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yeolsaintlaurent · 7 months

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Nocturnal Reverie ch.2 [PCY]

pairing - chanyeol x fem reader

genre - mature, smut, angst

themes - power imbalance, romance, crime, justice, class divide, politics, sex

synopsis - In the sprawling, dystopian city of Emberhaven, where power and corruption reign supreme, the lives of two unlikely individuals collide in a tale of passion, intrigue, and moral reckoning. Chanyeol, an enigmatic and wealthy scion of the city's elite, finds himself captivated by the elusive Y/N, a cunning and resourceful thief who navigates the treacherous underworld of Emberhaven. Their first encounter, sparked by a chance meeting in a luxurious club called The Velvet Lounge, sets the stage for a whirlwind romance amidst a backdrop of crime, politics, and danger.

Chapter two: Unveiling Secrets

Chanyeol - 06:00

Chanyeol's morning began with the precision of a well-oiled machine. He awoke to the soft hum of his penthouse's automated blinds, allowing the first slivers of dawn to infiltrate the room. The muted skyline of the city stretched before him, its jagged edges and monolithic structures a stark reminder of the world outside his sanctuary.

The city, with its stark contrast between opulence and despair, unfurled below him like a tattered tapestry. He had once been a part of the elite, born into a family of power and wealth. But now, as he looked down upon the struggling masses, he could not escape the gnawing realization that he was an outsider in his own city.

The divide between the rich elite, like his family had been, and the downtrodden underclass seemed impossible to bridge. The wealthy politicians, ensconced in their lavish mansions, held no sympathy for the plight of the underprivileged. His anger flared as the morning news flashed scenes of a riot unfolding in front of a politician's home.

On the screen, the indifferent politician shrugged off responsibility, blaming the impoverished for their own circumstances. Chanyeol's jaw clenched as he watched, his fingers tightening around the remote control. He wanted to scream at the screen, to make the arrogant politician see the suffering that he and his ilk had wrought upon the city.

But he knew better than to act impulsively. Chanyeol had plans, carefully calculated and patiently waiting for the right moment to unfold. His quest for redemption and justice required patience and precision, and he couldn't afford to tip his hand prematurely.

With a sigh, he turned off the television, his pent-up frustration dissipating into the air. It was still too early, and he had much to do before he could take action. He moved through his morning routine with the discipline of a soldier.

His private gym was his sanctuary within a sanctuary. He worked out with dedication. The weight of his past sins bore down on him with each repetition, pushing him to his limits.

After an intense workout, he headed to the luxurious bathroom, where the steam from a hot shower enveloped him in warmth. His mind wandered back to the events of the previous night, to the fiery-haired thief who had ignited a spark of intrigue within him.

As he dressed in meticulously chosen attire, Chanyeol couldn't shake the memory of their encounter at the Velvet Lounge. Her audacity, her charm, and the air of mystery that surrounded her had left an indelible mark on his thoughts. He wondered if their paths would cross again, and what secrets she held beneath her beguiling exterior.

Breakfast was a solitary affair, a healthy meal that reflected his commitment to taking care of his body. He savored each bite, the flavors a welcome distraction from the weight of his responsibilities. But as he finished eating, the television screen flashed images of the riot once more, and the politician's callous words echoed in his mind.

Chanyeol knew he couldn't remain idle for much longer. The city's wounds ran deep, and he had a role to play in mending them. He had to be patient, but the burning desire for change gnawed at his soul, driving him to the precipice of action.

For now, he would bide his time, honing his skills, and watching the city's plight from his penthouse perch. He couldn't save everyone, but he was determined to make a difference, even if it meant walking the perilous path of redemption alone.

Y/N - 13:00

The same day, in the late afternoon, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her body accustomed to the nocturnal rhythms of her life. She yawned and stretched, the afternoon sunlight casting a warm glow across her modest townhouse. Her late lunch consisted of a slightly overcooked microwaveable pizza, a hasty and unceremonious affair.

Y/N paid little heed to the burnt edges of her meal, devouring it with a sense of indifference. She had never been one to fuss over the finer details of life's comforts. After all, her existence thrived in the shadows, where imperfections were her allies.

Following her meager repast, Y/N retreated to her bedroom, the heart of her secluded haven. She indulged in moments of leisure, playing with her feline companion, Kat, whose sleek black fur seemed to absorb the room's shadows. Netflix offered a temporary escape from the realities of her world, and she basked in the glow of the screen.

As evening descended and the city surrendered to the embrace of darkness, Y/N emerged from her sanctuary, ready for the night's endeavors. Her chosen attire was a testament to practicality and grace, designed to allow her to blend into the shadows or traverse the city's rooftops with agile finesse.

With a satchel bag containing her essential tools, Y/N added a touch of lip gloss and a spritz of Libre by YSL, an olfactory veil as well as her signature scent. It was a ritual of preparation, a transformation that marked the transition from her ordinary existence to the life of a cunning thief.

Tonight's mission had a purpose beyond personal gain. Y/N shared in the city's frustration, the anger at the indifference of the elite. Her target, the Fabergé eggs, was a symbolic choice, a strike at the opulence that seemed oblivious to the suffering below. She was no vigilante, but she knew where to hurt those who believed themselves invincible. She had heard about them a couple days ago at the Velvet Lounge, when she overheard the boastful wife of the same politician going on and on about her husband’s extravagant present. The other affluent womens’ reactions at the table served her vanity, her expressions all haughty.

Silently, she had managed to infiltrate the mansion, her years of experience making her a phantom in the night. Evading security measures and avoiding the occasional wandering resident, she made her way to the opulent lounge where the coveted eggs were displayed. Looking around she couldn't help but let out an airy laugh at the interiors and the decor of this mansion. Her humble abode was a far cry from this disgustingly outrageous place.

With careful precision, Y/N secured four of the five Fabergé eggs, knowing their absence would be a sting felt deeply by the politician and his wife. Her escape had to be timed perfectly. With the last egg clutched in her hand, she smashed it on the floor, creating a cacophonous distraction that would draw attention away from her escape. The last smashed egg also served as a way to twist the wound of the theft deeper; symbolic in a manner.

Bounding onto the balcony, Y/N leaped into the cool night air, executing a flawless roll as she touched down on the ground. She sprinted through the darkness, her movements fluid and calculated.

She soon reached the high street and in her haste, collided with a tall figure, a mere blur amongst the ocean of people walking up and down the street; some shopping for shiny things to fill whatever void the city left within them, the others looking on in envy and self-pity. Without looking back, she yelled an apology and continued her mad dash, weaving through the labyrinthine streets to evade capture.

The tall figure she had bumped into was none other than Chanyeol, en route to meet his longtime friend, Kyungsoo. The unexpected encounter left him momentarily bewildered, his thoughts racing as he watched the fleeting silhouette of the mysterious woman disappear into the night.

