integral. That's what makes him Goku. When Freeza was begging for mercy, Goku was incensed to hear it - but he could not resist the call. BECAUSE: This is about SATISFACTION, and he would FIND NONE if he let himself walk away in cold blood.
When he had to kill Freeza he wasnt happy about it. He had already found his satisfaction. He didnt want to also kill him, but he knew that Freeza had forced his hand - truly, truly forced his hand, wrote his actions, becasue right up to the end, Freeza WAS a worthy fight. BUT, Goku never takes Freeza's last-minute advice about how mercy's only beneficiary is your foe. Because right up to the end, Freeza was a fool. That's what Goku yells at him when he is forced to return a ki blast and end him, and it is the most pertinent thing for him to say. Freeza never learned to read into harmony and to be able to track the moving ki of living things. Freeza never learned how precious life is, which from Goku's divine wisdom, is an ignorance that to which there exists no greater indicator of a fool. Freeza was just a fool.
Anyway: I said earlier that this reminded me of how cats play, but that was a tangent. What this fight REALLY is is AWESOME, RIGHTEOUS RAGE and VINDICATION and REVENGE and SATISFACTION. It's immensely gratifying to the viewer, most of us walking around with no good way to vent the awesome survival rage that we're capable of, and for some, is locked inside of us due to past happenings that were never resolved.
THE SCENERY IS INTENSE - the sick, dead, EXPLODING planet, devoid of life, giving in to the epic violence of all that it's made of. It represents being past overdue, when you've gone under the tunnel and theres no sun, when God has written you off and theres nothing more to do and you're just waiting until you're not there to wait anymore. To Goku it's this pivotal time to nail the escape - but to the planet, it's past any salvageability, past the event horizon. It's not the fearful wait for death, it IS death, upfront and center and awesome and profound. So theres this backdrop of complete obliteration without desolation, consummate violence, the magma and tsunamis and lightning and earthquakes.
And Goku is burning with unwavering conviction to survive this. Hes not willing to die with Freeza like he was with Raditz - this is not about being tactful - this is about something higher, this is divine comeuppance. He intercepted King Kai and the Grand Elder's communication to tell them that they better not wish him away. This is HIS FIGHT - and anyone could see that this is his PURPOSE. If he dies here then he will with total satisfaction. This is what hes meant to do. The preservation of what's precious, the commitment to honor, to deferring to the calls of revenge, the electricity in his body and his blood inside and out - this is all his biology and he is one with his fate. He will not be removed prematurely. This cannot be thwarted. The impact of this perfectly-focused force of his spirit is, out of context, only destructive - and if you remove him from this before satisfaction, there is no way in this lifetime that he will be able to discharge this in an effective or meaningful way. If he cant win this, then he needs to die. This is all he is.
He had entered the Super Saiyan state again when Freeza attacked him again, and this time he didnt leave it when Freeza was deemed no longer threat. He maintained it as he tried to escape. The threat isnt over yet - he has even less time than he did, and all of this energy can now be converted into initiating an active escape.
Furthermore - and this feels like a weak detour now- when Freeza's ship fell into the innards of the planet and all hope was seemingly loss .. even though Goku was left there like "No ... this cant be happening..!" He still didnt feel trapped or hopeless and he didnt move into any sort of freeze response. No tonic immobility for our Goku. His fury is too POWERFUL, and his constitution POWERFUL ENOUGH to contain it without getting overwhelmed (INCREDIBLE!). He has not reached satisfaction yet - he has not escaped yet - so he will remain in this state.
Also Goku, by character, training, AND blood, will never ever resort to any sort of freeze .. THIS WE KNOW ... we saw baby Gohan fall into that a few times (the way he would have a burst of power and then drop to level 0 in overwhelming fear...) but even at his young age and limited training we see the fight response in him show up and triumph . I do just think that Saiyans will Always Fight rather than flee and they will persist with fight for a long time even if the situation becomes unsalvageable... I think it's just their coding. I've no reason to believe otherwise...
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girlydemonbite · 2 years
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Ace x reader Smut
Warning:Dubcon?
I didn't proof reader it so hopefully everything's good.
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Staying with Ace wasnt something you wanted to do, but with your dorm being basically tooken over by the tall ass twins. You couldn't really say no. You needed somewhere to sleep. Even if that meant crashing in Ace's bed. Maybe it wouldnt of been so werid if Deuce didnt also share a room with Ace. Or maybe if Ace had a bigger bed. But being crushed against the wall and ace was better then the floor or even outside in the cold.
You really wished you could sleep but ace was so close to you, his body heat felt like it was cooking you alive. You were so used to being cold in your own dorm. That now being in a heated dorm with someone right next to you was more then you could handle. But you just hoped it would be only for a few days.
You tried your best to fall asleep, you tried facing the wall. Instead of laying on your back. You were trying to just get some space between the two of you. But it didnt take long before ace had his body up next to yours. His breath was right on your back, you could feel every inhale and exhale. You wanted to push him away but you were afriad of waking him up or worse pushing him off this small ass bed of his. You were just gonna have to try to deal with it. Even if it was becoming too much.
It probably wouldn't of been so bad if Ace would just stop moving. His arms would one second be around your shoulders then next on your side then next your hips. It was like he was feeling you up. But you knew that wasnt true not when he was snoring like he was. You didnt understand how anyone could sleep through his snoring. Maybe it sounded so loud because you were right next to him. You pray for whoever ends up dating this fool is a heavy sleeper. Because tonight and the next few nights are gonna kill you.
You sighed as Aces hands had now moved to your chest. The only thing between his hands and your chest was a thin shirt. You had took off your bra when he finally went to sleep. Maybe that was a bad idea now that you're thinking of it. But you never thought Ace would be this touchy while sleeping.
But you could lie his hands were so warm, sweaty if anything. But even so in a werid way it felt nice. A little too nice. But you tried to ignore it the best you could till he finally he moved his hands back to your stomach. But now your chest was filling a little too cold. Something in you made you wanna make a dumb choice. You wanted the contact back. But a little more closer then before. Your hands moved before your brain could even weigh the options.
Your hand gently grabbed his hand and slid it under your shirt and placed his hand on your boob, while closefully listening to Ace snoring. Lucky you that his snoring didnt change and you didnt hear any movement from the other two in this room. You laid there for a moment to just to be sure no one was awake before you made his hand sqeeze your boob a couple times. You never noticed how smooth his hands actually were.
After a couple sqeezes you used his fingers to lightly pinch your nipple. You let out a small moan, you knew you couldn't be loud you didn't want to wake anyone up.
Your mind was starting to fog up and make you wanna do more then just this but how were you gonna do that? It was pure luck he hasent woken up yet. But you were gonna try and push your luck even just a little bit, just test the waters to see how far you could go. You figured you could probably push it pretty far, especially since you were remembering that one time you heard one of his classmates talking about how Ace slept through Riddle yelling at him to get up. Maybe you could get away with as much as you want. But this was your friend and he was kind enough to let you sleep in his bed. Maybe you shouldn't do this. You wanted to stop but all your logic was going out the door the more you thought about Ace's hands touching you. You never thought of ace like this. Maybe because it was late and your were tired but getting touched by ace was sounding more and more good as the moments went by
You made your mind up, you were gonna push your luck. You slowly moved Ace's hand off of your chest and onto his own body as you quietly slide your Pj pants and undies off of you. You kept checking to see if Ace was still asleep and he was. Still sleeping like a log. Which let you let go of the breath you were holding in and relax a bit as you turned to lay on your back and rest one of your legs on him. Now that your legs were open enough. You grabbed his hand once again and started moving it towards your pussy. You quickly made sure that he was still sleeping, before sliding his fingers between your pussy lips. You slide them up and down a couple times, making sure to hit your clit, first couple times just softly before you made his fingers start going faster. It felt so different then when you would play with yourself. Maybe it was just because you knew it was Ace's fingers. You wanted to let out a moan but you knew you couldn't not when the other two was in here. You knew your fire breathing cat was a deep sleeper but you didn't know about your blue hair friend.
The faster you made his finger go the faster you could feel the feeling inside building up. But you didnt want to get it over that quickly. You wanted to at least have his fingers inside of you. After a couple more swipes of your clit. You took his pointer and middle finger and shoved them in you. Every time his fingers would go in and out the noises would fill the bedroom air. But you couldnt stop yourself. This was too good. His fingers were going deeper then yours could. At this point you didnt care about the other two. You were on the edge. The thought of just coming from Aces fingers were throwing you over the edge.
"A-ace." you moaned quietly, as the pace of his fingers sped up. You were almost over the edge. But you quickly stopped when you ace started mumbling in his sleep. You werent sure what he was mumbling about but you watched as his other hand started rubbing himself through his pants before he went back to snoring.
Gently pulling his fingers out of you and genlty placed his hand back near him you leaned up to see the bulge in his pants. You knew you shouldnt but maybe you could use his dick instead of his fingers. But the thought of him waking up made you kinda scared to do it. But your hands were moving on their own, you started rubbing him through his boxers. Didnt he feel embarrassed to just wear boxers while being in bed with you? But it was Ace he probably didnt think of you that way. Or he was just that comfortable with you. Maybe thats why his sleeping body was all over you.
The more you rubbed the more you could feel his precum soaking his boxers. If you didn't know better you would of thought he cummed already. You didnt wanna mess his boxers up anymore so you decided it was time to pull them down a little bit. Just enough to let his dick free.
