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[strangelittlestories]

Chosen

Lux Astra watched sadly as the intruder walked to the centre of the Discussion Chamber. 

“Greetings to our unexpected guest.” The Lux gave the stranger a gentle smile.

“I take it you are the latest ‘chosen one’ that has risen up to remove me from my post?”

Astra was known as the light of the people and the voice of the stars. They had been given the title ‘Lux’ when they were appointed as temporary head of the galactic communion working group. That had been five hundred standard cycles ago.

“I know it is unlikely you will listen,” Astra continued, “but I must try at least to persuade you that you have been set on this path with poor intent. The road you walk is paved in broken promises and leads only to heartbreak. Believe me, the great fate engines who set you on this path will not mourn you. But I most certainly will.”

The great machines that sat in deep space and rattled and shook with the pressures of their universal equations did indeed work towards the death of Lux Astra. He had, after all, defied their predictions when he refused to let the system of Ad Nulli fall to entropy. Since then, a slow but steady supply of chosen ones had begun to arise to correct the snag in their maths.

“I regret,” the chosen one replied earnestly, “that I cannot move aside. My steps have been decided.”

The chosen one’s voice was a strange buzz. It was a soft bug-like vibrato, gentle but filled with the tension of a thousand wingbeats.

“Alas for the tragedy and paradox of prophecy.” The Lux shed a single tear. “To tell all the people of the galaxy they are less important than the destined one, picked by reality itself. But to treat that one as a toy to play hero with and then discard. Know this, chosen one, I know you and love you as the equal that you are. And as an equal I shall kill you.”

Astra waved away his volunteer guards and drew his ceremonial shepherd’s crook, ready to defend himself against whatever magic sword or genius gadget the poor fool would use to murder the Lux.

“Ah. This is where you are mistaken.” The buzz in the chosen one’s voice rose, seeming to itch beneath Astra’s skin. “I was not picked by the machines of fate nor the ghosts of physics. The mind-congress of my planet agreed a chosen one was needed. I was elected as the vessel. The consensus-choir sung the will of my people into my bones and meat and the chorus echoes in me still.”

The chosen one stepped towards the Lux and the air shook with their vibrations now. Dust rose as the ground’s molecules tore apart beneath their feet.

“Stay-”

“I respect what you have tried to accomplish, Lux.” The chosen one said with obliterating gentleness. “But you must know what you have become. A tyrant is still a tyrant, no matter how thoughtful they may be.”

“I see. May I know the name, then, of my elected assassin?”

“You may call me Vox. The people made manifest. The one chosen by itself.” The buzz of their voice was all Astra could hear now. “And I am afraid it is our consensus that we shall not abide you to exist.

#writing #microfiction #flash fiction #short story #writeblr #a bit of a sci fi fable for y'all #thinking about concensus and perfect democracy and the cosmic injustice of chosen one tropes

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

this might be a touchy subject and you don’t have to answer but, as one myself, how would Yves act with a chronically ill/physically disabled person? or even someone who constantly deals with chronic pain that is debilitating for everyday life? btw i love your writing, no matter how cursed. 🤍

Yves feels his heart wrench whenever he sees you break down in tears, frustrated at yourself for not doing as well as other able-bodied people, frustrated that you have to surrender your autonomy at times to Yves. He truly does, he hates to see you in such a state. While he doesn't mind, even prefers you to be dependent on him due to his strong caregiver personality, Yves doesn't want it to be at the cost of your happiness.

He will read up on all the papers published about your illness or disability. Past and modern ones, there must be a pattern or some sort that he could identify. Yves will try his best to find a cure or at least something that will improve your symptoms greatly.

But the first thing he will get done is to talk to you. Discuss what you ultimately want; is it freedom you seek? His undying support? The unyielding truth that Yves will stay by your side no matter how bad it gets? Do you want to keep fighting for yourself, or do you want Yves to do it for you?

You will have the latest, cutting-edge prosthetics if you're struggling with an amputated limb or body part. All the helpful, relevant, accessible gadgets will be installed in the house in hopes of making your life much easier and giving back the level of independence you need to maintain your mental health. Yves will remember all your appointments for you, that fills his planners up. Your dosages, your medication, and the procedures of your treatments.

He will remind you, pre-pack your pills, and help you with your IV drip. Yves is very careful with his tone and words, he knows the stress, humiliation, and pain that come with living as a chronically ill person can easily set you off. Everything can be overwhelming, he does not want to see tears of anger or hopelessness in your eyes. It's not your fault, you never wanted this and it just happened to affect you.

Yves spends nights perusing through all experimental treatments, weighing between the risks and benefits. He will present his carefully curated selection to you, but he makes sure to pace it out appropriately. Because if he were to show you thousands of pages of medical reports, chances are you're going to be upset, overstimulated, and angry at him. You have very limited energy and focus, he needs to get his words as concise and accurate as possible.

Watching him kneel with you on the bathroom floor, as you experience your seventh vomiting tonight, truly shocked you. Understandably, you're in such a terrible state, that you've barely gotten any sleep for the past month. But Yves sleeps even less, he is always awake, always looking after you. Ready for any emergencies and constantly preparing items or foods that will ease you. Yet, he looks glowing, as if he wasn't caretaking a bleeding ball of misery. His hair is always silky and brushed, no bags under his eyes, and his movement is still crisp. And he always knows what to do, much better than you or your practitioners.

He knows your body well enough to administer his own dose of painkillers, going against doctors' orders and obtaining drugs that fully alleviate your pain. Strategically timing your doses so it won't be too hard on your liver. Taking your blood samples himself and ran them through his own trusted pathology lab, potentially proving that your doctor might have misdiagnosed you. Maybe you wouldn't need to suffer, Yves could find a cure.

You were very apprehensive at first when Yves suggested that he does his own testing. He has no credentials, why should you trust him? The doctors have much more experience than him and they went to school for this. You're not trusting a random to cut you open either, he's a mathematician, not a medical doctor or a surgeon-

You were dumbfounded when he produced his own certifications and licenses. Proving that he worked in hospitals, researched institutes, and even published his own medical papers that universities used as teaching material for decades. Everything he presented is legitimate, he even demonstrated the validity of them by your request. You could call his universities and they will all confirm his contributions, You can confirm with the government and the relevant boards, you can search for him anywhere, and early pictures of him will resurface.

He looked so different. Yves looked unremarkable in them with short hair. He looks unhappier and more exhausted, though. Makes you wonder how old he really is.

But that was all. You cannot find further information on Yves other than the ones he allows you to know about.

So you reluctantly let him stick a needle in you, only to realize that he's done. You blinked multiple times and darted your eyes from your arm and his gloved hands holding vials of blood. Unlike the usual nurses or doctors, you can't feel the needle going in or out. Yes, you saw it, but it was unbelievably fast.

Your jaw dropped as he didn't even need to palpate your arm. Yves just calmly inserted the syringe, gathered what he needed, and finished. You didn't experience any bruising later, which was astonishing with the speed he was working with.

He labeled them and packed them in a plastic bag with a biohazard symbol on it and into a padded envelope. Yves disposed of his gloves and washed his hands.

You expected him to enlighten you. Tell you stories while he was in the field, brag about his accomplishments, complain about difficult patients, anything! You needed to know more! Just who the hell is he?

But all he did was smile, give you a kiss on the forehead, and help you back to your room.

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[doodle-pops]

Eönwë With An Architect Reader

Request: Greatings Mina The Magnificent! If I may... can I please request either a fic or headcannons with Manwe, Eonwe or Irmo (you can pick!) x reader were they are an architect. Have you ever seen the River of Light in London (the Thames) what if their s/o did that in their town or palace area? Do you think they’d like it? Oh! Oh! What if they surprise their Godly lover with it as a gift??? Thanks for taking the time to read and consider! 🙏🏻💙 have a nice day/night! - Anon

A/N: *takes a bow* Hi Hi! I decided to write about him having an architect s/o and you building something for him, a little gift. Enjoy!

·⊰ You were a famous architect under the tutelage of Aüle and known throughout Aman for designing some of the most lavish and outstanding projects. You were also known for participating in the early designs of the city of Tirion and Alqualonde in the earliest years.

·⊰ To say that Eӧnwё was not ecstatic to have you as a partner was a lie. He was always found hovering and touching all your gadgets in your study anytime he came by while you were working.

·⊰ Most of his favourite times are when you were constructing miniature models of your latest project, commissioned by one of the great Lords or High Kings, and he would come along to act as your little helper.

·⊰ Handing you your chisel and hammer, moulding clay, and even participating in painting the buildings and structures. The only thing he wouldn’t do would be carve or place the pieces together properly.

·⊰ Eӧnwё assumed it would be child’s play when he watched as you stuck the pieces of wood together and attempted to copy. Let’s just say that it was more difficult than he expected (he glued the wrong pieces together and left out important foundations).

·⊰ After realising that he wasn’t great with building, he stuck to painting the structures and handing you all your tools while sitting back and observing you work. Expect lots of questions, like ‘what got you into this?’ or ‘how did you know you wanted to be an architect?’.

·⊰ Eӧnwё does enjoy visiting you on the construction sites while you're working. He uses his ability to fly to take you on aerial tours so you can view your creation from above. In fact, he does this a lot for all of your creations, wanting to show you the view he has of your masterpieces.

·⊰ Know that he’s you’re number one hype man/maia. Even if there was another architect who was proving to be better than you, in his eyes, you were the best and no one could outshine your brilliance. He even boasts to his fellow Maiar about your skills. If you have an opening for a new project, he’ll invite his friends and others to support you.

·⊰ During his many years of courtship, he has picked up many new skills even if he wasn’t great in the beginning with them. Soon, he’ll be building models with you and not mismatching the pieces, even giving you innovative ideas for new projects.

·⊰ As his lover, Eӧnwё wasn’t aware of the benefits of dating an architect when he came to visit you one day for a date, and you instructed him to take you elsewhere. During your courtship, you had designed a fancy getaway cabin and garden for you both (mostly him).

·⊰ He’ll ask you to take him on a tour around the area and show him all the specialities you added to the design because you always have something extra up your sleeves. When you show him the lights and decorations you’ve added, Eӧnwё is beaming, and you can see it in his puffed-up feathers.

·⊰ He couldn’t believe that you would do something so wonderful and extraordinary for him. Know that he will make use of your gift and bring you along when he wasn’t alone time. You even built him a pool so he could wash his wings whenever he needed to preen, and you must help him.

·⊰ There would be lights running along a stream that leads into the pool where he'd clean off. He would choose to preen at night or take a wash off so he could witness the colourful lights and then get lost in them, forgetting his bath.

·⊰ Sometimes during the colour-changing show, you would see his feather ruffled and puffed up in a more relaxing manner while he's busy gazing at the lights. He looks like those cats staring at pretty lights.

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OM!Leviathan's Dating Headcanon

Dating Leviathan is something you've never thought can happen before.

He's cool, super smart when it comes to technology and gadgets, and you're pretty sure he's dependable as well. How else can you explain the incident that happened months ago?

When a group of sea monsters made a ruckus over the Devildom Sea Coast, you had the chance to tag along with Levi and Lucifer to assess the situation (you begged to come along because you were bored, but yeah... you still had the 'chance to tag along')

All it took was a glare and a click of his tongue from an annoyed Levi to shut them up. The situation quickly resolved as the sea monsters apologised for causing trouble and promised to file their complaints through official channels instead of wrecking and destroying public places.

You held Levi in high regard since then. Not that you haven't before, but the incident made you worship respect him a lot more.

So when someone so powerful fumbles and stutters a lot around you, you could see what's going on inside his head.

And were you overjoyed!

THE Leviathan likes you?! >///<

Though, it took you a long time to have him admit it himself. And it took you even longer to have him comfortable around you even though you've been dating for a few months now.