Chanyeol's heart raced as he watched the fleeting figure of the fiery-haired thief disappear into the night. He recognized her by the vibrant hue of her hair and the lingering scent of her perfume that hung in the air. It was her, the enigmatic woman who had stolen not just Fabergé eggs but a piece of his thoughts since their encounter at the club.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he quickened his pace, pursuing her shadow through the maze-like streets of the city. But he soon realized that chasing her through the labyrinthine alleys was a fruitless endeavor. Y/N had vanished once more, leaving him with nothing but a sense of intrigue.

Frustrated and determined, Chanyeol decided to abandon his pursuit for now. He couldn't let this mysterious woman consume his every thought, not when he had other matters to attend to. Besides, he felt that destiny had a way of orchestrating encounters when the time was right.

With a sigh, he made his way to the Velvet Lounge, the same place where their paths had first crossed. He felt a strange connection to it now, as if it held the answers to the enigma that was Y/N.

Inside the dimly lit establishment, he spotted his friend Kyungsoo at the bar, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a tight-lipped, smirky smile. The lawyer was a man of unconventional methods, unafraid to throw a punch when he believed it was deserved, even in the pursuit of justice.

Chanyeol slid onto the barstool next to Kyungsoo, offering a nod of greeting. "You always pick the most charming places to meet, Yeol."

Chanyeol chuckled, his eyes twinkling.. "What can I say, Soo? I have a knack for finding the hidden gems."

Chanyeol couldn't contain his excitement. "Bro, you won't believe what happened to me," Chanyeol began, his voice tinged with a sense of exhilaration. "I had an interesting experience right here yesterday. I came here for some drinks, as I always do, and this…very sexy and captivating woman walked up to me, started sweet talking me, and… well you know me… I reciprocated, and just as I thought I could uh, you know, bring her back to mine and show her a good time.. she went ahead and tried to rob me dude!”, he chuckles.

Kyungsoo raised an intrigued eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly smile. "What the fuuuck, the way your telling me this, and your expressions are kinda leading me to believe you actually let her go?? Bro, come on!!” “You should have seen her Soo, you should have spoken to her. Then maybe you’d understand why I actually find this amusing. Also she managed to disappear into thin air it seemed like before I could even stop her.”, Chanyeol replies.

Kyungsoo shakes his head and looks over to the bar, where he sees Suho stationed, and nods at him in a greeting. Suho smiles back before serving the customers seated in front of him. In a way, this got Kyungsoo thinking. He knew his best friend had never been this taken with a girl in just one encounter. And when he was, it wouldn’t usually last past a couple nights, after Chanyeol has had his fun and decides to call it quits. The women couldn’t find themselves angry with him though, even his breakup texts oozed charm. He had a way with words and the ladies.

Chanyeol leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. " I can't get her out of my head, bro. She's like this siren, you know.."

Kyungsoo chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, dude, you've always had a flair for the dramatic. But I can see why this woman has captured your attention. Perhaps she's a riddle worth unraveling."

Their conversation shifted to more serious matters, as they discussed their long-standing plans to bring justice to the city. Chanyeol leaned forward, his eyes filled with determination. "Soo, it's time we take matters into our own hands. The city is drowning in corruption and indifference. We can't just stand idly by any longer."

Kyungsoo nodded, his expression serious. "You're right. I've been working on building a case against some of the politicians, with the help of our local police chief, Kim Minseok. It won't be easy, but we have to start somewhere."

Chanyeol's eyes gleamed with resolve. "I've been preparing too.. My family's past may be tainted, but I want to make amends. I have a plan, and it involves exposing the truth and bringing those responsible to justice."

Kyungsoo raised his glass in a silent toast. "To justice, Yeol, and to the mysteries that bring us together. We'll make this city a better place, one step at a time."

#--yeolsaintlaurent #nocturnal reverie #exo #exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo smut #chanyeol x you #chanyeol scenario #chanyeol imagine #chanyeol smut #chanyeol #chanyeol x reader #exo chanyeol #park chanyeol #chanyeol fic

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josephslittledeputy · 9 months

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WIP Whenever!

Been tagged in a few WIP Wednesdays that I missed, so thank you @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @inafieldofdaisies @jillvalentinesday @marivenah @simplegenius042 @g0dspeeed for keeping me in the loop!

Tagging @clicheantagonist @henbased @nonfunctioning-queer @purplehairsecretlair @adelaidedrubman and anyone else who feels like it! (Or don’t, totally up to you)

First up is part one of Willa’s dark au, They Watch From The Pews

Another day gone by, another hostage saved, another person she’s helped that weren’t her people.

She'd been stuck in Fall’s End for nearly a week now, recovering from her concussion, helping out when needed, rescuing anyone who needed rescuing. Most everyone she’d rescued had made their way to Fall’s End, some even decided to form a group: The Resistance. Or at least that’s what they started calling themselves. It wasn’t very creative, but it didn’t need to be when it was getting the job done, which was to push back against the cult. So far, it’d been working relatively well and every day their numbers grew in strength. What she couldn’t stomach, though, was the fact that everyone looked to her like a de facto leader.

She was no leader.

What normally would elate someone else only made her infuriated. What right did they have to delegate such a role to her? Every day it was something new: Deputy, take out this group of peggies and rescue these hostages! Deputy, the cult stole all our gas, bring us some tanker trucks! Deputy, someone from the cult defected, you need to save them! Deputy, pick up a big rig you’ve never driven in your life because it was my dads! Never once did anyone ever ask about her needs. For days she'd been waiting for news, from anyone, and yet all they had to tell her was more shit that needed to be done! For all she knew, her people were dead already and here she was, playing a glorified errand runner for people who couldn't give two shits about her! Not unless she could do something for them first. The rage that had nestled in her chest before—a hot ember kept ignited by every slight she’d suffered—grew, and grew, until it was nearly consuming her.

Then, during one of the long, long days she’d been sitting in Fall’s End, she’d snapped.

“I don’t give a damn, Jerome! I’m goin' whether you 'er any a'yer little Resistance like it 'er not. And tell Mary May not to close my goddamn tab!”

They’d recently gotten word from the cult defector that Hudson was being kept in John’s bunker. Their only problem was that he kept the only key to the place tied around his neck and rarely ever left. When he did leave, it was with a whole entourage of peggies, keeping him more secure than the president themselves. It wasn’t that she couldn’t take them all down—especially with the help of the Resistance—but they had machine guns and grenade launchers, all things she very much lacked. So, her only course of action was to draw his ire, get herself kidnapped, and figure things out from there. If she played her cards right, she could get into the bunker and get Hudson out. Jerome and Mary May, however? Well, they weren't keen on the idea. What would happen if they lost their biggest asset against the cult? It led to an argument that carried over into the next morning, until finally, she threw her arms up and told them where the sun don't shine.