Snoring ace didnt even move when you pulled down his boxers, he was back to snoring. You stared at it for a moment. It was a decent size for his build. Maybe not the thickest but it was probably long enough to hit where you needed him to hit. Once you were done stareing at it. You gave it a couple pumps before turning back to your side. You werent gonna chance trying to lay him on his back. Instead youll just have to work with what you can. You slide up a little bit and lined him up with yourself. You slowly slide him into you, making sure not to go to fast and somehow wake him up. It didnt take much to bottom out. You slowly started moving. Testing how fast you could go. You went from slowly to fast. Some snores turned to small whines. Which made you nerves but all judgement went out the door when the angle his dick was hitting made you let out a loud moan. You quickly turned to check if Ace was awake. But he still looked asleep. And you didnt hear anything from the other two. With that you started moving again. Making his dick hit that one place over and over. You were so close once again. But your movements stopped when you felt Aces hip move.
"Fuck." was all you heard from behind you. Your heart was beating a million miles an hour. But ace didnt say anything else. You slowly looked back and his eyes were still closed. Maybe he was having a sex dream and maybe thats what just happened. You could feel Aces hips still slowly moving tho. You just chopped it up to him having a dream and started moving again. But not without reaching over and grabbing his hand again placing it on your chest once again. Making him squeeze your boobs a couple times. You were so into fucking yourself. You didn't realize till it was too late that Ace was dumping a load into your pussy. Which sent you over. Your moans came out like a prayer, moaning ace's name over and over as you creamed all over him.
Once you came down from your high, it hit you that you ethier had to lay here with all his cum in you or you had to roll over him and go to the bathroom and clean up. Which meant if you did that you could spill all his cum all over the floor. You laid there debating but first of all you had to carefully move and put him back in his boxers. Carefully you separated yourself from him, and when you did you could feel all his cum slowly flowing out of you.
You had to take the chance, you quickly rolled over him and ran to the bathroom. Luckily for you, you didnt realize the fucked out face of deuce on the other side of the room. He had been listening to the whole thing. He couldnt believe what kinda slut you were. But he also couldn't believe how jealous he was of Ace. He wanted to blow his load into you so badly, and maybe if he didnt already cum he could of followed you into the bathroom and blew his loud into that nasty pussy of yours. Maybe next time.
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floshav · 1 year
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are you alright? pt.4
pairings: fem!reader x draco
word count: 2k+ words
continuation to this mini series <3
honestly i had a lot of fun writing this chapter so i hope u have fun reading it too lol
summary: Y/n gets a panic attack over draco's unexpected mean behaviour the other night thinking he genuinely has feelings for Darcy. Draco shows y/n what he really means and Darcy gets the ego check she so very needs. All this whilst draco gets left in an awkward situation with y/n as the story evolves.
warnings: none really, maybe a borderline steamy scene 😭
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time was running short, your breath was running short, everything seemed to be running short at the time, even the constant beeping of your alarm clock waiting to be slammed.
"Y/n! Turn that off you dog!" Darcy yelled whilst clutching both her hands over her pillows at the sides of her ears in atempt to block out the pertruding beeps
Everything was a blur at the moment, every sound was a muffle, every bit of light that peeked through the moonlit window was a blur and most of all y/n was most definitely having another panic attack.
"C-cant b-breath-" Y/n let out with whatever left will power she had
"Oh shut up with your dramaticism you idiot." Darcy shouted before stomping over to slam the alarm clock herself.
'There! wasnt so hard now was it?!" Darcy sighed steamily before slugging back to bed.
"F-fuck"
"D-draco you b-bastard." Y/n said as her last breath trembled with disgust.
The weight of her chest had sunken to great depths of the sea known as her heart. She felt as though the whole world was crushing in on her, and there was no escape.
Before she knew it, her body had finally given up on her and she layed still on her bed, as sweaty palms increased along with her heartrate.
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"Y/n? Yyyyyy-n!"
"Oh merlin, what do we do!"
"Darcy. Darcy! pass me the torchlight will you."
She heard the muffled sounds of people clammering around her bed, as if this was her funeral and she'd somehow managed to stay alive.
"Ah good. We're seeing some movement here people!"
"Aw man, i thought lil miss ugly would finally get put down."
Suddenly, everything was clear and the first sentence you heard had to be from Darcy herself as a warm welcome back into this cruel world.
"Y/n! What happened??"
"W-when was the last time you had any memory of conciousness?"
"Are you feeling alright?"
dozens of questions flooded in as if she was in her own 73 questions with vogue. She'd never felt this much attention before which caused her heart to pound with even greater force.
"Y/n darling, how're you feeling?" The soft voice of mrs pomfrey cooed
"A-alright." She stated breathlessly as a droplet of sweat trickled down the side of her eye.
"Hmph. Who even cares how she's feeling anyway." Darcy snarled with arms crossed
She only now realised the room in which she shared was inhabitant by dozens of adolescents crowding to see if she was fine. Some had already left seeing as her waking up wasn't as interesting as her laying unconscious, whilst some stayed just to see the reason on why she fell silent on her bed unable to move.
"W-where is she!"
"You bastard let me through!"
She heard the voice of the infamous Draco trying to pry his way through the crowd. She sighed wanting him to just dissaparate
"Y/n! Madam Pomfrey, is she alright??" Draco frantically asked whilst sitting on the edge of her bed. Sad to see how bedridden his dearest friend looked.
"Oh Draco Dear! It's not that bad. Trust me, she'll live another day." Madam pomfrey comforted whilst packing up the stuff she'd use to check y/n's well-being.
"Well! What are you all doing standing here?"
"Get back to class!" She yelled sternly before shutting the door hard
"What the hell are you doing here Draco." Y/n sighed while she eyed Darcy inch closer to the so called love of her life.
"To see if you died or something, the whole floor was making a commotion, merlin these people really are lifeless." silence so he tried again
"Gotta plan out your funeral well right? Wouldn't want Dumbledore to ruin your plan of a sequinned coffin." Draco tried to joke whilst giving her a small warm smile.
By this time, Darcy had already made her way dangerously close to Draco, just about a breath away from his neck.
The breath of Darcy writhed its way to Draco's neck startling him.
"W-what the hell?" Draco snapped whilst whipping his neck at her in the process almost breaking it.
"H-hi Draco.." Darcy breathed out with a dumb smile
"O-oh uhm. Hi cutie, you look fine today" Draco coughed out whilst slicking back his silver locks
"D-draco stawwp! You look even finer."
"Sugar bun, don't say such things. You're the finest piece of diamond this earth has ever birthed."
Darcy giggled with pure lovestruck joy
"S-so is tonight still on?"
"Yea guess so."
"I-okay i best be going. Don't miss me too much!" Darcy smothered whilst blowing him a charmed kiss, making a lipstick mark land right on his cheek.
"Merlin, she is one desperate bitch." Y/n said whilst rolling her eyes so back they could practically turn in her head.
"And what the hell was that cringe ass attitude Draco?"
"I'm just riling her up for tonight you douche." Draco said whilst awkwardly playing with the ends of her blanket silently cringing at himself.
"So...." He started
"So? You're not going to explain what the hell happened yesterday?" Y/n finally cut the tension with a sharp hot knife. The one question which had been lingering in the air for quite some time now. At least to y/n it was.
"I- About that. I can explain. Trust me."
"I don't know if you can Draco." she sighed painfully
"You were a real dick y'know that?"
"C'mon now you know i don't mean it don't you?" No response
"Look im sorry, it was all an act y/n. Believe me please."
"What! What kind of sick jok-" he cut her off
"Listen y/n! i said all that nonsense yesterday b'coz Darcy was literally standing an inch away from us! You can't expect me to side with you whilst talking shit about her and then expect her to show up for tonight right?" Draco blurted out frantically
"Yea but! but..."
"O-oh. Oh. I see.."
"Yes im glad your blind ass can finally see."
Y/n let out a small embarrassed chuckle. Her face was painted pink at this point, too much embarrassment filling that little head of hers. Draco thought it looked... cute.
He took a deep breath before coming loose.
"You look really pretty today."
Y/n's eyes widened whilst she began to feel all hot and flustered.
"W-what? with this sweaty hair-do and last nights pyjamas on? You've gotta be kidding Draco." Y/n laughed out while picking at her baby hairs
"B-but thank you."
What was this sudden nervousness she was feeling with her best friend? All of a sudden he was a foreign figure to her. A charming man.
"I think you look good" Cough "uhum all the time." a subtle throat clear draco repeated
"M'sorry bout the misunderstanding by the way." He sighed
"S'alright. I've forgiven you ages ago fool." She smiled
The moment was nice. Just her and Draco staring intently at each-other as this silence deafened the room. Yet it was the comfortable type of silence, the one where everything that needed to be said had been said. Yet there was one nagging thought at the back of Draco's mind still wanting to let loose.
"Draco!"
Ugh
"What're you still doing in here? Get to class. Prefects should never be late! Let alone 30 minutes late! 10 points off slytherin." Professor mcgonagall nagged whilst peering into the room with an annoyed expression
"y/n dearest, how're you feeling?"
The contrast between the two moods was surely an interesting one.
"M'fine professor! Draco was just helping me get some medicine earlier." She lied in hopes he would be out of trouble. Surprisingly
"Ah.. Alright then. Get some rest before starting your next period." She said before swiftly making her way down the hall and out of their sight
"Thanks?"
"Don't mention it."