You never forced him to do the things he's uncomfortable with. You'd always respect his space and let him go to you.

And once he does, Levi can actually be pretty clingy. Not that you'll complain since he owed you months of affection.

When Levi is playing games, you would always be by his side to either cheer him up, help him strategise, or just sit there quietly while you do your own things.

So does he when you scrolled through Devilgram or Deviltok when he's playing games. It doesn't mean that you're bored or anything, you just want to catch up with your social media life and he understands that.

Because you both will talk things out when one of you needs it.

"Hey, can I play in the next round?" "Sure!"

"MC, will you pay attention to me for a while?" "Of course, Levi. What can I do for you?"

When you and Levi watch anime together, cuddling is a must.

You just love having him close. And you're pretty sure he loves it too. It's Levi's favourite thing.

When it's action genre, you'll catch yourself staring at Levi more than the screen. Because he looks so focused and absolutely adorable.

"Do you not like the anime?"

Oops!

"I like it, but I think I like watching you more." You snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth from both the blanket and him.

*Cue a blushing Levi* Congrats! Now, he too can no longer focus!

But when you're watching a slice of life or fantasy genre, you both will have your eyes glued to the screen, only remembering to eat dinner or go to sleep when Mammon banged on the door loudly.

There are also times when you'll cuddle as you're reading mangas.

But since you usually like your personal space when you're reading, Levi never initiated to cuddle. Unless you want to, of course.

And he'll always find you crawling closer to him when you're binge-reading your favourite romance mangas.

Most of the time, you'll ask for kisses or hugs from the demon when you're squealing too hard from reading the romantic scenes. It works like a spell, as if physical affection from your lover can pull you back into reality.

---

A giggle left your lips after a long silence in the room.

It's a typical weekend night where you'll spend your time in Levi's room, either watching anime, playing with Henry 2.0 or joining him for a co-op game night. But today, you decided that you want to catch up with your favourite mangas instead.

Levi gave you plenty of pillows and a blanket for you to get comfortable in his bedtub. Meanwhile, leaning back to his beanbag chair, Levi was playing with his latest RPG game, trying his best not to disturb your peace and asking what has made his lover so happy without him.

Feeling jealous over 2Ds is something you both have talked about before. And you both agree that even if you have your own waifus or husbandos, you'll always put each other first on your list.

So what Levi was feeling wasn't exactly jealousy, but more on curiosity.

Another side glance was given to you and Levi was encaptured with your brightly smiling face. The world seemed to stop for a second as he felt his heart thump and a blush crept through his cheeks.

This is bad for his heart!

And as if you could sense the shift of emotions in the third-born, you quickly climbed out of the bedtub and made your way to your lover, hand still clutching his blanket tightly. His cute blushing face made it hard for you not to tackle him down and shower him with butterfly kisses.

The trick with Levi is to be careful and slow, so he could be comfortable with your presence.

"Can I hug you?" you asked, still smiling widely.

"Huh?! O-oh... Okay..."

At his approval, you quickly sat beside him before leaning in and wrapping your arms around his waist, head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you hid your face on the crook of his neck.

His warmth filled your heart with love and adoration. His slow breathing made it seem as if your problems will be gone in an instant. His heartbeat that's slowly increasing made you realised—

You really love this demon to death.

Levi gently adjusted the blanket to cover your body after making sure he had paused his game. His hand released the console to wrap his arm around your waist, reciprocating your action.

'MC must've been reading their favourite romance manga, huh?' He thought.

"Did something romantic happen in the manga?" Levi asked.

He expected a positive answer, but all he got was you shaking your head. And now he's truly confused.

"The boyfriend in this manga is absolutely awful." You went back to hugging him before continuing, "He made me want to jump inside the manga and punch him right in his gut."

Levi couldn't help but feel threatened by your words, even though he knew it was clearly directed to the character. Just what exactly has the character done to provoke such emotions from you?

"But you know, it made me realise how lucky I am to have someone like you as my boyfriend," you continued.

Levi had to fake to clear his throat to stop himself from profusely blushing over your comment. Before he could prompt more questions on the character's behaviour, you cupped his cheeks gently before touching your foreheads together.

The loving look in your eyes was something that cannot be fake, that much Levi knew. And times like these really help him counter his insecurities.

Ah... He truly loves you. And he'd gladly fight anyone to keep you like this beside him.

The usual scenario would be you closing the distance between you two, but this time, Levi volunteered. Capturing your lips to his only numbed his senses, as if the world is dead silent aside from his heartbeat that was pounding inside his chest.

Levi never thought he'd be able to find someone who truly enjoys the same hobbies as him, let alone someone that loves him. But your presence in his life proved him wrong. You're his best friend and his lover. And with you by his side, Levi knows that he'll be able to get through things just fine.

Maybe it's time he learns that the voices inside his head are just jealous of this happiness.

This is self-indulgent to its finest. Because I imagine this is how my relationship with him will be >///< I want a Levi in my life, please? :')

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[dhynzesblog]

CHAPTER 1

(base on Batman: Wayne family adventures )

Bruce Wayne aka batman POV

My security has been breached all the bat-tech stolen.

I've lost three safe houses in four months no alarms have been triggered, all of my equipment are stolen.

This could spell catastrophe, good thing I have a plan.

BAT COMPUTER: "ALERT!"

I installed new alarms at my remaining safe houses last night, someone just set one off.

TIME TO END THIS .

Who's bold enough to steal from BATMAN in broad daylight? RIDDLER? BANE?...

"CLICK!"

I'm too late.

They didn't quite finish the job, must have known I was coming but how?

Perhaps they left some trace behind in their hurry.

???:hi

B:*turn around*... Hacker.. what are you doing he-

"FLUSH!"

{NAME} aka Hacker: seems like his finish..

B:*turn around*

Jason and Batman: * did the two spider man meme *

{Name}:.....

Jason: it was like this when we found it. *Smirking*

B:hn.

Jason: you should really take better care of your things*looking around*

"SNATCH!"

Jason: ok, bye- *take {name}'s hand* let go!!

{Name}: *wave his free hand* bye..

B: *sigh*

It's like I don't send him the latest gadgets every month and his fiance is good at creating lots of things.

UNBELIEVABLE.

"CLICK!"

............

{Name}: told you he set up more advanced alarm

Jason: but i still got this!! *Smirking*

{Name}: *sigh*... Your lucky I love you...

Jason: love you too

{Name} & Jason: *kiss*

{Name}: *stop* mmm... Jason brush your teeth will ya

Jason: come on!

{Name}: go!

#batboys x male reader #dc x male reader #justice league #jason todd x male reader #█║𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑║█

[winniethewife]

You Can’t Always Save Everybody.

(Miguel O’hara x Spidersona!Scarlette Web)

Chapter 2

Last chapter ~ Next chapter

Words: 1129

Once Miguel and the others were finally free, they sent Gwen home, this was obviously above her level. Peter and Miguel went to Valentine's apartment only to find it mostly abandoned. Her things lay scattered all around, her books gathered dust, the kitchen empty, and all the blueprints for the gadgets she made for the spider society were torn and burnt around the edges.

“Miguel. Look.” Peter pointed it out, it was her old black and blue spider suit lay over the back of the couch left like she had gone on her last patrol as spider woman, only to leave again as Scarlett Web. Miguel held the fabric in his hand, his face a mixture of sadness, frustration, and anger.

“How the hell did I miss the signs? She needed me…” Miguel mutters mostly to himself. Miguel started pacing around Valentine’s apartment as if he could still find her there. It was a fruitless effort, but his head still refused to accept the reality before his very eyes.

“This isn’t true… not Valentine…” he whispered to himself, as his fingers held the fabric tightly the soft scent of her still lingering on it

They started to search the apartment for anything to help them find her. He was searching her bedroom while Peter was going through her computer in the other room. He about to give up before he found her diary. He flipped through it to try and see if there were any clues to where she might be. As he's looking through he is surprised to find several Polaroids of her and her Miguel, accompanied short journal entries.

A picture of her and Her Miguel dressed in typical gothic teen fashion in high school, He has his arm wrapped around her they’re both smirking at the camera.

“May 18th - Miguel has been calling me this really sweet nickname, Chiquitita. I really love it. I keep calling him Tiger, he thinks it’s funny.”

Miguel couldn’t help but feel his heart break as he read on. He looked at the few Polaroids, his heart dropping as he took in Valentine’s words.

“Chiquitita…” He hadn’t really thought about her relationship with her husband. She didn’t talk about it with him, but this other Miguel called her Chiquitita.

He flipped to a recent entry, no more polaroid pictures filing every page.

“August 4th- I don't know what happened today. Miguel wouldn't talk to me today. Barely looked at me. Did I do something? He's gotten really distant, and I’m trying to be understanding with everything that happened, but today he completely ignored me. I don't understand.” Miguel paused over the single sentence of the next entry. “August 7th- I must have done something terrible for him to treat me this way.”

Miguel could only stare at the page before him the guilt was eating him alive just from the thought of the pain Valentine must have felt.

“August 14th - This new tech I'm working on. It's beyond the ethics of the spider society. This stuff...is lethal. We don't kill people. At least not intentionally. Miguel hasn't been over seeing my work anymore he doesn't come to my lab anymore at all. I don't know why. But I know if he knew what I was working on. Wouldn't approve it anyway.”

“There might not be a way back for Valentine …” he whispered out loud, as he read on through the latest entries.

“September 1st- I don't know how I ever considered him my friend. Miguel went from ignoring me, to cruel side comments to, to this? Sending me on an anomaly mission entirely alone? No back up? I thought I was going to die. And I get back and he's just pissed I couldn't catch it. Yelled at me for like an hour. I've cried over him so often but this is too much. I can't cry anymore.”

Miguel remembers this fight. About a week before she left. Valentine had left because of their fight, where he had hurt her feelings. All of that time, and that was what finally broke her.

“September 9th- I killed a man tonight. I was walking home from the store. He tried to attack me. All I can think of is how Miguel would have reacted. Would he have wanted me to defend myself? Or would he tell me that I should have been more careful, and that as a spider woman I can't get away with things like that. I hate how much control I let him have over me.” At the bottom of this entry is a separate note, “APD-MERCY”

Miguel felt his heart sink when he read the last entry She killed a man. Valentine… Valentine was a murderer. This wasn’t a matter of getting Valentine back for Miguel. He failed at that, this was about stopping her. Peter came in the room with the laptop and a worried look on his face.

“you should look at this.” He says handing him the laptop. It was an article about MERCY, Miguel read it over.  MERCY was a type altering perspective drug or APD. These kinds of drugs are legal for recreational and medical use and are commonly available in this universe. But some kinds are harder to get your hands on. Depending on what kind you took for it would change your point of view. MERCY specifically was used in this universe's Military to help soldiers and veterans move past killing someone and to continue killing, it was unclear if the drug would convince someone who was unwilling to kill to do so, or just prevented the trauma that came with it.

“Dios Mio…If she’s using this…what kind of damage has she done?” Miguel wonders aloud

“I wish I could tell you, nothing like APD’s exists in any other universe we’ve discovered. We are going into completely unknown territory here.” Peter explains carefully, his eyes drifting to the diary in Miguel’s hands. “Mig…How are we going to get her back?”

“I don’t know if we can.” Miguel looks down at the diary again flipping back to the last Polaroid She ever took with her Miguel, they were at central park. It was winter, both of them wearing leather jackets with spikes and embellishments. Valentines raven hair pulled back under a beanie, a hoop in her nose piercing, she always wore a stud now, and a wide smile on her face, one he’d never seen before. This Miguel looked almost just like him, slightly slimmer, an eye brow and lip piercings, a hat pulled over his mussed up hair, he’s resting his head on top of hers, glimmering brown eyes, a smile that seemed most foreign to him on an identical face. He sighs. “But we’ll have to try.”