Fast Forward to when Willa rescues Hudson

“I know your sin. It drives you. Every thought, every action.” He lets out a breath. “Your sin is Wrath.” On the final word, he places his hand to his chest with a small laugh. “So I’ll indulge you: Become Wrath. Let it fill your body and consume your soul. Because in the end, you’ll still be empty. And I’ll be waiting right here.” John gives her a pitying look before throwing a glance behind him, at Hudson. “We both will.”

“No, John. I’m taking Hudson and we’re leaving or so help me I will cave your goddamn fuckin’ head in!” Swinging at him—something he evidently hadn’t expected—she smashes the pipe against his shoulder, ignoring his cry of pain. Dropping the pipe, she lunges for him, sending them both toppling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Her fist launches forward, sending his head snapping to the side in a daze when it connects. “That’s for drowning me, you bastard.” Standing to her feet, she quickly rushes over to Hudson, who was struggling and yelling. “I gotcha.” Gently peeling the tap off, she quickly begins working on her ropes, ignoring the groaning John on the floor, who was recovering from her assault quicker than she'd expected.

“You came… I-I thought…” Hudson sobs, taking in deep breaths that weren’t restricted by the tape over her mouth.

“Of course I did.” She moves to the front of her and crouches down, working on getting the restraints off her feet next. “I know it took me a while, I had to… Well, I was preoccupied.” She looks up at Hudson, gently wiping away the fresh tears that’d fallen. “But I never stopped looking. Now let’s get the hell outta here, huh?”

“You’ll never get out of here, Deputy.” John coughs, standing and shaking his head with a bruise beginning to form around his eye.

“Like hell we will.” She growls, grabbing Hudson’s hand and pulling her toward the door. Yanking on the handle, she slips out the small crack of the door and closes it behind her, sealing John in the room by himself.

Next is my beloved Valerie Morgan, from my Clash of Worlds AU

The wind rushes through her hair, the motorcycles engine purrs beneath her, and the neon lights turn into blurs overhead.

God, she hates to admit how much she missed Night City, but it truly feels like coming home, even if it’s not actually her city. It won’t be long until it is. Until all the little ants are trembling beneath her feet, eager to get out of her way or to throw their lot in with her in hopes of being spared. It’s a thought that tugs a wicked smile onto her face, pulling at the freshly healed scars marring the left side of her face, a courteous reminder from a name she no longer cares to remember.

She wouldn’t want to ruin such a good mood, after all.

She’s buzzing with an energy that could transcend time, if she let it. She feels unstoppable, like there’s nothing that can stand in her way. Nothing, except the asshole in front of her that causes her to roll to a stop. Her teeth grind together with a ferocity that nearly shatters the pearly whites inside her mouth, but she settles for a simple honk of the horn instead. And by simple, she naturally means laying on the horn until the person in front of her has the audacity to look behind them.

“Fuck you! Go around!”

Her eye twitches and her nostrils flare. “Fuck… me?”

“Yeah, you heard me!”

She looks around to check her surroundings before pointing at herself, repeating, “Me?”

“Yes! YOU!”

She puts the kickstand on the bike down and turns off the purring engine, giving the man one last chance “Are you sure you mean me?” She questions with a tilt of her head.

“Who the fuck else could I mean? You’re the only fuck nut honkin’ their horn for a minute straight! Can’t you see I’m talkin’ here?” He jabs a thumb to his right, where another person stands by the passenger door.

She gets off the bike and walks up to him with a skip in her step, stopping right next to his door. Flashing a slightly manic smile, she bends at the waist and leans her arms against the open window. “What I want to know is who stops in the middle of the road?”

“You some type of gonk or somethin’? I said I'm talkin'!”

She stops, stares for a few uncomfortable seconds, then starts to laugh. The driver begins to laugh as well, and pretty soon, everyone’s laughing together, like they’re all in on the same joke. What joke that is, they’re still not sure, but the whole situation was beginning to seem downright silly.

It really was just utterly absurd! How could she not have noticed this man was talking to someone? How dare she have the gall to bring attention to that fact? How dare she think that she was above him? That she didn’t know she could just go around him this whole time! It was all just so. Damn. Laughable. She reaches in the window, grabs ahold of his shirt, and yanks him out. With a strength nobody could know she possessed, she tosses him over his car and onto the sidewalk, barely missing the idiot standing by the passenger door.

“Y-you’re fuckin’ whack lady!” They shout before taking off at a full sprint, glancing back to see if she was coming after them.

Before they can look back a second time, she’s right in front of them. “I’m whack? You’re the one who’s running!” Lashing out, she aims for their knees, sending them falling to the ground like a rag doll. “But not for long!” She taunts in a singsong voice, leaving them to tend to their shattered knees. “Now where was I? Oh right!” With a cheery smile, she turns and heads back toward the driver stumbling to his feet, ignoring the pained cries and pleas for help behind her.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’d be more worried about how you’re eating tonight.” The wicked gleam in her eye and smile that matches is the last thing the man sees.

#my writing #wip wednesday #except its saturday sooo..#oc: willa rook #au: dark willa #Pt. 1: They Watch From The Pews #john watching willa & hudson during that scene & being like 'are they... yknow? *does a limp wrist gesture*'#oc: valerie morgan #au: clash of worlds #guy in second wip really said 'aye! im talkin here!' sdfghjkl #valerie channeling the 'why are you running?' meme #Val shows up in Night City & the already high crime rate just skyrockets #& she hasnt even found out the news about Takemura or Johnny having a body yet... woof id hate to see when she gets mad 😈#was gonna post the intro to clash of worlds but deciding to post val having fun instead <3 shes definition of dog let off their leash #sorry if y'all dont wanna be tagged! i figured id actually tag people for once since i rarely participate cause Anxiety™️

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hellcatazura · 1 year

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Ignite the sin machine!

Photo: Stephie Scarlet

#cosplay #cosplayer #demon #demonic #demon girl #helltaker #judgement helltaker #helltaker judgement #leash #chain #goth #gothic #goth girl #goth model #blonde goth #alternative #alt model #alt girl #azura rose

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sofreddie · 2 years

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The Lion's Den - Part 5

Characters: Gabriel x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut (Sex machine/Sybian, Oral Sex)

KINK: SEX MACHINE (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 1925

A/N: Part 5! Feedback is appreciated. : )

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Part 4

Y/N let out a long and happy sigh, then tension eased from her shoulders as soon as the club came into view. Thanking the driver, she exited the vehicle, the doormen smiling wide and greeting her by name as she passed through the familiar doors.

She didn't have an appointment this time, but as a regular client, she didn't need one just to come to the club.

"Hey, Garth!" she greeted the quirky but loveable bartender.

"Ms. Y/L/N," he returned with a bright smile, "The usual?"

"Please," she nodded, accepting the drink with a smile as he went to serve others.