"Didn't work anyway"
"It's the thought that counts ungrateful boy!"
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Time skip to the end of all periods
The day had gone seemingly smoothly apart from the ache in y/n's head every now and then pounding away at the forefront making her want to just give up and sleep her problems away. She wished she'd gotten the whole day off, but that's life. What could she do?
It was now 12AM and the long awaited mission was to finally occur. Draco standing up Darcy, setting her ego back in place once and for all.
"Okay, so Darcy'll probably be waiting there in around 10 minutes."
"Do i look fine though?"
"Does it matter Draco?"
His heart fluttered at the mention of his name
"Why yes of course it does. She needs t'see this cake first to see what she's really missing out on."
"Oh merlin. Make it stop! Make it stop!" Y/n fake yelled before they both bursted into a fit of soft laughter.
"Man you're funny y/n."
The amount of compliments she was receiving from him today was definitely uncanny.
"Thanks? You're being an awful lot nice today."
"Just thought Y'should know is all."
Draco wondered why no boy had ever sent her a letter on letter day, she truly was one hell of a character to miss out on.
10 minutes had passed by in a blink of an eye, and before she knew it, she was prancing the hallways with Draco, trying not to be seen by any teacher or prefect patrolling at this time.
The moonlit floors and glassy blue lit windows reminded y/n of the night her and Draco started to become close. The night where her heart skipped a beat as he recklessly dragged her down the hall, the night where he almost got them both caught by professor snape. The thought of it all made a soft evident smile play on her lips making her wish he was hers.
No. No she didn't.
"Ooh, that was-" pant "a long" pant "way up-" pant
"You're so un-athletic y/n." Draco said as if he hadn't just run here the same as she did a few seconds ago
"Not my fault i'm not a psycho freak who's obsessed with quidditch." She rolled her eyes
"Yea yea whatever, you enjoy watching me play though" Draco said cheekily whilst a smirk formed on his lips
He got closer
"With your pretty eyes looking up at me fly as i pass by your stand. That sight alone makes me wanna play ten times harder." He uttered just above a whisper.
The words sent chills down her spine.
"I-oh Uh"
Before she could embarrass her flustered self any further she heard the familiar ring of an annoying voice she knew all too well approach.
"Draco..?"
"Oh shit she's here you better shut up" He said before peeking out the corner of the tiny space the two had been cramped in.
It was a dark corner covered by some dusty old boxes which looked like they'd held some variety of old textbooks in the past. Cob webs everywhere, in her hair, in draco's hair. She swears she feels a few creepy crawly's make their way up her arm but smartly decides to ignore it. If it wasn't for the dirt and dust, this place would actually be a nice spot for well... a make out session probably.
Darcy was impatiently looking at her watch the entirety of the time. Sighing and moaning about as if this was a major waste of her time. Which it was definitely but who cared anyway.
What made this even better, was the fact that Draco was recording the whole thing on a muggle cellphone he'd stolen awhile ago.
"The bitch is finally gonna get it." Draco muttered under his breath as he filmed Darcy standing awkwardly near a huge dusty mirror.
Shit. there was a mirror right beside her ready to reveal draco's moonlit silver locks peeking out at any time.
Instinctively y/n pulls draco in as swiftly as one could whilst covering his mouth in the process as she saw Darcy turn to the reflection to possibly touch up her darned face.
"What the fuck?" Draco half muttered with wide eyes.
The muggle device had flung away somewhere in the process.
"Shhhh" y/n put a finger to his lips as she looked up to see Darcy still facing the mirror.
This sent electric waves pounding trough Dracos heart. Wishing it could never end.
"Darcy's looking through the mirror." Y/n finally explained whilst removing her finger from his lips.
"Oh."
"Oh okay, no worries. I got enough footage anyway." Draco said surprisingly as he returned back into y/n's lap he was tossed into.
"Hey what are you doing blonde boy." Y/n wondered with a red face which was luckily covered by the darkness the room engulfed.
"Enjoying the view." He said whilst looking up into her eyes that were illuminated by the subtle moonlight shining into the astronomy tower.
"U-uh ha-haha" Y/n nervously laughed whilst wondering if the draco was actually subtly flirting with her. She couldn't tell if he was fiddling with the strums in her heart, or actually meaning it lovingly.
At this point the whole mission had become a side quest. What was more important right now was the main meal, the tension that had somehow arisen between y/n and draco. Draco's never thought of her this way before, so why now of all times did he have to feel this attraction towards her.
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I cant believe im done writing this?! rn i'm on a quest to write as often as possible so that my work might pop off one day lol but ya i'm kinda proud of this chapter so i hope u enjoyed reading it lovely reader!! 💗 pls do request one shots or fics i really wanna write what's on your mind !
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lokorum · 1 year
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Hi! I really love your art. There's a certain haunting beauty about it. I was wondering how you got started in art and maybe what inspired you. I can't stress enough the hauntingly beautiful aspect of your art. Some pieces terrify me but they're really just so beautiful to look at 😅
hey!!! ahhhh thank you so much for your kind words, anon!! its a relief to know that im not the only one who finds my silly draiwings scary phphp
i've started to draw just like most of the folk i think?? by filling my university notebooks with super funny-looking and super anatomically incorrect sketches of my beloved oc phph i tried to work with oil but zero waste movement quickly got me and since then im drawing digital stuff only.
missing the feeling of paint on your hands face clothes and sometimes eyes tbh but also wow oil is expensive!! Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)
phphpt my memory is bad. like bad bad. i remember having that burning feeling when i looked at something beautiful and i wanted to like...eat it? make it myself and no one elses? not very practical reply phphp sorry! i also really loved to watch film that i've already mentioned before - macbeth (2015) - its a treat for your eyes and ears trust me!! trailer still giving me a goosebombs!
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zdzislaw beksinski live in my head rent free since i was a pre-teen and im 1000% sure i'll die thinking about one of his paintings somewhere at the back of my mind. just look at this! man knew how to use a brush like no one else (´ ˘ `).。oO ( ♡ )
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sigur rós music and video clips are definetelly changed a lot in me. watching ekki múkk and all alright made me choke from tears and be speechless for days!
later in life i accidentaly went on the concert where at night - jambinai was part of the perfomance and their music hypnotized me just like all the moths around were hypnotized by the stage lights. i dont even remember what i was doing! just standing there absolutely still, looking at them playing phphp i probably looked like a creppy stalker (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)◞⋆**✚⃞
but they make incredibly beautiful and sad music, and their connection song, if i get the meaning of it right, about people with disabilities and it always was important theme for me ♡
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from lately discovered sources of inspiration can reccomend little games i found on itch!
2:22 AM, how we know we're alive and NORTH!
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they're all pretty short from 20 minutes to 2 hours, but use every minute of their time!
ahhh hope it wasnt too much of an info dump and maybe someone find a familiar name here or discover something new for themselves! thank you again anon for your super cute and nice ask!! and thanks everyone to reading all this mess! have an awesome day!! |´・v・)ノ♪
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whumpndump · 2 years
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“put on display” is a good general one, and i particularly like things in the area of “magical battery” or “source of x ingredient for potions/enchantments/etc” for fantasy settings in particular
- tiny whump anon
Fairy whumpee panted heavily, folded over with their hands on their knees, trying to steady themself. Once things stopped spinning, they took several steps back before charging forward, slamming themself into the wall of the glass terrarium they were housed in, to just as little effect as the last 15 times they'd tried. Deciding not to risk brain damage, they sat down on the slightly damp moss covered dirt beneath them.
All things considered, it wasn't a bad home for a fairy. The glass box, around the size of a microwave, was filled partially with soft dirt and small stones, with mossy pieces of bark and a few twigs scattered throughout for decoration. There was even an overturned flowerpot, with a small hole cut in the front, that served as a sort of makeshift shelter. If there wasnt an obvious sparkling fairy flitting around in it, one might imagine a small frog or similar living in it.
Whumpee was ripped from their thoughts regarding their accommodation when footsteps resounded from outside the room the tank was in, down a short hallway they had only seen briefly on the way in. Fight or flight kicked in, and considering their opponent was at least 100x bigger than them, whumpee chose flight. Not literal flight of course, no, the heavy glass lid above them frustratingly prevented that, so scampering into their terracotta flowerpot home was the next best course of action.
Cowering in the dark, the fairy heard a door open, followed by the glass lid clinking above them, and finally a flash of light as their one form of protection was swiftly lifted away, revealing their shivering form to the towering beast above them.
"Hello little one! I'm in need of your help once again." Whumper smiled, voice struggling to hide a hint of sadistic pleasure. Their rough hands reached in and grabbed the fairy, who dared not try to fly away lest they be brutally swatted by whumper's comparatively massive hands. They had seen it happen before, with a pixie who took a wrong turn and ended up flying through whumper's window. When they saw whumper they had seen an opportunity for mischief, as pixies often do, but before they could even think of an idea for a prank the giant person had simply swatted them back out the window, with enough force to break a limb at best, and end a life at worst.
Whumper picked whumpee up as gently as they could, although it was still quite a harsh grip for the small fairy. Whumper opened a draw and rummaged around before finding a small glass jar. Removing the cork from it with their teeth, they set the jar down on the table and held whumpee over it, who was dreading what came next.
"I just need some fairy dust, for a spell I'm working on. You helped me before, so you're fine to help me again, right?"
Whumpee weakly shook their head no, knowing deep down it'd make no difference.
"Great, lets get started then!"