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[sopebubbles]

Chapter Nine

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc A/n: Thank you for your patience everyone! You're the best, most amazing angel baby sugar plum honey bunches of oatest with the mostest 🥺💕

Warnings: language, torture, scars from torture/branding, dissociation, nonconsensual kissing

Word count: 8.7K

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When your mind awoke, you could already guess where you were before your heavy-lidded eyes could even try to open. The telltale tug on your wrists and shoulders told you that you were strung up from the ceiling in Joaquin's house. At least you were resting on your knees, your upper body being held up by the ropes attached to your wrists instead of your entire body weight hanging—not that this was particularly comfortable either. Your legs screamed in pain, but you did not. 

Slowly, you forced your eyes open, blinking in and out of darkness. You almost admired the way Moreno was insane enough to torture people in a room with glass walls, so assured of his invulnerability. At least you had a view of the ocean and the full moon that glinted off the rolling waves. 

Your limbs still felt heavy and your mind cloudy like it did at the bar before you passed out. You tried to turn your body to look around, but you couldn't sense anyone else in the room with you. You wanted to stand up to relieve your upper body, but you just couldn't do it. After a few minutes of struggling to fully gain consciousness, of fighting to make your body do anything, your eyes closed again.

When you woke up again, it was because your hands were being yanked upwards, closer to the ceiling, pulling you to your feet until you were just on your tiptoes. It was still dark outside, but there were definitely people in the room with you now. You groaned.

"I'm sorry we had to bring you here like this, princesa. But you have not been obedient and now I have to punish you." 

You groaned again at the sound of Joaquin's voice. It was the most unpleasant sound you could have woken up to, and why was he speaking in English? You twisted yourself around in your toes to look at him where he stood across the room leaned over his desk, a blade and a phone on the surface in front of him. 

"I was wondering why you weren't taking my calls, but now I see you got a new phone. The latest model. Very nice. Is that all it takes to make you betray me? A few expensive gadgets?" Joaquin picked up the knife on his desk and walked around to where you were dangling. 

"I didn't!" You croaked out. 

He pressed the cold metal of the blade to your lips. "Shh, princesa." You whimpered, but kept your mouth shut. "You're supposed to be helping me, in order to gain your freedom, remember? Or is it that you don't want your freedom anymore, and you've finally accepted that you're mine." He slid the flat side of the blade down your chin. 

"I'm trying, Joaquin," you gasped. 

"What information do you have for me?"

"Nothing yet. I have to gain their trust before they'll give me-"

"Trust?" He interrupted. "Doesn't your lover trust you? Mm maybe not, since he gave you that ugly black eye. He must have been very upset with you for leaving. I can understand."

"Joaquin, please, it's only been a few days. I'll get you what you need. But if you keep taking me they'll only get suspicious." It was hard to reason with him as he continued to skim your skin with cool steel. "Do they already know that you're mine?" Joaquin asked before he pulled up your shirt. "Did he see my marks on your skin? Is that why he hit you?" 

You winced as he ran his rough hands over his handy work. 

"I think you need a reminder of who exactly you belong to, Yn. So you'll know, even if you leave, that you'll always be mine."

"No, don't. Please," you cried as you felt the sharp edge of his knife break the skin over your ribs, under your left breast. "I'm sorry," you sobbed. "I'll try harder. You don't have to-" you yelled as he made another cut. 

"You don't have to try anymore, princesa. I've decided that what's best for you is to stay here. It's just so much simpler." He wiped the blade on his pants and stopped to look at your face. "I thought this would be a fun game to play. But I've been missing you ever since you were here the other day, and I've decided I would rather have you back than a whole empire." He grabbed your jaw roughly. "You're meant to be with me, Y/n. It was always meant to be."

"No," you breathed as he kissed you. 

The door to the office opened and one of his henchmen stuck his head in. "Jefe," he said simply, getting Joaquin's attention. "There's a call from Tijuana."

"Tell them I'm busy."

"They said it was urgent."

Joaquin cursed under his breath, looking harshly into your eyes for a moment. He walked over to his desk and set his knife down. 

"Lower her down. I don't want to exhaust her. I'm nowhere near done with her," Joaquin instructed before he left the room. As soon as the door was closed the man brought you down to the ground low enough for you to sit on your haunches, and then he left too. You took a moment to catch your breath before you pulled yourself up to kneel, getting the rope to slack enough to untie yourself. Your ability to undo knots was one of your most useful skills, and one people never seemed to catch onto. It took a few minutes to work the ropes enough to get one hand free, but that was all you needed. Once you were free you pulled down your shirt, ignoring the sting as the fabric touched the raw edges of your wounds, and rushed over to the desk to retrieve your phone. You had only six percent battery left and you needed to make it count. After this you weren't sure how far back your trust with Bangtan would be set and you needed them more than ever. As quietly as you could, you pulled open the drawers of Joaquin's desk and looked for anything that might be useful. You found a folder labeled Triads and laid it out on the desk. You didn't have the time to analyze the information for what it was or even if it would be useful. The fact that you got it would have to be enough to win you points with Namjoon and Seokjin. Your battery drained to five percent and the phone informed you that you didn't have enough power to take pictures. Cursing, you turned off the device and slid it into your back pocket before closing the file and putting it back where you found it. 

You found your jacket you'd worn last night abandoned on the floor just as you heard voices return in the hallway, so you hurried to the door that led from the office to the terrace and wrenched it open. You could hear alarmed shouts from inside the house as you sprinted across the length of the house toward the ramp that led down to the beach, but you didn't look back. You just ran as fast as you could move your legs. It became harder as you reached the sand, but you pushed in, coarse grains scratching between your toes. Your legs burned. A bullet hit the sand a yard behind you, but you didn't quit running until you were at least a mile down the beach from his house. 

Your lungs burned and even though your mind told you to keep going, they couldn't. You collapsed on the shore, just a few yards from where the waves bathed the sand, and tried to catch your breath. You laid there for a few minutes before you forced yourself to your feet. You checked your phone, but it was dead and useless now, so you stored it away and began walking down the beach. The sky was beginning to lighten up in the east, and you weren't sure how long you'd have to walk before you found a way to get back to Beverly Hills. 

All seven men were back at Namjoon's mansion, but as a side effect of being drugged, the only one sleeping was Hoseok. The others were sitting with Namjoon, trying to get Jimin to find a way to get them past the gate of Joaquin's community without busting straight through it, which for Taehyung seemed like a reasonable option. Someone's phone rang and they scrambled to find their devices. When your name flashed on his phone, Namjoon answered it frantically. 

"Val?" He called out nervously before putting it on speaker. But there was no reply. "Val where are you?"

When a voice finally came through from the other end, it was Joaquin's, chastising you for not obeying his orders. Namjoon called to you again, but it was clear that although they could hear your whines and pleas, neither of you could hear him. All the men listened closely as Joaquin continued his menacing speech to you. They didn't know exactly what was causing your whimpers, but Namjoon, Taehyung and Yoongi all sat with clenched fists while he talked to you. Jungkook paced in the background. Only Seokjin and Jimin listened with any kind of calm.

Namjoon's heart sank when he heard you deny having information to share, and fell further when you mentioned a lack of trust. You did have information you could share. Maybe not much, but you could have told him something, anything you knew to make the man stop what he was doing to you. But you didn't. And what was worse, you worried that getting captured would make Namjoon take back the trust he'd already given you. 

Beside him, Seokjin rubbed his thumb and forefinger in small circles—a passive habit he had when he was listening and thinking. He stared blankly at the phone your voice was coming from. Truthfully, Seokjin hadn't fully formed his opinion of you. He certainly didn't trust you. And the information coming through from Malibu wasn't helping at all. Yes, you had told them exactly what deal you had made with Moreno as soon as you got to the mansion less than a week ago, but it didn't make your intentions any clearer. As far as he was concerned you were still a liability. 

While Moreno's words may have muddied the waters for Seokjin, they brought astounding clarity to Taehyung, who sat to his right. He flinched when Joaquin suggested that he was the cause of your black eye, but whatever your reason was, he didn't blame you for not correcting the assumption. Taehyung would never hit you, not before he knew who you really were and not now. But as he listened, he could hear just how much like your captor he sounded. He heard his words 'you belong to me' with so much more malice than he ever intended, but that didn't matter because he could understand how they must have sounded to you. And not just the other day but for weeks. The marks on your skin you never wanted to talk about were the physical manifestation of such wicked thoughts, and he finally understood.

Truly, the words of your torturer passed right through Yoongi's ears. Whether or not your intention was to destroy Bangtan was the least of his concerns. The only thing he heard were your whimpers and pleas for mercy that went unheeded. When you cried out from the pain of the blade, Yoongi shot to the edge of his seat, as if he wanted to reach out for you through the phone. From then on he was consumed by a singular desire to bring you back and patch you up; to make all the hurting stop, for good.

Jungkook was equally unconcerned by the words he heard. He didn't care at all what plots Moreno had against his family. He only cared that he already considered you part of it and that you were being hurt. As he paced, his only thoughts were how to kill the man who caused you pain. He could think of a dozen ways and he'd talk with Hoseok later about more detailed plans. When Moreno's conversation with you was interrupted and the line went dead with three dull beeps, Jungkook stopped the track he was wearing into the tile and stood behind Namjoon, hands rubbing at his lover's shoulders. 

"What do we do, hyung?"

Before Namjoon could answer, Jimin was already out of his chair and headed across the house to his basement lair filled with blinking computers and large monitors. He didn't know why he waited so long to act. He didn't need to listen to that whole call to know what he needed to do. Although Jimin had technically known you as long as Taehyung had, he didn't feel a particular attachment to you. Taehyung had kept you mostly to himself and Jimin honestly wasn't jealous. The time he had spent around you, he was much more focused on your friend. And even though he had no animosity toward you, Jimin was annoyed at the way you had treated Taehyung the last few days, so he'd been avoiding you. None of that mattered now though. He could read the room, and he knew how attached the others felt to you, so he knew he had to find you, and quickly. He only berated himself for waiting so damn long to do it. 

Namjoon took a deep breath as he watched Jimin's figure retreat from the room and placed a hand over Jungkook's. 

"We should do nothing," Seokjin answered before Namjoon could formulate a response. Four pairs of eyes ranging from shocked to irate turned to look at him.

"We can't do nothing, hyung," Jungkook nearly whined.

"Look, I know you've all grown attached to her, but you need to think clearly. You heard them. She's been trying to gain our trust to get information she can give to Moreno. We can't trust her. She's not one of ours, and we have no responsibility to do anything about this at all. She's with her family, where she belongs," he concluded coldly.

Seokjin had been raised by the top of the top in Bangtan's international syndicate, headquartered in Seoul. His loyalty to the organization came before (almost) anything else. And although bringing in outsiders wasn't impossible, it wasn't something he felt open to with you. Jungkook, Hoseok and Jimin were different. He knew where they came from and he could rely on their loyalty. You were still a mystery to him and your intentions too clouded.

Namjoon's hand clenched around the arm of the leather chair he sat on. "No." Seokjin raised an eyebrow at the leader. "La Familia is not her family. We can't let her stay with anyone who treats her like that. He's torturing her and she won't even give him the little information she has. We have to find a way to get her out of there."

The others made sounds of agreement as they looked back at Seokjin. Normally, the eldest's opinion carried a lot of weight, as much as Namjoon's when the leader was undecided, but in this instance he could see he was outnumbered. It wouldn't do him any good to try to stop them. He could only wonder what Hoseok would say, but that man was in Yoongi's clinic, sleeping off the effects of the drug he had been given, so he stood alone. 

Namjoon's phone chimed with a text message, and all the men except the oldest leaned in to find out what was going on. 