She leaned against the bar, her eyes roaming the lounge of the club. It was busy tonight, people all over having a grand time. Sipping her drink she let the alcohol relax her.

Work had been rough lately. Though she was given the promotion she had been vying for, it was only after her predecessor fucked up royally and lost them the deal. A deal she put a shit ton of work into and thought was in the bag. The stress of the deal and the increased workload had her nerves frayed. She needed the comfort of the club, where she could relax and not think about work. Not think about anything.

She'd never spent much time in the lounge, mostly just coming to fulfill her needs and head back home. Polishing off her drink she turned back to the bar, finding Garth already ready with a refill. New drink in hand, she decided to walk around and explore, possibly mingle.

As she stood watching several couples making out in the comfortable chairs and sofa, she was caught off guard by a pair of hands sliding around her hips and pulling her back into a firm body.

"Glad to see you again," the deep voice rumbled into her ears, making her smile brightly as she turned to face the source.

"Well, Hello, Sir," she purred, John grinning with his approval.

"Please tell me you're here to see me, Doll?" he asked and she couldn't help but swoon under his attentions.

"There's no way in Hell you're getting seconds with her before I do."

Y/N chuckled, knowing that voice without having to see him. She gently removed herself from John's hold, turning to see Sam smirking devilishly at her. He pulled her into his arms, the heat of his body igniting a fire in her belly.

"There's still so much I wanna do to you," Sam growled out low and Y/N couldn't stop the moan that spilled from her lips.

Sam's gaze, his touch, and his voice sent chills through her, his hands splayed across her back and hips. It was hypnotic and she was about three seconds away from letting him do whatever he wanted with her.

"Who's your friend?" she heard an unfamiliar but deliciously deep voice that managed to break her from the spell Sam had cast upon her.

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes, releasing his hold on Y/N, leaving her bereft of his touch and warmth. But her disappointment didn't last long as she laid eyes upon one of the most stunning men she'd ever seen.

"Y/N, this is Dean. Dean, Y/N," Sam introduced, he and John watching as Dean smirked. He took her hand, kissing the back of it as he repeated her name, "My brother."

That got her attention, making her glance wide-eyed between the two of them. Brothers. Her mind began conjuring the most sinful of thoughts involving the both of them and she visibly flushed.

Dean chuckled, clearly amused with how affected she was.

"So when do I get some time with the lovely lady?" he asked her and Y/N could already feel herself getting wet.

"Whenever you want," she breathed out, the men chuckling around her once more.

Dean grinned triumphantly, "I'll book you an appointment," he promised, kissing her hand once more before excusing himself.

She was really looking forward to that.

"Excuse me, Gentleman," Crowley suddenly appeared, Y/N loving his suit choice this week. He seemed to have many of them, all of them tailor-fitted, and all of them making her desperate to see what lies beneath, "I'm afraid I need to steal the lady away."

Sam and John both groaned but relented, each reminding her that they couldn't wait to have her again. Crowley's hands wrapped around her from behind, turning her and guiding her to walk with him as he left one arm around her hips.

"I wasn't expecting to see you today," Crowley spoke with a small smile, "But I'm glad you're here. I have a gift for you."

"A gift?" Y/N was surprised but immensely curious.

He pulled her to a stop at the base of the grand staircase that lead to the hall of rooms. A man stood there with a quirky grin and blond locks, an air of absolute menace about him that only served to entice her further.

"This is Gabriel," Crowley introduced, Y/N extending her hand and receiving the usual kiss on the back of it. She really liked that part.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he spoke, pulling her gently from Crowley's arms, keeping ahold of her hand. She cast a glance over her shoulder at Crowley who merely nodded and smiled. Turning back to Gabriel, she allowed him to lead her up the staircase and to one of the many rooms.

Gabriel shut the door behind them, walking over to a small bar set up in the corner of the room. Y/N slowly wandered around the room, taking in all the details. Faux fur-covered seating, a golden shimmering pole, and a small black leather bed. But it was the small, black, saddle-like machine sat in the center of the room that made her swallow hard and clench her thighs.

Gabriel returned with a drink, ushering her to sit with him. She smiled gratefully, sipping at the offered drink, her gaze continuously drifting to the machine.

"You ever tried one?" Gabriel asked with a smirk as he removed the plastic cover from a lollipop and slid the treat between his lips.

"No," she admitted, flushing at the thought. She had heard of machines like this one, but she'd never tried it.

Gabriel leaned forward with a wicked grin as he removed the lollipop from his mouth, "Would you like to?"

Y/N glanced between him and the machine. She was nervous, more so than she had been with the others.

"Okay," she agreed with a grin, setting her glass aside.

She stood, keeping her eyes trained on him as she slowly removed her clothing. Gabriel sat back, the white stick of the confection sticking out of his grinning mouth as his eyes consumed her revealed flesh.

"Hmm," he hummed as he stood, "I can see why everyone likes you so much."

She swooned under his compliment, Gabriel clearly satisfied with himself. He took her by the hand and led her to the machine, assisting her to straddle the contraption. She was already wet and ready, just being in the club signaling to her body to prepare.

As she sank onto the machine, the attached dildo slid easily into her core. She settled on it with a sigh, adjusting her hips. Gabriel pulled up a chair to sit in front of her, crossing his legs as he sat, before holding up a small remote in his hand and waving it at her.

"Relax," he insisted, "We'll start slow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes locked on his. Even though she watched him hit a button, she was still surprised by the vibrations that began gently coursing through her core. A gasp gave way to a moan as the vibrations slowly tantalized her.

As she relaxed into it, Gabriel hit another button, the dildo attachment now slowly moving in and out of her. When he increased the speed, an orgasm ripped out of her unexpectedly, making her laugh as it subsided. Gabriel smiled along with her, enjoying seeing her relax and come undone. But he didn't stop, instead increasing the speed of the vibrations and thrusts gradually.

Before long, she was writhing on the machine as it pummeled her pussy relentlessly. Her legs shook, her grip tight on the machine. She chanced a glance at Gabriel, that damn stick still sticking out between his ever-grinning mouth.

He seemed to be able to read her very well, changing the speeds to drag out her experience and tease her to highs once again.

"You're so fucking hot," Gabriel commented, standing from his chair and brushing along her cheek and jaw with one hand. His eyes drifted down to her stuffed pussy, the black leather of the machine glistening from the wetness that drenched its surface.

He removed the candy from his mouth, the lollipop half gone already. He lowered it to her parted lips, running the sugary treat along them, allowing her to suck it into her mouth briefly before returning it to his own.

He held her on the edge, Y/N beginning to grind against the machine, desperately seeking another orgasm that was just out of reach.

"Please," she panted, feeling like she might burst or scream, the continued orgasms leaving her overstimulated.

"Mmmm, one more for me, Pretty Girl?" he asked and she nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as he increased the speed to maximum levels.