It began as a gentle movement, slowly back and forth, before evolving into a shake, then a full of throttling as whumpee was thrown around, trails of sparkly powder falling slowly off their tiny body into the jar below. To an outside observer it might seem quite painless, whimsical even, the beautifully glittering dust betraying the true agony whumpee felt. Fairy dust was their source of power, it kept them alive, and they only made so much every day. Whumper may as well have been shaking the blood from their body.
Each shake jostled their limbs painfully, as they grew weaker and weaker from fairy dust loss, and to make it all worse, the violent, messy shaking was causing half of the dust not to even land in the jar! Due to this, whumpee was shaken for at least twice as long as it should have taken, until the jar eventually filled.
Whumpee was placed back in their terrarium, on the edge of passing out, breathing laboured and eyesight blurry. They honestly thought they were going to die that time. They almost wish they had.
"Thank you!" Whumper said cheerfully, either unaware or uncaring of whumpee's state as they turned to leave the room.
Once the door clicked shut, whumpee noticed out of the corner of their eye a miracle. Whumper had left the lid slightly ajar! If they could fly up there, they could get out and escape!
...At least, it would have been a miracle. Whumpee was struggling to find the energy to breathe, let alone fly, so they did all they could at that point in time. They dragged themself into their little flowerpot home, and prayed to anyone that would listen that the lid would still be opened the next morning.
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This is my favourite episode in the entire series so far. I had some theories for what was so special about this episode and I got a few right, actually. Some, of course, by a technicality, but still very good to see.
I’ve marked the ones I got right, and I’ll keep the ones I didn’t for future chapters.
THIS WILL NOT BE IN APPEARANCE ORDER BUT RATHER IN ORDER OF HOW IT'S WRITTEN DOWN IN MY LIST!
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Old Man Jaune Backstory
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We start the episode with Jaune falling the same way Ruby did at the start of the volume, and him following after Crescent Rose. He finds the clock tree, which sends him back in time several decades. Jaune spends probably thirty years in depression (with a short intermission, but we'll get to that in a bit) until he sees team RWBY fall from the sky.
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Old Man Jaune Turns Back Into Normal Jaune (technicality)
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We see an image of normal Jaune in the wiggly woggly water slime goo thing while they walk on the weird road.
Alyx Shows Up
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We find out the truth about Alyx's story and that she had a brother named Luis. Jaune becomes the Rusted Knight and leads them through the Ever After. He is troubled by the intense difference in Alyx's characterization in the book verse the real Alyx, and soon learned Alyx wasnt just a petulant child, but selfish and cruel. She poisoned Jaune and sacrificed her brother, who was kind and clever.
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Penny Shows Up (technicality)
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We Jaune painfully looking away from an image of Penny in the wiggly woggly water slime goo thing while they walk on the weird road. Although I didn't think she'd be back back, i did think Jaune's memory of her would talk to him, tell him it's okay. But there's nothing dictating that that can't still happen later.
Summer Rose Shows Up (technicality)
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When Ruby passes the first wiggly woggly water slime goo thing, we see a blink-and-you'll-miss-it image of Summer Rose following all of Ruby's movements like a mirror. Same as with Penny, to be honest, but Ruby's memory of Summer talking to her seems much more likely than Penny. Maybe even Yang's memoty of Summer talking to her. They're bound to remember her differently. I don't think Summer will be alive in the sense that she can come back, they played the Hound up way too much last volume for that to happen, so if we were to get a Red Like Roses part 3, it would probably be when Ruby's facing off against the Big Bad Wolf (grimmified Summer)
Bumbleby Does The Smoochie Smooch + Bumbleby Say The Love Words
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In a dramatic standoff at two unfinished rope bridges meeting on a platform, Yang and Blake are forced to finally be open and honest about their feelings for one another. Clearly, the Ever After was also tired of their bullshit and decided enough is enough. Blake tells Yang to just say it and Yang tells her she loves her at the same time Blake says she loves her too. They finally come together and make out. Btw, right when they kissed, my sister’s computer died. I swear, I almost cried! At lease it didn’t happen right before the kiss.
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Everyone was happy they finally stopped beating around the bush. to quote Jaune, "feels like I've been waiting forever for that."
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I actually got quite a few correct, huh? Legit my favourite episode, hands down. I'm so excited for next week.
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Every who sees this, please have a glass of water, you have no idea how much I needed it after this episode.
This screenshot doesn't mean anything, I just like it
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suicide-with-dazai · 2 years
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Heyy its my 1st post on my new account and-
HOLY- I HAD A GREAT IDEA
Fyodor, but he feeds his s/o aphrodisiac pills.
Sound good sound good !??! nah just me... okay lets get widit !!!
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Things i must mention:
-drug usage-fem!reader-fyodor x fem!reader-aphrodisiac usage-implied zuicide attempt-overdose-stimulant drugs-smut-cunalingus-
_///NSFW CONTENT~18+~MINORS DNI\\\_
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You had been draped across fyodors lap for about an hour now, or two, or three, or four. unconscious as you had previously overdosed on the drugs which fyodor gave to you. he acted unfazed at this, but secretly, deep down in the hollowed out sections of hell in his rotten heart, he worried for you- worried if he gave you too much, worried if he should stop or continue testing drugs on his willingly submissive s/o.
every now and again he would look down at you as a whole, displayed along his lap, and he would touch your hair or brush his hand across your cheek.
the silence without your consciousness stabbed hard at his ears as the bubbly you; the drugged you; or even the normal you, was nowhere to be heard. just silence.....silence as you slowly woke.
"f-fedya.." you opened your clouded eyes, stuttering, dehydrated and powered only by depressant drugs, "fedya.."
you blinked what felt like a thousand blinks before your eyes became clear once again, and you saw your love, fyodor, staring back down at you with a false yet still earnest grin.
"malyshka..my darling...youre awake"
he loved you,no doubt, but his words were so intelligently and so finely positioned that you could barely tell they were artificial. he DID love you, but in this situation, you were just a tool, something to use and test his drugs on.
"fedya.." sobering up finally, you came to your senses, "aah, my head.. what happened.."
you glanced down at your thighs, an empty bottle of drugs which fyodor had you test for him.
"o-oh... i passed out 'cause i took too many pills?.." you sat up on his lap "what were those pills anyway?"
"you have no right to be questioning me, kiska, youre alive, thats all that matters"
fyodors lap was a heavenly place to be, hes the one with authority over your every move, so he gets to choose when you sit there. which wasnt often so you savoured the moment and cuddled up to his cold frame.
you wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your chest against his, not giving your movements a second thought as you were still dazed. he secretly liked when you cuddled him though; so he took his arms around you and rocked sideways as he was greatful that you were still alive.
"im glad youre okay,malyshka, i pushed you a little too hard today, but youre the only one who will take these pills for me, i wholeheartedly apologise"
he wouldnt usually apologise, so this shocked you, however you didnt respond.
he broke away from the hug temporarily to put something into his mouth "here baby, i have something that will make you very happy for me, all this sad behaviour is killing the mood, wouldnt you say?" no questions asked, you were sad, you had almost lost your life just now, and fyodor was the only one who could change that.
your corrupted mind only submitted yourself further under him as you accepted a kiss from him.
he kissed lightly at first, then pushed his tongue into your mouth, along with what felt like another pill.
you swallowed, of course and deepened the kiss. you wrapped your weak arms around his neck and toyed with his hair. the kiss continued for a while, only getting more uncontrollably passionate..wait- thats it ! aphrodisiac !...that sick bastard, you thought
you broke the kiss, as your core heated and strings of saliva disconnected the mouths of you and him. "baby, i dont mean to kill the moment but-"
"what is it kiska? am i not good enough for you to kiss? does my mouth not taste sweet enough for you?"
"did- did you feed me.." you hesitated "aphrodisiac?"
"of course i did, baby, its your *only* way to be happy again, i didnt knock you stupid did i? why are you being so absurd all of a sudden, kiska?" corrupting you further.
you began to get more and more needy as time went by so you unknowingly pulled yourself closer to his chest,grinding across his lap as you did so.
"mhmm~ "
you were displeased with his amusement as you couldnt help it, it was his fault you were this way.
you grinded harder and began whimpering for his touch.
"fedya, baby, please"
"you want to be touched? as you wish my darling, you have been such a good girl for me recently, i will pay you back in pleasure, my dear"
as soon as this was said, you unbuttoned his shirt, followed by your own. you reached for the clasps of your bra and revealed your bare chest. fyodor just sat back and waited until you were ready to be touched.
you grabbed his cold and slender hands and put them at the zipper of your skirt, signaling for him so undress you, and that he did
soon you were wearing only lace panties and thigh high socks, both of which were just two of the pretty things fyodor had bought for you.
"are you ready my love?" fyodor stared at your nearly bare body as you layed down across the length of the sofa.
tonight was about you. your body and your pleasure. and thats what fyodor was going to give to you.
he started by placing kisses at your neck, then to your breasts, and your stomach.
your breath hitched as his warm lips got closer to your core. he adored your small waist, and began praising you for it, "bozhe moy.." his hands trailed down either side of your tiny waist "...kakaya krasavista" (my god.....what a beauty)
he then trailed his fingers to your hips, and kissed every space inbetween, then eventually reaching your pulsing core. he carefully took off your panties and put them on the floor next to him.
"ah, milaya, youre so wet for me already" he kissed at your clit and flicked it side to side with his skillful tongue. at this, you moaned as the aphrodisiac had a strong influence over your sensitive sex.