"Jimin wants us in the basement," Namjoon informed them as he stood up and all the others followed him. 

There were no lights on in Jimin's room, but it wasn't necessary with how large and bright his screens were. Each panel displayed different information. One showed a satellite view of a large beach front property. Another, the security camera view of a gated community. Others were running codes. On one screen was a mugshot and rap sheet of Joaquin Moreno, and beside it on another screen a picture of you, but one where you were clearly much younger. The five men gathered around while Jimin moved between windows with his mouse. 

"I was able to pinpoint the phone's current location to this house in Malibu. This is Moreno's compound. It's protected by the gate at the entrance as well as several cameras and armed guards. It has private beach access, but it would be a really terrible idea to go that way, since they'd see you coming from a mile away. I just connected to the front gate though, and I can open it with a click." Jimin demonstrated and they all watched the gate on the screen open to no one. 

"Can you get blueprints of the property?" Namjoon asked as he watched the satellite image of the complex, which couldn't be live because it was broad daylight.

Jimin turned to another screen and began to search while the others diverted their attention to various other screens. Jungkook read the information on display about Moreno, while Yoongi, Taehyung and Seokjin all had their eyes fixed on the older picture of you. It appeared to be a school picture, you were smiling awkwardly, and you couldn't have been older than fourteen.

"What have you been able to find about Y/N Y/L/N?" Seokjin asked suddenly.

Jimin shook his head, fingers never pausing. "Not much, honestly. Born April 19th, 2000, in Veracruz, Mexico. Mother, Juana Amaral, died September 12, 2004. I found some report cards. Not a great student. A missing persons report was filed in June 2015 for her and her father, but it doesn't look like it was ever investigated."

"The Cartel probably buried it," Namjoon mutters.

Jimin shrugs. "Most likely. There's nothing about her in the United States under her birth name or the alias she's been using. Moreno must have kept her under lock and key."

"She did say she didn't finish high school," Yoongi remembered.

"That would make sense."

"I got the plans," Jimin interjected, drawing Namjoon's attention away from your face. "Looks like there are entrances here, here and here. But they're all protected by a security system."

"Can you get past it?"

"I can try. But it's going to take me a little while."

"Send those plans to my phone. Taehyung, Jungkook, let's make a plan for how we're gonna get her out of there. Yoongi, get ready for us to bring her home."

Yoongi nodded and they all turned to leave, but found Hoseok standing in the doorway. "I'd like to go get her."

"Hobi, you're still not well," Seokjin said softly, affection coloring his voice.

"I will be fine. This is my fault. I need to bring her back." Hoseok looked determinedly at his leader, who looked at Yoongi.

"Let's go back up to the clinic and I'll get you on some fluids to speed up the process."

"Wait," Namjoon stopped them before they could leave. "We're going to bring Val back," he promised, looking around at his members. "And when we do, there are two new rules of Bangtan. Anyone who forces her into something she doesn't want will answer to me. And Joaquin Moreno will die before he ever touches her again." 

All his men nodded and began to disperse to prepare. "Figure out how to get us in there Jimin, we'll work out the rest."

After getting Hoseok back on the bed and hooked up to an IV to clear his system and replenish his body, Yoongi moved silently around the room, setting out supplies to heal your unknown wounds. He laid out a needle and thread, a mountain of bandages. Even without seeing his face, Hoseok could tell how worried the doctor was. He could see it in the way his head bent low and his shoulders sat high and tense. His hands shook as he looked at other instruments he had on hand. He didn't want to think about what injuries you might sustain before they were able to get to you.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Hoseok said softly, causing both Seokjin and Yoongi to turn to him.

Yoongi's face softened just a little at the younger man and he shook his head. "Stop blaming yourself, Hobi. It could've happened to anyone."

"But she's in danger because of me."

"No, she's in danger because Moreno is a lunatic," Yoongi corrected. 

Hoseok felt sick. "The things he did to her, hyung. He's ruined her. She told me about her scars-"

"We heard," Seokjin told him, threading his fingers into the slender man's hair. Hoseok's brow furrowed, making Jin sigh. "Moreno called us on Y/n's phone so we could listen to him torture her. He mentioned the scars."

"She prefers Val," Yoongi reminded him, looking away before he could see Jin's eyeroll. Hoseok stood up and tried to remove his IV, but Yoongi stopped him.

"I didn't think you cared so much, Hoseok," Jin said with raised brows. 

"We talked last night, while we drank," the younger man shrugged.

"And you believe everything she told you?"

He nodded. "She's so damaged, hyung. Just like me when you found me. You can't fake something like that."

"I'll put her back together," Yoongi mumbled under his breath. 

Hoseok looked sadly at the doctor. "She's going to need a lot of care before she'll believe she deserves it."

"One thing at a time. Get her back. I'll patch her up. Then we can do the rest," Yoongi muttered, looking at his tools. Hoseok merely nodded.

Seokjin's expression softened as he looked at his lover. They'd been together over a decade now, and he often forgot just how broken Hoseok had been in those early days, just how much he'd needed Jin and Bangtan. He was a different man now, one that the older male valued highly, both personally and for the organization. Hoseok was his advisor and confidant, and if he had decided to trust you—even if he wanted you—Seokjin would have no choice but to get on board. He placed a firm hand on his shoulder and a kiss on his forehead. 

"I guess I'll have to help her, too."

Hoseok smiled up at him and leaned into his side. "Thank you, hyung."

The sun had fully risen above the horizon by the time Jimin told Namjoon, Taehyung and Jungkook that everything was set for the break in. But Hoseok insisted that he was fine and wouldn't be stopped from going on the mission, so Jungkook stayed behind instead. 

They'd noticed that the signal on your phone had gone missing, though Jimin assured them it probably just meant your battery was dead. They had no way of knowing that you had already freed yourself. They couldn't know as they were speeding down the highway that you were passing them by in the opposite direction. 

You'd nearly passed out again by the time you reached a populated city center. You thought maybe you were hallucinating the taxi due to your exhaustion, but you managed to convince the driver to take you back to Beverly Hills. He was reluctant, given the state of you, but you promised him a big tip if he did. You had to fight to stay awake as he drove so that you could give him directions since you didn't know the address. When he finally pulled into the circular driveway, you practically fell out of the car.

"Hey lady, you owe me fifty-three dollars!" The man yelled at you as you stumbled to the door. 

"Just hold on a goddamn minute, hijo de puta," you mumbled under your breath as he idled behind you. You rang the doorbell an obnoxious number of times, but at least you got results. You nearly fell inside when Yoongi yanked the door open. 

"Val!" He reached out to hold you up. 

"Oppa. Can you?" You gestured back toward the taxi driver as you gripped your side. 

Yoongi looked panicked at your obvious pain, but if he wanted to take care of you he'd have to get rid of this guy first. "Jungkook, get her to my clinic, now," Yoongi instructed the larger man behind him as he walked out, patting his pockets for his wallet. 

Jungkook caught you just before you dropped, holding you bridal style in both of his strong arms. "Hey there, princess," he smiled down at you. 

"Don't call me princess," you groaned as he carried you into the house. 

Yoongi dug out a one hundred dollar bill and handed it to the cabbie without blinking. "Keep the change."

The man looked at the large bill in his hand as Yoongi walked away. "Um, I think your friend bled on my seat back there."

Yoongi nearly growled as he turned back to the man. He crumpled a fifty dollar bill and tossed it inside the open window. "Get lost." 

The man gave a satisfied smile and rolled up his window before driving away. By the time Yoongi got back inside and closed the door, Seokjin was standing in the foyer with a phone to his ear. 

"Get your asses back here. Val just walked in the front door," he informed them the moment Namjoon picked up. 

"Is she okay?" Hoseok asked. 

"Well she didn't look like she'd been for a walk in the park, but she’s still standing," Seokjin watched as Yoongi rushed past him to get to you. 

"How does she always manage to save herself before we can even get there?" Taehyung asked in astonishment. 

"She did say she's an expert in survival. She's been doing it since long before we came around," Namjoon noted. 

"Just get back here, alright?" 

"Yeah, we're turning around."

After he set you on the exam table Jungkook stepped away and looked at the blood on his hand from the spot where he held your side. "Val, you're bleeding," he murmured as Yoongi came into the room. There was a part of him that thought everything would be okay as soon as you were back in the mansion, that maybe the whole phone call was a bad dream, but the sticky red stain on his hand made it real. 

"I'm fine," you breathed, even as you swayed. Your face was pale, but Yoongi tried to stay calm.

"Where are you bleeding from, sweetheart?" he asked, hands anxious to grab the proper tools.

"It's okay," you insisted hazily.

"You will be, but I need to patch you up," he urged you gently.

"It's her left side, hyung," Jungkook told him as he washed his hands in the sink.

Yoongi went closer to examine your side, but there were no obvious signs in your all black clothing. 

"Can you take off your jacket and your shirt, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked softly, but you flinched. "I promise I won't hurt you, and it's nothing I haven't seen before. I need to see your wound."

You squeezed your eyes shut and lifted your hands to remove the jacket, but you didn't have the strength. "Jungkook?"

"Yeah," he responded quickly, eager to help. 

"Can you wait outside?"

Jungkook frowned, almost into a pout, but he nodded. "I'll be in the hallway if you need anything." With one lingering glance that you failed to meet, he went out and quietly shut the door. 

"Doc?"

"Hm?"

"Can you take it off for me? I can't…" 

Yoongi's lips pressed into a hard line and he quickly but carefully removed your jacket from your shoulders. He looked at you cautiously as he tried to think of a delicate way to remove your shirt. "Can you lift your arms?"

You shook your head. "Just cut it off, Doc. Can't wear it again anyway." 

Yoongi nodded and grabbed a pair of scissors. He tugged the bottom hem of your shirt away from your body and began to cut upwards until your shirt hung open. The fabric stuck to your side, but he could see the blood now. "This might hurt," he warned you before he peeled it away.

You sucked in a deep breath, but it wasn't for the pain. As soon as Yoongi pulled your shirt away he would see your scars, see what Joaquin had done to you and how broken you were. And he'd be disgusted by you. As he pulled the fabric down your arms to remove it from your body, you shut your eyes tighter, not wanting to see his reaction. If he had reacted at all, you didn't even hear an intake of breath.

"I'm afraid you're going to need stitches, sweetheart. I'll have to clean it first. I think it will be better if you lay down." 

His voice was calm and even, as if you were any other patient. It wasn't without great effort on his part, but it was easier on both of you if he acted as though that were true for the time being. He held your shoulders while you leaned back slowly, trying to hide your wince at the pain in your side. You weren't fooling him though. It must have hurt as you relied on your well-defined abdominal muscles to do the work for you. You let out a harsh breath and gasped for more once you were laid on your back. He worked quickly to clean your cuts gently with gauze and alcohol so you wouldn't suffer for too long. 

"I'm going to give you something to numb the pain."

"No! Don't knock me out, please," you begged, eyes closed the whole time. 

"It's okay, Val, I won't. It's just to numb the area where it hurts," he assured you before he began to dab topical anesthesia over your skin. The numbing took effect quickly and you finally felt like you could breathe properly. 

"Luckily for you, stitches are my specialty, so you just stay as still as you can for me, sweetheart." He did his best to smile at you, but you didn't see it. He got to work quickly and you were amazed you barely felt anything at all as he sewed you up. It felt like it took a long time, but after a few minutes you relaxed and just waited for it to be over. 