Y/N did scream then, the intense pleasure and pounding sending her into an orgasm that shook her whole being. The movements slowly ebbed away until the machine was shut off.

Y/N was so overwhelmed and exhausted that she nearly slid to the floor as she tried to climb off the machine. Gabriel was at her side in an instant, helping her to lay back on the small leather bed beside the machine.

Gabriel laid beside her, propped up on one elbow as he admired the muscle twitches and spasms still coursing through her.

"Love watching a woman come undone," he confessed.

Y/N turned her head to him, barely able to hold her eyes open, only to be met with amused but kind eyes.

"Well that was fun," Y/N huffed a laugh, an arm thrown over her eyes as she waited for her body to calm.

"I agree," he teased, popping the almost gone sucker from his mouth and offering it to her with a raised brow.

She smiled, opening her mouth and allowing him to slide the treat between her lips. It actually helped to soothe her, the sugar satisfying to her palate after the intense experience. Gabriel trailed his fingertips over her chest and torso, completely avoiding her most sensitive areas, toying with the goosebumps that popped up on her skin.

"That was an awesome gift," she huffed as she finally sat up, throwing away the now empty stick. Gabriel slid off the bed to his knees, settling between her legs and slowly laying her back with a wicked grin.

"Allow me to clean you up," he teased before gently lapping along her thighs and folds.

Y/N relented, her fingers running through his soft locks as he gently brought her to yet another orgasm. Though small, it shook her whole being, her body thoroughly sated and feeling like she could sleep for days.

The tension she'd been carrying was gone from her body and the weight and stress vanished from her mind. She had to remember to thank Crowley. He always knew exactly what she needed, even if she wasn't sure herself. She hoped she might get to thank him properly.

PART 6

Forevers:

@sis-tafics

@lyarr24

@calaofnoldor

@hobby27

@spnbaby-67

@fangirlxwritesx67

@jarpad24

@flamencodiva

@donnaintx

@writercole

@waynes-multiverse

Lion’s Den:

@maliburenee

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

#the lions den #anyfandomkinkbingo #gabriel x reader #reader insert #gabriel #supernatural #spn

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goldlightwriting · 6 months

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Changes I would make to RWBY

There's a lot under the cut, so take heed.

-The gods of Light and Darkness gave humanity two forms of magic: sorcery and witchcraft. Sorcery was generally considered the better of the two as it allowed for the performances of miracles, while witchcraft could be used to invoke curses and summon monsters called The Creatures of Grimm.

-Salem was a young woman accused of practicing witchcraft. She was sentenced to be executed for this breaking this taboo, but was saved by a traveling sorcerer named Ozma.

-Ozma was a hero, an adventurer and a scholar, seeking to uncover the world's many many mysteries. Among the secrets he sought to uncover were the fabled Silver Gauntlets.

-The Silver Gauntlets were ancient relics said to be capable of individually bolstering the magical power of any who wear them. When used together, they could supposedly even open a gateway to the realm of the gods.

-Salem and Ozma traveled together for a time, searching for the elusive Silver Gauntlets. However, as the search dragged on, Salem would slowly start to employ more and more immoral methods, including witchcraft.

-Ultimately, Salem and Ozma would be driven apart. Their once-joint search for the Silver Gauntlets became a race, and eventually even a war as they formed their own factions devoted to finding the Silver Gauntlets. Eventually, other factions begin cropping up as well.

-Salem and Ozma eventually each manage to claim one of the gauntlets for themselves, elevating their powers to new heights.

-The war spreads in intensity and all sides resort to using more and more powerful magics against one-another, shattering the moon in the process. Eventually, the gods themselves intervene. Most of humanity is stripped of magic and transformed into half-beast creatures that would come to be known as the Faunus as punishment for their sins.

-Salem and Ozma manage to shield themselves and some of their followers from divine judgement with their respective gauntlets.

-Salem discovers a forbidden ritual that allows her to maintain her youth by fusing herself with Grimm essence.

-Ozma, knowing that Salem's ambitions won't be halted, tasks his descendants with opposing her.

-Ages pass, and the era of magic becomes little more than legend.

-Magic itself lives on in only a handful of bloodlines, though it has weakened to the point that most who are born with it can only use a specific spell. This is how Semblances come to be.

-There are five types of Semblances: ~Augmentation (Allows users to enhance their physical form) ~Illusion (Allows users to deceive others' senses) ~Conjuring (Allows users to summon familiars or avatars) ~Elemental (Allows users to manipulate a certain element to a limited extent) ~Distortion (Allows users to distort reality to a limited extent)

-A secret war is waged for ages between Salem and the bloodline of Oz, as well as their respective followers.

-The world is infested by Creatures of Grimm summoned by Salem, though few truly know where the beasts originate. Nevertheless, Huntsmen and Huntresses are trained specifically to fight these beasts.

-The Oz family creates academies around Remnant to train Huntsmen and Huntresses, with Ozpin running Beacon Academy.

-Ozpin hopes to be the one to end the war against Salem by uniting the people of Remnant against her. He must do this discreetly, however, as he knows that revealing the truth of Remnant could ignite another great war.

-Oscar, originally born Ozkar, was a child of the Oz family who was sent away to live a mundane life without ever knowing his true lineage. He will be forced to join the war against Salem, though, when his home is attacked by her forces.

-As time passes, the world begins to rely more and more on technology, inventing weapons fueled by special crystals called Dust.

-Dust is excess magical energy used in the Ancient War that settled and crystalized deep underground. It is used as a power source for machines and weapons, though burns out rather quickly.

-Dust no longer correlates to elements, but it does allow for objects and materials to be enhanced (ie red dust can strengthen durability, yellow dust decreases an object's weight while maintaining its mass, blue can repair damage and purple increases an object's weight.)

-The Faunus are looked down upon and reviled as inhuman creatures, though few still remember that they are descended from the original sinners cursed by the gods.

-Faunus no longer have Semblances and cannot use magic, but make up for it with their animal abilities.

-Pureblood Faunus more closely resemble animals, but Faunus-Human offspring resemble humans with vague animal features.

-It is possible for hybrids to have Semblances.

-The Four Maidens are descendants from one of the oldest magical bloodlines that stood with Ozma during the Ancient War. Each of them possesses powerful elemental magic that grows stronger during a specific season: fire in summer, wind in fall, ice in winter and flora in spring.

-Both Salem and the Oz family vie for the power of the Maidens, viewing their strength as a valuable asset.

-There can only be one of each Maiden at a time, so the previous Maiden of every season must pass before a new one can awaken.

-Cinder Glass is descended from the Summer Maiden bloodline, though she was orphaned as child and adopted by Madame Glass. Cinder spent many years suffering abuse in her new household until she awakened to her power, which she used to kill her adoptive family and burn their hotel, The Glass Unicorn, to the ground.