"mmmhh~~" he licked up and down your slit and planted kisses allover. "my baby...hh~" fyodor inserted his tongue and lapped up all of your juices already coming out of you.
he tongue-fucked you while staring into your eyes and he knew it felt good, he knows everything. he then moved back to your clit, sucking at it and rubbing it side to side with his warm tongue.
"fed-fedya.."
"yes dear?"
"im-"
"speak, darling speak, i didnt do this to just hear you be silent" he sucked "tell me what it is you want to say my love or i wont know"
"m'gonna- gonna cum"
he didnt speak, infact he only sucked and licked harder until you came, sweet juices flowing into his mouth he swallowed. "i see these drugs are working on you then huh, kiska?"
"mh- mhm.." still dazed with bliss from your orgasm.
and later, you came again, and again and again.
four times in one night, all for being a good girl and taking some stupid pills for him, but you loved him still.
"i should use you more often milaya" he smirked.
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bridgyrose · 1 year
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Role Reversal time bitches! Penny is the only fleshy, organic human in a world of androids and robots and she's always worried about standing out!
None of this was right anymore. Penny slowly walked through the streets of Vale, her eyes looking towards the buildings that seemed more fit for the robotic soldiers that Atlas had than for people. The streets were mostly empty as grey and black clouds had started to fill the sky, though she caught the movement of a few people that roamed outside. And while the city looked familiar to her, something still didnt quite feel right. 
“Penny? What are you doing here?” 
Penny froze as she heard a familiar voice, and then saw a red streak fly through the air and land next to her. She felt her heart break and pound in her chest as she looked over the image of a friend she had thought was gone. “R-Ruby?” 
Ruby smiled at her, joints clicking as she moved. “I was worried sick about you! You ran off months ago and I thought you were gone.” 
Penny slowly took Ruby’s hand and felt the familiar synthetic skin, her fingers running over the doll-like joints that this Ruby had. A small smile crossed her lips as she pulled the Ruby into a tight hug. “I… I thought you were gone.” 
“But… I didnt go anywhere.” Ruby slowly pulled back and started to scan Penny. “You were the one who left, remember? Though, you seem a bit strange now. You’re leaking water and the power source you have is… different from the rest of us.” 
“I am fine, really I am.” Penny wiped the tears from her eyes and took a few steps back to regain her composure. “I… I did not mean to worry you. But I…. I had to go.” She paused for a moment and took another look at Ruby. The outfit this Ruby wore reminded her of the outfit the Ruby she knew wore back at Beacon and a few memories started to flood back. “It… it was a fight at the docks, right?” 
“It was. You ran off before we could make sure that you were okay.” 
“Why would I not be?” 
Ruby hesitated. “As… as far as we knew, you were dead.” 
Penny hesitated for a moment and looked towards the docks. “I… died?” 
“Yeah, but you’re alive, so… you must have been put back together again, right? Though, if you dont remember, maybe I could help you with your maintenance-” 
“No, I dont need help.” Penny took a couple steps back and then started to rush off to the docks. “I need to go! I will find you at Beacon, okay?” 
“It was nice seeing you again!” 
Penny rushed down the streets, eyes glowing as she used her maiden powers to propel herself down the metal streets. She landed at the docks and looked out towards the sea, body shaking from the cold air. She slowly made her way through the taped off area to walk through the wreckage of grimm-like machines, being careful with each step to not cut up her feet. Scorch marks littered the area around the machines, shards of metal and glass were embedded into a few of the containers. 
She paused in her step as a red cloak caught her eye, wrapped up around the scepter of creation with the crystal glinting in the sunlight. With each step she took towards the cloak, memories rushed forward into the front of her mind. Her hand shook as she watched Ruby take a fireball that was meant for her, Weiss taking a strike from Neo, Blake dropping to the ground… 
The air around Penny started to swirl around, picking up the loose pieces of metal and glass as she took the cloak and held it close to her chest. Finally, the wind died down and the glass and metal rained down around her, a few pieces slicing into her. She didnt notice as the world around her stopped and a voice finally spoke to her. 
“This is the world you wanted, wasnt it?” 
Penny looked up to see Ambrosius floating in front of her. “I… I do not-” 
“‘I want to create a world where my friends are still alive,’ were your exact words,” Ambrosius said with a grin across his lips. “And when I asked you how you wanted it created, you told me ‘whatever will make sure they’re alive’. I’ll be honest, when the bridge your friend had me create started to go, I wasnt sure if you’d actually make it here. Though, I cant take all the credit for this world.” 
“You… you have to bring me back to them!” Penny shook as she slowly unraveled the cloak from the scepter. “I have to get back to Remnant!” 
“Technically, you are on Remnant. I didnt exactly create this world, but that space your friend Weiss had me create? It acts as a bridge between worlds. All I did was create a bridge directly to this one to fulfill your desire.” 
“Then you can make a new one to get back to Remnant. To my Remnant! I need to help my friends and get back to Ruby!” 
Ambrosius grinned. “And do you know how to get back to your Remnant from here? Or how to create the bridge that would get you back? I liked you and your friends. You were all so creative with what they wanted you to become and how to save everyone, so I gave you a freebie. Exactly what you wanted as you worded it. But to get back? That is another matter entirely.” 
Penny’s eyes started to glow and she quickly created a replica of Crescent Rose and swung it at Ambrosius, stopping at his neck. Her body shook in anger as she held the weapon there, terrified. “There has to be a way back!” 
“And I’m sure there is. And since I like you and your friends so much, allow me to give you one more piece of information. This world is just like yours. If I were you, I’d try to blend in as much as you can and try to find the relic of knowledge here. If you’re lucky, she’ll be able to answer a question for you without having to wait another hundred years.” 
Penny glared as she watched Ambrosius disappear back into the staff and she threw it out into the ocean with a growl. She placed the cloak around her shoulders and started to make her way to Beacon. If it meant getting back to her friends, she’d take the place of the Penny that was here to keep herself out of sight.
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onthefilmfrequency · 2 years
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A few weekends ago my best friends and I went to the Andy Warhol museum. It was legitimately one of the best experiences I have ever had. My favorite part, I think (other than being with my friends) was watching Warhol's films. Both the ones with acting and the more candid ones.
Even when there was acting, the filming style was so genuine, authentic that i was mesmerized by each one. And it all glowed with imperfection - it wasnt edited and redone a million times like modern, popular movies are. I could feel a practically tangible sense of awe - the awe that Warhol felt about emotions and movement and dialogue and architecture and style - humanity. I felt so completely immersed in the realization that I can make something beautiful from how I experience the world, and especially that I am inherently beautiful, in part because of how I experience it.
I usually tell people I don't enjoy movies (ironic to say on this blog) because i always want to analyze them. I don't like watching movies I can't analyze. And recently I haven't really wanted to watch movies at all, not just because of that. Ever since we visited the Warhol museum, though, i have realized why many movies bother me. They're too perfect. They have that Hollywood filter on. So I have been hungry for films and documentaries like those. Ones that are so full of authenticity that it overflows into me.
Another thing I especially loved about Warhol's work is that he had plenty of films of and about the queer experience. He himself was queer and was a very involved member of the queer community while he was alive. And that was communicated so well in his work, i nearly died of appreciation.
We went to an indie art gallery in an upstairs apartment type place (i am not sure what to call it.. studio? It was rather large and had public type bathrooms installed and an emergency exit, but it felt like a kind of apartment) and it felt rather similar. A bunch of human beings, many of them being queer and neurodivergent people, being super authentic - and the art was kinda postmodern in some places. For example, there was a plain white, child sized mannequin without a head. It had a blonde wig where its neck should be. Around the navel (twas naked) in somewhat chickenscratch handwriting, it said, "dis my bely" and below, on the smooth spot where genitals would be, it said, "dis ma but." It was literally the funniest piece of art I have ever seen in my entire life.
Experiences like that make me super excited to go to college in the city - i will have an opportunity to be like that, completely authentic, and surround myself with like-minded people. Plus, i will have my best friends by my side. And I get to learn!!!!
@gothkoala69 @psychedelic-peacock i love u lol
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gremlinhourz · 3 years
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ive come to the conclusion that im not an outsider or different im just me
#to expand on this more im gonna say#ive been feeling overwhelmed w how much ppl say they feel like they dont fit it#and the amount of media that shoves the its okay to not fit in (if ur white skinny and all that)#bc who am i to say i dont fit in when all these ppl dont fit in#how can we all be oitsiders#and now w what i see as the rise of punk/alt culture (or atleast fashion)#ive been feeling even more distressed bc the one thing that i feel makes me independent makes me myself has become popular#it feels suffocating#and i dont wanna gatekeep anything#if u wanna dress alternatively dress alternatively#but it just feels so bad bc how can the thing that strives for that represents independence and rebellion#become apart of what it was rebelling against#i cant say what true punk is#i wasnt alive when the movement was around#but from its influence and everything i look up to abt it#i just want to say that seeing an infinite amount of ppl who dont care abt the political beliefs of the punk movement play dressup#and only listen cus they like the sound and dont care abt the message#it just feels so bad#i cant tell u how to be punk or what qualifies as punk#bc that would remove the meaning of punk#its a rebellious form of self expression that cant be defined by one signle thing#so seeing it be mainstream and just a fashion statement just feels wrong#and to touch back on the outsider thing i feel like i cant be on outsider if everyone else is so im just me im not popular im not a loser#yes i have so many experiences where ive felt left out or made fun of or rlly just different but i feel the same way abt calling myself shy#some many ppl use it so i feel like if i use it im faking it so im not shy or an outsider im me#but anyways i dont think of me or anyone as an outsider we're all just ourselves and we r all different from each other not outsiders
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namjooningelsewhere · 2 years
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War Of The Hearts: #4
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✽Pairing - OT7 x reader (DJ) and OT7 x Lily
✽Word Count - 5.6k
✽Ratings - 18+
✽Genre(s) - Mafia Au, Angst , Fluff, mentions of smut.