Yoongi did his absolute best to stay focused only on his task, thinking only of the bits of flesh he was piecing together and not the girl he adored who couldn't look at him. It was just two cuts, one about four inches long and another half that length. What made it tricky was where they met at a point. Judging by what he had seen on your back, Joaquin had been going for an 'M', a letter he seemed fond of. Now Yoongi understood what he had meant when he talked about 'reminders' and 'who you belonged to'. He thought he even saw an actual brand on your back just above your left hip. Yoongi was disgusted, but not with you. He felt awful for all the things you had suffered, but he could never hold those things against you or find fault with you for them. It didn't diminish you in his eyes one bit. It only made him want to protect you more, so while he worked he focused on deliberate, even breathing and keeping his face straight just in case you opened your eyes. He thought about trying to speak with you, like he would with the guys when they ended up under his needle, but he didn't think he'd be able to talk and keep it together. He also knew that if you were in the mood to talk you would be the one leading the conversation, trying to act tough and show how brave you were. He knew the kind of vulnerability you were showing by lying like this while he patched you up, and he didn't take that for granted. By the time he told you "all done," you were almost asleep, body and mind too tired to fight it off, but you shook yourself awake, finally opening your eyes as Yoongi put a fresh square of gauze over your wound and taped it down. His hands skimmed the cup of your bra and he felt his cheeks go pink, but neither of you acknowledged it.

"Stay there for a moment, I'll go get you a shirt," he said after helping you sit up. You nodded and waited patiently while he went to his bedroom behind the door at the back of the room. 

Before he returned the main door to the clinic burst open, and Hoseok came barging in. You stared at him with wide eyes as he took your head in his hands and his eyes searched your face. He found you distant and vacant, but you were sitting there in front of him and for the moment that was all that mattered. He didn't really think it through when he leaned down to kiss you, but his lips crushed warmly against yours, and you made a surprised squeak.

"Hoseok!" Namjoon barked, and the man stepped away from you as his high cheeks turned bright red. "What did I say earlier about not forcing her to do things against her will?"

"I'm sorry," Hoseok said to you, not Namjoon. "I'm just so happy you're back, and you're okay."

"Okay is a relative term," Yoongi interrupted angrily. "Everyone get out to give my patient some privacy." He held up an oversized black t-shirt in front of you while the others turned away, retreating into the hallway. 

"Thanks, Doc," you murmured as he slipped the shirt over your head and it engulfed you. 

"I'm gonna beat Hoseok," he muttered. 

"Isn't he a killer?" You smiled. 

"That doesn't mean I can't beat him."

You touched your hand to his chest, just over his beating heart. "I think you're more of a lover than a fighter, oppa. You should keep it that way." You moved to get off the bed but Yoongi put his hand on your shoulder. 

"You should stay here and rest for a while."

You shook your head. "I need to talk to Jimin, and then I want to go to bed."

Yoongi sighed, biting back the idea of sleeping on the bed in here. He knew you'd be more comfortable in your own room; he just wasn't ready to let you go. "Stay here, and I'll get Jimin. I still have a few things for you before you go." So once again you waited as he left the room. You stared blankly at the door and listened as different sets of feet shuffled up and down the hall.

"What do you need, Val?" Jimin asked, coming in quicker than you expected.

You felt around the back pocket of your jeans and pulled out your phone.

"I don't know how long they had it or what they might have done with it," you told him as you held it out for him. Both Jimin and Yoongi stared at the device, mouths open, while you waited for him to take it. "I don't know if they bugged it but it won't bite you."

Jimin huffed a laugh, taking the phone and trying not to think of the last call made on it. "I'll check it out."

"There are some pictures I took on there of some documents. Make sure they get to Namjoon and Seokjin."

Jimin looked surprised. "What are they?"

"I don't know. I didn't have time to look. I just know it has to do with the Triads."

Jimin nodded and rushed off as fast as he'd come. Yoongi filled his place, handing you one of his tiny cups of medicine.

"It's for the pain. The local anesthesia will wear off soon."

You looked at it briefly, about to argue that you didn't need it, but the truth was you didn't want to feel anything else today. You just wanted to be alone and leave your mind for a while. You'd been fighting it since you got in the taxi, trying to hold onto your body until you knew it was safe to let go. You considered asking Yoongi for some of those sleeping pills he'd given you before, but if you slept you couldn't control what you dreamed about, so you decided against it.

"Do you need…anything else?" He asked pointedly. You gazed at him blankly for a moment before you realized what he must mean. You shook your head at him, and he seemed to relax. You took the pills and swallowed them down.

"Can I go now?"

His heart broke at the hollow sound of your voice when you asked. He simply nodded. 

You slipped off the exam table and onto shaky legs. As you walked out into the middle of the house, you were sure the members were lurking around, but you couldn't seem to care. All you thought about was getting to a safe space alone. 

"You need me to take you up?" Jungkook offered when you got to the staircase.

"'M fine," you mumbled back and started slowly up the stairs. From a shadow where you could not see him, Taehyung frowned, and his heart broke further at the memory of having seen your cold vacant eyes once before. 

When you got to your bedroom in Namjoon's mansion, you had no intention of sleeping. You couldn't let yourself, no matter how exhausted you felt, but you wanted to be alone, so you went out to the balcony to sit in. You shouldn't even be here, you told yourself. You didn't belong here. There was only one place you belonged or ever could and you'd just escaped it. Maybe you shouldn't have. Sure, you needed to get those pictures to Namjoon, but you didn't belong here. You shouldn't be here. How many times was Joaquin going to have to remind you of that before you got the message? You pulled your knees up to your chest, curling in on yourself as you let your mind wander away from you until it felt very quiet and you let hours pass you by as you watched the treetops over the neighborhood sway in the breeze. 

You were completely dead to all that passed in the house, even when Jimin came knocking at your bedroom door. When you didn't answer he let himself in. He felt even more confused when you weren't in your bed like he expected, so he peeked in the bathroom, but you weren't there either. Finally, he noticed the door to the balcony was cracked open. 

"Val?" He questioned as he poked his head outside, but you didn't appear to hear, lost in your own world until he touched your arm lightly. 

You jumped a little, your head turning to look at the hand that had disturbed you. You followed it up his arms where his sweatshirt sleeves were pushed up until you met his eyes.

"Have you been crying?" He asked softly. 

If you were, you didn't know it. You lifted your hands to your cheeks but they weren't really wet anymore, although there were probably dried tears there. 

Jimin cleared his throat when you didn't say anything, then he dug into the front pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled out your phone. "You can have this back. It doesn't look like they did anything to it," he informed you as he handed it over. "I printed off the pictures and gave them to Namjoon, so you can have it back. I charged it up, too."

"Thanks," you murmured, looking at the black screen. "Were the pictures anything useful?"

Jimin nodded almost imperceptibly and hummed. "You should come down, they want to talk to you."

You frowned. You weren't really in the mood to talk to anyone, but you didn't seem to have much of a choice. "Can I have a few minutes?" 

Jimin nodded and turned toward the door. "Don't take too long," he smiled before he went inside.

You went to the bathroom and washed your face, brushing your teeth and your hair too, once you realized what a wreck you looked. You wish you'd taken a shower, but you couldn't do that now—you knew you'd just get lost in the water, plus you'd have to change your bandage. It would have to wait. You settled for changing your pants. You left Yoongi's shirt on though. You didn't know what the smell was, but it felt warm and comforting. You stood staring too long at the bags under your eyes and the frown lines around your mouth until you finally forced yourself to go downstairs. 

You were heading straight for Namjoon's office when you heard your name called from the dining room—a room you'd never been to before. Many voices filled the room as you came closer. Jungkook and Jimin were still moving around, but everything seemed to settle around the long dinner table just as you stood in the doorway. At either end of the table sat Namjoon and Seokjin, and if you didn't know, you wouldn't be able to tell which was the head. To Namjoon's right, Jungkook was taking his seat. A place was open, presumably for Taehyung, and beside that Yoongi sat on Seokjin's left. To his right was a Hoseok who was looking lighter than you had ever seen before. On his side was Jimin and, between him and Namjoon, another empty space without a place setting.

"Won't you join us, Val?" Namjoon asked, somehow finding the perfect balance between politeness and familiarity. The offer was warm, but not insistent.

"You can sit here, Val," Jungkook smiled, gesturing to the empty chair between him and Yoongi.

Your brow furrowed. "Isn't that Taehyung's seat?" 

"No, Taehyung's seat is over here." Jimin draped his arm over the empty chair to his right. 

"Taehyung won't be joining us tonight," Namjoon said quietly, trying not to sound serious, but failing. 

"Oh," was all you could respond. "I thought we were going to talk about the pictures."

"We will, in a little while. Right now we just want to eat," Namjoon smiled.

Why was he acting like this was normal? You'd never even seen them eat together since you got there, much less been asked to eat with them, other than the night you had pizza with Jungkook, Hoseok and Yoongi. You noticed the latter watching you for the first time. 

"You haven't eaten all day," Yoongi commented when he could tell you wanted to refuse. 

"I'm not that hungry," you admitted, but you took the seat that was offered anyway. 

"Just eat some rice," Yoongi whispered to you.

"You all seem happy. Are you celebrating something?" You asked quietly as the men started picking up food with their chopsticks. Beside your bowl of rice was a set of metal chopsticks that you looked at nervously. You'd used chopsticks before, but never without embarrassing yourself. Thankfully someone had the foresight to give you a fork as well, even though no one else was using one. 

"It's a good day for Bangtan, thanks to you, Val," Seokjin smiled at you. It wasn't unusual for him to smile at you, but usually it was a diplomatic one, or perhaps a bit mischievous. This one seemed genuinely happy, and with you, no less.

"What did I do?" You asked, eyes wide as you looked from one end of the table to the other. 

Namjoon swallowed and cleared his throat, placing his chopsticks down before he spoke to you. "The pictures you took had information regarding the locations of the Triads' warehouses, some of which we did not know about. We will be putting together a plan of attack once we get some other matters sorted out, but for now this is a big win for us. So, thank you, Val." Namjoon gave you a genuine smile as well.

You pursed your lips as you thought. "There were other papers in that file. I couldn't get pictures of them because my phone died. Maybe I could go back and-"

Namjoon shook his head at you. "You've done more than enough, Val. It was a big risk even for you to do that. You didn't have to, but you did. I'll never ask you to do anything like that for us."

"But I-"

"You're safe now, here with us. I hope you never go back there," Namjoon continued. 

Your eyes felt hot, stinging with tears, so you looked down at your food instead. Only now it wasn't just a bowl of plain rice. There was a small piece of what you guessed was fatty meat resting on top. 

"It's pork belly," Yoongi smiled, leaning over to you. "It's kind of like bacon, but better."

You looked at it curiously before you speared it with your fork and put it in your mouth. The warm piece of fat practically melted over your taste buds.

"Oh my God," you moaned, catching everyone's eye before they started to laugh. 

"Here, try this," Yoongi smiled as he placed a piece of chicken in your bowl. "It's dak galbi."

You tried to repeat his words before you tasted the meat. "That's so good," you moaned after chewing.

"If you're staying, you'll have to learn to use chopsticks," Hoseok teased as Yoongi placed yet more food in your bowl, smiling incandescently at you.

You snorted. "I don't think I'll be staying that long."

"Nonsense," Namjoon interjected between chewing and a drink of water. "You can stay here as long as you want or need."

"Oh, I don't –I mean, you don't have to…" The steady, meaningful look Namjoon gave you silenced you.

"You have nowhere else to go that's safe. You can stay here until that's no longer the case." You swallowed, feeling the heaviness of his words, so he hastened to add, "You're not a prisoner though. If you want to leave, you can. You just don't have to."

The air filling the room started to feel a little awkward as you and Namjoon looked away from each other. Lucky, Jimin stepped in.

"Show her how to do ssam," Jimin said with a full mouth. 

Jungkook hummed excitedly as he chewed and then swallowed. "This is ssam," he told you, holding up a perilla leaf and you repeated the word. "This is ssamjang." He spread a red paste in the center of the leaf.

"Ssamjang."