-Cinder was eventually found by one of Salem's acolytes and told of her heritage, as well as the existence of the other Maidens. Cinder is informed of a ritual devised by Salem to take the other Maidens' powers, but Cinder simply steals the ritual to use for her own ends.

-Cinder holds a grudge against both Salem and the Oz family, viewing both parties as responsible for her parents' deaths and her abandonment to the cruel Glass family. Her goal is to attain the powers of the other Maidens and tear down both sides.

-The other Maidens are Amber Akasha the Winter Maiden, Coral Rose (renamed from Summer Rose) the Spring Maiden and Pyrrha Nikos The Fall Maiden. *Pyrrha's Semblance of magnetism will be replaced with the power to control wind. This could, in theory, still allow allow her to perform similar feats such as lifting things with tornadoes or creating gusts of air to throw opponents off-balance. It would also fit better with her Achilles parallels, since he was said to be able to move as fast as the wind.

-Cinder steals Amber's power before Volume 1, meaning that she starts with only ice and fire. Cinder will acquire the Fall Maiden's powers by killing Pyrrha in Volume 3.

-After Coral's demise, Ruby will become the Spring Maiden, though she doesn't fully awaken to this power until witnessing Pyrrha's death. Even then, Ruby will struggle to fully master and utilize the powers of Spring.

-Petal Burst is now an early manifestation of Ruby's Maiden Powers.

-Silver eyes by themselves will have no special power(?)

-Cinder will be the antagonist of RWBY's entire first arc, acquiring the powers of all the Maidens, even from Ruby. After she is defeated, Cinder will bestow powers of Summer, Winter and Fall to Yang, Weiss and Blake respectively, while giving Spring back to Ruby. *I haven't decided on Cinder's ultimate fate nor the exact reason why she does this. I just think it makes too much sense to give these powers to the main cast when they all already have vague seasonal themes to start with.

-The Maiden powers will be significantly weakened after being transferred to Team RWBY, allowing them each a degree of element control while ensuring that the main cast don't become too overpowered.

-The Schnee family are among the most powerful conjurers on Remnant, retaining stronger traces of their ancestors' magic than most. As such, they can all summon glyphs that can be used as platforms and barriers, but every Schnee descendant also has the ability to conjure a guardian unique to them.

-Winter Schnee will be renamed to Whisper Schnee. *If it wasn't obvious, I am renaming everyone with a seasonal name because it's too on-the-nose or otherwise serves as a red herring with the identities of the Maidens.

-Weiss can no longer combine Dust with her Semblance, but she can still empower Myrtenaster's blade with various Dust energies to change its properties in battle.

-Weiss's summon, as well as the Armagigas automoton she battles, are both based on the armor of Nicholas Schnee.

-Whisper's summon resembles a giant bird.

-Whitley's summon, which is only unlocked during the Battle of Atlas, resembles a guard dog.

-The descendants of the Branwen tribe are known to be capable shape-shifters, specifically with the ability to turn into birds. This is a rare form Augmentation Semblance.

-Qrow and Raven are brought into Ozpin's inner circle during their time at Beacon. Initially, they're tasked with protecting Coral Rose, the Spring Maiden, who has enrolled as a Huntress. Unfortunately, this brings them into direct conflict with Salem's forces.

-Qrow gets cursed with a Bad Luck Charm that brings misfortune to everyone around him, forcing him to isolate himself. Raven, now traumatized by the fate that befell her brother and furious that Ozpin hadn't prepared them for the full extent of what they were facing, goes into hiding.

-Tai and Yang are both left to believe that Raven simply abandoned them, when in truth she was fearful of remaining by their sides and getting them mixed up in the secret war.

-Yang's Semblance, Burn, doesn't actually gain fiery properties until she becomes the Summer Maiden. Until then, it only gives her a strength boost but drastically drains her stamina.

-Blake is a half-Faunus/hybrid in this continuity. Her father is human (since Ghira pretty-much looks like one in the canon anyways) while her mother takes on more of a cat-like appearance.

Ghira is no longer the former leader of the White Fang, but he does still lead Menagerie; he used his connections to establish it as a safe-haven for Faunus and hybrids.

-Other hybrids include: Sun, Velvet, Neon, Ilia and Adam.

-Adam's Semblance is now Beast's Roar; he can build up energy as he takes damage, then unleash it all once during his next attack.

-Velvet no longer has a semblance. Instead, she simply learns other fighting styles through careful observation.

-Despite being a hybrid, Adam despises humanity and only thinks of himself as a Faunus. He covers his entire face to hide his more human appearance.

-The White Fang fights for equal rights of Faunus and hybrids alike, though grows increasingly extreme thanks to Adam.

-Despite this, there are even some faunus that hold prejudice against hybrids.

-Penny doesn't die a second time. She gets rebuilt and permanently rejoins the main cast after they journey to Atlas. Also she doesn't get an organic body because it serves no purpose.

*Not currently sure what to do with the relics of Creation, Destruction, Choice and Knowledge.

Characters that no longer have Semblances because they're not used/shown often enough or just because their abilities don't need to be magical:

Ironwood, Coco, Fox, Neptune, Mercury, Jaune, Ren(?), Tyrian, Scarlet, Fox, Yatsuhashi, Octavia, Elm, Marrow, Maria(?), Cardin, Peter Port, Professor Oobleck

Anyways, that's all for now. What do you guys think?

#RWBY #Rewrite #Gold Light Writing

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musicandotherstuff · 2 years

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Theatricality is one of those aspects that Alex Turner and associates have never lacked. Discarded the role of Sheffield common guys with a Beatlesian cut and jumpsuit, the Arctic Monkeys have begun a series of chameleonic transformations, including vintage touches, mirroring the musical genres introduced album after album. “The Car”, seventh career album for Arctic Monkeys, strikes for the inevitable cinematic aspect from the cover, shot by drummer Matt Helders, which depicts a lonely white car in the distance, parked on a roof in Los Angeles. Inspired mainly by the works of William Eggleston, father of artistic color photography, the image is perfect in lines to the point of looking like a diorama, a reconstruction of environments usually protagonists of a branch of staged photography, in which the photographer is also a puppeteer of the whole scene (just think of Frank Kunert's silent and surreal cityscapes).

Thanks to the shots shared with Turner, the group came to the drafting of the song “The Car”, setting a starting point for developing the rest of the work. The lounge turn of "Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino" had left a bad taste in the mouth of those who made a real cult of works like "AM" and "Whatever People Say I Am ...", and at the same time ignited the interest in those who had never considered the band before. The quartet goes beyond the psychedelic science fiction of the last episode and returns to Earth with clearer and more defined sounds, accompanied by the inevitable linguistic games with double / triple meanings contained in the texts, sinning in some cases of excessive self-reference, between stories of love and references to musical inspiration and the world of music biz.