✽Trigger Warnings - Mentions of Death, Mentions of Trauma , minor alcohol consumption, mentions of torture and shootouts and mentions of bloodshed, Mentions of Drugs, Attempted Murder, A little manipulative behavior, A shootout, A little Detail of torture (Please do not read this if it triggers you), a lot of cursing.
✽Summary - You've been lurking in the shadows, protecting the seven of Bangtan even if it means you must give your own life. After all, that's what you do when you are in love with someone irrevocably. That pain seems to be minuscule in light of their safety. But it was never about you, for all you are is a speck of dust in the universe they have created for them and their girlfriend. Your heart's at war, but it's fine, you can smile through the pain as long as it means they smile- for her.
✽A/N : Thank you for all the lovely messages and the asks, I was over the moon to read them, This means the world to me. There might be errors in this but please ignore them for now, Il fix them tomorrow.
✽Taglist : @bri-mal @2ne1unni @shatzkrinslinzki @zae007live, @gukieater @tinyoonsblog @skylievin @2ne1unni @lovelgirl22 @euphakid @embrace-themagic @didi-9310 @loisje123 @iamhereforbts @silscintilla @2ne1unni @rp171198
✽Part One Here ✽Part Two Here ✽Part Three Here
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You drifted in and out of consciousness, Which was limited only till hearing voices. No matter how hard you tried You couldn't open your eyes. You kept hearing voices in your head, Voices outside your head, But you recognized none of them though.
After what felt like a hundred years, You felt the energy to get yourself to make a movement, You felt yourself floating to the surface, Becoming more aware of the strange smell, Which was faint by the way, But you could smell it. You could hear the voices around you more clearly, And finally after a conscious and unconscious struggle you could gather the courage to open your eyes.
You shifted a slight bit when your eyes opened slowly and pain shot through your abdomen straight through to your brain.
“DJ you're awake, Thank lord.” A gruff voice greeted you and you strained your eyes to see the owner of this voice, Marco. Jeh’s Boyfriend of seven years.
Marco pressed a light kiss to your forehead and you blinked in acknowledgement, Your throat was parched and you were already feeling like you could swallow up an entire lake. The lake rang a bell and the last thing you remembered was the cars and the lake.
You tried a little hard to open your eyes fully and the similar pain shot up. The room came into focus and eight faces greeted your vision but not the one that you wanted to see desperately, Jeh.
Marco being here started raising a lot of questions in your hazy mind and you abruptly tried getting up, The fear of the worst hitting you all of a sudden.
“DJ just keep lying down please, Don't strain yourself.” Marco tried to get you to lie down but you struggled in his grasp, Namjoon walked forward and held you but you ended up struggling even more.
“Jeh? Where is Jeh?” You croaked and Marco used his strength to make you lie down. You looked at him with tears in your eyes, Why wasnt anybody telling you about Jeh? Marco sighed and immediately a sadness crept over his face. You shivered a little looking at the expression praying to every damn force in the world to keep Jeh safe. He was the only one that held you sane, He had to be alright.
There was so much left that you yet had to achieve with Jeh on your side, He was your oxygen. Your best friend, Your soul and the calm to your storm.
“Jehs alive.” Yoongi’s voice calmed you a little but you noticed the unreadable expressions on their faces.
“But?”
“He’s in a coma.” Marco’s voice cracked a little and the world turned dark for you, Coma? What the fuck had happened yesterday?
“What? What happened?”
“Yoongi shot you, Meanwhile your men and Jeh got bruised up when Ivanovs men tried to ambush them at your warehouse. They were here to kill Yoongi, You and Jeh.”
“I understand they came to kill me, But why her and Jeh?” Marco looked at Yoongi like he was about to throw a punch in his face but he was visibly holding back. You looked panic in confusion at the two men. You had no idea what the actual fuck was going on?
“Don't pretend like you dont know.”
“No I don't.”
“You muddled up with Ivanov for that stupid new drug and This stupid woman went all the way to Bratva Doktor to make sure Ivanov didnt double cross you with his fillers. All the way to Bratva Doktor.” Marco thundered and the entire room fell silent.
“Bratva Doktor?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, and you looked down. They didn't need to know this.
“Yeah Bratva Doktor ! Head of the biggest Syndicate in russian mafia, He’s a bloody godfather. She did that for you. And you say you didn't know?”
“Well we would have if you had let us in this damn room for six days.”
“Oh please i wouldn't let you anywhere near her if i could.” Marco charged forward and Yoongi did the same, Jin and Hoseok separated the two men. You watched the scene in front of you with tears in your eyes.
“Try me, I will be here.”
“I am not fucking scared of you guys, Chicken shits.”
“Who the fuck did you call a chicken shit?” Yoongi spat and you had had enough. Absolutely enough.
“Stop it you two.” You croaked in your weak voice and the two men stilled in front of you.
“Don't overwhelm her.” Namjoon commanded and Marco scoffed.
“Says the one who put her in a fucking hospital bed.” Marco threw a taunt straight at Namjoon’s face and Namjoon immediately radiated murder. This had to stop. You needed to see Jeh.
“I said, '' Stop it. Where is Jeh?” Your voice got a little stronger. Jeh was important now, The rest could go to hell.
“I need to see Jeh now.”
“DJ you're not okay, You were down for six days. Please lay back.” Lily came forward, and you put your hand out to stop her.
“I said I need to see Jeh.” You spoke out with the maximum strength you could muster inside you.
Marco and Namjoon immediately rushed forward to help you out of the bed, You tore salines off your hands, If they wouldn't take you, You would go by yourself.
“Dj jesus woman calm down.”
You threw one stern look at Lily and that shut her up. Marco and Namjoon held you as Taehyung opened the door for you guys. There was no use struggling, They were not letting you go alone.
You took slow steps towards the corridor of the VIP section with two people holding you for support, The pain shot through you at every step you took, But the pain didn't falter your intention seeing Jeh, You needed to see him. Even if it meant you'd die after seeing him.
The door to the room opened and the loud beeping of the machines reached your ears, You took in a sharp breath, Just how seriously injured was he.
The moment you saw Jeh, a loud wail left your mouth and your legs gave out and Namjoon held you to his chest. Jeh was lying right there, battered, bruised and with blood clots all over his face.He laid motionless on the bed with a shit load of devices attached to him. You sobbed hard while Namjoon patted your head.
You looked at the heartbroken Marco who was lovingly patting Jeh’s head, Tears streaming down his face as the guy watched his lover lay there.
You freed yourself from Namjoon’s grasp and took a seat near Jeh, You took his bruised hand in yours and the worst form of anger coursed through your veins, Fire lit up your brain. Ivanov was going to pay for this, Oh he would. He would pay in a way that would rip his soul right out of his body. Nobody, Absolutely touched Jeh and got away with it. You would never let that happen.
You wiped your tears away and stood up, This time although the pain was still present, You no longer needed the support. Everyone watched you as you took Jeh’s broken phone next to the table and dialled the Chongbin, The second in command.
He picked up at the first ring, Giving you a sense of relief he was safe.
“Chongbin I need you to book a charter flight for me to Moscow, I need a car to take me to Novosibirsk.” Chongbin noted the details you gave out and gave a confirmation.
“Chongbin send our men to Volgograd, To the Lenin Volga-Don shipping Canal. We need our four targets Andrei, Egor, Mikhail andArtyom Ivanov. Keep tabs on them, Don't let them run away, Wait for my orders. If they try to escape, Do what you need to do but I need them alive. I need them alive when they are delivered to me.”
You heard a loud gasp at the end of the call and Chongin stammered a yes, and you hung up. Ivanov had gone underground the moment the shit had hit the ceiling with Bangtan. He had no business coming for Jeh, You never hurt anyone from his side. All you did was keep a tab so that Yoongi couldnt be harmed. He had safely arrived to /korea and left Korea even when he had threatened Yoongi. You had done nothing.
There was a pin drop silence in the room. Marco had rubbed away his tears long ago and now he was waiting just for your orders. He knew you would never let the person who harmed Jeh get away. That was the only reason he slept peacefully at night because he knew You would keep Jeh safe at any cost.
“Dj Don't go anywhere, You're not in the condition.” You glared at Lily who cowered at your gaze.
“I need my clothes, Marco wanna come with me?”
“Do you even need to ask? Let's tear the motherfucker down.” You smirked at his sentence. You quickly let Bratva Doktor know of your arrival, The godfather obliged though surprised of your impromptu visit, Gave you the time to meet him. All you had to do was drag the motherfucker from his own country and finish him off where he left off.
You dressed up quickly, Chongbin delivered your clothes to the hospital, The doctor did not have a say in your situation. Jeh came first, Before you, Before Bangtan. The doctor dressed your wound after nursing the stitches and you clenched your fists in pain. The thought of the amount of pain that Jeh was put through to land him in Coma was exactly what gave you strength.