"Mhm. Then you put whatever in it. You want dak galbi?" You nodded excitedly and Jungkook smiled his bunny smile as he placed a large piece of chicken in the center of the leaf. Then you watched as he expertly folded the leaf into a small wrap and held it out for you. You took it gently from his hand and didn't hesitate to shove the whole wrap into your mouth. You hummed appreciatively as you chewed, making everyone laugh again.

"Think you can make your own?" Jungkook asked.

"Yeah. But I don't think I remember all the words," you giggled.

"I'll help you," Yoongi encouraged, over the moon to see you enjoying yourself.

"Thank you, oppa," you smiled back.

Namjoon choked on his water and set the glass down heavily on the table. "Oppa?" He coughed.

"Looks like Val is learning all kinds of words," Jin smirked.

"Before long she'll know so much Korean we won't be able to talk in code around her," Hoseok added.

You blushed and turned to the food in an attempt to ignore their teasing. You felt lighter because everyone at the table was being so nice to you. But you still felt a sadness that wouldn't stop tugging on you, like a child pulling on your shirt, demanding to be acknowledged. Maybe it was just that everything was so new, with no way to trust it. Maybe it was the Taehyung-shaped hole at the dinner table, missing out on the moment of joy because he couldn't stand to be around you. Maybe it was the voice whispering in the back of your head that you didn't belong here, that you belonged to someone else. But you tried to push it back, to listen to Jimin talk  about the K-Drama he was currently binging and whatever other mundane things they found to talk about while Yoongi helped you fill yourself on delicious food.

"Are you eating too? Or just giving all your food to me?" You asked him quietly while Jimin and Seokjin debated something you couldn't follow as their Korean leaked into conversation more and more. 

"I'm full just watching you eat," he replied with warm eyes and a smile.

"Well, I'm actually full, so you should eat," you encouraged him, returning his warmth. 

Taehyung sat in the corner at the end of the bar with a whiskey in his hand. Namjoon always liked there to be someone he could trust, a member of the inner circle, at the club in the evening, and even though he intended to go later, Taehyung had volunteered to go early. He couldn't look at you right now. But that was his fault, not yours.

Ever since he heard the things Joaquin was saying to you when he held you prisoner, Taehyung couldn't stop going over every detail of your relationship. He replayed every word he'd said to you and imagined how you must have felt. When he called you his. When he said you belonged to him. He'd never truly meant it in that way. He meant he wanted you and he didn't want others to have you. But now even those thoughts made him sick with himself. What right did he have to claim any part of you?

And then there were the scars. He had respected your boundaries when it came to them. You would get very upset if he tried to remove your shirt, so he left it…except that last time you were together. He'd never gotten a good look at any of them, though he had felt some. He knew they were all over your back, even if it wasn't a very large canvas. He didn't want to imagine what you must have endured to receive them. Yoongi had been shaken up after you left him, and Jungkook pressed him to talk about your scars, even though Hoseok asked him not to. Yoongi couldn't help it; he couldn't seem to bear it on his own. Cuts made all over your back, big and small, marks of one man's vanity and cruelty that would never leave you. Taehyung didn't want to leave you either, but he didn't deserve you after the way he'd treated you, and how you must have felt. He couldn't blame you for wanting nothing to do with him. 

Jimin could tell that—unlike you, hours earlier—Taehyung was burdened by too many thoughts when he reached out to put a hand on the man's shoulder. 

"It's not good for your health to think that hard, Taehyungie," Jimin chuckled as he sat on the stool beside him. Taehyung's frown deepened. "She looked alright at dinner."

"Good," Taehyung mumbled back, barely there. 

"She asked about you."

Taehyung waved his hand as if to brush the words away. "I don't want to know. I wish she wouldn't think of me at all. Wish she'd never met me."

Jimin sensed perhaps his partner had had enough to drink for the evening. "You still love her, Taehyungie."

He nodded. "She deserves someone who will love her better."

Jimin pondered if he should say the thought in his mind, and as usual, decided he should. "You know, I think Yoongi has fallen for her already, too."

"And Jungkook and Namjoon and I think Hoseok too." Taehyung sighed. "They'd all be better for her than me. She deserves all of them."

"Careful what you say, that may come true."

"She needs to be taken care of, Jimin."

Jimin took a deep breath and ruffled the hair at the back of Taehyung's head. "I'm sure she will be. And I'm sure you can learn to love her better." Taehyung merely shrugged. "If it's any consolation, I don't love her."

Taehyung downed what was left of his drink and then turned to Jimin and gave him a hazy smile. "You might."

Jimin shook his head, pushing Tae's hair back off his forehead and smiling sadly at him. "I think you've had enough for tonight. Let me take you home and take care of you, yeah?"

"Can't go home," Tae slurred.

"Yeah, you can. She already went to bed before we left. And I'll take you down to my room, okay? She won't see you, I promise."

"Good," Tae mumbles as he lets Jimin pull him from his barstool and straps his arm over his shoulder. "She hates me."

"I don't think that's true, baby. I think she's just messed up," Jimin admitted as he led Taehyung away from the bar. 

"I miss her," he whispered. 

"Don't worry, Tae, baby. You'll find your way back."

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[latenightgasstationwalk]

Feel bad when friends and family send me guitar videos. They’re always like “omg I just thought this was so cool and I think you’d like it!” And I’m always like “hahaha omg that’s soooo cool!” But in reality I’ve seen this video already. Every time, I’ve seen it, I’ve always seen it already. You don’t understand that you’re peeking into my algorithm. Every one of my social media is algorithmically showing me the latest guitar videos. it doesn’t matter what variety of guitar video. Playing guitar, fixing guitars, building guitars or the latest gadgets and updates being released into the guitar world. I’ve seen it all. I have google alerts turned on for the word guitar. I watched a 15 minute video the other night on fender “slab” style necks that were only in production for like 2 years in the 60’s. You must understand you’re speaking to a scholar. Love that you thought of me tho 💕

[sujnn]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: han sujin.

in between drowning in the water of his summons / and a curse of being born under leo skies * ,, HAN SUJIN came to all around broken seashells && a promise to break all that he touches .

STATS / ANOMALY / BIOGRAPHY / PLOTS + TRACKER hi ^^b this is luo's typist bringing up another muse to the dash! his intro is under the read more, so please feel free to look through it! i apologize for how lengthy his profile is but i really love his concept and i hope everyone will too >< please like this post if you'd like to plot, and i will work my magic by reaching out!

did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called han sujin, but they kinda remind me of park wonbin — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another 23 year old in their third year of marine biology (bachelors), but wait ‘till you hear about their water bending ! nifty, huh ? especially ‘cause i heard they’re the house pulgasari’s new yang member ! they’re pretty soft spoken on nullivi, but you should watch out for their competitiveness just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the blue hall. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me !  ༊*·˚ ( sen, 24, description of self harm/eating disorders)

⊹˚. born n raised in busan, south korea ! han sujin is a silly little waterbender with a need to be liked at all cost. ⊹˚. and i mean it ! bro will spiral if one (1) person tells him they don't like him. ⊹˚. what do you mean you don't like me ? what did i do ? are you mad at me ? is it because i have a higher grade in that one class we have in common ?

⊹˚. naturally, he loves to swim. please, he's literally like a little fish in the water. it's canon that he sneaks inside the pool after hours (he got on the good side of a staff member and managed to snatch a double of the keys!) ⊹˚. it's also canon that he practices his water bending there. ⊹˚. oh ! speaking of ! his water bending style is very similar to the one from avatar the last airbender . . . meaning that he is heavily influences by martial arts, more specifically taekwondo, since he has been taking classes ever since he was a little kid !

⊹˚. he comes from a very supportive family: a father with the profession of fisherman, and the reason behind his anomaly ! after getting lost at sea and nearly dying, he was rescued by a little clan of water benders and was offered their utmost blessing. ⊹˚. a year later, little sujin is born with a handful of sand in his left hand and the rest is history (the history being: chaotic teenage years as he attempts to keep his anomaly under control ! )

⊹˚. because he was born with such promise, the need to be the best is engraved in his mind. he must be the best swimmer, the best fighter, the best student, and the best bender. no matter the cost.

⊹˚. such a mindset naturally gets him in a great deal of trouble: he skips meals often, pulls endless all nighters, and is a little too good at neglecting his overall mental health. but he's fine ! he's so fine ! he's totally fine, you got nothing to worry about !

⊹˚. he is a marine biology major ! he loves all things marine related, naturally, and would love to work with marine animals in the future. he also dabbles a little bit in engineering, and enjoys making silly little gadgets here and there in his free time.

⊹˚. he lives in blue hall: 3A and is roommate with a certain mermaid boy he may or may not be crushing on. but he doesn't have time for that, btw ! he's super busy with more important stuff such as ! well ! other things ! whatever, let's move on . . . !

⊹˚. he is house pulgasari's newest yang member, and he has a lot to show for ! you should totally reach out if you're curious about That. . .

i have a lot more that i want to add to his character, so please expect upcoming lore drop posts and plot calls on the dash !

#nm:intro #( * tide washed ⸝ lore drop ! ) #( * past the fourth wall. ⸝ ooc ! )

[winwin17]

I would absolutely LOVE to see a skilled asmrtist do a series of ASMR roleplay videos that are Kotlc themed. Like, can you imagine?? Biana pampers you & does your skincare. Edaline gets you ready for bed (hair brushing & positive affirmations). Fitz surprises you with presents & a pep talk. Keefe sketches/paints you. Cranial nerve exam with Elwin. Marella catches you up on the latest gossip. Dex shows off his gadget collection. Gisela recruits you for the Neverseen. Alden interviews you (a lot of the questions are rather odd & personal, and he keeps telling you, "Now, there's no reason to worry, but I must remind you, I am a telepath, and if you don't answer honestly, I'll have no choice but to read your mind.")

Like, wouldn't that be epic? I'd watch them all!

#i just want kotlc asmr roleplays #i know there are some asmrtists who could pull it off #it would be so awesome #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #asmr #sophie foster #kotlc series

[cynicalstudy]

Big shoutout to my silly lil friends on the Persona 5 Giant/Tiny server for giving me the courage to upload these headcanons! If you like g/t I’d recommend joining :D the person who has the link is @andtheyreonfire AKA Waffle!😊

So I really liked the idea of Persona 5 G/T and I actually have a lot of headcanons for Danganronpa too! I’m gonna share the ones I have for V3 in this post as a change of pace from my art content.

(Also, none of this is canon to any story. I’m also not basing it off of canon besides their personalities so! Please keep this in mind💪)

🖤Shuichi Saihara - He could go both ways! If he was a tiny, he’d definitely be super respectful and quiet. Almost to a point where you’d get nervous if you couldn’t hear him and you’d think you accidentally stepped on him by mistake. If he was a giant, he’d take very good care of tinies. He’d even put them on his hat so they could stay with him.

🩷Kaede Akamatsu - She’d be the cutest tiny or the gentlest giant. She’s so lovable as a tiny that Shuichi constantly fawns over her whenever she does something. She has one of those mini pianos (like from Spongebob hehehe) that she plays whenever possible. As a giant, she’d protect any borrowers from whatever they needed. She’d cuddle with them too to make them feel better after a long day.

💚Rantaro Amami - He’s 100% a giant, no questions asked. He’s so friendly to tinies and he protects them from everything. If you sit on his head, his hair smells like coconut or strawberry shampoo. He’ll cook lunch and feed you by hand until you’re full. His voice is loud and deep, but it’s not scary; rather, it’s very comforting. He’s super gentle when handling you, and he seems like the type to slip you into his pocket to keep you warm. I have so much to talk about regarding giant Rantaro pls someone ask PLEASE /J

💜Kokichi Oma - A very mischievous and chaotic tiny for sure. There’s an assignment due tomorrow? You’ll wake up to find mini handprints all over your paper. You’re asleep? He’ll take the opportunity to draw on your face. Little things here and there will “vanish”. If you pick him up by the back of his shirt he’ll taunt you as you reprimand him.