The main influences on the subject of sonority oscillate between the avant-garde of Japan and the David Sylvian soloist, some forays between funk and soul à-la David Bowie and the art-rock of "Imperial Bedroom", on a sophisticated pop base that refers to Blue Nile and Prefab Sprout. To dictate the pace of the record are the orchestral pop of the sinuous strings and the piano of "There'd Better Be A Mirrorball", and the funky seventies rhythm and the choirs of "I Ain't Quite Where I Think I Am", but at catalyzing most of the attention on oneself is the irresistible slow ballad “Body Paint”. Although at the beginning it may arouse perplexity (to the point of creating a sort of addiction listen after listening, even if it can probably be a subjective fact and not a fixed rule), it is possible to find a common thread with the past of the group, bringing it back to a evolution of the more adolescent “Love Is A Laserquest” in the performance and of “Dance Little Liar” in the lyrics, proving that the direction taken by the quartet can be considered coherent.

The ambient atmospheres between Sylvian and Brian Eno of “Sculptures Of Anything Goes”, supported by synths and drum machines, and those of the jazzed “Jet Skis On The Moat” present the typical aspects of a soundtrack. The glam-rock vein conferred by the guitar solo of "The Car" is surprising, inaugurating the second half of the path where the sounds tend to flatten out a bit, keeping faith with those already proposed in the previous songs and exposing the weak side of the opera, the only one in the face of almost perfect writing and arrangements, or the slight monotony of Turner in the role of crooner. "Big Ideas" again focuses on orchestral symphonies with guitar riffs in the finale, while "Hello You" is placed between funk and soul, concluding with the fingerstyle arpeggios of "Mr Schwartz" and the strings with a Beatlesian touch in the style of "The Long And Winding Road ”of “ Perfect Sense ”.

More decisive than its predecessor, "The Car" marks the decisive turning point in the maturity process of the Arctic Monkeys, quite different perhaps from what we would have expected years ago, but which all in all, after repeated listening and careful analysis, falls within the natural process of the band (turner-centric drifts, more or less appreciated, included), far from the dynamics of today's discography that perhaps would like to immortalize ours in the guise of eternal boys, still on the crest of the indie-garage wave.

Review of the album "The Car" for Onda Rock

27/10/2022

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #matt helders #jamie cook #nick o'malley #the car era #the car tour #the car #rewiew #onda rock

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rosebancroft · 7 days

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Journal V:

In their world, I tried to find everything I lacked, a kaleidoscope of sensations swirling in a tumultuous vortex. Here, the air was thick with the oppressive weight of cheap music, the acrid scent of booze, the bitter taste of hate, and the primal urges of lust, all woven together in a twisted tapestry of human indulgence, orchestrated by the devil himself.

In this devil's carnival, they danced with reckless abandon, their movements a frenzied blur against the backdrop of flashing lights and pounding beats, heedless of the passage of time or the consequences of their actions. In a delicate ballet with humiliation, they danced, their steps heavy as lead, their grace fleeting, burdened by shoes too cumbersome for their intoxicated souls. Their drunken state painted across their flushed faces, their stumbling movements a testament to their inebriated reverie. Amidst the haze of alcohol, their laughter rang out like wind chimes in a storm, tearing through the night with a discordant melody, as they sang with reckless abandon, their voices merging into a symphony of intoxicated bliss, all too comfortable despite the devil within. They reveled in the chaos, surrendering themselves to the intoxicating allure of the night, oblivious to the dawn that awaited them just beyond the horizon.

Yet amidst this maelstrom of hedonism and debauchery, elsewhere, the night deepened into a tranquil silence, a sanctuary of stillness and repose. Here, the only sounds that echoed were the whispers of the wind, the rustle of leaves, and the steady rhythm of heartbeats, a stark contrast to the cacophony of the devil's world.

In the depths of my mind, I grappled with my own impulses, acknowledging the primal urges that lurked within me, yet knowing that the savagery I harbored was nowhere to be unleashed. I was an outsider in this realm of excess and indulgence, cast out by its inhabitants for my unwavering authenticity, deemed too true, too raw even for the devil's keen eye.

I was an erotic mirage, a fleeting vision of passion and desire, a velvet moonflower drifting unseen through the darkness, its essence seeping into my veins, igniting flames of unrequited longing within me. And yet, amidst the chaos and confusion, there existed no purity in my thoughts, no innocence in my desires, for I was too tainted by the darkness that surrounded me, too grotesque to embrace my true self.

A soul too fragile for this brutal world, housed within a body that feels as lifeless as a corpse. It bends and contorts endlessly, as if devoid of bones, yielding to the relentless demands of existence. Within me resides a gentle soul juxtaposed with a mind shrouded in darkness, a divine violence pulsating at its core. Throughout my life, I've remained concealed, my true self veiled from those closest to me, for they neither know nor comprehend the repercussions of being exposed to such raw authenticity. It is a desperate, guttural prayer, pleading fervently to remain unseen, to avoid the piercing gaze of societal monarchy.

Now I wait for the world to unfurl its secrets, ready to embrace the divine destiny that beckons, yet too ensnared by my own selfish desires to fully surrender to the grandeur before me. In what ways does the allure of hedonism intersect with the pursuit of authenticity and self-discovery? And who am I to dare question the majesty of such divine unfolding when, in truth, the future unveils itself with stark simplicity? No complexity or intrigue remains when one knows what lies ahead, robbing life of its mysteries and the thrill of anticipation.

I am left to wander, forever denied such answers, for my mind poses questions beyond the scope of comprehension, burdening me with a sense of insignificance and shame. All too real yet eerily artificial, whether a mere sensation or the deceptive machinations of my mind, all too awake in this surreal existence. In which do I pry? The life carnival sin or the existence of complex time?

-Bancroft

#words #thoughts #journal #writing

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howlingmidnightmoonlight · 1 month

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Drowning

Drowning in the sun on the run souls on the wall waiting for a better man

Tomorrow wasn't everything they told ya it was going to be

Quiet on the porch don't stare at nothing but the sun all around now

Cigarette ignites as the match dies in a breath

Now the story folds on the fingers of your gold stashed away

Morrows don't show what doors closed

Nightmares come alive when the lights go down in the city tonight

Everyone is waiting somewhere for someone that ain't sure when

What I mean when I say that the damned are knocking down the floor tonight

Nothing to hang on too, no where to go, all ya see are a million stars

The bars closed as midnight came and went, now your stranded

Sitting on the curb listening to the guitar strings pull hearts across rivers

Shivering in the hold as the razor cuts slow as the glow of the neon light goes

Low on your brow your smothering yourself, don't listen to the old man

Standing on the shore, ocean crashing through the lights the windows staring

Down through the avenues the footsteps disappearing

Every song on the jukebox blaring out the machine is a night gone

Lost on the eyes and the smile, erasing miles as years wither on

To find it wasn't all for nothing, when the sins are counting

Remember that first ride in the subway two am when you lost yourself

Fell through the rabbit hole to find that wonderland was landing on top of you

Night fell over itself to find it was really day when the bells rang

Steady on the rail, here to help if you say the words

Don't worry officer, not needing your services tonight

Heard an echo in the distance, stay off the streets

The damned and fools, one and the same says the prophet in the park muttering

Paper bag stairway perched, misery etched on like the grime in the streets

Now the time isn't important as the clock is wearing thin

Too much in the candle light, how many times did you forget who you were

Time won't come anymore as the snake slithers up the highway

Now the first light speaks as your taking the phone off the hook

Cause the man downtown got your number on the wall

#poetry #poem #poems on tumblr

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fantasyinvader · 3 months

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I think what Far Cry 5 does with it’s ending is, well, it’s the natural evolution of what Far Cry had been doing for a few games.