“That will be all Miss DJ. You need to be very very gentle with it,The stitches are still fresh, No excessive physical strain please.”
“Give me the highest dose of the painkiller injection you have. This shit needs to die down for a while.” The doctor looked at you like you had lost it, But the outline of the gun against your jacket was enough to put his questions to rest.
You bid a formal goodbye to Bangtan and before you could proceed to screw the bastard over you went over to Jeh to check on him before you left.
The Seven of them were already waiting with Marco in his room. You quickly whispered ``I'll see you soon in Jeh’s ears and Namjoon and the rest of the guys assured you that they would stay here to take care of Jeh while you were gone.
“You do what you need to, We will be here until you come back. All eight of us.”
“Thankyou.”
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Flashback :
“Jeh i will kick your ass if you laugh one more time.”
“How can i not laugh about it DJ, My best friends a bad ass, A fucking mafia for god sakes and shes afraid of taking off and landing.”
“People can be afraid of a lot of things, You don't need to make fun of them you bastard.” Jeh laughed again, swatting you in the arm making you yelp. He always found your fear of the take off and landing very funny, But he was also the one who held your hand the tightest during that.
“You don't need to be scared when I'm here.” He burst out laughing again and you hit him playfully, But the laughter didn't die down, He just caught your hand tightly in his and kept laughing. You sighed and closed your eyes, tuning out the noise around you.
“Stop before I throw you out of the bloody plane.”
“Haa id like to see you try, You love me too much DJ. You would never let anything happen to me.”
“You know too much.”
“Now rest that head on my shoulder woman, This will be over before you know it”
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Tears streamed down your eyes as you fastened the belt around you, The engine of the plane started and your blood pressure started to rise out of the panic. You missed Jeh terribly, But you made up your mind to not let the fear get to you.
The plane took off with MArco taking Jeh’s place, But he didn't radiate the warmth that Jeh did. No matter what would happen, Even if you had to die you would, But Ivanov would be going down. No one got to your family, No one. And Jeh was your family.
You went over the plan a million times in your head by the time you reached Moscow. The entire eight hour flight had been the longest in your life, Every minute passing by felt like a fucking torture, You needed Ivanov’s blood, You were fucking out for it.
Ivanov would only go down by himself, You had other plans for him. You would make sure he would feel the highest degree of pain he would ever feel, And then he would see his death. You had special provisions for it too.
Moscow hadn't changed a bit, Same old vibrance, Same old royal vibes to it. You made your way from the airport to the godfather's office. It was already close to the end of the day and this was the perfect time to get the rat out of its hiding.
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“You know what we're getting into right?”
“Yeah”
“Good, If we die we are taking them down with us. It's going to be a bloody messy situation out three. We are literally going to ask the godfather to hand over his branch family nephew to us. I don't know how that's going to turn out.”
“DJ I know you can do it, I know you'd do anything for Jeh. And the fact that youre going to the fucking lions den to snatch one of his cubs makes me proud of you. Jeh is a lucky man to have a friend like you.” A single tear escaped your eyes at mention of Jeh, How did your darling best friend get into this situation? It was You all you. You had sworn to not get him into any mess here further.
“I am a lucky bitch.”
“We will see about that.”
“I have my men here on guard out there okay, Even if something happens to me they will take you to safety okay? And in the worst case your arrangements to go back to Seoul or Malaga both have been arranged.”
“Dj im not fucking leaving you okay? If we die, We die together. Jeh will catsastrate me if I let you die.”
“Then let's hope we can get back to that bastard safely.” Marco chuckled at your words and you took a deep breath when you saw the mansion approaching.
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“Good Evening DJ” The Godfather greeted you as he took his seat.
“Good Evening Bratva.”
“You have a friend with you.” He motioned towards Marco and you introduced him.
“GodFather this is Marco, He is from Spain.”
He paid no attention to Marco and you could feel his calculating gaze on you. He was thinking hard, Trying to figure out what exactly you wanted from him. You took the hint and straightened up in your position.
“Bratva Doktor I need Iosif Ivanov”
“And what do you mean by need?”
“I need to kill him and his four brothers Andrei, Egor, Mikhail andArtyom Ivanov.” You looked straight in the eyes of the godfather, making sure he knew you meant business. He leaned forward and threw you and Marco an amused look.
“And why would I hand over the Ivanov brothers to you DJ? You come here to ask me about my own branch of family men?”
“I am not here to talk to Bratva Doktor as the head of the Ivanov family, I'm here to talk to the Bratva Doktor who is a righteous godfather who believes family is the most important and you should always do right by family.”
“What about me doing right by my family?”
“What possibly could you do right to your family if they tried to harm mine?”
“What did you do with Ivanv DJ?”
“Godfather, I did nothing, Ivanov threatened Yoongi. And he is dear to me. All I did was to keep tabs on ivanovas movement in Korea. No harm done.”
“And why would I believe you?”
“Godfather I wouldn't sit here and lie to a righteous man, I have the righteous blood of my father running in me. I will do whatever it takes to protect my family. Whatever it takes. It was wrong of Ivanova to touch my family when i did nothing.”
“I could kill you for this DJ. No one will know what happened to you.” You never once felt afraid of this man here, You knew there was a possibility of you dying, But you took the chance. Jeh never was harmed in a way that was beyond serious and now he lay lifeless and breathing by life support. You were going to avenge that.
“Then make sure you kill me Bratva, Because if you leave me alive I won't stop until I kill Ivanovs brothers and him. I'm here to avenge my family and I will. Don't let me walk out alive out of that door if you have no intentions to hand over Ivanov to me.”
Marco looked at you bewildered. This woman was out with death on her head and he admired you for your courage. You sat in front of one of the most dangerous godfathers of the mafia and spoke to him without batting an eyelash. You were incredible. Marco was making sure he would tell you that.
“I would give anything in the world to have a daughter like you DJ.”
You were taken aback by the sudden appreciation by the Godfather.
“You Are righteous, Courageous. You Are a treasure. Ivanov and the rest of them are yours. You have my word.” You nearly jumped out of your chair at the mention of taking the Ivanova men. The seriousness of the situation kept you rooted to the ground. Marco squeezed your hand under the table and you squeezed his hand back.
Bratva Doktor treated you to the best lunch you ever had, in the grandest mansion you had ever seen, the food looked least inviting to you since you had your eyes set only to the door. You didn't want to miss out on the expression on Ivanova’s face when he saw you and even better when the Bratva Doktor told him he had handed him off to you.
An hour later, Bratva led you to a hall beside his office that you had sat in, A big coffin was placed in the centre and you looked in confusion, Hell be damned if he had already Ivanov. The godfather sensed your confusion and he laughed.
“Don't worry he is just unconscious. I hate the pleading.” You burst out laughing at his words, This man was very very different.
“He is mine to kill.”
“He is yours to kill Doch.” You froze at the mention of the word Doch, Daughter in russian. Did Bratav Doktor just refer to you as his daughter?
“You take care Doch, You call me if you have anyone giving you trouble. You are my Doch now.” Doktor kissed your forehead and patted your head. You hugged Doktor for referring to you as his daughter, You had lost your father long ago, Having him as your father swelled your heart with so many emotions. Ivanov at least had been useful in some way.
“Bratva, I need a place, I have one last unfinished business here.” You said looking at the coffin.
“My men will take you there, Doch.”
Life really had strange ways. The past few days brought bangtan in your life unexpectedly, Jeh got injured, And now you had a fatherly figure in your life.
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“Where am i?”
“Where do you think you would be Ivanova?” You smirked at the man's confused expression after seeing you. He struggled upon finding his hands tied to the chair. He uttered a string of curses, Which made you laugh. These bastards never knew when to stop.
“You ?”
“Surprise Surprise..” Ivanov struggles some more and you burst out laughing, the sudden laughing gave you a sting in your abdomen but you were too far high on Ivanovs misery.
“How the hell are you alive ? I made all the provisions for you three to die.”
“Well you should have made them a little better, Because see i'm alive.” Ivanov scoffed at your words, and you narrowed your eyes at him. Tied in a chair and at your mercy this man still had nerves to have an attitude.
“At Least the other rat died in your warehouse. You should have seen him fighting poor thing trying to save your men. Should have seen the way he fluttered.” Ivanov burst out laughing and your blood boiled like a volcano and you got up straight from your chair and rained punches on the man.
“DJ your stitches, Careful.” Marco pulled you back but he lunged forward with double force once he made sure you sat again. You felt a sharp pain, but chose to ignore it. This bastard needed to be taught a lesson first.
“Huh think these kids can kill me? Try me DJ. I am not afraid of these guns and weapons.”
“Who said there were guns for you? Uh huh Ivanova. I have a better surprise for you..” Marco whistled and the doors to the warehouse opened and Ivanov raised his eyebrows in question. You kept your gaze fixed on his face to see his exact reaction after seeing his surprise.
The four men were wheeled with their faces covered with a cloth and Ivanov scoffed when they were placed around him with him right in the centre.
“Threatening me with my men? Huh you should have known better. Go ahead, kill them.”
“Uh huh? You eight better don't stop until I say or I'll chop your arms off.” The said men immediately got to work until working two each on the four masked men. They rained punches after punches on them while they cried for mercy through muffled voices.
Soon the white cloth on their faces began turning red, and Ivanov began laughing again hearing the cries of the pleading men. You patiently observed him, But the man had no idea.