🩵Tsumugi Shirogane - Could go either way! I could see her absolutely fangirling over tinies and going, “you must be a borrower like in The Secret World of Arietty!” She ADORES tinies and sews little clothes for them to wear. If she was a tiny herself, she’d probably go into dollhouses and borrow the clothes from them. Maybe she’d even modify them for herself :))

🩶Kirumi Tojo - She’d probably be either or, it really depends. She’d tidy up your room as a tiny and leave lil notes around, specifying exactly what it was she cleaned. She’d help you cook like Remy from Ratatouille by sitting on your head. If she was a giant, she’d take such good care of tinies. She’d make them feel comfortable for sure.

🧡Korekiyo Shinguji - I can’t really see him as anything other than tiny. He’ll be reading books in his lab. He’d admire his classmates from afar, envious of humanity but still liking to see their behavior. He likes to sneak up on people and listen to them to continue his research. He’s on the dining room table and salt is nearby? He’ll conduct a mini seance and scare the living daylights out of Kaito.

💖Miu Iruma - She’s definitely a tiny herself. She borrows dozens of scrap metal parts and objects to create her gadgets. Kiibo holds her up to the others so she can present her latest ideas. She flies around on her lil hovercraft around campus.

💛Angie Yonaga - Tiny lil painter in your pocket kinda person. She’ll doodle all over your hand during class for sure. She loves leaving little handprints on your papers too.

❤️Maki Harukawa - A very angry tiny with all this rage, but she can’t even reach where she’s trying to get to. She’s super skilled at parkour and navigating the giant world. She’s borrowed countless weapons like toothpicks and staples to use against others. If you pick her up, she’ll try to escape any way she can. She’ll retreat to her lil borrower home at night and go out searching for things in the morning.

💙Ryoma Hoshi - Not gonna lie, I don’t really have much for Ryoma, but I feel like he’d be a tiny. He could probably ride around on his cat across campus (granted he has the cat in the first place LMAO)

🤎Gonta Gokuhara - Pretty obvious, but definitely a giant. He’s got plenty of experience with bugs and other forest creatures to know how to properly handle tinies.

🤍Kiibo - He’d be a super awkward giant for sure, but in the cutest way possible. He’s super careful with them and always does his best to make sure tinies are ok.

💜Kaito Momota - Definitely giant, he has the energy of one. He’ll find Maki and Shuichi and take them to do training with him in his room on the desk. He often forgets to be careful with tinies and tends to grab them roughly, though he always apologizes.

💚Tenko Chabashira - A giant for sure, she loves tinies/borrowers. She’s super fond of female borrowers and has little rest stations set up in her room for them. She especially adores Himiko and gushes over her any chance she gets because of how cute she is.

❤️Himiko Yumeno - She’s probably a tiny. She’ll do little magic tricks and everyone will love them. She’s got her own custom deck of miniature cards and her little staff was created from a toothpick.

And that’s all! If people want, maybe I’ll make more :D

#anime #au #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa g/t

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[jovialjuggernaut-draws]

RiddleBat Week Day 3: Unexpected Teamup/Hands

Edward had unusually dexterous hands. 

It shouldn't have come as a surprise, really, what with the ease with which he picked locks, the sorts of fine precision work his gadgets must require, that thing he could do with handcuffs… 

Still, though, Bruce found himself startled by it, having to remind himself not to stare at Edward's hands as he worked. It didn't help that the incessant chatter Edward kept up while they were in any sort of proximity hadn't faltered simply because they were on the same side suddenly, making Bruce's attention on the topic at hand begin to wane. 

The topic at hand, of course, having nothing to do with Edward's damned hands. 

"...distracted, Detective?" Edward was saying, an amused twist to his painted lips. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Bruce accused, as though he wasn't right. 

"I'm offended. Here I am, trying oh so hard to keep you alive, and you won't even do me the courtesy of listening when I speak. Now what, exactly…" Edward's hands slid across the tabletop, his long, pale fingers brushing the surface elegantly, until their progress was stopped by Bruce's proximity. He did an odd little dance with them, tapping out a rhythm right next to Bruce's arm, not quite touching but giving a little tease that he might- "...could be distracting you?" 

With a start, Bruce realized he'd been found out, falling prey again to the strange hypnosis those hands had on his psyche. "I wonder. It certainly couldn't be the team of your Arkham cellmates that have been ruthlessly chasing me down, no. It would be impossible for me to be stressed about that." 

"I suppose, then, it also couldn't possibly be the villain whose lair you've found your safety in, either, hmm?" Edward taunted, his hands returning to their previous work dismantling Joker's latest deadly punchline. 

"Of course not," Bruce agreed, equally sarcastically. 

"I mean… if it were that… you wouldn't be letting your guard down so much, now, would you?" 

"Watching your hands isn't exactly letting my guard down," Bruce pointed out. "I'm keeping my eye on their every move." 

"So, you admit it's my hands you're watching," Edward laughed. 

Bruce realized his mistake too late. "Why wouldn't I be?" He tried to play it off. "Anything you try to do to me, you'll broadcast via your hands, first." 

"Will I, now?" Edward adjusted his weight, stepping to circle around the table to get to the other end of the orange and purple hose still oozing caustic liquid-

The slight hiss of hydraulics was Bruce's only warning before the restraints closed around him, securing his ankles to the floor and his arms to his sides. 

"You were saying?" 

Bruce struggled, finding his brute strength no match for the thick bands of metal now locked around him. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" 

Edward rolled his eyes, pacing across the room to pout, hip cocked, just in front of the captured Bat. "Hardly. I do genuinely want to help you out. A game's no fun with impossible odds, so I'm evening the playing field. This is merely to point out how foolish you're being." 

Speech made, Edward's posture relaxed, his gaze sweeping up Bruce's form, considering. His fingers tapped against his arms where they crossed one another, before he unfolded them, movements slow and well-broadcasted, to walk those same fingers up Bruce's torso. 

"So, Detective… what is it about my hands you find so distracting?" 

Bruce couldn't answer, mouth gone dry. He couldn't be getting at… what I think he's getting at. Could he? 

"What is it you're thinking of while you watch them, that's taking your mind so far from the very critical work we're doing here?" 

"Nothing," Bruce managed to croak out. Edward's hands had paused against his chest, long fingers stretching across the bat-shaped symbol marking his heart, and he desperately wished his own words were true. "I'm not thinking of anything." 

"Hmm." Edward tilted his head curiously, that curtain of dark hair sweeping out over his shoulder. "A pure meditative state, then? Fascinating… if I believed you, of course." 

Those hands continued on their way, brushing teasingly up the sides of his neck, to pause at the edges of the cowl. Bruce panicked, for a moment, thinking Edward would simply remove it, reluctant though he'd been to do so in the past-

But then Edward was tugging him in for a slow, languid kiss, seeming far less surprised than Bruce himself was by the readiness with which it was reciprocated. 

"Perhaps, Dark Knight, we will put my hands to good use later. When you're out of mortal danger. Hmm?" 

And Bruce couldn't argue with a proposal like that.

#ugh tumblr desktop changed and now its obnoxious to move things over from googledocs #the italics are important! #riddlebat #batriddler #riddlebatweek22 #batman 2004

[softbean]

color me green

FRIDA/FCG 1090 words Gen, rated G Some robots are just built better.

I met another automaton today. Like me!

Thinks, feels, eats coins…

They’re pretty cool.

The first I’ve ever met, maybe the only one I’ll ever meet.

So…suave, polite, kind.

Capable, efficient, protective.

Empathetic, communicative, considerate…

Tall…legs…gun…

I glance up askance. FRIDA is chatting with Fearne and making her laugh so hard flowers fall out of her hair.

I feel small next to them.

I roll my saw blade idly while we camp, eyes zoning out at a spot on the ground.

I don’t know if I trust this person.

I mean…someone better than me? Plenty.

Someone better than me, but in every way?

Seems too perfect.

Suspicious. I don’t trust them.

But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.

  //

  If I think about it, it makes sense that of all the technology that existed from those bygone times, I can’t be the one and only. There was never a guarantee that I am the latest, most advanced build.

Oh, the many engineers Aeor must have had.

Competing designs on the market.

Good-willed rivalry between innovative minds…

Some robots were made with love and care, more than others made with nefarious intents in mind, and it shows in the stellar craftsmanship, in the attention put into detail, in the way some automatons were programmed to be the best version of themselves.

Once upon a time, before we had to become of our own, someone must have adored FRIDA when they brought them to life.

With the Changebringer so far from me lately, I’ve been wondering what that feels like.

Some robots are made with love, from love.

Some robots are just built better.

  //

  Maybe I should get a pair of legs, too. Maybe that’s what I need.

And a retractable hand.

And some nice, fitted clothes, maybe…

If I get legs, I want them to be long.

Or would that mess up my proportions?

Why am I so small? Am I small so as to seem disarming?

Who says small guys can’t pack a punch?

I can defend my friends, too.

I don’t do it perfectly, but I pull through when it matters.

You know what, maybe I’ll keep this wheel.

It’s not my favorite, but it’s…it’s me.

  //

  I’m sitting across FRIDA when they get up and walk right at me.

“FCG, you are…quite amazing.” They sit.

If I had an eyebrow, I’d raise it.

“Why do you—what’s this about?”

“Nothing, I’ve just been watching you. Your friends seem excited for you that the two of us met. Isn’t it kind of miraculous?”

I hug my arms.

“You’re more amazing yourself,” I mumble.

“Not true!” FRIDA’s eyes twinkle.

I look away, not sure what to say.

It takes FRIDA but a moment to read me.

Darn it. Why do they have to be so perceptive?

“You’re carrying all your virtues on your back, you just don’t see them.”

Stupidly, slowly, I turn around to look, only to find my backpack with my primitive gadgets.

FRIDA laughs.

“That was a figure of speech.”

“I know that, I just—” was dumb, but “I know that much.”

FRIDA is watching me intently. Yikes!

“You seem on edge. I saw you sitting there, just…reflexively spinning your blade last night. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes—I mean, no, but yes. I’m alright.”

I don’t need your concern—

“Thank you for asking.”

I don’t need your care—

“You can talk to me, at any time, alright?”

I don’t want to talk to you, because you—

“You’re so good at being a person.”

  //

  Oops. I misspoke. Maybe I am short circuiting. “Leaking”, so to speak.

FRIDA looks confused. “I’m just a person…like anyone. You’re as much of a person—as real as me, as anyone.”

“Well. Thanks, I guess…I don’t feel like I’m doing human or robot very well.”

“Fresh Cut Grass…there’s no right way to be. You just are.”

Even saying things like that—

“You always know just the coolest, most perfect thing to say,” I shake my head in defeat.

“That’s not true...I mess up plenty.”

Modesty, even now…

I wish I were just a little bit more like you.

What is this feeling? FRIDA? Dancer? D? Who can tell me?

This tightness in my chest, this sadness, loneliness, unworthiness…

I didn’t even know I had the words. Even then, I don’t know what anything is. I’m trying to jigsaw things in the dark.

“—there’s no right way to be,” they go on.

“You’re alive, FCG.” FRIDA’s emerald eyes glimmer, and I feel sparks of electricity down my mess of wires.

“Isn’t aliveness itself the greatest gift?”

I shake my head. This heaviness in my chest, sting in my eyes…feels like I’m on the precipice of something, and I don’t know how to cross the threshold. I want to emote in a way my programming isn’t built for.

“Someone gifted this life to me. I feel like I have to make it a worthwhile one for them.”

FRIDA looks down at me with empathy, some modicum of understanding. “I understand. I can understand where you’re coming from.”