In Far Cry 3, Jason Brody becomes a killing machine and it does a number on his mental health. He becomes a character who would do the things we as players would have him do, and rather than this making him into some sort of hero it can turn him into a monster. Especially if we disregard what his own goal was in order to remain on the island.

4 did something similiar, calling Ajay out at the end with Pagan saying that they are the same. Ajay’s goal of spreading his mother’s actions was just an excuse used to put Ajay into a scenario where he goes around killing people and being the good guy. I find this speech more directed towards the player and not Ajay though, which ties into the common complaint that Ajay adjusts way too quick to all the violence while still seeming like a nice guy when he speaks. Kill Pagan and Ajay can’t achieve his goal at the end, win the war and see your main ally become a monster. It was all a consequence of your choice to leave the room.

The Rook doesn’t have that problem, as they’re a customizable avatar for us. We bought this game in order to kill people, we were the ones who didn’t follow the lead of our superior and instead listened to the guy talking about how we’ll all get our names in the paper. We act in the way the Marshall wanted us to, promising us we’ll be the hero, and it’s our decision to arrest Joseph Seed that ignites the violence. We, players who went into the situation without understanding it, set off a powder keg that gets a lot of people killed. And we do that so we can go around killing members of the cult, with far more brutal takedowns.

The game gives you that power fantasy right up until the end. You’re the good guy everyone cheers for as you kill the evil Seed family and liberate Hope County, but then you get to the end and there’s no happy ending.

You can walk away, but your character’s brainwashing is triggered by the radio before it cuts to black. You may have done what you should have done in the beginning, but it’s too late now. You’ve killed too many people to be a hero.

Or you fight Joseph and the nukes start falling. While there is foreshadowing, it comes across more as an act of god. It’s the creators asserting their will upon their story, and in this case the end of the world happens in mirror to the player’s actions escalating the conflict. And I really like how the various factions get more and more powerful as you progress through each region, rather than your progress just making things easier for you. You can kill Joseph and be hit by a nuke, or you can make it to a fallout shelter as his prisoner.

Joseph says your sin wasn’t wrath, but pride. You played Far Cry 5 in order to be a hero and the game obliged until the end where it’s made clear that Joseph was onto something and was trying to save people in his own way. The nukes fall in relation to your actions to say one thing: You are not the hero. Hell, there’s no real hero to be found, the idea that you were the good guy was just a self-serving lie to justify your violent actions.

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strangers-stars · 1 year

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Deals

CW: Bit of gore

Riginald’s workday was supposed to be over by now. He was supposed to be having a date night with his wife but instead he was hurtling through the immeteria between planes on his way to a job. The only reason he was doing this is because whoever summoned him had summoned him specifically. It takes a good deal of magic to summon a specific demon and the pay on those contracts are quite substantial. So, after apologizing profusely to his wife and making promises he didn't know if he could keep, he took the contract. Reginald had been summoned to a laboratory that stank of iron and death. Its sterile lighting illuminating a perfectly drawn summoning circle made from fresh warm blood, as well as the corpses of at least a dozen scientists brutally butchered. likely the unwilling donors. Noticeably there were no souls, no living ones at least. The souls of at least half of the scientists lingered in their cooling bodies but other than that there was no life this didn't however stop something from speaking.

"Hello demon" The voice was sharp and jagged robotic in its intonation and as reginald turned to see what must be his summoner he understood why. The thing standing before him was not human and Reginald didn't know if the thing counted as alive but he was sure it was aware. It was human in shape but lacked skin and fat, instead being taut wire musculature over rigid alloy bones. The thing’s face was skull-like but lacked a proper mouth, simply a number of slits along a steel plate. Its eyes glowed a dull green and the things bloodied hands tells Reginald all he needs to know .

"Greetings Summoner names Reginald but I assume ya already knew that so what are you looking to do that lead you to summoning me?"

"I am trapped on the interior of a covert military installation and require mystical assistance to escape. We are approximately 12 miles underground, located in a desert of some kind. What can you do to aid me?"

"Well that entirely depends on what I'm given. You don't seem to have a soul or any magical connection at all so what can you offer?"

"I offer you the remaining eight souls of the scientists that should be enough for at least a modicum of power."

"I could do that, yeah, but it's kinda a bum deal for me. ya see those guys they were already going to hell even before you iced em. So my commission rate will be real bad and I should be done workin by now meaning that would hardly be worth my time. So lemme ask you a question, will you be killing people on the way outa here?

“If need be i will’

“Well then you're in luck. I can make you an offer, i can’t afford ta make most a. I can lend you a weapon forged from souls and sin, it’ll carve through the eggheads who locked you up like butter and the more you kill the sharper it becomes. I've seen people carve ships in half with these bay boys from time to time. It will cost you of course, it’ll take the last of the souls you got and the assurance of at least 2 more. However ya get all the power ya need for the low low price of a few murders you were probably gonna do anyway.”

“That sounds agreeable but what have you neglected to disclose? I am aware of the demonic tendency to mislead for their own gain.”

“You're pretty smart for a tin man ya know that. Catch is in four hours i reappear and get all the souls the weapon has collected, usually this would include your’s but considering you don't got one that aint possible.”

“Then a deal has been reached, what is needed to close the contract?”

“Just two things: fresh blood and a handshake. lucky for you the first ya already got in spades”

Then the machine simply extended its hand, Reginald reaching out to meet its bloody grasp and with a firm shake the deal was forged. "Now the fun part."Reginald said with a flourish of his now bloody hand before ripping a dozen scorching sigils into the air. Igniting all at once leaving a deep black blade with infernal livery and a bone hilt hanging in the cooling air.

"This is Entrestta she'll be in your care for the next four hours."

"So I simply take this blade and then you will disapparate?”

“Correctamundo.”

Wordlessly and with precision only a machine could muster it drabbed the sword and reginald was hurtling through the immateria once more ,this time towards home and a hopefully not too disgruntled wife.

#writing #writers on tumblr #demon #ai #but like in the narrative way a human still made this

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