“That's all your men got?” He spat the blood from his mouth and an evil smile lit up your face? Interesting.
“Oh yeah ? Why don't we unmask them?”
“As if that's going to make a differ- Ivanovs words died down in his throat when he saw who the men were. His mouth ran dry and he looked at you with a face filled with horror. That! That was what you wanted to see, The fear that you felt when you woke up and couldn't see your best friend, The fear of losing the only family in the world.
The men stilled for a moment and you raised your eyebrows at them.
“Did I ask you to stop?” Cries filled the room again and Ivanovas pleas to stop joined the four men.
“Stop it, they will die.” Ivanov pleaded but you just kept watching the show unfolding in front of you.
“Yeah ? Want me to stop? Okay.” You instructed your men to stop, But the moment they stopped the cries of the men got louder, The intensity of the pain registering to them. The wails got louder and louder and Ivanov began struggling in his chair again to get to his brothers.
Blood was spilled everywhere, The brothers were losing consciousness and you instructed your men to rain those punches again. Ivanov screamed the loudest he could, Drowning the cries of his brothers to stop.
“DJ i beg you, Please stop.”
“How does it feel Ivanov huh to see your loved ones getting hurt? Rips your heart out right. I felt the same when I saw my best friend in a coma. You know he felt the same when he saw his boyfriend in Coma.” you pointed at Marco, Who was just watching the scene in front of him with an unreadable expression.
“I beg you, It was my fault I should have known better to come for your family. I am sorry DJ. Let them go. Kill me.”
“You think I'm going to spare you?” You laughed at his statement, What gave him the expression that you were going to spare his life?
“Take everything I have, Kill me but leave my brothers out of it.”
“Too late.” You signalled your men to start beating the four men again and Ivanov continued to wail, seeing his brothers lose their blood first and consciousness later.
“Open one of his hands.” You instructed your men and Marco choked beside you.
“Comeon Ivanov, Choose who you wanna kill first.” Your men handed him a gun but kept the guns pressed to his brothers heads pressed tight. Ivanov lost it when you finished the sentence, His eyes going wide in horror.
“No, I won't do that.”
“Okay, then your wife and son die too. Choose.”
“You will rot in hell DJ, You fucking witch?”
“Witch? That's a first. Anyway choose brothers or wife and kids”
“Don't do this. Please.”
“Marco, Call Alxir and ask him to shoot down the target.”
“No, no , wait.” He shot the youngest brother who fell to the ground immediately, Ivanov screamed his name and cried.
“Now, Now the next one.”
He shot the third one and the man fell to the ground.
“I will rain hellfire on you.” Ivanov threatened, And you threw him a bored look.
“Rain those bullets on them first or should I rain hell on your wife?”
“Dont.” He screamed a little louder and shot the eldest, Three down one to go.
He shot the last brother and wailed out loud hitting himself with the free hand. He picked up the gun to shoot himself but your men snatched it away from him just in time. Who said he could die so easily?
“I regret the day I decided to come after you.”
“Regret the day you decided to come after my loved one.” Your men tied his hands behind him again and you stood up.
“What are you waiting for, Kill me now.”
“Uh uh i'll finish you where you started it.” Your men quickly picked him up and you walked ahead with Marco, Ivanov was going to die. But he wouldn't die here. He would die by the hands of the one he wronged.
“Shut him in the boot and inform Bratva that we are leaving for the airport.” Your men nodded and you sat in the car. The pain started again and you winced a little.
“You okay?”
“Yeah don't worry, We are almost done.”
Bratva Doktor had been generous enough to lend you his private plane to avoid any complications in taking Ivanov to Seoul. The Russian government would never question the godfather and that made the transition smoother. You made provision for the jet to land at the Seoul private airport and the rest would already be taken care of by Chongbin.
“The nine of them who had ambushed the warehouse have been caught and disposed of under the waste of the chemical factory, Perfect! Another job done before you land in Seoul.
You had already instructed the entire VIP area to be cleared for your arrival.
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You winced in pain at the increasing pain in your abdomen, You had started burning up and the flight did not make it any better, Maybe your body wasnt taking this trip better but you had to do what you had to.
Your body started heating up and the first stitch started coming loose, You rested yourself at the sink in the bathroom and your vision started going black. You were several thousand feet up in the air and you couldn't do anything.
You tried resting down but that didn't help either. The eight and half hours of the flight bought you the worst hell as bit by bit you felt the pain increasing to the highest limit. You were seconds away from fainting away with pain when you landed to seoul. You couldn't faint now, You had to keep up until you finished what you had started.
The drive to the hospital was the deadliest, Three stitches opening, Extreme case of pain and fever. That's all the trip has given you. You had overexerted yourself. But the satisfaction that was about to come was worth all of this.
You entered the private entrance, While your man dragged Ivanov towards the floor of the VIP ICU. He had been defeated and he hadn't uttered a word the entire time. Looked like he had accepted his fate.
You opened the door to the ICU and saw the similar faces, Whose eyes widened when they saw Ivanov walking behind hands tied and being led by your men. Yoongi choked on air when he saw what condition you had gotten Ivanov into.
“You dragged him from Moscow?”
“Hmm.” you walked over to Jehs side, black spots crowding your vision, You could feel the top getting wetter by the second from the blood seeping out, You thanked heavens for wearing black. Marco could have possibly passed out if he would have seen the amount of blood you had been losing.
You kicked him on the knee and Ivanov fell down on his knees to the ground, Right in front of you. You unlocked the safety switch and loaded the gun, and gently took an unconscious Jeh’s hands into your own, Linked his finger to the trigger.
“Goodbye Ivanov, See you in hell.” You pressed your finger and Jeh’s together and the gun fired, Putting a bullet straight to Ivanov's head. Ivanov fell to the ground and you let go of Jehs hand.You heard a sob from Marco and smiled gently at him. Now all you could do was pray for Jeh to wake up soon. The score had been settled.
But the moment was extremely short lived as the pain came back unbearably and your hand went straight to your abdomen, Black spots scattered in your vision and Hobi’s worried face was the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes. Again.
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So, isn’t eret related to herobrine? And in the recent lore, wasnt it implied that foolish might’ve used to have been friends with herobrine? So i wonder how Joe would react to finding out
Eret has always been a person with aspirations of more. More power, more wealth, more respect. They know this about themself, know that sometimes it leads them to make bad choices and do bad things, but they have lived a long time and with that comes the tired sort of acceptance that those things happen, and that they should at least try to be a good person. In their youth, when they were maybe Tommy's age, if that, they had not yet learned to temper their ambition.
Eret laughs, loud and clear, as thunder roils in the air. Rain sluices down their face, soaks their clothes, and renders the grassy plains earth beneath their feet into slippery, unstable mud. Wild gray eyes watch with manic glee as redstone torches placed on an altar of solid gold and netherrack flicker, but do not extiguish in the torrential rain.
"Herobrine!" Eret screams into the dark, agitated sky. "My name is Eret, and I demand you grant me your power!"
Lightning strikes the top of the altar and once again Eret laughs a dead man's cackle. Bright white burns the backs of their eyelids; even with their eyes closed the lightning momentarily blinds them.
"You demand, huh?" a soft voice says. Its accent is twangy and the voice is higher than Eret's own.
Eret finally pries their eyes open, squinting through the downpour. "Herobrine," they breathe. The man is shorter than Eret imagined, and much less physically imposing than the tomes depict him to be. Despite this, the air around him carries a certain weight to it.
"What do you want my power for?" Herobrine asks. The rain falls into his hair his beard, the shoulders of his raggedy shirt, yet the water does not soak him.
"I want to exist beyond my years, elevated above mortal minds," Eret raves, "I want to unravel the secrets of life itself!"
"Is that so," Herobrine hums. He hasn't struck Eret dead yet, so their chances of getting what they want seem to be climbing ever higher.
"There's a reason men aren't born with this power," Herobrine warns. His voice is the rasp of snakeskin on silk.
"I am no man," Eret says, and means it in more ways than one.
Herobrine tilts his head slowly, regarding Eret like a peculiar stone or a two-leaf clover-- not something good, per se, but mildly interesting nonetheless. Something about the canine movement chills Eret to the bone in a way that even the rain can't.
"I'll give you a taste of the power I made for myself, Eret," the man says, speaking the name like it's a foreign word for something foul. "You will live with it for the rest of your life."
Eret's heart swells. They've done it, they got what they wanted! They summoned Herobrine, and made it out alive--
Lightning strikes again, searing itself into Eret's eyes. They scream at the blinding white, the blinding pain. Nothing is audible over the roaring inside of Eret's skull and the tiny voice that tells Eret that the rest of their life, as Herobrine said, may not extend past the next five minutes.
The pain recedes somewhat, though light still swims in their vision. Their palms and knees are muddy-- they find that at some point they must have collapsed. They look up. There are shimmers all throughout the air, an aurora borealis of colors Eret’s never seen before. No matter where they look, it surrounds them.
Their gaze falls on the altar. The gold shines cataclysmically, radiant with that same shimmering haze. Against their will, Eret looks up at Herobrine and immediately screams again in agony. The man is like his eyes-- pure white, blinding, horrible. On the edges of their consciousness, Eret sees the swirling, roiling mass of thunder and magic of the sky, and does not dare look up.
Choking on a scream, Eret rips their gaze down toward their trembling hands. Between their hands is a puddle of rainwater, the same water pelting their back. Eret gasps.
Their eyes are pure white.
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