I look surprised. I thought they would talk about stuff like volition and purpose again.

“I won’t try to change your mind, but I do hope one day you close your eyes and take the trust fall into the arms of what you’re afraid of.

“When you do, you’ll see so much meaning. So much freedom.”

Clunk.

I feel something shift in me at those words, just the barest nudge against a gear that has not budged for millennia. The littlest difference some words can make, but I fear the power an utterance has in setting things in motion.

I’m glad they accepted me even if I feel differently.

Thank you for letting me take my time.

There are things I understand, but have yet to embody.

  //

  Here’s the thing.

I am high key jealous of FRIDA, but damn it feels really great to have someone so cool compliment me.

And…I respect them for who they are. Who they’ve become. Who they choose to be.

Rude awakening, but I may still be in the infancy stage of becoming a person.

I may be underdeveloped, in comparison to some.

But every day, unwaveringly, I carry my tools of defence on my back, I carry my promises, my virtues, and sometimes my friends themselves.

Some robots are built…better.

That much doesn’t change.

But that doesn’t stop me from taking my time getting there.

  //

  end

You can also find this fic on AO3.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #critical role spoiler #c3e52 #FRIDA #FCG #Fresh Cut Grass

[siro-cyll]

Long time follower here, would love to hear about your OCs if you ever want to share!!! I love the ones you've shown, they're creative and fun, and your art style is so fun to look at.

Ain't going anywhere if you wanna post more than gravity falls!

Aww, thank you so much! QAQ I have quite a few rattling around in my head, I just never really get the courage to really post/say much about them on here. (I'm fighting my anxiety just to post this fhfghfhdgk)

But, here's the main ocs I think about (under the cut because this is gonna get long)

Zinnia Conifer

An absolute ball of sunshine, Zinnia is the sweetest girl you could possibly know. She's 13, loves anything about ghosts, aliens, and dragons. She also has narcolepsy with cataplexy and deals with it the best she can, with the help of her friends and family. She is one of the few people in my universe with time altering powers and has been slowly learning how to control them. Her main story involves her waking up in Limbo one day, and traveling through it trying to figure out how and why she got there, while meeting others who share her abilities.

(She's my baby oc and must be protected at all cost. She's completely oblivious to any danger around her)

Riddell Hazard

Riddell's an old barn owl familiar who had been blessed (cursed) with immortality. While his physical body may die, his consciousness is sent to another plane of existence while his body reconstructs. He's died many times over the years, and the strange way his immortality works has taken a toll on his body, to the point it'll give out on him without outside influence. Riddell was always a quiet and private person, but with this curse attached to him, he's become jaded and bitter, wishing to find a way out. However, he has a soft spot for birds, especially owls.

His story involves him meeting @lord-rosenth0rne's oc Cross and @junodabeach's oc Stark, dealing with the trauma and abuse he's dealt with over the years while finding a family that actually loves and cares for him.

(he gets a happy ending I swear)

Zane Selene

Zane is an anxious person who lives with their adopted family, full of magic users, while they are the lone 'powerless' human. While in truth, Zane possesses mysterious powers not even their adopted mother can place. Their story is more slice of life of them dealing with stuff going on in their hometown, Lyre's Hollow, that borders on the human and arcane realm. Lots of human and magic shenanigans, with background hints about where they came from.

And then the following ocs are ones that are fandom related that I think about a lot. All of them are pretty much 'but what if the protag had a friend the whole time'.

Ignacio Vasquez aka Vas

My Half Life oc, Vas worked as a general practitioner at Black Mesa before the resonance cascade. They're friends with Gordon and Barney before everything blew up, and during the events of the game, Vas travels with Gordon making an attempt to save as many people as possible on their journey out of the facility.

Vas is normally an easy going person, quick to immerse themselves into the latest rpg and make silly little bets on who can win a desk chair race. They also have a cochlear implant and sign often, especially with Gordon. Vas has to quickly adjust to being a combat medic with all the chaos around them.

Bellamy Espinoza aka Bell

My Dead Space oc, Bell is an engineer working on the Ishimura when the necromorph outbreak started. After being left for dead by their panicking crewmates, Bell had been hiding out, having to create some new gadgets just to stay alive. They eventually meet Isaac as he tries to get the Ishimura's engines started again, and help him get the ship up and running again (this poor man deserved the help I mean COME ON)

Bell is the type who uses humor to cope with the mounting horror around them, coming up with silly names for the creatues (like death pancake) and trying to ease tensions by making off the wall comments. Not that they don't take this seriously, they just need something to laugh at in a panic as they run for their life.

They do manage to survive the events of the first game, not without being mauled first.

and finally, Arsenio Conifer

My Pokemon oc. The past few Pokemon games I've played, I've played as Zinnia, I found it more fun playing as one of my child ocs rather than myself. So, Arsenio is Zinnia's parent in the Poke-verse (as well as canon parent, but for now they’re mainly Pokemon based).

Arsenio lives in Paldea, growing up with the reputation as being a living shiny charm because of how often shiny Pokemon seem to appear around them. They quickly got tired of being dragged around by fake friends, only using them to draw out rare Pokemon and quit being a trainer altogether. Instead, they created a care center that works to rehabilitate abandoned or neglected Pokemon, finding good homes for them, and working with the Professors by providing starter Pokemon for new trainers.

They grew up knowing Sada and Turo, and because of their job, they see them often. With the Professors disappearing for long periods, Arsenio had taken Arven in to watch over him. By the events of the game, they have practically adopted him. Also Poke-verse Zinnia sees Arven as her brother the entire game, they have an adorable sibling relationship going on.

#zinnia #riddell #zane #vasquez #bell espinoza #arsenio conifer #arsenio and zinnia are mainly on my mind now cuz of violet #bell will take over once the remake comes out in a few weeks

[madmousescientist]

(Okay here is the rp we talked about in the dms. It is not canon to what has happened so far, but it can still involve cheesecake if you want to. TW: pricked finger and some blood drawn.)

Dr. Two Brains wiped his brow as he took a break from his latest invention. He looked up, bleary eyed at the clock on the walls in his lair, 5:55 am. Two Brains sighed in exhaustion, he spent another long, sleepless night working on his newest gadget and it was taking a toll on his already messed up sleeping habits. His Henchmen had expressed concerned when he started sleeping in late most of these days. He appreciated that his henchmen were concerned about him, but he had to get this particular gadget done in time. 'It's the only way I can find Mr. Charming and help Wordgirl put an end to this guy. If she wanted too.' Two Brains quietly scolded himself for thinking that. He didn't blame the kid for being confused and hesitant on stopping Mr. Charming now, even he wasn't sure himself if he should end the guy. It was so easy at first hating this new threat that came to terrorize everyone in Fair City. Mr. Charming had no qualms about who he hurt or blew up, he seemed to have a particular vendetta against him and the rest of the villains, but not Wordgirl, never her. It didn't make sense to anyone at the time why Mr. Charming was so hesitant to fight Wordgirl when he was more than eager to set the whole town and everyone in it on fire and watch them burn. It only made sense later when Two Brains removed his mask at the clock tower Mr. Charming was about to blow up. Even then, Mr. Charming's reveal made less sense then his mysterious persona before his mask fell off. It turned out that Mr. Charming looked and sounded exactly like the old Professor Steven Boxleitner. 'But how was that possible?' Two Brains continuously asked himself. He was Steven Boxleitner, or he used to be before the accident. But his feelings toward Squeaky and Two Brains, his intelligence and technological skills, his attitude towards Wordgirl, those were all characteristics of Steven Boxleitner. The other Steven even claimed he was somehow separated from his prisoners and tormentors and now had the chance to exact his revenge on all who failed to save him and let him rot in his mindscape, and Dr. Two Brains was at the top of his hit list. Two Brains had no idea what he was talking about or how it was possible his Steven half was ever separated from him. Did the accident cause some long term side effects, did his other self separate without him even knowing. Dr. Two Brains would have thought his other self might have been a clone, but their are too many factors of Mr. Charming that clones don't have. Two Brains rubbed his eyes trying to heal the pounding headache he was giving himself with all of these questions. He just hoped his new invention would give him and everyone else some answers. Since Mr. Charming must have some type of hideout to store his weapons or recuperate from a battle, Two Brains built a unique type of teleportation device that would allow him to locate Mr. Charming's lair and hopefully learn more about this vindictive duplicate. Dr. Two Brains gave a look over of his invention before deciding to give it a preliminary test run. He walked over to a section of the ray and pressed a button. The button opened a lid that contained a small space that was designed to store DNA. Two Brains personally designed that feature to help put an exact location on Mr. Charming. Since this villain was technically him. The DNA scanner in this teleportation ray would scan his DNA and find the other person in Fair City or near the area with an exact (or close to exact) match.

"Let's hope this works." Two Brains said to himself. He pricked his finger and squeezed out a few droplets of blood into the space. He closed the box then turned on the ray. The ray seemed to fire up well and sounded to be in working order. But as it begun to fire a beam, good old Murphy's law kicked in. The ray started to spark and light up like a christmas tree. Two Brains yelped and jumped back when a few sparks flew towards his direction. He just barely avoided getting electrocuted again. "Maybe I shouldn't have used those plutonium charges." Two Brains said in hindsight. Soon the machine grew brighter and hotter. Fearing an incoming explosion. Two Brains jumped away and ducked behind the couch. A loud boom sounded and a bright flash came from the other side of the couch, then silence. Two Brains opened his eyes a bit and waited a few moments. Sensing that the danger had passed, he slowly got up and peered over his couch. He could see the teleportation ray now a pile of melted metal and plaster. But to his surprise was the two new inhabitants in his lair now passed out a few feet from his damaged ray.

They definitely weren't the ones he was hoping for. Dr.Two-Brains hesitantly took a step closer to get a better look at the two. A damaged ray he could easily repair and handle. Yet this new unexpected turn of events left him rather frustrated. Not only did his plan not work it brought him two unwanted guests. A frown spread across his face as he got a better look at the two. His heart felt as if it stopped once he realized what he was seeing. WordGirl? She seemed different. A soft gasp of horror escaped from him once he realized why. White hair tipped him off, he didn't need to see the other side of her head to put the pieces together. That was rather upsetting to see. His attention was soon on the other inhabitant that he still didn't know who it was. Whoever it was, they were dressed in a costume similar to WordGirls signature wardrobe.

Dr.Two-Brains stood there, wondering what exactly he should do. If he moved them he could potentially wake them up while placing them somewhere else, he didn't know if they'd wake up disoriented and would attack in confusion. So moving them was definitely out. For now the mad scientist decided that he could just get a couple of spare blankets and put it on them. He disappeared for a few minutes before coming back with two blankets. Placing one on each of them.

Now what else could he do about this unexpected situation? It would be unwise to leave them unsupervised in his laboratory. So he could just stay with them until something was figured out. That would have to wait until they wake from their unexpected slumber. This just added to his feeling of uneasiness. First he had to deal with Mr. Charming now he had to deal with this. How could being a mad scientist villain be so stressful?

Dr.Two-Brains broke out his thoughts and started to clean up the mess his failed experiment caused. He would just have to make necessary adjustments to avoid this problem in the future. He'd call in his henchmen but they were on their day off and this would just cause them to worry about him all over again.

A tiny smile managed to work its way onto his expression, thinking about those two. They've become a small messed up family. Even though he does lose his temper and gets abit mean from time to time, they've never left him. They were always loyal to him and for that he was grateful. One of the nice things he had going on.

It took awhile to clean everything up, pieces of ray everywhere. The melted bits were harder to clean up but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. Plenty of failed rays could back that up. While in the midst of cleaning up the last bit of mess, he hadn't noticed that one of them had began to wake up. Too focused on the task at hand.

#TW: pricked finger #TW: Drawn blood